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The Most Dramatic Season Ever - Night 1

Summary: It’s your time now! You are ABC’s new Bachelorette and this is your journey! All these men (including our fav BoRhap boys and then some) are competing for your heart! Will you find love? Will you get engaged at the end? Or will you end up heartbroken? Find out, on the most dramatic season ever!

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Tag List: @psychosupernatural @someone-get-a-medic @bensrhapsody @deakyclicks @crazylittlethingcalledobsession @minigranger @crazyweirdocalledfriday @anincurablefangirl @assembledherethevolunteers @rose-writes-prose @queenlover05 If you’d like to be added, let me know!

A/N: So, the first chapter of my new Bachelorette fic! I hope you guys like it. Please, please, PLEASE let me know your interest in this fic because I’d like to continue it but if y’all aren’t feeling it, I don’t have to continue it. Hmu in the replies, my chat, or my ask box, I am all ears!

Warning(s): Some discussions of racism.

Night 1 here we go!!!

Your gown felt heavier than it really was as you stood in the cool Los Angeles night air. The low lights gleamed off the recently doused driveway of the famous Bachelor mansion and you shivered. You took a deep breath. Then, Chris Harrison, the host of the franchise walked up to you and placed a paternal hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N,” he said kindly, and you smiled at him. “Are you ready to start your journey as the Bachelorette?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You still couldn’t believe this was happening to you. You were the Bachelorette. A group of men were on their way to you. One of them could possibly be the love of your life. You nodded.

“I am,” you said excitedly. “I’m ready to find my husband.”

Chris gave your arm a squeeze. “Alright. The first limo is on the way. Let your love story begin.”

He walked away and your stomach dropped. Your eyes found the limo as it pulled up and another twinge of anticipation went through you. This was it. The start of everything that could be. Your future husband - you were sure - was about to step out of that limo.

In the first limo there were five men. They started off anxious and a bit stiff, but one in particular had them all laughing pretty quickly. He had a wide smile and a mess of auburn hair. Already, he was the most popular guy in the car.

“Oh, we’re pulling up!” he said.

Everyone pressed toward the window to get a glimpse of you. His heart swelled at the sight. There you stood in a stunning silver gown and a smile on your gorgeous lips. He was falling already and he hadn’t even met you yet. Nervous as he was when the producers told him he was going first, now he was thrilled. He got to meet you before anyone else. He just hoped he made a good first impression.

The limo came to a slow stop in front of you. The anticipation was killing you at this point. You wrung your hands together as the door was opened and the first man stepped out. You watched anxiously as he appeared outside the car and then you saw him.

The second you met his eyes, all nerves melted away. He grinned widely at you and you couldn’t help but smile right back. You fought back an urge to reach out to him - that’s how eager you were for him to step closer.

“Wow,” he sighed as he began to walk to you. “Wow, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you!” you replied sweetly. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”

He chuckled. Now you saw that in his hand he carried a bottle of champagne. Your brow furrowed.

“My name is Joe,” he said.

“Nice to meet you, Joe,” you returned. “What’ve you got there?”

He lifted it to about chest-level and showed you the label.

“Champagne,” he said. “Because every day I spend getting to know you is a celebration.”

You giggled. “I like that attitude, for sure. Are we going to open it now?”

“Definitely!” he replied.

He opened the bottle with a loud POP and you cheered. He didn’t bring glasses, so you each took a sip straight from the bottle. It was so fun and relaxed. He held your gaze another moment. Then he sighed and hugged you. You hummed and held him close.

“I can’t wait to talk to you more,” he said. He pulled back and indicated the bottle. “And drink some more of this.”

You looked at his face, that feeling of familiarity washing over you again.

“Yeah, me too,” you said.

He gave your hand one last squeeze before departing into the mansion. You released a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding.

“Wow,” you said. “He’s so sweet.”

A few more men emerged from the limo and met you, but Joe still stuck out. It wasn’t what he said or did, necessarily, it was just how you felt when you looked at him. Like you had known him for years instead of mere minutes.

The next limo rolled up and you found yourself more excited than before. The first man to step out was like the others. The second one, though...he was so attractive you nearly fell over. He was broad but not intimidating. His face was boyish and sweet, but he had the loveliest green eyes you had ever seen. His blonde hair was carefully styled. Your heart raced when he smiled at you as he walked over.

“Hi,” he said with a deep British accent. “I’m Ben.”

“H-hello!” you stammered, opening your arms for a hug. “It’s nice to meet you!”

He squeezed you tight and you felt his body, which nearly made you gasp. Then he pulled back and looked you over.

“God, you’re stunning,” he sighed. “I’m so happy to be here with you.”

You felt a bit of a shyness from him that was incredibly endearing.

“I’m happy you came,” you returned.

“I just want to say that I’m here for a real shot at love,” he said. “I’m excited for this opportunity with you and I just want to learn everything I can about you.”

With each word, your smile grew.

“Thank you, Ben,” you said. “I’m looking forward to this journey too, and I hope to see more of you.”

He beamed. “Great! I’ll see you inside, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you assured him with a nod.

You watched him go into the mansion with a heavy sigh. You would happily have stood there and spoken with him all night if you could. But, there were other men to meet.

Shortly after Ben, came another British man. He was handsome in a sort of quirky way, with a slim nose and a sharp, angular jaw. His smile was bright and infectious.

“Hello,” he greeted as he walked up and took your hand, shaking it politely. “I’m Taron.”

“Taron?” you repeated. “I’ve never heard that name before.”

“It’s Welsh,” he told you.

“I see,” you said.

When he spoke, he was animated and friendly. His warmth drew you in. Just holding his hand made you wonder what it would be like to be in his arms instead. You already felt incredibly safe around him.

“We’ll talk more inside?” he asked.

You nodded. “Definitely.”

He too, disappeared into the mansion. There were some clear front-runners already and you hadn’t even met all the men. The next limo pulled up and you waited for the next one.

This man was certainly unique. His deep eyes struck you with their size and the way they captivated you. When he smiled at you, you heard an awkward laugh and you couldn’t help but join in. His mop of black curls atop his head framed his face in such an adorable way.

“Hi there!” you said as he approached you.

“Hello,” he replied. “I’m Rami.”

“Rami?” you asked, to clarify.

He nodded. “I had a whole speech prepared but now that I’m looking at you, I’ve forgotten it.”

You chuckled. “That’s alright. I prefer you to be real and honest with me.”

“Well, then you already know that I’m a bit bumbling,” he joked.

You laughed fully. “I like it. I can already say I like you, Rami.”

“Awesome, I like you too,” he returned. “Just so you know, I’ll always be real with you. Even if it’s uncomfortable.”

“That’s perfect,” you said. “That’s what I want in a partner.”

“I have more I want to talk to you about already,” he said. “But I guess it’ll have to wait.”

“Just a little longer,” you said.

He hesitated a moment before leaning forward to whisper in your ear. It was in a language you didn’t understand, but his tone completely enthralled you. You knew it was complimentary.

“What does that mean?” you asked when he finished.

“Find me later to find out,” he returned.

You smirked. So he did have some smoothness to him, after all.

“I will,” you promised.

He left.

The next man to make an impression on you was yet another Englishman. He was tall, with a slender build. His chocolate brown hair made his blue eyes quite startling to you. His smile was a bit crooked, but in a charming sort of way. He straightened his tie as he approached you with his long stride.

“Hello,” he said warmly.

“Hi, how are you?” you replied.

“Quite swept off my feet, I must say,” he said, taking your hands. “You are beautiful. I’m Gwilym.”

“How unusual!” you said. “Where’s it from?”

“Wales,” he told you.

“I have a lot to learn about Wales,” you joked.

He didn’t ask about your remark, but he looked deeply into your eyes.

“I have a lot to learn about you, cariad,” he said.

“Cariad?”

He chuckled. “Also Welsh. Used for someone you love.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. “Thank you.”

He kissed your cheek and when his stubble brushed your skin, it sent a thrilling shiver down your spine.

“See you inside?” he asked.

“See you inside,” you returned.

He also went into the mansion, which was quickly becoming rather crowded. There were a few more gimmicks you saw come out of the limo, some guys came in costumes, but the ones that really struck you as serious contenders were Joe, Ben, Taron, Rami, Gwilym, and two more from the last limo, Allen and Richard.

Inside, all the men were greeting one another. Joe was talking to Rami, since they knew each other from college. The other guys were all sort of milling about as they waited for you, sipping on the drinks in their hands. Nerves hung around everyone as they watched the doorway for your form.

You walked carefully up the driveway and into the mansion, heart nearly pounding out of your chest. It appeared you had a wonderful group of men in front of you. The journey was going to be fun, but could end up becoming extremely difficult. But as you pictured the faces of each of them as you met them - just as hopeful, just as anxious, just as willing to risk everything as you were - you couldn’t help but smile again. You walked in.

When you came into the living room you were met with cheers and applause as the men got excited. You beamed at them and offered a cheeky curtsey. You found a few pairs of eyes as you looked around.

“Thank you all so much for being here,” you said. “I can’t wait to get to know each of you throughout this experience and I just…” you trailed off. “I know my husband is in this room. I can feel it. I have faith in this. I have faith in all of you.”

One of them handed you a glass of wine, which you raised to toast.

“To finding love!” you cried.

“To finding love!” the echoed.

You all met glasses and took a sip. As soon as the toast was over, Lee, a guy who had played guitar for you as his greeting, tapped your shoulder.

“Can I steal you away?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure!” you replied.

He took your hand and led you away from the rest of the men, who all looked disappointed and a little annoyed.

“Not much we can do,” Gwilym said. “Someone had to steal her first.”

A murmur of resigned agreement went through the crowd. After a couple minutes, Rami got up from the couch. He looked at Joe.

“I think it’s time someone stole her second,” he said.

Joe smirked and clapped hands with Rami. “Good luck, buddy.”

Rami followed the path you and Lee had taken outside and to the fireplace. You perched on the stone step, soaking in the warmth. You thought Lee was perfectly nice, but you found your mind drifting to some of the other men inside.

As if summoned by the thought of him, Rami appeared around the corner.

“Hey,” he said, cutting Lee off mid-sentence. “Can I steal you?”

“Sure,” you said. You patted Lee’s knee. “Thanks for talking with me.”

You stood up, gave Lee a quick hug, and he stalked off as you grabbed Rami’s hand. Rami led you over to the couch by the pool. You took a seat next to him and scooted closer.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m a little overwhelmed, honestly,” you replied. “Tell me what you whispered in my ear. What language was it?”

“Arabic,” he said with a soft chuckle. “My parents are Egyptian. I said ‘You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.’”

You giggled. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

“So, are you first generation?” you asked.

“Yeah, my parents and big sister came over from Cairo, but my brother and I were born here in Los Angeles actually,” he explained.

“Really?!” you teased. “So you didn’t have to go very far to be here, huh?”

“Not at all,” he laughed. “I mean, my family doesn’t have a mansion like this one or anything like that, but yeah, same town.”

“That’s really cool,” you told him. “Are your parents still together?”

“They are,” he said. “I look up to them a lot when it comes to what I want for my own life. That level of commitment is important to me.”

“Me too,” you agreed.

Inside, Lee returned to the rest of the men in a bit of a huff. He sat down on the couch next to Gwilym, irritability coming off of him in waves.

“Alright?” Gwilym asked.

“Yeah, just Diversity Rose over there interrupted my time with her,” Lee replied bitterly.

Gwilym blinked. Several of the men turned their heads at the comment.

“Diversity Rose?” he questioned.

“Y’know, he’s only gonna get a rose because he’s a minority,” Lee said with a shrug.

The room became uncomfortably quiet. All eyes were flickering between Lee and the remaining men of color in the room - Kenny, Eric, Mike, and John.

“Dude,” said the man on the other side of Lee, named Wells. “C’mon.”

“What?” Lee said defensively. “It’s just the facts.”

“No,” replied Wells. “You’re being racist.”

“Yeah, it’s all just starting out,” Joe agreed. “They could be having a great connection right now, you don’t know. You’re just mad he interrupted you and this is how you’re choosing to handle it.”

“Honestly, being interrupted is part of this,” Gwilym chimed in. “You can’t call someone a ‘Diversity Rose’ just because you’re upset.”

“That’s not what I -”

“Dude, just stop,” Mike interrupted. “You said something sh***y, you could just apologize.”

“I’m not apologizing, I’m not wrong,” Lee said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Several of the men just shook their heads at Lee’s stubbornness, and many of them were still shocked by the comment in the first place. Backs were turned on him as he sat on the couch.

Meanwhile, you were now deep in conversation with a man named Jared. He was handsome and sweet, and genuinely interesting to talk to. Rami had headed back toward the house, where the tension hanging in the room nearly smothered him. He felt almost everyone looking at him. He went to Joe and sat down beside his friend.

“What happened?” he whispered.

“You don’t even want to know,” Joe answered.

A couple minutes into your conversation with Jared, Ben came up and asked for you. Eager to speak to him some more, you said a quick goodbye to Jared and followed Ben back to the fireplace. He seemed a bit grave now. Your brow furrowed.

“You okay?” you asked. “You seemed so hopeful earlier and now I feel like you’re upset.”

“Yeah, it’s just something one of the guys said,” he told you.

You frowned. Drama, already? It was only night one. You wondered what someone could have possibly said to Ben, who seemed like such an angel of a person.

“Who said something to you?” you asked.

“It wasn’t something said to me in particular, but it was definitely disturbing,” he went on.

Your heart sunk.

“What was it?”

“Lee,” Ben said. “He called Rami a ‘Diversity Rose.’”

You immediately just saw red. A flash of anger surged through you and you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

“He said what?”

Ben explained the whole scenario. What Lee had said and that the other men had confronted him, but he refused to acknowledge that he was wrong. You hated to spend this time with Ben talking about someone else, but this was something you needed to know. If that was the kind of man Lee was then you didn’t want him here.

“Thanks for telling me, Ben,” you said levelly, though inside you were about ready to scream. This had been such a great night so far and now you had to deal with this. “Could you give me a minute?”

“Sure,” he agreed.

He gave your hand a squeeze before heading back inside. You took another deep, although shaky breath. You knew Lee was sort of country from the way he talked and that he was from outside of Nashville. But this was a bit much. True, he had not used a slur or said something overtly offensive, but to lash out with that comment because Rami did what he was supposed to do in this experience was completely out of order. You needed to fix this. You snatched your glass of wine from the table, downed it, and then marched toward the house.

All the men turned eyes on you as you came through the door. A few smiled, but they quickly faltered at the dark expression on your face. You scanned the room for Lee and found him at the end of the couch, sipping his whiskey as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Lee, can we chat for a second?” you asked.

“Sure,” he said, getting to his feet and starting toward you.

“No, not in private,” you snapped. “This is something everybody should hear.”

His brow furrowed in confusion and he cocked his head to the side. “Everything okay?”

“No, everything is not okay!” you cried. “Did you or did you not refer to Rami as a ‘Diversity Rose’?”

His eyes went wide. “Wha - who told you that?!”

“It doesn’t matter who told me, what matters is if you said it!” you shot back. “Did you?!”

He looked down at the floor like a child being scolded by his mother. He didn’t speak.

“So you did,” you gathered. “Lee, that was f***ed up.”

He still didn’t answer you.

“The person I marry has to be open and loving,” you said. “Every man here who gets a rose, gets one because I see potential in him to be my husband. And I no longer see that potential in you. Get out of the mansion.”

“Y/N, I -”

“Don’t!” you cried. “I won’t tolerate bigotry of any kind. Go home.”

He sighed heavily, looked at you one last time, and walked out the door with his metaphorical tail between his legs. You watched him go, satisfied that he was gone, but annoyed that this had happened at all.

“Anyone else have a problem?” you asked, looking around the room. No one spoke. “Good. Now, let’s try and salvage what was a really pleasant evening.”

You swept out of the room. Joe, bottle of champagne still in tow, followed you out.

“Hey!” he called as you made your way to the other side of the pool. “Y/N!”

You turned to face him and forced a smile.

“Hey,” you replied.

Without warning, he pulled you into his arms. Your buried your face in his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. He rested his chin atop your head. You stood there with him in silence for a moment. You noticed that he smelled nice. His heartbeat was steady and strong. You squeezed him a bit.

“Careful, I might fart,” he warned.

You burst out laughing and looked up at him, so grateful for his presence and his energy. He grinned at you and held up the champagne.

“Come on, we’ve got to finish this,” he said.

You followed him over to another couch and he offered you the bottle. You took a swig and then looked at him.

“Tell me about yourself,” you said.

“Well, I’m from New York,” he told you. “I run a restaurant there with my family.”

“Let me guess,” you said. “Italian?”

He beamed. “Yes, ma’am. Great food, great people.”

“That sounds lovely,” you told him.

You were grateful he didn’t talk about what just happened with Lee. He was just talking to you and letting you know him. Everything he said was funny and sweet. You told yourself to remember everything about him. Joe was a person you never wanted to forget.

“My dad was the best at it, though,” he said, referring to his favorite dish from the restaurant, which he had described to you. “No one does it like he did.”

“He did?” you asked. “Past tense?”

He swallowed, and looked down at his hands for a fleeting moment before meeting your eyes again. He took your hand.

“Yeah,” he said stiffly. “He passed away last year.”

“Oh, Joe, I’m so sorry,” you said earnestly. “I can’t even imagine.”

“It’s been kind of a lonely year,” he choked out. “We were really close.”

“Come here,” you said, and you pulled him close to you.

Once again, you simply held each other. You knew now, without a doubt that Joe was your strongest connection so far. You felt something with him that you had not felt with anyone in a long time, even on the previous season of The Bachelor. He was special.

You broke apart and he smiled at you again.

“Thanks for opening up to me,” you said. “I really appreciate it.”

“Thanks for being such a sweetheart,” he replied.

You held each other’s gaze for another moment. Then, before either of you really noticed, you were leaning in. He met you halfway, and claimed your lips in a soft kiss. It was rather chaste at first, before deepening into more. When you met there in the middle, it was all fireworks inside your heart. Bursting with joy. Just as you were.

The rest of the evening went well. The men were polite, charming, funny, and so, so handsome. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be getting to know them. As things were winding down, Chris Harrison placed the First Impression Rose on the coffee table in front of the men. They all eyed it hungrily.

You were talking with Gwilym when a producer told you that the rose was waiting. You really liked Gwilym, but you knew who the First Impression Rose was going to. You finished up your conversation and headed inside.

When you returned, there were fewer men there, as they had sort of spread out after the Lee situation. You didn’t mind.

“Hi, gentlemen,” you said, picking the rose up off the plate. “Anyone seen Joe?”

“He’s out on the balcony with Rami,” Ben told you.

“Thanks,” you said, and headed that way.

The guys all looked at each other and sighed.

“Guess we know who’s getting that rose,” Taron said.

You went out to the balcony and found Joe and Rami there. You greeted them warmly.

“Joe, can I borrow you for a second?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he told you.

He followed you back to where you talked before. You took a seat beside him on the couch and smiled.

“Joe,” you said. “I want to thank you for comforting me after the drama and reminding me of the reasons I started this journey. You opened up to me, made me laugh, and you’re a pretty great kisser too.”

You laughed together a moment and he took your hand.

“You made a wonderful impression on me,” you said. “So, Joe...will you accept this rose?”

“Of course I will,” he replied.

“Yay!” you said softly, and then leaned forward to place it on his jacket.

When it was firmly pinned, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you again. This one was passionate and adoring. You nearly moaned into his mouth. His lips were so soft and he was so tender with you, it was like a dream. You sighed when he pulled away.

“I like you, Y/N,” he said.

“I like you too,” you replied.

Your cheeks hurt from all the smiling.

Before too much longer, it was time for the rose ceremony. Chris Harrison announced it to the men and the producers told you. You followed them out to let them know your decisions. You were happy that Joe, at least, could relax.

The men lined up and you stood before them. You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, knowing you were about to hurt some feelings. Rose ceremonies were never easy, and you understood how each of them felt because you had been in their position before.

“Thank you to all of you for being so brave and letting me get to know you,” you began. “Unfortunately, this is the hard part, where I have to say goodbye. Please know I’m just following my heart, and I wish all of you the best of luck in your own journeys to find love.”

You picked up the first rose. The air thickened in the room.

“Rami,” you said.

He released a breath and came over to you.

“Rami, will you accept this rose?” you asked.

“I will,” he replied, and you pinned it on him.

You picked up the second rose, eyes searching for the name you were about to say.

“Ben,” you said.

“Yes,” he whispered and jogged a little to reach you sooner.

“Ben, will you accept this rose?”

“Always.”

You picked up the next one.

“Allen,” you said.

“Thank God,” he sighed in his adorable Irish accent.

You giggled. “Allen, will you accept this rose?”

He did. You continued to call names. Taron, Richard, Eric, Kenny, Mike, Jared, Wells, John, and a few other guys you liked - Jordan, John Paul, and Luke. Finally it was down to Gwilym and four other men.

“Gentlemen, Y/N,” said Chris Harrison as he stepped out. “This is the final rose tonight.”

You locked eyes with Gwiylm.

“Gwilym,” you said.

He nearly double over with relief.

“Thank goodness,” he said as he walked up.

“Gwilym, will you accept this rose?”

“Every time,” he replied. “Thank you.”

He re-joined the men as you looked at them.

“Guys, I’m sorry,” Chris said. “If you did not receive a rose, take a moment, say your goodbyes.”

The four men clapped their neighbors on the back before they approached you one by one. They hugged you and said soft goodbyes before leaving the mansion. The last one wished you luck, which you appreciated. You hated to do this part, but it was all part of the journey. You were excited about the group in front of you now. These were the men that really had your attention. You all gathered together for another champagne toast.

“Here’s to moving forward and learning everything we can about each other,” you said. “To love!”

“To love!” they repeated as glasses clinked all around you.

It was going to be a very good eight weeks.

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bow-woahh · 4 years

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Chapter 1. Just... chapter 1

Send me your favorite scene/chapter from one of my works and I’ll post a DVD commentary on it.

okay I'm gonna assume you mean chapter 1 of bloom since it's my latest fic haha.

Originally, bloom was literally meant to be a little one shot based on this post someone sent me, which very quickly spiralled out of control. So even though I left seeds of things in that first chapter, I never thought they'd actually be explored. But I loved it so much that I wanted to expand on the world and began properly outlining after either this chapter or like chapter 2.

First of, the title of the whole fic and every chapter is a different song lyric. Some of the songs (all in the playlist) really accurately describe mainly Catra's feelings or what she's going through, while other ones are just more of bops that although had one or two relatable lines, they're not as meaningful and are there to more or less fulfill the vibe/feeling I'm going for. you showed me your smile and my cares were gone fits into the latter category.

Now onto the chapter itself!

She'd been dancing when she’d run into her ex’s friends. Then her ex.

So I know it was a big question in this chapter who Catra's ex was, because it was never revealed since it really wasn't that significant and isn't in the rest of the fic either. Initially I thought of having her ex be DT but decided against it just because it didn't feel right. Because she probably won't make any appearances in the fic (besides mentions), I think it's only fair that I tell you guys a little bit about her.

So, her name's Roxanne and she just graduated high school (she went to Bright Moon High) when Catra finished her sophomore year so she's 18/19 now. They met at a party when Catra was still back at Horde High (when she was 15) and after a couple of months of knowing each other they got together. She was Catra's first girlfriend which...other than serving to reaffirm her sexuality to herself it was not a great relationship and definitely did more harm than good, especially towards the end.

So she put in her earphones, chose her late night vibes playlist and scrolled through Twitter.

Someone once asked me to also make a playlist of what Catra listens to and I would if finding all the songs for every chapter didn't traumatise me but after thinking about it, in this playlist she'd have some Frank Ocean songs, Bruno Major, Harry Styles, some X songs on this playlist. Oh songs by this one artist called keshi - very chill and I can imagine she'd jam to that.

Adora Grayskull: the captain of the lacrosse team, adored by many, quite possibly the whole school, teachers and students alike.

I don't know why out of all the sports I chose lacrosse. But I did. So. More work for me.

Maybe she added all her classmates. Yeah—that was probably it.

Okay so this is in reference to Adora adding Catra to her private story and while, yes, she'd be fairly liberal with who she added to her private story, she also specifically added Catra hoping that she'd get added to hers (to no surprise, Catra doesn't have one) or that it'd somehow start a conversation. It did. Eventually.

There was, just not what she’d expected—a picture of her ceiling and the caption: skipped out on party, bored at home - smbdy hmu?

Adora is the type of teen who cares more about the food at a party and the company rather than the drinking culture and dancing. Combine that with the fact she's also just a workaholic and I can imagine that if Glimmer and Bow didn't drag her out to most parties she'd go to slim to none of them.

Catra was sitting on the bench still, bopping her head side to side, only slightly tipsy and now listening to her guilty pleasures playlist—mostly consisting of pop music—when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Taylor Swift is 1000% on this playlist.

Taking a step closer, Adora opened her mouth, then closed it, opened it again and settled on saying, “I...was I not meant to? Because you did kind of ask, and then I responded, so I—”

Adora is such a dork here, I love it. Like she's just so awkward but she's also simultaneously radiating himbo energy and I love it lmao. As the chapters progress, she does have less moments like these because she's obviously gotten more comfortable around Catra but there are times when this energy comes back and it so much fun to write.

Catra was widely known in school, which she supposed was similar to Adora, but for all the wrong reasons.

Although Catra is super smart, she was obviously held back by being in an environment like Horde High and it got to a point (near the end of her time their especially) where she didn’t really care and was really acting out. And even though she wanted a fresh start at BMH, her reputation massively carried and it only got worse when she broke up with her girlfriend and she outed her and started spreading even more rumours, some of them completely untrue just to stir the pot. Basically, fuck Roxanne, all my homies hate Roxanne.

Adora held out one of the sweatshirts she had under her arm. Briefly hesitating, Catra took it, muttering a ‘thanks’ before putting it on. She wasn't sure if Adora watched her as she did. Unsurprisingly, it was a size or two big, as Adora was a little taller, and definitely had more muscle. But it was warm, and it smelt like it was fresh out of the laundry, and it’d been worn by Adora Grayskull—Bright Moon’s star athlete.

At this point, Catra very much only sees Adora as this popular girl who everyone loves, because that’s how everyone else sees her. And even though she prides herself in not caring about that kind of thing, she still can’t help but be a little star struck that she’s wearing Adora Grayskull’s clothes. Because how many people can say that they have? Also, pretty girl, she gay.

They got to her truck, with Adora getting in after shutting Catra’s door for her (apparently it shut better from the outside) and went to put her keys in the ignition.

This is kinda true, but also kinda bullshit. Adora is just chivalrous. Also, I’m surprised I haven’t written this in yet, but her truck’s called Swift Wind.

“Really, Grayskull?” Catra asked again. Adora gave her a blank look in return, so she continued with a sigh. “Okay well, not only was she just a shitty person, but she pretty much outed me, to the whole school. Ring any bells?”

Bright Moon High is definitely not the Horde, so most people aren’t dicks, or raging homophobes, but after a slew of bad experiences Catra had witnessed and some she’d been apart of at the Horde, she obviously wasn’t ready to come out of the closet there and being at BMH didn’t change that. But because she was outed, she didn’t really have a say in it and being from a Horde High, some people who aren’t even necessarily homophobic would use that against her.

That was when Catra looked down and realised she’d forgotten to take off her sweatshirt.

The sweatshirt is definitely going to make a reappearance. Maybe in a different form. Like I just love this trope, it’s so cute and you can’t convince me otherwise so.

Anyway, that’s the end of this commentary thing, I had a lot of fun, and if you guys liked it, feel free to leave another in my ask box! Chapter 8 is coming I promise, I’m just finding it hard to find time to write now that I’ve started A-Levels but hopefully it can be out this week! (:

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The Other Half - Part 1

badboy!Jimin x richgirl!reader ft. bts, nct 127, twice, red velvet, got7, blackpink and exo

Word Count: 10k+

Summary - In Winchester, y/n has it all. Gorgeous and glamorous. A friendship group just as gorgeous and glamorous. Fantastic grades. A handsome boyfriend with a family just as successful as hers. A doting dad and a brother just as beautiful as she is. An amazing school, and an even more amazing house. As many cars and clothes and bags and shoes, and as much makeup and money she could ever ask for. But when Winchester Academy puts on an exchange programme with Burnley Tech School, a high school in an underprivileged area, two completely different worlds collide, and y/n has her hands full, practically overflowing, dealing with her exchange partner, bad boy Jimin with a whole lot of baggage…

DISCLAIMER - I do not know some of these idols very well and so the portrayal of their personalities and behaviour are not 100% accurate. They are also dramatised and changed for the purpose of this story. Please do not consider my portrayal of these idols as my opinions on them.

Warnings - talk of weight and dieting, toxic relationship, bad language, classism, mild sExUaL ReLaTiOnS towards the end, I think that’s it lol

a/n: so here is part one ! have a lil new years gift from me lol, lmk what you think so far and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist x

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‘y/n, what are you doing?’ Jaehyun asks as I take my seat opposite him in the dining room, father sat between us at the head of the table. ‘What do you mean?’ I ask in confusion as I start up my laptop, ready to finish my English homework. ‘Why are you in your pyjamas?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘I’m going to bed soon. You know I hate being tired on a Monday morning,’ I say, and Jaehyun shakes his head despairingly at me. ‘y/n, we’ve gotta be there to pick the exchange students up in, like, half an hour,’ he says, and I sigh, having completely forgotten about that. ‘Shit,’ I curse, and father looks up from his laptop with a raised eyebrow. ‘Sorry, daddy,’ I say, and he gives me a small smile before going back to his work. ‘Can’t you just pick mine up as well, Jae? I really can’t be bothered to go,’ I say, and Jaehyun shakes his head. ‘No way, y/n. That’s not a great impression, is it?’ he says, and I pout. ‘Please, Jae, I don’t wanna get changed,’ I whine, and he shakes his head. ‘Dad, tell her,’ he says, and I scowl, knowing exactly what’s going to happen.

‘What are you two bickering about now?’ father asks. ‘y/n’s asking me to pick her exchange student up because she doesn’t want to get changed, but I said no because it’s not a great impression,’ Jaehyun says, and father looks at me. ‘Sweetheart, your brother’s right, I bet your exchange student would be hurt that you haven’t gone to pick him or her up. Go get changed, darling, and then you can leave in fifteen minutes so you’re there with plenty of time,’ father says, and I whine, getting up from my seat and stomping out of the dining room and all the way up to my room. I change out of my comfy pyjamas into a pair of blue high waisted ripped jeans and a pink cable knitted jumper, putting a black longline coat over the top and a pair of black sock boots on my feet. I put all my jewellery back on, matching Chanel set and all, and put my phone and lip-gloss into my pink Chanel clutch. When I head back downstairs, Jaehyun’s waiting beside the front door for me.

‘Come on, we’re gonna be late,’ he says, throwing me my car keys and I catch them deftly. We both shout goodbyes to father as we leave, hearing a faint goodbye back. I check the keys Jaehyun threw me, seeing that they’re the Audi ones, and I grin, surprised that he remembered which car’s my favourite. ‘Do you wanna drive next to each other, or just meet there?’ he asks as he climbs into his car, head hanging out of the door. ‘You go ahead, boy racer,’ I reply, Jaehyun winking at me as he shuts his door, racing out of the driveway mere seconds later. I climb into my Audi but before I can pull off, our valet, Changwoo, appears and I roll down the window. ‘Miss, will you or either your father or brother be using any of the other cars tonight or should I put them back into the garage?’ he asks. They’ve all been washed today, hence why they’re still out on the circle drive, shining in the setting sun. ‘I won’t, and neither will Jae. You’ll have to ask father though, he might have urgent business. You know what he’s like,’ I say, Changwoo letting out a light laugh. ‘Okay, miss. Good luck with your exchange student,’ he says, and I grin, the entire household excited about having two new temporary members of the family. ‘Thank you,’ I reply before rolling the window back up. I pull off and drive the short journey to school, getting there within ten minutes. When I pull onto the school car park and into my designated spot, the others are all already there and waiting for me, the sun having nearly set, a gentle glow cast over them all. ‘About time,’ Haechan says as I climb out of the car and I flip him off as we all begin to head to the front drive of the school where we know their school coaches will be arriving.

‘Ah, you’re all here,’ Miss Jung says when we join the other students all stood around waiting for their exchange students. This programme was only offered to our year group, so all sixty of our year group are here, no parents to be seen. That’s one thing about the lives we live; our parents are only with us if they need to be. ‘Right, students, listen up! Your exchange students have had a long drive here so they’re most likely going to be tired and hungry. Make sure you feed them and get them to bed asap and save the house tours for tomorrow. Only tell them the most urgent things they need to know, and you can fill them in completely tomorrow after school,’ Miss Jung says just as a coach pulls up. ‘That’s strange. There’s supposed to be two coaches,’ I hear her say under her breath to another of the teachers, all of them heading to the coaches to greet the students. We’re all eager to catch glimpses of the students, and we’re pleasantly surprised when the first one gets off the coach.

He’s tall, handsome and broad, dimpled with dyed grey hair. He’s dressed fashionably in comfy, casual wear, a neck pillow around his thick neck, and offers a small smile when he sees us all staring. ‘They don’t look poor,’ Taeyong says to me as we watch them come off the coach. The boys are pretty much all good-looking, and the girls are all really pretty, all of them dressed fairly fashionably. Obviously not in designer labels like we are, but I spot a couple brands here and there. Admittedly, they wear Trapstar and Billionaire Boys Club (ironic) to our Moncler and Balenciaga, and Calvin Klein and Diesel to our Balmain and Valentino. Once they’ve all emptied off the coach and gotten their luggage, there’s only about 30 of them, and our teachers speak to their teachers, the rest of us speaking with hushed voices. I inspect them all, a couple other of the boys catching my eyes. There’s a cute one with dark hair and a bunny smile, but he’s about twice my height, another handsome boy with dark hair and a heart shaped smile, slim and toned by the looks of it. A shorter boy stands with the first one I saw, wavy grey hair and a smaller frame with the cutest gummy smile.

The teachers start to read out some of the pairs, all of us listening eagerly. Jaehyun gets paired with the cute one with the bunny smile and they leave almost straight away. Taeyong gets paired with a pretty brunette, slim and long-haired with porcelain skin. I can feel the jealousy bubbling up, but it quickly subsides when he captures my lips in a quick kiss before leaving with her, blowing another kiss over his shoulder at me. Jihyo gets paired with the tall dimply guy, Dahyun gets paired with the short curly haired guy and Momo gets paired with the heart-shaped smile dark-haired guy. Johnny, Doyoung, Mina and Chaeyoung get paired with the other four of Taeyong’s partner’s friends, and those pairs have met and left whilst the rest of us are still stood around waiting. ‘Students, the other coach will be here shortly, it just got delayed,’ Miss Jung announces, the rest of us groaning. ‘They won’t be long, stop complaining,’ she mutters, coaxing laughs from our friendship group.

‘That boy Jae got paired with is cute, don’t you think?’ Nayeon says, and I roll my eyes. ‘Johnny left literally a minute ago. Down, girl,’ I say amusedly, the girl giggling at my reply. ‘Says you. We all know what you and Taeyong get up to,’ she replies, and I hit her gently on the arm. ‘Shut it, dumbass, no one knows about that except for you,’ I say, and she laughs maniacally. ‘Remember that when you’re mean to me again,’ she says warningly, and I roll my eyes at her. ‘Did you see who Tae got put with? If he doesn’t tap that, he’s stupid,’ I hear Haechan saying, and I turn with an indignant look on my face. ‘First of all, Dahyun is your girlfriend. Second of all, excuse me, I’m right here,’ I say, and he puts an arm around me with a smirk on his face. ‘Don’t be offended, babe, you’re better. He’d be even stupider if he didn’t tap you,’ he says, and I look at him incredulously. ‘Again, Dahyun is your girlfriend,’ I say, and he grins. ‘That’s neither here nor there,’ he replies as the other coach arrives.

I feel excitement bubbling up inside me as the coach pulls to a stop, knowing my partner is about to walk out of the coach door. I watch eagerly as another group of thirty leave the coach, dressed similarly, and there are a couple that catch my eye. Possibly one of the most handsome boys I’ve ever seen, dark hair swept back from his face, plump pink lips and a loud laugh that sounds distinctly like window wipers. Another boy, tall and built, manly and broad, dark wavy hair and a boxy smile. The teachers start to call out the pairs and when I hear my name, I practically sprint over to them. ‘y/n, this is your partner, Park Jimin,’ Miss Jung says, moving aside to reveal my partner to me. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him; swept back purple hair with streaks of blue in it, plump shiny lips, dark piercing eyes, and smooth clear skin. Mile long legs, a small waist and bigger shoulders, his body slim and toned through his black slim-fit Puma sweatpants and black Fila hoodie, silver rings adorning his fingers and silver earrings hanging from his ears.

‘Hi, I’m y/n,’ I say, offering a hand to him, and he takes it after a moment, shaking it firmly. His hand is warm and soft, and the rings are cool and firm, a pleasurable contrast. Our hands fall away at the same time and Miss Jung smiles at us. ‘I’m sure you two will get on well; y/n will be a great host, Jimin,’ Miss Jung says, the boy simply nodding. ‘Well, off you go. Remember, be here on time tomorrow morning!’ she says, and we both nod. ‘Do you want a hand with your bags?’ I offer as Miss Jung and his teacher move away from us. ‘I’ve got them, thanks,’ he says, his voice… nice. Low but not low at the same time. Gravelly but light. Melodious. ‘Well, I’m parked in the car park, it’s just this way,’ I say, and we begin to walk towards the car park, Jimin wheeling his cases along behind him. ‘How was the drive?’ I ask, and he shrugs. ‘It was okay. As good as a six-hour long journey away from your home and parents can be,’ he says, and my heart goes out to him. I also feel a bit guilty, but I know it’s not my fault. ‘Well, it kinda sucks, but hopefully you’ll enjoy yourself here,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Hopefully,’ he says, and we fall into a slightly awkward silence.

When we reach the car, I unlock it and open the boot, helping him lift his bags in. I shut the boot as he climbs in the passenger side, and I get in the driver’s side. Being in such close proximity with him in an enclosed space, I can smell his scent on the air. He smells distinctly of a nice cologne and, curiously, almost of baked goods. I must be mistaking something else for that, because why would he smell of baked goods? ‘Audi, can you text Jaehyun and ask if he’s getting takeaway or getting Eunha to cook something?’ I say, the dashboard lighting up. ‘Of course, y/n,’ the car replies as I start the car and reverse out of my parking space. ‘You can talk to your car?’ Jimin says, and I nod as I pull out of the car park. ‘It stops me from having to pull over whenever I want to send a text,’ I reply, and he chuckles, just as the car beeps to signal a reply from my brother. ‘Jaehyun replied ‘Eunha made us dinner, don’t get takeout, and get back soon, the food’s getting cold.’ Would you like to reply, y/n?’ ‘No, thank you, Audi,’ I reply before clicking the play button on the steering wheel, my music quietly floating out of the speakers. ‘How the other half live, huh?’ Jimin says drily.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I ask neutrally, trying not to take it offensively but not sure how else I should take it. ‘It means, you have a car that you can talk to, a chef at your house, I presume, and you’re decked out in expensive designers. I’m guessing your daddy’s a rich businessman and your mummy’s a pretty housewife, and you’ve got loads of staff and loads of clothes and a rich boyfriend and everything a girl could ever ask for. Like a princess,’ he says, almost venomously, and I shrug. ‘I guess you’re right. Except for one thing,’ I say, and he chuckles. ‘What’s that then?’ he asks. ‘My mum’s not a housewife. She’s dead,’ I say, and he falls silent. ‘Sorry. That was mean of me. I shouldn’t have said all that. It’s not your fault you were born rich and I… wasn’t,’ he says after a few moments of awkward silence, almost ashamedly, and I shrug again. ‘It’s okay. Just… I wouldn’t adopt that kind of attitude at school tomorrow, not in front of the Winchester students anyway. It’d probably do you more harm than good,’ I say. ‘Thanks for the advice, princess, but I can look out for myself,’ he says, the lack of emotion in the words having me taken aback. ‘Don’t call me that,’ I say. ‘What?’ ‘Princess,’ I reply, and he doesn’t say anything. Neither of us do, the rest of the drive home, and I curse Miss Jung for putting me with this guy. How am I supposed to get along with him when he clearly already hates me, my friends, my family, and everything we stand for? This exchange programme is going to be… fun.

When we pull up to the house, I can sense he’s biting his tongue and continues to do so when Changwoo comes rushing up and carries his bags up to the house and is still continuing to do so when Changwoo takes my keys with a bow and a ‘Goodnight, miss’. ‘Welcome to your temporary home,’ I say as a couple of the staff appear. ‘Welcome back, miss. Welcome, sir,’ they chorus as they take Jimin’s bags. ‘They’ll put them in your room,’ I say as I lead him through the foyer, the boy still watching the staff go up the grand staircase, and into the kitchen. The kitchen is one of my favourite rooms in the house, all sleek marble surfaces and cool devices that make my life easier when I’m cooking. Jaehyun and his exchange partner, the bunny smile boy, are sat at the breakfast bar, eating the banquet Eunha’s laid out for us, made up of many different dishes, kimchi, japchae, samgyeopsal and bulgogi to name a few. Both boys look up when we walk in, bunny boy’s bunny smile appearing when he sees Jimin. ‘Hyung!’ he exclaims, mouth full of food, and I try my hardest not to grimace at the sight. ‘What did I do to get put in the same house as you?’ Jimin mutters as bunny boy jumps up from his seat, pulling the other boy into a hug. ‘Jaehyun, this is Jimin. Jimin, this is my twin brother, Jaehyun,’ I say, the two shaking hands. ‘Jungkook, this is y/n, my sister. y/n, this is Jungkook, or JK,’ Jaehyun says, bunny boy – Jungkook – holding out a food covered hand to me. I shake it lightly with the best smile I can muster up as Jimin takes a seat on the breakfast bar, Jungkook re-joining them.

I walk around to the other side of the island, washing my hands before I open the fridge and get out the bottle of fresh organic fruit juice that’s delivered for me every day. ‘Aren’t you eating, y/n?’ Jaehyun asks, and I shake my head, taking a sip of the juice, all three boys watching me. ‘I’m not hungry. I might just have an apple or something,’ I say, and Jaehyun shakes his head. ‘You should eat more, y/n. It’s not good for you,’ Jaehyun says, and I shake my head. ‘I eat plenty. Taeyong took me for food at 4, remember?’ I say, and my brother raises an eyebrow. ‘And what did you have?’ he asks. ‘A salad,’ I say, the boy shaking his head again. ‘Did Taeyong order that for you?’ he asks. ‘No, I ordered it myself,’ I lie, Jaehyun raising an eyebrow. ‘He’s just looking out for me,’ I say sulkily, and Jaehyun shrugs. ‘Whatever. Don’t come crying to me when you’re malnourished because all you eat is rabbit food,’ he says, and I stick my middle finger up at him, Jimin and Jungkook having watched the entire exchange with interest.

For the next ten minutes, the boys make conversation, getting to know one another as I nibble on an apple and sit on my phone, Nayeon texting me about how good looking her exchange student, Mark, is. Once they’re finished eating, I pick up all the plates and pile them into the dishwasher. ‘Do you guys wanna look around or do you wanna just save that for tomorrow and go to bed?’ I ask, Jungkook and Jimin exchanging a glance. ‘Um, I think we’ll just go to bed,’ Jimin says, the other boy nodding in agreement. Jaehyun and I walk them up to their rooms, me trailing behind the three of them. At this rate, it seems Jaehyun will end up with two exchange partners. Jaehyun stops at Jungkook’s room with him and I stop with Jimin at his room, the one opposite Jungkook’s. ‘So this is your room,’ I say, Jimin stepping in. He looks around, and I can see him trying to hide how impressed he is, just sitting at the edge of the bed as he takes everything in. ‘We start school at 9, so what time do you want waking up?’ I ask. ‘What time do you get up?’ he asks me. ‘Um, like, 6 usually,’ I say, and his eyes widen. ‘What for?’ he asks. ‘Well, I gotta shower, do hair and makeup, get changed. It takes a while,’ I say sheepishly, and he rolls his eyes. ‘I’m happy to wake up at 7.30,’ he says, and I nod, turning to the control pad set into the wall. I set an alarm for 7.30 and he watches with a mixture of interest and amazement.

‘Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning, then. If you need anything, my room’s just next to yours, and I’ll obviously be awake from 6 onwards, so just come knock,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Thanks,’ he says before coughing awkwardly. ‘Do you need anything else?’ I ask, and he shakes his head. ‘Well, okay. Goodnight, then,’ I say, and he gives me a false close-lipped smile. I shut the door, sighing once it’s closed, and turn to see Jaehyun just retreating into his room, opposite mine and next to Jungkook’s. I head into my room, shutting the door behind me and flop down onto the bed. I was so excited about this exchange thing, and now I’m completely deflated. My exchange student hates me, and already prefers my brother. This is gonna be a hell of a long month.

‘Your love, your love, your love, I miss that,’ I sing gently as I dab colour correcting concealer beneath my eyes and on the few blemishes on my face before squirting my foundation in blobs on my cheeks, nose and forehead. My hair’s wrapped up in a towel and I have a towel wrapped around my body too, having gotten out of the shower just a little while ago. I’m still singing when I hear a quiet knock on the door. It must be Jaehyun; he usually wakes up around this time and comes bothering me for something or another. ‘Come in!’ I call out, watching in the mirror of my vanity table as the door swings open slightly, Jimin popping his purple head through. Damn. I forgot about him. ‘Sorry to, uh, disturb you, y/n,’ he says, a light blush painting his cheeks, mirrored on my own. ‘It’s fine. What’s up?’ I ask, trying to look as normal as possible with patches of green and yellow concealer on my face. ‘What do I have to wear to school? Do you guys have, like, a uniform or do you wear your own clothes?’ he asks. ‘We wear uniform, there’s one for you in the wardrobe. If there’s an issue with the sizing, Jaehyun has spares he’s never worn. You can get them from his room, next door to mine. You seem around the same size as him. Once you’re done getting ready and stuff, you can go down to the kitchen. Eunha will have breakfast ready,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Okay. Thanks,’ he says, leaving embarrassedly, and I nearly scream from mortification.

I try to put his face when he saw my face out of my mind as I finish off my makeup, dry my hair and moisturise my body. I briefly run a straightener over my locks until they’re straighter than a homophobic white man, and put on some black underwear, putting my pink silk dressing gown over the top. I slide my feet into my fluffy slippers and head down to the kitchen, just to have some breakfast before I get changed. When I walk in, Jaehyun, Jungkook and Jimin are all sat in the same seats as yesterday, plates piled high with a traditional English breakfast. ‘Morning,’ I say, picking a small piece of bacon off Jaehyun’s plate, ducking from his hand swatting out at me. ‘Morning,’ the three reply as I head over to the fridge, my eyes lighting up when I see what Eunha’s prepared for me today; a mason jar full of fruit, yoghurt and oats (she does it nearly every day, and I never get tired of it). I take it out, along with a new bottle of my juice, and sit opposite them, getting a spoon out of one of the island drawers. ‘That uniform suits you guys. You’ll fit in well,’ I say truthfully, both Jimin and Jungkook looking handsome in their checked blazers, blue shirts and black trousers. ‘Thanks,’ they reply. ‘There weren’t any issues with the sizing, right?’ I ask. ‘No, it all fits,’ Jungkook replies, Jimin nodding in agreement, and I want to hit my head off the marble island. Why is it so hard to get a conversation going with either of them? It’s not like I’m speaking a different language.

‘What’s the girl’s uniform?’ Jungkook asks, and I nearly jump for joy about him making conversation. ‘Oh, we wear skirts the same pattern as your blazers, knee high black socks, black cardigans – but no one really wears them – and blue blouses. It’s quite cute, actually,’ I say, knowing many people hate their uniforms. I mean, I guess ours is unfashionable and lowkey ugly, but with a little… customisation, us girls rock it. ‘Sounds it,’ Jungkook replies with a grin, and I smile back, Jaehyun looking between us with a raised eyebrow. ‘y/n, you might wanna hurry up. We’ve gotta leave in, like, half an hour,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘I only have to get changed, I won’t be that long,’ I say. ‘Don’t you need to do your hair and makeup?’ he asks, knowing full well I’ve already done both. ‘Headass,’ I mutter, the three boys laughing. Great. Now, instead of two against one, it’s gonna be four against one.

Father walks in then, dressed in his work attire. Today’s suit is a grey check pattern I chose for him, and I must say, he looks very handsome. ‘Morning, kids,’ he says, heading to the fridge without a glance at us. ‘Morning, dad,’ Jaehyun and I chorus. ‘The exchange students are here, remember?’ I say, and father turns from the fridge to see Jimin and Jungkook sat on either side of his son. ‘Oh, welcome, boys. Sorry I didn’t have a chance to meet you last night, I was a little busy. I’m Jihwan,’ he says, holding out a hand to Jungkook. The boy takes it with a smile, introducing himself, before Jimin does the same, shaking my father’s hand with a charming smile. He didn’t smile at me like that. ‘How did you sleep, boys? Are the rooms sufficient?’ father asks. ‘They were great, thank you, sir,’ Jungkook says. ‘Oh, no, just call me Jihwan, son,’ father says before turning back to the fridge. He roots around for his breakfast when I can see it sat right in front of him. ‘There, daddy,’ I point out, and I hear Jimin cough behind me, nearly choking. I turn to see Jaehyun patting his back. ‘Do you want a drink, Jimin?’ I offer, and he shakes his head, still trying to clear his throat. ‘I’m good, thanks,’ he replies as father gets his plate out of the fridge.

‘What’s this?’ he asks, pulling a face at the plate in his hand. ‘It’s a vegetable omelette, daddy. It’s healthy,’ I say, and he looks at it disdainfully. ‘Here,’ I say, taking the plate from him. I put it into the microwave to reheat it, and put a couple slices of toast into the toaster as father takes the seat beside mine. ‘Why do I have to eat healthy?’ he complains, and I roll my eyes, taking another bite from my breakfast. ‘Because you eat unhealthy lunches nearly every day. Balance it out,’ I say. ‘I don’t eat unhealthily at lunch,’ he replies. ‘Meeting clients for lunch every day at posh restaurants probably isn’t as healthy as you think, daddy,’ I point out. ‘Yeah, y/n would know. Her and her man are practically nutritionists, you know. They watch their diets. Or rather, Tae watches y/n’s,’ Jaehyun says, and I give him a look, knowing I’m about to grilled. ‘What’s he talking about, sweetheart?’ father asks as I get his omelette out of the microwave. ‘Nothing, he’s just being silly,’ I reply as I take the toast out of the toast, spreading margarine onto it. I put the omelette on top of the toast and present it to father. ‘Thank you, sweetheart,’ he says, pressing a kiss to my temple.

‘I wouldn’t say him making you eat a salad is nothing,’ Jaehyun says, father raising an eyebrow at me. ‘He didn’t make me, I chose to,’ I reply as I pour father out some juice to go with his breakfast. ‘Sweetheart, if he’s controlling what you eat, I can speak to his parents,’ father begins, but I cut him off. ‘No! No. Daddy, it’s fine. We’re both eating healthy. He has salads too,’ I say pointedly, Jaehyun knowing Taeyong would rather die than eat a salad. ‘What did you have to eat yesterday?’ father asks, and I sigh. ‘I had one of these,’ I say, lifting up my mason jar, ‘for breakfast, I shared a stir fry with Nayeon at lunch when she came over, I had a salad with Taeyong at 4 and then an apple for dinner.’ ‘y/n, that’s one meal for me. You need to be eating more. If I don’t see a change in your diet, I’m putting you on a diet plan,’ father says, and I whine. ‘No, daddy, don’t. I’m fine. That’s more than enough food for me,’ I say, father shaking his head. ‘Don’t argue with me, y/n. Either change your diet yourself or I’ll change it for you,’ father says, and I pout, wanting to bang Jaehyun’s head against a wall. ‘Whatever. I’m going to get changed,’ I say, picking up my juice and trudging from the room. ‘You didn’t finish your breakfast!’ Jaehyun calls after me. ‘I’m not hungry!’ I call back in annoyance.

As soon as I get to my room, I throw off my dressing gown, fuming with Jaehyun for ratting me out like that. I’m eating plenty! And besides, there’s no space for women in our society who eat any more than what I eat now. If it makes father happy, I’ll start having a slice of toast with my breakfast. That won’t kill me. And then I’ll have a bigger dinner with them at home, and not eat at school. Perfect. I shrug my blouse on, buttoning it up, before pulling my socks on, tugging them up to my knees. My pleated skirt comes next, buttoned up along the side, and then I roll it up slightly, so it swishes around mid-thigh, before slipping on my school shoes, shiny black with a tiny, practically unnoticeable, heel on them, making me a couple centimetres taller. I put on all my jewellery; ring, earrings, bracelet and necklace, hairslides, all gold. I grab my black Tom Ford school bag – matching with Taeyong’s black Tom Ford backpack – and put in my phone, purse, charger, juice, on-the-go makeup bag, Chanel perfume, school books and pencil case. I head back downstairs, Jaehyun, Jungkook and Jimin all waiting at the door for me. Seeing Jimin stood up in his uniform, my heart pounds; he really is beautiful. ‘Sorry,’ I say sheepishly, embarrassed at them having to wait for me. ‘Whatever. Do you wanna go together or do you wanna take your own car?’ Jaehyun asks. ‘I’ll take my own car. Jimin, you can go with Jaehyun and Jungkook if you want?’ I offer, knowing he’d probably prefer to go with them than go with me. ‘No, it’s alright. I’ll come with you,’ he says, taking me by surprise and I nod with a smile, Jaehyun handing me my car keys. We head out the front door and spilt off to the two cars parked on the drive, Changwoo having moved them there for us.

Jimin and I climb into the Audi as Jaehyun and Jungkook get into the Mercedes, the two speeding off before I’ve even put my belt on. I put my bag in the back, Jimin doing the same, and I start up the car. ‘What do you wanna listen to?’ I ask Jimin, and he shrugs. ‘I don’t mind,’ he says. ‘No, you tell me. What kinda music do you like?’ I ask, and he thinks for a moment before answering, ‘I like RnB.’ ‘RnB’s my favourite. You’ve got good taste. Audi, play my RnB playlist,’ I say, Tory Lanez’s voice floating out of the car speakers a few moments later. ‘Do you allow eating in your car?’ he asks, and I nod, a bit confused. He reaches back into his bag and pulls out a bundle of tissues. He unwraps the tissues and I realise he’s brought an apple. He hands it to me, and I look over at him in confusion. ‘For me?’ I ask, and he nods. ‘Your brother and dad are right; by the sounds of it, you don’t eat enough. You didn’t even finish your breakfast. So have this,’ he says, and I take it with a smile, touched. ‘Thank you,’ I say.

‘It’s nothing. So, um, this Taeyong guy,’ he says, and I sigh, taking note of the grin that spreads across his face. ‘I know my dad and brother made him sound like an ass, but honestly, he’s a good guy. He’s just looking out for me. I used to struggle with my weight, and he cares about me. He doesn’t want to see me hate myself the way I used to. It might seem like he’s only doing it because he wants me to be skinny or whatever, but he’s doing it because he cares,’ I say, and he continues grinning as I take a bite of the apple. ‘I don’t know, he lowkey sounds like an ass,’ Jimin teases, and I roll my eyes. ‘Trust me, when you meet him, you’ll understand. Taeyong… he has good intentions,’ I say. ‘So what’s so great about this guy that you let him wife you?’ he asks, and I laugh to myself at his choice of words. ‘He, um… we were actually promised to each other. From childhood,’ I say, and Jimin’s mouth falls open. ‘You’re kidding? Don’t tell me that kind of stuff actually happens around here?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘My friendship group – there are twenty of us – all of our parents are friends, I guess. Associates. The ten boys and ten girls are all promised to each other. Me and Taeyong, Jaehyun and Mina, Nayeon and Johnny, Jihyo and Taeil, Tzuyu and Sicheng, Sana and Yuta, Chaeyoung and Mark, Momo and Jungwoo, Jeongyeon and Doyoung, and Dahyun and Haechan. In, like, five years’ time, we’ll most likely all be married to each other,’ I say, and Jimin shakes his head in disbelief. ‘So you don’t actually like this Taeyong guy?’ he asks. ‘No, I do. Of course I do. We fell for each other, despite being promised, I guess,’ I say, and he raises a sceptical eyebrow.

‘Well, this exchange thing will probably ruin some of these relationships, don’t you think?’ he says. ‘What do you mean?’ I ask. ‘I mean, rich kids have a reputation for being wild, you know? You don’t think a person of the opposite, or same, gender – you never know – living in their house will lead to any kind of cheating?’ he asks, and I shake my head. ‘We’ve all stayed… loyal for years, eighteen years to be precise, and you think that someone new living in our houses will change that? We go clubbing and stuff all the time, sometimes just on girls’ nights or boys’ nights, and nothing ever happens, so why would it now?’ I ask, and he shrugs, holding up his hands. ‘I don’t know. It’s just the rumours, you know?’ he says, and I shake my head. ‘You can’t always believe rumours,’ I reply, and he laughs. ‘So there weren’t any rumours about us poor kids, huh?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘Yeah, there were, but I knew better than to believe them,’ I say pointedly, and he whistles. ‘Well, I guess the kitty does have some claws. Forget I said anything, princess,’ he says, and I roll my eyes, wanting to change the topic.

‘Tell me about yourself, Jimin,’ I say. ‘What about me?’ he asks. ‘Anything. I don’t even know the first thing about you, just your name and your school,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Well, um… my birthday’s the 13th October,’ he says. ‘You’re a Libra,’ I observe, and he rolls his eyes. ‘Don’t tell me you believe in all that star sign stuff? I’m always hearing it from Seulgi, that the reason she’s failing Spanish is because Mercury’s in repogay or something like that, and now I’ve gotta hear it from you too?’ he complains, and I supress a laugh. ‘Retrograde. Mercury’s in retrograde. But that doesn’t matter, who’s Seulgi?’ I ask, and he shakes his head. ‘She’s just a friend. She’s on this exchange too, actually,’ he says, and I nod, wondering who’s partner she is. ‘Who’s she been put with?’ I ask, and he shrugs. ‘I don’t know, we weren’t on the same coach,’ he says, and I nod. That means they can’t be that close, otherwise they’d have been texting last night and he’d know who her partner is. Not that it matters anyway.

‘Well, what else is there to know about Park Jimin?’ I ask, and he grins. ‘I’m a drug dealer,’ he says lightly, and I laugh. ‘I’m being serious, Jimin, I wanna know more about you,’ I say, and he sighs. ‘I live with my younger brother and my parents on top of the bakery they own, so the house always smells like cake and bread and cookies and stuff,’ he says. It makes sense; that’s why I could smell baked goods last night. ‘Oh, my God, that’s so cute. Imagine how amazing that must be, the house always smelling of baking. I love that smell,’ I say happily, and he lets out a gentle laugh. ‘Not when you’re trying to be a tough guy, but your clothes smell like an old lady’s with too many grandkids,’ he says, and I laugh. ‘No, baking is a manly smell. I bet you get so many girls smelling like that,’ I joke, and he chuckles. ‘Yeah, loads,’ he replies with a smile.

‘So what are your parents and brother like?’ I ask, and he shrugs. ‘My parents are really chill. They don’t really put much pressure on me to do anything, just kinda go with the flow, but I know they want me to take over the bakery when I’m older. I wouldn’t mind it, but I guess I have other dreams. And then, my brother’s like a mini me. We’re really similar, so we argue a lot, but he’s like my best friend,’ he says, his words melting my heart. ‘That’s cute. It’s nice to hear that you have a good relationship with your brother; so many people at school practically hate their siblings,’ I say. ‘Not you and your brother, though,’ he says, and I nod. ‘People are always so surprised to find out me and Jaehyun are siblings because of how well we get on. I couldn’t imagine life without him,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Even if he does snitch to your dad about you undereating,’ he says, and I laugh, nodding. ‘He means well. Knowing him, he’ll probably make a dig about it to Taeyong today,’ I say as we pull into the school car park. ‘I would if I were him,’ Jimin says, and I roll my eyes.

‘It’s not Taeyong’s fault. Please, just… don’t prejudge him. He’s a good guy,’ I say, and Jimin shrugs. ‘I don’t know why you care. It’s not like my opinion of him matters,’ he says as I pull into my parking space, Jaehyun’s Mercedes on one side of us and Taeyong’s BMW on the other. ‘I still want people to like him. You always want people to like your boyfriend or girlfriend, right?’ I say, and he shrugs again. ‘I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had one,’ he says, and my mouth drops open. ‘No way,’ I say, and he nods. ‘It’s not that weird, you know? A lot of people don’t have boyfriends or girlfriends, and never have at this age,’ he says, and I nod. ‘I know, I know. It’s just… me and all of my friends have always had a boyfriend or girlfriend. The same one, since childhood. And even though me and Taeyong aren’t actually official, I can’t imagine life without a romantic figure in it,’ I say, and he tilts his head in confusion. ‘You’re not official?’ he asks. ‘No, we’re not. Neither of us have ever actually asked the other out,’ I say. ‘I guess you never have to if you’re already practically engaged,’ he says, and I nod in agreement, finishing off the apple.

‘Let’s go. I’ll introduce you to everyone,’ I say, reaching into the back to grab my bag. He grabs his bag too, and we both get out of the car. I lock it after us and lead him towards the courtyard, making idle conversation about today’s lessons. When we reach the courtyard, everyone’s already there, and our group has doubled due to the exchange students. Taeyong spots us first and heads over. ‘Let me guess; Taeyong?’ Jimin says under his breath. ‘Bingo,’ I reply, and he chuckles as Taeyong meets us in the middle of the courtyard. ‘Hey, babe,’ he says, snaking his arms around my waist and leaning down to press a kiss to my lips. I pull away after a couple seconds, knowing it’s probably awkward for Jimin. ‘Jimin, this is Lee Taeyong. Taeyong, this is Park Jimin,’ I introduce them. Taeyong grins at the purple-haired boy, holding out his hand, and Jimin shakes it firmly. ‘Nice to meet you,’ Taeyong says, and I notice his eyes flitting up and down Jimin, inspecting him thoroughly. ‘You too, bro,’ Jimin says, the casual term that no one around here uses catching both of us off-guard, Jimin noticing instantly. ‘Oh, my bad. Do you guys not speak like that?’ he asks, and I shake my head with a smile. ‘It’s alright. I have a feeling that in a couple days, all the Winchester boys will be calling each other bro,’ I say, both of them laughing. ‘Cool hair,’ Taeyong says to Jimin who grins at him. ‘Thanks. Yours is cool, too. I wanna go grey soon,’ Jimin says, referring to Taeyong’s newly grey locks, the result of a very messy group night out. ‘Thanks. Come on, come meet the others,’ Taeyong says, taking my bag from me, ever the gentleman.

Nayeon comes rushing over before we can even join the group, pressing a kiss to my cheek as Taeyong carries on, going to sit beside Jihyo and Taeil. ‘Hey, babes,’ she says, and I kiss her cheek back. ‘Hey, Nayeon. This is Park Jimin. Jimin, this is Im Nayeon,’ I say, and they shake hands. ‘You’re really good-looking, you know that?’ Nayeon says shamelessly, and I close my eyes wearily. ‘I didn’t actually, but thanks,’ Jimin laughs it off, and Nayeon laughs with him. ‘Here, let me get Johnny,’ Nayeon says, turning and calling for the boy who strolls over straight away. ‘Hey, y/n,’ Johnny says, pulling me into a side hug. For some reason, we all have a habit of hugging and kissing when we greet each other, despite spending hours together every day. ‘Hey, Johnny. This is Park Jimin. Jimin, this is Johnny Seo,’ I say again, and predictably, they shake hands in greeting. ‘Damn, no homo, but you’re one good-looking guy,’ Johnny says, and I look up to the sky despairingly. Every introduction goes similarly; they greet me, I introduce Jimin, they shake hands with him and compliment his appearance (he even gets a compliment on his lips from Sana). And once I’ve done all the introductions, Jimin turns to grin at me. ‘I don’t think I remember any of their names, but we move,’ he says, and I frown. ‘We move?’ I repeat, confused. ‘It’s an expression for like… whatever, life goes on. We move. But, anyway, let me introduce you to the BTS lot,’ he says. ‘BTS?’ I ask, feeling incredibly unintelligent at not understanding something he’s said twice in a row. ‘Burnley Tech School,’ he says before gently wrapping his hand around my wrist and leading me over to the boy I recognise as Jihyo’s partner.

‘Hey, Joon,’ Jimin says, the taller boy turning to face us. ‘Oh, hey, Chim,’ he says, my heart melting at the endearing nickname. ‘Chim, huh?’ I tease, and he rolls his eyes. ‘Don’t, princess,’ he mocks, and I swat at him. It’s almost like we’ve known each other for years, bickering like this. ‘Joon, this is y/n. y/n, this is Kim Namjoon,’ Jimin says, and I reach a hand out. The grey-haired boy takes it and shakes it firmly with a smile, dimples denting his cheeks. ‘Nice to meet you, Kim Namjoon,’ I say, and his smile widens. ‘It’s nice to meet you too, y/n,’ he says. ‘Have you met Jaehyun? They’re twins,’ Jimin says, Namjoon nodding with a look of realisation. ‘Ah, I can kinda see the resemblance,’ he says. ‘Don’t offend me,’ I joke, and he laughs. ‘Namjoon! Come meet Jennie!’ Jihyo calls and he sighs. ‘Duty calls,’ he says, and I grin. ‘Nope, just my chaotic best friend,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘It was nice to meet you, y/n,’ he calls over his shoulder as he goes to join Jihyo and Jennie, another boy stood beside them who must be Jennie’s exchange partner.

‘Kai got put with that girl, then. It’s interesting seeing everyone else’s pairs, don’t you think?’ Jimin says, and I nod in agreement. ‘His name’s Kai?’ I ask, and Jimin nods. ‘Well, that’s his nickname anyway,’ Jimin says. ‘Well, he’s Jennie’s type to a t, so that’ll be interesting,’ I say, and Jimin raises an eyebrow. ‘Yeah, I guess it will. Namjoon liked you,’ he says, and I feel a little buzz of happiness. Nothing makes me feel better than finding out I’m liked. ‘You think?’ I ask, and he nods. ‘I know. You charmed the hell out of him,’ he says, and I laugh. ‘I can’t help. I guess I’m a natural charmer,’ I say affectedly, and he rolls his eyes. ‘Calm down, Mrs Lee,’ he says, and I roll my eyes in response as someone approaches us. ‘Jimin, hey,’ the boxy smile boy says, putting an arm around Jimin. ‘Hey, Tae,’ Jimin says, and I feel my eyes widen. I can’t imagine Taeyong liking that someone else now shares his name. ‘Tae, this is y/n. y/n, this is Kim Taehyung,’ Jimin says, the boy shaking my hand with a flirty grin. ‘Nice to meet you, y/n,’ he says, and I grin back. ‘Nicer for me, I’m sure. Who are you paired with?’ I ask him. ‘Tzuyu. She’s nice,’ he says, and I smile. ‘Yeah, Tzuyu’s lovely. Just, uh, try not to get on her bad side,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘Is she a princess like you?’ Jimin teases, and I poke my tongue out at him.

Slowly but surely, I meet Jimin’s other friends. Min Yoongi, the short curly-haired gummy smile one, paired with Dahyun. Jung Hoseok, the heart-shaped smile boy, paired with Momo, who excitedly informs me that, ‘we’re both dancers!’ Kim Seokjin, the ridiculously good-looking boy with the plump lips, Sana’s partner. Mark Tuan, Nayeon’s partner that she was gushing about last night, and he is, indeed, very good-looking (not that the rest of them aren’t. They practically all are). Chaeyoung’s partner goes by Wendy, and she’s so pretty like the other girls; Mina’s partner, Irene, Doyoung’s partner, Yeri, and Johnny’s partner, Joy (Nayeon and Jeongyeon are not happy their boyfriends have been paired with such pretty girls - as am I, if I’m being honest - but what can we do?) Jeongyeon’s been paired with a boy called Do Kyungsoo, and I spot Doyoung sharking him from a few metres away, the sight having me stifling my laughter. Haechan’s been put with a boy called Kim Yugyeom and Sicheng’s been put with a boy called Choi Youngjae, much to Dahyun and Tzuyu’s delight. Taeil’s with a boy called Chen, Yuta’s with a boy called Lay, Jungwoo’s with a boy called Xiumin, and Mark’s with a boy called Suho. Then there’s Kai, paired with Jennie Kim, and then Jennie’s friends’ partners; Lisa Manoban with Bambam, Kim Jisoo with Byun Baekhyun and Park Chaeyoung (or Rosie as we call her) with Jackson Wang (who is one of the most beautiful specimens I’ve seen in my life). Kim Jisoo’s boyfriend, Park Jinyoung, is paired with a boy called Im Jaebeom, or JB as he tells me to call him (Nayeon goes around and tells everyone they’re siblings because they share the same surname. Namjoon jokes that he must have dozens of siblings at this school in that case). Rosie’s boyfriend, Park Chanyeol, is paired with a boy called Oh Sehun, all of us finding his surname immensely amusing.

Whilst I’m having a conversation with Rosie, Jackson, Chanyeol, Sehun and Jimin, Taeyong appears and slides an arm around my waist. ‘You still haven’t met my partner,’ he says, leading me away from the others. ‘I’m not sure I want to,’ I reply, and he chuckles. ‘Why not?’ ‘Because I saw her yesterday, and she’s gorgeous,’ I say, and he laughs again. ‘Not a patch on you,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Okay, yeah, she is pretty. But I’m more attracted to you than I am to her,’ he says, knowing how I feel about being mean about people’s appearances. ‘But, even if I was attracted to her, don’t act all jealous now. You’re not jealous about all those other girls I sleep with,’ he says, and I sigh. ‘Yeah, because they’re all one-time things. I don’t mind you sleeping with her; it’s just the living in your house and meeting your parents I don’t like. Remember, even if I’m not your girlfriend, I’m the one you’re going to marry. I still feel uncomfortable about this, you know?’ I say, and he nods at me. I can tell he’s trying to hold back a smirk, and I want to kick him for being so cocky. ‘I know. Trust me, I’m not too happy about purple-haired model boy living with you, not to mention the other cute bunny kid being there too. But it is what it is,’ he says, and I feel a bit of satisfaction about him being jealous too.

‘Seulgi,’ Taeyong says as we reach her, the girl turning to face us, her hair swishing around her face glamorously. So this is the astrology girl Jimin mentioned in the car. ‘This is y/n. y/n, this is Kang Seulgi,’ Taeyong says. I decide to be the bigger person and put my friendly smile on, holding a hand out. I’m taken aback when she throws her arms around me, pulling me into a hug, and I try not to stiffen up completely, hugging her back as naturally as one can hug a stranger. Taeyong stifles a laugh at my face over her shoulder, coughing to cover up the smile when she moves away from me. ‘It’s so nice to meet you. Taeyong’s told me all about you,’ she says with a wide smile, and I feel a bit bad for thinking ill of her. ‘Has he?’ I ask, raising an eyebrow at him, and he smirks. ‘Yeah, he’s a bit… whipped over you it seems,’ she says, and both of us give her a confused face. ‘Whipped?’ I ask, and she looks a bit surprised. ‘Oh, it just means, like… damn, what’s that posh word? Um… smitten!’ she exclaims when she remembers. ‘Ohhh,’ we both chorus in understanding, Taeyong frowning. ‘I wouldn’t put it like that,’ he begins, and I roll my eyes. ‘Grow up, Lee, we all know you love me,’ I tease, Seulgi laughing. Maybe she’s not that bad after all.

‘You two are so cute together. His parents love you too, they were talking about you last night,’ she says, and I feel a bit of heat rush to my face out of satisfaction. ‘What were they saying?’ I ask, and she smiles. ‘A lot. They said you’d be a good person for me to be friends with. They said to definitely go shopping with you because you have a nice fashion sense. Oh, and they said you’re a great influence on Taeyong. They said you make sure you never let him be led… what’s the word they used?’ she thinks. ‘Astray,’ Taeyong says, and she nods. ‘That was it,’ she says, and I smile. ‘Well, I love them too. The Lee family is amazing, you’re definitely lucky to be put with them. Is your sister visiting any time soon? It’d be nice for Seulgi to meet her,’ I say, directing the last bit at Taeyong. ‘I don’t know. I’ll have to text her or something,’ he says, and I nod. ‘That’d be nice. And we’ll have to make some plans for shopping together, y/n. Your partner’s Jimin, right?’ she asks, and I nod. ‘All four of us could go together. Or we could even invite some of the others,’ she says eagerly, and I nod again, thinking it’s a bit too soon to be making plans together. They only arrived less than 24 hours ago. ‘Definitely,’ I say, just before getting dragged off by Nayeon to compare my height to Mark Tuan’s (he says he’s 5’9’’, but Nayeon insists he’s taller than that).

Once all the introductions are done, and my head is full of names and faces that I’m struggling to match up, Miss Jung appears out of nowhere. ‘Students! It’s currently 9.25. You’re all late to your lessons,’ she says, all of the Winchester students groaning, knowing that if you’re later than five minutes, you get an hour-long detention. Imagine all 100 odd of us packed into one classroom together after school. It’ll be chaos. ‘But, I’m glad you’re all getting to know each other,’ she says with a smile, and I sigh in relief. ‘Can you all make your way to your lessons promptly? With your exchange partners. Oh, and we have an assembly at 11.30,’ she says, people already beginning to talk again as we walk towards the entrance, ‘do not be late!’

‘Wait, so let me get this straight. You guys are all gonna marry each other?’ Hoseok demands, all of us nodding. ‘But… do you even all love each other?’ Namjoon asks, and we all give some very half-hearted affirmations. ‘That sounded convincing,’ Yoongi says sarcastically, a laugh rippling around the group. ‘Well, I think it’s romantic,’ Yeri says. ‘Romantic? Outdated, you mean?’ Youngjae says, Yeri shaking her head. ‘You don’t think there’s something totally adorable about them being promised to each other since they were tiny little kids? It’s like destiny or something,’ she says. ‘Destiny is not when your parents decide who you’re gonna marry in like twenty-five years’ time, Yeri,’ Taehyung says exasperatedly.

‘y/n,’ Jimin says quietly, only catching my attention, the debate around the lunch table continuing. ‘Yeah?’ I reply. ‘Aren’t you eating?’ he asks, and I shake my head. ‘I’m not really that hungry,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘What? That apple filled you up?’ he asks, and I hold back a laugh as I nod. ‘Honestly, I’m fine. I don’t need to eat,’ I say. ‘Well, you kinda do. Just have something. What kind of snacks do you guys have here?’ Jimin asks. ‘Um, well, on a Monday, they do caviar and oysters,’ I say, and he blinks. ‘Caviar and oysters? Seriously? You guys aren’t that posh. Posh, but not that posh,’ he says. ‘I know, but we’re… rich, and rich people like eating stupid things,’ I say. ‘Yeah, but they do burgers and pizza and normal things for lunch, so why caviar and oysters as snacks?’ he asks. ‘Look around at what people are eating,’ I say, and he does so. All of the Winchester students are eating salads or fish or cheeses, and all the BTS students are eating ‘normal things’, like burgers and pizza. ‘They’ve only put this food on for us guys, right?’ he says, realising, and I nod, seeing no point in lying to him. ‘So do you guys not eat the kind of stuff we do?’ he asks, and I nod. ‘We do. Just not in public. We only eat that kind of stuff at home. Or after a night out,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘I’ve gotta go on one of these legendary nights out you guys keep talking about,’ he says, and I grin. ‘Trust me, they’re the best. You won’t remember most of it, but what you do remember will be a mixture of iconic and chaotic,’ I say, the boy chuckling. ‘I’m feeling like I might have to get super drunk to enjoy this night,’ he jokes, and I let out a laugh, putting a hand on his arm unconsciously as we laugh together. ‘It won’t be that bad. I think,’ I say, Jimin laughing. I’ve noticed that when he laughs, his eyelids practically cover his eyes, his smile breaks across his whole face and he does a full body laugh. It’s quite endearing, actually.

‘Jimin, tell Momo about the time you found that gecko in our hotel room,’ Hoseok says, barely able to get the words out because of how hard he’s laughing, and I make a mental note to ask Jimin afterwards about the time he found the gecko in the hotel room. I would listen to him telling the story now, but I make eye contact with Taeyong across the table and he does a little head movement as if to say, ‘get up’. I rise up from my seat, Taeyong doing the same, and we both walk towards the end of the table. When we meet, he grabs my arm in a subtly firm grip, not painful but not exactly comfortable either. He leads me out of the cafeteria, telling me to ignore the calls of our names from our friends. He carries on walking me down the corridor, looking through the windows into each classroom until he finds an empty one, kicking open the door and pulling me in after him.

‘I know I said earlier that ‘it is what it is’ but you don’t need to rub it in my face,’ he says, and I frown. ‘Rub it in your face? What are you talking about?’ I ask, and he lets out a harsh chuckle. His handsome and striking features are twisted slightly with annoyance, not enough for me to think he’s seriously angry. Just… riled. ‘Park motherfucking Jimin. Talking to him quietly, almost whispering, and laughing with him. Putting your hand on his arm like that,’ he says, and I look at him in confusion. ‘Tae, I was just talking to him. Nothing more,’ I say, and he lets out a humourless laugh before saying, ‘that’s not what it looked like.’ ‘Well, what did it look like?’ I demand, taking a step towards him. ‘It looked like you were flirting with him, y/n,’ he says harshly, taking a step towards me. ‘Well, I wasn’t, Taeyong,’ I reply, starting to get annoyed with him, taking another step closer. ‘It sure looked like it, though, and how am I supposed to take your word for it? Remember, babe, you only flirt with me in front of me,’ he reminds me, moving even closer.

He’s not wrong; part of our… agreement is that we can sleep with other people, but we can never show sign of any other relations with anyone else in front of each other. We both stick to it, never dancing with someone else in a club if the other can see, flirting with someone else if the other is present, telling the other about our sexcapades. I felt uncomfortable not knowing when he’d been with someone else though, so we added into the agreement that we have to let the other know when we have slept with someone. Not who with, when, where, how, why. Nothing other than that we have. Obviously, to Taeyong, I’ve just broken the agreement, and I understand why he’s so annoyed. ‘Okay, I promise you, I wasn’t flirting with him, but I’m sorry if that’s how I made it seem,’ I say, and he laughs darkly. ‘I’m not letting you off that easy, babe,’ he says, moving even closer to me and tilting my chin up so our eyes meet. He presses his lips to mine, my eyes sliding shut at the feeling, and he kisses me roughly, not holding back at all. His hands slide into my hair, pulling me even closer to him, and I melt into his body, my hands resting on either side of his sculpted face. After a couple minutes, he breaks away from me, both of us slightly breathless. He reaches out behind him, turning the lock on the door, and turns back to me with a grin, his expression almost sinister. ‘On your knees, babe,’ he says, unbuckling his belt with a dark smirk, ‘you’re gonna make it up to me.’

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Would You Lie With Me & Just Forget The World?

Chapter 2

SUMMARY: The world is a dangerous place. It can be big, scary, and almost overwhelmingly dark. But despite all the negative aspects, despite all the pain and turmoil, Katherine Howard has always found a brief reprieve in the other queens. Particularly, in her older cousin. (And as loathe as they are to admit it, the other queens have to agree with her.) Anne Boleyn can be chaotic, wild, and reckless … but she’s also passionate, kind, and effervescent. Her boundless energy acts as a barrier against the bad in the world. But when that barrier breaks and the world turns on its head, can Kat manage to navigate the turbulent waters without her cousin by her side?

CHAPTER ONE //

TW: Implied abuse/neglect, Implied sexual abuse, Panic Attack, Car crash

A/N: sorry this chapter took so long! I ended up having to trim parts out and it isn’t as smooth as I was hoping for, but this is one of the rougher chapters to set up because of all the background. (I’m setting this in my own AU verse/idea that I’m still writing up the lore for, if anyone wants to hmu for that feel free!)

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“Annie, I’m scared.”

Anne froze, the almost inaudible admission tugging at her heart. She climbed down from the garage roof as easily as she’d climbed up. “You don’t need to be scared, Kit. I’ve got you, okay? Just trust me.” Anne smiled mischievously, shooting her brightest gap toothed grin at her cousin.

Kitty visibly relaxed, and Anne showed Kitty how to use the materials lining the side of the building to get to the top. (After it, it wasn’t more than a few feet in the air.) But as ordinary as the view may have been, it was extraordinary because they were there together.

Anne dropped to book bag she’d brought with her, unrolling the blanket and wrapping it around Kat’s shoulders. “Can’t let the birthday girl get too cold now, can I?” She asked with a teasing grin. She reached into the bookbag, unaware of the surprise on her cousin’s face. She handed Kat some silly plushie she picked up at the store, and a (terribly smashed) attempt at a cupcake.

“You...you remembered?” Kat asked, looking down at the presents her cousin gave her as if they were the greatest thing in the world. The genuine shock in her voice startled Anne.

“Of course I did Kit...why wouldn’t I? It’s not everyday your favorite cousin turns seven, after all.”

“Dad and the boys sometimes forget...” Kitty attempted to appear nonchalant, although it was obvious she was upset.

“They do what?” Anne growled, and Kitty flinched away at the change in her voice. Not now, Anne chided herself, using every ounce of teenage self restraint she had in order to plaster on the cheesiest grin she could muster. “I’m sure they’re just...planning a surprise or something.”

“Maybe.” Kat mumbled, but it was clear she didn’t believe it.

They sat in silence, before Anne’s lips curved back into their usual grin. She nudged her younger cousin. “Why don’t you spend the night? We can play board games and watch movies. I’ll even let you-oh.”

She’d been cut off mid sentence by a hug, and found Katherine peering up at her. “You’re the bestest, Annie! I love you.” The younger girl’s face shone with excitement that hadn’t been there moments earlier.

Anne couldn’t help but mirror that joy. She ruffled Kit’s hair, laughing at the expression it produced. “I love you too, Kit. And I’m here for you. Always.”

But their short moment was cut short as her father’s voice echoed up from the ground down below. “ANNE BOLEYN, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW! THE LAST THING WE NEED IS YOUR POOR HABITS RUBBING OFF ON LITTLE KATHER-”

And with that, Anne woke with a start. She damn near fell off her bed with a yell, catching herself last minute and blinking sleep out of her eyes. The other side of the bed was empty. Thank god. It meant Kat had slept with Jane instead, and she hadn’t accidently interrupted what little sleep the girl managed to get. Anne flopped back down on her bed with a sigh. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, energy buzzing in her exhausted muscles demanding that she get moving. She glanced at the alarm clock. 6:03 A.M.

Well, that was as good a time as any to start the day, wasn’t it? She rolled out of bed, quietly, and made her way to the bathroom. She ran through her usual morning routines : brushing her teeth, throwing her hair up in a tight bun, changing out of her pajamas and into running gear. By six thirty, she was ready to run. With her headphones fixed firmly in her ears and music blasting, she let her muscles guide her. The song playing pulled up another memory, a little fuzzy around the edges but still soft enough to pull a smile from her.

Family Christmas parties, everybody’s favorite time. Except not really. Anne dealt with it as best she could, which was ignoring damn near everyone and doing her own thing. She was choreographing a dance routine to a song that had just come out, earbuds in and focus completely on the movement of each muscle in time with the beat. Which is why she didn’t notice George until it was too late. He slammed into her side roughly, knocking her off her feet and sending her sliding across the floor. Anne stared slack jawed for a moment, recovering her breath, before yelling “What the fuck George!”

“Careful Ninon, don’t let dear old dad hear you using that language.” George answered with a smirk, towering over her. The gleam in his eyes made it clear he was in one of his moods, which meant Anne was in for it. If there was one thing George excelled at, it was pushing her buttons.

“Why don’t you go bother Mary for once?”

“Because Mary’s actually socializing with the family, unlike you.”

“Sorry, not sorry, but I’m trying to have fun. I’m not interested in being judged for stupid reasons, okay? I just want to be left alone.”

“Don’t want to be judged, don’t give them reasons to judge you. It’s simple, really.” George answered with a shrug. “Besides, considering your …. reputation I don’t think they’re stupid reas-”

“I don’t really care about your opinion, George.” Anne snapped, face immediately heating up. She pushed herself to her feet, taking a couple steps away from him. “Maybe you should shut up.”

“Maybe you should stop being such a sl-” He didn’t get to finish that thought as a pink blur knocked into his legs. It caught him off guard; he flailed his arms wildly to no avail and ended up tripping over his own feet and landing on his ass. Anne blinked in surprise. George pushed himself to his feet quickly, visibly seething. “What the fuck!”

Ten year old Katherine Howard, about two feet shorter and at least a hundred pounds lighter, didn’t break eye contact with George from where she’d positioned herself; she stood directly in front of Anne as if she were a human shield. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.” She deadpanned.

“Brat.” George hissed, pointing a finger at the young girl menacingly.

Kat just shrugged, but she could feel her hands trembling. “Takes one to know one, right?”

Anne laughed, making her brother’s face flush six different shades of red. George, thoroughly humiliated and beyond angry, stormed off. Almost immediately Kat’s shoulders deflated. Anne pulled her younger cousin into a side hug. “KitKat, you are my hero.”

“We’re family.” Kat answered back, her voice muffled by Anne’s shoulder. “We always protect each other, don’t we?”

Anne smiled. “We do.”

The memory faded. The burning in her muscles, and the unfamiliarity in her surroundings, made it clear she’d gotten lost in her head longer than she’d meant to. Crap. It took her nearly an hour to find her way back. She made a beeline straight for the fridge once she did. She gave the calendar a quick glance as she opened the fridge to pull out a carton of orange juice, before doing a double take.

November 4th. Kitty’s birthday was less than a week away! How in the hell had that happened? Anne was usually on top of these things, but between the interviews and the show and her work on choreo...she could feel guilt flooding her system. Shit. She wracked her brain, trying to remember whether or not Kitty had been acting strange recently. She’d seemed a little lethargic but Anne had chalked that up to being overworked with the show…

She didn’t think twice. She rushed up to Cleves room, flinging the door open in a panic as she shook the other girl. “Anna!” She hissed, voice low but pressing. “Anna, wake up!”

“Anne…?” Anna asked groggily. “What time is it…”

“It’s eight.”

“What are you doing up? We didn’t go to bed until almost tw-”

“Shh, that doesn’t matter right now. I’m going to the store. Do you want to come?”

Anne’s voice brimmed with urgency, but Anna was too tired to register it. She buried herself deeper into her blankets. “With your driving? No thank you, Miss Boleyn, I choose life.” She waved a hand dismissively, eyes never so much as cracking open. The warmth of her bed was too enticing.

Anne heaved a sigh, but accepted Anna’s answer. She ran to the kitchen, scribbled a quick note on a post it, and attached it to the fridge.

Need to run some errands. Urgent. Be back later. XO, Anne.

And with that she disappeared through the door, the orange juice still sitting forgotten on the counter.

The shopping went quickly. Or well, as quickly as it could go when Anne Boleyn was involved. She spent hours loading her cart with Kitty’s favorite snacks and movies, picked up random little knick knacks that she thought Kitty might like. (Hell, she even managed to find some cute presents for the rest of the queens.) Brimming with excitement about her haul, and eager to show it to the others, Anne was in a phenomenal mood when she hopped back in the car. She was jamming along to every song coming over the radio, grinning from ear to ear.

The buzzing of her phone on the seat next to her snapped Anne out of her private karaoke concert. It was probably just Kat calling to check up on her. She could feel warmth spreading through her chest as she let out a breathless giggle, turning down the music and running a quick hand through her hair. She found Kitty’s worry endearing, although she half wished Kitty would realize that Anne would be fine. After all, she always was.

She half debated it letting it ring to voicemail, just until she could answer without taking her hands off the wheel. That was….until the name on the caller ID caught her attention.

THOMAS HOWARD.

Suddenly, all the mirth she’d felt drained out of her like air out of a popped balloon. She hadn’t spoken to her uncle in YEARS. The last time she’d seen him was the day that she had left, Kitty tucked under one arm and spare clothes under the other. He made good on his promise to ostracize both of them.

Kitty’s head is buried in the crook of her neck, tears staining the collar of her shirt. “I’m sorry,” Kitty chokes out between sobs, barely comprehensible. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Anne, it’s my fault. It’s all my fault.”

Anne could feel a storm building beneath her skin, aching to break free and wreck every single person that had driven her cousin to this. SHE WAS A CHILD! But over the last few years, Anne had watched the light drain from her eyes. She was just kicking herself for not realizing what was going on earlier… But she can’t focus on that. Not right now. Instead she rubs soothing circles on Katherine’s back, rocking the girl back and forth. “It isn’t your fault, Kit.” Emotion rubbed her voice raw, and it takes everything in her not to cry. “None of it is. Not a damn thing. Do you hear me? Not a single damn thing.”

If anything, that just seems to make Kat cry harder. “It is, it is Annie. I know it, and he knew it, and, and, and everyone knows it.” She’s cut off by a sob that shakes her frail shoulders. “He knew it, he said it, he-”

“He’s a piece of shit, Kit! I’m sorry, but it’s true. Your dad sucks. I wish it weren’t true, I wish you could’ve had the life you deserve. Somewhere far away from this bullshit.” Anne croaked out, a few silent tears falling as she fought to maintain a steady voice. “But you didn’t get that, instead life gave you a crappy hand and I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything. But I can promise you one thing.” Anne tucked Kitty’s head under her chin. “I know it isn’t much, but I’m here for you. Always. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’m right here. And I’m always going to be right here, okay?”

With a few sniffling breaths, Kitty nodded. Slowly, hesitantly, she held out a hand with her pinkie extended. In a small voice, she asked, “Pinkie promise?”

Anne was all too happy to link their fingers. “Pinkie promise.”

They made themselves more comfortable in the living room, still a tangle of limbs but this time a tangle of limbs under a blanket. Before drifting off to sleep, Kitty squeezed Anne’s hand. “Annie?” She asked, drowsily.

“Hm?”

“Earlier...earlier you said that you weren’t much...but you are. Okay? You’re the best. And I love you. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Anne squeezed her hand gently three times. I love you. “Don’t worry KitKat, you’ll never have to find out.”

Anne’s thoughts flashed to every time since then that Kitty’s tears staining the collar of her shirt, to the way the poor girl had trembled from nightmares that stole her breath. She remembered rushing out on errands like this, doing anything and everything to pull a smile out of her cousin, who spent the week leading up to her birthday WISHING for that call from the rest of the family. Thomas Howard failed as a father consistently over the past two years, and there’s almost no one Anne hates more. (When she thinks of him, all she can see is Kat trembling, crying out my fault, my fault, my fault. Just thinking about it makes her jaw clench.) Even now, in what she assumes is an attempt to make amends, he was calling her and not Kitty!

She reached over, answering it swiftly and bringing it to her ear. “Don’t. I don’t want to hear what you have to say, I need you to shut the hell up for two seconds and listen to me, Thomas.” Anger boiled in her veins and sharpened her tongue, but blurred everything else. In the haze of her own hatred, her focus on the phone pressed to her ear, she missed the truck that was swerving on a path directly towards her.

#six the musical #six the musical fanfic #beheaded cousins #anne boleyn #katherine howard #Would You Just Lay Here?#<-- it has a tag now!#THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE honestly its what keeps me writing sometimes #i'm already working on the next few chapters #don't worry #BUT YEAH LOTS OF PAIN IN STORE but what can you expect from a grey's anatomy inspired fic?#okay im done rambling im gonna go to sleep

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the-heat-that-drives-the-light · 5 years

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i didn’t record much the 5th, i recorded more on the 4th, but only small clips, i wanted to enjoy the concert, and not watch it through a camera. now i obviously (sort of) regret it bc i want to experience it again, but had i done it i’d have regretted it then. so it is what it is.

i dunno if i’ve seen it said, but for the ones that haven’t seen as it was, the reason it works so well as an opener is bc he comes out alone, and then at the chorus, the curtain goes up and reveals the band, it’s absolutely brilliant.

the pride flag came up during ncp, and it stayed up the rest of the show, which, you know, awesome.

so that’s what he opened with, and it only went uphill from there. both the new songs were wonderful, but also so different.

also, and it is old news i guess, but the transition between no plan and living for the city is amazing.

the first curveball was cherry wine in the place of shrike, and with the band, which was amazing, it was really great even if the song lends itself really well to the vulnerability of acoustic he made it work really well. (as per usual i was so confused i didn’t record any, but hopefully someone did and it’ll be up on yt soon.)

he spoke of protest songs, and how he’s been asked about them a lot, and that he’s like fuck it, you want protest songs? i’ll give you protest songs.(bit like you want an allegory for oral sex? here’s moment’s silence.) the interesting thing is that he said that before the love of, even though he went into more detail before jack boot jump, and i have to admit i didn’t catch the lyrics on the love of too well, it was a bit overwhelming to say the least, im not sure whether there’s a protest element to that as well.

the love of was, imo, musically/vocally in the vein of movement/ncp, it sucked you (me) in, like both of those did when you (i) first heard them, and i hate that i can’t listen to it again, one day i will be the rebel that can’t be trusted and i’ll record for my own consumption. :/

the roof lifted during tmtc as it always does, but amazingly some ppl started leaving after, like they thought it was over? v strange. (also my one gripe, what’s with ppl gong back and from all through the concert to get drinks? what you pay money to see a concert, and then spend it going to and from the bar, disturbing ppl to boot? really? you can’t last two hours? sorry, it’s such an annoyance, and this show we were at one of the side walls since mika was there and had to rest a little during. anyways, rant over.)

when they came back for the encore he did shrike, as expected since he’d done cherry wine earlier, and then of course he was suddenly doing the humours of whiskey bc why not and then he did the bit about police brutality, talked a bit about woody guthrie as an inspiration and did jack boot jump.

which slays, the riff and beat are very reminiscent of country blues, and it’s obviously completely on-brand to have such an upbeat rhythm to accompany a strong message.

there were a few ppl at the stage door, but they were busy partying and he didn’t come out. which was perfectly understandable, they had reason to celebrate, and we only got a little wet :)

the post-concert depression has already begun too set in, but hopefully the tour dates for next year will be announced soon, and hey. we got something to look forward to before christmas is over! (or at midnight christmas, although im sure he was joking about that. maybe. he wouldn’t, would he? no, surely not. unless...)

eta, i saw somewhere that the reason he asked ppl not to record was bc he was afraid he would fuck up during the performance, and it’s true, he did say that, but the reason he asked was because he didn’t want to get in trouble for making the songs public prior to release. im really happy that so far it seems ppl listened too <3

ive probably forgotten a lot, my brain is still reeling after two shows in two days, so if anyone has any specific questions, hmu :)

i hope all of you that haven’t been lucky enough to see him live get to do that soon, and all the ones that have get to see him again. also soon. :) we really stan an amazing creature.

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #take me the h*ck to church #london palladium #final show #the love of #jack boot jump #a short rundown #there are better ones out there im sure #im still tired af #so im gonna pack it in #we have hp tomorrow #ily all #lisa's post

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Save Me - Chapter 8

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, multiple MCU characters

Word Count: 3825

Summary: Y/N has finally landed her dream job as a lifeguard on Midgard Beach, but how well will she fit in with the team and how will she cope after grabbing the attention of the blue-eyed Captain?

***Masterlist***

A/N: I can’t believe we’re nearly at the end. I reckon I’ll post the last 2 chapters by next week at the latest. I’ve already got a few new fic ideas but for some reason all of them seem to revolve around Y/N and Steve meeting in the workplace. HMU if you want me to write anything, like if you have any cute one shot or series ideas cause I’ve been itching to write something new. Hope you all enjoy the chapter and feedback is always appreciated xxx

You watched on in silence as Wanda and Natasha stormed their way through your home, clearly having no objections when you had told them to make themselves comfortable. Their countless bags were quickly strewn hazardously around your room as they rummaged through each one in their attempts to begin the process of getting ready for the party.

Natasha’s music played loudly in the background as the three of you all stood in the bathroom, each at different stages of getting ready. You had finally managed to tame your hair, the salt water from the ocean causing delicate curls to form as your hair fell. It looked nice, you thought to yourself.

“Oh my god,” Wanda exclaimed, causing you to whip your head up to where she stood by the sink, mascara raised to her eye.

“Is this your makeup?” She continued, turning back to look at you with a shocked expression.

Embarrassment painted your face. You had forgotten to throw the old products out before the two women had arrived.

“It’s like 100 years old,” Natasha added. “I’m pretty sure this brand has been discontinued for several years.”

“You’re not planning on using this for tonight, right?” Wanda questioned as you rushed up to her, gathering the several items to throw them in the bin.

“No, I wasn’t planning on wearing makeup tonight,” you replied nonchalantly, being met with shocked looks from your friends.

“What?” You asked, dropping the last makeup item into the bin. “I don’t really like makeup, plus I have no idea how to apply it correctly.”

You went over to your closet to retrieve your outfit before Natasha jerked you backwards causing a yelp to erupt from your mouth in surprise. She dragged you back into the bathroom before forcing you to sit down on the toilet, instantly turning to rummage through her makeup bag as Wanda did the same.

Realising what was happening you were quick to voice your protests.

“No, guys, really. I don’t want to wear makeup. I think it looks bad on me-”

“It looks bad on you because you’ve never learnt how to properly apply it,” Wanda interjected, jerking your chin upwards so she had a better view of your face.

Your mouth opened once more in defiance before Natasha cut you off.

“We promise we won’t do anything over the top; just a natural look.”

“And if you don’t like it then you can take it off before we leave,” Wanda added not letting you say another word as they began to paint your face.

Several minutes passed as you tried to remain as still as possible in fear of messing up Wanda and Natasha’s hard work, their faces void of emotion as they concentrated intently on your face. The several products that had been applied to your face so far had already started to irritate your skin. You fought off the urge to itch your nose.

You sat patiently on the toilet for quite some time as Natasha and Wanda communicated to each other about what they were doing, rummaging through their makeup bags several times to retrieve different items. Their collections were vastly superior to yours, mostly due to all of their products actually being within the use-by date. You stared in wonder at the different products they were using, finding yourself unfamiliar of the purpose of several of the items.

Natasha and Wanda pulled back from your face, admiring their work before giving each other a nod of approval. They were finally done and dragged you over to the mirror to look at yourself.

You didn’t know what you had been expecting but it certainly wasn’t what met you in the mirror. The makeup was subtle, simply used to enhance your features and brighten your face.

“What do you think?” Wanda asked, looking at you expectingly.

Your smile was all they needed.

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The walk over to the bar took approximately 15 minutes, slowed down considerably by the tight high-heeled boots that Natasha had forced you into. You had wholly protested, knowing they would make the night only more uncomfortable, saying that you could wear your black converses instead. Instead of retaliating Wanda had instead picked up the shoes you were planning on wearing and ran off to hide them somewhere amongst your home. Not having time to look for them, you begrudgingly slid the shoes on, cursing your feet for being the same size as Nat’s.

You clutched onto the arms of the two women who were flanking either side of you, holding onto them for support as your feet wobbled unsteadily beneath you. The green dress felt comfortable as it hugged your figure, the cropped leather jacket you had also bought making a welcomed addition to the outfit considering the night was growing colder by the minute.

On your right Natasha wore a skin-tight black dress, the thin straps looping around and tying beautifully at the back. Her fiery hair was curled elegantly around her face, matching with the bold red lipstick that adorned her lips.

Wanda, clutching your left arm, was wearing a flowy maroon dress that cinched at her waist, the fabric billowing dramatically behind her as the wind picked up the light material. Her long hair was straightened and fell gracefully down her back, brushed away from her face to reveal the large golden earrings that hung from her ears.

You smiled at either girl beside you as you neared the bar, eager to spend a fun night out with your friends.

The space was completely packed when you arrived, unknown faces filling the large space and trickling out onto the patio. The three of you hung your jackets by the door, the heat coming from the numerous bodies instantly making your internal temperature rise.

Tony was the first face you recognised as he came to greet you by the door, a beautiful red-headed woman on his arm.

“You finally made it!” He called, slightly intoxicated from the drink in his hand.

You all greeted him, kissing his cheek and handing him his gifts. He was eager to introduce the woman beside him, notifying you that she was his wife, Pepper. She greeted you kindly, shaking your hand in hers as she smiled politely.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” you addressed the woman. “I swear Tony never shuts up about you in the tower.”

She giggled at your comment looking over at her husband with love in her gaze.

“Why wouldn’t I want to talk about her? Have you seen how amazing she is?!” Pepper tried to get Tony to talk quieter, his voice having risen in volume due to his enthusiasm.

Pepper said her farewells as more guests arrived, dragging her husband with her as they went to greet them.

You, Natasha and Wanda made your way over to the bar, surprised to see that Pietro was rushing around frantically trying to serve as many people as possible. Several guests were placing orders at once causing the bar staff to look quite dishevelled as they tried to keep up with the high demand for alcohol.

The three of you waited patiently as the group of customers slowly disappeared, Pietro finally catching sight of his sister as the crowd dispersed.

“What can I get you three lovely ladies?” He asked, already lining up three glasses on the counter.

“Surprise us,” Natasha responded with a wink.

Pietro quickly went to work constructing three identical cocktails, the ingredients remaining a mystery to you as his hands became a blur, pouring all different kinds of liquids into the glasses. It was sweet and hid the taste of the alcohol well.

The night went by quickly as you were introduced to several people. Thor had introduced you to his brother Loki who had immediately complemented your dress before taking your hand in his and lightly brushing his lips against your knuckles. You had giggled as he had done so, your face instantly turning red. Clint had introduced you to his wife, her skin practically glowing due to her enormous stomach. They were expecting their third child any day now, you soon came to find out. Tony had introduced you to the owner of the bar, T’Challa, and his stunning girlfriend Nakia.

You had talked briefly with Bruce before him and Natasha went off by themselves, followed by Bucky and Sam as they eyed up a group of girls talking in the corner. Steve had remained elusive for the entire night, you only catching his eye once as he chatted with a pretty blonde woman who was practically hanging off his arm.

You had averted your gaze immediately feeling as if you were intruding even if you were standing several feet away. Your heart fell heavily in your chest as you walked away, repressing the feeling as you ignored the blue-eyed stare that followed you.

Later on in the night you found yourself standing in a small group next to Wanda, her attention being caught up with her boyfriend who was standing beside her, the two of them enthralled in their own conversation. This left you to talk with Loki and Erik, T’Challa’s cousin, as the three of you talked about your jobs.

They were nice, you thought as you tried to ignore the pain erupting from your feet, the heels being the culprit of the pain. You wanted nothing more than to find a seat, having been standing for the entire night so far.

“Excuse me gentlemen but would you mind if I steal Y/N away for a second?” A familiar voice asked from behind you.

***

Steve had known it had been a trap when Bucky and Sam had pushed him into striking up a conversation with Sharon who was slightly intoxicated at this point in the night. Before he knew it his two friends had disappeared, leaving him alone with the beautiful woman.

He had seen you come in from his place by the bar, not hearing what Sharon was saying as he took you in. His eyes grew wide as his eyebrows shot upwards, his breath leaving his body as he took in your form. You were absolutely stunning, his heart beating so fast at this point that he thought you’d be able to hear it. He had never seen you outside of your work uniform and was slightly taken aback at just how good you looked. The dress you wore hugged your figure in all the right places as your hair fell to frame your face beautifully. He had wanted to go over to greet you but was conflicted, not wanting to be rude to Sharon. Before he knew it he had lost sight of you as you were swallowed by the crowd.

His eyes found yours a few hours later, Sharon having remained rooted by his side for the whole evening. She was currently touching his bicep as she spoke to him making him slightly uncomfortable. You were standing next to Wanda engulfed in a conversation with Thor’s brother and a man he didn’t know. They were clearly both interested in you as they stood quite close, each one fighting for your attention in the conversation.

Jealousy started to slowly rise within him as he saw you laugh at something Loki had said, grabbing onto his arm as you threw your head back. He ached to be by your side, hearing your laugh and steering you away from the eyes of the other men. Trying hard to contain his emotions he took another sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving your as you conversed with the two men.

His control snapped a few minutes later as he witnessed the unknown man lean down and whisper something in your ear, causing you to blush and giggle at his words. Mumbling a quick apology to Sharon he brushed past her and headed straight for you, his eyes never leaving you.

The two men stood up straighter as they met his gaze, Steve now towering behind your small figure unbeknownst to you.

“Excuse me gentlemen but would you mind if I steal Y/N away for a second?” The words had left his mouth before he even had time to think, your head whipping around to meet his gaze.

As you smiled up at him he swore his heart skipped a beat, taking your arm in his as he led you out to the patio, his skin burning where you touched him. He could feel the evil stares that were being thrown by the two men behind him as he steered you away, a victorious grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you on his arm.

“Do you want to sit down?” He asked with a smile.

“You’re literally my saviour. I don’t know how much longer my feet can take in these heels.”

As if on cue Pietro came out of nowhere with two drinks in his hands, handing them to you before running back off with a wink.

***

Steve looked good tonight, you thought to yourself as you took in his large form before you. He was wearing tailored dress pants that made his ass look incredible and a buttoned down shirt that seemed to be barely holding on to his large form as the buttons strained dangerously down his chest.

You had taken a seat at a table by the corner, positioning your chairs so that the two of you could admire the vast ocean before you, the moon reflecting off of the water and lighting up the night.

The conversation between you and Steve flowed naturally and consistently, the conversation never once stopping as the two of leaned on the table in front of you. Your leg brushed against his under the table causing a blush to creep up from your neck, the faint glow of the lights around you hiding it well. He stumbled over his words slightly as he replied to a question you had asked, quickly taking a sip of his drink to cover his stutter, the air becoming silent as the conversation came to a halt.

“I noticed you didn’t bring a date for tonight.” The words came out of Steve’s mouth before he could stop them, his eyes widening slightly in shock as he realised what he had just said.

“No,” you responded, taking another sip of your drink as you felt the alcohol flowing through you. “There was no one I really wanted to bring.”

Steve remained silent, unsure of what to say.

“What about you? I saw you talking to a pretty blonde girl before.”

Steve brought his hand up to scratch the back of his head, a habit he had picked up whenever he was nervous.

“Who? Sharon?” He questioned averting his gaze from yours. “No, I just know her from work. She works in the head office with Fury.”

The space between you and Steve had begun to grow awkward at the change in topic, the two of you never having talked about your love lives with each other. Steve had opened his mouth to apologise for his blunt question before Natasha stumbled onto the patio, her gaze travelling around until her eyes locked on you and Steve sitting by the corner.

“There you two are,” she exclaimed, heading over to where you were sitting. “Everyone thought the two of you had left. Most of us are heading home now so we wanted to say bye.”

You glanced at the time on your phone and realised that you and Steve had been talking for a lot longer than you realised. It was just past midnight and the staff were starting to pack up the restaurant, almost all of the guests having already left.

The two of you stood up quickly as you made your way back inside, following after Natasha.

“How are you and Wanda getting home?” You questioned, wanting to make sure your friends got home safe.

“Bruce is dropping me off and Wanda’s staying behind to wait for Pietro.” You nodded at her response before turning back and hugging Tony, wishing him a happy birthday before grabbing your jacket where you had hung it up by the door.

You and the remaining party-goers trickled out the door, saying your final fair wells in the carpark. After waving goodbye to your friends you began your walk back to your home before a voice called out to you.

“Y/N!” It was Steve, running to catch up with you. “Are you walking home?”

You nodded in affirmation as you pulled your jacket closer around you trying to shield yourself from the bitter cold.

“It’s past midnight and it’s freezing, you can’t walk home. Plus you’re in heels,” he exclaimed.

“Well I walked here so I don’t really have any other options. Trust me, I’ll be fine, I only live just past the hill.”

Steve shook his head before meeting your gaze once more, “I’ll drive you home.”

“That’s really not necessary, Steve. It’s like a 10 minute walk, I’ll be fine,” you protested, your breath becoming visible as you spoke.

“It’s either I drive you or I walk you home. You can pick.”

You knew Steve was too stubborn to let this slide, knowing that you’d be here all night if you tried to argue.

With a sigh you relented, “Where did you park?”

A smile erupted on his face at his victory before beginning his walk across the carpark.

“Steve!” You called after him. “You gotta slow down, I can’t walk in heels very well.”

He chuckled as he turned back to you, instinctively holding out his arm for you to grab to steady yourself. You hesitated slightly before looping your arm around his, subconsciously snuggling further into his large frame for warmth.

Steve’s heart fluttered as you walked in silence.

“You brought your bike?” You questioned, looking at the large motorbike in front of you.

“I didn’t know I’d be playing taxi tonight,” he responded defensively causing you to punch his arm playfully.

“I’ve never ridden a motorbike before,” you whispered, slightly scared at the prospect of mounting the two-wheeled vehicle.

“It’s okay, you’ll be fine. I’ll go slow.”

Your nerves were instantly calmed at Steve’s reassuring words, the large man mounting the bike before you followed suit, sitting behind him.

“You’re gonna need to hold onto me,” he stated sheepishly, revelling in your touch as you tentatively placed your hands around his waist.

The bike roared to life under Steve’s touch, your grip around him growing tighter as you began to move. He steered the vehicle almost effortlessly as you whipped past the street lights, the wind being blocked by Steve’s large form. Once more you found yourself snuggling further into his form, causing Steve’s smile to somehow grow even larger as he looked at your smiling face in his side mirror.

Your eyes were alight with wonder as you flew down the road, the wind causing your hair to billow out behind you. A smile spread across your face as you looked up at the man in front of you, your body feeling completely safe next to his large form. Your heart swelled as the bike roared, lurching forward as Steve went faster. You yelped in surprise as you clutched Steve’s frame causing him to let out a hearty laugh at your reaction.

You both wished that you could live in that moment forever.

You must have been giving Steve directions to your house as you drove, pulling up in your driveway sooner than you would have liked. The two of you remained as you were for several seconds after the engine had died, your arms still wrapped tightly around his frame. You reluctantly pulled away, taking the helmet off before dismounting the bike.

Steve followed suit and also dismounted the bike, kicking out the side stand so that the bike wouldn’t fall over.

“I had a really great night,” you said as you looked up into his blue eyes.

Steve smiled kindly at you as he leaned against his bike, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

The air grew thick between you as you somehow moved closer to him, his breath intermingling with yours. You did nothing but stare at each other for several minutes, lost in the vast ocean of his eyes.

You wanted nothing more than for Steve to kiss you right then, the knowledge that he was still your Captain stopping you from making the first move.

But Steve couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t seem to gather the courage needed to close the small gap between you and connect your lips with his. It would be a bad decision, his mind kept telling him. He was your superior officer.

Steve knew he had debated for too long as you began to pull away, disappointment written across your face as you turned back towards your house.

In a state of panic after seeing you lean back his hand instantly shot out, grabbing onto your arm as he pulled you back towards him. You stumbled into him, your hands coming to rest on Steve’s chest to catch yourself. Without thinking he leaned down and grabbed your lips in his.

Something erupted within the both of you as your mouth moved against his, your arms coming up to run your hands through his hair as he rested his grip on your waist, pulling you closer towards him. He deepened the kiss after feeling your lips part in permission, revelling in the soft touch of your lips as your tongues battled for dominance.

The smell of him encompassed you, drowning out all of your other senses until the only thing you could feel was him, gripping you protectively against his broad frame. You had never felt more at home than you did in his embrace.

The two of you remained like that for several minutes, occasionally parting to catch your breath before diving back in. He was insatiable and you couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

Wanting desperately to invite him inside but knowing it was a bad idea you finally pulled away, albeit reluctantly. You knew that you had to talk to Steve about whatever was going on between the two of you before you took the next step, no matter how much your body ached for him.

The alcohol that was still coursing through your body told you that the talk would have to wait for now, leaning in for one last kiss before rushing off inside.

Steve didn’t know how long he sat in your driveway for, unable to move as his mind tried to process what happened. However hard he tried he was unable to wipe the smirk off of his face, a small seed of concern implanting itself into his gut, growing larger with each passing minute.

#Steve Rogers #Steven Grant Rogers #steve rogers au #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader au #captain america #captain america au #captain america x reader #captain america x reader au #MCU #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #Chris Evans #chris evans x reader

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mysableeze · 5 years

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the perfect delivery

a/n: my v possibly biased take on miyuki kazuya’s thoughts from the end of dna act ii chapter 42; spoilers if you haven’t read the manga!!!

With the bases loaded and Ichidai’s clean-up coming up at the next at-bat, Kazuya’s thoughts come stumbling one after another: if Sawamura’s gutsy tenacity and headstrong will are enough to pull them through, if Sawamura is enough to plug in the gaping holes in defense left by Furuya’s unstable pitching – Can he really shoulder the weight of this pressure? He wouldn’t blame Sawamura if he crumbled; this scenario is pretty damned fucked, and he’s mentally prepared to give up at least one run but if Sawamura can overcome this…

As Furuya jogs back to the dug-out, Kazuya turns to Sawamura. “We all know this is one hell of a situation to be thrusted into all of a sudden, but – ”

“I’m fully aware of my duty, believe me,” Sawamura interrupts, surprising Kazuya, his gaze focused straight ahead on something else. Sawamura’s voice is loud as usual, but it possesses a firm, unshakable quality in them that makes Kazuya’s eyes linger on him for a moment longer before he follows his line of sight. This boy, eyes dark gold and jaw clenched tight, has his gaze set firmly on Ichidai’s fourth batter.

An odd mix of unease and anticipation ripples through Kazuya. He lets the words slide back down his throat, unsure if they would do more harm than good. The rest of the team jogs back to their respective positions, and the atmosphere around them hangs heavy, tight around his throat, and if this isn’t an exciting bind to get out of Kazuya doesn’t know what is.

Now, Sawamura, will you be able to deliver?

As Sawamura tosses the rosin bag in his hands, Kazuya watches, keen-eyed, trying to study and predict Sawamura’s current condition. Despite himself, Kazuya can feel his sweat trickling under his catcher gear, his thighs burning with all the squatting he did the past few innings, and he has no idea what he can expect from this Sawamura right now. It’s a little unsettling how hard it is to read him. He can’t say he’s close to Sawamura in any way, but as the main catcher for Seidou, he’s at least attuned to the little quirks Sawamura does that would at least clue him in on Sawamura’s current mental state – but at present he can’t get anything off Sawamura at all.

Kazuya can’t help the rising shadow of a doubt that nags at him, because he has seen pitchers self-destruct on this very spot because of the self-imposed enormous pressure that eventually caves and buries them under. As bold as Sawamura is, he has no idea if he is ready for this.

The circumstances can’t be described with a mere unfavorable, Ichidai poised to score the moment any weak pitches are thrown. In a more optimistic scenario, he would ask for a ball to check for Sawamura’s condition but he knows that that’s not Sawamura’s style – and that’s not his style, either. He doesn’t want to call for a ball that might set Sawamura off the wrong way, and ramping up on counts here isn’t going to do them any favors.

As much as he has control over the field, he’s well aware that a pitcher’s condition hinges very much on their mental fortitude. Kazuya prides himself on his widely-acclaimed nasty personality that extends beyond his daily life and seeps into the very essence of his playing: he lives to provoke the shit out of batters, to make them swing at pitches they usually don’t – to warp their sense of judgement and bend it to his. Underneath Sawamura’s loud-mouthed and stupidly brash facade, Kazuya knows that a similar perverseness resides underneath his skin. That, was what attracted him to catch for Sawamura even when he was just a fifteen-year-old brat who knew nothing at all.

He just has to believe that’s enough.

What they need to do most now is stop Ichidai’s momentum and he’s sure that Sawamura knows that too. They need to do a head-on battle with the fourth batter, and he hopes that Sawamura’s up for the task. Their gazes lock; Kazuya has settled on their strategy, and Sawamura seems to sense it as well. Sawamura takes in deep, measured breaths, waits for Kazuya’s sign with his eyes bright and fiery, determination rolling off him in caged, silent waves. It’s unlike any Sawamura he has seen before, and Kazuya is willing to throw in all his chips on that look on Sawamura’s face.

Sawamura nods and tugs down the rim of his baseball cap, exhaling behind his glove. Then he winds up his leg and his arm whips out from behind him, startling sharp, before his feet slams down on the mound in front of him. The ball spins, blazes a white furious path towards Kazuya, and even though it hasn’t yet reached him, Kazuya’s round wide in surprise and can tell the trajectory is perfect.

A chill zaps down the spine of his back, the burn from exhaustion long forgotten, as the powerful pitch slams right where he wanted it to. The fourth batter doesn’t – couldn’t – even swing, and Kazuya absently notes the stuttering surprise by his opponent hunched over the batter’s box. The ball rests snugly in his mitt as Kazuya’s heart thumps furiously against his ribs, shell-shocked stare on Sawamura who defied his expectations, who exceeded his expectations, above and beyond. The stadium is the quietest it has ever been, the audience and the dug-out holding their breaths simultaneously before the umpire announces the result Kazuya already knows:

“STRIKE!”

Right now, Sawamura is golden fire and sharp edges, mouth set in a firm determined line. He does not seem to be fazed by how he has practically just threw a perfect pitch, as he winds up for his next pitch that Kazuya signals for. His next pitch is as perfect as the first, breaking right into his mitt.

As the third pitch – obviously right in the zone – slams squarely in his catcher mitt, cracking loud and clear, the stadium doesn’t even wait for the umpire’s announcement, drowned by the entire stadium erupting to an uproar of amazed shouts and hysterical cheers, the audience overwhelmed by the unexpected turnover of momentum that was regained by the second-year pitcher that is Sawamura Eijun.

Kazuya’s skin keeps fucking rising, goosebumps prickling all over, muted by how every single one of Sawamura’s throws are right where he wants them to be. Kazuya can’t stop looking at him, Sawamura’s leg still half in his release position as a loud “Osu!” comes spilling from between his lips, eyes dark and ravenous, like he’s not satisfied, a predator hungry for more. An unwitting smirk unfurls across the length of Kazuya’s mouth, showing teeth.

Always so… Kazuya doesn’t complete his train of thought as he flings the ball back to Sawamura.

Sawamura is still surprisingly calm, now, like he’s aware getting one out here doesn’t mean that he has completely turned the tides, and he slides his eyes close to inhale deeply, fingers gripping onto the seams of the ball behind his glove.

Right now, the seed for an eye-catching flower has flourished, way before Kazuya has expected him to. Sawamura has sprouted fiercely, determined and gold-eyed, and it sends shivers down Kazuya’s calves as he thinks about how he hasn’t even grown to his full potential yet.

Before Sawamura, Kazuya has never thought of not having to mold his game-calling to suit the personality of the pitcher. It’s hard to find a pitcher who has the ability and guts to deliver Kazuya’s brand of baseball, and catchers shoulder the responsibility of accommodating to their pitchers anyway.

Mei comes to mind, but he wasn’t a diamond in the rough; he grew into baseball like it was second skin, nestling into the position of a pitcher like a baby sapling planted in fertile soil. It was fun, catching for him – but not exhilarating. Sawamura didn’t come close to that image at all last year, lacking ball control and the arsenal of pitches that Kazuya would love exploiting to fuck up the batters the best he could. Realistically, Kazuya has expected Sawamura to reach that stage when Kazuya’s probably graduated; now, though…

Kazuya is born a challenger, not raised a king.

Sawamura’s rapid improvement lights a fire in Kazuya’s chest, making it go tight. Sawamura has grown from a bumbling, bratty, loud-mouthed first-year to this, all blazing bright and fiery on the mound, jaw clenched tight and mouth set in a determined line as he draws into position for the next batter.

The corner of his mouth curves. So this is the Ace I’ve been waiting for.

a/n: (dna act ii manga has spoiled SO MANY of my headcanons lol but IT’S OK BABY EIJUN’S TIME TO SHINE!!) hi guys it’s been a while but im here to revive my dead blog and if you have stuck with me all this while, i just wanna holler a SAWAMURA EIJUN THANK YOU!!!!!

if yall wanna yell about feelings, drop by my personal blog @fallibleflakes or hmu on twitter where i spazz about shit @sleepyflakes

#miyusawa #misawa #sawamura eijun #miyuki kazuya #mf writings #i cried so much in 42 and 43 lol slam a deadball and step on my heart pls terujima sensei #daiya no ace #ace of diamond

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outerspaceisbetterthannothing · 5 years

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Hey so im new to tumblr, and i plan to post my first fanfic soon (not new to reading fanfiction btw 😂 just writing it), and i was wondering if there was any advice you could give to an aspiring writer? Anything from writing advice to like how to tag stuff properly, how to stay motivated, or anything you can think of! Thanks in advance! I love your blog!

Also, im looking to change my username to something thats a little more neutral so i can write for multiple fan bases, but i’m shit outta ideas. Any help?

So, i decided to combine your two asks in one answer, hope you don’t mind!

Okay, so, first things first, i think, i should start with saying, that i’m not sure at all i am the person who should give such kind of advise. I’m literally no one here, most of the time i’m just chilling in my little cave unknown and forgotten lol (okay, i can see Anne narrow her pretty eyes on me, not completely unknown and forgotten). So, please, take in consideration, i don’t know much myself and probs some bigger blogs could be more helpful.

From what i do know about publishing on tumblr… Here’s the ugly truth, if you look for popularity or any kind of reaching out to a really big number of readers, i’d say, you’re on the wrong platform. Instagram and Whattpad would give you more (each has it’s own specific and i’m too dumb for both, but it is what it is ig). Writing experience on tumblr is a hella hard work with practically no instant gratification. I was hella happy when my first writings were getting like 10 notes. And i put up with a lot of work to get more tbh. So, please, don’t anticipate too much from the beginning, there are no guarantees here. And a sheer luck is quite important too.

Tagging and “smart” publishing is a way to overcome these obstacles. From what i read when i bothered myself with the same questions as you do right now, your blog needs to be at least couple weeks old for your content to be up in the tags search. Also i’ve read that only first five of your tags are being searched globally. The rest, as i understood, are for your own blog navigation. So if you wanna make your content search-able, put the most relevant tags in the beginning. Publishing time’s also important to reach out for the audience. The most notes get those posts that are put up in the afternoon (the us time, pref EST) mon-thur and sat afternoon to sunday night. This has a lot to do with peoples schedules, most part of users are students of any kind and really big part of them are american. Have no idea if these change for summer time, but during winter-spring time i really saw that work.

Also tumblr likes visuals, the bigger your writings are, the more difficult it would be to gain audience (in theory). If you create any kind of visual art, it’ll make it easier for you. If not, try to reblog visual content as much, as text content (the rule i’m neglecting lately, but just because of the craziness of time, promise to go back to visuals sooooon). I’d say, try to keep the balance between text and pic posts.

Tumblr experience hugely depends on who you follow and who are your mutuals. You can follow some BNF accounts to see how they work, but they also can make you feel insecure from times. I’d say, follow people you really like. It’s absolutely normal not to like people who have a lot of followers or unfollow someone after some time if you feel like it. Tumblr supposed to be fun, and having on your dash people who don’t bring you joy is a big no from me. Also, engage in communication. If people know you, there’s more chance they’ll read your writings or reblog it, so it’s also a way to reach out, but this is truly extremely secondary. What is more important here, people here are great and i’m sure you’ll find a lot of friends and mutuals. If you need, i can tell you about my fave blogs, just hmu. Take part in ask/tag games, put up followers celebrations (people usually love them), chat, comment, send asks and blurbs (well, you shouldn’t have problems with that lol). Tumblr is not a platform for writers to give their readers content. It’s a platform for communication and co-working. And fun! Fun is important lol.

I’m not sure i can give any advice about motivation. Just because i know pretty much nothing about it. Writing is like breathing for me, i don’t need to motivate myself into it. But if i don’t wanna do sth, no motivation will help. Tho, it’s really good to have this couple of friends, who’ll gladly kick your lazy procrastinating ass from time to time. Well, that’s of course, highly individual! But i love to have my ass kicked by my pretty pixie friend.

I know nothing about changing urls. There are blogs who do it every so often. I’m sure i’ll have this url when i’m 80 lmao. I’d say a url should be sth what is important for you. Like mine combines lines from my fave 5sos songs, but also represents my eternal love to space (which you can see on my blog lol) and kinda motto, that anything’s better than nothing, which i like to remind myself about. So, i’d say, you should think about what’s important to you.

I’m sorry for this answer being so long, i know nothing about being short. Well, you’ve seen my “blurbs” lmao. Thank you so much for loving my blog and coming to me with this question, i really hope i was helpful! I wish you all the luck in writing and, yeah, come chat any time. Will be glad to))))))

#asks #tumblr stuff #shawnsshimmeringsmile

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collicr · 6 years

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welp,, i cannot believe after however many months of elle and i talking about bringing riot back, the day of opening is here... this is wildt

anyway im bee, 20, aedt ( melb, aus if ur wondering ) nd i am basically,,, just a vine whore 💁🏻‍♀️ and this right here is my son kit who is... idk man i dont have words for this dumbass but i’ll find some nd throw it under the cut :)) [ tw: drug abuse, drug overdose, attempted suicide ] EDIT:i also did stats for kit so check out this link right HERE !!

so, the colliers are pretty messed up i’m not going to lie right now. kit has some serious issues because of it and sees a psychologist every week to just talk through some of the shit that’s going on.

100% the guy that rolls in to his psychologist’s office, throws himself on the couch and goes, “barbs, you wouldn’t believe the week i’ve had.”

so bc i literally cannot seem to only write a tiny bit about each family member, i made a page on kit’s blog to explain them, which you can find HERE. i really, really recommend giving it a read before you read the rest of the intro bc kit won’t make much sense otherwise !

kit is to be completely honest, exceptionally privileged, with practically no supervision and next to no responsibility he truly felt like it was his duty to spend as much money and be as stupid and wild as possible.

he would subconsciously try to attract attention from his parents by doing stupid shit and it didn’t really work, sam was too focused on trying to bring theo into the fold of the business and tess was high... kit felt forgotten.

he was sixteen when theo left and he can definitively say that the night his brother left was easily the worst night of his entire life. tess and theo fought while kit was out and he didn’t know it when he came home, but theo was already gone. so kit goes to tilly’s room to check on her, and when she’s not there he goes to their mum’s room and sees them both lying on the bed... only tess is completely lifeless. he panics, hard, because he immediately thinks that tess has hurt tilly, and his screaming wakes tils up ( thank god amirite ???? ) but their mum is still passed out so he goes to get theo and when he doesn’t answer his bedroom door, kit opens it to find it completely empty ( save for a bed ). when tess goes to the hospital they told kit that she’d had an overdose, luckily a non-fatal one.

anyway moving on from the sad shit

kit is the president of the riot club, his father was too and firmly believes it’s a brilliant stepping stone to knowing how to successfully run the colliers business. kit mostly did it bc it’s easier to plan the meetings, dinners and parties around his sisters schedule and when he can get carers to come in for her, rather than rely someone else. he was riot president by his second year at oxford.

he actually is quite smart and responsible, but deep down is still the wild kid who loves to let loose.

this is legit all i can think of right now but i’m sure i’ll think of more along the way !!

as for plotting, i dont really have anything specific in mind but im always willing to fill plots or brainstorm so hmu over on my discord @ bad vine compilations #1697 or over on my personal acc @lvstres bc i can promise you i suck the most at being on my character accounts, i’m usually only ever on the main or my personal. but ya, that’s it, i’m very, very excited to get to know u all nd ur characters so hit ur girl up !! ps i also have another chara, alieke so like, plot w me 4 her too, pls. thanks 4 coming 2 my ted talk

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silverlightqueen · 5 years

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I leave the bathroom, holding my backpack with Jennie’s dress that I was far too cold in scrunched up inside it, and I instantly spot Jimin sat alone at a booth in the corner of the room, watching the others dance and mess around with a fond smile on his face. I head over to him, my heart full and a smile breaking across my face at the sight of him, and when he spots me coming, he smiles too, eyes hiding behind their lids. He slides across to let me in and I sit beside him, taking a sip of a fresh drink that a waiter puts down before me. ‘I’m gonna really miss you, you know?’ he says, and I frown in confusion, putting my drink back down. ‘What do you mean?’ I ask, and he smiles sadly. ‘This is it. Tour’s done. We might do a couple little promotional things once the album’s out, but that’ll be it. We probably won’t work together after that, nor with the Blackpink girls. It’ll be straight back to Dynasty, Viridity, Serenity, Blackpink and y/n, and we’ll all be working on our own stuff again. No more Rose Tour gang,’ he says, and I shake my head. ‘No, Jimin. I’m signing with Bighit in the next few days. I put it on the groupchat a little while ago, didn’t you see?’ I say, and his eyes widen as I speak. ‘No way!’ he says. ‘Jimin! You didn’t even see it?’ I exclaim, and he shakes his head sheepishly. ‘I saw about the Blackpink girls maybe signing, but I mustn’t have read the messages properly because I didn’t see you say that,’ he says, and I roll my eyes jokingly.

‘Are they going to sign, do you know? I’ve forgotten to ask about it,’ he says, and I sigh. ‘I spoke to some of the Bighit managers and they said that the only way it’d be possible is if the Blackpink girls each paid YG the amount that YG paid them in the first place, but it’s a very high price for each of them. Bighit said the way they’d be able to do it is to give the girls the money to pay YG and then Blackpink are automatically a Bighit artist, but then the issue is whether or not there are legal complications with that so that’s what’s being looked into at the moment. It also means that the girls will no longer have ownership of their music or brand or name or anything anymore,’ I say, and Jimin whistles. ‘God, it’s complicated,’ he says, and I nod. ‘Bighit’s scheduled a meeting for just after my contract signing with all of us, the girls, the Bighit managers and their legal team to discuss our plan of action and whether the girls are completely sure about going through with this or not,’ I say, and Jimin nods. ‘That’ll be an interesting meeting, considering Bighit are usually cheap as fuck,’ he says, surprising a laugh out of me.

‘Well, that’s a relief, anyway. Even if we’re not one big gang anymore, I’ll still see you at the building,’ he says, and I try to hold back a frown. ‘Well, yeah, and we can meet up and stuff,’ I say, hoping he’ll get the hint. ‘Oh, yeah, we could do gang nights out like once a month,’ he says excitedly, and I do frown this time, not understanding why he can’t understand. ‘Well, I meant just us two, but that too,’ I say. ‘Oh, yeah, of course. We can go on little coffee dates and things. As friends, of course,’ he says, his addition at the end making me sigh. ‘What if I didn’t want to do it as friends?’ I say, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head. ‘Huh?’ he says, and I lose it. ‘Jimin! You’re driving me insane! You keep saying you love me but you still haven’t made a move yet! Do you love me or not? Because I feel like I’ve made it pretty clear!’ I exclaim, his eyes still wide as he listens to me. ‘You said to wait until your heart’s healed!’ ‘Yeah, and that was over a month ago!’ ‘Well, how was I supposed to know?’ ‘Because you just should!’ ‘Well, I love you,’ he says, the plain and honest sincerity in his voice practically knocking the wind out of me. He takes my hand in his, eyes locked with mine, and I can feel my heart nearly beating out of my chest.

‘I thought I’d wait until you were ready, because I didn’t want to pressure you into anything. I’m sorry I didn’t get your hints, but I do love you, and I do want to be with you as more than friends,’ he says. ‘So ask me then,’ I whisper, and he smiles. ‘Will you be my girlfriend, again, y/n? Because I love you with my whole heart,’ he asks, and I feel tears spring to my eyes. I take a second to remember this moment, practically imprinting it onto my brain, trying to remember everything about him. His black top and black jeans, his newly dyed black locks (my favourite colour on him) and the silver jewellery he wears. The pink flower wall behind him, lit up with electric blue lights, and the black leather of the seats we sit on. The dimples in his cheeks, his slightly crooked front tooth, his brown sparkling eyes. ‘Yes. Because I love you too,’ I reply, and he grins, pulling me into his arms, and pressing his lips to mine.

You’d expect this to be the moment when time stops and heads spin and there’s nothing else in the world except for us. And that is the case, for about ten seconds, before a bright camera flash from Jennie’s phone distracts us both, making us break apart in shock before dissolving into giggles at being caught by all our tour members who stand in a semi-circle before us, judging with big grins on their faces. ‘Well,’ Jennie says, taking another picture, ‘it was about time.’

part sixty-one - about time

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vicccwrites · 6 years

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Another Milestone!!

Just... wow. Thank you all so, so much!! <3

I wasn’t expecting this at all?? But it was the first thing I noticed when I logged on this morning and it completely made my day ^^

I owe this all to you, my lovely followers! To anyone who’s ever read a fic of mine, reblogged one, hit that little “follow” button, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Really, whether you’re a close mutual or we’ve never so much as talked, I love all of you so, so, so much!!

I never expected this lil’ blog to go anywhere?? And I’m so overwhelmed with gratitude and happiness that people actually read and like my works ^^ Some people have told me that I come off as a bit intimidating,,,, but I’m really just a smol who’s probably younger than you anyway so feel free to hmu or slide into my dms anytime!! I love talking and fangirling with y’all <33

200 followers may not seem like that many to you, but it’s so far past anything I could have expected, so, for like the twentieth time, thank you!!

As little gift for this milestone, I’m excited to announce that I’ll be rebooting 9Spies in the near future! Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about it lmao, I’ve just been busy with other stuff :’) I still have a bunch of unwritten requests, but I’m going to Canada for about a week at the beginning of August so I’ll probably be posting it then! ^^

I’m going to leave special messages to some mutuals that I’ve talked to under the cut - because they’re probably going to get pretty long - but even if you aren’t mentioned just know that ily lots!! Each and every one of you has made my day at some point, and I’m so thankful for your support!

Alright, that’s about all I have to say for now, but thank you again!! xoxo - vic <3

@evanismyking Andra!!! Thank you so much for encouraging me to start this blog!! ilysm and good luck for your last exam! It’s tmr if I’m not mistaken? All the best <333 I love our conversations and thank you for being one of the first people to really talk to me in the fandom :))

@xilverxtar0423 Meg! Thank you for being such an awesome second mom ^^ and for always being an absolute joy to talk to!! ily lots <333 and lmk if any anons try to bother you so that I can lead the protection squad into battle :”)

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@eriines hey!! I feel like our conversations can get pretty sarcastic sometimes lmao but I hope you know ily! Tell your visual of a friend I said hi lmao,,, and here’s to more intellectual convos that I suck at in the future :) Also,,,, bro when am I gonna get my face reveal??

@neo-glacia !!!!!!!!!!! I could write you a whole essay on how amazing you are and how much I love you, but I’ll try to keep this short-ish? You’re the most amazing person in the whole world and you deserve more than the universe! ilysm and I don’t know how I could have ever survived without you?? Thank you for always having my back ;) Good luck with your writing, and I’m hyped for your svt pokemon au ^^

I hope I didn’t forget anyone, but if I did I’m sorry!! ily too, you’re all mentioned in my heart <3

For the last time, thank you!! And props to you if you made it this far haha I know this was pretty long :”)

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over the phone — p.p.

summary : the things peter’s said to you over the phone. [ part one in a series based on these prompts ]

word count : 2.5k

author’s note : slow burn mutual pining romances are my fuckin favorite thing to write!!! feedback is much appreciated please and thank you!!! sorry this is all in lowercase i forgot to not write in lowercase lol.... hmu if you wanna be tagged in this or in anything i write in general :) love you guys 4ever n ever

there’s this strange silence that fills your bedroom, and it’s like water sloshing over the rim of a bathtub when you leave the faucet on for a beat too long. you feel it before he says it, on the phone with a voice crack that effectively shatters the innocence and naivety of your fourteen year old universe. you’re fourteen and pressing your finger against his contact name in your phone at eleven pm on a tuesday night. you have an algebra test in the morning and freshman year is kicking your ass, but that’s nothing compared to peter. peter is the one doing the ass kicking, he’s so smart and the world will hear his resounding brilliance one day, but he feels tonight like a thousand needles pricking his soft, sunflower heart as if the world has forgotten that it’s supposed to be nice to kids as inherently kind as peter parker.

you call him first because you know he won’t make the move to reach out. he’s not the sort of person who desires to draw attention in this light, he doesn’t want to keep you up late, either, because he’s peter and peter is the embodiment of nice. too nice for his own good, maybe. too nice to call his best friend first on the night his uncle dies right in front of him, too nice to clamber down the hall to the elevator and take it up to your floor so you can slip out the door, clutch him against your chest the way he wants you to. you call him and at first he stares blankly at the phone vibrating harshly on the wooden desk he sits in front of. he’s on his swivel chair and his face his flushed an awful shade of red. his throat burns, head hurts. he wants to submerge his head underwater until he’s gasping for air the way he has been all night, but he wants his uncle to be the one to yank him from everything weighing down on his chest. he can’t get what he wants, though. so he picks up the phone, holds it to his ear, and listens simultaneously to the quiet sigh you exhale once he picks up and may’s quiet crying in the other room. he wants to comfort her, but he’s shaking from what he’s seen and felt in the last six hours and he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to tell his aunt that everything will be okay when he’s not even sure of that. a few minutes of pure nothingness pass by between you, but then peter says it, small voiced and miserable. “i- i was out and- and uncle ben, he, he tried and i was so stupid because i shouldn’t have gone over there but i did and- and uncle ben is dead.” there’s a sniffle, you can hear peter shudder, and the phone call goes dead because he refuses to let you hear him sob his eyes out like he’s about to.

so, you go to him instead. and you walk into the house that’s been your other home for awhile now, the house abound with joy and light and love now sickeningly silent save for the cries of your- well, your peter, that he tries to muffle into a pillow. you walk in without knocking, but he sees you and forgets that his eyes are puffy and his face is wet. he doesn’t forget everything, but he forgets enough. he hugs you, he bunches your sweater in his fists and he holds you to him as tight as he can without hurting you. he’s never needed someone so badly. if he can’t have both you and ben, he’ll take just you with a sad smile and he’ll bear it. for you, for may, for himself. peter shuts his eyes. he thinks about the spider bite. this won’t happen again.

you skip your algebra test.

phone calls are a staple in your relationship with peter. no one else can seem to process the way you love talking to him with the phone held between your shoulder and your cheek as opposed to texting or using snapchat. you say that you and peter can do all of that and talk on the phone. why one or the other? why not both? why not all? there’s nothing better than the sound of his voice when you can’t physically be with him, and it’s been this way for so long that you can’t imagine it differently. he calls you every night, has ever since you were fourteen and you failed algebra and he lost his (other) favorite person and you both felt the hurt that this world really slams you with. but most of the time, everything is okay.

everything’s okay until he calls you one morning- though, the term morning can be used loosely, considering it’s really three am and you’re sleeping in preparation for your chemistry final that’s been looming over your head for the past month and a half. he’s well aware that the test is tomorrow, he’s been helping you prepare with a fervor only someone as passionate about science as peter could bring forth, but he needs to tell you this and he needs to tell you know rather than later. if he neglects to tell you now, he reasons as he taps your name on his recent calls list, he’ll forget to tell you the following day at school, and by the time he remembers he won’t want to say it anymore-

“pete? it’s three in the morning! is everything okay are you hurt is may hurt what’s going on-” you pause for a breath, already fumbling with your covers. he hears the thump of your body hitting the floor through the one, but only because of the enhanced hearing he harbors. he pictures, clear as day in his mind because he’s seen it for himself a ridiculous amount of times, your body twisting around in your covers until you fall completely off your bed. he smiles- widely, happily, unapologetically adoring- at the image when your voice floats back up through the speakers. “i feel like you’re laughing, and i’m not in the mood, parker, i’m telling you right now. i have chem in the morning! this better be majorly important, or else your ass is grass.”

“shut up for a second, steve harrington,” he teases, playing with the signature red mask that he holds tightly in his grip. the nickname will make you grin like a maniac. at the sound of steve’s name, the bubblegum pink cartoon hearts swirl dreamily around the top of your head. your best friend has seen that reaction firsthand. “i have something to tell you. i wanna get it off my chest, before i chicken out and refuse to tell you again for the next…” he estimates how long he’s been spider-man in his head, chalks it up to about ten months, “ten months.”

“that’s specific,” you say, perched on the edge of your bed with one foot lodged halfway into your sneaker and the other tucked underneath you. you leave your shoe on. you have a feeling you’re going to need to make a hasty departure. “well, you can tell me anything, peter. you know that by now.”

“well, here’s something you don’t know.” he squeezes the mask in his fist, then spreads it out on his lap. stares down at it as he says, “i’m spider-man. I’ve been spider-man since the day after ben died. and i’m out right now, on a spider-man patrol, because i try to stop the bad guys before they can get to anyone else. so there. now you know.”

you don’t say anything just yet. you let the information simmer as you hang off your bed with one shoe on and one shoe off, your mouth slightly open. when you can finally gather enough coherency in your thoughts to form a sentence, you simply state, “you’re fucking shitting me, peter benjamin parker. this is a joke.”

he gulps, you can’t hear it, and he runs a hand through his sweat matted, curling hair. he puffs out his cheeks, exhales, then says to you, “i’m on top of our building. come up. please. ‘cause i really, really need you to believe me.” he needs someone to know, and if it’s going to be anyone, it’s going to be you. you’re already in the elevator by the time he’s ending his sentence.

when you get up there, he’s got his knees pulled up to his chest and his mask down over his head. you’d say you weren’t sure if the figure sitting there was peter, but you’d be lying. the body language, withdrawn, nervous, hiding in himself, was entirely him. he’s looking out at the city, gaze stretching past queens all the way into manhattan. peter feels your shoulder bump against his as you sit down, mimicking his stance, but staring at him instead of the view. that had to be symbolic, right? he brushes away the thought. that was a worry for a different day. this was today’s worry. he yanks the mask from over his head, hair flopping back down over his head in messy ways that make your heart skip, a pebble flicked into a pond. big brown eyes belonging to the softest boy you know search your face for any semblance of a reaction akin to anger, confusion, sadness, worry. instead, he finds that same old safe smile and two arms reaching out to hug him. not what he had anticipated, but he’d be damned if he pushed you away.

you hadn’t wanted to display your true worry on your face for the world to see- you knew the world wasn’t watching, but it certainly felt that way- so you said it quietly, kindly, in his ear. “god, peter, imagine if you had died or something. what would i have done? i would’ve brought you back to life and then killed you again, that’s what i would’ve done. me and may. we would’ve obliterated you, and then brought you back to life to ground you because you’re so headstrong and stupid sometimes. you dumb hero. i hate you.” but you say all of this with your head on his shoulder and your arms around his waist, no intention of letting go in the near future.

“may and i,” he corrects affectionately, sliding his fingers through your hair. “ i’m sorry. i’m telling you now, because i-” he stops, he takes a deep breath, he starts again, “because i wanted you to know. you deserved to know.”

you skip your chem test. your best friend is spider-man, and he can swing between buildings with a thin web and he saves bicycles from thieves and old ladies give him free food sometimes. chem doesn’t matter (at least for right now).

he’s staring out his window with his phone up to his ear. you’re not on the other end, not yet. you will be in a few minutes, at your scheduled talking time that you’d set what feels like a million years ago. you’re still just fifteen. it’s two months later, though, and he’s been spider-man for a year now. sometimes, you think about how peter had to trudge through freshman year with a dead uncle and a new identity, but it’s been a year and you’re sophomores now and things are a little different even if they’re mostly the same. he’s giving himself another pep talk, assisted by may an hour ago, and he’s going to say it to you like he’s been saying it his entire life. y/n, i love you. he’s going to say it like a boyfriend, a soulmate, a true love for the person who has been by his side through everything for as long as he can remember. he’s going to say it, scream it, whisper it, whatever he has to do to get it done.

peter calls you, he puts the phone back in its original position, and he waits with his foot tapping loudly against the clanging black metal of the fire escape. “heyyy, peter parker,” you sing into the phone after you pick up, pushing yourself away from your desk and dropping your pen onto the filled up loose leaf paper. you twirl a strand of hair between your fingers in a daydream like fashion. you can’t help it. he’s a daydream and a half, a whole fantasy world of his own, and you’re in too deep to break the surface of the water. “out saving queens like my favorite superhero?”

“spidey’s taking a break for a few hours,” he says, kicking his shoes off and propping them up on his bed frame. he’s still staring out the window, the sky glowing pink in anticipation of the sunset.

“oh, i meant iron man, but you’re cool,” you grin when you hear his loud scoff. you spin around in your chair when he starts laughing a little.

“mr. stark is gonna love you when you meet him, you’re lodged so far up his ass,” he snarks back lovingly, knowing he’s equally as fascinated with the man behind the iron suit. maybe even more so. he’s on the verge of running of a fan club, and he knows it. he clears his throat. “anyways, i’ve gotta tell you something.”

“again?” you huff, rubbing your hand over your eyes. “my heart can’t take the stress, peter. you’ve dropped massive atomic freaking bombs on me every time you’ve said those words! what is it, this time? another trip to europe so you can go battle with the avengers without me? tell me before i die from the anticipation.” peter runs a thumb over his mouth. maybe you’d kiss him one day, if he said it now, if he stopped being so scared. he wanted you to kiss him. and it was a terrible, terrible want. he shuts his eyes. to him, it’s like shutting his eyes prevents him from being terrified anymore.

“i just wanted you to know that you’re my best friend, in the world.” in other words, i love you. he holds the phone away from his mouth so he can scream into the nearest pillow without you hearing. of course he’s too embarrassed, too scared to face rejection. he can fight captain america and go head to head with the winter soldier, he can deck the bad guys in the face on the street corners in queens with ease and grace, he can face flash the ass and his stupid insults every day of his life, but he can’t tell you he’s in love you and he hates himself just a little bit because of it. “so, yeah, that’s it. felt like you needed a reminder. so, i’m here, reminding you. my best friend.” he reiterates the term so much it starts to irritate you, and you grip the phone so hard your hand pales from the pressure.

“got it. you’re my best friend, too, peter. thanks for the reminder. i should go study… for uh, you know, spanish. i’m gonna let you go. see you tomorrow?” peter’s frown mirrors yours despite being in two seperate places, and you disconnect the call without waiting for a response. your heart feels a little heavier, and you hate the reason why.

he leans his head back against the windowsill. he’d tell you differently, he decides, instead of over the phone like a seventh grader. he’d be better. he didn’t want this to just be another one of the things he says over the phone.

you skip school the next day.

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