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the one where you walked me home (porco x reader fic)

the one where you walked me home (porco x reader)

contents: porco x fem reader, mentions of marcel galliard, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, fluff, pining, alternate universe - college/university, modern au, bisexuality, smoking, porco galliard-centric

rating: teen and up audiences

summary: When he walks her home that night, Porco realizes he might have feelings for his childhood best friend. He has no idea in hell how to deal with it but he tries.

word count: 5079

notes: i just thought it'd be interesting to try writing a modern au porco/reader fic in a more porco-centric POV. what i try to do here is explore how he deals with the soft sappy feelings of slowly realizing he's in love since he's pretty bad at emotions and even more so when it's not a [strong, violent type of feeling]

*fic loosely based on this song:

*this is also cross-posted on ao3

***

2:40 AM at an empty parking lot behind a 7-Eleven. The nearest lamp post flickers weakly with its dimming orange light as Porco sets down his third empty beer can on the concrete with a yawn.

“Hey,” he says, lightly shrugging the shoulder against which she leaned her head on. She doesn’t budge from beside him. He rubs the lethargy off his eyes.

They’ve been sitting on this parking block for almost three hours now-- since they left the gig hours ago at the pub just across the university. They’d just spent the past few hours ranting about midterms and how fucked up alienated labor is along with the absence of ethical consumption under capitalism-- and how everyone is forced to participate in it, talking about trips they’d like to make in and outside the city, their ideal lovers, and anxieties about the future. This was a thing they did now and then, usually on Fridays and Saturdays-- seeking a kind of cathartic escape from their hectic academic life in each other’s company. A friendly rendezvous they’d jokingly call dates every now and then.

He leans forward just enough to get a peek at her face, partly obscured by the mess of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes.

So she’s asleep.

His eyes dart towards their things lumped together beside her feet-- their backpacks sitting atop an A4-size sketchbook along with the last unopened beer can.

Porco idly clinks his finger against the top of the beer can he had just emptied as he breathes out a wistful sigh.

Somehow, she always reminded him of his long-gone brother. Not to say that she shared even a bit of Marcel's fairly easygoing yet charming demeanor. Because she was far from that. She was loud with a crude mouth-- more like Porco himself, really-- except that she at least was kinder, more pleasantly charismatic towards other people than himself. And in that way, yes, she did remind him of Marcel. But there were other things-- pastimes and memories that reminded him of his brother when she came to mind. They’d known each other even as kids. Back in middle school, Porco remembers how she’d visit their home on the weekends so the three of them could build a Lego city which Marcel himself had drafted on the back of one of his sketchbooks. Those two were always quite the artists even as kids-- Porco recalls fondly. His brother had been the one to introduce her to Porco during one of those weekends. He didn’t like it at first-- how Marcel would seem to pay more attention to her at times as they animatedly sketched parts of the city on paper in the middle of assembling the Lego blocks. He’d eventually learned to be tolerant of her presence at least as the weekends passed by and the city gradually came to life-- vast with skyscrapers, houses, trees, vehicles, and lamp posts. Porco distinctly remembers building a garden with her beside a house that resembled the Galliard residence. He had assembled the green pieces that resembled leaf blades onto the flat Lego board, while she topped them off with tiny colorful flower pieces. It was honestly quite fun and it became a thing he eventually looked forward to on the weekends with Marcel.

But all things come to an end and at times, at points where they feel like they’re not supposed to. Porco knows this well.

In Marcel’s old room, the city remains hidden away, unfinished.

It was on a rainy day when Marcel had met an accident on his way home with a schoolmate. Onlookers had witnessed him racing against the red light to push Reiner away from the path of an incoming vehicle.

Even if it was an accident, Porco despises Reiner after that. He'd decided to never talk to him after the incident but as fate would ridiculously have it, they’d meet again in high school-- as classmates, nonetheless, to his dismay.

It was after this same incident that Porco had grown closer to her-- the only other person who possibly knew Marcel almost nearly as he himself did. She knew about the city and she knew about his sketches, after all. In the first few days after his brother’s wake, they’d simply talk about Marcel as they walked home together after school and how they both missed him. Those walks home would eventually involve detours at the nearest Mcdonald’s where they’d get nuggets and buy a Happy Meal-- the ones that came in flimsy cardboard packaging printed with colorful cartoon mascots-- for the sake of getting the collectibles that came with them. It was a thing they never really grew out of. Even now, as college kids, whenever they’d find themselves eating out together at the nearest Mcdonald’s after their Philosophy classes scheduled on Tuesdays and Thursdays, they’d get themselves a Happy Meal, even if they sometimes earned puzzled looks from the cashier as they engaged in quick, petty quarrels as to which collectible they should get.

Soon, Porco feels her shuffle in her seat beside him, the weight of her head now off his shoulder. She rubs the sleep off her eyes with a yawn.

“...should go home,” she drawls, accidentally kicking one of the empty beer cans sprawled in front of them on the concrete. It lands right at the feet of a passer-by who in turn shoots her a cold glare before kicking the can back in her direction. "I-- hey, uh, sorry about that," she apologizes, louder than necessary. Said passer-by only clicks their tongue in annoyance as they raised a middle finger at her before walking away with a muffled swear under their breath.

She exchanges incredulous, befuddled looks with Porco for a few silent moments before eventually letting out a snort and bursting into a fit of stupidly drunken laughter with him.

“...is what I mean… fucking capitalism... makesnasshole out ofveryone,” she remarks, broken phrases drawn out in between chuckles. “Yeah, yeah. I got it for the tenth time,” Porco says, laughing with a roll of his eyes. He stands up and stretches out a hand in front of her. “Now can we go home? Can’t exactly start a revolution when the alcohol’s fucked you up that bad,” he says with an impatient sigh.

“Yeah? How do you know? Did Karl Marx write that?” She languidly takes his hand.

“No, but-- fucking… well, I don’t know. Maybe? Indirectly? I mean, we did just give in to consumerism,” Porco says with a sharp click of his tongue as he pulls her up to stand.

“Well… yeah. I guess so.”

“Anyway.” Porco places a palm at the top of her head and urges her to face him. “You seem more out of it than me. I’m walking you home this time, alright?

”She shrugs languidly. “Sure, whatever,” she says, her words muffled as she falls face first into his chest.

“Give me the fucking keys,” he says coarsely after her third failed attempt at unlocking the door to her own flat. In the dim light of the hall, Porco tries to make out the shape of what he recognizes as the right one among the five keys dangling from her keychain. He sighs, frustrated as he finally unlocks the door.

“How the hell did you--?” Confused, she eyes the keys still dangling from the door. “Why wouldn’t it open when it was me?”

“For the love of--” Porco runs a palm down across his face with an exasperated sigh. “You were forcing the wrong key.”

“Oh.” She snorts trying to stifle a chuckle. Porco pulls the keys from the door and hands them to her along with the sketchbook he’d been carrying.

“Thanks.” She gives the door a light push before finally taking a step into the flat. And then a sudden stop. She pockets her keys and lets the sketchbook fall on the carpeted floor of the foyer. She tilts her head pensively for a few moments, staring blankly at the darkness of her room. Porco raises an eyebrow in confusion. She turns on her heel to face him again.

“What is it?” he asks.

She stands on the tips of her toes, eyeing Porco with what felt to him like newfound curiosity. She rests a hand on his shoulder to steady herself.

Her other hand soon reaches up to cradle the side of his face. It comes as a surprise, but not the kind that made you flinch or visibly react in some way. This was simply… unexpected. Weird. And somehow new.

She’s looking at me. And she’s looking like she’s waiting.

And what is she waiting for, exactly? He feels a nervous lump in his throat, swallows it down. He has half the mind to lean his face closer as he, too, looks at her-- and he looks at her like he’s waiting.

Alas, whatever this is-- it ends where it feels like it’s not supposed to.

“‘Night, Porco,” she says with a feeble smile before falling back flatly on her feet.

“Yeah. You too. I’ll see you around,” he says, tentatively glancing at his side.She crouches down to lazily pick up the sketchbook before finally entering her flat again. Porco catches her giving him a tiny wave through the crack of the door moments before she completely pushes it closed. He bids her goodbye with a curt nod.

Once the door closes, he rolls up the sleeve of his jacket to check the time.

3:15 AM. Porco raises a palm to his cheek. The ghost of her touch lingers on his skin.

***

“Are you serious?” Porco scoffs. “Y/N, you’re not even watching the film.” He leans his head against his palm with his arm resting on the side of the couch.

“Sure I am,” she says, unpinning her hair before letting her head fall on his lap. As she types out a message on her phone, Porco manages to make out Pieck’s name at the top of the chat box.

“You keep checking your phone.”

“It’s fine. We’ve both seen this film before anyway. I told you-- I’m just rewatching it for my paper on Nietzsche.”

“So you dragged me into this for what?”

She gives a halfhearted shrug. “I don’t know. Felt like it. Just wanted to bother you for a good film.” She finally sets aside her phone to look up at Porco with a shit-eating grin. He sighs and flicks a finger against her forehead. “Ow. What the fuck.”

“At least try to look like you’re actually watching,” Porco says, turning her head to face the TV screen.

"Fine, fine," she says with a grimace as she kneads the pain away on her forehead.

They’re now about an hour into Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. As lovers Joel and Clementine ran through the memories-- hand in hand mapping the history of their relationship-- the ups and downs-- scenes of the two playfully mocking the film at a drive-in theater, a stroll through the flea market leading into talks of having a child, lovemaking underneath the covers as Clementine told Joel about her insecurities rooting from childhood-- all these small intimacies that nonetheless revealed to each other their flawed, detestable selves along with reasons they probably shouldn’t be together, Porco realizes it.

He looks at her, notes the way the flicker of the TV screen daintily lit up her solemn face and how she’d break into a smile every now and then. She’d brush the back of her hand against his knee and point at the TV screen to tell him that this was among her favorite parts so he absolutely had to pay close attention. A bit funny considering she was the one who wasn’t paying much attention to the film during the first part, Porco thinks. At least she’s watching now, even as he can’t help but watch her instead.

As he absentmindedly brushes a hand against her hair, he wonders if they could be something more, wonders if they’d be anything like Joel and Clementine-- imperfect, but nonetheless worthwhile. They’d known each other since they were kids and he can definitely make a list of things he doesn’t like about her-- like the way she’s too loud and frisky and never seemed to take the right things seriously, how scatterbrained she was that she’d forget the schedule for a midterm exam and how her room always seemed to be in shambles, the way she was so stubborn she’d easily get upset at something as simple as choosing to eat at a fast food different from the one she insisted on, how she’d smoke in his dorm no matter how many times he’d told her that she could get him in trouble for it. But it's not like he's perfect either. She’d told him that he came on too headstrong at times and that’s why a lot of people felt intimidated by him-- a trait that had gotten him into fights and eventually, long afternoons of detention back in high school. She says she hates the way he thought himself too strong to cry in front of anyone and how he’d grown dismissive of opening up to her as they got older. Whenever they’d get into heated fights, she’d tell him that all you ever are is angry and how he was pretty shit at saying sorry like he meant it. And despite all of these, they had remained close friends over the years. They’d promised each other that they’d get better-- slowly, but surely-- even if that was something easier said than done. He could live with that. He would.

***

“Hey, uh--” Porco breathes out a puff of smoke as he hands her the cigarette. He gazes distantly at the parade of city lights before them-- from the headlamps of the vehicles passing below them on the bridge, the streetlights, and the buildings overhead. “--do you still like Pieck?”

She suddenly lets out a cough and a puff of smoke at that. She gapes at Porco incredulously.

“Pock, it’s been three years since we broke up. And that was high school.”

“Look, I know that, but--” he sighs. “I was just wondering.”

She laughs. “That’s not really what you wanted to ask, is it? There’s something else.” She raises an eyebrow at Porco. He rolls his eyes at that, irked at how easily she could read him. “So ask.” She passes him the cigarette and he takes a drag of it.

“Ok--” he says with a sigh. “--Have you liked any other girls after her?”

She raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

“No, not really. Nothing serious, at least. I mean, I did have a crush on this girl who sat beside me in English class during freshman year. But... that was freshman year, you know? Nothing ever really came of it. And you know I would have told you if something actually did, anyway."

“I see.”

“There’s more you want to ask,” she says with a cheeky smile.

“Ok. Fine.” Another drag of the cigarette. “How about-- boys? Have you liked any guy at all since then?” The city lights blur against the filter of smoke. Porco refuses to meet her eyes even as he feels her gaze on him-- heavy with something he could not exactly put his finger on. He knows she’s not smiling anymore and from his periphery, he thinks he senses a swallow in her throat. She turns to the city overhead.

“Yes, actually.” She takes the cigarette from him, smiling fondly upon the light brush of their fingers. “I-- you know, even though I’ve known for a long time that I liked both guys and girls, I still find myself doubting that sometimes. When I’m attracted to a girl, I sometimes think that maybe I was just gay all along. And now that I find myself actually liking a boy again, a part of me entertains the thought that maybe me liking girls was just a phase and maybe I was straight all along. But... I just know it’s not like that. And yet, what people say still gets to me-- they’ve got a way of making you think that being bi isn’t a real thing. Even though it is. I know because... I’m real, right?”

“Yeah. You are. You’re… you’re here.” The corner of his lips turn up as he says it. “I get it. I mean, I think I’m the same.”

“Really?” She turns to gape at him.

“I suppose I’ve never told you this either because it’s so fucking embarrassing, but…” He sighs defeatedly, kneading his temples with unease. “...I made out with Reiner in high school.”

She regards him with a scandalized look.

“Dude, what the fuck. I thought you hated the guy.”

“I do, alright? It’s just that… teenage hormones and shit. I was stupid and he’s stupid. I-- I don’t know what I was thinking that time. But… I do wonder sometimes--” He scratches his head tentatively. “--what my brother was thinking rushing in to save him from that accident. Like… just what did he see in that meathead that was worth saving?”

“And did you find your answer to that when you were making out?”

Porco eyes her with a deathly glare.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, so you did,” she says with an impish grin.

Porco flicks a finger against her forehead.

“Ow-- hey! Stop that,” she says with a grimace. “I mean, I don’t blame you. Reiner’s hot.”

He clicks his tongue at the remark before hastily seizing the cigarette from her grasp to take another drag. "Not like he's the only guy I ever found ho-- I mean liked."

She laughs.

"We should head back," he says coldly.

"Sure.” She nods. “Though… is there anything else you wanted to ask?"

As the filter of smoke hangs between them, Porco wonders about the boy she likes.

He shakes his head. "No. It's nothing."

***

“It was like deja vu,” Porco says, sighing into his phone as he shifts to lie near the edge of his bed. “Except in this dream… before she said goodnight, we, uh--”

“You kissed?” Pieck suggests from the other line.

“Well… yeah.” He puts a palm to cover his face, feeling the flush on his cheeks as he says it.

“So you like her,” Pieck says, almost breaking into a chuckle.

“I, uh…”

“I get it. She’s charming and reminds you of Marcel.”

“That’s…”

“I’ll be honest with you.” She sighs and Porco senses a smile from her tone. “Remember when I said I broke up with her because uni was getting too busy? The truth is that… I feel like you two always seemed to get along better than I ever could with her-- and it probably has to do with Marcel. When I realized that, I’ll admit I did start to feel jealous. I thought back then that you two might eventually get together. After all, you two were both still in high school, while I was already away in uni. It left me distraught for months so I just... decided to break it off. Don’t get me wrong, though. It’s been years and it’s not like I haven’t dated anyone else since then. And in hindsight, that just might have been for the best. I mean, you confiding in me about her right now-- I think-- is a testament to that. Because you realized it too, didn’t you?”

“Oh." He pauses. "I never thought that you-- Pieck, look, I--”

“Pock, if you feel guilty about it just because I used to date her, don’t. It’s not anyone’s fault. That… that she just loved you first. It’s circumstance. She met you and Marcel first before me.”

That she loved you first. As Porco echoes the words in his head, he becomes acutely aware of the beating in his chest and the warmth swarming his face. He buries his face in a pillow and screams into it.

“Hey, Pock? You ok there?” Pieck chuckles.

“How do I-- you think I should tell her?”

“Well, it’s the honest thing to do. And I genuinely think you don’t stand to lose much by doing so. Even if by the littlest chance of her not returning your feelings, I don’t think confessing would ruin your friendship. Might be a little awkward at first, but I don’t think she’ll end up hating or avoiding you at all.”

“You sure you’re not just sayi--”

“No, Pock. I’m not just saying this because we’re friends. I’m saying it because it’s what makes sense.”

“Ok, well… thanks,” he sighs. “And by the way… I’m sorry I called you this early. I know you’re probably busy especially since it’s your thesis year.”

“It’s fine. I’m glad you told me. Frankly, I do find satisfaction in knowing my speculations are correct. And you guys… you two are more predictable than you think-- if I’m being honest,” Pieck laughs.

“Well, I suppose being predictable isn’t so bad… if you’re right.”

Once they bid each other goodbye on the phone, Porco remains sprawled across the bed staring blankly at the ceiling. He rests a palm on his cheek, internally cursing Marcel as he feels the warmth streaming his face once again.

***

“Fuck,” Porco swears under his breath as they both ran towards the car, their feet splashing against the puddled ground as the rain cascades. A looming thunder rolls across the night sky as they make it to the safety of the vehicle.

“So… still not convinced that trying to get a Happy Meal on a rainy Friday at midnight was a bad idea?” Porco says, trying to catch his breath as he sets down the paper bag on the space between their seats.

“Well, I’ll admit it kinda sucked that you had to have your car still parked in school. And in my defense, I didn't expect the drizzle to cascade so soon on the way back. But you know what? It’s fine. We got what we needed and that’s all that matters. I’ll stand by this being a good idea.” She laughs as she peels off her drenched jacket. “Oh, by the way, where can I put this?”

“Just put it in the backseat,” Porco says as he peeled off his own jacket.

“Got it. Here, give me yours too,” she says before turning to place both of their drenched jackets in the backseat.

“Thanks.” Porco switches on the car’s dome light and the windshield wipers. The car’s interior now warmly lit, he rummages inside the paper bag, then hands her a box of chicken nuggets along with a plastic fork. “You want the fries now or later?”

“Later’s good. Thanks.” Porco acknowledges her with a nod, then leans back on the car seat with a languished sigh.

The rain patters incessantly against the windows over the rhythm of the windshield wipers. The faint yellow glow lulls from the ceiling of his car. He recalls a rainy evening spent staring out the window as he nervously waited for Marcel to come home. A distant memory weighs heavy on his eyelids.

“Porco. Are you ok?”

“What? Yeah.” Porco shifts lightly in his seat, slightly startled. “I just… remembered something.”

“What is it?”

“The rain. It just reminded me of Marcel.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Yeah.”

“You know, he was…” She puts down her food and lightly wipes the sides of her mouth with the back of her hand. “Back then, I considered him as something a little more than a best friend. I like that he liked my drawings and how he never made fun of them… even though he was ways better than me at it,” she recalls fondly.

He scoffs. “So… are you guilt-tripping me for something I said about your drawings when we were twelve?”

“You were an asshole, but you should be glad I’m past that.” She rolls her eyes with a sigh. “All I’m saying now is that Marcel was... really special to me.”

“What-- did you have a crush on Marcel or something?”

She snorts. “You could say... it was something like that. Yeah.”

Figures. He nonchalantly crosses his arms in front of his chest. The pattering rain fills in the lull in their conversation.

“I like your drawings too,” he finally says.

“That’s why I drag you along every time I go out to draw. You like watching me, right?” She teasingly raises an eyebrow as she says it.

“Well, sure.” He shrugs awkwardly in his seat.

“Tell me. What else do you like?”

“I don’t know. Let’s see…” he sighs, feigning annoyance with a roll of his eyes. “I like it when I’m in the middle of pulling an all-nighter at Tim Hortons… and you go on and disturb me just to get a Happy Meal on a rainy Friday midnight.”

“Yeah?” she chuckles. “What else?”

Porco turns to glance at her. As she meets him with a playful grin, his mind races with answers.

I like it when you steal my jacket and you leave me to freeze to death in the cold of the cafe’s AC. I like it when you go on a chaotic, semi-coherent drunken rant about how badly you want capitalism dismantled. I like it when you remember Marcel. I like your hair. I like how your hands unpin your hair before you rest your head on my lap.

He scoffs-- more in reaction to his own thoughts than at her teasing. Who knew he could be that embarrassingly sappy? “What are you… getting at?”

“Nevermind.” She shakes her head, still smiling. She laughs while timidly raising a palm to her cheek. “Can we share your fries now?”

***

“So I’m thinking of getting a tattoo,” Porco says, settling himself on the dormitory steps faintly lit by the porch lights hanging on both sides of the entrance.

“Cool. So where do you want it?” She sits beside him while setting down her things-- a shoulder bag and a sketchbook on the concrete step.

“I was just thinking on my arm,” he says, pointing a finger at a spot on his skin.

“What do you want it to look like?”

“Not sure yet.”

“I could draw you one.”

“Yeah?”

“Sure. I could do it right now.”

“Really?”

She takes the ballpoint pen out of the spring of her sketchbook and begins to doodle something on his arm. Covering her drawing with a cupped palm, she chuckles while mischievously peering up at him.

“I swear to god, if you’re drawing something embarrassing-- Oh, fuck you.” Porco laughs, managing to take a peek at the ink drawing of a cartoon porcupine with the hair on its head stylishly pushed back. Below the drawing, it writes 'porcopine.' He pulls his arm away from her grasp.

"What? You don't like it?" She grimaces.

"Porcopine? Really?"

“What? It's cute,” she says with an offended click of her tongue, reaching for his arm once again.

Below the word 'porcopine,' she then writes the phrase 'i <3 you.'

Porco furrows his brows upon reading the phrase, then lets out a chuckle. “What does this--?” he asks, pointing out the inked words on his skin.

“What do you mean? It is what it is.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do.”

“How do you mean it?”

She tilts her head pensively and squints at Porco as she gathers how to describe exactly what she meant. She supposes that he’s right-- a clarification was indeed necessary. This kind of thing could get confusing, after all. When you’ve known each other for so long in a relationship such as this, lines tend to blur. One day, you could both feel like the bestest of friends, and then like lovers the next.

“I mean it in a way that I wouldn’t mind marrying you.”

“Oh.” Porco gapes at her for a moment. “Ok,” he says, letting out an awkward chuckle.

“What’s with that reaction? I’m serious, Pock.”

“I just… I mean, to be honest…” He furrows his brows, carefully pondering his words. “I wouldn’t mind marrying you either.” Porco scratches his head sheepishly.

“Ok then,” she chuckles, shifting in her seat to face him. “We could build something. Something bigger than a Lego house. Maybe one with a garden. A story with a perfect ending.”

“Yeah? And if it’s not perfect, what then?”

“Something worthwhile, then. An ending that feels like an ending.”

“Ok. I can live with that,” he laughs.

“Porco.”

As she cradles his face in between her palms, Porco becomes acutely aware of the flush in his cheeks.

Then, slowly, she leans closer to gingerly place a kiss at the tip of his nose.

They soon find themselves both chuckling at what was probably the most blatantly romantic gesture between them thus far.

“So, uh, what are we now, exactly?” he asks awkwardly as they soon pull away.

She shrugs. “Lovers? Best friends who would marry each other? Though the latter is kind of a mouthful if you ask me.”

“Yeah. Let’s go with that first one.”

“Say, Porco.” She tilts her head questioningly at him. “You want to tell me how this night ends?”

“How the hell should I--”

She puts a finger to his lips and shakes her head. “Hey. Lovers now, remember? I’m not the only one telling this story. So tell me.”

“Ok. Let’s see,” he sighs. And so he indulges her. “It ends with you beside me. We’re lying down on my bed.”

“Clothed or naked?”

He gapes. “Are you seriously even consi--”

She flicks a finger against his forehead as she regards him with a mischievous smile. “Just answer the question.”

“Ok, fine,” he resigns, lightly kneading his forehead. “Look, I want to say naked because my AC’s broken ri--”

“Naked it is, then.”

“Clothed.” He glares. “For tonight.”

“Fine, fine,” she says, scratching her head in resignation. “You sure you’re not having second thoughts about letting me stay tonight, though? Not worried you might wake up with a bunch of porcopines on your face? Or I don’t know-- dick drawings?”

“Fuck off,” he says with a chuckle.

“So… what is it, really? You want me to stay or you want me to go?”

Porco sighs before slowly leaning his face closer to hers.

“I want you to stay,” he says against her cheek, before placing a chaste kiss on her skin. “Whatever I wake up to in the morning, I’m sure it’s worth it.”

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milkmeharry · 4 years

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spiderman trio in quarantine

a/n: i was bored and wondered what mj, ned, and peter would be doing. this is my first headcanon so bear with me ! enjoy :)

ALSO for those of you who don’t know of zoom it’s online program where you can have video conferences (it’s mainly used for school or work related call but you can totally have zoom calls with friends and family) and kast is an online program where you can screen share a movie or show with other people while on a video call and chat

- so shelter-in-place was put into effect for nyc and midtown school of tech went online

-peter's immune but could be a carrier to aunt may

- definitely limits going outside at first

-but he notices how much he's really needed out there

-he spends his days getting and giving out groceries to those who need it

-maybe helping out clinics make sure things are going smoothly

-or maybe swinging around new york to entertain the kids stuck in their apartments

-of course, crime doesn't stop even during a pandemic

-so spiderman is still out there

-maybe he'll post on his official social media

-and promote social distancing

-he'd probably bust people for going outside and lecture them on social distancing

- at home, he'd stick to staying in his room

-and the few times he'd leave his room he'd watch a movie with may or cook with her because she missed him

-knowing peter he'd probably try to build ventilators to donate to hospitals

-he'd split his time between school, mj, spiderman duties, and building the ventilators

-speaking of mj

-they miss each other

-only got a few months to really be together

-so there'd definitely be plenty of zoom dates with mj

-maybe they change the background of their zoom call to both be paris

-and peter tries to make a joke like "well we finally made it to Paris"

-and mj giggles

-they'd probably spend all night talking to each other

-and fall asleep on call

-they'd really miss each other's hugs

-and kisses

-peter would probably visit her

-and stand outside her window on the fire escape

-but he wouldn't dare go inside

-mj would head to the window and talk to him

-but they'd stay 6 ft apart bc social distancing

-they'd get creative though

-maybe peter would set up a makeshift table on the escape

-and mj would set up a table in her room

-they'd both bring their own meals

-a little battery-powered candle would be sitting on both of their tables

-maybe even a little flower in a small vase

-and they'd have a candlelit dinner

-or maybe mj would pull up a chair

-and read to peter through the window

-ORRR she'd bring her sketch pad and draw peter

-she'd give it to him and he'd hang it up in his room

-speaking of mj in quarantine

-she would probably have ordered a bunch of books before the shelter-in-place order

-and use the time to make a large dent in her list of books she wanted to read

-her sleep schedule would be the WORST out of all of them

-staying up at all hours of the night to read

-or draw

-she'd practice her writing skills

-we all know mj has a stan account

-she'd finally update her ongoing spiderman fanfic

-of course, she'd be interrupted by the group chat blowing up her phone

-it's mainly ned's hourly "well shit, what are y'all up to" texts

-mj would mostly ignore them

-peter would send a picture of him swinging

-the group chat would pop off at weird times of the day

-it'll be like 2:11 AM and ned would spark a random convo about star wars

-of course, they'd all be awake

-peter and ned would go back and forth

-mj would just stare at her phone

-until midway into their convo

-she'd text "go to bed dorks"

-and then all of them would go off about how each other should go to sleep

-only to ignore each other and be up for another hour

-bickering about everything and nothing at the same time

-maybe even group kast calls

-where they screen share a movie

-so they can all watch

-because they finally want mj to watch the series

-mj, of course, did not care

-but for peter, she did

-ned would most likely be building more lego sets

-take this time to finish the sets he never even started

-he'd probably feel a little lonely

-spend some time going through pictures from last summer

-he'd most likely come across pictures of him and betty

-he'd probably go back and forth with himself on whether he should text her

-in the end, betty would end up texting ned

-maybe a funny meme she found that reminded her of him

-or a news article about star wars or whatever

-and the pair would fall for each other again just as they did last summer

-since midtown is online they'll have online zoom classes

-Mr.Harrington most likely doesn't know how to use zoom

-so every zoom call starts with a 5 minute silence from everyone

-except Mr.Harrington is just staring at the screen

-trying to figure out if he's doing it right

-he'll most likely close the tab and spend another 5 minutes pulling it back up

-the class is probably going to draw over his screen and he won't know how to turn the feature off

-flash would most likely draw a penis and write penis parker on it

-Mr.Harrington would probably mute himself halfway and no one would say anything

-probably try to crack a joke about how lonely it would be without his ex-wife

-needless to say everyone is lonely

-but they all have their ways to try setting a new norm for the time being

a/n: requests are open btw!

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 5 years

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Dandelion

BTS

Park Jimin/Reader [F]

Genre: College AU, Enemies->Friends->Lovers, Fluff

Warning(s?): Mentions of Drinking/Smoking,��Jimin’s Tattoo

Words: 9.7k

Summary: Park Jimin was a hot topic name floating around campus on the daily. Always seen with a girl at his hip with a different girl on his thigh just a few days later. Rumor has it he’s never had a fling with one girl lasting longer than a week. With your gossip-addicted best friend and his friendship with Jimin, Jimin comes to learn about you. A week isn’t so hard sticking around one girl, the hardest part is when day 7 stars approaching. So, he decides he wants to make a wish instead. Wishing on a dandelion has to work.

a/n: this is sloppy bc I did it all in one sitting and I apologize

“I heard Jimin broke up with his girlfriend!” The first thing you were greeted with at lunchtime and it was your overly excited, sparkly-eyed best friend. He was always the one to get any and all gossip he could just because he wanted to be part of the circle of gaudy gossip. You could care less about half the bull that comes out of his mouth.

“And why would I care? What, is it his longest lasting relationship or something. Wow, 5 days with the same chick, whoop-dee-doo.” You slid into a cafeteria, blue chair unloading the tray filled with two wrapped chicken sandwiches and a styrofoam bowl of strawberries.

“Oh come on, you can’t deny that it’s odd. There’s talk about him actually liking this one, maybe he’ll go back in for a double dip.”

You gagged. “Eugh, can’t you go and tatter off to your other friends? I don’t wanna hear anything about Jimin’s sex life, Jackson.”

Jackson slumped over in the seat next to you as he sighed dramatically into the air. He would always act like you just kicked over a tower of legos he spent 4 hours building whenever you would blatantly refuse to care about his gossip. It was no surprise that Jackson knew all the haps of anything ever. He was a people person, who knew everyone ever it seemed.

If you called some random number over in LA, you had no doubt if you mentioned Jackson, they would answer back ‘oh, yeah I know him!’. He’s been everywhere and you were always curious as to why. He wasn’t a homebody by any stretch.

“I can’t talk to other people about his hips girl, all because they’ve all been with him before. You- albeit- haven’t! So, I can talk to you about him with a clean slate honey.”

“That reasoning and your stupid use of pet names have no correlation of why I need to hear it and I’ve also revoked your drunk stay over privilege until next Monday.”

Jackson gapped at you.

“Your couch is my drunk home! Don’t evict me you, she-devil!” He whapped at your shoulder and swapped right back to the topic at hand. “Besides, I’m his friend, why aren’t you?”

“Do you really have to ask? He doesn’t know I exist for one and I’d like to keep it that way. All he’s gonna do is try and wedge his half-dollar-coin-sized dick between my legs.”

“Sometimes, you really do need to get laid.”

“If you don't think I won’t knee him in the balls if he comes even within a 4-foot radius of me, you’re wrong.”

Sensing the conversation die, Jackson finally moved onto a different topic altogether. Even if the topic shifted from Jimin, the conversation he yapped your off about how unsanitary the school campuses bathroom is, was still far from welcome.

Munching on your food, and nearly finished Jackson stopped his yammering when someone clapped his shoulder. Looking over his shoulder, he busted out into laughter at the irony as you could see their figure in the corner of your eyes. Only offering a small and short eyeroll.

Park Jimin stood behind Jackson, his hand on his hip with a pair of shades and a beanie on his blonde head. His leather jacket covered his yellow flannel that hid his white tee with his jeans that were ripped at the thigh. His biker boots were worn and frankly needed some care to them.

You remain unbothered and silent as the two began to speak to another.

“I was told to pass along the message,” Jimin said as he held out a small scrap of folded paper. Taking it with a pluck, Jackson flipped it open and scanned the words written along it.

“Right on, right on. Whose place is this one at?”

“Jin’s setting us up.” Jackson whistled with a smirk.

“Of course. Mr. Connections, always pulling through.”

Jimin nodded, Seokjin always had connections. Be it with a house to throw parties or what flower shop to go to when your little 3-year-old niece wants a bouquet of daisies for her birthday. He always had a go-to. Perks of being a rich kid who knew any and everyone with the social skills to back you up. You’ve even asked him once if he knew a place in town that sold old, used textbooks. He was cocky about it, but at least he gave you an answer and a promise to save some money.

“Friday at 8. Don’t forget like last time and show up at 3 when everyone is already passed out or getting fucked in a room, yeah?” Jimin quipped with a smirk on his face. Jackson only rolled his eyes as he swiveled around to you, shoving the paper in your face as you popped a strawberry in your mouth.

Reading the words in sloppy handwriting, it looked like a kindergartner wrote it. It just showed a location, a time and date. Probably all the for party that you assumed to two were fawning over. You shifted your eyes to look over the paper into Jackson’s face. A gleam in his eyes and a smile on his face. Far too suspicious.

“Why am I looking at this?”

“You’ve gotta come with me!” You rolled your eyes as slapped the top of his hand, making him retracted it and rub at the skin with a pout. “Rude,” he muttered.

“If you think I’d enjoy being in a loud, sweaty, drunken club with all your frat friends looking for a night less than 20$ and 5 shots, you really need to revoke your friendship with me. I’d rather stare directly into a high voltage flashlight for 2 hours and go blind, thanks.”

You popped another strawberry into your mouth as Jackson laid his head down on the table and looked at you. Lips pouted and eyelashes fluttering like a damsel in distress.

“Please?”

“Not happening.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Jackson!”

“Okay okay,” he reasoned before he sat up and snapped his fingers. A stupid plan forming in his head, you could feel it. “How about it’ll be a favor for me? I’ll owe you one!” You sighed as you rubbed your forehead. He was such a headache. “Please, I won’t ask anything more for the rest of the month plus I’ll even owe you a favor. Any favor, you know I'm down for anything.”

“So long as it doesn’t end up with you sitting in a holding cell?” You quipped with a smile as you remember back in high school he was running around town, causing all sorts of trouble with beer on his brain instead of logic.

“That was a long time ago! Let it die!” He whined.

As the two of you bickered, the both of you had failed to register Jimin still stood at the table. Jimin knew a lot of the student body, even if the campus and college were diverse and huge. Though, he hadn’t seen you before. Arguing with Jackson about not wanting to come to a world-class frat party was amusing enough. The fact that you seemed to know Jackson already, only made it better. You probably had so much dirt on him it was laughable.

You seemed stubborn, probably annoyingly so. He moved to rest his rear on the table top, lounging with one leg propped up as he watched you two. He wasn’t needed here, he wasn’t required to stay and listen in on a conversation that had literally nothing to do with him.

Yet, he was intrigued all the same. Then, you noticed him.

You peeked around Jackson as you threw the last strawberry from your bowl into your mouth, the red from the fruit staining your lips in a way he wanted to forget, but somehow knew he wouldn’t.

“Can we help you?” You asked in a spiteful manner. He lifted his hands in defense.

“Oh no, carry on. This is fun,” he replied as you rolled your eyes. “Besides,” he started again, “it’s just a party. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Some of us have other things to do believe it or not. Maybe I’m not into alcohol, or maybe I’m just not a party person. Ever think of that genius?”

He hissed in a playful manner, dramatically clutching his chest.

“That stings. And to think I was inviting you.”

“No, Jackson was inviting me.”

“But, I invited him. So through correlation, I am the mastermind.”

“Oh my god,” you sighed as Jackson bit his lip in amusement. He knew Jimin had no idea who you were, yet he was chatting you up like you’ve been talking for a week. “I don’t really want to take an invite from some rando guy who hops from girl to girl like frogs from lily pads. Please shut up.”

Before anything else, you looked at the watch face on your wrist and pushed out your chair. Loading the tray with your trash and empty strawberry-stained bowl, you slung your bag over your shoulder. Jackson stood up as well, taking the tray from you as you huffed.

“I’ll take your trash,” he kindly said. It was suspicious once again, but you’d allow it. “You’re going to work on your camera right? Didn’t you get a new one?” You nodded.

“I did. I was going to go back to the dorms and fiddle with it. I don’t have another lecture until 4, so I can afford some practice photos.” He nodded.

“Make sure to take a photo of a dandelion and show it to me first!”

“What if I wanted to show my roommate?”

“You know she won’t be there. She’s always out late.”

“You’re right,” you added with a playful smirk. She worked late and after that, she always had something to do. It was a good night when she came sauntering into the dorm at 2 AM.

“Go on, shoo you, little photographer, you.” You shook your head with a chuckle and began to walk off. Swerving around chairs and people, you plugged your headphones into your phone and placed your sound muffling cuffs over your head and toned out the world. Leaving the cafeteria, the school and then to the campus grounds.

Jackson as he said, dealt with your trash as Jimin hopped up from his seat on the table top and meandered his way back through the cafeteria to his mob of friends. All talking about one thing or another.

All Jimin could think about as he drummed his fingers on his arms was how to convince you to come to the party on Friday. He had something he wanted to know about and, quite frankly, he felt like you inadvertently challenged him. So, of course, he had to prove a point now.

Having someone banging on your door Friday evening at 6 PM was something you surely didn’t want to deal with. Already cozy with one of your old hoodies and a pair of shorts with your hair a damp mess from your shower earlier on, you were lounging on your couch flipping through TV channels utterly bored.

Jackson had spammed you with text after text trying to convince you to come to the party. He tried every bribe in the book, but you just would not yield. You only assumed that Jackson was the one pounding down your dorm door, but when it didn’t stop and your phone never chimed with a text to let him in, you grew curious.

Growing tired of the constant bangs that didn’t seem to stop anytime soon, you rolled off the couch and stomped to the door, swinging it open without even peeking through the peephole who is inside. Ready to be met with your best friend's face, yet not so.

“What the hell?” You whispered to yourself. There, in front of you and your dorm room who just shoved his way past your shoulder to saunter inside was Park Jimin himself. “Um, excuse me?”

He, with his hands shoved into the pockets of his mint green windbreaker, turned to you with his tousled blonde hair and dark eyes. “Yes?”

“Get the hell out?” You questioned as you motioned to the door. He untucked his hands as he cupped his chin and puckered his mouth and crinkled his chin in a false thought motion. He was already trying your patience.

“I think I’m good. Thanks for the offer though!” You groaned as you begrudgingly shut your door, glad for once that your roommate never comes back until way later than 6PM. When you waltzed back into your living room, Jimin had made himself comfortable on your couch with your TV remote like he lived here. You were offended, obviously so.

You stood in the doorway of the room as Jimin waved you over as you took skeptic steps towards him and sat on the far end of the couch. Clear away from his grabby fingers that probably need a sanitize or two.

“I don’t bite you know,” he chuckled as he dug his phone from his pocket. He opened his messages and you watched his thumbs drum away on the screen. Messaging, hitting send, opening a new conversation and repeat. How many friends did he have? “We’ll leave in an hour.” He said without batting an eye.

“Excuse me?”

“Jin’s party? We’re going.” Who did this man think he is?!

“Says who?! I’m not going, I’m pretty sure I made that obvious before. You were eavesdropping so you know this mind you.”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping, I was just listening. It’s not like I was hiding behind a wall and listening in while you and Jackson bitch back and forth. Which is funny, by the by.” He dropped his phone into his lap as he hiked his arm up on the back of the couch, looking at you, your knees pulled to your chest with your feet on the couch cushion. “You’re actually quite cute.”

You quickly jumped up and sat perched on the arm of your couch, pointing a finger at him as you opened your mouth and furrowed your brows.

“Ah-ha! I knew it!”

“Knew what?”

“You’re just a sleazy, shady, horny college frat boy who is just following me around because you don’t know me!” Jimin offered an annoyed eye roll, his eyes sticking up to his eyelids before he looked back down with a snarky grin. “I’ve heard your resume from Jackson, and I know better than to throw myself at you.”

“Oh, so you know about me? Well, that’s unfair as I know nothing about you.”

“In fact, come any closer and I’ll punch you in your stupid face.” Jimin just shook his head as he huffed out through his slightly parted lips. He watched as you sat perched on the arm of your couch like some sort of bird of prey, practically hissing at him. You had obviously heard all the rumors from Jackson, most of which are probably true. Most. Not all of them are true though, however, he won't deny that he couldn't count the numbers of girls he's 'dated' on his fingers and toes combined.

"You know, I'm not all that bad. I'm not gonna just get you drunk and pull some cheap trick on you like some jock would." He slid his phone into his windbreaker pocket. "How about we compromise."

"Sounds sketchy," you reply without missing a beat.

"Now, now, hear me out. I can tell you don't like me much," you interrupted him with a sarcastic 'oh really' before he continued talking over you, "but I'm not so much as a horn dog as I am something willing to give someone something they want. I'm not into sex if it's not consensual, so don't worry about me making any moves on you." He spoke like he was being truthful, but you still weren't a hundred percent certain you could take his words at face value. He sighed, "look, if you go with me, we don't have to stay the whole time," he tacked on.

"We? Makes it sound like you're expected me to tail you all night."

"Not exactly, I will be hanging around you though. Jackson said parties aren't your scene, and I absolutely know that if you had the option, you'd be a wallflower all night." You squinted at him as you held your pinkie towards him. He looked at it with ticked brows then back to you. "And this is?"

"A pinkie finger," you answered.

"No shit genius, why are you sticking it in my face?"

"Oh please, it's like you don't know what a pinky promise is." You rolled your eyes. "I'll go to the stupid party if, and only if, you stick to your word and not abandon me to flounder on my own because I'm actually a big wimp and I will cry and I will cause a scene otherwise."

Jimin busted out laughing as he linked his pinky in yours. Extending your thumb, you pressed it against the pad of his own and 'locked' in the promise. Now he absolutely wasn't allowed to go back on his word. Or else you'd probably throw a knife set at him.

Jimin shooed you off as you walked to your room, swaying and moaning the entire way before you shut it behind you. So much for a boring, cozy night in. For once, maybe you'd see your roommate if you weren't out all night. You sighed as you sadly stripped out of your hoodie and shorts replacing them with skinny jeans with holey knees and a white shirt. Fixing your messy hair and tying it back with a stretched out hair tie, you slipped on your worn out flats and grabbed your phone from the nightstand.

It was nothing glamorous, and you expected other girls to probably be dressed more... openly to put it nicely. Though, you were only going because you were peer pressured into it, not to get laid and definitely not to get hit on. If anyone even came close to you with a stupid, drunk pick up line, you're most likely to panic and flee the scene like you committed murder.

You sighed as you looked into your mirror.

"Why am I a pushover to some jerk who hardly knows me?" Then, you gasped as you stomped your foot, finally registering that Jackson had blabbed to JImin about you. "That snake!! I'm taking away his drunk couch privileges indefinitely!" All while Jimin sat on the couch in the living room, laughing to himself as you screamed at nothing and shot Jackson a text that you were coming with him to the party.

To say Jackson's reply back was overbearing was an understatement. He acts like an idiot towards you, but the 'Don't you dare try anything with her, I swear to god,' text he received told him that the relationship you two have is more than just back and forth banter.

When Jimin's ears perked up at the sound of your door down the hall unlatching, he picked himself up off the couch and watched as you came back into the living room changed and much more party ready. He let out a loud whistle as you adjusted your shirt, tucking it in and letting the boy see just the smallest sliver of your stomach and if he was being honest, it was more attractive than he thought it would be.

You were teasing him and you weren't even aware of it. That was the most painful thing about you so far. He cupped his chin as he looked at you. Peeking up as you fumbled with getting your shirt just right, you caught him inspecting.

"What?" You bit.

"Something just seems, off? Something is missing from this look." He hummed as he walked around you. The shirt was fine, the jeans were aesthetically pleasing and the small choker you hooked around your neck was a touch of college that worked wonderfully with the outfit in question. He came back to your front as he scrunched his eyes and then shot them open with a snap and a small ah-ha moment. "I know! You need a jacket!"

"Why?"

"Because it's a staple in fashion to have a jacket with a look so simple. Your shirt and jeans combo with a flare of the choker is appealing, but a jacket always seals the deal! Or, if it's too hot than settle for a cardigan."

"What are you, a fashion guru?"

"No, but I do take a high deal of pride in my fashion sense." You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms. Why white? It was almost too transparent, your stupid yellow star printed bra was just barely visible in the bright lights of the living room. Surely it'd be fine at the party, it'll be dark in the house, save for the random rave lights that Jin is bound to have. He goes all out when it's his party.

"And I assume you'll want this jacket to be black?" He nodded, it would be just wrong to have a white jacket over a white shirt. It would clash too much. "Too bad, I don't have one. I have a grey one?" He shook his head.

"Nope. Monochromatic is good, but not with this look. Black is the only option. Ah, you know what, I have something at my house I could lend you. It'd so perfect with you!" He smiled as he grabbed your wrist. "Come on, I live 10 minutes off campus. We've no time to waste!" He whined as he dragged you through the dorm and eventually out the door.

Soon, within the next hour, you found yourself climbing off of his motorcycle- that nearly frightened you to death with him as the driver- in his leather jacket outside a house too big to be real and almost envy-inducing.

The house was two stories and looked like a widened stock photo with how wide it was. All the window shades were open and lights of blues, reds, purples flickered in uneven patterns through them. The music was just bass boosted enough you could feel it in your feet when Jimin marched you both up the patio and through the door. It was like walking into a speaker the way your body met with all the heat, lights and loud music.

You couldn't hear yourself think as you weaved through people, behind their backs and gasping when you nearly ran into a couple more than ready to take their lip lock elsewhere. You shrunk in on yourself as you stumbled around before Jimin took your wrist again.

"Come on," he leaned closer to you and spoke loud enough you could hear him. Letting him drag you off somewhere, he quite rudely pushed people away and maneuvered through the crowds of drunk college kids. He was definitely used to this- the way he moved through the masses was a clear indication of that.

Soon he had pulled you into the kitchen where it was much less crowded than you figured it would be. You would think since all the liquid was stored here, it would be a madhouse, but only a few bodies stood around sipping from the typical red cup with rosey, drunken cheeks. The music had dulled back in the kitchen, so a conversation wasn't totally out of the question. You placed your hand on your chest and sighed at the room to actually breathe.

Jimin, beside you, chuckled as he rubbed your back between your shoulder blades.

"you really aren't cut out for tight spaces, doll." You glared at him.

"Oh, so you just now realize that you moron?" He only chuckled as he whipped out his phone and sent a text to someone. Just one text, as opposed to an hours earlier when he was texting anyone and everyone nonstop in sequence.

No soon was Jackson waltzing into the kitchen. JImin watched as you seemed to lighten up at the face of someone so familiar to you. Jackson sauntered out with a smile, nearly jogging at he bumped into your side with his own. Wearing a snapback and some jersey with a pair of old, acid washed jeans, he looked like a jock ripped straight out of some gross teen-movie.

His breath stunk of booze, but he was still partially sober. He could hold his alcohol better than you thought he could, to be honest. You pushed away his cheek that was far too close to your face to get the radiant smell of beer away from your nose.

"you're gross and smell, get away from me you sweaty-"

"Do not insult me when I know for a fact you're so ready to shit bricks."

You gaped at him as you smacked the back of his head, making him whine and wince as he rubbed it. Sure you were nervous being here, but you weren't that nervous. You crossed your arms as you pouted, Jimin once again finding a sense of adorableness between you and Jackson's interactions.

"I hate you," you muttered as Jackson feigned hurt. He dropped his act as he playfully slapped your ass, making you squeak before he turned to Jimin.

"How'd you get Straight-Lace-Y/n out of her room on a Friday my man? I gotta know, for future reference of course."

"You would never believe how easy she is to persuade if you say the right things." Jackson gasped.

"You didn't make some sketchy deal did you?!" You squawked as Jackson quickly pulled you against his chest, nearly knocking you over in his haste as he practically hissed as Jimin. "Don't be touching my little Y/n! She's way too young!" You whined.

"I'm only a few years younger than you!" Jimin didn't know how old you were exactly, but if you were younger than Jackson, you were around his age then? Jimin just shook his head as he slipped his thumbs through the front belt loops of his pants, leaning back just enough for it to almost be attractive. Almost.

"I won't disclose our agreement with someone who didn't witness it. Clients secrecy."

"Stop!" You grumbled. "That makes it seem so bad!" Jimin laughed as the three of you soon took to sticking in your little group and chatting. Jimin had finally got you to loosen up enough to at least have one cup of something to drink. Beer wasn't typically your thing, but after not being impressed with the rest of the liquor lineup, it wasn't so bad in comparison.

Eventually, you seemed to even start enjoying yourself. Playfully quipping at anything Jackson or Jimin had to say and even smiling or laughing at some dumbass joke that came out of one of their mouths. Jimin laid off the alcohol for the most part, as he was your ride home and he may be wild, but drunk driving is definitely not his main game.

Soon, Jackson abandoned ship and Jimin had begun to wander around and meet of people he knew, all while you remain attached at his side with his hand over yours. True to his word, he never once left you on your own the whole night and when Jimin finally suggested you go back to your dorm it was well past midnight. You didn't want to stay out this late, but you weren't particularly fussed about it either.

Weaving back around passed out drunks, far too attached couples and still dancing troopers, Jimin and you ended up back outside and across the lawn to his motorcycle where it had sat parked all night.

As he placed his helmet on his head and climbed on, you followed he flipped up his visor to look at you.

"It wasn't so bad, now was it?" His muffled voice asked. You rolled your eyes, hating to admit that anything Park Jimin did for you was actually enjoyable unlike you previously thought.

"It wasn't awful, but don't expect this to happen a second time, Park." After dropping you off and making sure you got into your room safe and sound at ten after 1AM, he drove back home. He lived in an apartment off campus, well off enough to afford it before he needed to get back into the part-time job department of life.

Stripping free of his party clothes and swapping them out for sweats and a thin, stretched out grey shirt, he flopped onto his bed. Realizing two things. One, you still had his leather jacket and two, he hadn't stopped smiling since you wrapped your arms around his waist on the way back to your home.

You were rudely awoken the next morning at 10AM with your phone that blared for the 4th time beside your head. Groaning, you grabbed the stupid piece of screaming plastic that continued to ring and finally looked at the screen. Though it was sunny outside, your blackout curtains in your room made sure to keep that pesky sunlight out, so the screen brightness did little to no good on your retinas.

Unknown Calling…

You squinted at your screen. Who was calling you? Sighing, as soon as the call dropped for the 4th time, you noticed that the same number had been the same one to call previously. Rolling lazily onto your chest, your blankets tangling around your legs as your you felt your hair tangled around your neck and around your ears. You stared at the black screen of your phone, as you were testing a hypothesis. True to your suspicious, the screen lit up as your ringtone blasted for the 5th time.

Answering it seemed to be your only option at this point. Five back to back calls was way too excessive to be some random coincidence. Swiping to answer it, you pushed your hair out of the way and placed your phone by your ear.

“Hello?” You answered the best you could with sleep still thick in your voice.

“Your sleep schedule is awful. It’s been like, what? Nine hours and your ass in still in bed?” You groaned as you flopped onto your back.

“How did you get my number, Jimin?”

“Take a wild guess?” He teased. Obviously, it was Jackson. You muttered a ‘snake’ under your breath as Jimin chuckled into the line. “Get up, we’re going out.” You blinked at your dark ceiling.

“And if I said no?”

“Then I’ll come bang on your dorm door again. I’m already sitting outside the campus dorms. It’s not too long of a trip up the stairs Y/n.” You groaned again knowing full well that Jimin absolutely meant it. “No?”

“Fine, give me like 15 minutes.”

“15?!”

“Don’t push me,” you cut as you hung up on him. Tossing your phone aside, you crawled out of bed with a whine as you wobbled around your room, trying to wake up enough to wash your face before getting dressed.

Jimin stood at the curb of the dormitory, leaning against a light pole. He watched as you cut the call off and your number faded from his phone screen. Shaking his head, he pocketed his phone as he took a breath out. Part of him was wondering what he was doing?

He could’ve made other plans today, but he didn’t. Rather, he didn’t want to. He fell asleep with you on the brain and woke up the same exact way. After texting Jackson all morning, trying to pry information out of him and successfully doing so with the promise of a week’s worth of lunch on him, he finally got your number out of him too. So, the calling began.

He was rather shocked it only took 5 calls to wake you up. He laughed to himself as he plucked his phone from his pocket and sent you a text before you came down.

Jimin: Bring my jacket back, I miss it. :((

He laughed out loud when you shot back nothing but the middle finger emoji. What a highschooler move. It was chilly out today. The clouds kept hiding the sun as they rolled under the light, only letting brief spots of warmth out at a time. A small breeze was in the air as Spring had just begun with the promise of rain in the afternoon no doubt.

His blue jeans and hot pink hoodie stood out, yes, but he was proud of that fact. His hair free of a cap lifted with each small gust of wind. It was exactly 17 minutes when he saw you walking out of the dormitory, a red flannel purse on your hip. His jacket on your shoulders with a black shirt with the picture of a cat on the breast pocket and a pair of blue shorts. Your hair was down, without anything covering or added to it.

Part of him didn’t want the jacket back now.

When you got to him, the first thing you did was greet him with a harsh stomp on his foot with your shoes. He whined as his thin converses did nothing to guard his foot against your heel.

“What was that for?!”

“Calling me five times and then proceeding to force me out of my dorm on a Saturday!” You argued as you huffed and crossed your arms. “As punishment for stealing my lazy day, I’m keeping your jacket until I return home.” He grinned, he wasn’t totally against that.

“Have it your way,” he was easy to give him.

“What did you want anyway?” He stood back up and swayed to your side.

“A week.”

“Pardon?”

“A little birdie told me that you can’t believe I can go a week with one person. So, I’d be honored if you took me up on the challenge to so spitefully requested of me.” You shivered in mock disgusted. “Hey!”

“Calm down, Queenie,” you teased with a grin of your own. “I actually meant that towards all your flings, but sure. If you think you can handle a week of me arguing leaving my room, by all means, give it a whirl.” Jimin looked at you with questions in his eyes. “What now?”

“You gave in waaay too easy, Y/n.”

“Yeah, well if I declined, I have a suspicion you’d whine to Jackson, who in turn would whine to me and I’m not really up for any more of that than I have to deal with on the daily.” He smiled as he pushed playfully on your shoulder, making you smile again.

“Look at you! Already guessing and knowing my habits. We’re basically best friends already!”

“Don’t let Jackson hear you. That will also result in whining.”

“Duly noted.”

Soon, Jimin had started walking around in random locations towards the city. Something about wanting to window shop and making you come along with him. You watched when he pulled out a Zippo lighter with a small, nearly empty pack of cigarettes directly off campus. You rose your brow when you asked him about it. He was a smoker, but he was in the middle of trying to quit. He had slowed down from a pack in two days to only a few smokes in that time. He wanted to pace himself until he cut them off completely. Ht told you once this pack was done, he would try not to buy any more.

You then started offering him solutions to cravings. Candies or small habits were a good way to get the urge to smoke off the brain. Or, if he absolutely found himself not able to quit, e-cigarettes surely weren’t so bad. Expensive, but not an awful half solution. He took your suggestions to heart, not actually expecting you to take that topic and run with it.

He had snuffed out the bud when you both got closer to the shopping strip of stores after stores with a cafe on nearly every corner. It was always busy during the weekend, and Jimin had a feeling you didn’t get to shop often. The way you seemed to light up and become more bouncy at the idea of maybe actually getting something for yourself today was proof of that.

You both went to store after store with enough coffee breaks to power an engine. Eventually, Jimin had walked into some indie store, more than curious about the odd patterns he saw in the display window. You trailed after him, winding through aisles and stopped when you saw a small charm necklace.

The necklace itself wasn’t the best and the chain was weak enough that if you pulled just a bit too hard or it snagged in anything it would surely break. But, it wasn’t that which intrigued you. It was the pendant itself.

It was a small dandelion. It’s small, metal puffs pushing out in the circle as it if you blew just hard enough the puffs would scatter. Jimin stopped when he noticed you weren’t tailing him anymore, turning to see you bent over and looking at it. He backtracked to stand at your side, hands in his pockets as he observed it with you.

“You like this?”

You nodded. “I do. Dandelions are my favorite flower. I don’t really like when they bloom into the yellow ones, Jackson used to pluck those and smear it’s pollen all over my arms when we met. I do like the wish ones those.”

“Wish ones?”

“Yeah, the ones you make a wish on. If you find one like this,” you poked at the necklace, “and you make a wish, you have to blow as hard as you can. If you manage to get all the seeds to blow off, then your wish is supposed to come true.” You chuckled at yourself. “It’s all fairy tale sounding, but you can’t deny its got its romantic side.”

“Huh, who knew an everyday weed is so meaningful to other people.” You stood up as you huffed.

“I’ve seen moms get mad at their kids for pulling dandelions and giving them to them as gifts. They’re not weeds, so just accept them!” You pouted as Jimin laughed. You spun on your heel as you trotted off, Jimin watching your back as you disappeared behind some racks of clothing. He rolled his eyes at your dramatic march off as he stood up and followed you, not before grabbing the necklace though. 5$ isn’t too much to spend.

After he secretly purchased the necklace, he placed the small pouch it was in promptly into your purse when the two of you were at yet another cafe while you were in the bathroom. Apparently, this specific cafe stop was for you to pee, as you had decided that a whole soliloquy about how your bladder was about to burst was absolutely necessary. It wasn’t. When you returned, all you did two was chat like old friends who knew each other since you were in diapers.

Jimin wasn’t nearly as awful as you thought, and part of you felt guilty for judging him so quickly. Sure, his reputation was a bit black, but the boy himself was a sweetheart, and you made sure to offer him an apology and a chocolate chip muffin as compensation for your rotten attitude.

Day by day went on and as classes rolled on, Jimin would walk you to and from class, pick you up from your dorm and drop you off and even bring you lunchtime coffee just because you couldn’t say no to something he already paid for.

Eventually, the dawn of day 6 in the week broke and Jimin had called up Jackson. Telling you that he had something planned to do and that he would see you tomorrow. He had grown so used to hanging around you, a stab of pain hit him when you replied back to him with an ‘ok :(‘. You were far too cute he reasoned as he put the back of his hand against his mouth as you added on a ‘you owe me, Park >:(‘ to your message.

Jimin: I owe you? For what spoilt brat

You: For leaving me alone to drown in boredom. How dare you??

Jimin: It was literally just last week you were biting my head off for dragging you out of your room. Now your complaining that I have something to do without you? My my my, how they grow up so fast. Bless

You: Choke and die. I’m going to take a nap

Jimin: It’s 8AM don’t sleep and mess up your schedule!

You: YOU CAN’T CONTROL ME PARK

Jimin: Y/N!

You: JIMIN!

Jimin: Stay. Awake.

You: …

You: Fine. Guess I’ll play Overwatch by myself

Jimin: Ew, who plays Overwatch?

You: yOU-

H laughed when you stopped replying. Whether or not you actually started playing or went back to sleep was a mystery to him as he walked out of his apartment to meet with Jackson. Jimin wanted to ask him a few things before the end of the week came. He also had a few woes to lay on your best friend's shoulders.

A game of basketball was what Jimin had planned for the day with Jackson. Going to the public gym and meeting Jackson with sports gear and a basketball in hand, the man-to-man day would begin.

Jimin, walking onto the courts with his sports shorts and tank top watched as Jackson lazily threw baskets in a jersey and sweats. Dribbling the ball, he passed it to the smaller man who met him on the court. Jimin, dribbling it around and getting a feel for it watched as Jackson crossed his arm before he stretched.

“Really, Jimin? Basketball?” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Listen, I have a friend who aces in basketball, so shut up.” It started with the boy just taking turns shooting before a small match of one on one began. Squeaking shoes on the floor with heavy breaths filled the nearly empty Thursday noon-time gym. Lay-ups were shot left and right, 3-pointers and of course, the ever dreaded airball followed by laughing at the lame excuse of a shot all came with the game. Soon, the two men were sat on the far wall, sweat covered and drinking out of water bottles purchased from the vending machine outside the doors.

“Now that the exercise part of the day is done, what is it you wanted?” Jackson asked. Turning towards Jimin taking a drink of water as Jimin craned his head up at the dim lights that definitely were going to go out soon.

“I think I have a crush on Y/n,” Jimin yelped when Jackson spit out his water on Jimin’s lap. “Thanks for the shower, jackass!” Jackson coughed as he wiped at his chin while Jimin shook his shorts and his arms disgusted.

“I can totally help you confess!” Jimin looked at his friend. “I’ve got this whole scene I’ve been cooking up for her lucky future boyfriend since like freshman year. I’d spent a lot of time on this, and you- my lucky man- are gonna be the one to do it!”

“You’re okay with it?” Jimin asked, his voice skyrocketing as he barely spoke in a whisper. Jackson only shrugged as he put his back against the wall again and took a more steady drink since his last attempt ended covering Jimin.

“Yeah, why not? Sure, you were a sleazy a week ago-”

“Hey!”

“-But, it seems like you get along with Y/n. And she’s not just gonna snub you once the weekends because that’s what you said in the beginning.”

“She told you about that?” That was true, Jimin had only planned on staying with you a week, but now he wanted an extended date. Permanently if he had the option.

“Of course she did dude. Look, so long as she doesn’t call me up one day bawling because you did something to her, I have no reason to knock your lights out.” Jimin shuttered. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the strength Jackson possessed. He didn’t fight often, normally pretty laid back and easy going, but he’s heard rumors. All focus solely around you and how you were picked on freshman year of college. He got suspended for 2 weeks, but you weren’t picked on anymore.

Jimin looked at his lap as he moved and stuck out his pinky. He remembered the party night and how serious you were about a small pinky promise. Then, that thought somehow shifted to how you seemed to take dandelions seriously. Jimin sighed as he turned back to Jackson, sitting cross-legged and at the utmost attention.

“Alright, tell me what I’m gonna do about this.” A grin broke out on Jackson’s face as he clapped Jimin on the shoulder.

“Buckle in, Park. This is gonna be one romantic fuckin’ ride.”

It was Friday as you sat in the library, reading and rereading the same paragraph in your textbook. It was like your brain wasn’t registering the words, no matter how many times to read them over and over again. You’d get halfway through, realize you clocked out only to repeat the process. You sighed as you slammed your head into the books fold and someone slid into the seat next to you.

They rubbed your neck as you whined at your lame attempt at actually studying. Turning your head and blowing your hair out of your face just enough to see who sat next to you, you weren’t entirely shocked to see Jimin. In his comfortable college dressed glory and his leather jacket, you had finally returned to him. His arm propped on the table as his palm held his chin. He was smiling, probably laughing at your obvious lack of concentration.

“Howdy, bookworm.” You rolled your eyes at him as you planted your face back into the book that smelt far too old to be a 2018 edition of World History. He chuckled again at you. “You know, you can always ditch the books?”

“I’m so close to almost not having a B in this class it’s laughable. I’ve never gone below that!” You whined, quietly of course as the librarian was a soundhound when it came to any loud noise ever. She’s search out the source of the sound like a dog and quickly take to eliminate it. You’ve been kicked out more than once in your attempts to studying turned to whines.

Jimin rolled his eyes. Ever the drama queen. His hand moved from your neck to treading through your hair and massaging your scalp.

“Let me rephrase,” he stopped and started again. “How about you stop for the day, hang out with me and then maybe I’ll help you study later.” You sat up briefly, his hand remaining on the back of your head as you looked at him like a puppy dog would when offered treats.

“Can we get snacks?” You pouted and Jimin smiled enough his eyes began to close. Patting your head, he nodded.

“Yes, we can get snacks, you big baby.” You smiled as you sprung up and slammed your book shut, wincing on how loud the action was before you shoved it in your bag. Jimin stole your bag before you could pick it up yourself and you pouted when he refused to give it to you. “Let me be a gentleman, Y/n.”

“You? A gentleman? Like you? As in Park Jimin who smokes and drinks?”

“I’m trying to stop smoking, you know that.”

You nodded, pointing a finger at him. “Ah, yes, good point. I revoke that accusation then.” He just pulled up on his lips as he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the library, stopping by your locker to ditch your bag inside it and then dragged you to a small convenience store to stock up on the snacks of your choosing.

However, you felt a bit bad when Jimin snatched your wallet from you when you went to grab your card and handed the cashier his instead. You stomped and whined, but he was adamant that the bill was his to foot. You guilt was short lived when he placed the plastic bag of snacks in your arms though so you could offer him one of your marshmallowy-goodness cereal bars. His payment for footing the payment.

Jimin gladly accepted this.

He convinced you to come back to his home so he could get out his bike, as he had told you he wanted to take you somewhere. Not sure where he was going, you were half sure he was gonna take you someone and murder you with how sappy he’s been all afternoon, but also half as sure that he wouldn’t. With a laugh and a promise to not kill you from his mouth, you decided to trust him.

“If you do kill me though, I’m so haunting you so think wisely,” you warned as you climbed onto his bike, your bag of snacks in a holding compartment under the seat as you sat behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

You always just held onto his shirt, to offer him as much space as you could as you literally clung to him not to fly off while he zooms down the road. Though, before he even kicked up the stand, he pulled your hands from his shirt and tucked you close to his back. He made you clasp your hands together at his stomach, saying it was ‘safe’ though he’s never said that before.

Taking a breath to cool down your heated face, you could see his stupid smile in his eyes as he flicked down the visor on his helmet and kicked up the stand before revving away.

He took you down some country roads before an hour passed and he stopped when he was at an open field with a small farmhouse not too far off in the distance. The cattle were off in a group as you could see their small black and white bodies look like ants from how far they were from the two of you.

“Are you sure we can be here?” you questioned when Jimin took off his helmet and ran his hand through his hair. You hated when he did that, how dare he do that multiple times over and not be aware of it or his attractiveness skyrocket when he does. Damn frat boy.

“Yeah. I got a friend of a friend’s permission to be here. It’s all cool. We’re not trespassing so come on.” You swung your leg back over the motorcycle before Jimin linked his arm with yours and began to walk off, setting his helmet on his bike seat and not forgetting to grab your snacks either.

The two of you just walked around. Treading through the grass and making sure not to step on any flowers of innocent bees doing their hard work of collecting pollen. Though, Jimin did wave and scare off a wasp once or twice. Which was dumb because that only resulted in the bug buzzing angrily after the two of you before it gave up.

Eventually, you both came to a grove of trees. They were tall and proud. You had no doubt they had taken years upon years to grow up to this level of brilliance. It was just the right time in spring in flowers flew from the treetops and the green returned to the leaves. The wind that knocked the flower petals around was like a cinematic effect.

Jimin was quick to plonk himself down at the base of one of the trees, sitting cross-legged while unloading your snacks. Bags of chips, plastic bins of cookies, small individual wraps of brownies and of course some soda to tied you two over while you feasted. Definitely not healthy, but oh so worth it.

The two of you sat under the tree as ate while you talked more. It was strange that Jimin and you never ran out of things to talk about. Any quiet gap between the conversation was quickly filled because all you two were doing was chalking up more conversations to have. It was comfortable and the air around it made it seem like Jimin enjoyed it more than you did.

“Oh! I forgot, Jackson told me that you have a tattoo!” Jimin ticked his brow up at two things. Yes, he did, but how did Jackson know that? Then he remembered just who Jackson Wang was: Gossip Farm Member No.1. “How dare keep secrets in this relationship. I demand a refund of time and lies.” Jimin shoved at your shoulder as he shrugged off his leather jacket, leaving him in a navy shirt.

“How about I show you and we can forget all about that refund?”

“If you whip your dick out and show me some weird cockring tattoo, please forget it.” He laughed, nearly falling onto your lap as you braced his back. “I’m serious!” You cried in your own laughter. He shook his head, putting the back of his hand against his face and looking at the sky through the tree’s leaves.

“I cannot believe you sometimes.” He swung his jacket around your shoulders. “It’s on my rib cage, so hold my jacket for me. I don’t want to get it all grassy.” You’d complain, but you did have a soft spot for this jacket. So, you slipped your arms through the sleeves and huffed in peace as the jacket warmed you up from Jimin’s body previous being in it.

Jimin slipped one of his arms back through the short sleeve of his shirt as it appeared under the bottom of it and pushed it up to reveal his torso. The sharp, black ink of NEVERMIND engraved on his ribs. You awed at it. It was something you wouldn’t expect to be on Jimin, yet the idea and the look of it suited him so well it was almost painful.

“Honestly, if you keep springing these attractive attributes on me I’m going to cry.” Jimin rolled his eyes as he- instead of putting it back on- removed his shirt altogether. Showing you his back where a spade tattooed lay between his shoulders. “Another one?!” He chuckled.

“You said not to spring it on you,” he slyly remarked as he watched your face heat up. “What, too attractive? Come to think, did you back-handedly compliment me a moment ago?”

“No. Shut your trap you stupid college frat.”

“You’re very good at sending compliments like insults.”

“Ugh, fine! You’re attractive- is your ego gloated enough now?” He smirked as he took his shirt and threw it around your neck, dragging you closer to him. Your breath caught when he bumped his nose against your, scanning your face like a computer would a test sheet to make sure a No. 2 leaded pencil was used.

“It’s can be inflated a bit more, truth be told.” He watched your eyes switch between his own. “Remember what you told me about dandelions? How they make wishes come true?” You nodded. “Good,” he breathed before he kissed you. He eased his shirt from around your neck when you didn’t fight or push him away. He pushed down on you, pushing you further against the trunk of the tree as the sun made the shadows of the leaves dance.

It was like the shimmering of the sea on your skin as he cracked open his eyes when he pulled away from you just long enough for you to grip the back of his head, entangling your fingers in his hair and pull him straight back. He wasn’t complaining, smiling as the kiss became fervent.

He didn’t know how long he spent hunched over you in an intense lip lock, and frankly, he didn’t really care either. Though, there is one thing from the Park Jimin a week ago that wasn’t snuffed out. The playboy heartbreaker surely died, as you killed him within less than a week. However, his tolerance and patience when it came to things that looked to become more heated than not, was still at an all-time low.

He whined as he forced himself away from you, watching as your kiss-swollen lips breathed harsh air out in gasps and your face was as red as the blood rushing to them. He chuckled as he kissed the tip of your nose and from previous knowledge of seeing it earlier, moved back from you and plucked a dandelion that sat behind him at the base of the tree trunk.

Jimin turned to you and held it in front of your face before he smiled and blew on it. All the seeds scattering onto your face and into your hair as it left the stem bare. You blew out your lips, trying to make sure no seeds were unsightly inhaled at his assault.

He laughed again. “Wanna know what I wished for?”

You plucked seed after white seed out of your hair before you looked up at him as he tossed the stem over his shoulder. “You can’t tell. That’s literally rule number 1 of wish making. Telling someone the wish makes it void and it can’t come true!” You pouted. “Though, I am curious.”

He smiled as he moved and pinched your side. He kept pinching you until you got to your knees before he grabbed your waist and dragged you over to him. You walking clumsily on your knees found yourself sat forcefully on Jimin’s thighs as he intertwined his fingers behind your back.

He pouted cutely at you as his blond hair was like that of the sun.

“I wished you would kiss me again.”

“You’re awfully cocky,” you replied with that same crimson on your face.

“I didn’t hear a no?”

“You didn’t, because you know damn well I’m not gonna say no!”

“It’s not nice to yell at your boyfriend who bought you snacks and only wants a kiss or two.”

“You’re actually the worst.”

“Kiss me!”

“Why should I?” You teased as he pushed his knees up, making you fall closer to his chest.

“The dandelion said so,” so he laughed and kissed you again for certainly not the last time.

-END-

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A Buncha Tag Games (and yet not all of them)

tagged by: @eggyukhei mwah

tagging: this is a LOT of games so i’ll only tag @atinyphobe @nsheetee and @veonjun for the SECOND (2nd) game. if they or anybody wants to do any of the other games, absolutely go for it and say i tagged you <3 i’d love to see what you guys say!! (also, tk if you felt like you wanted to answer my questions from the second game i’d be interested to see!)

One:

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

ok SO the song that probably got me into rv 100% (also yes ik this blog is 99% nct but rv is my forever fave no question) was probably ice cream cake!! i had been a casual listener of many groups up until that point and had never really stanned anyone, but icc was so infectious i found myself watching it over and over. i had heard happiness and be natural before but hadn’t really listened too closely, so icc was the song that captured me. after that, dumb dumb only cemented my love for them more, and the red is still one of my favorite kpop albums to date. rv attracted me primarily because of their incredible vocals and their versatility in genres and concepts. i still get so excited wondering what they’ll tackle next!! they’re just soooo unique and have one of, if not the best discographies of any group. i cannot stress enough, I. Love. RV!! also they’re funny and gay so. anyway stream monster once it drops uwu

Two:

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

1. what is your favorite song that’s been released during quarantine? ooooo honestly??? probably something off of Sawayama. literally every song bangs so hard i highly recommend that album to anyone!! i can’t pick a favorite off it but who’s gonna save you now is awesome and xs is just,,, chef’s kiss

2. what is your greatest mishap when you tried cooking? (or something you’ve witnessed) one time, while making soup at my late grandmother’s house on her like gas stove, i put a lid on a pot and somehow that led the pot to be engulfed in flames. IN MY DEFENSE i was like 7, and i’m great at cooking/baking now

3. what’s your go-to outfit or article of clothing? oh i love a nice dress. they can be casual or formal, and you look like you put effort into your outfit except i didn’t because i didn’t have to match anything yo!!!! also shorts have trouble fitting me cause i’m a weird body type so dresses tend to be very comfy for me

4. what is your comfort food? am i allowed to say like all food??? eating in itself is comforting,,, that sounds depressing but also i just like eating yummy food. i guess i’d say like my dad’s fried rice?? its my fave and no one makes it like him soooo

5. what singular moment in your life would you like to relive? i couldn’t tell if this meant like, a good moment you want to re-experience or go back in time and redo a moment and fix it. it’s kind of a hard question so i might cop out and go with a bit of a silly answer: i want to relive the hi touch with astro...... i wanna look at rocky’s beautiful eyes and touch moonbin’s hand ok,,,,

6. what is your favorite line and/or character from a movie, show, or book? i got a bunch but a few off the top of my head are genie lo (the epic crush of genie lo), ty lee, suki (atla), klaus, and ben (umbrella academy)

7. if you could only choose one ice cream flavor and pizza topping/style for the rest of your life, what would it be? ice cream flavor: this very specific one from a local store that is banana ice cream with strawberries and oreo mixed in. it is heaaaavenly. as for pizza topping, i love a breakfast type pizza with an egg on top and like sausage and stuff!!!

8. what is the worst injury you’ve ever had or witnessed? funny enough, i’ve actually gotten badly injured quite a few times, and always on the face!! god hates me. the worst was probably when i hit a metal bench with my face and it took a chunk out of my cheek. i still have the scar! as for “witnessed” i accidentally broke a grown man’s rib once as a child, so i guess that would count.

9. would you rather explore the unknown of space or the bottom of the ocean? oceaaaan!! i answered this in some other game, but i like how mysterious and yet close the ocean is. like proximity wise it’s so near, yet there’s an insane amount we know nothing about. that’s so frightening but so intriguing

10. if you could be any cartoon character, who would you be? my first thought was literally “kirby. eat fast” GOD my followers are gonna think i’m just a glutton and they’re not even gonna be wrong im dying. but uhh idk mulan or smth?

my questions:

what is your go-to feel good movie?

are you the type of person who’s indecisive about buying, or the type to impulse buy once you see something you like?

do you prefer chocolate-y or fruity candy?

what idol do you think is most similar to you? (not your bias necessarily)

do you have any silly dealbreakers? if so, what are they?

what do you do to unwind?

what is a small thing you like to do for people you love? (be it sending memes, remembering their favorite shows, etc)

what’s/who’s your favorite myth/mythological being?

what is a non-typical pet you would want to have?

do you say pronounce data as day-ta or dah-ta?

THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

FOUR

the ultimate tag: answer whichever ones you want to because there are a lot and then tag a few blogs you’d like to get to know better!

PERSONAL

name: sarah

nickname: bells

birthday: april 17th

zodiac: aries

nationality: chinese american

languages: english, some spanish, some korean

gender: female

sexuality: baby bi bi bi~

height: 5′10

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: i suppose nct since i write for them the most?? but i feel like sometimes i come up with the idea before i think of a member so sometimes the muse is just my own fantasies oops

meaning behind my url: i made it at a time where loads of idols were getting bangs and honestly i believe most of them look infinitely better without them, thus i was and still am enthusiastic about foreheads.

blog established: like winter of 2018...?? i think

followers: over 2.5k but most deactivated/left during my hiatus lol

FAVORITES

favourite animals: sharks, chickens, snakes, cats, penguins

favourite books: the epic crush of genie lo and then iron will of genie lo, PERIOD

favourite colour: pink and purple!!

favourite fictional characters: lol, again, genie lo, ty lee, suki, klaus, ben, and just a few more: richard and evelyn o’connell (the mummy), dave (dave), michael (the good place)

favourite flower: sunflower

favourite scent: baking chocolate, heating butter, blackberry, wisteria

favourite season: probably spring! i like warmth but not HEAT

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: ugh idek i sleep horribly

cats or dogs: both, but unfortunately i’ve never had either

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea but then hot chocolate

current time: 5:29pm

dream trip: go to paris and eat loads of pastries and enjoy the fashions and beauty of the city, and also learn to bake better maybe?

dream job: actress

hobbies: making jewelry, drawing, singing, reading comics

hogwarts house: according to the quizzes, all of them. people who have just met me think slytherin or gryffindor, people who i’m friends with think ravenclaw or hufflepuff, people who know me really well know you can’t box a person into oversimplified archetypes :’) in my assessment of myself, it varies by the day, but i think perhaps gryffindor today?

last movie watched: hot fuzz (a classic)

last song listened to: summer breeze by sf9

no. of blankets you sleep with: like 2

random fact(s): i won lego building competitions as a child, one of my dream roles is anastasia from the musical named after her, i played violin for a very short time, i bake the cakes for all my family and friends’ birthdays, i have strangely strong grip strength

SIX

10 songs i can’t stop listening to:

love me 4 me- rina sawayama

cherry- rina sawayama

in & out- red velvet

crush culture- conan gray

manic- conan gray

the king- conan gray

summer- pentagon

told you now- jeremy jordan (originally sung by sam smith)

fuck this world (interlude)- rina sawayama

someone who loves me- sara bareilles

#these were sooooooooooo fun!!#thank you for tagging me eggy #i feel like i maybe exposed myself for being a gluttonous fool tho #lmaoooo #fr tho try these games out!! so fun #sarah.tmi #tag games

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foreverwcnter · 5 years

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iris — flowers mini-series / peter parker

pairing — peter parker x reader

warnings — tbd

summary — part 2 in which peter learns that a flower can be more memorable and passionate than the words “I love you.”

author’s note — thank you for stopping to read my fic! i work very hard on these and try my best to make sure they are enjoyable to read. i also do a lot of research to complete these fics. i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i liked writing this!

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peter parker could not wait to see you again. he wanted to see your delicate smile that appeared on your face. he wanted to see the passion that bloomed in your eyes much like the flowers you were so passionate about. it fascinated him. you fascinated him to no extent. it wouldn’t be much of a stretch to say that the teenage boy already had a big crush on you. ned noticed of course. the night he had ned sleepover to build a new star wars lego set was mostly spent peter ranting about you and how amazing you were.

“you should meet her, ned. she’s so amazing,” peter sighed, laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling.

“ so you’ve told me, for like the twentieth time,” ned chuckled, placing a lego piece onto the other legos of the unfinished model.

“seriously, ned. i’m probably going to swing by to her place tomorrow. i feel like i should get her flowers but i don’t know. i think she’d rather have some like flower seeds so she can plant them,” he explained, mostly talking to himself. ned leaned against the bed and looked over at peter.

“you should get to know her more, considering you’ve talked to her once and all she did really is tell you about floriography and help you fix your wound,” ned explained, fumbling with a few lego pieces in his hands. peter let out a long sigh.

“ i guess you’re right.”

the next morning, it was luckily saturday, so peter went on a morning patrol before heading to your apartment building. he stopped a few muggers, grand bike theft, even helped some old man across the street like the gentleman he was. he swung over to your apartment and landed on the roof, scanning the area and looking around. he made sure to keep his mask, seeing you weren’t on the roof and he didn’t want to deal with yet another person knowing of his identity. to kill some time, peter began strolling around your garden, gazing over the many plants you had.

his eyes looked between the rows and he occasionally bent down to examine the floral beauties. he ran his fingers against some ferns gently before the sound of a door opening sounded.

spider-man shot up to a standing position and his lips lifted into a smile. carefully, he yanked off his mask, running a hand through his tangled curls carefully. “uh, hi,” he greeted you.

“so you came back? no new wounds i need to treat for you,” you asked him jokingly, observing him to make sure the assumption wasn’t the truth.

“i’m fine. no wounds today,” he grinned, making his way over to you. “i was going to text you, but i forgot my friend, ned was coming over so i didn’t have the time.” peter's voice seemed to go up a few octaves from nervousness and awkwardness. “sorry for rambling, i tend to ramble a lot. it’s kind of a habit, i should stop, i’m sor-”

“it’s fine. we all ramble occasionally,” you giggled, your signature smile appearing on your face. it was a beautiful smile. your eyes would crease up and your cheeks would poke up a bit and your smile seemed to just brighten up his entire world.

“y-yeah of course,” he stuttered, watching you walk over to a box you had near all your supplies. you pulled out a relatively new package of seeds. “new flowers?”

you nodded, carefully opening the package as to not spill any speeds. you moved over to an open spot in your garden and scattered a few seeds across the spoil, your hand moving some dirt to cover the small seeds resting in the dirt. peter watched you intently, taking note of how each movement you made to care for the seeds and other plants had care and gentleness in it. you treated your plants like small children or porcelain dolls. one small movement could damage the plants and that was something you couldn’t bare.

“what type of flower are you planting,” he asked curiously.

“irises. they are very pretty flowers and i think they would be a good edition,” you answered, showing him the small opened package.

he then asked after looking at the picture of the flowers. “does it have special meanings like the lavender?”

“yes, it does. in fact it as multiple. it means faith, hope, emblem of france, my compliment, wisdom and valor, and last but not least, your friendship means so much to me.”

peter smiled fondly at your words. you knew it all by heart and he had the urge to go research all about it. he wanted to learn so much more. it made his heart swell with happiness. if he was being honest, the iris seemed to say what he felt towards you, just like the lavender. the new friendship he formed with you meant everything to the teenage boy and because you taught him things about the flowers, he wanted to show you something in return.

“are you afraid of heights,” he blurted out, gripping onto his mask.

“if i was, my garden wouldn’t be on a roof,” you chuckled before he grasped your hand, pulling you over to the edge of the roof while pulling his mask over his face, looking at you with his gentle eyes.

“do you trust me?” he asked you, wrapping an arm around your waist tightly.

without a word you nodded and suddenly, you and peter did not have your feet on the ground. your arms wrapped around him tightly as he swung you through the air. you pressed your face into his shoulder, gasping slightly. the wing blew past you as you and peter swung through the streets of queens. you still had a tight grip on him, but you managed to look away, laughing as you examined the streets, noticing people point up at you and peter in amazement. it was exhilarating. with your legs wrapped around his waist to hold on, you couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of your hair blowing freely in the wind and how adrenaline rushes through your body. after a few more minutes of swinging, you landed back on the roof of your apartment building.

“did you enjoy it?”

you looked over at peter, his mask pulled off once more. running a hand through your ruffled hair, your lips breathed out a soft chuckle.

finally you laughed,” hell yeah i did. that was so much fun.”

peter stared at your lovingly, just enjoying how happy you looked after that swing. he half expected you to hate it, since not everyone knew what it felt like to free fall through new york and have webs to get you safely from the ground. the brunet boy practically zoned out as you rambled about how you felt during the entire swing.

“- you should take me on swings more often,” was all he heard, snapping out of his daze. a grin spread across his lips to show his sweet demeanor.

he nodded,” obviously, but not too often.”

as for you, you couldn’t help but be happy in peter’s presence. he made you feel open. often times, he made you feel warm inside. quite frankly, you couldn’t help but let your heart swell when staring into his milk chocolate colored eyes. you couldn’t help but think that you actually had a crush on this boy. while there were risks to just being friends with the young hero, you couldn’t help but wonder if it would happen. if he liked you and you liked him. it was unlikely in your eyes. it was all just a minor fantasy.

“you should meet my friends from my school,” he suggested. “we could all meet up one day somewhere and hang out.” peter really wanted you to meet his friends. he was positive they would love you. “plus i kinda already told my friend ned about you and he wants to meet you.”

thinking for a second, you pondered on the idea. of course, you didn’t have many friends and going out and socializing was always a good idea especially since you wanted to meet people to connect with. “that sounds nice.”

peter’s face lit up for a second before he glanced down shyly. finally he stuttered out,” i probably need to go on patrol. t-the city needs me after all.”

“oh, okay,” you smiled softly. you wished you could spend just some more time with him, but it seemed the city was more important. “good luck.”

“thanks,” he grinned, pulling the red mask over his face and leaping off the roof, swinging off with a giddy smile.

later that night, peter sat in the kitchen of his apartment, his aunt sitting across from him. it was obvious he was thinking about something, so may was instantly curious about what was distracting her nephew.

“so, peter, how are your patrols going,” she interrupted the silence softly, his attention snapping to her.

he shrugged, pushing his food around with his fork carefully. “the usual, stopping muggings, robberies, helping out the police force. just waiting for something big to happen really.”

“ uhuh,” may mumbled, arching an eyebrow at peter. “well, you have your eyes on any girls, pete?”

this instantly caused a strawberry hue to brush over his cheeks, noticed by his aunt.

“so, who’s the special girl?”

“she’s well- we only met yesterday and well i had stopped a mugging but i got hurt so i went up to the roof of her apartment building and took off my mask. apparently she was up there and she helped me out with my injury. her name is y/n. “ may obviously was interested and peter sighed, shifting awkwardly in the wooden chair. “she’s a gardner and has this beautiful garden on the rooftop. she treats all the plants like they are small kids. y/n even told me that each flower has special meanings. it’s really cool and honestly, i haven’t known her for awhile but i really like her. she’s so kind and sweet and beautiful and loyal. she’s just perfect honestly. you’ve got to meet her.”

may smiled at her nephew, already realizing how happy he was talking about you. it was clear that he would be spending a lot more time with you. all that mattered was that peter was happy. you were happy.

it was a friendship that meant so much to the both of you.

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peter-parkouuuur · 6 years

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Chapter 9: Stark Party Part 1 (Spider-boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

I AM SO SORRY FOR POSTING THIS CHAPTER SUPER LATE! I watched Infinity War last week and it reminded that I have a story to finish!

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

A brief backgrounder: The story ended with Y/n helping Peter with his wounds after defeating the Vulture. Also, Y/n Stark’s birthday.

Enjoy! Don’t forget to hit like hihi! I’ll try to update earlier now! *Hopefully*

Good morning, Upper East Siders, here’s what you recently missed on Stark & The UES Society;

Upper West Sider Derick Thompson finally finds himself a girlfriend from Spence. The Collegiate boy has officially moved on from his Nightingale-Bamford sweetheart and decided to take on the girls from the Red Door. Who’s the lucky girl, D?

Spotted: Denise Martin-Blanchard arriving at the Stark Residences with the youngest Stark, Eloise. We hear the eldest Stark, Nico is also arriving for Y/n Stark’s special day.

We hear Lacrosse Captain, Teddy Vanderbilt is making a move on the Stark princess, Y/n and she is just as smitten. Will we be able to spot the golden couple at her birthday celebration at the Palm Court? We’ll have to see it for ourselves.

Y/n finds herself in the middle of a debate over brunch at the Stark penthouse, on her birthday. Tony Stark and her mother are once again at each other’s throats, discussing Y/n’s Stark internship and her mother’s worrisomeness of getting hurt in the process.

“Tony! I do not want my daughter to get caught up in this Avengers nonsense! Spare her from all the hero action. I just don’t want to see her get hurt.” Denise, Y/n’s mother, states.

“She’s not going to get hurt, Denise! She’s fine. Believe me when I say that I will do everything in my power to protect Y/n, even if it means giving up my life, damn it!” Tony admonishes.

“Dad, don’t say things like that.” Y/n grumbles, knowing that the last time Tony got involved with the Avengers, he had to fight Steve Rogers, a man he considered a friend.

“Honey, I love you more than words. You’re happy here in New York with me, right? Do you want to go back to France with your mom and that snooty new husband of hers?” Tony hisses.

“Watch your mouth, Tony.” Denise threatens.

“Make me!” Tony shouts.

“STOP IT!” Y/n stands up from her seat.

“I love you both.... well, I love dad more... but, enough! I like it here in New York and I don’t want to hear any more of this on my birthday. Now, the two of your work things out. In the meantime, Helena and I are going to take a walk in the park.” Y/n throws her dinner napkin on the table and storms out of the dining room.

Y/n: Here @ Central Park. U coming? x

Peter: Will (literally) swing by! Xx

Y/n: Alright! See you xx

Helena and Y/n are walking around Central Park when she hears someone call her name. Y/n turns around to see Ted Vanderbilt running towards her.

“Hi, Ted! What are you doing here?” Y/n asks.

“Well, I run around the park every morning on weekends. Happy Birthday by the way! What are you doing here as well?” Ted pulls his earphones off and walks beside Y/n and Helena.

“Thanks! And uhhh... My parents are having a row and I just wanted to get out before they both explode in anger.” Y/n answers.

“Oh yeah! Your mom lives in France, while you and your brother live here right? Your mom must be pretty lonely there in the city of lights with just her and her new husband.” Ted states.

Oh, she can handle herself just fine. It’s my little sister Eloise and my step-dad I’m worried about. They have to live with Cruela De Vil.” Y/n retorts.

Ted laughs at Y/n joke and y/n just giggles slightly.

“Care to share the joke?” Y/n hears Peter’s voice interrupt their brief laughter.

Y/n turns around to see Peter in his usual blue sweater, khaki pants, and Chuck Taylors.

“Peter! You’re here!” Y/n runs toward him before hugging him by the waist, ignoring Ted’s confused expression.

“Happy Birthday.” Peter whispers in y/n’s ear before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

‘Shit! Looks like I have no other choice but to finally introduce the two guys who currently vying for me. Although, everyone knows Peter is leading by a mile.’ Y/n thinks to herself.

“Oh, um... Peter, this is Ted Vanderbilt. Ted, this is Peter Parker.” Y/n introduces them to one another.

“Hi! Nice to meet you, man.” Peter puts his hand out and they shake hands awkwardly.

“Likewise... bro? Haven’t seen you before though. Which Ivy prep do you attend?” Ted inquires.

“Oh, I’m not from Manhattan. I go to Midtown High in Queens.” Peter answers.

“Peter actually works for my dad at Stark industries in his spare time. He’s a real tech geek.” Y/n adds.

“Nice! Well listen, I’d love to stay and chat but I have to run. I’ll see you at your party later?” Ted asks.

“Yeah of course! Bye Ted.” Y/n waves at Ted before he could jog away.

“He was.... nice.” Peter chuckles.

“He is nice. Too nice for my liking.” Y/n scrunches her nose in annoyance.

“Oh, so you prefer those bad boy types huh? I mean I don’t mean to brag, but Ned and I skipped school a couple of times.” Peter shrugs his shoulders.

“Let me guess, to build some kind of Star Wars lego action figure?” Y/n crosses her arms together.

“Damn. I shouldn’t have told you about our Star Wars addiction.” Peter curses.

“Miss Y/n, your father called and told me to bring you back to the penthouse.” Helena interrupts.

“But Peter just got here. 10 more minutes? Do you mind giving us a little private time?” Y/n asks her nanny.

“You want me to. leave you and Mr. Parker here while I head back to the penthouse?” Helena questions.

“Yes please.” Y/n pouts at her nanny.

Helena just smiles at Y/n and Peter before walking the other way.

Y/n intertwines her fingers with Peters and pulls him near a tree.

“Come on, Mr. Parker. You owe me a birthday kiss.” Y/n giggles, pushing Peter against a tree.

Peter smirks at Y/n eagerness before pressing his lips with hers. Peter wraps his arms around Y/n’s waist, her arms are wrapped around his neck as they kiss one another as if they haven’t seen each other in such a long time.

Peter pinches Y/n lightly by the waist, causing her to giggle, taking it as the go signal to stick his tongue in her mouth, their kisses getting more heated by the minute.

“I missed you this morning.” Y/n whispers against Peter’s lips.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now, aren’t I?” Peter pulls away and smiles at Y/n.

“Well then, you better continue making it up to me, Parker.” Y/n giggles before leaving kisses on the neck, lightly nipping across his throat, making way towards his earlobe, biting it slightly.

Peter, clearly new to the idea of making out with a girl (a girl he really likes), feels himself getting excited, he shuffles his body slightly.

Y/n feels herself getting more turned on by Peter’s awkwardness, being the first girl to make him feel this way. Y/n takes Peter’s hands and drags them slightly lower, just a few inches above her bum.

Peter feels more excited but then remembers that they are in public, well in a shaded area, but still in a public setting.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Y/n pulls away from his neck and peppers kisses on his face.

“Way to ruin the mood, Stark.” Peter chuckles before kissing Y/n lightly on the lips again.

“I know our 10 minutes are up.” Y/n grumbles.

“You and Ned are going to be there right? The Palm Court at 8?” Y/n inquires.

“After you defiled me by this very tree, I have no choice but to go there.” Peter laughs.

“Good.” Y/n smiles up at him, lovingly.

“Come on, I better bring you back home, Miss Stark.” Peter holds Y/n hand and kisses her on the forehead.

THE PALM COURT, Plaza Hotel

The Palm Court is covered with Hawaiian pieces from flowers, to straw skirts, different colored shells, coconuts, pineapples, and everything else that one can relate to Hawaii. A Hawaiian band begins to play a smooth tune that settles the mood of the party.

Y/n is wearing a pastel yellow halter cocktail dress made by Denise Martin-Blanchard and a pale pink Ralph and Russo heels dipped in rose gold.

“I love what you’ve done to this place, Y/n. Totally feels like the Four Seasons Maui.” Eliza gasps, the moment she walks into the venue, followed by Tina and Maddie.

A staff offers the three of them Hawaiian leis around their necks.

“Don’t you just love it? It was actually my dad who suggested this theme.” Y/n states proudly.

The guests are mainly Y/n classmates from Spence, some of them are from the junior and senior class, friends from Nightingale-Bamford, Chapin & Dalton, some of Tony’s friends from work, and of course the whole Stark gang.

“Happy Birthday, beautiful.” Ted Vanderbilt wraps his arms around Y/n’s waist from behind, surprising her.

Eliza, Tina, and Maddie look at one another knowingly. Did they miss out on a gossip session or was this not planned?

“Hi, Ted! So glad you could make it.” Y/n smiles at the blonde hottie, her hands moving on top of his arms and slowly removes them from her waist.

‘This is the first time he’s ever hugged me like this. What’s his deal?’ Y/n thinks to herself.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Ted beams at Y/n, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“I have a surprise for you.” Ted puts out a Tiffany & Co box.

Y/n’s friends gasp.

“Oh my god... Ted.” Y/n sighs.

Meanwhile.....

“This is the coolest party I have ever been to.” Ned looks around and sighs in amazement.

“Welcome! Here are your leis. Please wear them at all times.” A staff member approaches Peter and Ned with Hawaiian leis being put around their necks.

“Thanks.” Peter smiles at the lady before she can walk away to entertain the other guests.

“What did you buy Y/n anyway?” Ned asks, looking down at the brown paper bag Peter was carrying.

“Oh... I found this cute little jewelry shop right outside our apartment building, so I decided to buy her a charm bracelet... It’s not much, it only cost me around 75 dollars. I bet her friends bought her designer shoes or something.” Peter replies, realizing that his gift totally sucked.

“I’m sure she’ll like it,” Ned assures his best friend.

“Oh hey look! There she is.” Ned says excitedly.

Peter sees Y/n from where Ned is pointing at. Y/n looks shocked at what Ted was holding. Peter notices the blue box instantly.

“Of course he bought her a gift from Tiffany’s,” Peter grumbles.

“Hey, dude! I’m just gonna go and get myself a coconut drink. I’ll catch up with you later.” Ned tells Peter before he can even protest.

Peter feels himself sinking deeper and deeper into oblivion. He feels completely and utterly humiliated.

‘How can I compete with a Vanderbilt? I’m sure his TIffany’s gift cost a fortune and it wouldn’t even hurt his trust fund.’ Peter thinks to himself.

Before he realizes what he’s doing, he finds himself running away from the party scene, walking out the double doors of the Plaza.

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lockwoodfamily · 4 years

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We’re in week 5 of “social distancing” – the new term that will surely be the 2020 “word(s) of the year.” Sometimes it feels like we’ve been living this way for years, and other days it doesn’t feel like it has been that long. It’s a strange time in America these days. I want to try to document as much as possible so we won’t forget how we dealt with this, but I have a feeling we’ll be talking about this for a long time. I have not been in to the office at ESPN in over 3 weeks and Mike has only gone to his office to print a few things and get more paper. He has been to some job sites, but we’ve been parked at home 95% of the time. My “office” is set up on our kitchen counter and Mike has turned the guest bedroom in to his work space. We try to start the kids’ schoolwork by 8am each morning, bouncing between both kids and multi-tasking on conference calls. Both of our jobs are as crazy as ever – in fact probably more crazy than “usual” – so we have days where we’re each on 10+ conference calls in the course of 8-9 hours. The kids are doing well with the school work. Ryan needs more handholding, understandably as a kindergartener, and Abby is pretty self-sufficient, but frankly sometimes we forget she’s only 8 years old. All in all, we’ve gotten in a pretty good rhythm and we’ve prepared the kids that this “home schooling” could last for the rest of the year. They certainly miss their friends, teachers and routines, though. When they’re not doing school work, the kids do a pretty good job of playing together – both inside and outside. We’re lucky this pandemic hit during the spring and not the middle of winter; getting outside and getting fresh air has definitely helped everybody’s psyche. With the batting cage set up in the back yard, we try to get out there at least 3-4 times a week for Abby to do some pitching and hitting, and Ryan typically gets in some practice, too. The kids make up different games, ride their 4-wheelers, play basketball, go on scavenger hunts, build Legos, watch TV, use their ipads…they find ways to keep themselves occupied. We try to keep the screen time down, but frankly it’s sometimes challenging when we both have calls we need to be on and they need to be quiet.

Outside of work and school…life is strange. We don’t go many places, obviously, as so many places are closed. One small benefit to this whole situation: comfy clothes! I haven’t worn real pants or makeup in over a month. I am the one who has done most of the grocery shopping, where now most people are wearing masks in the stores. In fact this week, the governors of CT and NY (and others) have required people to wear masks in public places where social distancing isn’t possible. I had not been wearing any face covering in the grocery stores…guess I will now. It might be the new “fashion” for quite some time I’m afraid. At the stores, the aisles are labeled with arrows that indicate “one way traffic,” which tries to limit the chances of people getting too close to each other. There still is no toilet paper or paper towels unless you get to the store right when it opens, except in the case of Stop and Shop, which opens at 6am for people over 60 and then at 7:30 for the rest of the population, and typically all the toilet paper and paper towels are gone by 7:30. But for the most part, the supply chain has kept up with the demand in food, as grocery stores have starting putting limits on how many packages of things you can buy like chicken, ground beef, etc.

Other random observations about this time: We go through a lot of garbage bags and dishwasher tabs; the dishwasher runs at least once a day and sometimes twice. The gas prices continue to drop; I filled up with gas today where the gas price was $1.89/galloon. I’m saving a lot of miles on my car these days, as we don’t really go anywhere. There are a lot more people outside than there have ever been before. Luckily the weather hasn’t been too bad, so I think a lot of families, especially kids, are taking advantage of being home and getting outside to get some fresh air. People’s yards and flower beds will never look better than they look this year! The restaurant business has completely changed. We try to get takeout from local restaurants at least 2-3 times a week, which was the same amount of days we would typically “eat out.” All the restaurants have had to change their business models very quickly, going to “no contact” takeout and even delivery. Some restaurants even require you to bring your own pen to sign the credit card receipt, which makes sense! A lot of restaurants have also added “family style” meals. And some have just temporarily closed, which is always sad to see. A lot of other businesses are just plain closed… nail salons, hair salons, all those type of services.

Our weekdays go by quickly with work/school work. Sometimes we’ll take a ride at the end of the day just to get out of the house. We’ve been playing a lot of card games (Ryan has become quite the Uno master) and board games in the evenings. The kids watch their fair share of movies. On the weekends, we try to get outside as much as possible, working in the yard, going for walks, going on hikes, etc. We certainly miss our activities – softball, tball, etc. –miss our friends and miss our extended families. We are very hopeful that this won’t go on forever, although some days it feels like it might. Overall, we can’t complain because we are together and healthy. But we will certainly be happy when things get back to a semblance of “normal” – whatever the new definition of “normal” will be. Until then…we try to make the best out of the situation, however “difficult” (relatively speaking, of course) some days can be.

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cereal in a bag: part two (peter parker x reader)

hi, a few of you wanted a part two to cereal in a bag so here you go, it’s a little rough but oh well lol, I’m working on other requests and they’ll be out soon <3

spoiler: this contains no cereal in bags. i’m sorry

contains: fluff

word count: 2k

summary: after months of after-school meet ups at the park by your house, you and Peter find yourselves confessing your feelings to one another.

requests:

‘hey so I don't know if u are taking requests but I just read cereal in a bag and now I'm craving for more IT'S SO FUCKING CUTE I CANT DEAL WITH IT and if you could do a part 2 in which the reader has developed feeling for peter and then they're hanging out and something more happens (you know what I mean? like fluffy making out) I'd really appreciate! and if you write it please tag me thankss (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) btw I'm Brazilian so I really don't know if I wrote everything right, sorry if I didn't!’ - @eutimica

‘More cereal in bag that was fluffing amazing’ -anon

‘Part 2 of cereal in a bag please!! 😊’ -anon

‘More cereal in the bag where the reader and Peter confess their feelings? Thanks.’ -anon

Months after that first day at the park with Peter, you began meeting up with him there once or twice a week after school. Sometimes you caught the bus together, other times, you’d walk and talk about outer space, or your favourite films and conspiracy theories. Some weeks, he couldn’t make it because of his Stark internship, and you’d go to the park by yourself and bury your head in a book for an hour or two, though you secretly wished Peter was in the swing beside you, pointing at clouds that looked like faces or animals. You didn’t talk all that much in school, although he started sitting by you in English and chatting to you in Gym. But you were glad, because it gave you more to talk about when you finally got time alone together.

Today, the sun was mellow and made the clouds glow in the sky. You were waiting for Peter by the school gates, fiddling with the bracelet around your wrist. When you finally spotted him, your face broke out into a wide smile. His hair was in messy curls and he had on a sweater that was at least two sizes too big for him, almost coming down to hid mid-thigh. His eyes scanned the crowd, his face lighting up when he saw you and he sped his walk to an almost-run.

“There you are!” He beamed, pulling you into a tight hug with both arms. His hair was slightly wet and you giggled, pulling away and running your fingers through it playfully.

“Why is your hair all wet?” You asked, finding it hard to keep the grin off your face.

He crossed his arms and pouted, scrunching his nose up. “Flash sprayed his water bottle at me after Gym and ruined it, that’s why I’m wearing this dumb sweater, my shirt is ruined.”

“Well, I think you look cute,” you giggled, linking arms with him and breaking out into a skip on the spot. He grinned with pink cheeks, looking at the ground and squeezing your arm.

You began skipping out the gates, pulling him behind you and a laugh erupted from his lips, giggles tumbling from your own. The sunlight set his stray hairs alight, going from brown to an almost red colour, even though it was wet. The two of you made your way out of the school and set off toward the park. You walked together quietly, simply enjoying the company of each other, arms still linked loosely.

You continued your slow stroll before Peter stopped in his tracks, causing you to only just avoid tripping over your own feet. He dropped your arm, crouching down and plucking a wild daisy from the side of the path. You felt a warmth in your chest as he stood back up, a proud look on his face. He stepped toward you and gently moved your hair over your shoulder, tucking the flower behind your ear and rolling his lip between his teeth in concentration as he made sure it was secure. He stepped back and examined it with a tilted head, nodding and his smile grew wider.

“Pretty,” Is all he said, but his tone was gentle and sincere. The sun peeked out from its place behind a cloud, warming your skin and turning Peter’s brown eyes to a soft gold. Both your gazes lingered for a moment, before you began walking slowly once again. He matched your pace, walking close beside you with his shoulder brushing yours.

Instead of heading straight for the swings as you usually would when you finally reached the park, Peter ran over to the merry-go-round, smiling excitedly at you.

“I’ll spin you!” He beamed, grabbing hold of one of the bars.

“What if I break it?” You laughed, seeing the way the yellow paint was chipped how the metal would squeak when you leaned on it.

“You won’t, just get on!” He exclaimed. He looked overly excited, shifting from foot to foot with a wide grin and you gave in, sitting down and hugging the pole in front of you. Peter laughed and immediately started walking around it, slowly building up speed before breaking into a run and spinning it quickly. He jumped on after it had gotten so fast that you had to tighten your grip on the bar, laughing loudly, the wind running through his hair.

“Wooo!” He laughed, throwing his head back with his eyes shut, smiling so hard that you could hardly remember what he looked like frowning. The daisy flew from the place behind your ear and you gasped, giggling,

“Noo! The flower!” You cried, the small, creaky merry-go-round gradually losing speed.

“Aww!” He shouted over the wind that was whirring past your ears. He let go with one hand and stuck it up in the air, letting it stream through his fingers.

Once the spinning slowed to a halt, Peter opened his eyes and looked over at you, his hair in a wild, curly mess. His face was bright and he looked like he was going to burst with joy, a small laugh coming from his lips as he stood up and grabbed your hand, pulling you over to the other side of the playground where a dulled yellow pipe stood, coming up to just below your knee. After your many visits to the little park, you never actually knew what it did. There was an identical pipe coming out of the tan park a few feet away, the paint flaking off from past years.

“Put your ear to this,” He told you, crouching down and pointing at it. You frowned at him, tilting your head to the side. “Just trust me.” He said, smiling and letting go of your hand. As you pressed your ear to the pipe, he ran over to the other one and crouched behind it, cupping his hands around the opening and whispering into it.

“Hey,” He said, his voice in your ear despite the distance between you. Your lips curled into a smile and you looked at him over your pipe, giggling.

“Hello,” You replied, speaking in a gentle whisper just as he had.

“How are you going?” He asked, smile prominent in his voice.

“I was good, but I lost my flower,” You told him, pouting.

He took a moment to reply, chuckling quietly, “Well that’s a shame, isn’t it? I’ll get you a new one. What’s your favourite?”

“Favourite what, flower?” You asked.

“Mhm.”

You thought about it for a moment, “Red roses?”

He laughed, not because it was funny, but because you seemed to consider it a very serious question, which he adored, “Generic,” He teased.

“I think you mean romantic.” You argued gently, smiling.

Heat rose to his face, though you didn’t notice. “More like cliché”

“Well, I’m sorry my favourite flower isn’t interesting enough for you, Parker.” You whispered, cheeks hurting from how much you were smiling.

He laughed gently into the pipe, the sound carrying over to yours and filling your chest with a soft glow of warmth. The two of you stayed quiet for a short while, simply smiling to yourselves with pink on your cheeks.

“Here, I have a question,” You whispered, picking at the flaky paint on the pipe.

“Yes?”

“What makes you happy?” You peered over at him as you asked, and he smiled at you gently.

“Well, a lot of things make me happy.” He replied.

“Such as?”

“Movies make me happy, and finishing making something really cool out of Lego with Ned, and seeing cats on my way home from school, and… and this one girl, she makes me happy. Like, super happy.”

“Yeah?” You asked, stomach doing a flip when you heard the last one.

“Yeah. She’s… She’s amazing. She’s really smart, and funny, and kind, and caring, and… And she’s beautiful, too. Really beautiful. She makes me feel really weird, but nice. Like it’s always warm, even when it’s not, y’know? And like everything’s alright even when it really isn’t.” He trailed off, sounding the happiest you’ve ever heard him as he went on and on. Your fingertips tingled with anticipation as you leaned closer to the pipe as to reply, your heart beating quickly in your chest.

“Well, it sounds like she’s very special to you,” You practically breathed your words out, pulling your lip between your teeth nervously.

“She is. For sure.” He whispered back. “But I don’t know if I should tell her how I feel, because I don’t want to ruin what we have, as stupid as it sounds…”

“I’m sure it wouldn’t ruin anything,” You told him softly, “She might even feel the same way about you.”

He held his breath, his own heartbeat quickening, “You think so?”

“I do. Any girl would be lucky to have you, Peter.”

“Well…” He started, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He paused for a long moment, and you could hear his gentle breathing through the pipe as you awaited his response, each second feeling like it lasted forever.

“I… I-I like you a lot, Y/N, and I… I understand if you don’t feel the same, but you’re amazing, and I just- I hope you know that you make me really happy, and…” He wiped his palms on his sweatpants, his face flushed red.

Your chest swelled, happiness engulfing your entire body to the point you thought it would smother you. Heat rose to your cheeks and left a blush on your entire face as you leaned forward to respond,

“Peter…” You started, and he quickly cut you off, sounding almost panicked,

“No, it’s okay, I understand, I just- “

You giggled gently and he stopped, looking confused as you peered over the yellow pipe.

“No, Peter, I was going to say that I… I feel the same way about you, and I…I think you’re really great, and you make me incredibly happy, and I- God, I sound so stupid, I’m trying, okay?” You laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. Peter’s eyes widened, his lips hanging agape as he listened to your words, a grin breaking out on his face,

“No way, really? Are you serious? I never thought-,” He cut himself off, too excited to finish his own sentence and he ran is fingertips through his now-dry hair. You raised to your feet and ran over to where he was sat on the ground, bending down and wrapping your arms around him. Giggles tumbled wildly from your lips and you fell beside him, pulling him down onto his back with you. He laughed and pulled you closer to his side, burying his face in the crook of your neck with an expression of pure glee on his face. The two of you lied there with your arms tangled together, letting the sunshine warm your skin, nothing but the sound of your gentle breaths breaking the comfortable silence between you.

After a while, Peter raised his head, his face only a few inches from yours and you studied each other’s every feature, from barely visible freckles to a stray eyelash on his cheek. His eyes eventually rested on your lips, and you could feel his heartbeat speeding up in his chest. He inched forward very slowly, stopping when he was so close that your breaths became one instead of two. You closed your eyes and leaned forward, closing the gap gently and his hand came up to rest on your cheek. His lips were soft and warm, moving softly and almost timidly with yours. The kiss was sweet and tender, laced with a shy innocence. Peter ran his fingertips through your hair slowly, his thumb behind your ear and he couldn’t help but smile against your lips, his heart swelling.

When you gently pulled away, he took a moment to open his eyes. When he did, he grinned, letting out a breath as if he had forgotten to breathe. He kept his hand where it was, fingers laced in your hair and you sighed contently, closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his.

“Pretty.” He breathed,

and you couldn’t help but smile.

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Places of Note #2: Museo de Arte Moderno

Located inside the massive Chapultepec Park, this museum houses 5 or 6 exhibit spaces. The building is shaped like a wheel, with the exhibit spaces in the outer edge of the wheel. The day I arrived it was raining hard and I was unable to get a good picture of the outside. Sorry. The above picture is of the ceiling in the central circle, which glows like a sun in hues of copper, yellow, and black.

Below, I will highlight a few of the exhibits and a sampling of their art.

The exhibition Territorios de la Memoria covers art in the United Mexican States from 1985-2019 that is “marked by transitions in the social, cultural and political spheres.” The territorios covered were: changes in the family unit, concepts of gender, nationhood, the physical environment, movement towards urban communities, egalitarian ideals, and the road ahead. It seems like a lot of ground to cover, and the exhibit did an excellent job doing so.

"El Buda Zapata” (2004) by Patrick Petterson. The Memoria of Emiliano Zapata is complex and Petterson reflects this in his triptych painting. Here, Zapata reminds me of Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara, with many arms reaching outward. Avalokitesvara represents the desire to free others from pain and provide compassion, which is juxtaposed with Zapata, dressed in his ammunition bandolier, sombrero, sitting peacefully atop flowers, and, ultimately, death. Zapata’s battles for the agrarian peasant communities made him a hero for many and eventually inspired changes in the country’s constitution to assist farmers. But his message of “compassion” was shown through war, expressed as the weapons that turn into floral trumpets and the halo of a pistol barrel that envelopes him.

To note: On the metro ride to the museum, a small display was set up in the station discussing the humble beginnings, the rise to power, and the eventual assassination of Emiliano Zapata. A grotesque element of his death was the variety of pictures that members of the rival army took with Zapata’s corpse—many of which were broadly displayed in the metro station for all to see.

“Border Line” (2019) by Carlos Aguirre. (Apologies for the blurry image) Reflecting on the new “post-national” identity of “migrant”, Aguirre places a variety of statements side-by-side, cut out of large stencils. The statements are some spoken by Trump about Mexico and her people (from left to center): “Bad hombres”; “They’re killing us”; “Has a massive crime problem”; “Totally corrupt.” These stencils are juxtaposed with rhetoric about Trump (to the right of the center section): “Complete idiot”; “A misogynist”; “A sociopath”; and so on. Caught in the center is the politics of the border, displayed in the jagged edges of the border states of Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas, which welcomes and rejects the migrant in a muddle of political rhetoric. The panels that flank the border states recall the current metal wall that sits along the border.

In my own observations, yes, the rhetoric is frustrating and, frankly, a mess. What has come up a few times in conversations with locals is a joking response to being called “rapists” and “murderers” by the sitting President of the United States—something, strangely, they bring up on their own (I would never outright ask someone their feelings on such vitriol). They say this because they have friends and family who work dutifully in the United States, and some of them have studied or worked themselves in the States. In their joking, there is a tinge of darkness, which I understand a little. To have the leader of a superpower dismiss and degrade a nation—much less a neighbor—with such terms, and to seemingly have a large population of the country still support him, requires a little nervous laughter to get by because all that would be left would be fiery, righteous anger.

Thankfully that’s also why we have art!

Re-Creaciones: Entre el Juego y el Arte (Recreations: Between Play and Art) is a fun exhibit that looks at games, toys, puppet shows, and other elements that represent childhood and play, put side-by-side with art that is inspired by them. The exhibit was whimsical and had a lot of great hands-on projects, as well as plenty of art that was not to be touched. It was bound to bring out the child in anyone!

“Juego de dados” (No date) by Francisco Icaza. Also in the midst of his own large exhibit at the Museo del Palacio de Bellas Artes (I posted about his fun Brecht-inspired piece), Icaza recreates blocks, “dice”, or even Lego pieces into what looks like a temple of gold. It reminds me of some of the renderings of Aztec temples, which would have dotted the island of Tenochtitlan.

“La historia del Universo” (2011) by Ulises Figueroa. I love this simple and beautiful realizing of, not only the history, but the idealized future of the universe. Figueroa expresses the Big Bang up until...the robots take over and the world ends? Hard to say, but I could spend quite a while dissecting all of the fun jueguetes that make up this piece.

Colección Abierta Patrimoniales (Open Heritage Collection) exhibits some of the “Heritage” artists of the United Mexican States who made art between 1913-1974. Think: Frida Kahlo, Diego Rivera, José Clemente Orozco, María Izquierdo, and more. The painting that welcomes patrons is probably one of Frida Kahlo’s most famous works, "The Two Fridas” (1939). Painted after her divorce from the womanizing Diego Rivera, Frida is expressed as two halves; in a Tehuana dress on the left and as a modern woman on the right. The traditional woman’s heart is split. Both Fridas seem to give each other comfort, as the sky storms behind them.

”Apunte para El Jarabe” (1913) by Saturnino Herrán. This is a charcoal study for Herrán’s later full painting “El Jarabe”, which features a woman preparing for the “Mexican hat dance” El Jarabe. The later painting would also feature a man bowing to her, in preparation for the bailar. I was drawn to Herrán’s work because it reminded me of the work of Norman Rockwell in the United States. At the time of this study, Rockwell was 18 years of age and just beginning his career as a painter and illustrator. The crossover for me is not just their naturalistic, idealized, almost commercial style of painting, but also their ability to tell expressive, romantic narratives about “the Nation”.

(From left) “Historia de la religión I (Azteca)” (1950) by Diego Rivera

(Center) “Historia de la religión II” (No date) by Diego Rivera

(Right) “ Historia de la religión IV” (1950-57) by Diego Rivera

Arguably Mexico City’s most famous muralist, this triptych is easily in conversation with many of his works etched on the walls of the Palacio de Bellas Artes or the Secretaría de Educación Pública building, which tend to glance backward at an idealized past. Here it would seem that Aztecs are bloody and can write, Greeks can build and do the math, and Romans bring about Jesus. Despite this, I am fascinated by how much more interesting and dynamic the Aztec panel is compared to the other two. In fact, the Roman/Jesus panel is downright dark and kind of boring.

I’m sure there will be more on Diego Rivera, as one can’t throw a rock at a wall without hitting one of his works here. He certainly had a lot to say.

Check out the Museo de Arte Moderno here.

#cdmx #modern art #museo de arte moderno

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Mason Polizzi - A Song List

1. Ahead Of Myself - Jamie Lawson

{{ "Don’t wanna get ahead of myself, But isn’t this swell? Don’t wanna make a fool of myself, Like a clown I just fell, There you go making promises, You really shouldn’t say, Don’t wanna get ahead of myself, I think I just found the way" }}

2. Mess Is Mine - Vance Joy

{{ "Do you like walking in the rain? When you think of love, do you think of pain? You can tell me what you see, I will choose what I believe, Hold on, darling, This body is yours, This body is yours and mine, Well hold on, my darling, This mess was yours, Now your mess is mine" }}

3. Dream - Tessa Violet

{{ "I had a dream last night you came back to me after our goodbye, My arms you fell into and you asked if I'd run away with you, I ain't felt that way before like I couldn't wait just a minute more, and I don't wanna let you go, but dreams slip away I know" }}

4. First Day Of My Life - Bright Eyes

{{ "So if you want to be with me, With these things there's no telling, We just have to wait and see, But I'd rather be working for a paycheck, Than waiting to win the lottery, Besides maybe this time is different, I mean I really think you like me" }}

5. Vitamin C - Clean Cut Kid

{{ "And it breaks my heart to see you cry, I know it's not enough to sing you a lullaby, You're gonna' find those wings to set you free, I'm gonna' be your Vitamin C, Build you back up the way you used to be" }}

6. The Dreamer - The Tallest Man On Earth

{{ "Sometimes the blues is just a passing bird, And why can't that always be, Tossing aside from your birches crown, Just enough dark to see, How you're the light over me" }}

7. Lego House - Ed Sheeran

{{ "I'm gonna paint you by numbers and colour you in, If things go right we can frame it and put you on a wall, And it's so hard to say it but I've been here before, Now I'll surrender up my heart and swap it for yours, I'm out of touch, I'm out of love, I'll pick you up when you're getting down, And out of all these things I've done, I think I love You better now" }}

8. Someone To Fall Back On - Jason Robert Brown

{{ "I don't walk on coals, I won't walk on water: I am no prince, I am no saint, I am not anyone's wildest dream, But I will stand behind, And be someone to fall back on. Some comedy - You're bruised and beaten down, And I'm the one, Who's looking for a favor. Still, honestly, You don't believe me, But the things I have, Are the things you need." }}

9. I And Love And You - The Avett Brothers {{ "Ah Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in. Are you aware the shape I'm in? My hands they shake, my head it spins. Ah Brooklyn, Brooklyn take me in. When at first I learned to speak. I used all my words to fight. With him and her and you and me. Ah, but it's just a waste of time. Yeah it's such a waste of time." }}

10. Hopeless Wanderer - Mumford & Sons.

{{ "So when your hopes on fire, But you know your desire, Don't hold a glass over the flame, Don't let your heart grow cold, I will call you by name, I will share your road, but hold me fast, hold me fast, Cause I'm a hopeless wanderer" }}

11. Your Guardian Angel - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

{{ "Seasons are changing and waves are crashing and, Stars are falling all for us, Days grow longer and nights grow shorter, I can show you I'll be the one, I will never let you fall, I'll stand up with you forever, I'll be there for you through it all, Even if saving you sends me to heaven" }}

12. Fix You - Coldplay

{{ "Lights will guide you home, And ignite your bones, And I will try to fix you, High up above or down below, When you're too in love to let it go, If you never try you'll never know, Just what you're worth" }}

13. Mercy - Shawn Mendes

{{ "Please have mercy on me, Take it easy on my heart, Even though you don't mean to hurt me, You keep tearing me apart, Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart" }}

14. I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons

{{ "Now I'll be bold, As well as strong, And use my head alongside my heart, So tame my flesh. And fix my eyes, A tethered mind freed from the lies, And I'll kneel down, Wait for now I'll kneel down, Know my ground" }}

15. Bloom - The Paper Kites

{{ "In the morning when I wake And the sun is coming through, Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness, And you fill my head with you. Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down? Oh, you fill my head with pieces, Of a song I can't get out." }}

16. When My Time Comes - Dawes

{{ "I lived less like a workhorse, more like a slave. I thought that one quick moment, that was noble or brave, would be worth the most of my life. So I pointed my fingers and shouted few quotes I knew, as if something that's written, should be taken as true. But every path I had taken, and conclusion I drew, would put truth back under the knife." }}

17. Hold Back The River - James Bay

{{ "Tried to keep you close to me, But life got in between, Tried to square not being there, But think that I should've been, Hold back the river, let me look in your eyes, Hold back the river" }}

18. Big Jet Plane - Angus & Julia Stone

{{ "She said "hello mister, pleased to meet ya", I wanna hold her, I wanna kiss her, She smelled of daisies, she smelled of daisies, She drive me crazy, she drive me crazy" }}

19. Promise - Ben Howard

{{ "And meet me there, bundles of flowers, We wait through the hours of cold, Winter shall howl at the walls, Tearing down doors of time. Shelter as we go, And promise me this: You’ll wait for me only, Scared of the lonely arms." }}

20. Northern Downpour - Panic! At The Disco

{{ "Through playful lips made of yarn, That fragile Capricorn, Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves, I know the world's a broken bone, But melt your headaches, call it home, Hey moon, please forget to fall down, Hey moon, don't you go down" }}

#evrptask #evrptask02 #evrpmusic #music #playlist #Yes this is a 98% Malia playlist oops

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70 Skills Every Man Should Master

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70 Skills Every Man Should Master

What does it mean to be a man in the modern world? Make money? Build muscle? Dress well? Quit work to raise your kids?

It’s arguably all of these things and none. Twenty-first-century masculinity might look a lot different from 50 years ago, but it’s still – and always will be – a concept that’s constantly changing, a totally different picture based on where you’re from and what you think is expected of you.

Less obscure, though, are the skills a man should posses. Mostly because the majority haven’t changed. These are the things you need to be able to do to make it today.

At Home

The modern man isn’t all about sport and the outdoors, you know. Domestic duties are an essential part of 21st-century masculinity. Indeed, whereas a bloke was once measured on the size of his muscles and testosterone levels, now he scores equal man-points for his sheet-folding ability (harder than it sounds). Here are 10 skills to hone for around the house.

1. Change a light bulb. And a fuse. No, AC and DC aren’t two halves of the same band.

2. Hang a picture. A movie poster held up with Blu Tack doesn’t count.

3. Sew a button back on. Yes, with the sewing kit you actually own.

4. Iron clothes.

5. Make a bed. Whether it’s yours or not.

6. Remove a stain. The key? Water’s better than nothing, but vodka is ideal (when isn’t it?).

7. Wallpaper a room. Or strip the wallpaper from a room.

8. Pack a suitcase. Knowing how to do so properly (roll, don’t fold; use the space in your shoes; blazers inside out) is the mark of true jet-setter.

9. Put some shelves up. It only counts if they don’t fall down again. It half counts if they’re only straight when squinting.

10. Keep a fancy plant without killing it. Top tip: cactus.

For Style

Looking good is a man’s prerogative. Looking exceptional is a talent – a mix of nifty hacks, knowing your body, and understanding what to wear and when. It’s no surprise that these are the skills that every well-dressed man knows.

1. Understand how to buy a suit. An eye for what fits can be learned, as can know-how around fabric, colours, texture and patterns.

2. Explain the difference between an Oxford and Derby shoe.

3. Manscape. At least to some degree. We’re not saying you need to wax, but we are saying no one should need a map down there.

4. Tie a tie. If you only know one, make it a four-in-hand (or ‘schoolboy’).

5. Know your measurements, including chest, waist, neck and inside leg.

6. Shine your shoes. You’ll need a shoe brush, soft cloths, leather conditioner and shoe polish.

7. Dress for the occasion. There’s no avoiding dress codes like black tie and business-casual, so you may as well take steps to do it right.

8. Communicate what you want to your barber. “Short back and sides” won’t cut it. If in doubt, take a picture.

9. Know the difference between a mechanical watch and a quartz.

10. Fix any style dilemma (be it a creased shirt or shrunken knit) in a pinch.

As A Partner

There’s more to being a great lover than having dynamite skills between the sheets (though, to be fair, that does help). It’s about being sensitive, considerate and emotionally nurturing – all skills a man needs if he’s going to find, and hold onto, a partner. Here’s how to do it.

1. Give a good massage. Great for wooing, not to mention working on your forearm strength.

2. Cook at least one impressive dinner to get them to stay over, and one breakfast dish that’ll wow them in the morning.

3. Ask someone out on a date (without resorting to stock chat-up lines). Bonus points if it’s in person.

4. Buy flowers. The right flowers. You know lilies are for funerals, right?

5. Be able to answer when they ask: “How do I look in this?” Stuttering leads to a fate worse than death.

6. Back down from an argument. Accept when the other person is right and be open to being convinced.

7. And apologise (sincerely).

8. Remember key dates. Birthdays and anniversaries are essential.

9. Read body language. They’re not “fine” and might even be about to punch you.

10. Buy them clothes that they actually like. If they exchange them, you’ve failed.

As A Man’s Man

We live in the age of reconstructed and reclaimed masculinity, but a man is a man, and the hunter-gatherer instinct is strong. Except in the modern world, being an alpha male isn’t about killing a deer with your bare hands, it’s about being the best physical specimen you can be and an absolute wizard with a toolkit.

1. Shake hands properly. A recent survey of 1,000 Americans found that 72 per cent believe that the way a person shakes hands says a lot about them. Make sure yours says all the right things.

2. Drive (preferably with the legal right to do so).

3. Be able to carry out basic car mechanics. When you find yourself with a dead phone and a flat tire, you’ll thank us.

4. Start a fire (and know how to put one out).

5. Diffuse a fight. Or when that doesn’t work, throw a knockout punch.

6. Perform CPR. And the Heimlich manoeuvre. Knowing which situation requires which is a given.

7. Squat, deadlift and bench press properly. There’s nothing manly about long-term lumbar pain.

8. Ask for a raise. And get it.

9. Know your drink and how to order it (no-one likes indecision at the bar).

10. Stand up for others. Staying quiet is always the easy option.

As A Dad

These are the skills that will not only make you an excellent father, but set a good example for your children – and hopefully make them better, well-rounded people in the process. Plus, having the best Lego-skills out of all the dads in the playground is one of life’s greatest satisfactions.

1. Take a good family photo. Find the light, frame it well and take a shitload because, let’s face it, the kids’ eyes are going to be closed for most of them.

2. Change a nappy. Without going on about how brave you are afterwards.

3. Dance. At least better than your own dad (unless he’s Michael Flatley).

4. Build a Lego city. Without using any instructions.

5. Have a stand-up wee while also holding a baby.

6. Barbecue. Without endangering any family member’s life.

7. Find a method that gets your baby to sleep every time without fail.

8. Understand you’re not the backup parent and that you have unique things to teach your offspring.

9. Master the assault course at your local park.

10. Know the lyrics to every Disney song. Even Frozen. Especially Frozen.

As A Thinking Man

Brawn is nothing without having the brains to back it up. Every man should strive to have intelligence, a sharp wit that can hold a room, and the ability to solve a Rubik’s Cube like one of those maths genius kids. Here are 10 must-have skills for smart, self-aware men.

1. Give a speech. At a wedding, at a funeral, and half-cut at your own birthday.

2. Understand that mental health is just as important as physical health.

3. Know your limits. (Especially in the case of tequila.)

4. Understand basic measurements and how to convert them.

5. Make small talk (or at least feign interest). When in doubt, ask someone about their favourite subject: themselves.

6. Read. By that, we mean actually finish at least one book a month.

7. Haggle. If you think you’ll end up walking having paid the original price – or worse, more – just cough up.

8. Know when to go to the doctor. Even if you do tag your gym selfies #BeastMode, you’re not invincible.

9. Ask for help when you need it. Offer it when you can give it, but don’t be pushy.

10. Tell a joke. If you’re not particularly funny, have a few in the bank and know which one to pull out when.

In The Kitchen

A modern man’s place is in the kitchen. And not just rifling through the snack cupboard, but actually knowing what he’s doing and cooking up some excellent nosh. Boiling an egg is all well and good, but what about the skills that will make you a real man in the kitchen?

1. Mix at least one good cocktail. A Manhattan or Old Fashioned are excellent places to start.

2. Sharpen a knife. And be able to dissect an onion in the blink-of-an-eye.

3. Know how to cook every type of steak, or at least the difference between a rump and a Chateaubriand.

4. Open a bottle without an opener. A lighter, ring, key, belt buckle or any available countertop are all invaluable makeshift bottle openers.

5. Turn leftovers into dinner. When in doubt: omelette.

6. Blag your way through any wine list.

7. De-shell lobster like a chef. The least you can do is save a dead animal the indignity of being bashed around on your plate.

8. Cook a three-course meal.

9. Make your own pizza dough. Then top it like a don.

10. Master an incredible vegan dish. Because you never know when one might come for dinner.

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Thank you so much to JD over at Studious Creatives for nominating me. I absolutely love her blog. You must go check it out! It is a wonderful inspiration for creativity of all types by a fellow book lover. I cannot praise her blog enough! I loved how open-ended this was. It was fun to write this post!

The Rules:

Thank the person who nominated you and link their blog

Share 7 things about yourself

Nominate others (up to 15)

Include this set of rules

Inform your nominees

Seven things about me:

1. Family

I have a sister and the most adorable nephew ever! I feel incredibly blessed to be such a huge part of his life and I absolutely love being an aunt! I could talk about him all day. He is my light. I love him to pieces!

2. Loves

I LOVE fireworks. I have a lifetime goal of traveling to see some of the world’s best fireworks displays. I feel blessed to have seen firework displays in DC and NYC, including from a building overlooking the White House. I hope to add many more amazing experiences to my list one day!

3. Hobby

I picked up crochet not quite two years ago now, though I didn’t really get into it until summer 2016 when I took my first crochet class and then immediately a second one. I picked this hobby really quick and I’ve been really happy with the quality of most of my projects. It’s a goal of mine to sell a few crochet things on Etsy at some point. I also have a new goal of crocheting literary things and when I do, I will post them on this blog!

4. Digs

I live in a semi-rural area on a decent amount of property in a duplex. I specifically choose this location because it is close to things I need access to, like my library and Target, but it is not in town. There are no street lights, curb, sewer, or gutter. But there is a lot of quiet and nature. In fact, there is a cute little pond incredibly close to my house and I love walking around it with Nica. Nica LOVES grass so has been in heaven here!

4. Other loves

I love the architect Frank Lloyd Wright and not only have a life goal of seeing all of his houses which are open to the public, but also to build many of his houses out of Legos. I feel at peace in his houses. I will give an awful lot to live in one of his houses. They bring more joy than I can possibly explain. I mean, after all, they are just houses. Even his commercial buildings are amazing!

5. And still more loves

I love Legos and a few years ago, decided to throw caution to the wind and embrace my love of Legos. I’ve taken on their more adult sets with incredible joy. I wish I could afford more Lego sets as I absolutely love building them! Their newer architecture line is also really great because it combines my love of Legos with Frank Lloyd Wright!

6. Favorites

My favorite color is purple, ya know, the color of royalty. 😉 Purple flowers are also pretty great. The ones on the right grow wild in my lawn, until they get mowed over, which always makes me sad!

7. Pets

My first pet as an adult was a bunny named Logan. Do you know the rabbit from Monty Python The Holy Grail? That rabbit was based off Logan. He was the most assertive bunny I have ever met. He dominated Nica and asserted his space. Nica usually ran away from him in terror. It was an interesting dynamic. Logan was also a very clever bunny and had a tendency to break out of his home in the middle of the night as a baby. But then he grew up into a grumpy old man and mostly just sat as a big lump of fur. He passed away a few years ago from kidney failure. I still miss him.

8. Bonus: one thing about Nica

Nica has lived in more states than me by 2! She was born in Alabama where her mom (purebred Corgi) was a stray after Hurricane Katrina and she was transported to a rescue in New Jersey where she lived until I adopted her. When I lived in New York, I used to joke that I rescued her from a life in Jersey! Haha.

The Nominees

I wish I could tag everyone, but alas, I cannot. Nearly every blog deserves this award and it’s so fun to do! I’m sorry if I wasn’t able to tag you. This is the worst part about tags and awards.

Dani at Mousai Books Abby and Erica at You Otter Read Anthony at Keep Reading Forward Elin at Book Owlie Jill at Jill Jemmett Kayla at K Drew The Book Worm

One Lovely Blog Award – Bookish: Award Thank you so much to JD over at Studious Creatives for nominating me. I absolutely love her blog.

#About Me #award #Bookish #bunny #Corgi #dog #family #favorites #fireworks #Frank Lloyd Wright #hobbies #Legos #life #Logan #loves #nature #Nica #Outdoors #purple #Tag #Tagged

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Hyperallergic: Weighing Ai Weiwei’s Work Amid Butterflies and Botanical Life

Installation view, Ai Weiwei at Meijer Gardens: Natural State (all photos by the author for Hyperallergic)

GRAND RAPIDS, Mich. — I’ve had the recent good fortune to visit a number of art exhibitions in botanical gardens — either installed directly within the conservatories or in adjacent galleries. Much of the wealth of art institutions is directed toward conservation; it creates an interesting parallel to see art objects displayed in places that are typically devoted to the conservancy and maintenance of living creatures. Like many museums, botanical gardens are largely research facilities, while dealing heavily, in their public-facing aspects, with aesthetics and questions of interpretation and audience engagement.

The Fredrick Meijer Gardens & Sculpture Park occupies a site originally slated for a Meijer store — Meijer being a major catchall retail chain (like Target) ubiquitous in most Great Lakes states (and Kentucky). But due to community opposition, it instead became the location of a sculpture garden, a pet project of the chain’s founder, Fredrick Meijer. In addition to a permanent collection of art on the grounds, the institution houses traditional botanical environments — desert/arid and tropical — as well as an art gallery. All of these are currently hosting different aspects of an exclusive exhibition of works by Ai Weiwei, titled Natural State.

Ai Weiwei, “Free Speech Puzzle” (2015), hand-painted porcelain in the Qing dynasty imperial style

Discussion of this exhibition began years ago, sparked by Meijer Gardens’ acquisition of Ai’s “Iron Tree,” which is now a permanent part of the sprawling sculpture garden that surrounds the indoor facilities. Joseph Becherer, chief curator and vice president of horticulture and sculpture collections and exhibitions, worked intensively with Ai — who was, at that time, still under house arrest in China — to purchase and install the work according to his specifications. The diligence demonstrated by Meijer Gardens during the installation of “Iron Tree” impressed upon the artist the institution’s capacity to execute a larger-scale exhibition. Becherer and Ai seem to have struck up a friendship over the years.

Ai Weiwei’s “Iron Tree,” part of the permanent collection at Meijer Gardens

The works in the exhibition appear in three zones: the traditional galleries, the interstitial space between galleries and conservatories, and the conservatory environments themselves. Much of the work on display is porcelain, although the non-conservatory areas also feature wallpaper installations, which give the large galleries a sense of fullness, even with a rather spare distribution of sculptures. Lofted above the main causeway connecting the conservatories to the lobby are a selection of Ai’s bamboo and silk kites (previously shown in a department store in Paris). The main gallery displays Ai’s rendering in Legos of the controversial photographs that document his destruction of a Han dynasty urn. All the rest of the works on display are porcelain or ceramic.

Within the conservatories, the pieces struggles to hold their own. A number fight for attention with the botanical installations — for example, the large, blue, ceramic water drop sculptures in the desert room could be taken for little more than garden art. This is particularly true of the tropical room’s giant pots and “tofu” ceramic sculptures (which resemble large blocks of tofu, but are also a play on words criticizing the shoddy construction practices that resulted in fatalities during the Sichuan earthquake); due to their scale and pastel shades, they almost give the appearance of being Disneyland props. The sense of fancifulness is enhanced by the seasonal, live butterfly zone, in which some 7,000 exotic butterflies have been set loose. It is the rare artwork that can compete with a kaleidoscope of Blue Morphos. In another botanical wing, I witnessed a family group cheerfully posing for a portrait with the colorful porcelain twists that mimic the rebar commemorating the children who died in the 2008 Sichuan earthquake.

Installation view, Ai Weiwei at Meijer Gardens: Natural State

Ai Weiwei, “Porcelain Rebar” (2015)

The work outside the conservatories better retains its identity as art — but even in the lobby, people pose for selfies in front of the wallpaper showcasing the flower displays that came to symbolize Ai’s incarceration at the hands of the Chinese government. Here, at least, one detects the artist’s wry humor: with his keen understanding of the digital culture that promulgates his messages, Ai has hung a blow-up of his own selfie, taken moments before his arrest and detention without trial, in the center of a colorful wall that will become the backdrop for a host of unironic visitor selfies. In the main gallery, a series of Han dynasty pots have been refinished in shiny automotive paints — a nod to the local flavor.

In the lobby gallery: Ai Weiwei, “With Flowers” (2013–15), wallpaper, and “Illumination” (2009) color print on dibond

Unlike other botanical gardens I’ve visited, which were mainly patronized by a few moms with strollers, Meijer Gardens is bustling with activity. Grand Rapids schoolchildren routinely visit, with special curriculum related to the botanical components, physical education activities tied to the sculpture garden, and, of course, walks through the art galleries. This represents a wide audience, one perhaps unaware of or unreachable through more conventional fine art settings, and thus there’s an opportunity for exposure to some of Ai’s more politically pointed messaging.

Yet, in wandering the galleries and grounds, I found myself searching for comparisons and grasping for a conclusion. Is it good to provide broader access to the work of Ai Weiwei, regardless of whether or not the context blunts the politics? Or does art, stripped to any degree of its social commentary, becomes instantly objectified and purposeless? Can really great art communicate its intention, regardless of context and the potential indifference or intractability of an audience?

Ai Weiwei, detail of “He Xie” (2011), porcelain

“I still see and feel the strong political and personal commentary in much of the work,” said Becherer in an email interview that followed a tour of the show. “It seems very present to me, although the context does not project boldly as it did at Alcatraz, for example. Here at Meijer Gardens, the messaging may be a little more subtle and contemplative, but it has another strength: when I consider ‘Blossom’ or the flower wallpaper, or even the vitrines of smaller scale ceramic work, it is normal to want to linger in notions of the botanical, but there is a strong counterpunch in looking at the bold cultural and political statements those kinds of works really make. Having said that, there is something in the quiet beauty and fragility that the works … offer that resonates here. You see the power and transience of the natural world, another kind of protest. On the flip side, the two things Weiwei most deeply cares about, human rights and freedom of speech, are beautiful and fragile, like so many aspects of the ‘cultivated’ natural world. Left unattended, or worse, uncared for, that fragile beauty can be choked, can die and can disappear.”

Ai Weiwei, “Remains” (2015), porcelain

Advertising, as retailers well know, works through exposure: It doesn’t matter how smart you are; if you hear the same jingle enough times, it will get stuck in your head. By creating exposure to lovely objects imbued with meaning, are we planting seeds for critical thinking about society — or are we just creating a backdrop for ever more selfies? Can a message about free speech be clearly conveyed to an American audience, even when it is written in Chinese — both literally, as Ai’s work tends to be, and metaphorically, as it emerges from a context in which free speech is neither a right nor a given? It is possible that the extreme measures taken by governments to suppress artistic expression are reflective of an understanding that art has the power to shake society at its foundation. And of course, those who benefit most from the existing hierarchy have no real reason to support ideas that are disruptive to it. In the US, philanthropy tends to be characterized as beneficial to art, but there’s always the sinister possibility that anything introduced into a capitalist system becomes little more than a commodity.

On balance, I would rather have a botanical garden than a Meijer convenience store, but this environmental and aesthetic monument is, of course, built by the wealth of commerce and, in many ways, a demonstration of it. Arts philanthropy is popular among wealthy people as a means of reinforcing their image as generous and genteel — and as a convenient tax shelter, a way of using upper-class, otherwise taxable dollars to purchase expensive art and have it displayed in a building or wing bearing their name. Nonetheless, in a country where public funding for the arts is under threat, I cannot argue against the merits of redirecting monies that would end up funding international displays of aggression by small men into a wonderland of butterflies. And though I can speculate about the ways it might change the physical and cultural landscape to transform every Meijer into a sculpture garden or tropical adventure zone, sooner or later I, too, need to buy groceries, and perhaps a bookshelf, and get a prescription filled — and my local Meijer is a convenient place to do so. Perhaps providing an environment hospitable to such musings is the best we can expect from the rare benefactors of capitalism, in this day and age.

Ai Weiwei, “Taifeng” (2015), bamboo and silk

Ai Weiwei, “Water Drop” (2008) and “Cone” (2007)

One of Ai Weiwei’s large pots installed in the Lena Meijer Tropical Conservatory

Ai Weiwei, “Finger” (2014), wallpaper, and “Oil Spills” (2006), porcelain

In the main gallery: Ai Weiwei, “The Animal that Looks Like a Llama but is Really an Alpaca” (2015), wallpaper; “Dropping a Han Dynasty Urn” (2016), LEGO bricks; “Han Dynasty Vases with Auto Paint” (2015), Han dynasty vases (202 BCE–220 CE) and auto paint

Ai Weiwei at Meijer Gardens: Natural State continues at Fredrick Meijer Gardens & Sculpture Park (1000 East Beltline Ave NE, Grand Rapids, Michigan) through August 20.

Editor’s note: The author’s travel expenses were paid for by Meijer Gardens.

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