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Sam carpenter x reader with the song birds of a feather by Billie eilish maybe friends to lovers

Birds of a Feather

Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: you and Sam are best friends. until you aren’t

Words: 8k

A/n: ok we kinda went off script with this one but i’d describe this as friends to lovers with a few bumps. is friends to not friends to lovers a trope?

A/n 2: i have something to confess. i’ve never seen scream 5. that might be very evident in this

Warnings: intoxication, usage of drugs, Richie Kirsch, Sam deals with some hard shit, crying, ghostface aftermath, not a warning but Tara is a cutie, mention of a dead parent, maybe ooc sam cause i’ve never written for her and probably should’ve made a less lengthy fic so i could get a feel for her character but wtv 🤷‍♀️

“Hey- What the heck! What was that for, Sam!?” The young boy yells when Sam pushes him off the swing

“You jerk broke my friend’s crayons. She really liked them!” Sam points a finger at the boy, who’s now dusting himself off

“Yeah? What’re you going to do about it?” He smiles a wicked grin. At least, what would be considered wicked in kindergarten

“I’ll never let you on the swings again!”

“I don’t see your name written on it!”

“That’s cause you’re stupid and can’t read!”

Tears well up in the young boys eyes. He blinks them away, running to tell on the teacher him and Sam share. Sam didn’t care, he deserved the insults anyways

“Sammy? What did you do to Carlos?” You run up to Sam, who’s glaring at the back of Carlos’ head from her seat on the swing

“I pushed him. He broke the crayons your dad gave you!” The Carpenter pulls you into a hug, not wanting to let go

“I know he did Sammy, but it’s not nice to push people” You reciprocate the hug, pulling back a bit to see Sam’s face and how her forehead was wrinkled with her eyebrows furrowed. You thought she was cute like one of your stuffed animals

“It’s not nice to break something that doesn’t belong to you! I did it because he was mean to you”

“You’re going to get in trouble! Mrs. Poppy doesn’t know you were trying to protect me”

“Then I’ll tell her, and Carlos will get in trouble too”

“Samantha Carpenter.” Your teacher’s voice was stern. Nothing like the sweet teacher you were used to. You backed away from Sam’s hug but you don’t go far. You hold her tiny hand with your own and make sure to stay close, rubbing her hand in hopes of comfort

“Is it true you pushed Carlos off the swings and said some mean things?”

“Yeah, but he was being mean to (Y/n) first! He broke her new crayons her dad got her! Mrs. Poppy, (Y/n) was really sad” Your dad couldn’t get you many new things due to being a single father. Especially new school supplies. Usually you’d reuse the crayons you didn’t lose or break from previous years or borrow some of Sam’s

On most days you took the bus home with Sam while your dad was off working his ass off to get you dinner every night. Your dad and Sam’s dad were good friends so Mr and Mrs. Carpenter didn’t mind taking care of you until your dad was able to pick you up from their house. Luckily you two lived in the same neighborhood. Some days you thought all of the stars aligned for you and Sam to be friends

“Is this true?” Your teacher shoots a look at the boy next to her. While your teacher was the nicest woman you ever met, she had a deadly glare. You were happy you weren’t on the receiving end of that stare

“N-No…”

“Carlos if I find out you’re lying, you’re going to be sharing the same punishment as Sam.” Mrs. Poppy seems to calm down a bit, entering her nice teacher mode once again

“F-Fine! I did break her crayons” Carlos pouts, crossing his arms

“Thank you for telling the truth, but what you did was wrong. You also did something wrong, Sam. Instead of pushing Carlos off the swing, you could’ve told me and I would have taken care of it” Your teacher bends down to look at the two kids in the eyes

“Sorry, Mrs. Poppy” Sam and Carlos say in unison

“Thank you, you two. I know you two are good kids and know what’s right”

Your teacher leaves with Carlos next to her and you can hear her faintly ask why the boy broke your crayons in the first place

“I like having you as a friend, Sammy” You hug the girl, who’s long since stopped swinging

“I like having you as a friend too, (Y/n)!” Sam beams. Her smile was one of your favorite things ever

“Can we play house?”

“Yeah! I’ll bring my bear next time so she can be our baby!”

//-//

“I can’t believe you can name your sister!” You were over at Sam’s house a few months after her baby sister was born. You didn’t know what to call Sam’s little sister considering… she didn’t really have a name. It was up to Sam to pick a name but of course she was a Carpenter, wanting the best name for her sister. As a result, her baby sister had no name

Until today, that is. Sam was finally making a decision today

“I don’t know what her name is going to be yet” Sam reaches out a finger to her baby sister who happily grabs onto it with curiosity

“She likes you a lot, huh?”

“She knows I’m her sister”

“Maybe I could help you come up with a name! What’s your favorite letter?”

“I like the first letter of your name but I don’t want it to be that! I need to think of something different”

“I know you’ll think of a wonderful name, darling.” Sam’s mom strokes her on the head as she rocks the small baby in her arms

“Do you have another favorite letter?” You ask

“Uh… I like T?”

“What about Triceratops!” You giggle

“Her name can’t be Triceratops, silly!” Sam smiles

“Tennis?”

“(Y/n), those aren’t names” The now older Carpenter giggles along with you

“What about Taylor? Oh! There’s a girl in our class named Thalia?”

“I want it to be different, though! I like those names but Tara needs to be special.” Sam’s eyes go wide in surprise. Maybe her brain just knew her baby sister was supposed to be named Tara

“Tara?” You repeat. “That’s a pretty name! Hi little Tara!” You wave at the baby in her mom’s arms

“Is this official? Is Tara your choice, Sam?”

“Yeah! Tara is a nice name. She looks like her name would be Tara”

“She does, doesn’t she? Such a pretty name you chose, Sam. Honey, come here! We have our daughter’s name!” Mrs. Carpenter yells for her husband

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Sam smile so wide before

//-//

“Hey, Sam?”

“What’s up?”

“Aren’t you scared of middle school?“

“No, why would I be? Middle school should be scared of me” That was your Sam alright. The most fearless person you knew. As far as you knew, she was scared of absolutely nothing. Not even the dark. Which is why you were reluctant to stay outside on your trampoline after sunset. Which is also why you were curled next to Sam as she pointed out all the different stars

“What if we stop being friends?”

“Don’t be stupid, (Y/n)” The Carpenter pinches your cheek and you yelp while giggling, shoving her hand away

“If we stop being friends, which we won’t, I promise I’ll let you have all of my stuffed animals”

“Woah, really?”

“Yes, really

“Every single one of them?”

“Yes, every single one of them” Sam rolls her eyes

“Even Ghostie?” Ghostie was the panda stuffed animal you got Sam for her eighth birthday. Technically your dad bought it for her but you picked it out

“What! You’re not supposed to take a gift back, I like Ghostie”

“Well, you can give me all of your stuffed animals and I’ll just give Ghostie back to you”

“That makes no sense, why wouldn’t you just let me keep it?”

“Cause then you wouldn’t have given me all of your stuffed animals and kept your promise”

“You’re weird, (Y/n)”

“Hey, so are you! That’s why we’re friends”

“Yeah, I guess so” Sam giggles

The sliding door to your house opens and both you and Sam turn to look who’s there. It’s your dad

“Hey, girls! Sam, your parents are leaving now. Best you go with them, eh?”

“Okay! Thank you, Mr. (Y/l/n)” The Carpenter waves to your dad

“Wait, let me go with you inside! It’s scary out here”

//-//

“Sam! What if we get caught out here?” Your words held concern but you couldn’t stop laughing as Sam dragged you under the bleachers

“Shhh! They’re gonna catch us!” The Carpenter put a hand over your mouth and put one over hers so she’d also stop laughing when both of you sat down on the underside of the bleachers where the grass was

Both you and Sam were currently in seventh grade but there was an eighth grade couple that was constantly terrorizing the younger kids. Sam being Sam, she wanted to end their reign.

How did she want to end their reign? By breaking the two up. Sam slipped a note in both of their lockers about meeting to break up during one of their classes, causing both of them to skip. Your job was to lead a teacher to their meetup and if everything went right, then they would be successfully broken up and in detention.

Both of you hear footsteps and see the couple at the meetup spot. The teacher wasn’t far away, all you had to do was rile him up a little and run away. Did you feel a little bad? Maybe. But in your defense the couple was always making out in the hallways and made everyone passing by uncomfortable. For gods sake, it was middle school! Not high school

You and Sam were far enough away you couldn’t hear them but their body language was enough for the both of you to understand. Your plan was going perfectly. You and Sam were more the vigilante type, not the heroes or the villains

The couple exchanged pointed looks and flailing arms, hopefully arguing about the note. You and Sam wrote… not the nicest things in there

The teacher eventually arrives out of breath but the couple is too busy yelling each other to notice how he’s standing over them. He looks to clear his throat and to their horror, they stop fighting. Success!

“Yes! We did it!” Sam says a little too loudly from the position you two were in. Their heads turn in your direction and you know you’re caught when the teacher stars walking towards you two

“Hey! What’re you two doing there under the bleachers?” His ragged voice yells

Shit.

//-//

“Sam? What’s wrong?” You run to the Carpenter, who’s outside under a tree eating her lunch. Usually she’d wait for you but today seemed different

“Get away from me, (Y/n).”

“Sam, don’t be like that. You know me, you can tell me what’s wrong.” You and Sam didn’t share too many classes in eighth grade. Even then, your friendship still didn’t seem to falter. You’d still hang out after school and help each other study. Sam lashing out at you was never really a problem you two had

“No! You don’t know anything.” Sam shoves you away when you try to put your hand on her shoulder. “You’re useless.”

“Sam, you don’t mean that. Please just tell me what’s wrong?”

“You wouldn’t understand. You don’t understand anything.”

“Yes I do! We always talk to each other, Sammy. Even if I’m not going to understand, I can still listen”

“Don’t say that stupid name.”

“I thought you liked Sammy?”

“See, that’s the thing with you! You’re always so stuck in the past. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“You’re not being very nice right now”

“Yeah? Well you can deal with it.” The last thing you expect Sam to do is push you onto the ground into a patch of dirt.

“We’re done. I’m not your friend anymore.”

“Sam- we can talk about this” Tears pool in your eyes. You try to get up but all that happens is a crawl

“We can’t. You’re weak and pathetic and can’t do anything without me.”

Sam doesn’t look back when you say her name through tears. Sam doesn’t look back when she hears a few laughs and whispers directed at you. Sam doesn’t look back.

//-//

“Heyyyyy (Y/n)!” Sam’s voice slurs over the phone. It was almost one in the morning, what the hell was this girl doing? Not to mention this is the first time she’s even talked to you since middle school. And yet, you still answered without hesitation. Damn you really needed to grow a backbone

“Sam? What’s going on?”

“Nothingggggg whut’re y’doin?”

“I was trying to go to sleep then you called me. Where are you?”

“Why’d y’wanna know? You’re not my momma!”

“Are you drunk? Sam, you’re underage!”

“No fun… I’m wif my friends! We at a partayyy!”

“Whose house are you at?” Grabbing your keys, you race to the door. Your dad was asleep and you only had your learners permit but you couldn’t just hang up on your Sam like that.

“Uh… Tristan? He’s in our uh… what class is he in?”

“Math. Tristan from math, got it” You knew where he lived. You tutored the guy as requested by his parents but he paid you more money to stop coming to his house than his parents did for your tutoring business. How could you say no to free money?

Thankfully he wasn’t far. Thank god for that, you weren’t one to drive at night

You go faster than you hope but luckily you don’t get pulled over. You really didn’t want to go to overnight jail and face your dad the next morning but surely he would understand the circumstances you were in. He knew you, he knew Sam, he knew the devotion.

At least that’s what you told yourself on the way to Tristan’s house

You could hear the house blasting bad music from about four blocks away. It was a wonder how the police hadn’t shown up yet. Unless he paid off them too. You wouldn’t put it past the guy

Were you invited? No. But in all the movies you’ve watched - said movies being Mean Girls - random people just showed up and nobody cared enough to kick them out. So you walked up to the door like you were invited and instantly started looking for Sam

The music was so loud you could feel it in your lungs and couldn’t hear your thoughts. You couldn’t imagine this was the scene Sam was willing to put herself in but then again you hadn’t talked to her in years. Maybe under all those layers she was a party animal at heart

You internally laugh at the thought. Like hell Sam’s actually a party animal

After a bit you find Sam snorting some drug that probably shared the name with a sexually transmitted disease. Grabbing the sleeve of her shirt, you drag her out of the house while her friends groan and call you a party pooper.

“Hey! Wh- what’s wrong wif you!?”

“We’re going home, Sam. I’m taking you home”

“No! T-Tara can’t see me. Wanna go somewhere else…” Sam struggles against your grip. She’s always been stronger than you but in her intoxicated state you could probably carry her like a sack of potatoes if you tried hard enough

“Fine, I’ll take you to my house. You can spend the night”

“Noooo, wanna party…”

“We’re going home, Sam.”

In all of your years of friendship with Sam, she’s never seen you so stern before. The Carpenter keeps her mouth shut for the rest of the car ride.

After lots of trial and error, you eventually get Sam out of your car and into your bedroom with much difficulty. Thankfully your dad was the heaviest sleeper you knew. You search for a shirt and shorts that fit Sam, ignoring her protests of not wanting to sleep

Against your better judgment, you now have your intoxicated ex-best friend in your bed as her sobriety was nowhere to be found

“Why did you call me, Sam? Even in your state I know you couldn’t do that on accident”

“Ugh, friends made me. Wan’ me t’call my first crush”

“What?” You’re taken aback. Did you hear her correctly?

“Tired… m’sleepy”

You sigh, bringing your hand to Sam’s face to stroke her cheek. Your heart breaks when the older Carpenter leans into your hand like a touch starved cat. You wished things would go back to normal but Sam was stubborn. She wouldn’t let you in no matter how many times you tried.

“Go to sleep, Sam. I hope I’ll see you in the morning” You’re only met with small snores

You wanted to hate Sam. You wanted to hate Sam with all your heart for pushing you away and not even looking at her sister anymore

You wanted to hate Samantha Carpenter so badly but you couldn’t

//-//

It’s nine thirty in the morning when you hear a knock at your door. It was a Saturday. Who the hell was up this early? Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and attempting to smooth out your hair with your hands, you begrudgingly walk downstairs to the door. Your dad was at work already and usually you weren’t up at this hour

Looking through the peephole, you don’t expect to see Tara Carpenter in tears at your door.

“Hey what happened, sweetheart?” You bend down to meet Tara’s eyes. They were red and puffy, evidently showing she was crying a lot. And a lot before she got to you

“S-Sam, she-“ Your heart broke when Tara couldn’t let out even a few words without hiccuping and sniffling

“You can tell me later, darling. How about we drink some juice and you can tell me what’s happening, yeah?”

“No! S-Sam’s…” There seemed to be a never ending amount of tears flowing. “She’s gone, (Y/n). She’s gone and she’s gone for good.” Tara runs into your arms, staining your shirt with her tears.

“What do you mean, baby?”

“M-Mom said Sam left a-and isn’t coming back…” Your heart breaks when Tara’s breathing gets quicker and isn’t able to catch her breath

You pick up the younger Carpenter, taking her to your couch. Tara’s on your lap and you’re holding her just like her mom probably did when she was born. It was something your dad always did, even when you got older. Sometimes people just needed to be babied no matter how old they were.

So you start rocking Tara. She’s holding onto you like you’re the only thing keeping her alive and you move her ear to your heart. Placing her head under your chin, you hum a tune that was familiar to you. A lullaby your mom always sung to you before she died

You kiss Tara’s forehead with tears in your eyes. You saw how Sam changed and you couldn’t help her. You knew this day was going to come and you couldn’t stop it. But how could you?

When Sam looked at you with such hatred and anger, you’d wonder if she was still the same Sam that pushed Carlos because he broke your new crayons. When you saw her high out of her mind with people that didn’t care about her, you’d wonder if she was the same Sam that watched the stars with you on your trampoline. When you looked at Sam all you could see was what you two were. Was your Sam even still in there there?

You felt disgusted with yourself. You could’ve done something and yet you did nothing.

You’d never see best friend again and Tara would only remember her sister as hateful and unloving. Memories of Sam would go sour until you only had Tara and Tara only had you as a reminder of who Sam used to be.

When the younger Carpenter sees you also crying, she somehow manages to hug you tighter than she already has. What a lovely girl Tara was.

“A-Are you okay, (Y/n)?” The brunette says in a small voice

“Can I be honest with you, Tara?” You earn a nod from the small girl

“No. I’m not okay. But you know what? I’ve got you and you got me. Thank you for telling me.”

“(Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Mom says she isn’t coming back. Sam didn’t talk to me a lot but I miss her.”

“You’ve got such a big heart, Tara. Did you know that? Please don’t ever lose it for me.”

“Will Sam come back?”

Your breath hitches and for a second you’re left without words in your throat and without knowledge about the future.

“Yes… she’ll come back. Sam just doesn’t know it yet.”

Tara’s mom comes storming in a second later with an out of breath angry expression that slowly softens when she sees how her daughter is nestled in your arms

“Tara, you can’t just run away like that. You made me so scared, you know I can’t run as fast as you” Her mom presses a kiss to her forehead

“I had to tell (Y/n), Mom! She’s Sam’s best friend and she deserved to know”

Her mom brought a hand to Tara’s face to wipe a few stray tears. With her other, she placed on your shoulder with a small nod. Sam was gone. She was gone for good.

//-//

Sam spends her first night away from home in her car in a neighborhood she didn’t recognize. The first night Sam leaves, she holds Ghostie in her arms and hopes it’s enough to keep her safe.

//-//

“You’re hiding something”

“What?” You and Tara always hung out ever since Sam left. Her mom hasn’t been the same since her husband walked out. You offered to be one of Tara’s caretakers to help her mom with the load of being a single mother without Sam or her husband’s support

Your dad wasn’t home very often but every now and again he’d give you random tips on how to raise a teenager. At least, tips he used when he raised you. At first he was skeptical of you taking on the role of caretaker at such a young age but when you employed Tara to use her puppy eyes, it was a losing battle for him.

So Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, Tara was all yours. You’ve been doing this since you turned eighteen and could confidently drive without being nervous at all. Also mostly because you couldn’t be her guardian in the eyes of the law under eighteen

There was a void in Tara’s heart and while you couldn’t fully replace her sister, the least you could do was be there. Which is how you knew something was up when she started picking at one of the things she loved so dearly. Your cooking.

“I know you’re hiding something, squirt”

“You’re crazy, I’m not hiding anything” Tara scoffs

“Hey, I’m not decades older than you. I know when you’re lying” You hated pulling the ‘I used to be your age’ card but now you’re realizing how effective it is when you’re only six or seven years older than Tara

Tara throws her head back, groaning in what seems to be frustration and covering her face. You can’t hold back your snicker. The younger Carpenter was always one for theatrics

“You don’t have to tell me but I could really help you, you know? With how super knowledgeable I am, as you know”

“Knowledgeable my ass, you didn’t know your microwave had a popcorn button until I told you”

“In my defense, I heard you’re not even supposed to use the popcorn button for popcorn”

“Then why is it called a popcorn button?”

“I dunno. Maybe the same reason why Greenland is called Greenland”

“What?”

“Deception. The guy who found Greenland named it that cause he wanted more people to come over. I bet he was lonely”

“Why do you know that?” Tara says in between laughs

“No clue, but we’re getting off topic!” You smile. “The point is, you shouldn’t feel like you have to keep secrets from me.” You reach over to pinch Tara’s cheek and she tries to swat your hand away, ultimately failing. “Well, big secrets. If you cheated on a test or something I don’t care that much”

“Thanks, (Y/n)”

“No problemo, squirt”

So now you were back to silently eating dinner except for your TV playing some sitcom Tara liked. You could handle the quietness. Even if Tara didn’t want to tell you, at least she knew you were there to listen. That’s all that mattered

“(Y/n), I think I like a girl.”

//-//

“What was Sam like?” Tara says out of the blue. “I was thirteen when she left but she didn’t really talk to me. What was she like… before that?”

It was another weekend night that consisted of spending time with Tara. The question catches you off guard

“I don’t think you’d believe me, squirt”

“Well I wanna know anyways. Even if i believe it or not”

“Did you know Sam named you?”

“She did?”

“Yeah, Sam named you Tara. You were unnamed for a while before she came up with anything.”

“Mom said she was mean. Is that true?”

“I mean yeah, but not entirely. When you’re friends with Sam, she’d be the nicest person you’ve ever met. Hell, she’d probably kill for anyone she loved. But when someone messed with a person she loved, nothing could stop her from making her loved one feel better”

“I wish I could’ve experienced it.”

“Trust me, you did. You just don’t remember it. One time when you were little, a kid that was around Sam’s age at time pushed you into the mud at the playground and Sam was furious” You laugh

“You cried and Sam could hear you from where we were playing soccer. She found him and kicked his ass so hard he crawled back to his mommy so we took you and booked it out of there”

“She did that?” Tara covers her mouth laughing, failing to cover it up

“I remember it like it was yesterday, squirt. Sam gave you a piggy back ride and you were giggling the entire time we ran home.”

//-//

“Fuck, Tara! Shit, I came as fast as I could. Are you okay? Oh my god, of course you’re not okay.” You barged into Tara’s hospital room without any concern of who else was in there. You took her face in your hands and scanned for anything wrong until you brought her into a bone crushing hug. “Sorry, stupid question. Holy shit I’m so happy you’re alive, squirt. I am never letting you out of my sight again. Okay maybe in the future I will, but the future is not now! Right now I’m never leaving you again.”

“You’re such a fighter, you know that? Holy shit you must’ve been so scared. Tara you’re the strongest person I know, did you know that?” There are tears in your eyes threatening to spill. You don’t even notice there are other people in the room.

“Deep breaths, (Y/n). I’m okay. Look, I’m right here” Tara takes one of your hands and puts it against her heart. Your eyes can’t hold in your tears any longer. When you cried, you rambled. Tara was ready for the storm.

“Fuck you’re such a sweet girl, Tara. Even when you’re lying in a hospital bed you care about me. I don’t know what monster would do this to you! He obviously doesn’t know what a blessing to this world you are. Please promise you’ll never let anyone stop you from being the beautiful sweet girl you are.”

There it was.

You felt a hand rub your back and your arm. You assumed it was Tara. Until you heard a hum that wasn’t Tara’s. Until you realized this person had rough hands. And oddly smelt like…

“Sam?” Your head whips around

“Hey, (Y/n). I… I missed you.”

“Sam?” You let go for a second and bring your hand to her face. Not in a cute or romantic holding-her-cheek-way, no, you pinch at her cheeks and nose with a questioning look. You poke at Sam’s forehead and nose, still probably in disbelief. Yeah, you were still her (Y/n).

“Please don’t tell me both of you are dead and I’m actually in a psych ward and this is all a dream” You whisper and you can hear Tara laugh behind you

“No, this is all very real.” Sam smiles, taking your hand off her face and gently putting it back by your side. Your eyes go wide and you whip around to look back at the younger Carpenter

“Tara, can I take my attention off you for a second? Will you be okay?” You whisper, knowing damn well Sam could hear you

“Yeah I’ll be okay, (Y/n). Go hug Sam.”

You press a kiss against Tara’s hairline and immediately after, launch into Sam’s arms. Tara could feel it again, you were going to start crying and rambling.

“Sam, I can’t believe you’re here! Well of course you’re here. I always knew you’d come back! I knew you wanted to come back. I don’t know why you left, but I hope you achieved your goal and came back because you missed us. Also I’m really mad at you but for the sake of time we can discuss that at a later time.”

There it was.

“You two are close, huh?” You don’t notice there’s a man with curly hair in the room and you raise an eyebrow at Sam

“Yeah, very close” You say

“Sorry, I should introduce you two. (Y/n), this is my boyfriend Richie. Richie, this is (Y/n). My…” Fuck. Sam couldn’t just say you were her best friend after all these years. After she made your life shit, was she even allowed to call you her friend? What if-

“Best friend. Happy to meet you, Richie”

“Likewise” He smiles. There’s a pang of a certain emotion in your chest you can’t quite place

“Well, I’ll be going now. Feel better soon, Tara” Richie waves at the younger Carpenter and gives Sam a kiss before he leaves Tara’s hospital room

“Do you know if my friends are visiting soon?” Tara asks you. Sam doesn’t know how to feel when she sees Tara treating you more like a sister than her. She knew it was wrong. Sam had no right to be treated like a sister after she just up and left all those years ago

“Amber told me she was getting some of your things from her house. The twins are coming over right now, okay? I think you’ll feel better when you see them”

Sam felt like an alien watching you and Tara talk. Watching you two was like watching everything she’s missed. Sam missed almost all of Tara’s high school experience. Arguably one of the most important times to have an older sister. She shouldn’t have been jealous. She wasn’t allowed to be jealous after all she did to you and Tara

“How’re you feeling right now? Anything I need to tell the doctors?”

“No, I’m feeling okay”

“Hey, can I talk to you outside, (Y/n)?” Sam says almost above a whisper

“Yeah, of course.” You turn to face Tara as you walk out her room. “See you in a second, squirt. Don’t run away” The brunette rolls her eyes at your words

“Guess I owe you all my stuffed animals, huh?”

“You still remember that?” You raise an eyebrow at the girl

“I do. I owe you an explanation, don’t I?”

“An explanation would be appreciated” You weren’t mad at Sam per se, just very very very disappointed. Mostly at yourself for letting her leave

“You remember when I yelled at you that day in middle school? I said I didn’t want to talk to you or be your friend anymore? It’s not an excuse, but I have an explanation.”

You nod along to Sam’s story, listening close

“The night before I yelled at you, I found out my dad wasn’t really my dad. I was going through my mom’s diaries I found in the attic and it was the worst thing I’ve ever done. I.. I found out I was-“ Sam doesn’t realize she’s crying until she chokes on her words and your expression falters. Sam remembers you were always good at comforting people

She’d always get bruises and scrapes when she was younger but you were always there to make her feel better. Fuck, she can’t remember why she would ever leave you. You were the perfect best friend. Always an inviting smile and open arms that were ready for hugs. The only one that stuck with Sam through whatever happened.

Sam was at her lowest of lows when you picked her up that night during the party. She remembers wondering why she’d put you so much pain and worry. She smoothed out the wrinkles on your forehead while you were asleep and felt guilty she was probably the cause of them. That night when you picked up Sam from that party and you had your arms wrapped around her, Sam asked herself why she would ever push you away. She loved everything about you. She loved you.

In her drunken state she remembers wanting to fade away into your memory. At least then you’d remember the Sam that played tag with you and not the one that snorted or drank away her pain. It was the same night she decided to leave everything behind. She decided to leave you behind

But Sam was selfish. She wanted you to tell her not to go. To come back into your arms and for you to tell her everything would be okay. That it didn’t matter she was the bastard child of a serial killer. It wasn’t her fault her dad left. Reassuring her you and Tara would love Sam the same. In a perfect world Sam would’ve still been Tara’s sister and you would’ve been her-

“Hey, look at me. You don’t have to tell me. If this is hurting you so much then I understand why you wanted to run away. What matters is that you came back. You’re strong for that” You pull Sam into your arms, letting her cry into the side of your neck.

Sam didn’t have the heart or the voice to tell you it wasn’t the story making her cry. She feared her voice would fail her and drive you away again. Sam would tell you why she left later

But right now, Sam was happy to be able to bask in your arms once again.

//-//

“Hey, (Y/n)?”

“Mhm?” You and Sam were back at your house getting some things Tara wanted

She requested the teddy bear Amber got her for her birthday, a blanket from her bed, and something better than hospital food. You decided to whip up something quick and simple you knew Tara liked. Frozen orange chicken from the store and fried rice

“I think I can tell you about why I left now.”

“Are you sure? I’m not gonna force you to tell me if it hurts so much to say, Sam”

“No, you of all people deserve to know. Sometimes I can’t believe I’m the same person that said all those horrible things to you and just never talked to you again without explanation.”

“Hey, don’t worry about all that. It’s in the past now and I know you’ve changed. I forgive you-“

“No, (Y/n). You can’t forgive me. You can’t make excuses for me and talk to me like we’re best friends again when I ignored you because I was mad at myself and- and-“ Sam chokes on her words and can’t hide it when you glance at her.

“Oh, Sam…”

“No, you can’t forgive me yet. I betrayed your trust. You can’t forgive me.”

“Sam, I accepted your apology when I saw you in Tara’s hospital room. Whatever you were going to say, I already knew I’d forgive you all the same.”

“Stop saying that, (Y/n). You don’t always have to be nice, you can be mad too.”

“But it’s true, Sam. If I’m mad at someone, I’m mad at myself for not fighting for you harder”

“How can you still look at me even when I left you. Years of friendship, all down the drain because I couldn’t handle being the bastard child of a serial killer that broke her family apart.” You turn off the heat to your stove, walking over to where Sam was curled into herself and sitting near the bottom of the staircase

Taking a seat next to her, you drape your arm around her shoulders and attempt to get her to rest her head on your shoulder. Sam doesn’t let you and fights back.

“Samantha Carpenter, you have been gone for five years. One-thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days, not including leap day. You aren’t allowed to push me away again. If you really want to say sorry, you can start by letting me in.” You take on a faux-mad tone and it seems to work

Slowly, the older Carpenter leans into your shoulder with a sigh. She makes herself comfortable and looks at you through her eyelids. It was weird. Five years out of Woodsboro and four years away from you, yet you still opened up your arms like nothings changed. It was odd. You were odd.

“What’re you thinking about?” You’ve always had a knack for reading Sam’s mind. Whenever she got quiet and her heart looked like it slowed, she was probably thinking

“You.”

“What about me?”

“How I don’t get you”

“What don’t you get about me?”

“I haven’t talked to you in nine years, I show up unannounced, and you’re still acting like we’re best friends even after all this time. I can’t tell if you’re the nicest or weirdest person ever.”

“Can’t I be both?” You smile, trying to lighten the mood. You realize it doesn’t work when Sam shies away from your gaze

“Well, I can be honest. I think it’s because I’m selfish.” That makes Sam look at you again so you decide to keep going

“Of course I’m… disappointed you broke up our friendship and you left without telling me and left your sister and I to believe you were never coming back,” The older Carpenter winces at your words but you don’t let her stop looking at you. Even as you avoid eye contact and place your gaze somewhere else.

“But there’s a part of me that wants everything to go back to normal. I know we’re going to have to talk about it. About us and about why, but right now I think what we need to do is be there for Tara. She’s in the hospital after being attacked by a serial killer and the last thing she needs is her older sister and her best friend fighting. We can do all the yelling and crying and screaming later.”

Taking a breath in, you look back at Sam who’s already looking at you. I’m makes your heart flutter in a way you don’t understand.

“And maybe that’s my excuse. Maybe I never want to cry or yell or scream at you. Maybe I’m putting off the inevitable because I don’t want you to leave again. Maybe Tara is my excuse for not being mad at you. Maybe I’m holding out hope for someone that doesn’t exist anymore. We’re different people than when we were in middle school. I don’t want to cling to a person that doesn’t exist anymore yet here I am, clinging to someone that doesn’t exist like she’s my lifeline. But in all honesty, I don’t think I could stay mad at you for too long. Even if I tried.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” There’s a silence that passes between you two. You can’t tell if it’s awkward or comfortable silence. You hope it’s the latter

“Do you get me a little more?”

“Well, not entirely. But I think it’s a step.”

“Yeah. Steps are good, aren’t they? Keep you healthy.” Sam smiles at your stupid joke.

You don’t miss how Sam still reminds you of looking like one of your old stuffed animals.

“What was Tara like?”

“What do you mean?” The question catches you off guard. The Carpenter sisters seemed to have that in common

“I missed a lot of her life. What was she like?”

“I don’t think she’s changed a lot. Tara is a sweet girl, she’s got a good head on her shoulders and a good heart in her body.”

“But that’s probably not what you’re asking. Tara was… distraught when you left.” You pick your words carefully. “She ran away from her mom just to tell me you left. She said I deserved to know since I was your best friend. It took a while for her to want to let go of me me. It’s when I knew I just couldn’t let her stay like that forever”

You shakily sigh before continuing. You’d have to acknowledge the elephant in the room eventually and you decided it was going to be now. “I know I’m not her real sister. I hope you’ll forgive me for taking a role that was supposed to-“

“Are you kidding?” Sam quickly cuts you off when she registers what you’re saying. “If anything, I’m happy it was you.” The Carpenter lifts her head up from your shoulder to look at you. To really look at you. “I know she has a good person to look up to. I’m happy you two are close.”

You’re about to respond when your ringtone goes off. The same ringtone you had in high school. Some Evanescence song you remember religiously listening to in school blasts from your phone. Usually it was Tara who found it embarrassing when you had to answer it in public but this time it was you with the reddened cheeks. Scrambling to find your phone in your pocket, you pull it out to see it’s Tara calling you

“Hey squirt. What’s up?”

“Are you guys going to hurry up anytime soon? I’m starving”

“Yeah we’re leaving just now don’t worry about it”

“Okay but my stomach is currently eating itself”

“You’ll live. I’ll see you soon, yeah? Don’t go running anywhere”

“At least I don’t run jokes into the ground until they’re dead… pun not intended”

“Hah! Proof you’re taking after me whether you like it or not”

“Whatever, I’ll see you soon. Run red lights if you have to”

“You got it, boss. See you soon” You pocket your phone, getting up from where you’re sitting. Offering Sam your hand, she takes it and you help her up too

“C’mon, our little girl’s hungry. That’s something you should know, she’s got an appetite the size of an elephant and a metabolism as fast as a cheetah” You smile, putting Tara’s food in a lunchbox you had in a random cabinet somewhere

Sam doesn’t trust her voice to do anything but break so she laughs at your comment and you both leave your house

Sam thinks our little girl has a good ring to it.

//-//

“Oh my god. Tara? Sam?” You narrowly avoided the police yelling at you to get away and the caution tape that prevented you from coming any closer. What used to be a house that held fond memories had been replaced with one that only caused you worry. You couldn’t lose both Tara and Sam. You couldn’t lose your favorite girls.

Sam texted you to come over to Amber’s house. That it was a Ghostface emergency and the speed in which you jumped in your car rivaled The Flash himself

“(Y/n)!” Sam’s voice. You run to the sound, dodging and weaving through the paramedics and police officers telling you to leave

Sam finds you with bags under your eyes and your hair a mess. It looked like you were in your sleepwear. Even though you were just in a band tee and plaid pajama pants, Sam feels the need to wipe the blood off her face and clothes to look a little presentable. You always had that effect for some reason

“Sam.” You breathe a sigh of relief, running into her arms. Your choked sobs reach her ears and it’s the saddest sound she’s ever heard. Sam squeezes you tighter. Maybe if she did she’d never want to leave again

“You’re back and you almost left me again. Don’t you know how mad I would be if you died?” Pulling back, you put both of your hands on Sam’s cheeks like you did so many years ago. “You- you-“

“Hey, shh… I’m here. I’m here, sweetie. See? I’m here and I’m never leaving again.” Sam leans her forehead against yours, putting your hands around her waist so she could wipe the tears away from your face.

“I’m here, yeah? We won. They’re gone now, (Y/n).”

“How’re you sure?”

“They’re dead. Both of the Ghostfaces are dead.”

Sam leans in, awfully close for someone who’s just your best friend. Your mind instantly goes to her boyfriend. You know what’s about to happen so you back away, a little weary. The Carpenter furrows her eyebrows looking a little sad, oddly resembling a kicked puppy.

“What about Ric-?”

“Don’t say his name, it’ll ruin your perfect mouth” Sam cups your cheek, running her face over your bottom lip

You have to fight your body to not get hot at her words and actions. “Yeah but- he’s kind of your boyfriend. Where is he?”

“Ex-boyfriend actually. He’s dead, I killed him.”

“Oh. Am I right for assuming that’s a god thing?”

“Very good. He was one of the Ghostfaces”

“One of? Who’s the other?”

“I think Tara should be the one to tell you”

“Well, I didn’t like Richie to begin with. He gave me an odd feeling”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Sam leans in closer to you, a ghost of a kiss hanging in the air waiting to be taken. Sam smiles against your breath and for a fraction of a second you think your heart has stopped beating.

“He got to kiss you before I did.” Something snaps in Sam when you kiss her. A craving she’s always had, a certain desire finally being filled, or maybe even her dreams coming true.

You hold Sam like she’s about to leave again, pulling her impossibly close. You’re never letting her go again. It’s Sam who pulls away first. She’s out of breath but you lean in to steal more kisses before she smiles against your lips and it’s an image you never want to forget.

“Please, you two have to stop doing this.” You whisper, your eyes going wide. “Where’s Tara?” You pull away from Sam, whipping your head around like it’s going to help you find her quicker

“C’mon, she’s over here. Be careful, don’t squeeze her too hard”

“I’m going to squeeze that girl until she knows how much I love her.”

“You might break one of her ribs, darling”

“Squirt, you’re alive!” You run to Tara as her head whips in your direction. You can feel tears pool in your eyes once again and you’re okay with letting them go.

“(Y/n), I was so scared. A-Amber she- she tried to kill me.”

“What? Amber? Amber as in, your girlfriend?” You say shocked, taking Tara’s face in your hands to look at her

“A-Amber and Richie, they-“

“How about we tell (Y/n) what happened later? We need to make sure everyone is okay, including ourselves. (Y/n) can wait, right?”

“Oh I can wait alright. I’m the best at waiting. You can tell me about it when you’re feeling better”

One of the paramedics call over the Carpenter sisters and by proximity, you tag along. A man is ushering them in an ambulance and you’re also about to hop in before he stops you

“Ma’am, I’m sorry but we can’t let you into the ambulance. We don’t have enough space.”

“That is my little girl and that is my girlfriend. I will either be running every single red light, hang on the top of this ambulance, or so forgive me god for what I’m going to do.”

“O-Of course, Ma’am. You can ride in the ambulance.”

“Thank you, sir. You made a good decision today” You pat his shoulder, taking your seat near Sam. You sling an arm around Sam’s shoulders and reach out to hold Tara’s hand.

“Girlfriend, huh?” Tara weakly smiles, looking between you and her sister.

#sam carpenter x reader #samantha carpenter #sam carpenter #scream 5 #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #amber freeman #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin #richie kirsch #melissa barrera #melissa barrera x reader #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x you

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purekwon · 2 years

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reasons why episode 6 of the eclipse series should not have been shown to me: a very serious, very rational, write up

[THE ECLIPSE SERIES EP 6 SPOILERS!]

so far, we've seen many tension-filled akkayan moments - whenever they get a whiff of that locker room air, or a feel of each other on the crash mat - but EPSIODE 6??!!?!!! i'd like to say i have no words but i'm afraid i cant hold my thoughts in any longer or i'll literally exothermic-reaction combust. let us begin...

the all-revealing scene

even tho this scene is a lead on from ep 5, it still made me sit up with shock. the anticipation and the tense atmosphere when aye discovers the truth behind so many happenings and akk's visible panic to find out he's been uncovered is just the perfect combo in this scene. and even tho aye has just found out damaging information, instead of throwing akk under the bus, he helps him hide from teacher sani. it's the way he constantly protects akk, despite the circumstances, that never fails to make me giggle and kick my feet. and omg the tension?? through the roof. I WAS SO HAPPY AYE WAS THE ONE TO FIND AKK (but also anxious)

2. the firepit scene

"akk! look into my eyes. nothing is the best. you can't carry all the school problems on your shoulder. do you get it?" "but i must do it! if i can't, everyone will be disappointed in me." "screw those people!"

now this pushed me to my limit. we hoped for affection and we got emotional vulnerability, on both sides. akk with his hero complex, breaking down in tears before aye (aka the only person i've seen him be this unguarded around), and ayan crying after seeing akk so tormented by the good-boy persona he's trying to maintain. honestly, tears rimmed my eyes bc i FELT for both of them during the peak of this scene. aye holding akk's face to calm him and akk just allowing himself to be vulnerable in front of him.. it just UGH

3. their quiet yet LOUD moment

this scene bro. when i tell you i squealed when aye got all flirty n shit and the way akk was just LETTING him do this until they got caught (eyeroll). we see a clear change from the first episodes where akk would immediately push aye away or escape the situation where as now, he seems to accept and almost.. yearn for it? wtv it was, it made want to push their heads together and give us all what we've been ever so patiently waiting for. the way aye has the ability to be flirty while being accusing of akk is genuinely attractive. idc.

4. my final effing straw

THE NIGHTMARE TROPPEEE HELLL YEAAHHHH best trope going i swear. the way akk instantly comforted aye with a hug and was the first to lean in for a kiss for once??? the way they've become so fond of one another is just entirely tender and warm and i so thoroughly enjoyed this scene that i replayed it at least 3 times. he didn't hesitate to make sure ayan felt safe during the nightmare and neither did he pull away when aye leant in for the kiss.

the safe aura this scene encapsulates is just immaculate and first and khaotung couldn't have done a better job at executing it. akk finally caved and wasn't forced into doing so, he did it voluntarily, of his own free will. he wanted to kiss aye. he wanted to make him feel safe in his arms and protect him from his nightmare. i love them. i really do. i'm happy this was the way they shared their first proper kiss, with mutual pining after a long day and in the comforts of akk's dorm bed. so homely it gives me butterflies DKDJHDJKS

this scene reminds me of leith ross' - We'll Never Have Sex "Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me Not to take me home It was simple, it was sweetness It was good to know"

but anyways.. that concludes this vent for now. in short, this episode should've been kept from my view because idk how im gonna cope when the series ends! 😃

#the eclipse #i want to scream #they are so special to me #I WANT EPISODE 6 ENGRAVED INTO MY MIND FOREVER #first khaotung #akk aye #akk ayan #thai bl #im too soft for this #nightmare trope #idk how tags work #the eclipse series #ayanakk #the eclipse meta #the eclipse episode 6 #the eclipse series spoilers #eclipse series

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 7 months

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FIRST OF ALL WELCOME BACK BRIEEEEE

it did tickle me but...would've been a lot better if it woke me up at like...9am and not in the wee hours of the morning 😔😔

OFC I WILL VALIDATE YOUR OBESSION??? ANALYZING SOMEONE'S PLAYLIST IS TOTALLY VALID CUZ LIKE IT GIVES YOU SUCH A GOOD INTRO(?) TO THEIR CHARACTER AND WHAT KIND OF PERSON THEY AREEEE

you make me laugh ALL THE TIME brie pls remember that!!

YES I HAVE!! MY FRIEND USED TO READ IT ALL THE TIME AND IT WAS ACTUALLY KIND OF A TREND IN MY SCHOOL LOL (i was too busy reading harry potter but wtv...)

DARK HAIR GREEN EYES IS HE A TREE? completely unrelated question...would you climb him like a tree.

OOH WHATS UR FAV CDRAMA??? FEEL FREE TO DROP RECS AND LITTLE THINGS YOU LIKE IN THESE RESPONSES CUZ IM ALWAYS OPEN TO WHATEVER

ohhh thats so sad :( maybe one day they'll come to your city ??? if you do get to go to a con you should SO post a pic because i'd love to see more of you tbh (NOT IN A CREEPY WAY IDK IM SORRY IF IT CAME OFF LIKE THAT)

I SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO APPRECIATE MY GUY FRIEND YES. but like.....last week he called me ma'am......LIKE THAT HAS TO MEAN SOMETHING GOOD RIGHT??? WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I ALMOST THREW MY PHONE WHEN I SAW THAT NOTIF POP UP. he's kinda flirty and ig he's playing dumb?? i have no clue cuz he's SO hard to read but there were times when we totally could've left each other on seen but we didn't so i assume that's also a good sign..

I ALSO APPRECIATE YOU BEING SO STRAIGHTFORWARD LOL?? IT'S SO REFRESHING

STAY SAFE W THIS FRIEND GROUP OKAY??? you are probably NOT the problem....people that are 'in tune' with their emotions are usually still VERY unhinged and NOT in control (they're just good at acting like they are) and besides!! it seems like you have a lot more personality than them HAHAHAH

HMM ALRIGHT?? I GUESS SCHOOL IS THE PROBLEM THEN AHHAHAHA.....(it's never really that funny is it 😔😔) best of wishes to you!! you got this <3333333

OKAY BUT HOW DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH RIZZ (read: rizzness, taemin) TO EVEN PULL??? NOT LIKE A 'ew ur gross how did you pull' TONE BUT LIKE AN APPRECIATIVE QUESTIONING KINDA TONE IDK HELP I CAN'T DESCRIBE MY EMOTIONS

I'LL READ BASICALLY ANYTHING YOU WRITE BRIE DON'T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT

-I MISSED YOU TOOOOOO (🫨 anon)

THANK YOUUU GLAD TO BE BACK!!!

If nothing else my favorite think to do is analyze mr. lee jihoon it’s a great self-study, my new senior thesis

HARRY POTTER IS SO SLAY ARE YOU A RAVENCLAW OR A HUFFLEPUFF THOSE ARE MY GUESSES FOR WHAT HPUSE YOU MIGHT BE WHAT’S YOUR HOUSE

He is a tree…. But he’s the mc’s so i will refrain from climbing him 🫠

LOVE O2O ITS SO CUTE I do love me a good lil cdrama DO YOU HAVE ANY DRAMA RECOMMENDATIONS

ILL SHOW YOU A PIC FROM ANIME CON AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS POST!! I hope that spn comes close to me sometime though! I’d love to see them irl someday

Hmmm uh I don’t know how good him calling you ma’am is tbh… is he a sub IT WOULD BE GOOD IF HE’S A SUB… kinda flirty and dumb huh…. I don’t know if he’s flirty and dumb maybe he’s just a himbo… but i don’t know that last thing DOES seem like a green flag

YOURE SO SWEET THANK YOU 😭 I WILL BE VERY CAREFUL 😭 IM GLAD YOU LIKED MY STRAIGHTFORWARDNESS 😭 YOURE WAY TOO NICE 😭

YOU ARE ACTUALLY SO FUNNY it’s never really that funny…. 😂😂😂

NO BUT ACTUALLY HOW DO I HAVE ENOUGH RIZZ TO PULL THAT IS SUCH A GREAT QUESTION THE MORE SELF-CENTERED ELITIST I ACT THE MORE THAT STRANGE MEN LIKE ME SOMETIMES I WISH I COULD EXPLAIN IT WHY DOES THAT GUY LIKE ME I LITERALLY BULLIED HIM 😭

#thank you 🫨 anon #YOURE SO 😭😭😭#ILYSM!!#I MISSED YOU SO BAD 😭#b: 🫨 anon

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appleciderp · 1 year

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I got tagged by both @dismightyman AND @fornhaus, again, I'm in high demand as usual.

tea, coffee, or soda?

Depends on the situation. caffeine purposes? Tea. with a meal? a soda Gun to my head and I had to pick only one to drink for the rest of my life and would be allergic to the rest or wtv. Tea.

dogs or cats?

This is gonna get me kicked out of the cool kids club. I'm a dog person, through and through. I always said I was never gonna get a cat before Maple, and I'm convinced I will not get a cat after Maple. I like cats, I even prefer cats as patients. But I find that they really need a certain personality for me to want to own one. While dogs I would kidnap 99% of them if given the chance.

can you play an instrument?

No I cannot :) I already said the violin story in VC but I'll tell the flute story now! So I started drawing in 6th grade, but in 5th, you had to pick between art and music and stick with it until 8th grade. So I was stuck in a music class when I wanted to be in art, and I'm usually very averse to conflict when it comes to things like that. ANYWAYS. I chose a flute (specifically flûte traversière, but idk the name in English) and I was stuck with that instrument for 2 whole years. You may be asking at this point, how did you pass music class and not know how to play the instrument? I only learned the buttons to press whenever we had a test. During the few concerns I did with that Flute, me and the other girl playing flute legit did not play at all and just spammed buttons. The biggest concert we played was at the high school, and we chewed gum throughout. We were never found out.

what's your sun sign?

Saggititties. (both my sun and moon is Sagittarius)

first song lyrics that pop into your head?

I'm actively listening to music rn, so idfk. Lemme pause for a hot minute

"I'm an astronaut, baby I work in the night I'm a certain kind of crazy I live in my mind" - Keaton Henson, Career Day

do you have any tattoos?

1 so far. Canis Majoris on my inner right forearm, although it blew out and isn't really pretty. I do have 6 ideas on my "100% getting when I find an artist I like locally and have the money"

favorite place you've traveled

I've traveled decently, and I consider myself lucky that I could. Oddly enough, the spot I'd consider my favorite place is about 40 minutes away. I'm not gonna dox myself publically by saying what it's called because it's legit in the middle of nowhere. But there's a small run-down chapel and an old graveyard nearby, and a gorgeous view of the Bay of Fundy. It smells of sweetgrass in the summer. Whenever I go there I just feel at ease, like all my problems fly away. I've brought most of my favorite people there for picnics, but it's always nearly empty (except when there are powwows) Lemme grab the picture I took of Cedar when we went there last year!

what's the last movie you watched?

I genuinely don't remember? I don't watch movies that often.

you can hang out with one fictional character for an hour - who is it?

Honestly? None? Most of the fictional characters are people I would not interact with irl.

compliment yourself:

no <3

Since Mighty tagged Tav, I'll tag the rest of the VC crew: @empresscirque

@spookykittenwrites

@leathfaic (unsure if you want me to tag ur legit acct or not, so I'll stick with the CoD one)

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kissagii · 2 years

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hello hello :> sorry this is so long i wrote half my... damn life story but idk i'm not exactly simple to describe and we're moots so you're chill

may i ask for an attack on titan and my hero academia match-up? if you shall so bless me

i'm a trans dude who has not yet began the medical transition but want to (onceihavemoney), and right now, i don't have any real interest in women. i'm 5'2, almost 5'3, with a spoon figure. my hair is, naturally, a dirty blonde, but it's dyed pink (my favorite color), and i have plans to dye it different colors in the future. i like to experiment with different fashion styles, from grunge to pastel academia. whatever i feel like wearing, i wear, basically. i am a cancer, which will become relatively clear as i go on (jk)

i'm a pretty open person. i like meeting people, though i'm more confident online and a bit shy when first meeting someone irl. but i'm also known for not having much of a filter after only a few days of friendship. i fall in love easily. i guess i'm a hopeless romantic? i do believe in true love, but i've got the "soulmates are made not found" attitude. i've been the therapist friend in a number of groups, insert trickle-down therapy joke here. i like making people laugh, so i have a pretty diverse sense of humor and never back down from cracking jokes. but i also have a decent knowledge of when a joke should and shouldn't be said out loud. my moods can vary widely over the span of a few days. i'm hyper-affectionate even to my friends, after i check boundaries with them. safe to say i would be very huggy/cuddly with a boyfriend, unless i'm going through the anniversary effect. i enjoy learning but high school was not my forte. i dropped out at sixteen and got my hiset before i turned seventeen. for a while i wanted to follow my abuela's blueprint; go to college at 17. but that wasn't right for me, and i also didn't have the money. from a technical standpoint, i'm a troubled kid. i've been diagnosed with major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, ptsd from various people and situations, insomnia, and some form of schizophrenia (spanning from auditory/visual/tactile hallucinations to paranoid delusions and thoughts). i still have therapy three times a week. never really had a dad or a (proper) mother figure, so we are double-wielding the mommy and daddy issues in this house. mental health is a big thing in my family; so as you can tell i'm not scared to talk about it. most of the time. and i'm also cool with people talking to me about their struggles with it. i've lost a lot of people, to death itself and to the death of bonds. so when i give people advice, it's usually because i had some experience with it. i started smoking weed as a form of escapism when i was 16. i don't smoke or eat edibles often, so i'm not a full stoner or anything. but i have experience with it and use it for times of high stress.

music is a huge thing for me. i sing, my only honors class in high school was honors chorus, i play the electric guitar, and my music taste ranges from slut pop to heavy metal to melanie martinez/mitski/lana del rey and whatever fleetwood mac would be defined as. and father and son by cat stevens for hours at a time. i listen to music or videos or wtv 24/7- i can't even fall asleep to silence. it scares me lol right now my biggest dream is to be a musical artist, write songs about my trauma and invite the world to be a little more okay with the fact that it exists, and that it's okay to ask for help. but my realistic dream is pursuing something in the field of astronomy/astrophysics. i love writing, from stories (and fics as you can tell by my 69 tumblr drafts) to lyrics, and love to experiment with cooking. my favorite cuisine, both to eat and to make, is japanese cuisine. i want to get more into puerto rican cuisine since the entire paternal side of my family is puerto rican, even part native. i do digital and traditional art, i play video games (mostly sandbox games, aka only minecraft) and have a sweet tooth the size of actual jupiter. i play volleyball from time to time and i enjoy high intensity interval training and pilates. junji ito is my favorite mangaka- i absolutely love horror movies and horror books, from the actual scary stuff to modern horror movies.

thank you for humoring me my friend and fully expect me like bombing the items on your masterlist :> xx

of course!! don't worry about the detail in the description, it helps me match you more effectively :)

i match you with...

𝕜𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕖𝕚𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠

and

𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕥

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oooh oml how about a blurb w peter in his spider-man suit (or not but the kids look up to him) playing basketball with a few kids and you see him interacting with them and he makes you join him. like just a whole lot of fun and the kids say, "are you two gonna get married?" and you're both like 😳😳😳.... "maybe??" or wtv (ily tonnes)

knock(it)out of the park

w/c: 1.8k

a/n: oh my goddddd :( ilyt thank you for this <3 also the gif is super unrelated he just looks cute

there are few people in this world as generous as peter parker. whether it’s saving the city as spider-man or doing food drives with may, he’s always helping someone, somehow. his desire to give back comes from the kindness in his own heart. he’s shown you that so many times before, but there’s one that stands out to you most.

your general chemistry class had made a group chat so you could ‘collaborate’ with each other. there were a few particular topics you were struggling with at the time. you’d texted everyone asking for help, but they were either busy or didn’t understand themselves. science and specifically chemistry being peter’s best subject, he reached out to you separately.

he felt for you because you had a pretty big exam coming up. he’d offered to call you so you could work through some problems together. why, you had no idea. you two had exchanged no more than a “hi” or “can i borrow a pencil?” now, he wanted to give up his night to tutor you? how could someone be so sweet?

that test ended up being your highest grade so far. you thanked peter in person with a hug that turned his cheeks a deep shade of pink. after that, you asked him to be your study buddy. he didn’t hesitate to agree. you met at your school library twice or sometimes three times a week.

peter really liked talking to you. he found himself smiling through your conversations and the funny comments you made when you got frustrated. you loved how genuine he was, how he wasn’t afraid to wear his heart out on his sleeve. not literally, even though you were studying chemistry.

he’d wanted to get to know you beyond your hatred for balancing chemical equations, so he asked you out for coffee. it was something simple that no college student would pass up. you’d had to push peter’s hand away so he’d let you buy the drinks. you insisted that he already did so much for you, so you could pay it back.

that lead to you properly taking his hand in yours while you waited for your coffees. his palm was a bit sweaty, probably from nerves. he laced your fingers together once they died down and gave you that soft smile of his.

that was almost two years ago. since then, you’ve fallen completely in love with peter. peter has fallen at least ten times harder for you.

instead of walking you to your dorm like he usually does, peter asked you to meet him at the park today. he’s been spending a lot of time there lately. it’s close to campus and he always comes back grinning ear to ear, which is all that really matters. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious what he does there, though.

you head over to the basketball court like peter had told you to earlier. you can’t imagine what you’re doing here. laughing to yourself, you drop your bag on the nearest bench, then take a seat. you’re not in the dark much longer because you hear someone call your name. you recognize their voice as peter’s.

“hey, y/n! c’mere!” is followed by the sound of a basketball dribbling. you look up and realize he’s playing with a group of kids. they’re all in a line, watching peter in awe. he easily jumps up and shoots a hoop in front of them. you hear a “woah, how’d you do that so fast?” and “you’re sick, peter!”

that makes him chuckle while he high fives some of the boys and fist bumps the others. this must be why he’s been coming to the park. peter was never quite the athlete until he got his powers. everyone in high school knew him to be terrible at sports, so he couldn’t exactly join any teams out of the blue. it’s nice he gets to show off his skills now.

it’s also adorable seeing him with his own mini team. they’re a group of five boys who can’t be any older than twelve. peter definitely has a soft spot for the little ones. he’s always talking about morgan, who he babysits whenever pepper isn’t around. you’ve never seen him in action until today.

a grin spreading across your face, you make your way over to the basketball court. peter passed the ball to one of the boys so he can block him while he tries to shoot. he goes easy on him, and he makes the basket. “nice job, shawn!” peter compliments and holds open his hands for the ball back. shawn beams at peter, throwing it to him.

peter notices you coming over and hits gabe with a “think fast” to pass the ball off again. you’re still smiling as peter jogs up to you. he slings an arm around your waist and pecks your lips at the same time. you squeal, pleasantly surprised as you rest your hands on his chest.

“not in front of the kids,” you tease and glance over at them. they’re fighting over whose turn it is. peter wraps his other arm around you with a knowing smirk. “how’d you meet them, by the way?” his smirk becomes a shy smile. “i was walking around here the other day and they needed a sixth player,” he explains, you biting on your lip.

“they asked me to join. guess i’m an official member now.” you trace peter’s jaw with your thumb, making him tilt his head to the side. “you’re the best person i know. best person ever.” he dismisses your words with a click of his tongue. “i can’t say no to a kid, or five.” “god, i love you,” you giggle softly, peter threading his fingers through yours.

“i love you more. you wanna join us?” he raises an eyebrow to urge you to say yes. unlike peter, you’re just terrible at basketball. you’d be better off on the sidelines. “i don’t know how to play,” you sigh and roll your eyes at your confession. “what about knockout? think everyone learned that at some point,” peter suggests in that same persuasive tone.

you give in with a huff. “okay, i think i remember that.” “awesome.” he takes your hand and happily leads you over to the court. the kids stop their bickering once peter gets there, everyone falling back into a line. they must like him a lot. “alright, guys. how about we do a few rounds of knockout?” peter rubs his hands together.

“who’s that?” david ignores peter’s question, pointing at you. he has the ball in his other hand. max hits it out and grabs it for himself. david is about to get him back for it, but peter speaks up again. “this is y/n,” he introduces you and puts an arm around your shoulders. you give the kids a small wave. “hi!” “is she your girlfriend?” shawn blurts out.

kids really have no filter. peter breathes out a laugh, drawing you into his side more. “yup. she’s gonna play with us.” “no girls allowed!” anthony yells out and crosses his arms in defiance. he’d been the quietest, then that happened. you try not to take it to heart because these are only children, but damn.

peter ‘pffts’ at him. “oh, come on. who made that rule?” everyone points at gabe. his face falls, and he pokes max’s arm harshly. “it wasn’t me, it was him!” max shakes his head side to side. “no! it was-“ “never mind, it doesn’t matter who it was,” peter finally decides before they all accuse each other. you give him a look to say you can handle it.

“you know, some of the best athletes are girls,” you tell the kids gently, offering a devious smile. “don’t you want a challenge?” you’re not referring to yourself, but you’ll let them think otherwise. no one’s too young to have their misogyny shut down. peter proudly presses his lips to the side of your head.

the boys whisper amongst themselves before shawn replies on their behalf. “we accept.”

peter gets on the line after finding another ball, you behind him. the start the game right away. first is shawn and anthony, and anthony loses that round. he’s up against david next. anthony can’t seem to aim right, which makes him lose that round and get out of the game. he shoots a glare your way. that gets a snort from peter.

max goes against gabe after that. gabe gets the ball in first, leaving max to go with peter. he gets it in while peter is shooting his first basket. it’s you and peter now. there’s no way you’re winning this, even if he’s easy on you. he’s not. he makes his basket while you’re in mid-air trying to get your own.

“sorry, y/n/n!” peter shouts and goes off to the back of the line. you groan, shawn being your opponent. he’s the better of the kids. you keep shooting baskets while he aims for his first. neither of you make it, except you get closer. the two of you go on for a couple of minutes before you both shoot at the same time. your ball hits into his and, well, knocks it out.

you make the basket.

the kids all gasp, including shawn, as you run back over to peter. he high fives you with both hands, then locks his with yours. “babe! you made a basket!” peter cheers for you. “i made a basket!” you repeat, jumping up and down. everyone is going to take you as serious competition from here on out.

by the time you finish the next couple of rounds, you’re all out of breath. you managed to win one. it would’ve been two, had peter not been the other person left in with you. it definitely helped that you have a few feet and around ten years on all the kids. they did try their hardest either way, and you all had a really good time.

the boys each grew respect for you. you’re glad you gave them a new perspective.

“good game, y/n,” shawn says like he’s wise beyond his years, shaking your hand. “you too,” you grin at him and give him a firm handshake back. peter squeezes your waist from where he’s standing behind you. “we’d ask you to join the team, if it didn’t make us an odd number,” david explains, gabe nodding in agreement.

you lay your head back on peter’s chest. “dang, you’re right. i had a lot of fun, though.” all the boys look at you two suspiciously. max asks what they’re all wondering. “peter, are you gonna marry her?” you feel him stiffen against you, his breath hitching. “wh- what?” he stammers out and subconsciously tightens his grip around your waist.

anthony gags at the question, shawn slapping him on the back for that. he asks this time. “yeah, are you?” your lips pull into a smirk, you looking at peter over you shoulder. “are you, peter?” this is something you’ve talked about before, so you’re not putting him on the spot. peter meets your eyes and tells you the same thing he said last time. “one day, i hope.”

#tom holland #peter parker #tom holland fluff #peter parker fluff #marvel #spiderman #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #college!peter parker

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 3 years

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hello!!! i'd like to request a piece of 🍰 please <3 apologies for incoming info dump about my Entire Life :| & thank u so much darling!

basic information — i use she/her and i'm bisexual, an infj, and a scorpio. a yachi kinnie :)

appearance — i'm a 5'0 asian girl with long black hair and dyed caramel tips! my body type is petit and skinny - lack of butt, unfortunately, but i got some tibby! overall im pretty tiny and always look younger than my age lol. i also wear glasses because i am Very Near Sighted, and my clothing style is a weird mix between cutesy-pastel-female-kpop-idol fits, indie teenage girl, and faux cottagecore.

personality — i'm a rather introverted person, but i'm trying my best to work on that. i have depression, anxiety, and adhd, but i'm always telling myself uplifting things and trying to work on my mindsets, so i'd like to say that i'm also sincere and compassionate! i'm also very adaptable and easily influenced by the behaviors of people around me. i think at first impression, i look standoffish and judgemental, but i think it's because i lack the confidence to say what i think and express my emotions, which i'm also working on! once i'm comfortable, i think i'm a very funny, intelligent, and caring person (i'm an extremely sensitive person and receptive to others' emotions — i cried a LOT watching karasuno v shiratorizawa 😐), but i can also tease and be a little sarcastic if the relationship calls for it. i get very affectionate and touchy with close friends too! long story short - i might seem awkward and quiet, but give me a moment— i'm trying, and i'll get there eventually, and i think that'll be worth waiting for. :)

hobbies — i like to do visual art things, like sketch pretty anime boys and also cross-stitch and make calligraphy! i'm a bullet-journaler :) i also love love LOVE learning languages and about different cultures, especially asian ones. i think i'm a pretty studious person when i get into it but i do procrastinate a lot T____T i'm also super into playing genshin impact, but i easily hop interests, so one day i'll be on this and the next, it's something else i'm rambling about. get ready to get ur ear talked off about wtv i love that week <3

likes + dislikes — i like anime, bts (!!), and otome games :> i also enjoy desserts, boba tea, flowers, and sudoku puzzles 🥺 i'm also a lover of learning, asian cultures, and dogs (also cats, but mostly dogs!) <3 i reallllyyyyyy want a pet snake one day too 🥺 family is also very important to me because i'm the youngest of 7 children! i dislike spiders snd working out (seriously the last person to want to do any type of fitness). all that "moving" jazz... volleyball is the only sport i'll probably ever even bother to learn the rules of LMAO but do not expect me to play i will eat the floor </3 my arms are sticks and i will simply embarrass myself

what i want/need in a relationship — i have a pretty idealistic idea of romance - i want someone perfect, but i know that's not realistic. at the very least, i want someone who loves me very much and is honest about that. they also need to let me be affectionate and clingy, and will be the same way back, even if it's just a little bit. i'm someone who needs love and affirmation rather consistently, like a freaking plant. i NEED someone who'll make sure i'm doing things and being productive, and someone who will actively encourage me to both be a better person mentally and physically get things done. they also should be able to take care of me (i'm a youngest child so i like being babied~) <3

this is very long, apologies! thank you so much for your wonderful matchups, they're so detailed and you work very hard on them, i can tell. thank you for your hard work!! kisses 4 u! <3

@mochiiswan ok I see you stealing my husband from me 🥲

Romantic Matchup

Bokuto Koutarou

How yall met

Girl you were just having a bad day

Nothing seemed to be going right

So you showed up for school in a rather gloomy mood

Bokuto didn't know you

But he still didn't like how sad you seemed

So he approached you

He basically just started making small talk to try to cheer you up

You dont know why but his energy did seem to be having a positive effect on you

Bokuto really liked talking to you

And he was glad he was able to cheer you up

The bell had rung signaling it was time to go to class

But bokuto didn't wanna leave you

So he asked if you wanted to come watch his volleyball practice after school

You agreed to go

You went to his practice and bokuto found himself trying to impress you

He didn't know why

Wait...

“AKAASHI I THINK I HAVE A CRUSH”

😳

Yeah he straight up yelled that…

While you were in there…

After a quick advice break from akaashi

He asked you out on a date :)))

What they love about you

He loves that you try to improve yourself

It's one thing to have issues

But to acknowledge those issues and to want to fix them truly makes a strong person

So he loves that you love yourself enough to improve on yourself

And he WILL help you in any way he can

Eek

He loves how sensitive you are

Bb boy is sensitive too

So he's glad he's found someone to cry with when a dog dies in a movie

(Also do any of you cry when a dog dies but doesn't when a human does? No? Just me?)

He loves how you value family

Im convinced bokuto is a family man

He loves his parents and his sisters more than anything

So he's glad he's found someone with the same values as him

HE LOVES HOW CLINGY YOU ARE

DO NOT EVEN HESITATE WITH THIS BOY

You can't tell me ocultos love language isn't physical touch

Come on now

LOOK AT HIM

You will get all the physical affection you could ever dream of

Favorite things to do together

Ok hear me out

He just likes going to the pound…

And looking at the animals with you

and/or

He likes volunteering at the animal shelter with you

You+cute animals=happy bokuto

Random HC

You drew him doing a spike once and he bout cried

Keeps the drawing in his phone case and pulls it out to brag

You take me as a hopeless romantic

And good news for you

Bokutos a hopeless romantic too :)

So your relationship is the closest to perfect relationships can get

He 100% keeps you on track

Mans is like a personal trainer istg

However don't expect to be productive with him around...

He did try to get you to play volleyball

And you did in fact eat the floor </3

Astrology

When Virgo and Scorpio join together in a love match, these Signs that are two apart in the Zodiac are brought together.

Their placement gives the relationship an intense karmic bond

The Virgo-Scorpio couple is loyal and deep, with very strong ties.

Virgo and Scorpio enjoy working together toward acquisition: Virgo wants order and Scorpio wants power.

Both of these Signs are about resources, including inheritances and property.

This couple is very service-oriented and known to be dependable.

They like to lend a hand to a friend or to the community.

Additionally, Virgo can be withdrawn — while Scorpio is more opaque and outgoing.

Because of the disparity, both Signs can learn from one another if they can agree to meet halfway.

Virgo is ruled by Mercury and Scorpio is ruled by Mars and Pluto.

This combination is very heated, thanks to Pluto’s influence.

The two Signs unite to form the basic foundation of human relationships — Mercury’s communication and Mars’s passion.

Mercury and Mars go well together; Mercury is about the conscious mind, and Mars is about the passion of romance.

Scorpio is rambunctious and intense, and Virgo is attracted to this energy.

In turn, Scorpio needs the loyalty and practicality inherent in Virgo.

Overall Aesthetic

Pastelcore

Songs-

Are you bored yet - wallows

Strawberry Mentos - Leanna Firestone

Hey Lover - Wabie

Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fandom #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto koutarou x y/n #bokuto #bokuto headcanons #bokuto hc

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wychive · 4 years

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𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨

summary // you found your pile of ‘letters’ to hyunjin that contain thoughts that have never been said and decided to write to him one last time.

pairing(s) // hyunjin x gn!reader, hyunjin x oc, slight minho x reader

genre(s) // angst, letter fic

warning(s) // mentions of food, themes of being forgotten, vulgar wording, humiliation, overthinking

word count // 2.0k

author's note // happy birthday @noya-sannnn !! im sorry this was so late hhh you know how i am irl,, but i hope you enjoy this! i love you so much, jane <3 i apologize for the many grammar mistakes gn. i recommend listening to iu’s ending scene while reading this! btw y/n/n means your nickname.

[10/01/14, 3:55am]

dear jinnie,

hi there! it's y/n <3 i hope you're doing okay - i mean of course you are pfft anyways, just writing this short letter (more like paragraph) sort of as a venting mechanism? for things i cant tell you about lol im not so sure how you would call it, since you're so much better at words than i am. basically were like:

hyunjin: ow a brain freeze!

me: haha brain go brrrr

anyways haha yea <3 it's 4am so like,, ill see you at school!

signed,

your loser,

y/n/n

[15/02/14, 12:34am]

yo heartthrob!

im back with this kinda stuff haha it's been a whole? week? since ive written one of these so like yes..hi! i just wanted to say thanks, for today. you really know how to cheer me up huh? you really outdid yourself by setting up that little picnic for us. congrats on making the strawberry cake so perfectly <3 this day will always stay as a core memory in the back of my brain. you're too caring sometimes,,, istg you'll pay for this [maybe hugs?] >:)

signed,

your partner in crime,

y/n/n

[30/02/15, 01:29am]

jinnie-senpai~~

LMAO you hate me calling you that, doesn't change a thing though. hehe,, nways i hope you enjoyed your birthday present :) i got you that really cool skateboard that you wanted. i worked my ass off for that in my mother's garden so like,, you gotta thank me for that a thousand times :D nah jk, its a sincere gift, from me to you. i rarely do this for ANYONE so consider yourself lucky to have a best friend like me -3- also, seungmin is like….kinda the cutest person ever. introduce me to him pls, thank!

signed,

<your bestest friend3,

y/n

(p.s. you're kinda cute too,,,, ig,,, still stinkee tho)

[13/04/15, 9:04pm]

hey 'baby' (HAHAHA ihy for this)

i hope your day was okay! i didn't see much of you today (which was sort of a bummer but wtv) so like…. uh yea. you told me you were doing okay over text, which kinda surprised me because like?? we always video call lol this is kinda the first time,, but its okay, i trust you! (i really hope youre doing alright tho, i'll beat anyone up if they make you sad >:( ) you also called me 'sweetheart' today which was like…. omg wtf haha????????? that was so weird to me for some reason… a good kind of weird :D we haven't done those kinds of nicknames in a while so…. happy to know that they're back in session <3 i talked to the new girl today, she's really cool! like she knows the bean song on tiktok so like its a total win heh, ill introduce you to her tomorrow! you'll love her a lot

signed,

your 'lover',

y/n/n

[08/06/16, 10:23pm]

hey howl (hehe go back to that movie night we had)

this spring break sucks so much,, esp because youre not here (you still couldve brought me along :'[ ) but wtv i hope youre enjoying yourself. ive been hanging out with yeonnie lately and i found out she likes conan grey too like pls i love her sm. can we adopt her?? please???? she told me you guys have been video calling too and that makes me so happy!! you two are getting along so well aaa my precious babies </3

what if you developed a crush on her? haha…..jk unless?? (no jk dont shes all mine, stay away >:) ) anyways, i hope the three of us hang out soon. maybe go to that ice cream parlour where they serve the best cookies and cream?

signed,

your daisy,

y/n/n

[19/07/15, 01:23am]

peepee poopoo hello

heyheyhey!! (heh, haikyuu thingz) i hope youre doing okay! i mean sure you are, with everything going so well. also i feel like you're not telling me something. maybe it's just me? is it? i hope it is because you tell me everything,, we've been talking less these days but its okay! i know how busy you are, especially with your dad always bugging you,,

also, i think yeonbin likes you :0,, she keeps talking about you whenever we hang out. don't get me wrong, its not bad that she likes you but...something doesn't feel right. i feel like i'm being the third wheeler here and like ugh idk. haha laughs yea i think its just me.. im sorry, i didnt mean to do you like this,, anyways, ill see you soon + her too ofc- yall are inseparable lmao

signed,

your moonlight,

y/n/n

[23/07/15, 01:56am]

greetings, kind sir

lol more like mean sir but like aight KSKSK,, anyways,, how have you been? we haven't really talked in a while,, our convos are always so short with it being one-sided :/ i wish you were online more. yeonnie is ignoring me,, do you know why? i think you do,,, but when i asked you just said you didnt know. did i do something wrong? pls tell me..

she blocked my contact the other day and she won't even smile at me when i pass her in the hallways. its,, sad and stressful especially because she was the only one that would genuinely talk to me. i hate to say this,, but i miss you. us, hanging out like the best trio we are, yknow? but i dont think you miss me the same way. sorry, im getting out of hand. i know im just overreacting. im just gonna sleep ig,, good night! sweet dreams,,

signed,

your pink lemonade,

y/n/n

[25/07/15, 03:25am]

hi there

i heard you and her got together?? congrats, jinnie! im so proud of you,, especially because you never had even considered getting a girlfriend a few months earlier lmaO you really woo the ladies huh? anyways,, i hope you've been well since we last talked,, how many days has it been?? i would say nearly a week or so but honestly it feels like a hundred years,, considering you and i used to talk every day. but you have her now to keep you company.

keep this a secret but can you possibly tell me why it hurts when i see her? or when i mention her or even think of her?? is it because she's connected to you? but.. you're my best friend, so why? is it because i miss you? is it because im alone now? is it because you left me with a simple 'i have to go now,, bye y/n/n.'? im not sure either. im being silly, i apologize. ill figure it out sooner or later. sweet dreams, jinnie

signed,

your asswipe,

y/n

[25/07/15, 04:30am]

jinnie

it's because i love you.

signed,

your butterfly,

y/n

[??/08/??, 05:??am]

you

i miss your lame jokes. i miss your smile. i miss your laughs. i miss your funny faces. i miss the way your eyes twinkle. i miss th way you would make me happy just by doing the bare minimum. i miss the disaster you made when cooking breakfast. i miss the night when you snuck me out just to go to that pretty lantern event. i miss when you would call out my name everytime we met. i miss when we would share earbuds in train rides. dont you get it, hyunjin? i miss you.

[??/??/15, ??:??am]

asshole.

please tell me that isn't true, please. you're too kind to do these kinds of things, right? + i was your best friend,, then, why, why did you hurt me like this. i didnt do anything wrong.. you couldve just told me you didnt like me,,, why did she have to tell me? out of all people.

youre so pathetic for this,, i thought you were brave, bold - but youre just a fucking coward. i loved you, i really did. and i realised too late… im sorry. she,, i shouldn't have talked to her in the first place, right? i bet you knew she humiliated me, in front of everyone. of course you did, you were the only one that knew. you told her. fuck, i hate you so much (yet why do i long for you on a night like this?). you know how much that'll affect me and yet, there you are, laughing about it with her.

signed,

fuck off,

you know who i am.

[31/08/15, 03:41am]

ah, jinnie

please tell me this is just a nightmare. please, please. stop just reading my texts, please answer them. jinnie. i miss you so much. i dont care bout her, please just let me be in your arms. i dont care if you love me back, please just talk to me at least. tell me what i did wrong,, jinnie,, please,,, clear these tear stains on my cheek with kisses.

signed,

your fuck-up,

y/n

[15/09/15, 04:59am]

jinnie

why do i keep crying because of you? its been a few weeks since everything has happened. please, nothing has changed. i still love you the same even with all the hatred i have pent up in this stupid brain of mine. i wish i could just walk back in time, to where it all began.

when i first met you in third grade and you pushed me while playing soccer or maybe when we took those ridiculous prom pictures, remember those? i hope you still have them,, because i do too. i hope the pictures of us on your wall still hang there,, it'll remind you of the happy times. hm,, maybe you don't need them.

you already have millions of pictures with you and her,, i bet you printed some and replaced those with ours right? sly dog.

signed,

friend,

y/n/n

[04/02/16, 12:57am]

hey

i went to the park today and saw both of you being happy. it's nice to see your smile again. im sorry i didnt go up to you,, i just thought it would be awkward. when i heard that adorable laugh of yours, it made me realise that i lost something special. but it's okay isnt it? as your happiness matters more than mine.

signed,

y/n

[06/01/20, 08:00pm]

dear hyunjin,

im doing fine here. how about you? gosh,, how long has it been? years? since we last talked to each other. i havent heard from you since. i would just like to say i still think of you sometimes, when watering the plants or dancing while making pancakes. sometimes i think you're here with me too, just being the pals we were.

sometimes i'd see you out, just reading a book in the park or buying pasta sauce at the grocery store. it's nice to see you having a stable life. im not sure if you're still with her or not, but its good to know that you still have that large friend group. also! you're never gonna guess who im dating--

it's minho! do you remember him? the one that i used to hate,, uh yeah. he asked me out the other day- you may wonder how tf,,, i too do not know how tf but he gives the best hugs ever. he gave me the love i wanted from you. he stitched my heart back together after it broke,, i love him so much, jinnie..

it's snowing,, do you remember when we would skate on the frozen lake in front of your house? are your parents well? i wonder if your mother still has those earrings i bought for her birthday. i never told you this but your laugh and hers sound so similar.

i would just like to say thank you, for everything. you were a big part of my life, up until now. when we see each other after this, we would just be strangers. maybe flash a little smile or give a little wave whenever we greet each other but nothing more. some memories of us would flow in every now and then but it'll just be a short teaser. well, i'll be going now. smile for me, okay?

signed,

the one that loved you the most,

y/n.

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billyhottamale · 3 years

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Over a year ago I was fucked up

January 2020, I came home right as the year begun and cried my eyes out, my friends went ahead and kept celebrating, I told them I wasn't in the mood for that

I had two breakdowns before going home that night, I had started therapy and was taking God knows how many pills they were, I was steady in December 2019, the pills were doing it's job, they were controlling me, the pain was gone and so was the sadness, with the beginning of 2020 I was taking less pills, doctor's orders, and I missed them, I wanted them, they were keeping everything away, everything that was bad, and when the effect stopped it all came back, and then I took the pills again like I was supposed to, and it was all good again

I always told myself I hated pills, I didn't wanted them, I have a hard time swallowing them, but I was addicted to them, I knew they made me feel better and I wanted them all the time, I did as the doctor said, no more pills than the ones I had to take, no pills outside the time, take them in the morning and in the night, only 1 of each and that's it

Meanwhile covid arrived and we were sent home, weekends are crazy, I could barely handle my family for two days let alone months without leaving the house, I grabbed what I learned in school and made some activities for us, I was busy, my family was busy and tired, I had peace, with peace came the time to talk to my mother, exactly how I felt, she did the best she could, she understood when I felt sad and had to be left alone, when I had my panic attacks she did her best to comfort me knowing I didn't wanted to be touched. I remember having a sensory overload and trying to explain it to her so she could keep my siblings quiet, in the end I learned she felt that too sometimes, just didn't knew what it was, only that she needed space

I got in touch with friends(never lost touch, just didn't wanted to talk to anyone at the time), I explained my feelings and told them all I had to say, I felt better talking to someone

I spent 2019 asking for a cat, July 2020 I got a cat, then another, my mom thought it might help me

I kept talking about my feelings, I got busy with the cats, I told my doctor I stopped medicine and of course he wanted me to take it for at least an year and I did as he asked

I remember by the end of 2019, looking out the windows and looking at the cars passing by "man, what if I just jumped" but hey, I wanted a cat and I wanted to have kids, I wanted to fall in love and fucking kiss someone, have my first time, get drunk, go to college, travel, I just wanted some fun and love, I wanted to live, but if one day I just decided it was enough how was I going to do those things?

I have three cats and I've gotten drunk, I have so much more to do, so much more to look forward to, so many books to read, and to write! Oh God do I have ideas! Am I going to college? Oh boy we're just waiting for the end of September to know, rn I'm learning fashion design and I'm sewing my own collection to present on a catwalk with the rest of my classmates, planing on traveling next year, fuck love dude, i couldn't care less about rn, though I did fall in love this year, I'm too busy and too worried about my future and career to think about boys or girls or wtv

My driving exam is soon, I'm excited but my body responded with a panic attack followed by a depressed episode (or so my doctor calls it), I responded by letting do its own thing, it needed to cry, go ahead buddy, it needed to feel mad and punch something, sure, for as long as I don't hurt myself or others you are allowed to feel and do wtv you want and goddamn is it important to let your body feel this, to let yourself feel negative emotions, you're not a fucking box with a lock, you're a person, you feel things, you can't let yourself keep this feelings inside you, talk to someone, see what's best for you and do it

Ending it doesn't do the trick, you have so much to live for, so much to do, life sucks ik, but it doesn't last forever, so while we're here let's get the best we can out of it

You know that stupid thing about depressed people? The one when they say you should just go outside and be happy, yeah that one, well...I didn't went outside at first, I felt sad and miserable, I saw ways of hurting myself, so first why don't you talk to someone? Even if you just need them to listen, then you can do something that always made you happy, hey do you like eating cake? Well learn how to make one, maybe then you can learn new ones, maybe you can learn how to make other sweets, and then you can just say "damn I'm still sad, but I made this cake and it's kinda pretty, also it tastes good, maybe other people would like it, maybe I could start doing stuff like this when I can, guess I'm not worthless, just hadn't found something new that can make my life more exciting"

This is probably hella confusing but what I'm trying to say is, find something worth living for, something new you might actually like, reach out, reach out to me if you want, I won't always be there, I still have my bad days, but it's OK, because two years ago I didn't wanted to be here, now I want so many things, have so many plans, hey I'm getting a tattoo if I pass my exam first try, mom's going crazy, but it's my life, I own it, I'm the boss of me and not even my anxiety can take it away anymore, I am stronger than my disorder because I choose to be, because I tried and I cried and I fell and i got up many times, and I'll keep fighting until one day I have everything I've dreamed of and accomplished all I wanted and I'll be sitting somewhere finally happy and I want that for you

This is hard to get rid of ik, but we're not aiming for perfection, we just want some stability and love

Darling listen

You are loved and beautiful and so smart, so funny, so VALID, everything you are going through is valid, you're not less than anyone, you need me to hold your hand? I'll do it, we'll go through hell and back just so you can smile again

I love you, you're capable of so much more than you probably think, stay with me please

Don't forget, life does get better, but it all starts with you, if we don't change, things won't change

Hey tell me about yourselves, let's spread some positivity and love, you deserve a break today

Also drink lots of water, sleep well, brush your teeth, cry if you feel the need to, sometimes it helps

Once again, I love you!

#anxiety #depression #mental illness #mental health #didnt felt so good today thought i could try to make someone else happy

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gabagaba05 · 3 years

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OK HERE ARE MORE SLIDES HSHSGA

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/109uK-q-OktPBmv8JF-uDD9HJkq0fnmn6w3yRN8PnGVY/edit

kindly ignore the "people we know" section, i made this for a presentation party

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/16Lg7vWr0cCqq9xNzDlGtt1BV5dINGs0Wj8oFjeqL8qQ/edit

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/12ywRhPHnf4SqGfKkZfE6dDNQz5fDiC3KMXq_Dtjt8r4/edit

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1-ty_5cSKcJTQmzyX19y-BOBlkG369XVTQCgogQD3WZk/edit

onto your questions!

- i indeed to band!! i play clarinet, but we have a marching season coming up so i was at percussion rehearsal. i’m one of the new drum majors for my band (so i conduct the show/im 2nd in line to the director). i’m my free time i fuck around with the ukulele and guitar. im not great but it calms me down.

are you in band?? it's so much fun dbsbsbs!! when the event ends we have to keep in touch (even if it's just to share shitty pics of me in a uniform)

1) i read svt as seventeen! it's really funny though because i don't read skz as "stray kids", i read it as "skizz" fbsbsbshja

2) i'd rather never meet them and b able to consume their content!! i've made it this far already :))

what are your answers to those two??

some sleepover questions!!

1) do you have any movie or tv show recs?? i've been watching buzzfeed unsolved and criminal minds on repeat and it's getting to me 🙄🙄 i plan on watching vip, the one about the north korean officials son, and the wind rises

2) do you have any funny school trip/ band (if your in it) stories? i have quite a few band related ones if you wanna hear them

3) where do you live (this is not supposed to be creepy). i’m from new jersey!! (we might have talked about this but i have a brain the size of a pea

4) what grade are you going into/ are you currently in. i’m gonna b a junior and i am NOT ready for it 😩😩 it's so scary

girl i have no good sleepover questions 🙄🙄 all i do at sleepovers is reenact fanfiction, watch movies, and gossip 😩

if you want gossip from new jersey -> i got drum major over a guy who's harassed me, my sister, and at least 3 of my friends and i’m so happy!! it felt so good to finally have a win 🤤🤤

ooo i’ll check out the slides later!! (i’m babysitting rn lol)

omg i don’t do band and can’t play any instruments, but i’m so jealous of ppl who do!😫 like,, u can just make music! that’s so cool!! and yes we *absolutely* have to keep in touch after the event!! (i would love to see pictures of u in ur uniform alsnksjsks)

ok so i read “ess vee tee” and ya i’d also choose consume content and never meet them, i mean,,, i’m a fan of the content so it just wouldn’t work for me to not consume it anymore lol

ok so for ur questions:

1) ok first of all i love buzzfeed unsolved!! in honor of them ending the series ive been rewatching all of it too lol (i just got to the iconic goatman episode) but i’d recommend downton abbey (i’m only on season four but i’ve rlly been enjoying it) and i’m currently making my way through disney’s tv adaptation of this book series i rlly loved in like,, late middle school-ish? it’s called the mysterious benedict society and the way they’re making the tv show feels so much like the book i rlly love it

2)uhhh so i don’t have any band stories (obvs lol) but i did dye my hair for the first time (well the first time i permanently dyed it) at midnight in the girls locker room? so i go to a rlly small jewish day school, and on the first night of hanukkah they do this thing where all the girls in the high school get to sleep over and light the candles for the first night and then watch movies and wtv and sleep in the not heated gym (and then wake up to pray and go to classes because hanukkah started the day before winter break that year and so we had to actually go to classes the next day🙄) but i had brought hair dye with me so two friends and i (shoutout to @eb4 for being one of those friends and seeing the chaos firsthand shakhskahs) left during the movie (it was parent trap so i almost stayed lol) and went down to the girls locker room and busted out the hair dye! we had to dye it in the sink cuz the school showers r 🤢 and don’t have curtains and i was already in my pajamas. so then an hour later we washed off the dye in the sink and voila! it was box black hair dye and my natural hair is rlly dark brown so it wasn’t like i was dying my hair some crazy color like the blue i have now) i for sure have other stories if u wanna hear them and i’d love to hear some band stories!☺️

3)omg it’s not creepy dw 😂 and i live in massachusetts! also i didn’t know that u live in jersey!! (ok so these two kids who joined my grade this past year r from jersey and they’re so chaotic and i get very similar vibes from u and now i’m wondering if it’s just a jersey thing sksnsjs)

4)girl i’m gonna b a junior too!! and OMG TELL ME ABT IT IM ALREADY AT SCHOOL FOR NINE HOURS A DAY AND HAVE SO MUCH HW AND THIS YEAR IM TAKING AN AP AND SELF STUDYING FOR ANOTHER IM NOT BUILT FOR THIS SKANSNAJ😭😭

omg re-enacting fanfic sounds like such a fun thing to do at a sleepover!! i only have one friend who reads fanfic and we were in seperate fandoms before covid so no fanfic re-enactments for me😔 i’ll def b putting that in my back pocket for when sleepovers r finally a thing again sjhshaha

aaaa that’s so awesome for u!!! i’m not quite sure what that means but u won and that’s always an awesome feeling!!❤️

ok now for my questions:

1) do *u* have any band/school stories???

2) do u do any extracurriculars other than band?

3) ok i know u told me u have a sister but is she younger or older? (lemme predict real quick….💭💭ur the younger one!)

4) what’ve u been doing so far over the summer?

5) shaniac or boogara?? (or shitfish lol)

i hope u have a good night and am sending u tons and tons of love!!❤️❤️

#im sorry for the questions being so mediocre it’s currently 9:50 and im babysitting and exhausted ajbasjhaj #asked and answered #🐯 anon

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kitty8roses · 3 years

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This is what I sent to her lol (under a cut tho bc im not that mean)

DONT LOOK UNDER THIS CUT FOR GIVEN SPOILERS!!!!

Ritsuka quickly realizes that Mafuyu is an exceptionally talented singer, and invites him to join the band. Ritsuka learns that Mafuyu's guitar was previously owned by Yuuki, Mafuyu's childhood friend and boyfriend who died in an apparent suicide. The band begins composing music in advance of a live performance, but Mafuyu is unable to write lyrics for the song.

On the day of the performance, Mafuyu has a breakthrough and sings a powerful song about his feelings of loss over Yuuki. The song prompts Ritsuka to realize his romantic feelings for Mafuyu; he kisses him backstage, and they begin dating shortly thereafter.

The band names itself – "Given", in tribute to the guitar given to Mafuyu by Yuuki – and begin to develop a following after posting a video of their live performance online. Given qualifies for a major amateur music festival, and begin preparing new material. Their efforts are complicated when Akihiko, who Haruki secretly has romantic feelings for, becomes involved with his roommate and ex-boyfriend Ugetsu.

Ok so in the beginning of our show: our first protag mafuyu sato is seen walking to school In the rain (with an umbrella tho lol) he says, as narrator, “mafuyu is not lonely.” And also some other stuff that’s all vibe you know? So THIS is repeated through out the series with him saying that “mafuyu isn’t lonely” especially when something bad happens. The thing is he IS lonely. Why you may ask? Well, his ex boyfriend from middle school killed himself and he thinks it’s his fault and stuff. They had gotten into an argument and he drank himself to death. RIP yuki. The only time where I personally believe this statement of ‘not loneliness’ is true is after Uenoyama (other protagonist and love interest) kisses him. I think that’s very swagger. Right before sed kiss mafuyu sang a song that he wrote at a live performance with da band about his heartbreak with yuki’s death. The person he truly loved. It’s called fuyu no hashi and I recommend you give it a listen it’s really good. Uhm but uhhh he realizes after da kiss that he has a new love ❤️ Ue! Yay canon gay ship time let’s party owah owah

NOW I wanna talk abt the opening and op lyrics. They are SO GOOD. they explain Mafuyu’s situation so we’ll just *mwah*. I think it’s called kizuato. There’s this one part where the singer (which could be interpreted as mafuyu despite it not be8gn his voice) says “Rainy, sunny and cloudy

Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. 365 days. You remain in all of them.” When he says the last line “you remain in all of them” we see mafuyu holding his guitar when a pair of arms wraps around him from behind like a hug. He shifts and kind of like compresses himself? Like you know what would happen if you got a hug. These arms are kinda transparent and they disappear before the line and that clip is over. AT FIRST before I knew about yuki and all that I thoguht they were from his late dad but now I believe the arms belong to yuki. Mafuyu’s dad was abusive and hit him when he spoke and I thoguht that would be the part of his trauma the show focused on but it wasn’t, instead they focused on yuki and his death more. Anyways I thoguht that was cool and representative of what happened pretty well.

Part of it also makes me wanna cry tho. It says “Dig them out. Take away these memories. The invisible voices that wouldn't reach. That Make me suffer/ suffocate me. Search deeper and take a look at this pain inside of me.” Specifically the “take away these memories” part just,, damn. And the invisible voices thing is just too fucking relatable. I’m so sorry Mafuyu

Oh god now I’m getting emotional about fictional boys who play guitar in front of my friends. Sorry guys.

Anyways. Main statement of the song time. “Everything you left behind, became my everything.” D a m n. Not only could he be talking about the guitar the he owns that is from Yuki he could also just be talking about the memories. ‘All the memories you left me, became the only thing that brought me comfort’ and that’s just... so sad man. He LOVED this boy. So much :/ It’s equally as sad with the guitar too. Because of how desperately he wanted to learn to play. For yuki’s sake because YUKI loved music. ‘This guitar you (kinda your mom but wtv lol) gave me, became my life” because it DOES become his life. When he finally accepts new love is after singing fuyu no hanashi. He finally lets go of all the pent up grievance and emotions while singing that song.

Now that point flows perfectly into our next one. It’s a possibility This will be the last one so just bear with me, please! So, one of Mafuyu’s main things is that he never knows how to respond or react the “proper” way. First of all!!!! NEURODIVERGENT KING. Second of all!!!! He talks about how he just doesn’t feel emotions as strongly or just the right way as other people. And how he can’t bring himself to cry and can’t cry despite losing his true love. After the kiss, mafuyu cries. A started clapping for him like yay!!! An icon ❤️ not only did he find a new love and move through some trauma but he also experienced a lot of emotions that he struggles to experience! That’s so good for him 💕💕But yeah he’d been talking about in the show how he just couldn’t “cry or laugh as hard as the other people could” which I can understand very well. It can feel dehumanizing at times so I’m really happy for him. One of the main reasons I kin him!

This brings me into a sort of continuation point about how no thought brain empty emotionless kin time. Sorry o just had to write that out Bc my nose started bleeding and I had to go take care of that and also not forget my clause (again). Mafuyu talks to Uenoyama about how everyone thinks that he doesn’t have emotions or doesn’t have thoughts because of how quiet he is and how emotionless he seems. And how he’s come to kind of believe it himself (a sort of ‘am I really thinking ever’ type beat). Ue kinda-over-aggressively is liek “hell no!!!! No way brain not have thought >:(“ like a old you know? And yes KIN TIME. not to make it about me or anything but I’m also constantly told/it’s joked about how I don’t have emotions. I just kinda roll with it tho.

I wanna say one more thing to end off on a note that isn’t about me but I can’t think of one so let me think. So much for that other one being the last shsndujsjjsidj

:OOOOO ok so I’m rewatching given and I just noticed another thing

So in the beginning, the VERY FIRST thing mafuyu talks about is how he keep shaving the same dream over and over again (this is to himself when he’s walking to school). Then, we see a clip of this dream. He is standing in front of someone (but it’s kinda shadowed so I didn’t see the other person the first time) and his eyes go wide and he grips his guitar so hard one of the strings snap.

Not only do I realize that 1) that dream actually happened: hs8 is a scene from when he fo7nd yuki’s body hanging (mafuyu was the one who found him dead). You can tell from the bottles on the ground (yuki got super drunk and then hung himself). this is why mafuyu’s guitar string is broken for Uenoyama to later fix.

I also realize 2) that this dream actually happened. I realized this when watching the show the first time tho lol. Right before the big concert, mafuyu accidentally breaks his guitar string again. And then Ue has to go run to the music store and buy a new one. That’s why there’s a look of desperation on his face when it happens because, Uenoyama brought his hope back by fixing the string the first time but now he messed it up again. Thank the lord for Haruki and reminding them it can be fixed!

Last thing 3) I talked about the hug scene in the last rant right? Well, when mafuyu broke the strings the first time (upon discovering yuki’s body), he mirrored the motions that he made in the hug scene in the opening. I think I described it as him shifting his body and guitar and like compressing himself? Yeah.

I realized one last minuscule thing while writing this but I doubt you care.

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apologies-in-advance · 3 years

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scene bucket #8

kristin: this house

marion: ooh

kristin: i saw it the other day while doing this project or wtv for school

and i got an idea

what if

(ugh, okay, let me thing about this logically)

so i wanna say nico

but at the same i really don't

OO OOOh

wiat no

forget that

like an AU

where that house is near a cemetery, right?

marion: yeah

kristin: (sorry)

okay, so everyone has their powers still or whatever (i dunno if gods exist, but whatever, i'm not thinking that far into it)

but

the seven are like in highschool..? or eighth grade. that might be fun.

anyways

marion: hm

and they're all having a sleepover or whatever

and Piper

gets this brilliant idea like, "guys. there's this haunted house or whatever down the road. we should totally check it out," (okay, i think i'm getting eighth grade vibes lol)

marion: pipes noooo

kristin: hA

and i think the logical people of the group

annabeth, jason, frank (hazel?)

don't think it's a good idea.

but she's like "no, we got to" and leo and percy are backing her up, "come on guys, it'll be fun, don't be losers" right?

so, eventually, after much pleading and negotiating, they relent. and they head there.

but.

it's also like a mile away (dialogue time :D)

marion: hA the idiot trio has decided

kristin: xD r

*right

(OOOOOOOOOOOOH WIAT

NO POWERS

NO GODs

i jsut

eee

okay)

so because Piper has big mansion and stuff and dad is never home, they had the sleepover at her house. they got all the essentials. snacks, waterbottles, map (per Annabeth's insistance), flashlights, fidget toys

all packed in a backpack. they get their jackets on and their shoes and they start walking.

marion: rich girl

rich girl piper

kristin: hA

problem is, even though Piper said it's right down the road, it's a bit further than any of them intended. and they're batteries die.

so they're left walking alone in the dark

in the middle of (??) who knows where Nevada

marion: lost in the desert somewhere in nevada

kristin: xDD

they're never gonna make it to the house

with no flashlights,

and very little idea of where they're going

no adult supervision

to an old abandoned house

marion: yep

kristin: and piper decides that

this is the perfect time to tell them the ghost story behind it

while all the shadows are moving and we're lost and we keep hearing these

*things

marion: whOOOoooOooOoO

it's a sppoooookKKKy hOuUUusuEE

kristin: lmaoo

marion: shut up, piper

xDD

kristin: totally make this up

there's a woman, right?

crazy, schizophrenic, who was put in the looney bin when she was twelve

she heard things, saw things, and the voices in her head ("the reincarnations of my past lives") are telling her to do crazy stuff.

at first, it just small stuff, right?

marion: yeah

like stealing and messing with people's heads and a little bit of arson

but then they start telling her to kill people. (Ooh, wait do you have triggers?)

marion: nah nah no triggers

interesting story tho

kristin: ok ok just making sure

at first, though, she doesn't listen, she's like that's not cool, i could go to jail, not to mention it's killing people

but then they get louder and they keep pressuring her. so she ends up doing it.

marion: this is actually a good fake-horror story

why thank you. at least i think it's fake. if it exists, then, wow what a coincidence.

eee

(okay, while Pipers telling this story Leo and Percy are like sneaking up behind Jason and Annabeth haha)

marion: ksjabdns whyyy perce leo nO

kristin: hAhA they're so evil >:}

so the grief becomes too much for this lady, right? at this point she's like...22, 23? i dunno. but she runs away. and she finds this house

and at the time, it is abandoned, but it's in much better shape than it is now. like, windows are intact, floors are mostly, etc.

marion: yeah yeah

and after a while she settles down enough to actually have kids. but there's a problem. the guy wasn't her husband or even her boyfriend. it was one night stand. and when he found out she was pregnant, he didn't want anything to do with it.

(i swear it's almost over hah)

marion: no no im invested

this is interesting

kristin: (okay, okay)

so he leaves. this, obviously, makes her mind. not to mention, she never wanted kids, and she's in no condition to take care of them.

*mad

so, when the baby is born and he looks like almost an exact replica of the father (besides the nose, the nose is hers) she drowns it. boom, taken care of, she thinks.

marion: i was about to make a very inappropiate joke about that please continue

xDD

ok ok

but then the voices get louder. and she swears every night when she goes to sleep, she can hear the baby crying in the next room.

marion: oh

oh this is most definitely a feasible horror

kristin: (:D if you have anything to add, by all means go ahead)

marion: no no im not ruining your story

kristin: you wouldn't but okay

and it the crying starts getting louder. and louder. and one night, she can't stand it.

she barges into the room where she used to keep the baby, and looks for it.

when she can't find it she goes crazy. ripping up floorboards, throwing things, smashing the windows.

just tearing everything apart.

marion: wow

kristin: yeah.

but, in her blind rage, she misses the window at the top of the house

she's still throwing things, but when she rips up one particular floorboard, she stumbles back

straight out the window

marion: ooH boi

kristin: "medics and etms said she died on impact. snapped her neck."

"but

legend has it that she still haunts the place, and every night, if you listen carefully, you can hear the baby crying,"

(cue leo and percy scaring the crap out of everyone (except piper because, ofc, she was watching them) and them hitting them)

marion: hA

kristin: >:}

after they settle their nerves annabeth scoffs, "pipes, please, that's so stereotypical for a ghost story. i mean, come on 'she still haunts it'. really?"

Piper shrugs, "believe it or not. it's true. mrs. o'leary, the lady who lives across the street from the house, says that she was there that night

she saw it all"

marion: mrs.oleary

mrs.oleary

kristin: olejbhfdieskjmad

marion: he

hehe

mrs. o ' leary

kristin: hehe

franks like, "mrs. o'leary. really?

she's like 116 years old and off her rockers, there's no way she's a trustworthy source,"

Piper shrugs and skips ahead, "Whatever"

so, basically, they get there right?

to the haunted house.

and at first none of them want to go in

they're scared cats

(even piper, though she won't admit it)

they have o play nose touch to see who goes in first

percy loses

marion: hA have fun perce

kristin: xD

so, he creeps in there right? and at first he's just "okay, creepy haunted house, with a tale of an insane ghost lady, what could go wrong?"

marin: many things

including falling through the rotting floorboards

have fun, percy, in a building thats not even remotely up to code

kristin: "shut up, brain,"

he mutters

marion: oof

kristin: xD

"You know, i don't think it's normal to talk to yourself,"

he hears behind him

"Oh, sh-WHo are you?!"

marion: oOoOhhhHHHH SHHHHHH- uuhHHHH hIIIIi

kristin: xDD

marion: *awkward voice crack*

kristin: hAHAah

oh, the joys of eighth grade

marion: lol yeah

kristin: he yells loud enough for the others to come rushing in (problem is, the voice is hiding in the shadows- they don't see anyone)

(which is, mildly concerning. to put the least)

marion: well.

kristin: haha

"Percy...are you-are you okay?"

marion: yes i AM fiIIINnnNNE i just heard someone talk and it was noT YOU AND NOW I DON'T KNOW WHO'S IN HERE WITH ME

kristin: "Percy, what?!"

because really

he's just muttering incompressible things

marion: ooh boi

yeah that's probably creeping out the others

kristin: lmao xDD

marion: just muttering and he's unresponsive

kristin: while waving his (dead) flashlight around, as if it'll help

marion: yeah he's insane

kristin: oh, yeah, definitely

marion: they probably think piper set him up for this

kristin: oh, yeah

marion: like piper tell him to stop it

kristin: come on it's not funny

marion: but he just keeps muttering

kristin: pipes like, "i didn't- i mean, this wasn't-"

marion: and everyone is very concerned

they hear a loud thump

coming from the top floor

marion: !

kristin: the room that the baby supposedly stayed in

marion: oh HECK NO

kristin: They all scream and freeze, holding their breathes

(breaths? breaves?)

marion: breath

kristin: xD okay

"what was that," hazel whispers

thump

marion: did percy stop

kristin: no. absolutely not. it got worse.

marion: oh

kristin: thump

*incromphernsible muttering*

(or whatever, you know how to spell it)

"Percy, stop it!"

Leo's like, "maybe he's posessed?"

thump

they're still whispering

"leo, shut up, he is not possesed. Percy!"

thump

he stops

"we have to get out of here, pipes, this was a horrible idea, why would-," but the door won't open

"annabeth, that's not funny, open the door,"

marion: uh oh

wait is everyone in the house

or just percy

kristin: everyone, now

they came in when he yelled

would you rather just percy?

that could be interesting

marion: nah it's your story just checkin

actually that kind of would

wait but

kristin: yeah, ik right?

i need your help

marion: im indecisive

kristin: me too

hold on lemme do a pros/cons

ohOHOHOH

okay, just percy, i just

major plottwist

ooooh

okay okay

marion: ?

kristin: (haha you'll have to find out)

so instead of the seven barging in when he yelled, they just walked up to the door.

so they were basically on the front porch while he was in the house

marion: he is the sacrifice

kristin: (okay, wait, no but kinda)

welcome to our satanic rituals

marion: sacrifice percy bc he lost, no way they're bailing him out

kristin: xD

so the door slams shut.

and locks.

marion :OH HECKITY HECK

kristin: hA. yes

percy can hear them, frantic, on the other side

"annabeth open the door it's not funny."

he can almost hear her glare, "You really think i'd be holding it shut?"

marion: heckity heckity trapped alone in a house with 6 people available for consultance but no actual assistance

kristin: ...

yeah basically

>:}

"Percy are you holding on to the doorknob? you have to let go,"

marion: welp

"No, i'm not," and he's like on the verge of panic.

he hears a chuckle behind him, and that sets him off again

marion: 😬

huh

kristin: xD

marion: nvm continue

kristin: haha...okay

so (where was i?)

(right)

so, he turns around and he manages to ask, "who are you? what do you want? let me out, i'll leave you alone, whatever please,"

marion: apiejfkmed percyyyyyy

kristin: (sorry got distracted)

his friends are on the other side of the door, "Percy!! What's going on?! are you okay?? open the door!"

they're

marion: and he's

kristin: (that's so much fun)

(mega panic) also the person (?) behind him is still chuckling

so they go quiet long enough to listen

"I'm surprised you guys actually came here,"

"Braver or stupidity i can't decide,"

"but still," the figure shrugs, "kudos to you"

marion: casual conversation while percy is about to die from adrenaline

kristin: xD

he's trembling and just barely holding it together

"so hows the weather?"

marion: *yet another awkward voice crack*

kristin: hA

(for purposes, canon ages are completely wrong. the figure is like 18)

marion: k

kristin: sorry im stuck

hmm...

okay so for the moment, percy's adhd starts acting up (bc i need an excuse to think)

and he takes a good look around

it's a two story house, though how usable the second story actually is, he's not sure

the stairs looked like something out of a haunted house picture (which, he figured, fit) with almost every other step missing. you didn't even have to walk on them to know that they creaked.

marion: ooh

a dirty rug with an old, faded flower print lay center of the stairs, starting at the front door, and leading all the way up and continuing into each of the rooms

old, musty furniture was scattered, all of them broken. they had holes from cigarettes in them, dirt, stains, rips.

there were random holes throughout the floor of the house, almost like someone was trying to walk, but their foot fell through.

the structure was sagging, the wood molding, the paint chipping, and the nails and metal rusted

the house looked like it wanted to collapse in on itself.

marion: ooh descriptive

kristin: ...

sorry i got carried away

marion: nah its good

kristin: okay

im still stuck, though.

oop-

got it

after his, awkward, voice crack, the figure chuckles

"you know," he's slowly walking up the stairs, "i can speak to dead people,"

(okay, at this point i can't tell if he's messing with him or he's being serious, i'll be just as surprised as you)

percy freezes.

okay, under normal circunstances, when he's not in a haunted houses with a creepy guy that could easily kill him, he wouldn't have believed him

but these, obviously, aren't normal circumstances.

because, beside the fact that he claims to be able to talk to ghosts, the baby is still crying in the other room

marion: *gulp*

yeah. (i still have no idea where i'm taking this, sorry)

marion: nah it's fine

kristin: (okay, cool)

(ugh, okay)

(so)

Right, so the guy's still slowly walking up the steps and the babies crying gets louder and percy's still trying to keep it together, except he said that he could talk to ghosts

marion: hnGHhhh paniKKKK

kristin: that pushes him over the edge and he whips around and starts banging on the front door, "Guys! GUys!! OPEN THE DOOR!"

and they start reciprocating his actions, "PERCY!! WHAT'S GOIN ON? COME ON!"

marion: OOOOHHHH HECK NOOOO LET ME oUT let LET ME OUT

kristin: he can hear hazel crying and everyones freaking out and the figure is still just standing there

watching him

"Calm down, you know, if you hit the door too hard, this whole place'll come down,"

Percy freezes for what feels like the hundredth time that day

his friends stop too after a moment

marion: wonder if they think he's dead

kristin: ...

yes.

definitely.

especially because when annabeth whispiers, "percy, are you okay,", he doesn't answer

marion: *silence*

welp he's dead pack it up let's go

kristin: xDD

leo, no, shut up, this is serious

i know. i am being serious

The guys chuckles, again.

"Your friends think you're dead."

percy just blinks at him, blankly

marion: .-.

kristin: (sorry, i'm multitasking)

he waves a hand in front of his face, "helloooo?" before shrugging and continuing when he doesn't get a response

marion: oof

"Anyways, like I was saying. There's a baby that used to live here. an old woman, too, but I didn't like her very much,"

"wha-what do you mean

that was like sixty years ago, you're not that old,"

he shrugs, "maybe not. but, like i said, i can talk to them,"

marion: ahah thats uh a neat thing to do

"Did you talk to that baby?" percy finally asks, figuring that maybe if he can stall him, or if he ends up being interesting, he'll let him go

but the guy freezes

"You can hear the baby, too?"

marion: :0

kristin: >:}

marion: :O.

kristin: >:}}

hehe

marion: i am sho o k

kristin: percy frowns, "Uh..yeah?"

the guy leans forward, and percy finally gets a good look at him.

he's pale, with and olive complexion and black hair, wearing an aviator jacket

marion: nicoooooo

kristin: heh.

hehe.

Percy takes an instinctive step back.

after a moment, the guy speaks again

"Ask your friends if they can hear the baby,"

Percys blinks at him, "Uh-what?"

"You heard me. ask them,"

marion: well.

kristin: percy doesn't want to because he's got a bad feeling in his stomach, but at the same time he doesn't know if this guy will kill him or something.

He bangs on the door

"GUYS! GUYS!"

they start baning again, too

"STOP! GUYs, stop"

They slow down, "Percy? What's wrong?"

He swallows

"Can you guys uh- do you guys hear the baby,"

there's a moment of silence

"What?"

"The baby."

"LIke the one from the story?"

marion: -._-. no....

kristin: "yeah"

"percy, of course not. that's not funny. get out of there. "

marion: and they're not takin him seriously clap clap good job great friends wow

also nico what the heck

kristin: 👏👏

good friend squad

also nico. yeah, man. what the heck?

they keep banging, but he can't hear because his ears are ringing- why didn't they hear the baby?

marion: ah, great, now not only do his friends think he's insane now he thinks he's insane

kristin: xD

yeah, exactly, cause that's the way to go :)

"See? Nobody can hear the crying baby. Except me. But I'm certifiably crazy,"

Percy's eyes widen, and his jaw drops

the guy laughs, "I'm just kidding,"

marion: .0.

"Chill, kid,"

"Look, my name's Nico, what's yours?"

Percy doesn't want to answer

Percy definitely doesn't want to answer

"Percy,"

and he wishes he could shoot his mouth

marion: iuwgbjkeacxs

kristin: (i can't tell you how many times i've had that thought)

marion: hA

kristin: "Welp," he says turning around, "I'm going upstairs,"

"Wait- upstairs?"

He gives him a look, "Uh- yeah. upstairs."

"But that's where the lady died, and my friends, and the doors locked and I can't leave-"

"Kid. That ain't my problem"

(also, nico calling percy kid)

marion: hA hA

kristin: kiddo

marion: k i d d o o o o

kristin: kidooo

*ahem*

anyways

Percy watches him walk up the stairs and turn to the first bedroom

he goes back to banging and screaming on the door

he does it till his and his friends voices are raw, and it feels like he's never getting out of there. so he follows him.

marion: aw poor perce

i feel bad for him

kristin: :( i hope so. that was the point. i love causing these characters p a i n.

which, in hindsight, probably wasn't a good idea. this guy is like four years older than him, super creepy, seemingly lives in the abandoned house, and claims to talk to ghost. but whatever. what else was he going to do

(plus, that baby was getting really annoying)

marion: yeah true

so he walks up the stairs. slowly, carefully, for some reason not wanting to be heard, but also not wanting to fall through the staircase and die.

when he gets into the room, there's nobody there. which is weird, seeing as this guy never walked back out into the hall, and there's no other way to escape- other than window.

the room is empty. it's a plain white room, with brown hardwood floor, and nothing except a yellow crib slowly rocking in the middle of the room

marion: oof-

the child

kristin: Percy doesn't want to walk up to the crib- so why are his legs moving?- and his heart is pounding in his hears, he's forgotten about Nico and his friends because all he can focus on is the baby in the crib.

marion: ._.

this is

inexplicably captivating

kristin: :o

thanks

He's forgotten how many steps he's taken, but he guesses he's about three away from standing in front of the live, screaming, not dead baby, and he just wants to turn around.

his brain has other ideas.

his hands shake as they rest on the cribs railing, and he peers over the edge.

the baby doesn't stop crying. he thinks he can hear is friends screaming, but he's not sure. he has no idea what to do. this baby- it doesn't seem dead. and he knows that, logically, there's no such thing as ghosts. that if this baby is left, it's not going to magically disappear, and it's going to starve.

but none of this is logical.

He picks up the baby, and it doesn't float through his hands, it doesn't do anything except stop crying.

(no. im stuck again)

marion: Maybe?? nico can’t get the baby to stop screaming?

kristin: OH! NO, NO that’s good! This is why you write.

so He picks up the screaming baby

and he feels Nico walk up behind him. Where he came from, he's got no idea, considering the fact that he just sort of disappeared before.

Percy is internally freaking out. Screaming on the inside- im in this haunted house and im holding a *dead* baby and theres a weird guy behind me and the baby won't shut up and-

the baby shuts up

Just sort of...stops.

which, doesn't help Percy's freak out, how does he know the baby isn't dead now?

He hears Nico gasp behind him.

He turns round to face him

marion: :0

kristin: (hehe)

"what?" he asks, voice shaking [cue another voicecrack]

marion: nico is just utterly lost like what the heck this impish teen comes in and manages to shut up the bawling baby

kristin: xDD

Percy's pretty sure he won't be able to freak out anymore or else he will die.

physically and mentally.

marion: just die

kristin: hA

"What??" he repeats, louder, when Nico doesn't answer.

Nico stares at him, eyes wide, pointing at the baby, "the-th- bab"

"I can't understand you!"

"That baby has been crying for years"

"since before I got here, according to the ghosts. nobody has been able to make it stop,"

No. That's not right. there's no way, right? he was just a kid, and he was just trying to mess around with his friends- his friends.

He puts the window down and runs to the baby

no.

that's not right.

he puts the baby down and runs to the window

it's the same window that the lady- he never did find out her name- died from.

the realization hits him like a ton of bricks.

marion: :|.

this is intense

i n t e n s e

kristin: he bangs on the window, trying to get their attention.

marion: OH NO DON'T FALL OUT DON'T FALL OUT

kristin: ...

He bangs harder. screams even though he knows they won't be able to hear him. screams even though his voice his raw. screams even though when he does, the baby does, and nico is still in the room, watching him.

Why can't they hear him??

marion: the others are just getting progressively more concerned with each minute he doesnt come out

kristin: "should we go in there"

"What are you stupid?? we already tried that"

marion: "maybe we could break the door down"

(hopefully it

's one of those thick old doors so they don't try that)

kristin: (ha. yeah. so they don't try that )

marion: "did he have his phone?"

kristin: "i dont know but i can't get good service here"

"well, how many bars?'

"like a quarter of one"

"You really think we can break down this door? Have you looked at it"

"Battering ram stlye"

marion: "no, you'll crack your skull"

kristin: "not like that, doofus. here," annabeth pulls over the end of tree trunk, "we'll do it all together"

(OOOOOH I JUSTOOOH I HAVE AN IDEA)

marion: :0

ooh boi they're actually going to slam the door in

kristin: They all grab the trunk, and back away from the door.

Then, all together, they ran at it.

It doesn't work.

"I knew it wouldn't"

"Come on!! Perce is in there! Try it again!"

they do

again.

and again.

until finally- BAM!

The door splits down the middle, splinters and pieces of wood flying everywhere.

"HAH! It Worked!" Piper yells, dropping the trunk and running in

the others follow her lead.

---

"Why can't they hear me??" Percy asks nico, near hysteria

Nico rolls his eyes, "you're like a hundred feet above the entrance, why do you think,"

Percy whips around and growls at him, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't gone and screwed everything up, I wouldn't be here!"

"MY fault?! I didn't make you come here! I didn't force you to open the door and walk in! This is all on you, kid, don't push your problems onto other people just because you don't like them," He stormed off

marion: welp

kristin: (heh) the only thing that seemed like a good idea to Percy rn was to sit down and cry until some miracle happened and he was saved. but he kept going. he walked back to the window, took a deep breath and hit, full force, with his whole body

marion: OH mY GoodnESS HE FLUNG HIMSELF OUT THE FRICKIN WINDOW

kristin: oh my god i can't breathe

that was not the reaction i was expecting lmao

hoo

But, yeah, basically.

Just in time, too, because his friends burst through the bedroom door at that moment

"Perc-"

"PERCY!!"

they stared at the broken window, stunned

marion: everyone involved is traumatized

kristin: very.

marion: what do they do

kristin: (i don't lol i haven't gotten that far)

"maybe he's okay?" annabeth whispers

marion: would they look out the window or just leave the house and go help him

kristin: they'd look out the window for a good three minutes before it actually hit them what just happened. and then they'd go try and help him.

marion: i need answers is percy ok

is he ok

kristin: hA

marion: is the boi ok

I-

kristin: he's dead

like at first he was alive

marion: NOSNWPDNSALMKZ

kristin: you know they called the ambulance everythings going to be okay, percy, stay with us

marion: I NEED TO GO CRY IN A CORNER

kristin: and when they got there (to the hospital)

the doctors were pretty much hanging on by a thread, because they knew that he wasn't going to make it

but there was also 6 other kids there and who knows how many adults so they kept trying

they did cpr for twenty minutes before pronouncing him dead

marion: i...

kristin: but if it makes you feel better

they buried him next to the ocean

and left flowers there everyday

and made sure that the headstone was blue

even nico visited it

marion: i cant deal with this

kristin: im sorry

it's just the way the world works

marion: give me a minute i need to go cry

kristin: circle of life

marion: HE FLUNG HIMSELF OUT OF AWINDOW

kristin: (HAHAHAHHA)

i know what'll help you feel better

marion: what

kristin: sally nearly died from the grief

cried everyday

marion: THAT ISN'T HELPING KRISTIN

kristin: HAHAHHAHA

marion: K R I S T I N

kristin: HAH

YES?

marion: I C A N T D E A L W I T H T H I S

kristin: remember the lion king?

c i r c l e o f l i f e

it's okay

marion: h e

h i m s e l f

o u t

o f

kristin: sometimes it happens

i don't know what to tell you

marion: i cant deal with this

i cannot

i cannot recover from this

this has permanently scarred me

kristin: at least his dad didn't go to his headstone every day and leave blue flowers, and at least the rest of the six didn't break up as a group, and at least sally and paul ate and slept like regular people

at least

marion: YOU'RE LYING

kristin: ...

Yeah. yeah, i am

not about the death, though. just the last paragraph

marion: *sob* i cant do this

cannot do this

i cannot do this

i cant take this

kristin: he's only dead, calm down

marion: EXACTLY, HE'S DEAD

kristin: At least his spirit didn't haunt the house forever

marion: no way

you're lying

please

please please

kristin: at least when Nico talked to him, he wasn't taking care of the baby

at least he knew he was dead

marion: no

i cant

please

kristin: at least he didn't believe he was still alive

marion: i cannot do this

im going to start crying

i cant do this

kristin: at least when nico tried to tell him, he didn't start crying and plugging his ears

marion: goodness no...

i cant

i need to leave

kristin: hehe

marion: i need to curl up in a blanket and cry

kristin: at least twenty years later, the exact same thing didn't happen to another kid his age and his seven other friends

marion: NO.

NO.

IF IT IS ESTELLE

I WILL THROW SOMETHING

CANNOT

DEAL

WITH

kristin: circle of life

marion: THIS

kristin: dunno what to tell you

at least after her, sally didn't break down completely

right?

marion: IT WAS ESTELLE WASN'T IT

oh goodness i can see it

kristin: circle of life

i can see it

i dont like it

sally probably is super insistent on her going nowhere close

and then

kristin: they buried her next to her brother, and painted her headstone purple

marion: she thinks it's bc of the 'ghosts'

kristin: two bouquets of flowers

one purple one blue

next to each other

for years

marion: NO NO NON noneoaizdnskOPNSD

kristin: circle

life

im going to make this into a one-shot

marion: i cant do this

kristinkrisitn

kisrin

krisj

KEKSDIK

kristin: hahahahhaha

#pjo #hoo #percy jackson #au??#ish #haunted house au #ghosties #nico di angelo #the seven #estelle blofis

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jwywrld · 4 years

Text

voicemail

genre: fluff & slight angst

pairing: jung wooyoung (ateez) x fem reader

word count: 1900+ words

warnings: mention of loss of loved ones

summary: you don’t like phone calls but your history partner, wooyoung, insists on calling you for your project. frankly, he just wants to hear your voice.

a/n: hii i’m rly new to writing and this is my first post :) i’m rly nervous shdjs hope you like it! if i made any typos or errors i’m so sorry (also the title sucks im so sorry i really didn’t know what to name it)

ring! ring!

with a roll of your eyes, you pick up your phone. “ugh who is it. don’t they know i hate phone calls?” looking at the caller id, you saw that it was your history partner, wooyoung.

“hey! i heard we’re paired together for the history project!” a black haired boy chirped, bouncing up to you. “yeah.” you replied with a sigh. it was wooyoung, the nicest and most cheerful boy in your class. he seemed nice but you thought it was all an act. how could anyone be so nice to everyone all the time? it’s probably just to gain popularity. he was kinda cute though you had to admit. “great! just give me your number so we can work on it together.” he smiled, handing you his phone. after you keyed in your phone number, you turned and left, asking him to text you when he wanted to work on the project.

feeling your phone vibrate in your hand, you looked at it, seeing it was a text from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: hi! is this y/n?

y/n: who are you?

Unknown Number: it’s wooyoung, your history partner

y/n: oh

wooyoung my history partner: can we start on the history project now? i wanna start on it earlier so we don’t have to rush it

y/n: can we start tomorrow

kinda tired now

wooyoung my history partner: sure! :)

“hello?”

“hi y/n!”

“why did you call me?”

“um.. because we have to work on the project?”

“wow didn’t know that. i meant why did you have to call me. can’t we just text?”

“calling is waaaayyy easier though!”

“i don’t like phone calls.”

“wha—”

you hung up.

about 3 seconds later, you got a text from wooyoung.

wooyoung my history partner: HEY!! why’d u do that! >:0

y/n: i told you. i don’t like phone calls. can’t we discuss over text?

wooyoung my history partner: No.

y/n: ugh

fine.

wooyoung my history partner: :D

immediately after, you heard your phone ring again. you sighed and picked it up.

“so... we have to choose between the mexican-american war or the cold war right?” you asked.

the two of you talked about the project for about an hour, researching and sharing the information you had found with each other, then collating it. in between, you guys made small talk and he told you a few jokes, causing you to let out small chuckles.

“ok that’s it for today. i still have work to do.” you said, your brain not being able to take any more history.

“ok bye—”

that wasn’t that bad! maybe phone calls weren’t as bad as you thought they were.

about 3 days later, you were practising some math questions. however, no matter how many times you tried it, you just couldn’t understand it. you decided to move on to the next question, only to find out that you were stuck as wel. frustrated, you felt the wet hot tears build up in your eyes. why do i have to be so dumb? why can’t i understand it right away? to make it worse, your exams were in two weeks and you had so much to catch up on. sitting at your table, you sobbed, the tears streaming down your cheeks uncontrollably.

feeling your phone vibrate furiously on the table, you saw that wooyoung was calling you. you declined it, wiping the tears away from your face.

wooyoung my history partner: why did you decline my call :((

y/n: do we really have to call???

wooyoung my history partner: i don’t understand! why do you hate calling people so much?

“y/n, your dad and i are going to be staying in New Zealand for a while to take care of gramps. i know you’re only 16 and it’ll be hard to be living alone but we’ll try to be back as soon as possible. we promise.”

“mom... why do i have to be left alone here?”

“sweetie.. we don’t have a choice.. gramps is really sick and needs someone to take care of him. i promise we’ll be back as soon as we can.”

those were the last words you had heard from your parents before they had gotten into a serious car accident right afteryour grandpa had passed. you had prayed for them to be okay for days, but to no avail. they had passed, leaving you, a 16 year old girl to fend for herself. after that incident, phone calls only reminded you of the day when the nurse had called you, informing you that your parents didn’t make it. it was one of the hardest years of your life, having to cope with the loss of your parents, grandpa and also having to get used to being alone. it had been 2 years and your aunt had been paying for the bills, insisting that you only repay her in the future when you had a stable job and income.

y/n: idk

wooyoung my history partner: wtv i’m still calling you idc

accepting defeat, you picked up the call, trying to calm your shaky voice.

“hi.” you said softly, your voice quivering.

“y/n? are you okay?” the concern in his voice genuine.

how did he pick that up from one word???

“yeah i’m fine. let’s just do this.” you sniffed.

“i’m not stupid y/n. but if you don’t wanna talk about it that’s okay.”

“thank you.” you croaked.

you let him do most of the talking while you typed down the points. after the discussion, you completely broke down again. not only because of stress but also because wooyoung’s question had reminded you of your parents.

“mom... dad... why did you have to go... i miss you so much. when can ever be happy again?”

after a week of calling wooyoung on the phone and discussing, you realised that you actually enjoyed talking to him. you also learned some things about him like how he was afraid of bugs and loved puppies. you also heard him talk about his younger brother and how much he missed him while he was staying at the dorms in school.

wooyoung my history partner: helloooo do you wanna meet tmr after school at the library to do the board

y/n: ok

wooyoung my history partner: can you bring the board & markers? i’ll bring paper & glue.

y/n: ok

wooyoung my history partner: ugh you’re such a dry texter

y/n: what did you expect me to reply to that???

wooyoung my history partner: ...

idk

y/n: exactly.

wooyoung my history partner: ok wtv see you tomorrow!!! :))

y/n: c u 2

why did you feel so nervous at the thought of meeting him tomorrow?

“hey woo” it was a nickname you had given him in the past week, thinking it was short and cute.

“hey y/n! did you bring the stuff?”

“yup”

“ok great”

you worked side by side, writing down the different notes and points, blushing when your hands accidentally brushed and mumbling a small ‘sorry’.

after two hours, your board was finally done!

“all that’s left to do is present”

“ugh that’s the WORST part”

“come onn y/n you know it’s graded! so let’s just do it properly”

a day later, before you called to practise your presentation. a thougut you had been pushing back popped into your head.

what happens to us after this project? i still want to stay friends. will he just pretend like nothing happened?

worry creeped in at the thought of being alone again without having anyone to talk to, even if the two of you did not talk much in school. however, others had noticed him occasionally staring at you during classes or breaks.

halfway through practising the presentation, curiosity and fear kicked in and you couldn’t help but blurt out

“woo what’ll happen to us after.. you know.. this?”

“what do you mean?”

“are we still gonna be.. friends?”

“why shouldn’t we be???”

“i don’t know.. i just thought.. maybe you wouldn’t have a reason to hang out with me anymore..”

“what?? you’re crazy. of course we can still be friends!! anyway let’s drop this subject and continue from where we left off.”

after hearing his words, you felt assured and relaxed. when another question popped into your head.

“woo? why do you like calling me so much?”

“i just... it’s just... weren’t we talking about the first phase of the cold war?” he cleared his throat.

“wooooooo~ you didn’t answer my question” you whined.

“how about we just focus on the project y/n?”

about half a year passed and you and wooyoung had soon become best friends. you facetimed each other everyday, talking about how your day went or ranting about the annoying teachers and classmates. you had told him about your parents, explaining why you were awkward and dry with people

what he didn’t know was that you had quickly developed feelings for him, but hiding it because you were scared of how he would react and afraid that you might lose your relationship with him.

it was one of the rare occasions when you were at his dorm, seated beside each other on the purple velvet sofa, just enjoying each other’s company while watching a movie.

“woo, remember when i asked you that question like. a while ago?”

“what question”

“why did you like calling me so much?”

“well... i... i... i guess i just had to do the history project with you?”

“we both know we could have just made a google document... so... why? i’m honestly soooo curious so just tell meeeeeee”

“fine. ijustlikedhearingyourvoiceiguess” he replied, cheeks turning pink.

“... you what”

“i just.. wanted to hear your voice you know?”

“oh”

“anyway y/n. what i’m trying to say is. i like you. a lot. i- i was scared to say this to you because i don’t want to lose our friendship but.. i don’t think i can keep this in anymore. i like you, y/n.”

gasping at his sudden confession and not knowing how to react, you just stared at him with wide eyes.

“ah shit i’ve screwed this up. i’m sorry y/n just. please ignore what i said.” he bit his lip.

“i... i- may or may not like you too?” you managed to squeak out, cheeks rosy.

suddenly, you felt a pair of lips on yours, eyes widening at his sudden movement. it was a short but sweet kiss, causing you to turn even redder than you already were.

“oh god y/n you don’t know how worried i’ve been about this. i’m so glad that you.. feel the same away about me!” he babbled.

“i..i’m afraid though, woo. what if... what if i lose you too? like i lost my parents.” your voice started to shake and tears welled up in your eyes at the thought of that.

he cupped your face in his hand, wiping your tears with his thumb.

“hey.. don’t say that alright? i’m here. i’m right here. i’m not leaving you.”

he pulled you in for a hug while you cried into his chest, letting the tears run. he held you in his arms until you stopped crying.

“how ‘bout i take you out on a date this saturday hm? how’s that sound?” he said, lifting your chin up so you would meet his eyes.

“great!” you smiled softly, melting into his gaze.

the next two hours were just spent cuddling, your head pressed against his chest, breathing in his scent while your legs were tangled up and he played with your hair and left little kisses on your head. it was the first time in a long time you had felt so happy, heart fluttering and exploding because you knew, finally, you weren’t alone anymore. wooyoung was here. and that was all that mattered.

#ateez fluff #ateez wooyoung #ateez au #ateez x reader #ateez #jung wooyoung #ateez soft hours #kpop #kpop au #kpop fluff #wooyoung #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung au #wooyoung x reader #kpop x reader #fluff

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thisisthehardestthing · 4 years

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Self Indulgent Shipping

➤ rules; make headcanons of you and one character of your choice, be it sfw or nsfw.

Thanks for tagging me @spicyness!! I have never written a HC before so I guess it makes sense for my first one to be self-indulgent and about me? LMAO

Tanaka is my ride or die in Haikyuu.

NSFW under the cut because I’m a hoe

Claudia x Tanaka HC’s

The second I saw Tanaka, I knew we would end up together. Once I set my sights on something, I go after it whole heartedly and if Tanaka is that something, then I’m sorry. He’ll end up being mine.

The traits that attracted me to Tanaka is his headstrong personality, loud mouth, jokes and underlying kindness to everything he does. Hinata pukes on him? Doesn’t get mad. Somebody looks at someone in his team or him funny? They got another thing coming. There’s always an encouraging word from him.

I’m a very active person, so Tanaka would often see me around training and helping out with pep rallies and any school tournaments. In high school, I was Sports Captain and I have no doubt I would be a Sports Prefect/Captain at Kurasano too (okay Claudia, a bit ahead of yourself there but wtv this is fiction). My drive and passion to win games and tournaments would be what attracts Tanaka to me, especially because I’m not shy at rooting for Kurasano whenever I’m spectating.

His passion and strength during the volleyball games that I would watch from time to time really stood out to me and I would always leave a match remembering him.

Soon, I would attend enough matches that I’d eventually ask him out instead of the other way around. He would be so shocked that he’d accept and next thing you know, we’re literally talking to each other all the time outside of classes and training and when he’s not with the boys.

His sister and I would get along PERFECTLY. I can’t explain why, but we would.

He would not be a good kisser the first time we make out. He’d be too overeager, and contrary to his flirtatious advances, quite inexperienced.

But it’s fine though, I’m a good teacher and he’s willing to practice. A lot.

I am a very, very touchy person, and Tanaka does not mind that one bit.

I’ll always offer to help him shave his head when it’s getting too long, and he loves the way I massage my fingers over the stubble, as well as down his neck and back (and ass) ;)

We’re both very stubborn so the few fights would be quite intense, but I’m quick to find compromises and solutions so we’d never end a day mad at each other. Going to sleep angry is a firm no-no from me and we’d always talk things out.

We would be a bad ass power couple in the school. As third years, we’d be protective of our peers and always be the duo people would turn to be their hype team and beat someone up.

Loyalty means a lot to both of us, so when we were out of high school, entering college or the workforce, we stayed together because this was it for us, and we realized that pretty soon after getting together.

NSFW

i have to add these in because not only am I an over-indulgent, sensual Taurus sun, but I’m also an extremely sexed-up, passionate Scorpio moon and Tanaka just gets me HOT lmao

Tanaka and I would be going at it at all times.

He’s especially ready when I find out he just loves to be called Senpai, and would whisper it to him in passing in between classes or after games. Never during training or before/during games because I understand how focused he needs to be to win.

I did it to him once before a game, it was the roughest sex of our lives and he edged me near to the point of breaking, so I understood not to do it again (but damn would I want to).

With me being prone to touching him unconsciously, there’s constantly a static between us where we can’t wait to get home together and just indulge in each other’s bodies.

You can’t tell me Tanaka’s testosterone level is average. That man is overflowing with energy and always wants to prove himself. I wanted him from the moment he ripped his shirt off in a game after a spike. That’s when I knew I found someone who would be able to match my sexual appetite.

Our favorite positions would be legs over his shoulders because he likes to watch my face and grab my boobs or doggy because he’s a wing spiker and sometimes he just needs to spank that ass as he hits it from the back.

He’s also a little freaky like me, but he wouldn’t be the one to suggest exploring kinks and he’s grateful that I’m not shy to bring it up. We’d have quite a bit of fun being adventurous.

We’d mostly do a bit of roleplaying, especially once we graduate college and I pretend he’s my ‘upperclassmen’

I am tagging you! @whats-her-quirk, @joyousandverywarlike, @present-mel ! I don’t know a lot of people that watch Haikyuu on tumblr so if you want to do this, GO AHEAD AND TAG ME! I want to read it all!

#haikyuu #tag games #i had so much fun #haikyuu hc #tanaka #thank you ness #not bnha #head canons #haikyuu headcanons #hq hc #tanaka hc

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utopianvoices · 5 years

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bittersweet | k.seungmin

↭ genre: barista au; fluff

↭ word count: 4.24k

↭ description: Your blind date went to the depths of shit, but was that an entirely bad thing?

↭ a/n: finally a seungmin fic aksdj i always feel some kind of guilt when i don’t see fics under certain members :( it’s also not proofread oops hehe hope y’all like it!! x

↭ warnings: explicit language

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“Come on, Y/n. Just one date?” your best friend pestered you. “You haven’t been out in that field for months and don’t you think it’s time to move on from Mr. Dickhead?”

“This is the fifth time you’re asking me this week, and my answer is still no, Minho,” you said calmly, letting out a sigh once again, shaking your head. “You’re making me sigh so much, I’m going to grow older faster.”

Truth be told, you were heartbroken.

It was your first-ever relationship, lasting for about a year and a half when suddenly, said boyfriend wasn’t giving you as much attention and love as before. No calls, no texts, fewer meetups, and more avoidance.

It had started about a year into your relationship — which you thought to be the happiest time of your relationship, seeing that you had reached the first milestone. But fate had different plans.

Initially, you just made excuses for him, blaming it on practices (he was on the school’s basketball team), convincing yourself that he couldn’t hang out with you because he was too tired after practice. But once off-seasons hit, you were left with no other reason to hold on to your relationship. The truth was glaring in your face, and yet you still decided to put on your pair of ignorant sunglasses and carry on as if nothing was wrong.

The first hit was when you saw him out at a restaurant with his teammates, after telling you that he was not able to hang out with you because he was down with a really bad flu and had to stay in bed.

It was like the whole universe was trying to convince you to let him go, that he was definitely not worth your time and energy.

You still didn’t let go.

Years of watching clichéd and unrealistic rom-coms had started to take its toll on the rational part of your brain, the part that was screaming the very obvious and correct answer at you, every time you saw him. You wished you had listened to that part of you, because a few days later, you saw him show up to school with another girl, arms around her waist, looking the happiest he has ever looked.

Your eyes met from across the hallway, one pair reflecting hurt and the other nonchalance. He felt zero remorse for what he had done, and that was what hurt the most.

"Am I bad in relationships?” you asked out of the blue, surprising the boy beside you. “Am I going to be single for the rest of my life?”

“No, Y/n. You’re not bad. You just happened to fall for the wrong person. But trust me, when you find the right one, you’ll have a blast because that’s what you deserve,” Minho said firmly, sending you a slight smile at the end of his little speech.

“You know, you’re not that bad when you’re not acting like a sassy little bitch,” you say, blocking the pillow that came flying towards not a second later, soft chuckles escaping your mouth. “But really, thanks Minho. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Die alone.”

“And, he’s back,” you say, rolling your eyes at your intolerable best friend. “So... Um, what were you saying about that date?”

And as those words leave your mouth, you get the shock of your life, because you have never seen your best friend get that excited.

✼ •• ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ •• ✼

Pushing the door to the little coffee shop near your campus, the little bell tinkles above your head, causing a series of “Welcome” to echo through your ears as the workers behind the cafe put on the brightest and fakest smile to make sure you believe that they’re having the time of their lives working long hours after school, and occasionally dealing with snobs just to make sure they’re able to afford basic necessities such as air, water, food, and shelter.

Walking up to the counter, you are served by a face you had never seen before, considering the fact that you were a regular and loyal customer. If your mind wasn’t occupied with pre-date jitters, you totally would’ve chosen the table at the far right — perfect view, and all — to admire the faces stressing out behind the counter.

“Hi! What can I get you today?” the boy speaks up, flashing you a smile that almost made you think he enjoyed serving you.

“I’ll get a vanilla latte, please,” you say, fishing around your bag for your wallet, as the boy in front of you entered your order into the machine. After considering it for a while, you decided to get something for your date as well. “Actually make that two vanilla lattes. And a chocolate chip muffin too.”

The boy nods, adding your extra orders in. “Can I get your name?” he asks, grabbing a marker, tip hovering over the plastic cup, as waited for an answer.

“Y/n.”

“Nice name,” he said with a smile, not looking up at you as he wrote it down. “Here for a first date?”

Taken aback by his straightforward behaviour, you look up, surprised that he had noticed. “Yea, how’d you notice?”

He moves over a few steps towards the coffee machine, as he starts prepping your drink, causing your feet to involuntarily shuffle towards the direction in which he was moving.

“Your body language kind of gave it away,” he started, speaking over the loud coffee machine. “Psych major, and all that. Why so nervous?”

Ah.

“It’s because I don’t even know the guy,” you said, and immediately realising how that sounded, frantically added more to your sentence. “I mean, it’s a blind date, of sorts. My best friend wouldn’t stop bugging me to go on a date because apparently, I need to move on from horribles ex’s.”

The boy in front of you nodded understandingly, finishing up your order during your little rant. You were not sure why you opened up to him —a complete stranger. But somehow it didn’t feel forced. On the contrary, it felt almost natural.

“Well, here’s your order Ms. Y/n, and I hope you have a great date!” he said, passing you the tray with your drinks and confectionary on it, nodding with a smile as he noticed you had tipped him quite generously. What? Anyone who listened to one of your rants deserved some kind of compensation.

Mhm, sure. Definitely not because he was cute or anything.

You rolled your eyes to yourself, ignoring the little voice that was whispering absurd but otherwise true things in your mind.

You walk over to the back of the cafe and whip out your phone, tapping on your frequently contacted list and drafting a message to the number at the top of that list.

you: whr is he cat boy: patience, little one. he said he’s reaching cat boy: you’re sitting at the back right? you: yea cat boy: he said he’s there. look for someone wearing red plaid. g’luck be urself cat boy: but not too much bcs u’ll scare him away you: gtfo cat boy: if he says anything stupid or is mean just sent me a text. he might be sung’s friend, but anyone who messes with my best friend answers to my hammer-like fists you: mjölnir is shaking in thor’s hands

Putting your phone away, you look up, and true enough, you see a rather dashing boy in red plaid, standing at the entrance and looking towards the back of the cafe in confusion. Unsure of what to do, you awkwardly raise your hand, in hopes that he would understand your pathetic attempts in trying to get him to notice you without attracting too much attention.

Soon enough the both of you made eye contact, a smile blooming on his face as he walked over towards you.

“Hi, I’m Hyungsik! Jisung’s friend,” he said, extending a hand out. “You must be Y/n.”

You reach over and shake his hand, returning his smile with your own, letting out a “yes” to his question.

“I got a drink for you!” you said, pushing one of the lattes towards him. “I didn’t know what you’d like so I just went with a safe option,”

“Oh no, I don’t drink coffee from here,” he said, pushing the cup back towards you. “The ingredients are cheap and low quality, my body just won’t be able to accept it.”

Thinking back to the days where you lived off of instant noodles because you just were too lazy to cook for yourself, or when you finished a whole tub of ice cream while watching a movie, you felt your face slowly heat up as you let out an awkward chuckle, hoping that he’d drop that topic.

“Actually I wouldn’t really have chosen this place — not really my scene. I usually go over to the cafe on Main Street,” he continued, adding more and more details about the exquisite dishes they serve there and the ingredients they use.

Just as you were starting to zone out (something that you should never be doing on a date), another question was thrown in your way.

“So, Y/n, what is your family like?”

“Uh, so I have my parents and no siblings. They live in-” you started, but got cut off almost right after.

“Mhm interesting. Do they own any companies or any own businesses?”

Now you were confused.

“No they don’t?” you answered, your answer sounding more like a question.

You noticed the slight fall of expression from his face, as he heard that you were not some rich spoiled brat who got plenty of money from her parents.

“I see. Because you know, my ex-girlfriend’s parents had this huge company? Really rich people, just like my parents,” he continued, once again falling into a whole ramble about how great his ex-girlfriend was or something like that; you weren’t listening.

Instead, you were hurriedly typing on your phone, as you just continued to smile and nod at something the boy in front of you was saying.

you: sos you: can you call me and start crying or smth you: i’m going to kill myself if i hear him talk about how his dog shits gold or wtv you: minhO CHECK UR PHONE ITS A LEVEL 9 EMERGENCY you: ugh you suck

Realising that your best friend wasn’t going to come to your rescue, you resorted to cutting the boy off with the lamest excuse you can think of.

“Hey, can you give me a moment? My hands are kind of dirty after eating the muffin,” you say, slowly getting up even before you could receive an answer.

“Um sure,” the boy in front of you said, looking slightly perturbed at the fact that someone could even afford to get their hands dirty. Not in his rich household.

Shooting him a final smile, you walk over to the small sink at the side of the cafe, gripping the sides of the sink as you regulate your breathing, unsure of how to get away from that not-so-amazing date you were having.

“Need help?”

Your head whipped up at the familiar voice, as the barista who made you your order stood beside you, tray in hand, as he looked upon you with concern. Who would blame him though — you looked like you were about to enter panic mode any moment.

“I-I, uh-” you stuttered, internally smacking yourself for not being able to form coherent sentences making you look more of an idiot than you already seemed like. But thankfully, someone was able to put two and two together.

“Bad date, huh?” he said, setting the tray down on the counter beside him and shooting you a sad smile.

You let out a breath of relief, somewhat happy that you didn’t have to explain yourself. “Yeah. I’m trying to think of ways to escape.”

“I’ve got an idea. Wanna hear it?”

“Colour me interested.”

Smiling at your response, the boy laid out his plans in front of you, making you both feel like you were in another episode of True Detective or something.

“When you go back there, just make small conversation for five minutes. My shift’s over, so I’ll come there and pretend to be your best friend, saying there’s some emergency. Once we convince him that someone’s dying, we’ll go out the back door and escape from there. Cool?”

“Totally cool.”

With an encouraging nod from the boy in front of you, you take a deep breath and walk towards the dreaded table at the back, as you see your date scrolling through his phone, impatient sighs escaping him every 10 seconds.

“I’m back!” you say, faking some enthusiasm as you finally take a seat. “Sorry, there was a problem with the... tap.”

Hearing your voice, Hyungsik set his phone down onto the table, smiling at your return. “Ah, you see, that’s the problem with these low-quality cafes. Nothing ever works right.”

And just like that, you both were back to your conversation about how he thought Gucci was better than Louis Vuitton. Not that you could relate, your go-to was definitely plain ol’ H&M.

As promised, four minutes later, you were met with a frantic looking boy, dressed in a dark blue denim jacket and a pair of black jeans.

“Hey Y/n! I’ve been trying to call your phone for the past half an hour! You’ve got to come with me now,” he said, hands flailing around frantically as you were trying to best to hold back the laugh that was threatening to spill out any moment.

“Hey....” you started, coming to a sudden halt as you realised something. You didn’t know this boy’s name. But you were not going to let that small setback hinder your whole plan.

“Hey... Bob! Long time no see,” you say, mentally facepalming yourself for thinking of the lamest name ever. “What’s up? Sorry, I’m just on a really amazing date right now that I couldn’t check my phone.”

Okay, maybe you were exaggerating a bit, but who cares? You had to milk out the best outcome possible from this little skit.

“Oh hi. I’m Bob, Y/n’s best friend. Sorry to cut your amazing date short, but I really gotta bring Y/n with me now. Her dog was just admitted to the hospital,” he said, not even sparing Hyungsik, who was now looking extremely confused, a glance.

“What? I better leave now. Sorry for cutting the date short, Hyungsik!” you said, quickly grabbing your things and leaving before your date figured out what was happening with your terrible acting.

“Yea... See you-” Hyungsik started, but was left alone before he could finish his sentence.

You sprint out the back door, as planned, with “Bob” leading the way, falling into a heap of laughter as you were sure the door was closed behind you.

“What kind of a name is Bob?! Seriously, Y/n?” the boy asked, trying to catch his own breath after the laughing fit.

“I’m sorry, I don’t do well under pressure!” you defended yourself, wiping the stray tears that escaped the corners of your eyes. “Hey, but thank you so much for helping me out. I probably would’ve gone mad.”

“Anytime!” he said, finally settling down only to warm your heart with a small smile on his face. “It’s Seungmin, by the way.”

“Definitely better than Bob.”

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As you open the door to your shared apartment, you are almost immediately engulfed in a hug, as this person hugging you chants “I’m sorry” over and over again like some cult leader.

“Okay, Minho, I got it. You can let go now.”

“I can’t believe I forgot to charge my phone like who does that?” your best friend screeched, tugging at his hair as he looked at you as if he had committed a murder. “I’m a horrible best friend.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatic antics and grab him by the collar, dragging him towards the couch and throwing him on it. “Nobody died. I’m alive and fine. Phones die all the fucking time. Get your shit together, Lee Minho.”

“B-but...” your friend stuttered, pout already forming on his lips.

If there was one thing about Minho that everyone knew about, it was his tendency to blame everything on himself. Even if it wasn’t his fault and he had no control over it whatsoever.

“Enough about that. Are you gonna hear my interesting story or not?” you said, a playful smirk playing at your lips as your best friend perks up at the fact that you were about to share your day with him.

Nodding his head to signify that he was ready and listening, you narrated that day’s happenings.

“So, basically he was cute and all, but all he could talk about was how high class he was? And how he didn’t like to enter, and I quote, low-class cafes,” you say, earning an offended gasp from Minho. “And on top of that, he looked disappointed when he found out that I didn’t own some hugeass business or whatever.”

“Dick.”

“Mhm, right. That’s when I messaged you and tried my best to get out of the situation, but you couldn’t reply,” you continue, hastily adding on a “but that wasn’t your fault because phone batteries suck,” when you see Minho’s face drop into a slight pout.

“I had to get out of that place so I just went over to the sink and tried to think of ways to escape when the barista that took my order offered to help,” you say, thinking back to Seungmin’s cute smile. “So he just came over and pretended to be my best friend and said there was an emergency and kind of just dragged me away through the back door.”

You were unaware of the fact that your face softened at the mention of your saviour, but it didn’t go unnoticed by the boy in front of you, who was studying your every facial expression since you started your little story.

“Barista, huh?” Minho started, smirk evident on his face. “Was he cute?”

You slowly felt the heat creep up your cheeks as you fiddled with your fingers, a sign that you were flustered.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, yes it does, Y/n. It matters a whole lot,” Minho teased, glad that he had grabbed the perfect opportunity to annoy you. “It matters because the blush on your face is giving me many, many indications on how you feel about this barista of yours.”

“Shut your mouth, dipshit. There’s nothing like that,” you counter, desperately praying for the heat to leave your face.

“Whatever you say, m’love.”

You roll your eyes for the umpteenth time, leaving to prepare for bed, as that day’s events replayed in your mind. You weren’t sure how to feel about the barista occupying your mind, but all you knew was that you had to see him again.

After all, you didn’t manage to get his number.

✼ •• ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ •• ✼

The familiar ring of the small bell fills your ear as you step foot into the same cafe you were in four days ago. You had actually planned to go the day after, but you were, sadly, a college student who apparently had to go to classes to make sure your grades don’t fall below expectations.

“Welcome to SKZ ca-” Seungmin started, instinctively, until he saw the person who had entered the cafe. “Y/n! You’re back!”

“I am!” you say, with equal enthusiasm, as you walk up towards the counter and get your wallet ready.

“Another blind date?” Seungmin teased, wiping his hands on a paper towel as he walked up towards the main counter.

“Shut up,” you deadpanned, shaking your head at the boy’s little jab. “I came here for some caffeine because I am currently behind on my assignments and I don’t really feel like repeating this semester. Any drinks to recommend?”

“Relatable,” Seungmin grimaced, thinking about the pile of assignments in his bag that was locked up in the staff locker. “How about an iced americano? The ice will definitely make sure that you’re wide awake, maybe more so than the coffee itself.”

“Sure, anything to keep me from snoring away on that table,” you replied, letting a tired sigh escape your lips. “I wish Minho was here to study with me, ugh. I hate studying alone.”

Although that last sentence was muttered under your breath, Seungmin’s ear still caught it, his mind immediately whirring with solutions.

“I finish my shift in about an hour,” he started cautiously, not knowing what your answer would be. “Maybe, we could study together?”

You freeze on the spot and slowly look up at the boy in front of you, unsure if you had heard him correctly, but the look on his face told you that you had heard him perfectly well.

You let out a breathy laugh and nod your head. “Sure, I’d love that.”

“Great! Drink’s on me then!” Seungmin grinned, fishing out his own card to pay for your drink and the muffin (he took the liberty to add it in for you), and left to make the drink before you could even start to protest.

You shake your head and walk towards the table against the window, big enough for two people, and set your heavy bag down as you plopped onto one of the seats.

Not wasting any time, you grab your laptop and your notes, diving right into your assignments, afraid that you’d change your mind and go back home if you procrastinated one second longer.

One hour later, you’re halfway through your drink and there are crumbs left on the pastry plate, as you hurriedly type away on your laptop, initially not noticing Seungmin walking towards your table, out of his work attire and school bag slung over his shoulders.

“Move slightly forward and you’ll fall into your computer screen,” a familiar voice rang out, causing you to snap out of your bubble and focus on the boy taking his seat in front of you. “I’m surprised you don’t wear glasses.”

“I do wear glasses, just not often,” you replied, going back to your essay on how Shakespeare had made a change in the world’s arts. Seriously, who cared. All you got out from your literature lectures were that you could annoy Minho by talking in Shakespearean English for a whole day. He definitely did not appreciate that.

Realising that you were in your zone and that he shouldn’t disturb you, Seungmin grabbed his own pile of worries and got to work, the fatigue of working a four-hour shift after school slowly catching up to him.

Three hours later, and you finally stop tapping away incessantly on your computer, leaning back in your chair and stretching your arms above your head.

“Hey Seungmin, I’m do-” you started, but abruptly cut yourself off as you see Seungmin’s head resting on his hand, eyes closed as he let out even breaths, indicating that he was fast asleep.

Seeing that he was exploring dreamland, you took this opportunity to admire the boy’s features, in a non-creepy way, of course. The way his left cheek was slightly chubbier than his right, and the little mole on his cheek, or even how brown his eyes we- Wait.

You shouldn’t be able to see the colour of his eyes if he was sleeping.

Just like that, you stare into the eyes of the cute barista in front of you, unable to tear your gaze away, even as colour rushes to your cheek as you realise that you have been caught admiring him.

“Take a picture, Y/n, it’ll last longer,” he said, not passing up on the opportunity to tease you even though it had been less than a minute since he was awake.

“I-I wasn’t staring,” you started, immediately falling into defensive mode, as embarrassment took over every cell in your body. “I was about to wake you up, okay.”

“Sure,” he humoured you, but not stopping the smile that was spreading across his face.

“Oh, look at the time! It’s time for me to go back!” you said, frantically packing up your things as you wished to get away from the cafe as far as possible until you were sure that your heart wasn’t going to burst.

But just as you were reaching for the last piece of paper on your desk, a hand stopped you, forcing you to look up at the boy who’s eyes you had been avoiding for the past few minutes.

“Um, do you think we can do this tomorrow?” he started, eyes darting around everywhere except your eyes. “But without the studying?”

You could feel your heart abruptly stop, as your mind slowly processed the question that had just left Seungmin’s mouth. Was he implying what you thought was implying? The only way to find out was to ask.

“Like a date?” you asked, voice small due to the lack of courage.

“Like a date,” the boy confirms, eyes finally meeting yours, as he awaits your answer.

It hadn’t been long since you met him, but you couldn’t deny the fact that something was blossoming between you, whether it be a strong friendship or something more. And you were willing to find out.

“Let’s do it.”

∞ end ∞

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