#catch this in multiple ppls open prompt boxes

[shokosmokes]

need more step bro megumi </3 step bro megumi who hears ur moans from the other side of the wall n can’t help but to touch himself </3 step bro megumi who’s pants get tight whenever you’re wearing a skirt </3 step bro megumi who can’t help but look down ur shirt when he’s driving u around </3 step bro megumi who always offers to do ur laundry because he’s “running a small load” (he needs an excuse to get a hold of another pair of ur panties) step bro megumi who caves whenever u ask him for anything </3 step bro megumi who thinks he might die when u rest ur legs on him while ur watching a movie on the couch </3 step bro megumi, with his heart beating out of his chest he genuinely thinks he’s dying, when a steamy scene flashes on the tv and he feels your thighs press together </3

[toomanystoryideas]

#9 with any character your heart desires from the OC Pride Questions! Also every time I see your name in your tags i'm like???? me??? but you're anna too lol it's always throwing me off and i love it.

I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG but thank you so much for this ask!!!!  (also lolll yesss it’s so confusing when other ppl are named Anna bc i’m not that observant so i just go “mY NAME???” but it’s not me so oof)

prompt: “finding an old journal entry”

character: Alec Fischer from my story “Black Pearl,” a year before the story begins

writing under the cut!!

“You okay in there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine!” I call back, biting my lip as I glare at the metal on the underside of the car.

“Okay, well, I’m done putting away the boxes in the kitchen and I found some old diary from 2099 with your name on it.”  The garage door swings open and my little brother Noah walks in, his red hair falling in front of his eyes.

“Remind me to get you a haircut,” I say absentmindedly.  Then what Noah said clicks in my mind.  “Wait, what’s this about a diary?”

Noah sighs.  “I found a diary.  I think it’s yours.  Alec Fischer’s Diary.  Yep, it’s definitely yours,  Dude, your handwriting was better back then.  What happened?”

“Come on, man; I don’t have time for good handwriting.”

Noah laughs.  “This is from when you were thirteen.  It must be pretty juicy.  Anything in there about Max?”  He waggles his eyebrows.

I roll my eyes.  “Oh, just give it to me.  I’m just about done here anyway.”

“Okay.”  Noah tosses the diary over to where I’m standing, and I catch it with my free hand, tugging my gloves off.

“Hey, I do remember this!  Mom got it for me before–before–”

Noah’s by my side in an instant.  “Hey, hey, it’s okay.  She’s in Heaven now, okay?”

“Y-yeah.”  I muster a small smile.  “I know.”

“Want me to leave you here so you can read this thing?  I can call your client, tell ‘er you’re ready for pickup.”

“Thanks, bro.”  I ruffle Noah’s hair, and he grins up at me.

The door slams shut behind him as he runs back into the house.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” I mutter to myself as I sit down on a cardboard box and flip open my old diary.  Dust flutters into the air with every turn of the pages, and after sneezing multiple times, I elect to simply close my eyes, open the book to a random page in the middle, and see what I’ve got.

And… here.

I flip open the diary, the yellowed page crinkling softly in my hand as I press it down to read what I’d written.

“Dear Diary,”

God, I was such a nerd.

“Today there was a new kid at school, this tall (but not taller than me) boy named Maximilian.  I talked to him a recess, and he told me to call him Max.  He had REALLY AWESOME big black hair and I wanted to touch it but that would probably be weird so I kept quiet.

“It was really awkward and I don’t know why.  He told me about how his old school was right outside District 3 and I told him that District 1 was just a few miles away.  He seemed SUPER psyched when I told him that the 8th graders take field trips there at the end of the year because when he lived in Oregon he’d never actually been inside District 3.

“We talked for almost the entirety of recess and he said I was lucky to have a little brother but I said he was lucky to be an only child.  I told him that 9-year-olds are annoying.

“NOAH IF YOU’RE READING THIS: KEEP OUT

“While we were talking I realized I got this funny feeling whenever he looked at me.  Is that what it’s like to like someone?  I think so but I’m not sure because Mom says it’s not something that can be put into words.

“Well, I have to go to bed now because it’s almost 9:00 P.M. at night but Greg told me that he’s only ever had crushes on girls and that maybe I’m ‘gay’ or something like that.  He seemed pretty cool with it but he said that if I ever liked him he’d send his big highschooler brother Joey to beat me up (but I know I could beat him in a fight so I don’t care.).

“Bye, Diary!

“A+M M+A Max+Alec Alec+Max”

I lean my head forward into my hands, unsuccessfully trying to hide the grin and blush spreading across my face.

Oh, if only little me knew…

My phone rings in my pocket, interrupting my train of thought, and I startle, picking it up to look at the caller ID.

Maximilian King (ICE 2) <33333 :)))) :DDD <333333333 (((((:

“Hey babe,” I say, putting my phone to my ear.

“Hi, love,” he replies, and I glance down at my old diary one more time before gently shutting it and closing my eyes, finally letting myself smile as Max and I talk.