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moabunnie · 2 years

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TxT When You’re On Your Period ❤️

My take on the boys reacting to you on your period!

Warnings: your period lol

Hope you enjoy~

Soobin

Such a sweetheart, but I think he would panic just a lil bit

“Do I need to go buy you something??”

And you assure him you’re okay

Until you change your mind like 5 minutes later

But then you change your mind again and tell him not to

You’re very indecisive about it lol

When you’re cramping he just feels so sad he can’t take the pain away

He lets you squeeze his hand when you’re cramping

“You have to do this for HOW LONG???? 😳”

Soobs a little shocked that periods feel so awful for like a week

And that you basically do it once a month

“Girls are so tough wow”

Puts on funny shows/movies in hopes it will distract you from pain

Eats ice cream with you (you knew I had to had this)

You sleep a LOT on your period, so he feels like he is your sleep guardian lol always watching over you

Always putting blankets over you and putting a pillow under your head

And sometimes a lil stuffed animal 🥺

And when you’re period is finally over, he takes a breath of relief until realizing he has to do it again in a month

Yeonjun

He’s s u a v e

Takes everything so seriously and does everything calmly

But he is a guy, so he doesn’t understand/think things through sometimes

“Can we take a bath together to make you feel better?🥺”

Baby… Junnie… I am literally bleeding”

“Oh yeah😔”

You are very clingy and just want to cuddle Yeonjun all the time

But he’s afraid he’s going to hurt you lol

He will very gently hold you. No squeezing whatsoever because he is afraid you will pop

But he WILL give you lil tummy and back rubs

Brings you anything and everything when you ask

Need tampons? He will grab ur tampon box and hand you one, like a cool guy 😎

Even though he handed you the wrong size

Makes you tea before bed

And forces you to drink it all bc if you don’t then in his eyes you still be “sick” forever

Beomgyu

He doesn’t have a sister, so

He’s chill about it, but also very confused about some things

“How do you put a pad on?”

And when you show him, he is just amazed

“Can I put the pad on for you-” “Beomgyu get out”

Obviously being the little brat he is, he would purposely tease you by like stealing your food or something else small

But once you start crying over it he’s like “yo what did I do omg”

He ofc runs to your side and gives you all the hugs and kisses you need and also gives you more food

He will just steal the food when you aren’t looking

Always is trying to make you laugh

When you’re trying to sleep, he plays with your hair and sings to you 🥺

He tries very hard to not annoy you during this time of month because he understands how bad it is for you

He’s trying his best to be there for you when you need him <3

When you’re off your period tho he’s absolutely gonna say “oh thank god it’s over”💀

Taehyun

Personally, I feel like tae would try to avoid you 💀💀

Like maybe not even intentionally, but if he knows you’re on your period, he might try not to talk to you as much because he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings accidentally somehow ?

But he will absolutely cuddle you

And do anything you ask him to do

He will sing for you too 🥺 cute lil love songs maybe he even wrote them just for you

He just doesn’t wanna stress you out more :(

“Taehyun, can we eat candy for dinner?”

Even tho he’s a gym junkie, he’s absolutely going to eat candy with you for “dinner” 💀

If you’re cramping he’s immediately going to get you an ice pack or a heating pad

“Baby sit up I got this for you”

And just helps adjust you until you’re comfy af

He will use ur legs as pillows tho <3

“My lil ketchup packet”

You: 🤨🤨🤨

“Ok I will be quiet now”

HueningKai

This man has two sisters so he’s gotta know at least a little about periods lmfao

Brings you all his plushies (and I mean ALL) when he can’t be right next to you

He doesn’t want you to feel lonely lol

“Do you want me to go get food? Or sweets? Or-” and just lists every thing possible

Like soobin, he’s very sad he can’t take your pain away :(

Tummy rubs or no tummy rubs? That is the question

Well it’s up to you and how bad you’re hurting lol

Texts his sisters to ask questions

Might have a tiny mental breakdown because he doesn’t know how to help ??

If you cry, he’s gonna just bundle you up like a lil baby and give you so many kisses until you stop

Sometimes he forgets you’re on your period so he will attempt to play wrestle

Which ends up in you panicking with your arms up in defense yelling “ NO NO NO NO NO”

and then he will feel really bad and kiss you some more lol

“I’m sorry my daring” 🥺🥺

He would get curious about things though and start asking random questions

“So… why are periods a thing” or “do you really bleed that much or are you all lying”

You just Kinda… “😐Kai just Google it”

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heathersproship · 2 years

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Shit night. Rude awakenings. Woke up to see lovely things on tumblr like these gems:

I mean, you do a very good job of making yourselves look like unhinged freaks lol. Posting shit like this unironically and all. You don’t need help from us! Stay miserable, you projecting fucks. I understand constipation is a hell of a time. Rather than antiship we should call it censorship.

Antis love to frame themselves as the normal ones (they have to because no one with an ounce of ethical thinking agrees harassment is okay) and be like “well um :) if you um :) ship [insert pairing/concept here] then like :) y’know :) tell people like :) in ur :) like :) real life :) that u um :) that you um ;) um um um :) that you uhm :) clearly :) are a :) ✨bad person✨ :) who’s uhm :) super gross :) and a [buzzword term that doesn’t apply] :) and see :) how they :) react :) bc if it’s :) so ✨normal✨ :) then :) you have :) nothing to hide !! :) uwu :))))”

Here’s a challenge for the antishippers: if you’re so fucking “normal” then you won’t mind telling your fucking parents, your partners, your goddamn grandparents you tell strangers on the internet to kill themselves and see how they react.

Tell your kids, your school-aged cousins, your neighbor’s kids, all about your efforts to keep them safe so they can fully appreciate the extent of your crusade. “Don’t you worry, little Timmy Sue! I’ll make the Internet safe for you by telling all the people I think are absolute weirdos to kill themselves! I have all sorts of ways to protect you even when we’re not in the same online circles! How, you ask? I’m glad you did! I sure am! Why, by telling people to bludgeon themselves and get their inner ketchup all over the walls!! Oh, and giving them natural eyeshadow by blackening their eyes for them! So if the big bad proshippers come knocking on our door I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll grab my gun, M’lady Murica, and shoot on sight :) Oh no, that wasn’t the mailman! That was an intruder! You can tell because the dog barked! Don’t you know anything, you innocent widdle baby boo? Oh of course not. No no it’s okay, I’m here now, it’ll all be A-OK!”

Tell your coworkers when they ask what you do for fun “In my free time I send death threats and suicide threats to proshitters (that’s the colloquial term I use for internet strangers) because they like things I don’t like and that’s a crime! Sometimes even bomb threats or doxing threats if I’m feeling spicy! They deserve it by just existing! I mean!! If they didn’t exist we wouldn’t have a problem! They’re asking for it by existing. They get off on it, you know, and who doesn’t mind being sucked off? Trust me, I’m doing them a favor. Ah, it sure feels good to rid the world of filth one immoral person at a time. Disney had it wrong, Frollo was the good guy, maaaaaaaan!”

@ all antis: may all your bacon burn, and your favorite shirts fit one perfectly on part of you but not the part you want, and you never have a complete pair of socks.

@ all proshippers: stay classy and beautiful. But most importantly, stay sexy and don’t get murdered!! iykyk :p

#proship #proshippers please interact #proshipper safe #anti anti #anti harassment #antis dni #antis don’t interact #tw death threats #tw suibaiting #tw harassment #satire #not Heathers #what is your damage Heather?

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m0mmat0rtle · 2 years

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Stranger Things Characters and How They Would React to You on Your Period

A disclaimer these are just headcannons! You don’t have to agree with them they’re just my personal opinion! Also Gif not mine!

A slight NSFW warning bc periods & stuff

Steve Harrington

• THE CEO OF CARING OH MY GOSH

• he’s definitely a little freaked out at first but like I’m a good way if that makes sense

• “OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING SO MUCH ARE YOU OKAY???”

• will get you whatever you need.

• he just wants to you to be comfy and feel better

• will cuddle you and hold your tummy <3

• “I’m at the store do you need anything?” Proceeds to by you things he knows you like anyways.

• he tries not to take anything you say during that time of the month too seriously bc you know ✨hormones✨

• “you didn’t mean that 🥺”

• will get you your favorite movies to marathon since he has that Family Video connection

• Steve doesn’t mind giving you the good good if it helps you feel better 😌

• aye what them fingers do

Jonathan Byers

• soft king

• do you really think Joyce has not trained this man how to handle periods? He knows.

• “babe do you tampons or pads? Or both?”

• he’s still a little awkward about it but he’s trying his best ok

• he knows your cycle and buys you chocolate when he knows it’s about to start

• he does get offended easily tho when you yell at him

• really likes to just snuggle and watch your favorite movies or tv shows with you.

• “what do you need me to do?”

• literally will do whatever he can to make you feel better.

Billy Hargrove

• “WHY THE HELL IS THERE BLOOD EVERYWHERE?!”

• this man cannot wrap his head around the concept of menstruation

• he thinks it’s gross at first but once he realizes how much pain you’re in he softens a little

• dude if anyone messes with you while you’re on your period he will bite their head off

• protective™️

• “they said that to you? I’ll kill them. No I will.”

• he’s like ur personal guard dog. He will take care of you and cares for your safety and well being but if someone so much as looks at you wrong he’ll go off.

• doesn’t understand how pads and tampons function

• “yo babe I’m at the store what size Coochie you got?”

• will give you tlc *wink wink* if it will help you feel better

Eddie Munson

• can you say clueless with a capital C

• bless his heart he’s trying I promise but he doesn’t get it at first.

• “YOU BLEED HOW MUCH??? AND IT’S EVERY SINGLE MONTH??? HOLY SHIT ARE YOU OKAY???”

• you have to explain to him that it’s perfectly normal and all girls do it

• which is even harder for him to comprehend

• “ALL GIRLS DO THIS??? EVERY MONTH??? DO YOU LIKE COORDINATE IT???”

• once you finally get him to understand he simply couldn’t be more caring tho.

• he will literally buy you a bunch of stuff that makes him think of you, even like the most random useless stuff just because he knows it will make you smile.

• this man will call you a lil ketchup packet

• movie marathons with extra blankets and chocolate popcorn tho

Robin Buckley

• you two have probably synced up already so she knows when your cycle is about to start bc hers is also about to start.

• she’s the only person you can’t be a bitch towards during your time of the month bc you’re going through it together, you’re both miserable so you’re miserable together.

• you guys take turns on stocking up on all the necessary goodies but she always ends up surprising you with a few of your favorite candies and ice cream

• she has your favorite ice cream flavors memorized since that’s how you met her - going to scoops every day that you could just to see if the pretty ice cream girl was working

• the snuggles 🥺

• she will definitely marathon Star Wars with you while you two eat all the ice cream you can handle

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spooki-ghoztzz · 2 years

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Phil's the kind of man to work himself until he's literally so sick that he can't </3

so maybe reader helping phil through a cold, pretty much coddling him the whole time (bc he's just so tired he deserves it) ? (ft. ketchup for comfort of course! ;33)

( ketchup my beloved. that is all,, )

phil’s a man who overworks himself to the point where he’s stuck in bed,body sore and head hurting all cause he stayed up till 6 to finish some paperwork. you were always worried for phil and seeing him barely being able to get up from your shared bed made you feel so sorry for him. you insisted to watch after him and care for him,he couldn’t say no to you..

yeah,poor guys running a fever- you’d just sigh and look at him,”phil,sweetie..you can’t be doing this to yourself..” phil would go silent and look away from you as ketchup tip-taps his way over and curls up on phils chest. “..i’m sorry y/n.”he said softly as he pet ketchups soft fur.

he tries not to ask much for stuff whenever he’s sick so please remind him you don’t mind- he’d seriously almost starve himself because he hates asking you to make stuff sine he normally does.

ketchups his emotional support animal atm,nuzzling into him everytime he gets the slightest bit sad. (cute lil furball,,)

does ask for cuddles but is worried you’ll get sick also. you’d prob do it anyways cause poor guy needs it,he misses being in your arms and being able to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. don’t get him wrong ketchups a good cuddle buddy just..not you-

watching all kinds of movies is a must when he’s sick! it’s a good way to distract him from his stuffy nose and sore throat while he drinks that green tea you made him with a lot of honey in it.

loves forehead kisses when he’s sick,he’s always freezing cold when he’s sick so feeling your warm lips anywhere on him makes him happy.

overall,my mans just gotta stop staying up and pushing himself..thats why ur here after all! (phil really does appreciate you tho,thanking you whenever he gets better even when he’s sick)

#blueycapsules #blueycapsules x reader #blueycapsules philip guy #phillip guy

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str4wb3rr1cr0w · 8 months

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rating the french fries of different restaurants because i take the fries into consideration whenever i go to restaurants:

mcdonalds: 5/10 they’re okay. they usually hit the spot, but they r often not very crisp.

wendy’s: 8/10 they r SO GOOD. if u don’t like wendy’s fries i think ur wrong. points off for the skin on them.

burger king: 3/10 sorry but they r not the tastiest fries i have had. the texture is okay ig but they taste pretty bland

whataburger: 8/10 they r SO GOOD similar to mcdonald’s fries but they r usually very crisp. bonus points because they r very good with the whataburger spicy ketchup.

sonic: 2/10 BAD BAD BAD FRIES !!! SO soggy!!!! also who tf goes to sonic and gets their FRIES. they have tots for a reason; so you don’t have to get their fries.

freddy’s frozen custard and steak burgers: 9/10 they’re super mega thin which means they r SUPER crisp and they are well seasoned

church’s chicken: 7/10 it is very obvi i am from texas sorry xoxo. they r super crisp but they’re small and crinkle cut and crinkle cut fries remind me of school so points off for that

chili’s: 9/10 SOME OF THE BEST FRIES I HAVE EVER HAD !!! perfectly crisp and they have a nice flavor and texture

denny’s: 8/10 only ever had them when i was high off my ass so they tasted better than they would have. i dislike their shape but the flavor was super good and they were crisp

ihop: 7/10 points off for the skin still being on. they were very crisp and salty, could not stop eating them

texas roadhouse: -5/10 i hate hate HATE texas roadhouse and everything to do with it. i dislike steak fries in general but them being from texas roadhouse automatically makes them the worst ever i hate texas roadhouse and i hope every texas roadhouse DIES.

cane’s: 6/10 they r crisp usually but points off because i hate crinkle cut fries

jack in the box: 7/10 i have only had their curly fries which are well seasoned but curly fries aren’t super crisp so points off for that sorry jack in the box

taco bell: 10/10 THE TACO BELL NACHO FRIES R NOT CRISP BUT THEY GET AN EXCEPTION BECAUSE OF THE SEASONING AND TACO BELL FOOD IS MY SAFE FOOD AND I CAN JUST THROW THEM IN THE AIRFRYER TO MAKE CRISP SO IT’S FINE I LOVE THEM I WANT THEM BACK

okay these r all the places i can think of where i have eaten and have had their fries before xox

#french fries #shitpost #fast food

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pxnk-velvet · 3 years

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𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑜

.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.・✧・゜・.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.

✧ summary :: Just what I think they’d be like if you had to babysit with them and what they’re like with kids in general.

✧ warnings :: tooth rotting fluff....ur ovaries might burst if you have any.

.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.・✧・゜・.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.

𝐾𝑁𝑂𝑊𝑆 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐻𝐸’𝑆 𝐷𝑂𝐼𝑁𝐺

☾ 𝐷𝑎𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖

he’s got like 4 siblings

we wouldn’t expect any less of our king tbh

knows exactly what to do in any situation

kid needs a diaper change, on it. needs to be burped, don’t worry

daichi to the rescue

at one point it really hits you, that starting a family with him would be an absolute dream

“Y/n, why are you starring at me like that?”

☾ 𝐻𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑎

yeah, hinata knows what he’s doing....

but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it

A for effort though

tbh only knows what he knows because of his little sister

probably makes the baby cry then starts crying himself

“I don’t know why the baby’s crying, Y/n! Please make it stoooopp!”

☾ 𝑌𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖

our boy is so sweet! very gentle and careful with the baby

makes sure everything like clothes and bottles and stuff are always clean and ready to go

I just-UGH he’s so adorable and he actually doesn’t mind babysitting at all

you’re a little shocked and quite frankly jealous that he’s better at this than you

however don’t ask how he knows all this stuff because he doesn’t know either lol

“I guess it’s just motherly instinct, Y/n. You’ll catch on eventually.”

𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝐴 𝐶𝐿𝑈𝐸 𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝐺𝑂𝑂𝐷 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐾𝐼𝐷𝑆

☾ 𝑇𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑎

is absolutely livid that the kid likes him

hates every second of it, literally

does everything he can to push the kid away and try to get out of playing or actually taking care of it

just imagine grumpy tsukki with a little wiggle worm of a kid in his arms, a pouty look on his face as the kid waves his glasses around

“Don’t ever ask for me to babysit with you again.”

☾ 𝐴𝑠𝑎ℎ𝑖

he’s anxious that the baby is going to be scared of him tbh

sad boy hours for asahi

but when the baby is all smiley and laughing, holding its arms up for Asahi to pick them up

he turns all soft and mushy on the inside

and whenever the baby pulls on his beard or hair, he wouldn’t mind and just smile like an idiot

all because a little tiny baby isn’t scared of him like most people

“Maybe some people don’t find me so scary after all.”

☾ 𝑁𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑦𝑎

honestly doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of children

but his energy is matched and that’s all that matters

he’s having so much fun the whole time

making the kid laugh hysterically is his favorite thing tbh

probably tries to teach the kid how to play volleyball but come now...they’re a toddler

again, A for effort!

“See this? It’s called a volleyball! And I’m gonna teach you how to play!”

𝐷𝑂𝑁’𝑇 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝐻𝐼𝑀 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐶𝐻𝐼𝐿𝐷𝑅𝐸𝑁

☾ 𝑇𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑎

likes to think he’s got this all in the bag but once it finally settles that he has to take care of a whole tiny human

he’s not sure about this anymore....he can barely take care of himself let’s be real

FORGET ABOUT TRYING TO GET HIM TO CHANGE A DIAPER

any sort of throw up, drool, spit up, poop, pee, whatever, he’s out the door and not coming back

“I’m not touching that....thing.”

☾ 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑎

mr. suga is an enabler. period.

he literally encourages bad behavior

let’s say the kid is making a mess with its food

suga is right there, finger painting on his plate with ketchup too

“Y/n! Look! Snack and Arts and Crafts all in one.”

suga, honey....no

☾ 𝐾𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑦𝑎𝑚𝑎

not a single thing going through this boy’s head

only thing he thinks about is volleyball, it’s literally confirmed

would forget about the baby in the first place

like “oh shit- what baby?”

would hold the kid the wrong way, like upside or some shit

probably drops the baby a couple times too

.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.・✧・゜・.・ ✧。.・゜✧・.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s stepkid

Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader

warnings: alcohol mention

a/n: i rushed these so bad i just wanted to post dhhshsnsna

prompt: y/n is pepper’s kiddo!

it was just you and your mom for a long time

pepper and y/n potts

she couldn’t keep up with you sometimes, too busy dealing with the manchild that was mister anthony edward stark

speaking of—

“uh, who’s this?” -tony, pointing at you

“mr. stark, i am so sorry, the school closed because some kid set fire to the science lab and i didn’t have time to find a sitter—”

“no, it’s fine, no need to apologize. hey, kid, you wanna sit in the boss’s chair? i’ll let you run the company for the day!” *cue you nodding* “sweet, would you mind that, ms. potts?”

“oh? no, not at all” *mouthing* “thank you”

“so, uh, what’s your name? no, don’t tell me: ketchup.”

*giggling* “y/n”

“no way! that was my second guess!”

tony wasn’t used to being around kids

he had no idea that he was actually kind of good around them

despite a few minor hiccups

“you sit in my chair and im gonna spin you around, sound like fun?”

he spun you around WAY too fast and you were diiiiizzy, also you fell off the chair

“don’t tell your mom that we did that. she may be my assistant, but she scares the shit out of me. also, don’t say ‘shit’”

dude he just thought you were a cool kid!!!

“hey, you know, ms. potts, you dont really need to hire a babysitter anymore. y/n’s doing just fine hanging out here”

“how am i not surprised you befriended an actual child?”

she still took him up on his offer, you seemed pretty happy

when your mom worked late, you passed out in tonys office

tony and you had your own little secrets (like falling off the spinning chair), tony showed you around stark tower, and you practically lived there

“i got you a happy meal from mcdonalds!” -tony every day after your school

in all honesty, you weren’t the “popular” kid at school...not even close

but tony made up for it

“y/n! i found this old racecar toy in a box of old stuff, you wanna hold onto it for me?”

you kind of grew up in stark tower tbh? it was pretty cool

and as you grew up, you started to notice more

“mr. tony, do you have a crush on my mom?”

“do i what? no, no, i do—who the hell am i kidding? you caught me”

“called it!”

after that you did everything to try and get them together

when your mom was talking to tony, you would stand behind her and wiggle your eyebrows and just taunt tony endlessly

no! tony cannot remember your mom’s birthday for the life of him! you are his calendar now

“dude, why dont you just ask JARVIS to remind you?”

“i may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean i have common sense”

“wise words, sir” -JARVIS

when tony disappeared for 3 months you were so sad???? like you were not okay at all

and when he came back, he literally exited the plane saying “WHERE’S ‘T-POTT??’”

(your wonderful nickname. ‘t’ for ‘tony jr.’ and ‘pott’ for ‘potts’)

“my mom missed you”

“oh, i bet she did”

“you turned my child into you, tony. i will never forgive you for this”

“well, at least y/n was here to fill in for me, huh?”

tony wanted to show you the arc reactor but he was actually afraid of scarring you lmfaoooo

but he did let you in on the iron man secret (he knew you wouldn’t snitch)

and just to make sure:

“if you dont tell anyone, i’ll buy you a car when you turn 16”

“man, that’s like, forever away”

“good, maybe you’ll forget by then”

ur mom kinda maybe sorta found out abt iron man :/ she told you that tony was a bad influence

“mom! no, tony’s cool! he’s like a superhero”

“no, sweetie, he’s a rich guy with issues. we’re leaving”

that didn’t last long

not long at all

and soon they FINALLY got together

“jeez, i thought you two would never stop pining after each other”

“couldnt have done it without my wingman” -tony *fistbump*

“as thanks can i have my own iron man suit?”

“yes.” *pepper glaring at him* “no.”

sooner or later your mom and you moved into tony’s house and you got a really big room!!!!

it was completely decked out

king sized bed, flatscreen tv, mini-fridge, microwave, computer, your own bathroom with a smaller tv, a poster of tony??? (you vandalized it and put it in his workshop), and more!!!

okay you were spoiled

“do you like it here? are you sure i made the right choice?” -pepper

“are you kidding, mom? this is awesome! plus, you’re happy, i’m happy, tony’s happy, i think JARVIS is even happy!”

“i am, mx. potts. simply ecstatic” -JARVIS

pepper was really happy!! it was a pretty cool family

you started giving your school tony’s number if you ever got in trouble, you knew he’d cover for you

“mr. potts, is it?”

“sure”

“your child, y/n, punched another student in the face today. we’re very disappointed in their behavior”

“why’d they punch the kid?”

“well, the other student punched y/n first”

“HAH! thank you for wasting my time. send y/n back to class and call me back if something important comes up”

he literally gave you a high five when you got home

“i gave him a black eye!”

“i couldn’t be more proud. i mean, i dont condone violence, but self defense is a whole other story”

a little help in the workshop, tony asks you to hold the flashlight

“why don’t you get one of your robots to hold this for you?”

“are you kidding me, you’re complaining? we’re having stepdad/stepkid bonding time! and dum-e can’t do anything right, i dont trust him”

youve had a few theme park trips as a family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also tony has 100% told you to wait in the car and then left you alone for 2+ hours

“i’m not like a regular dad, im a step-dad. want some beer? you can have a little sip. i’d rather you do it in the house”

your mother actually does love how he actually cares about you!

“y/n is 12% my responsibility” -tony

“tony, you are impossible” -pepper

no avengering for you! pepper said no!!!!!!

disappointed but not surprised

iron man 3: y/n potts is put through the wringer

Text Message to Mr. Tony: bro you better come get your girl, me and happy are watching this other guy flirting with her. he’s showing her pics of his ‘big brain’

Mr. Tony: HE WHAT

Text Message to Mr. Tony: Tony he looks creepy i don’t want him to be my new stepdad do something!!!

anyways ur house kinda blew up and ur mom and you kinda got kidnapped and u were right abt that guy being creepy and thankfully no experiments were done on you but like your mom kinda almost died and her and tony were fine!!! all good in the end

you met mr. col. james rhodes that day

“aw, you’re the kid ive heard so much about” -rhodey

“you mean the coolest kid in the world?check.”

“you cant tell me you aren’t tony’s biological child, good god”

you got to meet the avengers later on too! (you’d already met natasha tho, only briefly)

“i know it can be a little overwhelming, right? meeting all these heros, legends even—” -rhodey

“oh, my god, is that thor? thor!!” -you, leaving rhodey in the dust

literally why does pepper trust you around tony something always goes wrong there were literally robots attacking, you were only at avengers tower bc your mom was busy with the company and she thought you’d be safe with the avengers. the AVENGERS.

“please dont tell your mom that i created a bad robot that tried to kill us. the robot will be the least of our problems” -tony

he made happy pick you up and you had to miss out on FUN and it sucked a lot

“it’s okay, y/n! i’m fun, too!” -happy

then your mom and tony took a break and your life got mega-boring for a while, but they weren’t separated for that long. you try not to think about it. it was brutal

Mr. Tony: Does she miss me?

New Message to Mr. Tony: I think so. Either that or she’s crying and drinking wine in the dark for no reason.

Mr. Tony: Damn it, now I feel bad. I miss her a lot. Oh, also, the Avengers say ‘hi,’ I’m in Germany with some bad news, I’ll explain later if you don’t see it on TV first, and I found you the perfect friend! His name is Peter and I think you’d like the school he goes to, it’s in Midtown. Smart kid school.

New Message to Mr. Tony: I’ll look into it, thanks. Also, I don’t like how those all connect. Please update me asap

watching the news to see several avengers arrested, cap on the run, and more!

“maybe it was good i didn’t fall in with the avengers”

tony and pepper finally got back together and you actually transferred to midtown high! peter and his friend group accepted you quickly, it was great. you and flash unfortunately had the most in common

you’d literally text happy right next to peter and he’d immediately reply to you. it hurt peter’s feelings

Momma: Sweetie! I’m working in the office late, leftovers are in the fridge, hope you have a wonderful day at school! 💕

👉👈the vulture tried to kill you for being tony’s stepkid, tony made peter promise to protect you

“y/n, you gotta stay out of harm’s way. mr. stark gave me an actual mission and it’s terrifying, i have to make sure you stay safe”

legit why the fuck was this old man tryna kill you bro grow up

anyyyywayssss your mom and tony got engaged!!

“wow, i thought the day would never come!!” -you

ppl told you tony isnt your stepdad bc ur mom and him werent married but who tf asked

why is the earth always in fucking danger

you and peter were just vibing on the field trip bus and all the sudden: space donut

“go! i’ll cover for you...FRIDAY, call tony”

“...hi there, little one”

“what the fuck”

“oh, so you see the aliens, too? well, at least im not crazy”

tony stark has left the atmosphere

you and your mom were kinda......not chillin tho

she and you didn’t sleep for a few nights, then ppl just straight up disappeared

plot twist: you survived the snap and your family was lucky to be alive, you even got a little sister who became a big handful!

only bad thing was all your friends dusted and you were pretty lonely

but watching morgan grow up kept you busy

“ahhh, shes so big!”

happy times in bad times

bad times!!!!! bc after five years thanos came back as thanos from like ten years ago. outdated thanos. obsolete thanos.

but you made your first and only appearance in the suit tony actually designed for you many years ago

you should have just stayed home tho bc that fight didnt pass the vibe check

“please dont tell me he...no, no, no, no, no”

you and your mom latched onto each other in tears, tony was one of the best people in your life, he made you and your mom two of the happiest people on earth

best stepdad a kid could ever ask for

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cinemasenpai · 3 years

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𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

cameron frye x gn!reader

𝐀/𝐍 — i rewatched ferris bueller just for this, but honestly i forgot how good it was oml 🥺 also, u didn’t specify a gender for the reader so i made it gender neutral , i hope that’s okay !

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 — [y/n] goes on a first date with cameron, only to have ferris bueller and sloane peterson crash their date.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 — @pelvicthrustingmonkeys ( ty for requesting ! + lmao i love ur username )

“nothing’s gonna go wrong, cameron!” [y/n] told their date, who of course was becoming a nervous wreck, even before the actual date started.

“you don’t know that!” cameron’s frown dropped down even further. “i-i just want it to be perfect.”

both of them were riding in cameron’s car, [y/n] riding shotgun as he drove them to their destination, a little restaurant that cameron was sure [y/n] would love. originally, he preferred going to a movie theater, but unfortunately, cameron overheard that ferris and sloane were going to see a movie. [y/n] didn’t mind though, they just wanted to spend time with him.

“well, we’re here...” cameron felt his anxiety increase until he felt a couple of fingers softly gripping onto his hand.

[y/n] entwined their fingers with his tightly, a lopsided smile appearing on their face. “hey, we don’t have to go here if you don’t want to. we could go to some other theater!”

“no, it’s alright. w-what’s the worst that could happen?” cameron grinned, squeezing their hand even tighter than before as they entered the cute little cafe.

“hey, i didn’t know you guys would be here!”

[y/n] and cameron whipped their heads around to see the infamous ferris bueller and his girlfriend, who’s table was near the enterance. ferris wore a smug smile which cameron didn’t take too kindly. he spoke through gritted teeth, not phasing ferris in the slightest. “i thought you were going to a see a movie, ferris.”

“we were, but sloane and i got hungry. and besides, i didn’t even know that you and [y/n] would be here.” ferris explained to cameron, sending a wink towards [y/n].

[y/n] sighed. they definitely shouldn’t have told him that they were going to the little cafe. cameron glanced at them, his lips parted just a bit.

“... sorry?” [y/n] scratched the back of their neck as they looked at him.

cameron let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head as he grabbed [y/n]’s hand once again. “let’s just go somewhere else.”

“cameron, could i speak to you for a sec?” ferris put his hand up, stopping cameron and [y/n] from leaving.

cameron looked at [y/n] for a split second before scowling at ferris. “... fine.”

[y/n] shrugged, sitting down with sloane as cameron and ferris spoke to each other near the restrooms.

“if you don’t have your date here, who’s gonna be your wingman?”

“wingman? i don’t need a wingman!”

“are you sure?”

“... no. okay, fine! i’ll have the stupid date here.”

[y/n] beamed contently as cameron and ferris made their way back to their dates.

“so, what now?” [y/n] inquired to cameron.

“we’re gonna have our date here.” cameron told them, a bit disappointed in himself for needing a wingman.

as they both took a seat at a table right across from ferris and sloane’s table, [y/n] didn’t notice the little comments ferris whispered to cameron when they were turned away.

“ask them questions!”

“uh, so, you like shrimp?” [y/n] raised an eyebrow with a slight smile at cameron’s question.

they then heard a tiny scowl, before they excused themself to go use the restroom for a couple minutes.

“and don’t be weird when asking them!”

cameron’s head was filled with orders. honestly, his head was overflowing with all the suggestions ferris told him. sloane was becoming saddened, ferris seemingly paying to cameron’s date more than his own. [y/n] couldn’t tell what was up with cameron.

“offer them some ketchup for the fries!” ferris whisper-yelled.

“u-uh, you want some ketchup?” cameron wondered.

[y/n] nodded. “yeah, thanks.”

cameron grabbed the bottle, accidentally squirted some onto [y/n]’s clothes. their eye’s widened. the cap was unscrewed a bit, and the angle in which the bottle was in didn’t help the situation either.

“shit, sorry!” cameron exclaimed. “i’m really sorry, really!”

the boy expected them to be completely pissed, and he would understand if they didn’t want to continue having any more dates. though their response was surprisingly calm.

“it’s fine! it’s alright. could i talk to you outside?”

“uh, yeah.”

[y/n] grabbed his hand, dragging him to the front of the cafe.

“what’s wrong?”

“what do you mean?”

“you’re not acting like yourself, y’know. so what happened? where’s the usual cameron i love?”

cameron ran a couple fingers through his hair. he chuckled faintly, causing [y/n] to giggle a bit as well.

“i was trying to give you the perfect first date. ferris was helping. he didn’t do to good, did he?”

“well, no, but i think that the thought of it was cute!”

“r-really?”

“yeah! it’s cute how you wanted the date to be perfect.”

[y/n] found themself on their tippy toes, pressing their lips to cameron’s delicately. it was as if cameron and [y/n] were handling glass or fine china. the moment only lasted a little while, but a spark flew through both teenagers.

“hey, [y/n]?”

“hm?”

“i think i love you.”

“i think i love you too, cam.”

ferris’ cheering could be heard. he was at the door, clapping. “i knew you two kids would get together! now come finish your food!”

cameron and [y/n] shook their heads, laughing and snorting with embarrassment as they headed back inside to continue the date.

#80s #cameron frye #cameron frye x reader #cameron frye imagine #ferris bueller’s day off #ferris bueller’s day off imagine #gender neutral reader #gender neutral pronouns #x y/n #x reader #x you #reader insert #reader is gender neutral #sloane peterson #ferris bueller

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greenbriar-j · 3 years

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Muscle Memory, full wip, unedited 4.7k, scroll at ur own risk; tagging some people who showed previous interest @halleiswriting @chazzawrites @pe-ersona @druidx and also @pens-swords-stuff this is what I’ve been up to lately

Saint Joseph’s Catholic Church bustles with activity. It’s peculiar, for it being a weekday. More peculiar still that the bustling is being done by young men and women who could very well be engaging in… more satisfying summer indulgences.

The Youth Group’s power couple sweeps in an hour late, ever put together even when, by all rights, they ought to be melting right out of their fancy outfits. Cheers rise from the crowd when they appear, each splitting off in their own directions to their own stations.

Y Nhi beelines for the painters, flicking her sleek ponytail to make sure it’s out of the way. The girls hand her a brush while detailing what’s left to be done. Vinny bustles for the sound technicians - who, really, are already done for the day, but are staying for the social factor.

Two things to note about St. Joseph’s power couple:

Y Nhi isn’t sure she believes in God very much anymore.

They are not a couple, but it’s easier to let everyone think so than to correct it.

“Jude,” Mary says (everyone calls her Jude because she and Vinny made a big deal of it years ago), “Are you sure you can’t help out during the week?”

Y Nhi shrugs. She’s not busy or anything, but it feels wrong to shepherd children into a religion she’s falling out of - even if Vacation Bible School had been one of her favorite summer memories for her entire life. That’s where she met Vinny, after all.

Vinny, laughing with the guys at the sound booth. To be more accurate, Vinny himself is only smirking, but that’s as close to a laugh as he gets around here. Stupid smirk. Stupid boy.

“I have work. Unfortunately,” Y Nhi mutters, dragging her brush across a cardboard cutout. “Vinny’s taking the week off, so I’m picking up his slack.”

Mary grins widely at that. “I swear it’s like you’re married.”

For whatever reason, Y Nhi’s heart clenches at that. Picturing herself and Vinny in wedding attire on the altar sickens her, but putting a faceless someone in her place makes her feel worse. But it’s not like she likes him. She’s sworn to herself that she’d become a cat lady in her old age - her army has already begun with a fluffy black kitten. It’s not looking too good for her future; Toothless likes Vinny more than her. She’s already failed as a parent.

Belatedly, Y Nhi realizes she’s supposed to be engaging in a conversation, not thinking about Vinny and their co-parenting of a cat. If it can be called that.

“Don’t hold your breath. The wedding is a long way off,” she says tightly. Like. Never. Never is a long, long way off.

“I wouldn’t be too sure.”

This time, Y Nhi lets the comment slide. She paints while singing under her breath, as she always does. A long time ago, she had no qualms about belting it out, but time has weathered away her volume, reducing it to only this. No one’s noticed the change or found it strange.

The conversation turns to something - anything - else. Degrees, internships, other boys who don’t dress in all black and aren’t named Vincent Truong. Y Nhi listens, but doesn’t contribute.

By the time the call goes out for a lunch break, Y Nhi is finishing three tasks at once. One of the other girls brings her a burger, slathered with ketchup and mayo and tomatoes. Y Nhi thanks her and continues wrapping one of the white pillars in cardboard paper to simulate a palm tree.

Not long after, someone nudges her. Eyes flickering upward, she’s met with the bored eyes of her very best friend. “Bite.”

She doesn’t, not yet.

Vinny wiggles the burger he’s holding in front of her mouth. “Only half a slice of cheese. No tomatoes. Freshest patty of the batch. Eat.”

She still doesn’t take the bait, even though he’s tailored this burger to her weirdly specific tastes.

Vinny sighs. “Jude. No one’s watching you. I promise all they can see is my back.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.” It’s true she had a complex about eating in public for a while, for reasons she’s never told anyone including him. “Just not hungry.”

“Not very Gucci of you to lie in the house of God.”

“Not very Gucci of you to breathe.”

“Jude! The fuck, man.” But he’s grinning. Not the half-assed grin he gives everyone else, but an honest, mirthful grin reserved for Toothless and Y Nhi only (usually Toothless. Damn cat).“Just eat this, okay? I’ll eat the other one.” His whole demeanor softens as he picks up the burger she had ignored - the one that is surely cold by now.

She is hungry. After all, the reason they were late is because Vinny had to coax her to every step of getting ready this morning. He even applied her eyeliner with the even strokes of a practiced hand - so practiced that even Y Nhi admits it looks like her own work. If she had a choice, she would waste away in bed for the day, but Vinny has never been much of a fan of that plan.

According to her own plan, Y Nhi had been wasting away since before yesterday’s dinner. Famished might be a better word to describe her present state.

But today is one of those days that she feels guilty cementing the married couple narrative any more than it needs to be. They’re not getting any younger, Vinny and Y Nhi, and just because she’s sworn off marriage doesn’t mean he has. How’s he supposed to get a nice girlfriend if she keeps hanging around?

Objectively, it’s a stupid reason to risk passing out in a church of all places, but something about him just makes her stupid. Always has.

The longer she ignores his peace offering, the twitcher he gets. He finishes his own burger in ten massive bites. When Y Nhi still doesn’t eat hers, he eats that whole thing too. “We’re leaving early. Say an hour? Think about what you want to eat.”

With that, he’s gone. Y Nhi is not hyper aware of his presence as it moves through the open space. She does not miss having him next to her. Not even a little.

Y Nhi writes, appetite??? in her journal when she gets home. It’s the third time something of this nature has appeared on its list which isn’t titled - but if it was it would be something like “Things About Vinny T. that Don’t Make Sense.”

Even after inhaling two burgers, he took her out for pho and Thai tea, and he ate so slow that his noodles expanded in the broth. Still, he finished a medium bowl with relative ease, and Y Nhi was content after she’d finished a small.

How does someone who eats like that look like that? It has to be some sort of stupid freaky metabolism. Genetic polymorphism, she thinks, then adds that she might be incorrectly using the term she’d heard in class about two semesters ago.

She writes freeloading on the list. It’s not technically true, but he spends enough time at her place to make it feel like it. Right this minute, he’s setting up the living room to sleep in, awaiting her delivery of the overnight bag he always leaves stocked in her apartment for emergencies.

That goes on the list too. Definition of ‘emergency.’

According to recent months, an alarming amount of things fit under this category of Vinny’s mind. It might be nearing time to stage an intervention, but who’s Y Nhi to tell him to relax when she’s the one bordering on anxiety attacks all the time? Only god knows how many times he’s clutched her shaking hands until they stopped.

Y Nhi closes the journal. Snaps the band over the cover. Shoves it under her pillow. Vinny wouldn’t dare read it to begin with, but for some reason, she doesn’t even want him to know of its existence.

Quickly divesting herself of the impeccable outfit she’d worn for the day, she slips easily into one of Vinny’s large, large shirts and the shorts she affectionately calls game day shorts. Ever since high school, she’s worn them for events that require equal amounts of comfort and courage - or just for comfort, to be honest.

“Hey, loser,” she greets Vinny, emerging from her room. He’s got her guitar in hand, and is humming some tune that she recognizes but can’t place. “Your stuff is on my bed. Have you seen Toothless?”

He nods, and keeps playing. It’s in experience, being stared at with such intense eyes while trying not to stare at the other party’s stupid pretty hands playing her guitar. Fuck him, honestly, she thinks angrily.

Leaving him there, she pours each of them a glass of water in the kitchen. A shadow looms on top of the fridge, and she jumps. “Toothless, baby. Please stop napping on the fridge.”

Toothless is not napping. He stands up, shakes his tiny body and hops to the counter, then to the floor, twining around Y Nhi’s feet before scuttling off.

Vinny is singing now. It’s a new song, she supposes, and it sounds like a love song.

Slowly, Y Nhi moves around the kitchen, making as little noise as possible while doing absolutely nothing. She just wants to listen to Vinny and his new love song without him watching her reaction.

Once she gets past the lyrics about gentle touches and midnight escapades, she realizes something. Re-entering the living room, she deposits his water on the table. “Is that my melody? Why would you steal it?”

The guitar is placed awkwardly on the floor, the neck of it leaning on the couch. “Oh, is that where it’s from? Thought it was familiar,” he says with mild disinterest. “Well, I wasn’t that attached to it anyway.”

“Are you saying it sucks?” Y Nhi settles on the floor on the other side of the table, pulling her knees into her chest. Glancing through her lashes, Y Nhi watches Vinny’s expressions.

“I’m saying I’m not taking your work, you brat.” Then he hesitates. “I mean. Can I, just for one person?”

“What the fuck.”

Vinny twitches, finally. “I… Wrote the song for someone… So I’d like to sing it for her, just once.”

Something vile rises in her throat, and she wishes Toothless would notice her distress. Hugging the cat might make her feel a little better about the fact that Vinny’s written a song about a girl using her melody - and it’s not about herself and for some odd reason, that bothers her.

“Can- Can I hear it?” Y Nhi asks in a tiny voice. It’s easier than No, you cannot take my song to sing to some other girl who will take you away from me.

“Haven’t you been hearing it?”

“Vincent.” Because that’s easier than You colossal idiot, what shit are you pulling after two years?

“Jude-”

She stands suddenly, fleeing to her room. Shutting the door, locking it, she tries to breathe. Of all people, Vinny should be the last person to push her to this reaction. She doesn’t know what to think.

Vinny knows.

Vinny knows where her hard limits are. Technically, he hasn’t passed them. But he’s pretty damn close.

Y Nhi slips into the shower, leaving it on the hottest setting to boil the emotions out.

For the next two days, Y Nhi doesn’t emerge from her room. Her phone dies, and she lets it. Her body self-destructs in hunger and dehydration from crying, and she lets it. She stays in bed for most of it. Whether Vinny continues to sleep on the other side of the wall for those nights, she doesn’t know. Nor care.

It’s punishment for believing she might be ready to give love another chance.

The third day, a letter slips under her door.

She almost flushes it down the toilet without reading it. Everything is in position to do so, paper fluttering in unsteady hands above the toilet bowl. But she wants to know. What can Vinny possibly say for himself?

Jude. I wrote the song for you. I didn’t mean to steal your tune - honest to god, I didn’t. But when I found out, I thought it was fitting that we’d worked on it together. (“Together”)

Jude, the song is up to your interpretation, but it’s yours. I wrote it from my core, and it’s yours. Charge your fucking phone and check the lyrics I sent you.

Take a shower, and call me when you’re ready. You have a few days’ worth of takeout in the fridge. Please take care of your health; I know you’re not right now. I mean it in the best way.

It cuts off there. Unceremonious and blunt, and so very him. She hates it very much.

Y Nhi charges her phone while she showers. Working quickly because she’s so unsteady on her feet, she does the bare minimum before stumbling into the kitchen for food.

While she nibbles on the stir fried noodles he left, she pens her own note.

Vinny,

I will not read the lyrics. I don’t want to know, and you don’t have to pretend it’s about me.

Your joke took two years to reach completion. Congratulations. I hope I was amusing and that my downfall wall be the stunning conclusion you wanted.

She tapes it on her front door so he’ll see it the next time he comes over. Soon, probably.

Momentarily, she wonders if she’s being rash. Is it so impossible to think that he could find romantic attraction to her?

Then she remembers. Y Nhi is not built to be loved, if her history is anything to go by. Even if she’s wrong, even if Vinny loves her for real, she will resist. Losing him this way is better than the alternative: watching him dissolve to some monstrosity while loving her.

Nothing changes after that. Apart from Vinny’s absence from her apartment, they interact in exactly the same way.

Vinny says something borderline rude.

Y Nhi retorts with something blatantly rude.

They laugh about it and move along.

There are no gentle touches to avoid because Vinny rarely touched her to begin with - despite the way he slings his arm around everyone else, he wasn’t like that with her. No arm around her shoulder, no hugs, not even extended contact with her hair.

Y Nhi pretends not to notice when he goes through a full dinner with an arm draped over the back of his friend Justin’s chair. He leans on it, adding the tiniest space between himself and Y Nhi. He still passes her the condiments and spices she likes before she asks for them. He takes her home at the end of it.

This should be enough. Up until now, it always had been. These tiny acts were his long distance hugs. It had always been enough, but now it isn’t, and Y Nhi doesn’t know what to do.

Isn’t this what you wanted? For him to get a life away from you?

“How’s that girl?” She asks on the way home, just because the silence is killing her and perhaps because she’s a masochist. “The one you wrote the song for?”

Vinny looks at her for a brief moment, something like grief in his eyes. It’s a confusing expression. “She hasn’t really talked to me since.”

Y Nhi tries not to sit straighter at this revelation. “Oh, really? Hm. That sucks.”

“Yeah.”

Something about the word is profoundly heartbroken. She can almost feel the emotions hurtling off him in waves, but he doesn’t lash out at her. All it does is enclose each passenger of the car in a separate bubble. This is the closest they’ve been in a long time, but Y Nhi has never felt so isolated.

Her throat constricts, and her hands start to shake. “Do you… Know why?”

Vinny thinks for a moment, tapping his fingers on the wheel. “I think she doesn’t believe me. But I don’t really think it’s me, I think she thinks that love is meant for everyone except herself. She’s pretty bent on self-destruction now, as far as I can tell - No, don’t say anything yet.”

Every girl Vinny’s talked to in the last week pops up in her mind. Which of them seems most self-destructive? If she can’t keep herself by his side, he should at least have someone who can care for him. She could talk to them, probably, if she knew who it was.

“I… She thinks this is sudden, but I’ve been in love with her since I was fifteen. Or something. Like it kind of just happened over time, and I thought she knew.”

Fifteen means Vinny’s been futilely in love with someone else while she fell for the guy who ended up cheating on her.

They were happy in high school. It was college that broke them. Distance. The communications became less frequent in an inverse relationship to Y Nhi’s alcohol intake. Her grades suffered, and she convinced herself that she was too stupid for higher education. On his birthday, she drove for hours to his dorm to surprise him, only to find him making out with another girl. Sober.

Not that any level of inebriation could excuse him, but perhaps it would’ve hurt a little less.

Vinny isn’t done. “I fucking cut fruit for her every time we hung out. I did her dishes sometimes. I don’t know, I- I thought I did everything right. My mom thought I was doing everything right.”

“You tell your mom about your love life?”

Y Nhi doesn’t. Her parents don’t care enough to know anything about it beyond that she let go of a future doctor and that she’ll never find another because she’s past her prime. That’s what it feels like, anyway.

She’s literally twenty four. She has time.

“Not really. But they’ve met.” Vinny parks the car in front of her apartment, but he makes no move to get out or to let Y Nhi get out. “Jude, listen to me.”

“I’m listening,” she says. Training her eyes on her kitchen window, she thinks about the dishes she hasn’t done yet, the fruit she hasn’t cut yet, and how she hates thinking about it because it reminds her Vinny is fading.

Human adaptability is a remarkable thing. One more week, and this new normalcy will cement itself.

“The girl I love is you. Okay? I’ve walked around the topic for years, and I understand if you’re still not ready for it. But I know you’re getting the wrong idea in that head of yours. It’s you, and it’s always been you, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it if you let me. I’ll also bow out forever if that’s what you need from me. But I need you to talk to me. I-”

Holy shit, is he about to cry? With wild eyes, she glances at him. If she’s made him cry, he’ll return the favor five-fold. No, she backtracks. That’s not Vinny. That’s the behavior of her second ex, the one that reduced her to a stiff puppet of a girl.

“Come back to me,” he says in a small, strangled voice. “I don’t even care if you break me in the process, but please come back to me. You can do whatever you want, as long as you do it by my side.”

For the longest moment, they say nothing. Then Y Nhi opens the car door. “Can you cut my strawberries for me? They taste better when you cut them.”

Vinny washes her dishes and her strawberries and quarters the already small fruit for her. He deposits the snacks in front of her and watches her eat - slowly, since they’ve just come back from dinner, after all.

“So it’s me?”

“Always has been.”

“And you never said anything.”

“I did. You ignored it on purpose.”

“No, I’m just a stupid hoe.”

“You’re not stupid. Or a hoe.”

“You’re always calling me stupid.”

“Not like that, stupid.”

“You’re going to have to undo a lot of damage if we date.”

“I know. I’ve been working on it already, didn’t you notice?”

“Yeah, but it’s gonna get worse if we date.”

“Have you considered therapy?”

“Vinny, I’ll be a pariah.”

“A happy one, maybe.” Hesitantly, he reaches for one of her hands. Halfway, he flips the palm up and waits for her to complete the gesture on her own. “You don’t have to decide right away. It’s just a thought.”

She puts her hand in his a little too eagerly, then pulls back a little too harshly. It feels like touching the flame of a candle.

A defeated look momentarily crosses Vinny’s eyes, but Y Nhi barely has the time to look at it before she steels her nerves and takes hold of his hand again. The coldness of his rings grounds her somehow. “We need a list,” Y Nhi says, “of things. First, you’re going to Google touch starvation.”

Her best friend jerks in a little victorious motion, jamming his knee unceremoniously on the table leg as he does. “Fuck, that hurt.”

“What was that about?”

“I wasn’t sure if you were actually touch starved or if you didn’t like men touching you.”

“And you didn’t ask?” Y Nhi is incredulous.

“How am I supposed to ask? ‘Jude, when I touch you, does it remind you of your sleazy ex boyfriends?’ You’d say no. Like a liar. Or so I thought.” He pauses. “Anyway, this means I can hug you now, right? 24/7.”

“If you ease into it.”

“And you’ll stop wearing those gigantic shirts that literally drown you.”

“...No. What?”

“Okay, never mind, nothing. What else? What other boundaries do we have?”

Of all questions she’s been asked today, this one is probably the most confusing. Her previous relationships are no help; she hasn’t exactly had the best exposure to “healthy relationships.” She’s aware that the bare minimum counts as decadence for her, so the question has her a little frozen.

After watching her face flicker through whatever emotions it’s displaying, Vinny rubs a thumb over her knuckles. “How about this: I have a specific thing I want your help with, and when things come up, we can talk about it.”

Y Nhi nods, though they both know she won’t talk about shit. But perhaps watching Vinny sort out whatever issue he needs sorted will give her inspiration on how to approach this. “Can we-?” She starts and stops abruptly.

Vinny blinks, then feeds her a strawberry slice. “Go ahead.” It’s a tactful move. Putting food in her mouth means she has to chew, meaning she has a few more seconds to gather herself and her thoughts, or at the very least, the desire to continue speaking.

“Can we not label this?” She finishes. “Whatever is between us.”

To her surprise, Vinny nods and acts like she hasn’t asked the bitchiest question of the night. “Sure.” You can do whatever you want, he’d said, as long as you do it by my side.

“And… Get rid of Jude.”

“What?”

“Jude. You remember why I picked that name?”

“Because of some fictional fairy queen that had the same name? You thought she was a conniving boss ass bitch and-”

“Shut up. Saint Jude. Patron saint of?”

Technically speaking, he hasn’t been wrong about the fairy queen bit. Unlike the suckers who fell for Cardan Greenbriar, Y Nhi’s wimpy ass was all in for Jude Duarte, mortal queen of the fae. And it was easier to admit that than to admit the truth that was dawning on Vinny’s face in 3… 2...

“Hopeless causes,” Vinny answers easily. Then his expression sobers. “Oh.”

Y Nhi nods. “But the me with you isn’t a hopeless cause. I don’t want her to be, anyway.”

There’s a lot that goes unsaid, but she’s certain Vinny hears it. Logically, she can’t keep relying on whatever instinct says, He’ll understand because he’s Vinny, but up to this point, it should work out okay.

Gently, he says, “Y Nhi,” reacquainting himself with the syllables of her given name. “Y Nhi.”

“Yes, Vinny?” She says just as gently.

He lowers his voice to a husky whisper, “You’ve never been a hopeless cause. You were a cause for hope.”

Vinny’s request is this: that Y Nhi teach him to be soft again.

The request makes her question if she and Vinny exist in the same dimension because who the hell convinced him he wasn’t soft? Hardened, prickly souls don’t master winged eyeliner for the sake of their loved ones. They don’t volunteer extra hours at Vacation Bible School while working graveyard shifts at the hospital. Don’t do the dishes because as much as they hate them, their roommate hates them more.

Vinny is soft, and Y Nhi is out for blood. “I need names, Vincent. And addresses if you have them.”

“My ex,” he says.

An awkward sound emerges from Y Nhi’s throat.

He raises an eyebrow at her. “What? I dated around. Didn’t think I should be hung up on you, but nothing ever went as planned. Anyway, my one ex did a really good job making me become someone I wasn’t. I didn’t like the person she made me, but it was kind of too late to turn around.”

Again, Y Nhi is confused. The narrative is promising, though, so she lets him continue in hopes that it’ll clear something up.

“If you don’t know me, how would you describe me?”

“Vinny.” She doesn’t have an answer, she just doesn’t want to say it. It’s not all good, and they just came back from an awkward fight. Was it a fight?

They’ve slipped back into their normal existence so easily. Nothing has changed, but at the same time, everything has.

“Just- The rings and the black and the tattoos. You’d think I drove a motorcycle or something, right?”

“You drive a Lexus. It’s the same in terms of your fuck boy vibes.”

“Y Nhi!”

“BMW would’ve sealed the deal. How many Hennessys do you drink a night, again?”

A pout settles on his face. She likes this version of him. “I see you get my point. I look like a baddie.”

“Yeah. Bad at life.”

“I swear to god.”

“Don’t do that, that’s a sin. Don’t use the lord’s name in vain and all.”

“Anyway. You of all people know I am soft, actually. She didn’t like that. And so I gained a second personality and-”

It’s rude, the way Y Nhi interrupts, but Vinny doesn’t seem to mind at all. “So if you’re always soft, what’s left for me to help you with?”

“You’ll see,” he says. “Actually. No, I’m going to tell you. I get embarrassed about my relationships. So if it ever looks like I’m pushing you away… I’m just really fucking embarrassed, at least for this first stage. Do what you will with that.”

- bonus/epilogue -

They return home for Y Nhi’s mom’s birthday. They’ve always rode home together, since they are neighbors no matter where they are. No one finds it odd that they hold hands more than before, that Y Nhi is still averse to touching everyone but him.

They appear at social events hanging on each other’s arms. Commentary about their status as a “married couple” breeze over their heads, but they never confirm nor deny anything. In public, they remain aloof to each other. They show tenderness in only the smallest of gestures.

In private, they are as they ever were. Vinny still does her eyeliner on her bad days, but now she cuddles him on the couch on his bad days. Between the two of them, there are a lot of bad days, days when they almost threw in the towel.

But they didn’t. Instead, they’ve introduced all manner of pet names (Vinny’s favorites to use are love, darling, and lately, em. Y Nhi’s favorites are Vinny and anh). They write songs to each other, for each other, with each other. Every morning, they make the choice to keep loving each other the way they have since they were fifteen - and while they joke that they wasted so much time, it was a necessary time for them to spend apart to learn how to exist together and how to choose each other even when it’s the harder choice than letting go.

Even I get lonely too

It’s not hard

Every question’s got an answer

And mine is you

Where you go then I will follow

All my life

You’re the name that I will whisper to the night

#musclememory.wip #it turned out differently than planned #but I hope you enjoy it!

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sugawara-sweetheart · 4 years

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when u simp for suga but he’s in love with ur favourite moot😹😹😹

i know you probs didn’t mean for this to turn into an angst but😳i did enjoy!!!💞ily!!!

𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢

sugawara x reader

summary: a description of sugawara’s love life. but that doesn’t mean it’s yours

word count: 553

sweet like honey. as refreshing as a cold glass of water on a hot summer’s day. the feeling of closing your eyes in a plush pillow and wrapping yourself in a warm blanket to feel the safety and calmness of slumber overtake you after a long, tiresome day. kind. sweet. a relief. secure. but also with the loud personality, the brightness of his cheeky humour, the warmth of his tender heart.

that’s sugawara kōshi. the love of your life.

sugawara smiles so kindly. his eyes gleam and crinkle, laughter that’s as smooth as silk, so lightweight and airy filling the air- he’s the epitome of angelic beauty. and he’s always one to make you laugh so hard too.

“kōshi, wipe it off!” sugawara giggles, flicking his tongue out cheekily.

“i didn’t do anything!” he cries but there’s obviously a blob of ketchup on your nose. you scowl and he laughs even harder when he’s swiping his thumb across your cheek to smear more of the sticky condiment. “okay, fine!” he grins. “let me lick it all of you then.” he looks so mischievous when you’re crying out, half laughing half in disgust.

he’s so caring too. the gentle hand at the small of your back. the can of coffee he brings you every morning because your eyes just droop a little too much and your brain doesn’t whir as fast but seeing him in the early hours, his grey hair a little messy and his cheeks tinged pink from morning practise, just makes your heart beat a little faster.

he’s so loving. the kiss on your temple, on the back of your entwined hands, on the moles or freckles on your face.

“they say moles are the places your soulmate kissed you the most in a past life.” sugawara smiles, brushing strands of hair out of your face.

“you must’ve been obsessed with me.” you remark cheekily, tongue sticking out. he grins, hands reaching out to tickle at your sides. you erupt into laughter, his laughs as sweet and joyful as yours, as you cling to his shirt, letting him wrap his arms around you in a tight hug.

“that’s because i love you. and i always will, in this life, in our past lives, in all our future lives. you’re my soulmate.”

it’s funny how you’re not you. you’re not her.

it’s like watching a movie of your own love story. of what should be your own love story, except the casting’s all wrong because you’re not her. you’re not sugawara’s.

you watch sugawara carefully wipe the ketchup off your best friend’s nose after he smeared it on her in the first place. you want him bring her a can of coffee, watch him only stare at her with those heart-shaped orbs, see him plaster her face in kisses. she’s the one clinging to him when he’s tickling her. she gets to be the one sugawara promises to love forever. she gets to see that beautiful, angelic smile for the rest of eternity, feel that kind warmth from him, receive his pure love forever.

you watch from the sidelines. a spectator. you watch the two people you love the most love each other. and there’s nowhere for you.

sugawara kōshi, the love of your life. but you’re not the love of his.

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ri-ahhh · 4 years

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I hate to be that person but like today’s been really shitty and embarrassing staining at work and I was just longing for some boyfriend gray (or e hehe but I know it’s easier for u to write gray!) just comforting you after an embarrassing period moment like that 🥺🙃 is that silly idk u really don’t have to hehe love you so much!

Ugh the strug👏gle👏 Shout out to anyone who has been through the horror of bleeding thru ur pants in public I think we all deserve a medal of bravery or something lol. Or an ott bf that looks like a Dolan twin to comfort us.

How’s your day going baby? Ily

The text from Grayson couldn’t have come at a better time for you mentally. You’re on the home stretch of when it’s time to get off work, and it can’t happen soon enough.

shitty tbh :/ urs?

Good. But imma shut up tell me what’s wrong

started my period at work, had to tell my boss and come home to change cuz I forgot to replace the extra set of work clothes in my car from when I stayed at your place last. then realized I only had like 2 tampons left so I’m gonna have to get those after work and I’m just ready to be home

im glad urs is going good tho

that sounded sarcastic. I really am glad ur having a good day haha sorry

Grayson sends you back a frowny face and four little dots, which is the little code the two of you use to indicate you’re busy and aren’t ignoring the other person mid conversation. You tuck your phone back in your purse under your desk and get back to the email you’re supposed to be typing up. Having to concentrate doesn’t help your mood any, head throbbing and your back aching both in the middle from your crappy office chair and in the lower part from Mother Nature.

Just as your phone buzzes by your foot, a cramp seizes your belly and radiates throughout your pelvis. You wince and bite your lip through a grunt, cursing the fact you were born female as you reach down to grab your phone. You cover your mouth to stifle your giggle and keep your boss a few offices over none the wiser when you read Grayson’s text.

What size pussy are u? ;)

You’re even more amazed when you open the message and a picture of a shelf full of tampax products fills your screen. How many boyfriends are out there buying tampons - the only brand of tampons you ever buy, at that - for their girlfriends unprompted and without coercion?

Grayson.. ur not real

I’m the realest bb. Now tell me which ones to buy cuz I’m starting to look like a weirdo

You chuckle and shake your head.

regular pls. the one w yellow on it. and a box of overnight pads. look on the box and it’ll say specifically.

Oh yeah u stopped wearing them tamps at night.

God, who is this man and where did he come from? How in the hell did he pick up on that of all things. Before you can respond, he hits you with a double text.

Sweet, gottem. What else?

You bite your lip and think. He’s already being so sweet and you don’t want to run him ragged all over town to get your period cravings. But then another cramp hits, this time one of those especially nasty ones that makes you feel like you got punched right in the vagina, and you think if you’re going through all of this to potentially carry and push out one of his babies one day, he can run a couple of errands for you.

if ur not too busy... watermelon sour patch, Trader Joe’s takis, milanos, and those frozen chipotle sweet potato fries. pls:)

Grayson hearts the message, and you sink back into your chair with a sigh. Just the thought of not having to trudge into Target or CVS after you leave the office is enough to alleviate some of your stress. You check the time and realize you only have an hour until you’re home in a bath, with no pants on, and your heating pad ready in bed with Grayson as well. An hour seems doable now.

You make your half hour commute home in a record 22 minutes, desperate to get out of your work clothes and into one of Gray’s oversized t-shirts. You saw the Porsche in your guest spot in your apartment garage, so you know he’s here when you kick the door shut behind you. “Gray?”

“In the bathroom!” His voice is muffled but comes distinctly from your room. You hang up your keys and toss your bag on the kitchen island, kicking off your heels lazily by the door before following the now audible sound of the bath running.

You stop dead when you turn into the bathroom, shocked to see your tub already halfway full, the tampons and pads you requested sitting neatly on the counter next to one of his faded Cub Sport shirts, and the distinct color and smell of the Lush intergalactic bath bomb (your favorite) wafting from the steaming water.

“Gray-son,” you whine, throwing your face into your hands as your throat swells up and tears prickle behind your eyes. You hear him chuckle before you feel his arms wrap tightly around you. He presses a lingering kiss to your hair as he strokes your lower back gently, his touch and the heat of his hand providing an instant modicum of relief to the dull ache there.

“What?” he says quietly. He moves in front of you and untucks your shirt, removing your hands from your face so he can drop a sweet little kiss to your nose as he unbuttons the top two of your blouse. “Is it too much?”

You shake your head and open your eyes to look at the pretty hazel of his own. “It’s perfect. I’m just a hormonal mess.”

He laughs again and kisses your lips softly this time. “If you want your fries, I’ll make them while you soak.”

You nod, and he leaves you with another kiss before shutting the door behind him to give you your privacy.

The bath is amazing, the sparkly blue water relaxing some of the tension in your body and alleviating some of your pain, and you’re almost sad to get out, but you’re starving and the cravings are real.

You re-enter your bedroom to find heaven on earth: Grayson, shirtless in your bed and scrolling through Netflix on your TV; a steaming plate of fries with a mountain of ketchup already squirted out for you; and each bag of goodies you requested already sitting on your nightstand, one of which catches you by surprise.

“Holy shit, they make this?” you ask incredulously, picking up the giant three-and-a-half pound bag of watermelon sour patch as you slip into bed with him.

This is the only time you ever allow yourself to eat in bed, and you don’t catch his reply as you instantly seize the plate of fries and dig in, moaning loudly as the taste graces your tongue. He selects The Office on Netflix while you chew. He really knows you too well.

While Grayson takes your half-empty plate back to the kitchen once you’re done, you help yourself to a couple of the Milano cookies until he returns. You offer him a smile, which he returns happily as he sinks back into bed with you.

“Feeling a little better, baby?”

You roll up the bag and nod, coaxing him to lie down with you as you turn onto your side. He settles close behind you as you situate your heating pad across your abdomen, and he puts his arm across it to keep it in place for you. Space heater that he is, he’s creating a similar effect against your aching back, and it’s the most comfort you could possibly feel while you bleed out of your vag.

He’s made you forget about the work fiasco completely, and you cuddle into his warmth. “Thanks again, Gray. Seriously, you’re unreal.”

He nuzzles into your hair and smiles against the back of your neck. “Anytime. I mean, once a month. But anytime.”

#i made myself jealous writing this ngl #pao also said she likes gummy bears but i think tjose are vile and they have no place on my blog #😋#sorry pao u still got ur milanos lol #dolan twins #grayson dolan #grayson dolan fic #blurb #g blurb

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bittywitches · 3 years

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What if. You and Gray were coworkers at a random fast food restaurant like McDonald’s or somethin and you guys ended up having a shift together n ur all flirty

Ok Ik realistically neither of the twins would work at a restaurant like McDonald’s bc they’re ⋆ ˚｡⋆ vegan ⋆ ˚｡⋆ but like realistically they’d never work at a fast food restaurant period so. Anyways here you go :)

The only sound that could be heard throughout the quaint diner was the faint sizzling of the oil back in the kitchen, just loud enough to cover the slow and painful ticks of the clock as you agonizingly stared at it from behind the counter.

It was a no brainer than you hated the night shift, but you were desperately in need of a higher pay check, what with your friends coming to visit you at college next weekend— you couldn’t have them thinking you were a mess, despite how much you absolutely were. You hoped you could get by with a simple dinner at home and a movie night, but knowing them they’d want to go out, and with book rentals and keeping up with rent, you were barely getting by.

“What are you doing?” You yelled over your shoulder, you fingers drumming atop the porcelain countertop. With the 2am shift being the most unpopular one among all the employees, you were pretty much stuck in the empty diner with your one co-worker.

“Making fries!” He yelled back at you, and you rolled your eyes.

“Yea I got that, why though?” You had the urge to gesture towards the empty seats, but you resisted it, because it would be a shame if he didn’t get to witness your dramatic flare.

“Someone might as well get to eat em.” He finally appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, a cute little smile on his face. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms across his chest, covering the logo of the restaurant on his apron.

You raised an eyebrow at him, and finally stood up from your hunched over position on the counter. You stretched out your back and shook your left arm, the joint hurting a little bit from your chin resting atop it for so long. “Fair enough.” You said, stifling a small yawn before finishing the last word.

“Come to the kitchen, I’m booored.” He let his head fall against the frame, eyeing you whimsically.

You bit your cheek, taking him in a little bit. He looked stupidly cute in his navy jeans and apron, his dirty converse and completely messed up hair. You were fairly certain he’d napped before coming to work, which honestly probably would’ve been the smartest decision for you as well, because you were so sure you were gonna fall asleep in the next few minutes.

You didn’t know Grayson too well, you hadn’t had many shifts with him and when you did they were busy day shifts with a lot of other coworkers. You knew a bit about him; he went to the college a few streets down for yours, and was majoring in business. He had a twin, which you didn’t believe at first but were sure of when you saw his brother come in a few times to pick him up from work. But other than that, he was a stranger to you. You’d both only started working this shift together a few nights ago at the beginning of the week, and you hadn’t gotten to talk all that much on account of you both being so insanely tired you could barely think straight. Plus, there was usually Atleast a few people who came by, either late party goers or college students popping in for a coffee, once even a family on a road trip stopping to pick up breakfast for the morning. But tonight was silent; and you assumed the boredom was what was making Grayson chatty.

“I really can’t, I’m supposed to be watching for customers.”

“Oh yea, and we’re so insanely packed, you can’t even spare a minute.” He rolled his eyes at you. “We’ll hear the door open if someone comes in. Come hang out!”

You sighed, but decided, why the hell not. “Alright, sure.”

You both made your way to the back, and you jumped up onto the counter next to the fryer as Grayson took the fries out of the oil.

“Gimme a box,” he motioned to you, so you grabbed one from behind you and held it out for him to put the fries in.

“You want sauce?”

“Ketchup and barbecue?”

“ ‘Kay.” He squirted some into tiny paper cups and set them and the fries beside you, grabbing a few fries and leaning back against the counter across from you. You gently blew against one and popped it in your mouth, and your eyes grew a bit.

“Hey, these are so well fried??” You grabbed another two and dipped them in some ketchup, taking another bite.

“Haha, yea?”

“Yea!! I can never get them this crispy without making them taste burnt.”

“Ahh yeah, key is not to get the temp too high.”

“That’s what Diane says, but they take too long otherwise.”

“Yea it’s why you do em in advance.”

“But then they cool down before serving!”

He shrugs. “You take a chance. Most people always have fries with their orders so I just constantly have em going. And if they don’t then—“ he popped another few fries in his mouth. “More for me.”

You snickered. “Alright true.” You swallowed. “Either way, these are the magical fries they talk about in the training video.”

He burst out laughing at that, and you grinned.

“So what got you on this shift?” You asked, trying to nonchalantly lick the salt off your fingers as you swung your legs back and forth.

He sighed. “Ahh, rent, bills, all that. Thought it would be easy considering my terrible sleep schedule but apparently I was wrong.” He laughed, and you did with him. “You?”

“Same, pretty much. Seemed like a good option considering I don’t usually have any late night plans.” He tilted your head at you and you winced. “Ah, haha. Just realized how pathetic that sounds.”

“No, no! It doesn’t. I just thought that’s weird because your boyfriend would probably be taking you out?”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Uh, I don’t have a boyfriend dude.”

“What? I thought— that kid who picked you up the other day? He’s not—“

“No! Oh my god no, that’s just my friend from school.”

He gently nodded his head, letting a small ‘oh’ leave his lips, but you knew he wasn’t convinced.

“He’s gay.”

“Ohhhh.” He said more confidently this time, his shoulders relaxing.

“Wow, okay, I was kidding. He’s not gay. You should believe girls more when they say someone isn’t their boyfriend.”

He looked back up towards you with widened almost panicked eyes. “I’m sorry, I—“

You laughed. “Relax.”

He smiled. “Yea.”

“How’d you know about him anyways? He never comes in. He just waits out in his car.”

His mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, and he looked away to grab another fry. “I just noticed. His car is pretty noticeable...” he laughed and shook his head. “Ah, no. Actually, I’ve wanted to ask you out after our first few shifts together but I thought you were already with someone so like...”

“Oh!” You straightened, your cheeks flushing a little bit. “I didn’t know.”

“ ‘course you didn’t. No big deal. But, um...” he cleared his throat. “Would you ever? Wanna go out with me? Or hang out or something, I don’t know.”

You smiled. “Yea I’d love to go out with you.”

He breathed out with a chuckle. “Really?”

“Yea!”

“So maybe if you’re not too exhausted tomorrow, would you wanna get breakfast? I know a pretty cool place.”

“That sounds really good.”

#is this even flirting idfk #grayson dolan #dolan twins #Grayson dolan imagine #Grayson dolan blurb #Grayson dolan concept #grayson dolan x reader #Grayson dolan fanfic #ask #anon #Grayson Dolan headcanon #Dolan twins concept

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sleeplessvalley · 3 years

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anyways we thought it'd be funny to do some incorrect quotes so we're using that one incorrect quote generator. you know the one

Sizzle: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm fucking pissed.

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Taika: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them.

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Sizzle: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine.

Sizzle: i became more evil if you’re curious.

Celeste: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!

Sizzle: i’m going to get worse on purpose

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Colress: Man, I only ever see you awake. Do you ever shut down or stop running?

Velocity: Oh, I’m always running.

Velocity: The question is from what.

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Daitex: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Mask: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Daitex: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

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DL: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

DOC and Daitex: I'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

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Velocity: Do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? How many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It?

Resilience: Stay woke monsterfuckers ur love is out there!!!!!

Velocity: ... Y'know what? Not my point at all, in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration.

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DL: You often use humor to deflect trauma.

Daitex: Thank you!

DL: ... I didn't say that was a good thing.

Daitex: What I'm hearing is: you think I'm funny.

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Splinter: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate, or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate?

Colress: I’m an ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

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Rider: How many kids do you have?

DL: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

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Rider: Must be hard not being able to laugh.

Mask: I do have a sense of humor, you know.

Rider: I’ve never heard you laugh before?

Mask: I’ve never heard you say anything funny.

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Velocity: ... This is a mistake.

Taika, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Velocity: But not today.

Taika, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess.

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Resilience: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Velocity: Resi, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

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Velocity: Hey, it's your turn to wash dishes.

Sizzle: I'LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD.

Velocity: Okay. But before that, wash the dishes, and also use soap this time?

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Sizzle: I prevented a murder today.

Inkblot: Really? How’d you do that?

Sizzle: Self control.

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Paranoia: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Timetable: ... Wasn't Rett with you?

Everett: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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DL: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste.

Resilience: We got spring water!

DL: NO!

Rider: with EXTRA minerals.

Colress: It's like licking a stalagmite.

DL: DON'T COME HOME.

Rider: Mmmmm cave water...

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Colress: Naturally, we are on the cutting edge of technology.

Osmium, amazed: Wow...

Celeste, to Osmium: Well- what does that mean?

Osmium: I don't know.

Osmium, to Colress: What does that mean?

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Colress, trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff: Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Tony: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Taika: I personally was created in a lab.

Splinter: I just straight up spawned lol.

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Celeste: Os, I'm sad.

Osmium, holding out her arms for a hug: It’s going to be okay.

Wildhinge: ... Vacant, I'm sad.

Vacant, nodding: Mood.

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Daitex: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?

Tony: Put spaghetti in it.

Daitex: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.

Splinter: Put spaghetti in it.

Daitex: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.

Innova: Put spaghetti in it.

Daitex: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

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DL: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Celeste: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Resilience: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Unravel: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day!

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Velocity: What’s something you guys are better than Dex at?

Mask: Mario Kart.

Sizzle: Yeah, video games.

Resilience: Emotional vulnerability.

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Resilience: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Innova: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Mask: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Tony: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Velocity and Colress: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

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Insipid: [screams]

Sizzle: [screams louder]

DL: Should we do something?

Mask: No, I want to see who wins.

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Taika: Every time I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

DOC: Okay, but what is updog?

Velocity: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Timetable: No, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Colress: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

Splinter: Surely, that’s Uppsala, whereas updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Taika: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Timetable: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Velocity: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

DOC: What’s a henway??

Taika: Oh, about five pounds.

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