#first gif she WAS exploding him w/ her mind and he will be paying for it for the rest of his life >:)

[gaybananabread]

For the Tickletober requests, maybe 16 for lee Dipper and ler Wendy? (Platonic) Hope you’re doing well and take all the time you need! 💖

Of course! I love this request, and I had fun answering it! I hope you enjoy!

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Lee: Dipper

Ler: Wendy

Ship: None!

Summary: During one on their movie nights, Wendy discovers something more about her best friend.

Warnings:  none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

It was Friday. And Friday always meant a movie night with Wendy. Since they had started to hang out, Dipper had come up with an idea to watch the crappy movies that Gravity Falls offered, together. They would spend hours laughing and poking fun at the films, and just having fun.

This Friday, they had chosen to do a comedy marathon in the Mystery Shack. The two had claimed the TV room, and the others were out working the gift shop. Belive it or not, Stan actually gave them the Friday off. Even though Stan said he did it because Dipper had 'Less friends than a squirrel with a peanut allergy', Dipper knew that he cared about him.

When Wendy arrived, the two raided the kitchen, grabbing popcorn, Pitt Cola, and a bag of Mabel's gummy koalas (don't tell her). They plopped down in front of the TV, flipping it to the Comedy Channel.

The first one was about this man's wife who got turned into a skunk. She had sprayed him, then took a tomato bath together. Both Wendy and him immediately critiqued it, making fun of the robotic voices of the actors, as well as the horrible plot line. It ended with her turning back, and the couple founding a skunk ranch.

The second started out with two animated best friends who lived in a small town. They liked to pull pranks on eachother, each one getting worse until they got out of hand. At one point, the friends had a tickle fight, and Dipper blushed a little. Whenever tickling was even mentioned around him, his cheeks flushed pink.

Wendy looked over at him, watching the blush slowly creep on his face. She put two and two together pretty quickly, wondering how she didn't notice before. Whenever she poked him to get his attention, he would flinch pretty hard. She always thought he was jumpy, but maybe it was more than that.

"Hey dude, are you ticklish?" The question surprised him, making Dipper let out a faint squeak before answering. "W-what? Pshhhh, no, I'm not tciklish! What would make you think that?"  He meant for it to sound confident, but his voice came out nervous and high.

She shrugged. "I don't know, maybe the fact that you got all squirmy and blushy when the tickle scene started?" Dang it, Dipper! Why couldn't he just sit still and watch like a normal person?!

"That doesn't mean anything! How about we watch the movie? Isn't that why we're here?" Wendy rolled her eyes. Could he be any more obvious? "Uh, no way, man. I gotta try this."

With that, Wendy grabbed the brownette's arms, not enough to hurt him, just to restrain, and pinned then above his head. He immediately started to squirm and beg, anticipatory giggles weaving into his words.

"Cohone on, Wendy! This ihisn't fair!" She scoffed. "This is perfectly fair. You lied, now it's time to pay the price." Lightly tapping her fingers on his sides, she thought about where to start. So many options, and so much time to try them! They had at least another hour, though she definitely wouldn't go that long.

Dipper shook his head, pulling down on his arms with little-to-no force. If he was being completely honest, he didn't mind the tickles. It was just the anticipation that was killing him!

"Wohohould you just doho it already?" Wendy looked down at him, taking in the wiggly sight. Dipper's face was red, spreading lighting to his ears. She giggled a bit to herself, but she was being kinda mean. Plus, he looked like he was about to explode from the waiting.

"Okay, okay. Byt remember, you literally asked for it!" She scittered her fingertips across his belly, immediately rewarded with sweet and airy giggles.

"Wehehehendy! Ihihihit- ihihihit tihickles!" He was squirming a bit more than before. She rolled her eyes. "That's kinda the point, dude." The gentle touches had already started to mush his thoughts, which made Wendy want to squish him like a teddy bear.

"Okay man, you have to admit, I just started, and you already look freakin' adorable. It must be your special gift or something." She didn't show this type of affection much, except for around her friends. She reserved her more 'girly' feelings for the people she trusted and loved.

"Nohohot adohorable! Noho teheheasing!" She moved her hands up to his ribs, switching from light touches to kneading. Dipper started to laugh, arching his back a bit. "AHAhahahahA! WeheHEhendyhy! Ohoho MYHYHY GOHOSH!"

The boy bucked his hips as she hit his top ribs, trying to dampen the ticklish shocks running throughout his torso. It did little to help, but he had to try something. Wendy stayed on that spot for a few more seconds, before beginning to move her fingers upward. His laughtrr got louder, along with his begging.

"WEHEHEndhy nohoHOho! NAHAT thehe PIHIHITS!" She stopped right before the base of said spot, swirling her fingers teasingly. Dipper giggled frantically, trying to throw her off of the spot, but just managing to give her more access to it.

"You ready?" He shook his head wildly, steams of 'no's and 'please don't's pouring out. Even though he said he wasn't having fun, she could see the giddy  excitement in his eyes. He wanted this, and she was more than happy to give it to him.

"Go!" She dug into the hollows of his pits, and he screeched,  before pulling and tugging at his arms, thrashing around like crazy. His laughter was borderline hysterical: happy, fast, and loud. This was obviously his death spot.

"Wohow, you are REALLY ticklish, dude." Wendy's little comments weren't making things any better. "IHIHIHIHI *snort* CAHAHAHAN'T! NOHAHAHAHAHO!" Wendy stopped, staring at him in playful amazement. "No way! You snort? That's so freakin' cute!"

The blushy boy tried to catch his breath, groaning and trying to hide his head in his shoulder. Wendy would definitely stop soon, she just wanted to try one more spot.

"You got enough air to not die?" Dipper groaned, making her laugh. "I'll take that as a yes." She put her hand on his neck, and he shrugged up his shoulders, letting a small stream of giggly 'no's spill from his lips. But Wendy didn't resume the tickling.

"Hey, Dipper, are you sure you're cool with this? I'll stop if you want me to." Said boy turned his head forwards, looking at Wendy. "Ihi, um-uggghhh. I don't- don't really mihind it. Youhu can- uh, you know."

He was avoiding her eyes, looking all around the room, blushing so hard, he matched the color of Stan's fuz from the neck up. She beamed at him, happy at the trust he showed in telling her that.

"You got it. One round of neck tickles comin' right up!" She let go of his wrists and used both her hands to scribble down his neck. He was thrown into hiccup-filled giggles, and practically melted into the touch. Wendy actually cooed at the sight.

"Ehehehehehehe! *hic* Whehehendy!" He lightly batted at her hands, scrunching up his shoulders, but overall just enjoying it. True, he was still Mega embarrassed, but Wendy was nice and understanding. It made things so much better and so much worse all at the same time.

She experimentally scratched at the shell of his ear, eliciting a squeak from the boy. Now craving the awesome sound, she focused mainly on his ears. For two whole minutes, Dipper Pines was a human squeaky toy.

Deciding that was enough, she went from scratching to rubbing his ears, trying to calm the tickly shocks running through them. Thirty seconds later, and he had gotten the last of his giggles out. He sat up, face still blazing. "Th-thanks Wendy. That was fun."

She playfully elbowed him. "Anytime, nerd. You really are super cute when you laugh like that. Try doing it more often." He shrugged, and ater a water break,, the two went out into the gift shop to greet the others.

"Hey kids. Sounded like you and Dipper had fun." In seconds, his face was back to red. Mable, Stan, and Wendy all laughed, Dipper joining in at the last minute. "Hey, next time you do it, invite me! I know all sorts of fun tickle-spots on this dork!" Mable punched her brother's arm, and he shot her a non-threatening glare.

"Yeah, no thanks. I'd rather just have a snack and go to sleep." Stan passed his some crackers and cheese, while Wendy grabbed her things. After she had pulled her boots on, she walked over to Dipper, rustling his hair.

"I'll see you tomorrow for work. Maybe next Friday, I can try some of those secret-sister-spots Mable was talking about." With that, the red-head walked out the door, leaving a blushy Dipper and two smirking relatives behind her.

[baekhvuns]

Omg girl I was at a music festival last night then went clubbing I came back home 4 hours ago and realised "I didn't answer miss Baek" so here I am

I'll keep those songs in mind, I'm not really a fan of Dream, they have cool MVs bright and fun but something is off musically for me. I only really listen to Kick It by 127 and Universe by U - I didn't expect to like that one so much :o

The SVT tickets 😱 are they kidding. I would like to see them if they finally come to Europe... kinda whack the European tour was cancelled and now they're starting with North Am again 🙃 but the prices are a fucking joke, don't they get enough of our money??? Especially big companies, they need to get a grip. The concerts are usually poorly organised see Ateez so what the fuck are people even paying for

I don't know if Ateez ever goes truly dark, but I'm optimistic about their future sound. Especially with the rebellious teaser I think it's safe to say Halateez is back! I enjoyed Fever it has some gems, but Treasure is where my heart is at

Still no period, pros: well, no period cons: pain and waiting for for the doomsday to happen 🥴 at one point it's cool, because I can have a weekend without bleeding, but I'm tired of waiting and checking if the red scare is here or not... and I start reading smut at the end of the cycle as well hahahahaa

I can imagine bodyguard Seonghwa is in so much internal pain and conflict jsudueyeyshs man wants to explode and Y/N isn't helping, but he has morals or whatever stopping him at first. Cannot wait to read it 😭

Omfg really you wanna write it?! It was just a silly thought I had, but I just don't see bad character x bad character that often unless it's some toxic bullshit. They would compete with each other like "yikes you got 20%? I got 22% I won" idhsjsjjdndhs both fucking fail, but the competition is on. And I imagine the tension being VERY strong 👀

Right, no monster fucking or furries, cat boys only 🤗 and maybe some fox boys too

Some of the idols' parents are so funny and sweet I can't help feeling jealous, but it is what it is. Also the story about Seonghwa's and Hongjoong's mum's at their concert when Joong's mum brought a scarf(?) or something for Hwa's mum. 🤧 recently Felix's mum visited him and he took her to the airport because he wanted to be the last one she sees before taking off and Lix gave her his hat - what a sweet boy, her insta post about it made me uwu so hard

That Metro thing was a shit "job" well an internship only, I could never work in a gossip paper, because yikes the shit they invent. But it taught me a thing or two. We already talk about Seonghwa like it's our job so what's the difference 🤡

Lol one of my friends actually decided to add Seonghwa to their bias line after hearing him yell with that deep ass voice, it came out of nowhere?! He was smiley and then... ANGRY YELL and back to smiley

YOOOO THIS PROMPT MISS! Yes he's a pick me in a good way and Y/N's like "why do I like this loser?" then some bitches bother him and she's like 🥊🥊 "leave my loser alone!" <3333

To be fair one of my friend goes between calling Seonghwa her son and her husband so 🤔 we all have issues I guess. FBI agent don't interact pls

That b&w photo kills me he's the cutest boyo. The photo of YunWooSanHwa from Lotte World is so sweet too, Seonghwa's big ass sandals again iduksshshgagans. He looks like their dad tbh

Okkk wolf boy 👁👄👁 also are you a bit annoyed by the height gap between female and male protagonists as well? I know many people love that (size kink or whatever), but especially in anime the girls look like fucking children compared to the men (nvm that they sometimes ARE teenagers hanging out with 20+ guys 🥴) maybe it's because I'm on the taller side, but it's one of my pet peeves and sometimes the male protagonists are broad giants for no reason - DV 💖

hello hi !!

Omg girl I was at a music festival last night then went clubbing I came back home 4 hours ago and realised "I didn't answer miss Baek" so here I am

omg how did that festival go !!!! did u get drunk and have ur yn moment iN THE CLUB OR SOMETHING 😭😭😭

I'll keep those songs in mind, I'm not really a fan of Dream, they have cool MVs bright and fun but something is off musically for me. I only really listen to Kick It by 127 and Universe by U - I didn't expect to like that one so much :o

yes yes the r&b is so good in it! typical sm with the harmonies and stuff!! YEAH KICK IT’S SO GOOD o i haven’t listened to universe is it good 👁👄👁 highway to heaven will always be that bitch tho >>>>> without u is also rly good! early nct days before the noise <3

The SVT tickets 😱 are they kidding. I would like to see them if they finally come to Europe... kinda whack the European tour was cancelled and now they're starting with North Am again 🙃 but the prices are a fucking joke, don't they get enough of our money??? Especially big companies, they need to get a grip. The concerts are usually poorly organised see Ateez so what the fuck are people even paying for

YEAH 700$ FOR ONE PERSON BUT THEIR SILVER AND GOLD PACKAGES ARE 1K-4k ITS CRAZY HYBES GOING CRAZY,,, no bc they have so many versions to their albums and yet they still want the insane 500$+ for one person is kinda crazy me thinks

I don't know if Ateez ever goes truly dark, but I'm optimistic about their future sound. Especially with the rebellious teaser I think it's safe to say Halateez is back! I enjoyed Fever it has some gems, but Treasure is where my heart is at

sometimes i see them going like txt’s route, the rock, rebellious and hard hitting emotional stuff! but then they bring out the king and iM LIKE YES THAT IS YOUR SOUND LESSGO BRING IT BACK PLS I would beg for a wave album type of comeback esp utopia 😭😭 treasure no fr treasure & answer & inception sit on this throne where no other can reach

Still no period, pros: well, no period cons: pain and waiting for for the doomsday to happen 🥴 at one point it's cool, because I can have a weekend without bleeding, but I'm tired of waiting and checking if the red scare is here or not... and I start reading smut at the end of the cycle as well hahahahaa

BFMWDBQK NAURRRR 😭😭😭 at least it didn’t happen at the music festival!! pls drink loads of water as u get closer to it bc it rly helps take the pain out,, NO BC sometimes u think it’s time but it’s just ur stomach playing with u 🔫

I can imagine bodyguard Seonghwa is in so much internal pain and conflict jsudueyeyshs man wants to explode and Y/N isn't helping, but he has morals or whatever stopping him at first. Cannot wait to read it 😭

HES SO ANNOYING TBAKDHKWDHWK HE KEEPS REMINDING HER THAT HE CAN GET KILLED IF HE HOLDS HER AND SHES LIKE “noOoOo my dad would never” rbwkfbwk he rly rly wants to explode i just think yn puts him in his place, it’s like the personalities are reversed if u see bbhwa, hwa was the loud one this one has yn as that!! HIS MORALS?? THE MORAL IN QUESTION IS HER MAFIA DAD 😭😭😭😭😭

Omfg really you wanna write it?! It was just a silly thought I had, but I just don't see bad character x bad character that often unless it's some toxic bullshit. They would compete with each other like "yikes you got 20%? I got 22% I won" idhsjsjjdndhs both fucking fail, but the competition is on. And I imagine the tension being VERY strong 👀

I WILL WRITE IT !!! NO TOXICITY ONLY WHOLESOMENESS AND TWO MISUNDERSTOOD PPL <3 fbwndbwk LMFAOOOO THE 2% BOOSTS THEIR EGOS 😭😭😭😭 the teachers would be so tired of them and they’d laugh at it too,, oH OH TENSION EXTREME LEVEL 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Right, no monster fucking or furries, cat boys only 🤗 and maybe some fox boys too

Some of the idols' parents are so funny and sweet I can't help feeling jealous, but it is what it is. Also the story about Seonghwa's and Hongjoong's mum's at their concert when Joong's mum brought a scarf(?) or something for Hwa's mum. 🤧 recently Felix's mum visited him and he took her to the airport because he wanted to be the last one she sees before taking off and Lix gave her his hat - what a sweet boy, her insta post about it made me uwu so hard

cat boys supremacy >>>> FOX BOYS HELLO 👁🤚🏼👁 PLS 😭😭😭 THEYRE SO CUTE HELLO???? IM SURE THEYRE LIKE SO SMOLL TOO AND STOP THATS SO CUTE 😭😭😭 no bc why can’t our parents be like that 🤨 PLS HIS MOMS IG IS LIKE A SEROTONIN BOOST some real gems on there 😭😭

That Metro thing was a shit "job" well an internship only, I could never work in a gossip paper, because yikes the shit they invent. But it taught me a thing or two. We already talk about Seonghwa like it's our job so what's the difference 🤡

BRMWDHEK IF ONLY U WORKED FOR THE SUN 😭😭😭 the amount of ppl who would be suing left and right, no that’s so true it’s our job to talk about him but we just don’t get paid which is vile but i will do it for free <3

Lol one of my friends actually decided to add Seonghwa to their bias line after hearing him yell with that deep ass voice, it came out of nowhere?! He was smiley and then... ANGRY YELL and back to smiley

OHOHO FBKWDHWK RMR WHEN MINGI SAID WHEN HWA RAPS HIS TONE IS SIMILAR MINGIS 😭😭😭😩😩 ANGRY YELL BACK TO SMILEY THIS MAN IS THE EPITOME OF DUALITY also.

YOOOO THIS PROMPT MISS! Yes he's a pick me in a good way and Y/N's like "why do I like this loser?" then some bitches bother him and she's like 🥊🥊 "leave my loser alone!" <3333


yES YES I WATCHED THE MOVIE WILD CHILD AND FHWKFHWK IM SO VERY INTO THIS PROMPT SO BADLY !!! EXACTLY THATS HER LOSER AND HES “👁👄👁 i am????”

To be fair one of my friend goes between calling Seonghwa her son and her husband so 🤔 we all have issues I guess. FBI agent don't interact pls

That b&w photo kills me he's the cutest boyo. The photo of YunWooSanHwa from Lotte World is so sweet too, Seonghwa's big ass sandals again iduksshshgagans. He looks like their dad tbh

i pretend to never see those sandals. no uh. also bestie i, for the first time ever had a dream about wooyoung. so real. so real that i genuinely felt it and i cannot ever look at him the same way again. VEKWHELQHDKW HONGJOONG WAS YELLING IN THE BACK FOR FUN FBNW dil hwa era

Okkk wolf boy 👁👄👁 also are you a bit annoyed by the height gap between female and male protagonists as well? I know many people love that (size kink or whatever), but especially in anime the girls look like fucking children compared to the men (nvm that they sometimes ARE teenagers hanging out with 20+ guys 🥴) maybe it's because I'm on the taller side, but it's one of my pet peeves and sometimes the male protagonists are broad giants for no reason - DV 💖

yes 😭😭😭 YES YES I AM !!!! im in the average side so i just kinda roll with anything but in fics i try to make my yn’s taller esp the mafia one! she was tall! i think it’s mentioned in it too!

HRKWHDLQHELQHDLW NO BC THE “FRAGILE PETITE” THING IN THE SIZE KINK GETS ME FBWKFBEK bc why can shorter ppl toss u so easily 🔫 NO UR SO RIGHT IN ANIMES THE GIRL IS BARELY AT THE GUYS CHEST AND IM LIKE???????? IS THAT NOT A CHILD PERHAPS??? no that’s so true some r so insanely tall like pls at least choose a balance 😭😭😭😭

ur so very welcome <3

[inseobts]

Kuroo - Shy

Kuroo x Karauso Manager

Request:

Words count: 2.3k

A/N: that’s my first haikyuu scenario so pleaseeee don’t be too harsh to me lmao. I don’t know how to make hcs so I opted for the scenario hoping you don’t mind it. Also sorry for any mistake, english isn’t my first language.

You are Karasuno’s third manager, recruited by Kiyoko to help Yachi for the next year since you are a second year and already know how everything works.

All the team arrives to Tokyo for the summer training camp. This is your first time here since you joined the team a little later. Every Karasuno boy seems to be already friend with the Nekoma team, who was there waiting for you all to arrive.

“T-Tanaka...w-why is there a third girl nowwww???” Yamamoto Taketora says pointing at you. You already know each of their names since you tried to study their games to not show up here unprepared.

“She’s cuteeee, isn’t sheeee???” Tanaka says squishing your cheeks with his hand and showing you to the weird hair boy. This to receive a head smack from Kiyoko.

As you enter the gymnasium you could already recognise most of the biggest players there. One of them Kuroo Tetsuro, captain and middle blocker of Nekoma, who you didn’t even notice he actually was with your captain since you arrived. He turns and face you when you notice you’ve been staring at him all this time. With a blush forming on your face you turn away really fast, hoping he didn’t notice you.

“Why are you staring at Bokuto now? Are you so into captains?” someone whispers to you. You turn fast just to see Kuroo’s face right in front of yours, only a few centimetres apart. Flustered at how close he is you panic and start backing away. Kuroo grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards him, making you crash against his chest.

“Be careful, you were about to step into the court. Bokuto could have forgiven you for interrupting but I don’t know about the others” he smirks at you.

He’s beautiful and hot. With his beautiful brown eyes and his smirk he’s a total tease, one you couldn’t resist much. You step back from his embrace and walk away towards Yamaguchi who offered you a calming smile.

“She doesn’t talk much, does she?” Kuroo asks to no one in particular receiving a nod from a smiling Daichi, “she’s just really shy, she opens up a little after she starts being comfortable”.

During the first matches you find it hard to concentrate as you turn every minute to watch the Nekoma team. Sometimes you could even catch the tall captain looking at you, and each time you see him turning away with one of his best smirk to continue playing.

Finally the match you were waiting to see.

Karasuno vs Nekoma.

Before the start of the game you watch Hinata talking with the Russian tall boy, kinda studying him since you didn’t know much about.

“Now you’re staring at our Lev. I guess you’re attracted to tall boys then”

You jump and turn fast to face the boy at your side who was looking at the two boys as well with a big smile before turning to face you back.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you”

“Then stop appearing like this next to me all the times” you say kinda regretting it really fast and looking away.

“So she does talk. And she even has a beautiful voice...it really fits you” he says looking at the court without moving from your side.

“Yeah, I talk” you says kinda offended by his words, leaving him there alone. He starts to reach for you again and stops when Kenma calls for him. After the match ends you leave really fast without giving to Kuroo the time to approach you again.

Later that night.

Everyone started to go taking a shower and then rest up for the upcoming day of more training. You were walking around the campus(?) as you see one of the unused gymnasium with the lights on. You walk towards it and stop at the door once you notice Tsukishima.

“Hey Tsukki, what are you doing here at this hou—“ you say and stop mid sentence as soon as you notice he’s not alone.

“He is playing a match with me, do you need him?” Kuroo says appearing in front of you, making you blush once again. You shake your head and start leaving when a overjoyed Bokuto stops you at the door, “why don’t you stay and watch us a little bit?? You could be my cheerleader” he says pouting with his firm hands on your shoulders.

“Okay, I’ll stay” you say walking at the side of the court.

After ten points you sigh loudly making everyone turn towards you confused, “Tsukki, follow the ball and don’t jump too fast. When you jump don’t put your hands like this but try put them more like..this. You should pay attention to your teammates too. You’re playing with Kuroo right now, you should have already understood his game, so try to fit in it at your best”.

Tsukishima nods at you, ready to start playing again but found the other boys not as ready as they’re staring open mouthed at you.

“You really left them both speechless, it might be a miracle..you should come here more often” Akaashi tells you and then go back to his spot ready to play.

“Can you play?” Kuroo asks you making you turn to run away before you notice the small orange haired boy in front of you.

“COULD I PLEASE JOIN IN TOO?” he says stepping in front of you.

Kuroo steps between the two of you putting his hands on yours and Hinata’s shoulders, “that’s a perfect timing, y/n was about to join us too and we just needed a third person for Bokuto’s team”

“So I’m playing against both Tsukishima and y/n....be ready, I’ll win!” he says surpassing you and going at his spot.

You don’t move and see Kuroo getting his face closer, “seems like you have to play now. Don’t worry, if you need help I’ll be there”

“I won’t need your help” you say walking confident towards Tsukishima, leaving Kuroo smirking at you.

After the match ends everyone goes grab their water bottles, leaving you panting there alone while sitting on the floor.

“You probably didn’t bring your water bottle with you thinking you would play so much” you hear a now familiar voice approaching you.

He sits at your side and extends his bottle to you, “take mine, looks like you need it”.

You roll your eyes and take it just to drink half of it and give the rest back to him, “it’s been a long time since I last played, sorry if we lost”.

“No need to apologise. Honestly it seems like you play everyday though. You...you played really well. I’m really impressed” he says making you turn away to hide your red face. He felt his cheeks hot as well as he watched you and suddenly starts drinking the water you left to hide it.

“I SAW IT!!! I SAW EVERYTHING!!!” Hinata screams running to the two of you making everyone in the room curious about what was going on.

“What did you see Chibi-San?” Kuroo asks him trying to hide the worry of being caught on his red cheeks.

“IT WAS A KISS!!! YOU TWO KISSED!!!” he keeps pointing at you and Kuroo with both his hands.

“W-what?? When???” Bokuto asks happily joining Hinata’s side.

“HE DRANK FROM HER WATER BOTTLE..THEY HAD AN INDIRECT KISS”

Everyone turns towards the short boy as if he just ruined a party.

“wow you really are that stupid” Tsukishima says to Hinata and offering you his hand to help you stand up. You accept his help, wish everyone a good night and leave. You can hear footsteps behind you so you stop and turn to face Kuroo.

“Do you need something?” you ask.

“I just wanted to apologise to you” he says getting closer to you.

“About what exactly?” you ask confused.

“For what I said about your voice. It was pretty rude from me to talk like that. I mean..your voice is beautiful for real but...I shouldn’t have said it like that.”

“I accept your apologies. Do you need something else, or can I go now?”

He shakes his head and you start walking away for the second time.

“W-wait” he stops you again, “is Tsukishima.....your....yeah you know...your boyfriend?”

“I’m leaving” you says walking aways from him as you feel like your face is about to explode.

The next days you didn’t even notice but you and Kuroo started being closer making you feel more comfortable around him, even tho you still get red and shy every time he teases you with his innumerable smirks.

You are eating your watermelon with Yachi and Kiyoko when a tall figure covers you from the sunlight.

“Hey y/n, I saw you were enjoying your watermelon so I stole some more for you from Bokuto” you smile accepting the fruit.

He sits next to you and just now you notice the other two girls left you alone with him. You start looking around for them and Kuroo follows you.

“Looking for someone in particular? If so Tsukishima left already”

“I told you he’s not my boyfriend. I just happened to befriend him, he isn’t as difficult as he acts like” you say finishing your second piece of watermelon.

“I was joking. It’s because you look cute when you get angry so I can’t stop myself from teasing you” he smirks leaving you to go back into the gym.

It’s the last day of training and then you’ll leave with your team to go back home.

“You should make it less obvious that you like that girl” Kenma says to his friend, catching him staring at you talking to Suga with a soft smile on.

“Oh, is it really that obvious? Do you think she noticed??” he asks panicking.

“Yeah, you really can’t hide it. I think everyone noticed it” Yaku says approaching the two friends with the rest of the team following.

“Everyone but her, I think she’s the only one who didn’t notice” Kai says making Kuroo sigh of relief.

“Y/N, keep smiling and pretend we are having a funny conversation, but why is all the Nekoma team staring at us?” Suga asks you while nodding and faking a smile to mask his flustered face.

You suddenly turn around to face the boys and they all (except Kenma and Kuroo) start blushing and looking around as if to pretend they weren’t just starting and talking at your back. You look confused at Kuroo and you notice his blush as he walks towards you.

“Why is everyone staring?” you ask him while eyeing the team at his back.

“Oh no, they’re not sta—“ he says turning around and stops the sentence as soon as he notices the team was indeed keep staring again at the two of you.

“Don’t mind them, they’re just making fun of me” he says putting his hands up behind his neck.

“Making fun about what exactly?”

“Just because I like...Sugawara hair colour. They’re saying I would look ugly and old with it” he smile nervously.

“I see..but I don’t think you would look ugly, that’s impossible to happen”

“Are you saying I’m beautiful?” he asks you with a shocked face as he wasn’t expecting that at all.

You nods and turn around putting all the things as water bottles etc in a bag.

“So...you’re leaving, right?” he asks passing you a phone.

“Whose phone is this? Who can forget a phone here now?” you watch the phone curiously.

“Uhm it’s my phone y/n”

“What do I have to do with it?”

“You can put your phone number in it. So we can message and talk sometimes, you know..”

“Oh sure then” you put your numbers in it and give it back to him with a big smile, “thank you for those days”

“Why are you thanking me, I did nothing special”

“You know, I was scared to come here” you say sitting on the bench followed by him, and admiring the now empty gymnasium you continue, “it’s not like I don’t like being with my team, but I felt scared I would have felt lonely since everything was so new to me. But then you started teasing me and even tho I hated it at first you actually made me feel more comfortable later. So thank you for making me enjoy this experience at its fullest”.

Suddenly he hugs you and even tho you’re shocked at first you hugs him back. You will miss seeing him everyday.

“I like you y/n”, four words, just four words making your heart beat faster than ever.

You break your hug and are about to say something when you both turn at the door to see an out of breath Yamaguchi.

“Y/N you’re here...I couldn’t find you. They’re about to leave us here if we don’t hurry up,” he takes the bag that was next to you and start walking away, “let’s go now, we don’t have time, I’m really sorry”

“I’m coming” you say following him and then stopping at the door to turn to face Kuroo again with a big smile, “send me a message so I can save your number too”

You wave at him and leave. As soon as you step outside you hear your phone notification and see Kuroo has sent you a message with an heart. Your smile fade away, making you stop and run back at the door of the gym.

Kuroo is still looking at the phone with a sad smile.

“Kuroo,” you call him and he turns fast to face you confused, “I like you too”

[nakamoto-aesthetics]

Toxic | k.dy

synopsis: your relationship was toxic so doyoung decided to do something about it.

pairing: boyfriend!doyoung x toxic!femreader

genre: angst

warning: the reader in this story is terrible in general im sorry enjoy it tho

“what the fuck is your problem?” you were being dragged away from the group by doyoung. he went into a corner of the nightclub where nobody else was.

“what’s my problem? what’s your problem?” he said through his teeth, not yet releasing his death grip. you tipped your wrist away from his grip and rubbed it.

“what are you talking about? your the one that’s dragging me away and plus i asked first. what is your problem?” you ask again expecting an answer.

“my problem is that you keep flirting with haechan” doyoung shouted angrily as if he was gonna explode. you were glad nobody could hear anything over the loud music that was playing because public arguements were always embarrassing. when people stared at you in general it just made you uncomfortable.

“i’m not even flirting with him all i’m doing is talking and laughing. i’m just trying to have a good time. you wouldn’t understand the definition of having a good time though. you never did” you try to say calmly but there was definitely fire underneath the surface of that sentence.

you don’t wait for a reply and turn around, heading back to the table. he was being ridiculous.

it was no secret he already couldn’t seem to win against haechan so by you flirting with him, he seen that as a threat. he couldn’t lose his girl to haechan too. doyoung would be defeated if that happened. that’s why he was so angry, he literally told you that before but you obviously didn’t care.

doyoung sighed, trying to keep himself calm. he knew he wasnt tripping. he was sick of this, you always did this to him and he let you, for a reason he didn’t know but he went back to the table. he was seated right next to you. haechan was sitting next to you. the whole time you hadn’t said much to doyoung and were instead talking up a storm with haechan.

johnny, mark, lucas, jaemin, winwin, and yuta were seated at the table with you guys.

all of them had their own conversations going on amongst each other. johnny and mark were debating about whether korean cupcakes were better than american cupcakes. lucas and jaemin were talking about lucas joining nct dream. which was never gonna happen. winwin and yuta were just flirting or more so yuta flirting with and teasing winwin. that brung his attention to haechan and you. you both were talking about video games. doyoung didn’t even know you liked video games.

doyoung rolled his eyes and sighed and stood up walking over to the bar. nobody was talking to him so he went to a place where somebody would start a conversation with him. he sat down in a seat and got a shot. he turned to his right, dark eyes staring right back at him.

“hey” the sweet voice says. she had the most dark and compelling eyes he’d ever seen.

“hey” he says back. she was beautiful no doubt about that but doyoung wasn’t a cheater he knew how to control himself.

“what brings you here?” she says further looking attentive at him.

“my girlfriend isn’t talking to me and instead flirting with my friend. how about you?” doyoung asks.

“my boyfriend is drunk and dancing with other people” she points to a guy on the dance floor, grinding against another girl.

“damn i’m sorry but if you don’t mind telling me, what’s your name?”

“lee mina” not a real life person she answers.

“kim doyoung” he smiles.

a few shots later between the two and the conversation really began. they were talking about how they ended up in this situation. drunken laughs were shared. doyoung was finally enjoying himself.

after that conversation they asked questions about the other, wanting to get to know the other.

“where are you from originally?” doyoung asks.

“im korean american. i was born in california until my parents moved to seoul.” doyoung smiles at that. somebody with a different background for once. he found that interesting.

“so you speak english too?” she nods at that.

“yes i speak fluently” mina says i’m english. doyoung smiles and she smiles back. from afar they looked like they’d been in love and that’s what you saw. you were glaring at them.

“hold on” you said to haechan and stormed over to doyoung. “what are doing?” you asked. doyoung looked at you calmly. he was calm from all the shots he had.

“i’m enjoying myself isn’t that what you wanted” he said in a calm tone. mina glanced between the two of you.

“that doesn’t mean you need to talk to another girl” you said angrily.

“i’m sorry just give us a second” doyoung says to mina and gets up, walking to an empty area with following him.

“it’s over” doyoung says simply.

“w-what?” you say immediate tears threatening to spill out your eyes.

“you heard me” he said firmly. he had been holding that in for a while. in the morning he would be upset but for right now he was okay with it.

“why?” tears fell down your eyes.

“our relationship is so toxic, you flirt with guys in front of me and you know that so don’t play victim. we- i can’t keep doing this. have a nice life” doyoung walks away from her and returns to mina.

“may i ask what that was about?” mina asks.

“i broke up with her” doyoung says and sighs.

“i have an idea. what if i broke up with my boyfriend since i was planning on doing it anyway and then we can continue to get to know each other and perhaps ease into a relationship?” mina says.

doyoung thinks about it for a few seconds. i wouldn’t be a bad idea, he doesn’t have to jump straight into a relationship again, just ease into it like she said.

“deal” he pulls out his phone and they exchange numbers.

mina gets up to go tell her boyfriend off. doyoung looks at you and your crying in haechans arms. doyoung rolled his eyes. if you truly cared for him then you wouldn’t have flirted with other people right in front of him. multiple times.

mina comes back and sighs. “it’s done”

“you know we don’t have to do this if you don’t want” doyoung says.

“nope it was my idea. we’re gonna do this. i’ve struggled with finding a loyal boyfriend for months. i want to try anything i can.” she replied. doyoung softens his eyes at her. where was she all his life.

doyoungs phones lights up with a text from yuta

‘bro what did you do to y/n’ doyoung scoffs.

another text pops up. ‘she’s crying, telling us that you broke with her ’

he decides to reply. ‘i did break up with her. it was because she flirts with guys in front of me all the time. our relationship is toxic so i ended it’

‘oh that makes sense okay’

doyoung looks over to the group and sees yuta reading the messages to them. they look like they understood it and look at y/n.

doyoung isn’t sure what’s going on but it looks like your getting what you deserve.

“wanna get out of here” mina asks. “maybe we can get something to eat as friends?” she smiles playfully. doyoung laughs and nods. “let’s go”

‘i’m leaving just so you know’

‘alright’ yuta responds.

*at the table*

yuta reads the messages aloud and in return the whole table looks at y/n.

“i could understand if doyoung broke up with you for no reason but there was a reason. you flirted with other guys. is that true?” johnny asks in a soft tone.

“no it’s not he’s lying. he was just a jealous boyfriend” you sniffle.

they all look at each other not knowing what to say. after a moment of silence jaemin speaks up.

“actually i have something to say.. i’ve seen y/n flirt with jeno. when we were all at the dorm and she was squeezing his biceps. i didn’t say anything tho because it wasn’t my business but i guess it matters now.. sorry y/n”

lucas’ eyes shift and he closes his eyes tightly before opening them again. “i actually saw something too, it was in the practice room and she was with xiaojun. y/n was holding his hand and like caressing it. the way she was looking at him was different too. it was weird but doyoung was there and he didn’t look too happy.”

“i mean with the way she was flirting up a storm with haechan today while doyoung was sitting next to her, i believe jaemin and lucas” mark said and shrugged.

“3 witnesses. that rules out y/n, your losing this case” johnny says.

“you know what fuck you all. i was only with doyoung to get closer to the guys, you figured it out okay? have a nice life and yes the crying was staged.” you stand up, flipping your hair and then you stick your middle finger at them. finally, walking out the door of the club.

“i hope she never comes back how did doyoung do it” winwin says.

“okay so i wasn’t the only one who thought she was flirting with me. i thought i was going crazy.” haechan releases a breath.

“no we all saw it, i think that’s what doyoung dragged y/n to the corner for” winwin said.

“am i the only one that didn’t have much of a problem with her?” yuta asks.

“i didn’t really have a problem with her” johnny says.

“that’s because you guys don’t pay attention to things around you” haechan replies blankly.

“not true!” both of them shout in protest. the others laugh and haechan shrugs laughing too.

soon all of them were gathered in a conversation together, smiles filling all their faces.

[bowieandqueen11]

I’m An Idiot / Richie Tozier Fluff

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Richie x reader (18 years old) where he has had a crush on the reader since the whole IT situation but never acted on it until he hears they are moving to go and attend college and it’s a whole sweet thing where he is outside her house practicing what to say and she hears it through her window or something? Idk if that’s clear or not. Thank you! Also I LOVE your writings! Hope you have a wonderful day/night! 💕 

It’s been so long since I’ve written for Richie holy moly but this is so cute!!

Warning, some strong language!

Reblogs and comments much appreciated!

Richie Tozier couldn’t stop hopping.

When he woke up, shoving his duvet on the floor and grabbing the first Hawaiian shirt laying askew on his desk chair, he was shaking. When he shoved Eddie’s face out of the way as he tripped over him on the way to his door, he was trembling, although Eddie only snorted and rolled over in his sleeping bag to go back to snoring. If he knew that he was actually doing this, if Bill knew, although he was still sprawled out and half falling off the beanbag, that he was finally going to muster up the courage to confess to you before you left the Losers, he would never hear the end of it. When he shut the front door, squeezing his lips together so as not to wake his parents, he was beginning to jump from foot to foot.

‘Come on, Tozier, you fought a child eating clown. You’ve got the high score on every game in the Arcade. Heck, you’ve even made Eddie Spaghetti laugh out loud and spit his milkshake all over Ben’s face. You’re hilarious, you’re a fantastic catch-’

Kicking a can off of the road, he sighed to himself as he passed Derry library, his breath fogging up his glasses in the early modern light.

‘Who are you kidding, you’re just a Loser. She’s totally going to reject you. Shit!’

Crunching over the grass by the school, he finally hopes on his breaking down, creaking bike, and fills the empty streets with the sound of his wheels spinning and his heart thumping with each cycle. The dew shines in the first rays of the rising sun, brightening his sneakers with a glint as his tracks leave their own footprints on the grass - the only path to show that had been there.

He didn’t mean to reach you at sunrise, but he had found himself sleepless last night. He had expected you round at the Losers’ sleepover last night, but you had to phone up late and inform him that you had to start packing. Mike had been the one to find him, just leaning his head against the wall with the phone still hanging limply in his hand. He had to place his hands firmly around his shoulders to pull Richie away, leading him back into the others with a tight grip, but Richie was gone, far away, as if he was disappearing in his grip like a ghost. Eddie was about to say something later that night, but the look of fear, and dejection on Richie’s face when he slipped under his covers and just turned his back to the others, made him stop and just settle down in his freshly pressed sleeping bag.

The morning, thankfully, wasn’t as grey, but soothing lavender and brilliant lander started to break out from behind the clouds, merging behind his raven hair into neon pinks and peaches.

Finally arriving at your house, he dumped his bike on your lawn and ran around to face your bedroom. Little did he know, that you were also awake, still thinking about your phone call last night. Placing your hand on your windowsill, you sigh as you just stop for a moment, ignoring the boxes in the corner of your eye and instead just leaning by your net curtains. 

Behind the glass, and the fabric, was the ever changing art of the sky, and the boy you couldn’t see yet below it, who was desperately trying to put into words the ever exploding feelings in his heart. There was such a feeling of nervousness, of joy, of electricity in the air, a sense that secrets were about to be whispered into the transitory and eternal air, changing and constant and not able to be swallowed in again.

Stopping suddenly, you start to hear a squeaking voice warble out from down below.

‘Y/n, these feelings I have for you are embedded in my - come on, are you five, that sounds so dirty. Even when a clown was trying to turn into a werewolf and eat my fear or whatever, or when we went into that crack house, I was never afraid, because you were with me. I’m scared, that if you go, I’ll vanish as well.’

You reach out towards your curtains and draw them aside softly. You have to blink away the sun for a moment as it comes in and bathes through the square of light in bright gold, warming the wood by your toes and bathing your face. You nearly choke with laughter at the sight of Richie Tozier pacing your garden, gesticulating wildly to himself as he swings about. He stops, nearly skidding as he throws his hands down in defeat.

‘We are two halves, but we make a whole- that’s so cheesy, you sound like Benny boy now.’

‘You’re my real family. You’re the only person who really actually gets me and I-I, shit man, you can’t do a Bill now. I love you. It’s just as simple as that. I love you, and I’m terrified. Damn, Trashmouth, that's not half bad.’

He nearly jumps out of his skin when you slide your window open and shout down at him.

‘Trashmouth, are you trying to wake the whole neighbourhood up?’

‘Why the hell are you up? I thought only creeps and nerds were up this early!’

‘Is that why you’re here?’

‘I thought I’d try out my new material on the best clown I know!’

A muscle twitches involuntarily at the corner of his right eye, his mouth forming a rigid grimace as he looks up at your raised eyebrows and slight smirk.

‘How much, exactly, did you hear of my musing?’

He folds his arms over his Freese’s shirt and flowing Hawaiian as he begins to hop from foot to foot again. Never one to keep still, he tries to keep his mind off your answer as you think above him. He tears his head away from your head, as it pops out the side of the window and dangles down at him like an angel floating in a halo of silver above his head, trying not to focus on the way your words would either see the dawn of his hope, or snap his dreams right in two. 

Instead he nudges his glasses a little higher on his nose, as if the thought the midnight rims should pay attention too - silently focusing together. 

‘If it makes you feel any better, I feel the same way too.’

‘W-what?’

‘Would you just get up here before my parents wake up?’

Richie doesn’t waste any time to grab a hold of the ivy climbing on the crumbling bricks, his feet slipping and sliding to try and keep up with his scrabbling as he tears up the side of your house. He’s so quick, you don’t know where he is until his nose bumps against yours, and he nearly collides straight against your mouth, the only thing barring the two of you being his glasses.

‘What did you just say?’

His expression is uncharacteristically serious, and yours is so bright in response. He wonders if you know how much that drives him crazy, how it makes him want to reach out and feel every curve of your skin, but instead he stays hovering a few inches away from your face, waiting for some miracle that his hearing quite hadn’t caught up with.

‘I said, I love you too, you idiot. What a time to tell me.’

‘Y-you love me?’

‘Would you hurry up and kiss me before you fall? Gosh knows you’ve waited about ten years too long.’

He rolls his eyes in that way he does when he's really happy but feeling too macho to show it, before he slightly wets his lips and lets himself fall forwards into your grasp. He melts into you, clumsily, and a little messily, but he manages to steady himself and reach up to cup your cheeks, lips desperate as they capture yours again and again, warm and tasting slightly like cherry, but so needy for you.

‘You’re right, I am an idiot.’ 

[rocket-fort]

Broken soul

(unedited)

He blamed himself. How couldn’t he notice before? It was so obvious, the tired look on his face, his uncommon non-treating responses, that ugly black bags under his un shining eyes, his beautiful cinnamon skin almost as pale as a jade. He carefully squeezed the spirit-trapping bag closer to his chest as his eyes shined, irises turning a bright shade of red.

A light touch pressed his shoulder, a delicate hand with slim fingers, trembling. Wuxian turned his head, his ruby orbs returning to the silver-grey tone they should be, tearing up his face fell to reveal a painful expression that tried to show how much he was suffering, but no face he put would demonstrate how much misery he felt inside, Wei Ying opened his mouth to speak

—JieJie— the cultivator’s voice broke in the end as he veered to face his sister, could he even still call her like that? After all, it was his fault that she was suffering, he was the cause of her sorrow.

“—Wei Wuxian, why don’t you listen?— the younger man said, his tone low and cautious —You can’t keep this path it will hu- he was cut off by his brother

—A-Cheng..— Wuxian didn’t rise his voice, but his tone was severe, proving that he was getting (if he wasn’t already) mad —We had this conversation already—

—Yeah but you didn’t listen!— an exasperated voice, volume increasing a little bit but still being an almost whisper

—Jiang Cheng!— Wei Wuxian roared angrily, startling his brother, he was about to reach his breakpoint, resented energy rapidly taking control, numbing his senses —Stop being so childish! I- We made a decision and now we’ll pay the consequences, you left me, YOU choose your sect over me because you were a scared child and a weak brother to stand for and by me—

Jiang Cheng would be lying if he said his brothers words didn’t hurt, because they did, they burned in his damaged heart like hell. Just a week had passed since Wei Ying deserted, Jiang Wanyin came back to try to make amends with him and ask him to come back, it obviously didn´t work.

—You´re right, I´m sorry. I’ll be leaving now— voice fading, he knew it was the resented energy making him react like that but he couldn´t help it, he knew Wuxian wouldn’t have said that if he hadn’t thought it, after all the demonic cultivation path destabilized your mind but his thoughts were his, or that’s what he thought, because this way of cultivation was really new and people barely knew about it except that it affected your body and mind, if he only knew better, if he only saw the regret in Wei Ying’s face when the energy left as Wanyin did.

As quickly as it came it quickly left him, left him with nothing but pain and regret of hurting his brother, he didn’t meant it, but people didn’t knew that “affect mind” also meant hearing those voices that did nothing more than whispering horrible things about others, especially the ones that weren’t exactly nice to him, it ruined him way worse than they knew, than he would admit.

—Jiang Cheng!— he tried to call him, screaming from the entrance of the Demon-Slaughtering cave but his shidi was already to far to listen if he wanted to keep listening, he ran trying to catch him, to late to work because the Jiang jumped on his sword and flew away as fast as possible.”

How couldn’t he notice? It was so obvious than even a blind would have noticed, the pain, the tired and kind of messy look, it was the reflect of a agonizing soul, a broken one. How much pain Jiang Cheng must have hidden from them?

“He always had always buried his pain until it was to many to handle, he exploded after his parents death, it was a wound that would never heal, he obviously blamed himself for been weak, useless and haven’t done something more, now he lost someone even more important to him and yet again even after promising himself to always look up and protect his family, it was still his fault for not being strong enough.

One week had passed, one week he had suffered like he was in hell, one week, seven days, days he had been the support to his sister who was going trough the same pain (‘if not more’ he thought) than him, he was the shoulder for her to cry, Wanyin tried to avoid her the firsts days, she didn’t knew about the duel and he didn’t had the courage to tell her, Cheng told his sister everything was fine but that Wuxian wouldn’t come back ‘for now’ after his first visit, in the third day when Yanli hugged his little brother and heard him whine as if he was in pain she got really worried, so she asked his brother what was wrong and Jiang Cheng did have the strength to lie to her again

—A-Jie, Wei Wuxian and I had a duel and he... he deserted— Jiang Yanli now looked ashed as if she was about to faint, guilt building up in him as he saw Yanli’s teary eyes, now he wished to take back his words or at least had sugar coated them

—W-What?— her voice low, she knew her brother would never lie to her but she was just so shocked that she couldn’t help to ask

—A-Jie, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault— he said trying hard not to cry

—Shh it’s okay A-Cheng it’s not your fault— as reliving this was, it also made the younger feel worst, even now her sister cared for him, even now that his family was tearing apart once again, all because of him, even now, even if her heart was broken she was consoling him. They hugged each other, trying to comfort and steady themselves.”

Jiang Yanli blamed herself too, she could always read her little brother like an open book. An uneasy feeling and bitter taste in her mouth, she was so focused on spending time in a fantasy with Zixuan that she didn’t realize how much his brother needed her. She thought he was fine “how couldn’t she realized every time she visited lotus pier?”, now she realized how wrong she was, life once again was proving how cruel it could be, once again she was falling a part but it wasn’t the time, her other brother was suffering too and she would make sure to be his support ‘I won’t fail him either’.

“A week quickly became a month, the uneven feeling of lost didn’t disappear but increased instead, his sister seemed better, his husband make sure to make her happier with gifts and surprise dates ‘he´s not as useless and careless as I thought’ Jiang Cheng told him about the situation so the peac- Zixuan looked after her sister when he couldn’t (which was most of the time since she lived in the Koi Tower and he returned to Junmeng to attend his responsibilities as a sect leader) and to make sure she knew how much he loved her and make her happy so she could forget or at least not thing too much about his shixiong, if he could still call him like that (yes he could, no matter what happened between them, he will always be his older brother but he wouldn´t admit it out loud, maybe in part because of how much it hurts).

He tried to distract himself too, overworking was his best choice, he had so many thing to do to reconstruct his sect but no matter what, the pain didn´t left him

—What do you think Wei Wu— he stopped, looking at his empty side feeling uneasy and worst than he already felt

There were so many things to do and he almost finished them all in 2 weeks. He was so tired, working his ass off until fainting, yes, he was tired physically but not as tired as mentally, his chest just felt tighter and tighter every second it passed, he was just tired of pretending to be okay, trying to be okay, tired of keep it up, he just wanted to rest... so he grabbed a pen and started writing a letter”

It was the dawn when Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan arrived at the burial mounds by sword, Wei Wuxian wasn´t in a mood for visitors (or in a good mood in general after Jiang Cheng left) but when he realized it was his Shijie, he rushed in. Wei Wuxian stopped abruptly when he saw her red cheeks and puffy eyes before running even faster to her

—Shijie! What’s w—

—A-Ying, A-Cheng he— a sob cut her off, Wuxian’s face turned paler, grabbing Yanli softly from the shoulders and shaking her slightly, his heart racing with anguish

—What happened to A-Cheng?— his tone as gentle as he could so as not to alter her even more

—He’s- A-Cheng is...— no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t say it, so she looked back at his husband, the latter nodded to her wife and said as calmed as he could, he knew about the consequences about demonic cultivation and as seconds passed by he could see it with his own eyes as Wuxian aura became dangerous and he seemed really annoyed and worried

—Jiang Wanyin is dead— a dry laugh was heard

—You’re lying— Wei Ying said bitterly, forgetting for a second that his Shijie was also there —You shouldn’t lie about such thing unless you want to make me angry— he smiled madly

Yanli rapidly grabbed his wrist to caught his attention —A-Ying.. A-Xuan wouldn’t lie about something this delicate— her voice was shaky but she managed for it to not break nor cut by her sobs

—No— Wuxian said simply —No, no, no, it can’t be!— he screamed, grief in every word that his mouth produced —I wanna see him, A-Jie— the Wei started to act impulsively but Zixuan knew it would be hard to calm him down at this moment and that A-Li also wanted to see him, so all he could do is taking both of them in his sword

—Get up— Zixuan said as he boarded his sword and helped his wife to get up holding both of her forearms

Wuxian nimbly jumped on the sword.

They arrived at Lotus Pier at midday, Wei Ying hoped off of Suihua and rushed to the room, if Yanli could, she would have done the same, but she waited to her husband to help her before practically disappearing in seconds as she touched the floor, he knew it was a family matter so he decided to not interfere for now.

There he was, as beautiful as he can be, he remained the same except for the fact that his beautiful cinnamon skin now was pale, white and cold flesh, eyes closed. He looked so calm, as if he had been in a endless hole of disgrace and suffering and now he was finally in peace.

The brothers hugged each other slowly kneeling on the floor, Yanli put her brother’s head in her chest softly patting his head in a maternally way. They stayed there for long enough for their knees to feel numb, sobbing and comforting each other.

—We are going to bury the body—

—No— said Wei Wuxian 

—A-Xian please— Yanli begged

—No, a-jie, we can’t just let him go— he looked really exasperated, urgent —n-not like this— the last part was briefly a whisper

Yanli hugged him tighter, Wei Ying let himself be lost in the embrace for a little, then

He snapped back his attention to her sister, looking up at her he frowned, her sister seemed to have accepted the reality and it broke his heart so much, but he knew there was something to do, after all, it wasn’t the first time he did something like this

—I know, XianXian but we can’t do anything—

—I have an idea— he whispered placing his head back in Yanli’s chest, feeling her heart beat, hearing it rise a little at those words

Yanli’s chest tightened, heavy, she thought it was impossible to bring him back but she trusted her brother too, Wei Wuxian always attempted the impossible, both of her brothers did, that was why she was so proud of them, yes, she trusted A-Xian, she broke the embrace a bit so she could see Wei Wuxian in the eyes, then she quickly whipped her tears with her sleeve

—What do you have in mind?— determination could be read all over her face

Wei Wuxian imitated her action, his face looked exactly like hers too, he putted her arms down, reaching for Chenqing afterwards

—I will bring him back A-Jie, I’ll make him if I have to— he smiled in a strange way, eyes turning a vermilion-like color again

Wei Ying put the dizi in his lips and started playing, it was a low and frightening melody but not unpleasant, dark fog started covering him and his brother’s body.

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Once the melody ended, Wei Wuxian covered his shidi’s body with talismans and let him rest

—It will take time, but I’m sure he’ll wake up... he has to—

After that nobody said anything else.

In the meantime Yanli took over her brothers duty after explaining everything to his fiancé, they somehow managed to bring Wei Wuxian and the Wen remnants to Lotus Pier, not without a lot of dirty looks and disgusted faces. After a month, Wen Ning woke up, which finally took away the worries and doubts, their brother was going to wake up.

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It was almost blooming season, the lotuses were growing and growing. Somewhere, in a room away from people of lotus pier, a pale figure opened his eyes.

—He’s awake!— a loud and urgent scream came from the hallway that lead to the chamber

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian ran as fast as they could towards the place where Jiang Cheng was. Once they were there, they entered the room without any previous announcement. There he was, there with his once cinnamon tanned skin was now an ashy color, almost white, his lips seemed dry and a bit purple, his freckles lost color too, now they were almost unnoticeable, but he was still their brother and he was there, awake and... alive?

Jiang Cheng felt colder than he ever felt when they hugged him, unlike his usually sunkissed skin and warm body, rigid but that could have been her imagination or maybe just because he was lost. They didn’t talk, they couldn’t, none of them had the strength, Yanli felt his brother slightly tremble under them, he was crying, but when she saw his face not even a single tear was there nor any expression, her heart broke once again thinking what he did and what he must be thinking right now, but once again, words failed her, so she just hugged him tighter.

He was broke, they all where, but they were going to try to fix him, to make him feel the love he couldn’t feel in his last moments, he was a broken soul but they were going to try to put the pieces together once again, after all they only had each other in this world.

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WAAA I finally finished this after MONTHS. This was for JC love month day 25! (reflection) tbh I read this again and feel so cringe, but I still wanted to finish it and publish something lol

I thought of making this a two shot but seeing how much it took me to finally finish the first part even after reducing it a lot I think I might end it here but it’s not a sure thing, still tried to make a fairly closed and happy ending in case I don’t make another part.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading <3

[uwuyangin]

i wish i were her. . . (hyunjin x reader)

✩ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: although (y/n) is only his best friend, she seems to have fallen in love with the one and only hwang hyunjin. however, it appears he has fallen for someone else and all (y/n) could do was watch in jealousy.

✩ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 + 𝐚/𝐧: based on conan gray’s ‘heather’ song. sorry if this sucks, i’m a bit rusty right now with writing but i’m trying to improve! cursing ahead as well. friend’s to lovers au! credit to original owner of gif.

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you wished it didn’t hurt as much as it did. but you felt like your world was on fire and your body was slowly burning with each inhale and exhale. your vision had become hazy from staring too long, and even a single blink would cause irritation. but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the scene that played before you. 

his hands were placed on her hips so naturally and teasingly, almost as if he wanted her to feel them lingering. the subtle tap of his fingers and growing smile of adoration showed that he was indeed paying attention to everything the girl was saying. the right side of his body leaned against the wall for support, and if this were any other moment, you would comment about his cool demeanor. however, your gut was twisting inside at the sight. the girl twirled a piece of hair in her fingers, too distracted by the beauty of him to stop her habit. they talked about anything and everything at the same time; their favorite colors, passions, what they did in their freetime, etc. they never stopped for even one second to pause and take a breath as their conversation was far too engaging. most students would complain about the shortage of time between passing from class to class, but this seemed neverending. 

the school bell rang in your ears and shook you up a bit, making you bump backwards into your open locker. shit, only a minute to get to class. as you slammed the locker closed, you overheard their conversation clearly.

“i’ll see you at lunch? the usual spot?” she asked softly. 

hyunjin nodded with a smile, his eyes crinkling as well. “yeah, of course. see you then.”

the girl reached up on the highest of her tippy toes and placed a gentle kiss upon his cheek. he stared at her with widened eyes as that was their first interaction of PDA. a grin soon broke on his face and he chuckled to himself as she scurried away not long after.

hyunjin turned in his tracks only to see you standing at your locker with a locked gaze on the tiled floor. typically you were first to enter a classroom so it was weird to see you standing around doing nothing. especially with only one minute left to get to class. he stuffed his hands into his pockets and headed over, a frown on his lips.

“(Y/N)-ah? are you okay?”

this snapped you out of your thoughts as you glanced up at the man before you. he looked so concerned... you always loved the way his lips would pout when he worried about you. It made you feel special in a way. but nothing about this was special. not when you felt like digging yourself in the ground from being second best.

“i’m fine.” 

you lied, and it was obvious. hyunjin knew you better than that. at least you liked to believe so. you watched the way his eyebrows furrowed in confusion because you were typically so open to talk to him. simple sentences weren’t something you believed in. rambling was one of your hobbies, and hyunjin loved that about you. it was clear that you were not mentally okay so he sighed and walked a bit closer, trying to examine your face for more evidence. 

“i know you’re lying. what’s wrong?” he pressed. he cocked his head to the side with some of his bangs falling in front of his face. 

he looked so beautiful like that and all you wanted was to reach out and caress his cheeks. to tell him how much you loved him and that you would do anything for him. literally anything. nothing could ever amount to him and you knew this. you knew you were in over your head with this friendship because he could never see you like that. could he?

“i-i don’t want to talk about it.” you mumbled. 

your eyes avoided his though it was hard as all attention was on you. the second bell had run, signifying class had started. you inwardly cursed as you were missing mathematics and you knew you needed to bring up your grade. 

“look, I have to get to class-” you started but hyunjin interrupted you.

“hey, hey. i’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s wrong. what are best friends for?” 

god, that hurt a lot. best friends. that’s all you’ll ever be. because you could see how head over heels he was over this girl. you’ve never seen him be so happy and giddy, like a new chapter of his life was being discovered. 

your frown deepened and hyunjin grew more visibly confused. why were you pushing him way?

“hyunjin, I really don’t want to talk about it with you.” your response was somewhat cold, and emphasized on the ‘with you’ part.

“what is that supposed to mean?” 

it was no doubt that he was hurt. you always came to him for everything and now you couldn’t even tell him what was on your mind. he knew that your friendship was important but now it felt as if it was just a gap between the two of you. you couldn’t go to him anymore for things, instead, you depended on yourself. you felt alone even if hyunjin offered to hear you out. it wasn’t the same; it never would be the same. you rolled your eyes, and started on your way only to feel him tug at your arm. you stumbled backwards and scoffed.

“dude, what the hell? i have to get going,” you fumed.

“no, i want to know why you’re acting like this. i know you’re stubborn but not this stubborn. why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong? i want to help.” he insisted, and it was obvious he was growing annoyed.

you let out a bitter laugh. “you want to help me? oh, so now you care. just leave me alone.” 

this took him by surprise as he let go of your arm, looking you up and down as if you were someone else. what happened to the (Y/N) he knew? his best friend didn’t act like this. his (Y/N) would’ve given in and hugged him, telling him what was on her mind while he issued advice. he was always known to be the shoulder to lean on but it appears (Y/N) didn’t need him anymore.

“what do you mean? i’ve always cared about you and our friendship. you’re not making any sense-”

“god, hyunjin! i don’t want to talk about it!” 

your voice broke at the end, and if you continued to speak anymore then tears would begin to fall. you knew hyunjin hated seeing you cry because it always made him cry. the last thing you needed was being caught in the hallways during classtime in an emotional wreck. 

hyunjin’s eyes softened at the sight of you and knew that you would crack any minute. he knew you like the back of his hand, sometimes better than he knew himself. “you can always tell me anything. i want to know what’s wrong, (Y/N)-ah. please stop trying to fight me.” 

his words sent you over the edge, and the piled up angst had spilled out. you were angry, upset, and heartbroken. tears released from your eyes and slowly fell from your cheeks, your strong facade fading. he watched in silence as you became a mess in front of him. he wanted to know who hurt you and what he could do to kick their ass. nothing hurt him more than seeing you in such a state.

“it’s you! you’re the problem! you never make time for me anymore, and i feel like i’ve been replaced. we’re supposed to be best friends, right? it doesn’t feel like it anymore.” you exploded, only telling half of the truth.

hyunjin stood frozen in the spot as he was shocked that he was the problem. had he really been making you feel like that? before guilt could settle in, he soon became irritated because he had tried to make plans with you, tried to talk to you, but all you did was push him away. what exactly was he doing wrong? he could tell you were holding back from something and he clicked his tongue at her. 

“i have tried to make you feel included in everything i do. i’m sorry if i’m more preoccupied with my time but i do try to fit you in as well. don’t tell me this whole thing is one-sided.” he couldn’t help but to get defensive.

“no, you don’t! all your time goes towards her, and it’s bad enough i’m losing my best friend-” you started but soon cut yourself off, almost outing your feelings. hyunjin rose his eyebrow at you.

“nevermind, i don’t care.” 

“no, no. keep going. because as far as i’m concerned, you can’t seem to accept that i finally found someone who i love and you want to be selfish and tell me i should make more time for you? i’m sorry that i have more than one person in my life, (Y/N). but i’m finally happy.”

hyunjin knew his words were quite harsh but they were true. he felt happy, and he felt as if you should see that. if this were the other way around, he would be ecstatic for you. however, his shoulders slumped and his face softened once more at the way you crumbled before him. you were crying more than before, and it looked as if he went too far. 

“i am in love with you, hyun. but i can see you don’t feel the same.” 

your words were so soft and broken. he froze in his spot, his ears perking up at the word ‘love’. his whole body felt on fire and his cheeks warmed up from being put on the spot. despite his flustered state, hyunjin tried to reach out towards you. “wait, w-what?” 

“it doesn’t matter.” you forced out and wiped at your tears before brushing past him, wanting to just head home and skip the rest of your classes. 

as you continued on out the entrance of the school, hyunjin remained in his spot while staring blankly at the ground. he felt so dumb, and the guilt was beginning to settle in. you were in love with him, his best friend was in love with him. he felt his chest clench as he felt the second hand heartbreak you had been experiencing these past couple of weeks. he had been unintentionally hurting you and because of his defensive state, he had told you that she was more of a priority. he felt stupid and helpless in that moment. but more importantly, hyunjin felt defeated as he knew that things would never return to the way they were. though he should feel platonically about this situation, something in him was ignited about the fact that you were in love with him. so he leaned against the lockers and slowly slid down, collapsing against the tiles. all he could do was sit there and think about what to do next, regret filling his system. 

let me know if you would like a part two. :)

[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

Hold Me, Please

request: Oof. Hello again! I have a request. Can you do a Snape x reader where the reader leaves the great hall early sometimes or is just sneaking around and Snape thinks she's secretly dating someone (which upsets him) or meddling around with a bad group . He ends up finding out she's a member of Dumbledore's Army when Umbridge calls him in while she's interrogating the reader, the reader denies answering any questions and Umbridge slaps them, making Snape furious. Basically fluff and a bit of angst

warnings: umbridge should be a warning, abuse, harm

note: my mom and I had a harry potter marathon and i forgot how much i hate umbridge

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Professor Snape saw your figure leave the Great Hall once again, the third time this week. He noticed some others but didn’t pay any mind to them - those dunderheads. Something was going on and he wasn’t sure what but it involved his favorite student.

Then, he saw Neville Longbottom get up from his seat, going in the same direction you had. Snape gripped his robes under the table; he hadn’t heard anything of you and Neville. Were you together? Is that where you’re going?

He felt the sudden urge to get up and follow you even when he had no clue where you were. The dinner continued with nobody else leaving and nobody really noticed the absence. Everyone except Umbridge’s little “squad.”

She knew some sort of meeting and/or clan was being formed behind her back and she wanted to find out. With extra credit points being given, Umbridge selected few students to search out the dark secret.

While at the meeting with Dumbledore’s Army, Harry had continued teaching his class Expecto Patronum, the spell to cast away dementors. You and Neville stood back to back, casting the spell over and over.

Harry came over to you, holding your arm as he gave you pointers, “don’t wave your wand around; it’s a simple flick.”

You nodded and did as he said, “Expecto Patronum!”

Just them, your Patronum flew out of the wand, running around as Neville, you, and Harry laughed. You bowed, “thank you, teacher.”

It continued like that for months, eventually dueling one another. You and Neville were up next as people placed their bets with Fred and George.

Harry clasped his hands, “wands at the ready!”

You and Neville held your wands up, positioning yourself to turn and walk back ten steps. After walking, you and Neville faced each other. Neville casted first, “stupify!”

You flicked your hand, “protego!” With that, the spell deflected itself off your shield and hit Neville. As you felll back from the blast, you scratched your cheek with a piece of glass on the floor. Casting a quick “episkey,” you saw people exchange money as Neville stood up.

He waved his wand again, “Confringo!”

You flicked, “Deletrius!” Then, the whole spell Neville casted disappeared into thin air. Harry and the others stood there amazed, watching as you helped your opponent up from the ground.

Students congratulated you as they walked by, patting Neville on the back as well. Neville saw your cheek started to form a scab, putting his hand to your cheek, “are you alright? Did I do this?”

You chuckled, grasping Neville’s hand, “I’m fine, Neville. There was just a piece of glass on the floor. Are you okay?”

He and you twisted your thumbs and pulled back, “I’m great! Feeling like a real wizard.”

The next day, you had Potions class first period. Snape stopped you before you got to your seat, examining your cheek. The scab was still there but better than yesterday. He waved his wand over it, “are you alright?”

You gave Severus a smile, “I’m fine, Professor. Just a piece of glass was on the floor and I fell.” With that, you walked away and sat next to Neville who still seemed to feel bad about your very minor injury.

As the class ended, Snape pulled you aside. You sighed, “Severus, I told you, I’m perfectly fine; you don’t-”

“Are you dating Longbottom?” Snape interrupted, eyebrows furrowed with concern.

You raised an eyebrow, “Um...no, sir?”

Snape nodded, “alright. Well, get to class. Potions tonight?”

With a thumbs up, you smiled at Snape, “you know it!”

However, the potions lesson didn’t come that night. As you were with Dumbledore’s Army, the wall back into the hallway had started to bang, breaking the glass. A first year, Nigel, walked up to the wall, spotting a hole. You stood behind him, looking through to see Umbridge.

As she raised her wand, you pulled Nigel away, “back!”

The entire wall exploded by Bombarda Maxima, rocks being thrown around the room as Draco proudly had Cho Chang by her arm. Umbridge smiled, an evil giggle leaving her lips.

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You sat in a chair in Umbridge’s office, awaiting your fate as Harry and the others stood along in the back. Looking up at her, she seemed horrendously intimidating as she hummed.

“Now,” Umbridge started, “you’re going to tell me what all of this is. Were you going to contact Dumbledore?”

You shook your head, “no.”

The slap of her hand against your face took you by surprise as she whispered viciously, “liar!”

Handing you a quill and parchment, you already knew what was to come. “What shall write?” you asked, not looking forward to this.

Umbridge gritted her teeth, “what you are - liar.” Standing up, she walked around the room as you began to write the word.

You gasped in pain, seeing the word sink into your skin as you write five lines already. Harry tried to get to you, “let her stop! Please!”

Blood had begun to move down your hand as Umbridge moved to Harry, “tell me!”

Hermione kicked Harry as you stopped writing, your hand almost covered in blood. Harry spit in Umbridge’s face, “I won’t if Y/N won’t.”

Umbridge giggled, “maybe she will after Crucio.”

Silence enveloped the room as Snape barged in the room. The fiery rage that filled his eyes were first met with Umbridge as he held her against her desk, “how dare you even imply the use of one of the Unforgiveable Curses against a student - a student of mine, at that! How dare you torture her with the quill, injuring her wellbeing. How dare you even breathe the same air as us, you filthy frog!”

Umbridge opened and closed her mouth, with loss at words.

As she said nothing, Snape grabbed your uninjured hand, “and how dare you even lay a finger on her! The Ministry will be hearing from me. Tonight!”

With that, he dragged you out of the room with your friends, pulling only you into his quarters. You allowed yourself to cry, tears cascading down your cheeks as Snape got out his wand, preparing to cast Vulnera Sanentur, his own healing spell.

“W-wait,” you said, more tears flowing from your eyes, “I just need to be held, please.” With that, Snape wrapped his arms around you, hoisting you up on his lap as he sat in his chair. He rubbed small circles on your back and thighs, holding you as he breathed.

“And held you shall be,” Snape whispered, pressing soft kisses against your hair as whimpers left your mouth.

[cancerousjojian]

peter parker college!au

part 4 ; biology tutor

summary: you’ve somehow landed a study date with none other than peter parker. you just hope he doesn’t find out you’re only doing it because you have a massive crush on him and aren’t even in biology.

pairing: collegestudent!peter parker x reader

a/n: i missed this series so i decided to bring it back! i’m not even going to bother tagging btw because its been so long. i hope you enjoy anyway.

[the series masterlist]

Peter Parker can barely sleep that night.

He’s far too busy thinking about the cute girl from down the hall who wants him to tutor her. He thinks of every moment he’s seen you, and he remembers them all. Your first meeting was quite awkward, and admittedly so was the second one. He doesn’t know what, but there was something about you that made him feel like he was back home in Queens, a feeling he could get used to.

Of course he tells Ned all about it when he returns. Ned thinks his best friend might be developing a major crush on you, and he’s correct. He notices that the smile never leaves his face as he talk about how smart you were, to which Ned replies, “You’ve never even had a class with her, how do you know that?” “I don’t need to know, dude, I can just tell.” Ned nudges him with him his elbow with a smirk on his face. He knew this crush would likely not go away any time soon.

He reviews his biology notes all throughout his morning European history lecture, not even bothering to pay attention. Peter wants to make sure he has everything together for your tutoring session. And when he returns to his dorm at the end of the day, he’s nervous to say the least. He sees you in passing in the hallway, and you flash him a smile that nearly stops his heart.

“Hey, Peter! Study sesh still on for tonight?” You ask, fumbling for your key to your dorm.

“Yeah, definitely!” He says back to you. He was going to go to the movie night in the dorm lounge, but he wouldn’t cancel on you for anything. This was his chance. Maybe, just maybe, he would ‘make a move’, as Ned urged him to the night before.

You’re struggling to get ready that night. Julie cooes at you as you check your appearance in the mirror once more. She’s going through your side of the closet, picking and choosing possible outfits. “Ooh, wear this!” She holds up a hanger with a red, floral patterned dress to her own body and catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

You’re still doing light touch-ups to your makeup and you look at her in the mirror. “Julie, it’s a tutoring session, not a backyard barbecue.” Her smile fades, but not before a chuckle escapes her lips. She sighs then, placing the dress back and flopping down on her bed.

“I ship you and Peter so hard.”

“As you’ve said.” You comment. Your roommates comments about your crush were all but endearing, and you were glad you had someone to root for you like she did.

You realize it’s 5 o’clock, Peter would be expecting you now. You reach over and grab your favorite destressed denim jacket off the hanger and slip in on, giving Julie a twil in your outfit. Julie sits up to look at you and a smile emerges. “You look great.”

You silently thank her and she helps you collect your bookbag and textbooks. “Now go get your man! I expect a three-page double-spaced report on what happened when you get back!”

You just roll your eyes playfully at her, waving a final goodbye as you slip out of your room.

Peter is in the middle of color-coordinating his notes (which is surprisingly difficult, mind you, especially when he and Ned wasted ten minutes arguing over the difference between blue-green and turquoise), when you knock on the door.

He feels his stomach do a small flip, and Ned is getting up to answer you. He smiles widely as soon as he does. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Ned.” You return his smile even though you’re a little thrown off at him answering the door instead of Peter. “W-where’s Peter?”

“Oh, he’s in here. I was just heading to the library,” he slips past you and before you know it, he’s halfway down the hall calling out a goodbye to you and Peter.

When you timidly enter the threshold of his dorm, he’s sitting on his perfectly-made bed, notes spread out across it. You immediately take in the decor of his room– a Star Wars poster hangs above his bed, and the room is overall surprisingly clean and organized for two teenage boys.

But Peter doesn’t even notice you observing his whole room. He’s too busy taking this whole situation in. You somehow even look more alluring than he remembers and– was that a new jacket?

He really can’t get enough of you.

The words come out before he can stop them. “You… you look nice.” He offers you a sheepish smile.

You feel like you might explode, your cheek surely reddening at his compliment. “Thanks, Peter. So do you.”

You smile instictually at the boy and he clears out a space for you to sit across from him on his bed. Your heart starts beating rapidly for some reason, and you couldn’t stop it even if you tried.

You’re both sitting in silence for a moment, kind of just staring at each other. Neither of you really knew where to go from here. Not to mention, you still haven’t really decided if you would at least try and tell him how you felt. But judging by your complete silence, Peter wouldn’t know your feelings. At least not today, he wouldn’t.

“So,” he awkwardly clears his throat. “Where should we start?”

“Um, I guess what I don’t really understand is the whole ecology aspect?” You say, and can’t think of how absurd you feel. You weren’t even in a biology course, you just wanted to spend some time with Peter. Luckily, Julie was and you remember her telling you about how boring the ecology lecture was.

Peter shuffles through his notes to find the ones from that lecture, and your eyes are still scaning the walls. He’s explaining ecosystems to you, but you’re not reallt listening. It’s then that you see it– a framed picture of Peter and Tony Stark sitting on his desk. You audibly gasp.

“Oh my God, is that you and Tony Stark?” You point at the picture. Peter turns to see what you’re looking at.

“Oh, yeah. I had an internship at Stark Industries in high school.” He smiles, getting up to grab it and hand it to you to get a better look. You’re visibly impressed, and Peter can tell.

“That is so cool,” you’re still staring at the photo in awe, and Peter blushes. He can’t believe this is happening to him. “Not to sound, like, I don’t know, weird but I love Tony Stark. All of the Avengers actually.”

Somehow, his heart starts racing even faster than before. “Y-yeah, me too. Iron Man is defintely my favorite, though. Thor is cool too.”

You look up at him only for a second to smile. “Spider-Man is definitely my favorite.”

Peter feels like he might pass out.

“I’ve heard he’s a cool guy.”

“I bet,” you hand the photo back to him and he puts it back in its rightful place on his desk.

You can’t even focus on biology anymore, you’re too busy wondering what else Peter had done aside from his Stark internship. And you thought he was out of your league then, he was almost unattainable at this point.

Wait until Julie hears this.

You and Peter spend the rest of the night talking about anything but biology. You’re laughing at all of his jokes, which makes you all the more attractive to him. You listen to him tell stories from back home, and you find out that you have much more in common than you thought.

You both realize it was almost 10 o’clock when Ned returns from the library, several books in hand. Peter’s heart sinks when he realizes you’re collecting your things, on your way out. He opens the door for you, and you’re both standing in the hallway facing each other.

“Thanks for the help again, Peter,” you say, placing a hand on his arm. “It really means a lot. I actually had fun learning about ecosystems.”

He smiles nervously. “Of course. I had fun too.”

A moment of silence passes again and you start to notice how many awkward silences you’ve already shared together when Peter clears his throat. “Hey, um, I was actually planning on going to this film marathon thing that the science department is sponsoring next week, and… would you want to come with? There might be some professors there who can give you extra help with all this stuff if you still needed it, too.” His hands are clasped and they feel clamy. He’s anticipating your response.

You answer without even thinking twice. “Yeah, definitely. That should be fun.”

He’s beaming now. “Great!”

“Great.”

“Awesome.”

“Fantastic.”

You both start laughing, and you realize you’re both talking to avoid yet another awkward silence when your phone vibrates in your hand. You glance at it to see a text from Julie; What happened?! Why are you laughing?? Another follows a moment after; I’m waitingggg. No pressure.

“Is that your roommate? Julie?” Peter says when he notices you reading from your phone.

“Yeah, I oughta get back.” You shove your phone into your pocket and start walking back to your dorm. “Later, Parker.”

“Night, Y/L/N.” A grin.

“Tell Mr. Stark I said hello!” You’re touching the handle to your dorm door before the conversation is even over.

“Will do!” He calls back, and you both slip into your respective doors.

Yup. Peter Parker was definitely falling for you.