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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭
Synopsis: Jungwon couldn't understand why the fuck you would choose other man when he is ready to give you everything, willing to do anything to get you although that means he need to get bloods on his hands
Warning: Yandere and obsessive Jungwon, manipulation, gaslighting, death (sorry yall), blood, some gore details, this will have two parts
Word counts: 3.5k+
An alarm sounded from the clock on the night stand, indicating the time was 7.00 a.m. Jungwon groaned at the loud sound that was disturbing his beauty sleep. He rested for a few minutes before waking up prepare himself for class later.
He walked with a gimbap at his hand as breakfast today. Sometimes, he wished he could just quit everything and spend his time at home watching shows and play games but then his grandmother will scold him if he did that. He continued walking while listening to songs on his phone before someone collided towards him from behind.
"Good morning, Won!!!"
There you were. He looked at your cheerful face before pinching your left cheek because you looked so cute to him.
"Ahh it hurts. Why do you always pinch my cheeks?"
You asked as you glared at the tall boy who only giggled at you. Jungwon put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. His mood completely changed from sour to happy. You are indeed a happy pill to him.
"You looked cute. That's why."
You rolled your eyes and started to talk about your family vacation you went two days ago. You guys were waiting for the bus to arrive and Jungwon keep staring at you. He knew something wa happening to him when he keep wanting to be with you and always caring about you. He realized that he is falling in love with his own bestfriend which is you.
He wanted to say something but when the bus arrived, he shut his mouth and hold your hand to go into the bus together.
"What do you want to say?"
You suddenly asked when both of you finally arrived at the school. He turned to you with confusion on his face.
"I noticed you wanted to say something before we ride the bus."
"Nah, I just wanted to ask about yesterday homework."
"Oh? The top student didn't finish his homework??"
You teasingly asked as Jungwon is the top student and always finish every work the teachers gave. The boy lightly scoffed then he ruffled your hair.
"No, I'm just worrying about you. Your small brain can't handle those hard questions."
"Urghh , you are mean."
He laughed again when you hit him softly. Both of you keep talking and went inside the classroom.
You looked at how some students from other class crowding your classroom. Most of them were girls. When you entered, you saw some of your school seniors chatting with some of your classmates, Taehyun and Kai. Huh, no wonder many girls came here. They wanted to see Beomgyu, Soobin and Yeonjun. Three of them are senior student and one year ahead of you and they are very close with Taehyun and Kai.
You glanced away when Beomgyu turned to look at you. Suddenly, your cheeks turning red.
"Are you okay?"
"Huh?", you blinked at Jungwon who suddenly put his hand on your forehead. He looked so worried. You didn't want to admit the truth and just stated you were fine.
Jungwon continue to talk after you both sat down. You tried to focus on what he trying to say, however your eyes being a bitch tried to glance on your beloved senior. Once again, you were shocked when he’s already staring at you and smiled when both of your eyes met.
You frowned a little when Beomgyu and his friends finally went out from the classroom. But at the same time, you noticed he smiled at you again before leaving the class when the teacher came.
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"Jungwon, don't be silly. I can go back by myself."
"Still, I'm worried for you. We usually go home together."
"It's okay. It's for today only. You have a meeting to attend."
"I can still ask others-"
"Hey! I'm really fine, Jungwon."
The said boy sighed before nodding at you. He reminded you to be careful before leaving you to go to the meeting.
You sat at the bus stop while munching some desserts you bought on the way there. You felt funny when you saw some kids bickering with each other.
"What a cutie."
You turned to your right when you heard a very familiar voice and gasped when Beomgyu sat beside you while staring at those kids you looked earlier. His side profile impressed you so much and you were thankful to God for letting see him this close. He turned to you and smile before staring at the front back again.
"Usually, I saw you together with your boyfriend."
"Eh? B-boyfriend?", you questioned him back and tilted your head as a sign of confusion. Beomgyu can’t help but smile at your cute habit.
"Yeah, the one that looked like a cat. I don't really know his name.”
"Umm, that's Jungwon and nope he is just my close friend.", you finally understood what he meant by boyfriend cause you and Jungwon are really close and many people has been saying the same things too. So, that’s normal if Beomgyu thought the same.
You watched Beomgyu nodded his head before smile brightly. You didn't know why he suddenly said that.
"So, that means I have a chance to confess."
"Con-confess?"
You didn't want to put too much hope. You have been crushing on Beomgyu since last year when he helped you carried stuff and even bought a drink for you. Beomgyu took out something out of his bag and showing to you. You saw how his hands shaking a bit and he tried to calm himself down before talk to you.
"Y/n, I like you for a year now. So, do you want to go Taylor Swift concert with me this weekend as our first date?"
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"Y/n!"
"Yeah?"
You looked over to Jungwon who was glaring at you right now. Suddenly you remembered he was telling you something but your mind was still busy from yesterday's event with Beomgyu.
"What were you thinking about? You didn't even pay attention to my story."
"Sorry, Won. I'm just a bit sleepy. Can you repeat it again?" You asked the boy with regretful smile on your face. Jungwon scoffed when he didn't see you were lying to him and started to talk again with you listening to it carefully not wanting him to catch you spacing out again.
"Also, I want to ask. Do you want to hang out this Saturday? I have a good plan for us."
Jungwon hold himself from giggling. He is excited and can't wait to show you what he planned. He watched you were thinking for a while before answering him with guilty tone.
"I'm sorry, Won but I already have plan on that day. Can we postpone what have you planned on other day? I promise I will clear my schedule the next time."
You looked really guilty so Jungwon can't do anything but just accept it. He should tell you earlier. What made him more frustrated was the Taylor Swift concert tickets he had bought for both of you on this Saturday. Ah damn, guess he just sell it to someone else since it's useless already.
"It’s okay, never mind. What about after school? Do you want to go eat tteokbokki at the usual place? It's been a long time we go there."
Again, he saw your face turned to guilty expression.
"I have tutor."
"It's okay. I can wait."
"No, I don't want to burden you. But, we can go there tomorrow! Is that okay with you?"
Jungwon nodded at the new plan you made with him. Of course he's a bit sad that you guys can't do it today but he understood you. Although he felt curious why suddenly you need a tutor since you already doing well in your academics.
"Come on, let's go to class. Break is over."
Jungwon noticed you became different. Your attention seems to be somewhere else. Mostly at your phone. He also noticed whenever you guys in the class, you will stare at the outside than focus on the teacher. Whenever you are on your phone, you will smile and giggle at the screen. When Jungwon asked what are you giggling at, you will say nothing and prevent him from seeing your phone.
He noticed you started to being far from him. You didn't spend time with him anymore and always refusing his plan to hangout with you.
"Are you sure Y/n doesn't have boyfriend, Jungwon?"' Sunghoon, one of his other friends asked. They were having a dinner together with another five members at their favourite restaurant.
"If she dates someone, I will be the first one to know about that."
Jungwon felt uneasy at the thought of you dating with someone else. Why would you focus on someone else when he literally always with you. He knew everything about you, he knew your favourite character in Hello Kitty, he knew what time you would get up in the morning and sleep every night. He knew your favourite colour, food and drink. He is perfect to be your boyfriend. So, why would you want to be with other man than him?
"Jake hyung, do you have any idea about y/n? She is your sister after all."
"Well, I noticed she always went out with cute outfits and everytime I asked her, she will said "just going out with a friend". I immediately assumed it was you, man."
The other members felt sorry towards Jungwon. They knew about his crush towards you and they were supporting it but looks like it become impossible now.
"Wait, isn't that Y/n? Who's with her?"
All of them turned to the direction Sunoo has been pointing at. Everyone looked shocked especially Jungwon and he felt disappointed finding the truth like this. There you were standing with someone else instead of him. You looked so happy while talking to the male beside of you.
"Oh my, isn't that Beomgyu? Your friend right, Heeseung hyung?"
Sunoo genuinely asked as all of them still staring at both of you from inside of the restaurant. Jungwon became more frustrated when Beomgyu pecked your lips few times and he hated it more when he saw how you were enjoying every single of it.
"Jungwon, are you okay?"
Now, everyone looked at Jungwon when Jay asked him that question. The boy became quiet and didn't even answer the question. Instead, he continue eating his meal.
Everyone became quiet and started to eat their meal again when they realized Jungwon isn't going to say anything.
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The day after continue as usual. However, you noticed that your best friend is unusually quiet. He always talk to you every time and he is the first one will start the conversation. But now, he didn't even try to look at you.
"Jungwon, what is wrong with you?"
"What is wrong with me?"
You scoffed when he mocked at your question. You groaned and pulled his shoulder to turn to you. Now, you finally can see him. Jungwon rolled his eyes and tried to pull your hand off his shoulder.
"Can you let me go?"
"No! Until you tell me what is wrong with you. You changed so suddenly."
"Oh, I'm the one who change now? Shouldn't you asked that yourself, Y/n?"
"What- what...do you mean?"
"Why you didn't tell me you are dating with Beomgyu?"
"Ahh.. that. Well, it's not a big deal Jungwon. I was planning to tell you about it."
Jungwon felt annoyed. How can you think it's not a big deal when literally it is. Because of the secret, you slowly drifted apart from him. Only him should be always with you. Not someone else and not even Choi Beomgyu.
"Not a fucking big deal? Are you serious y/n? I've been feeling so sad these days because you're no longer want to hang out with me. Hell, I even feel like our friendship getting ruined since you and Beomgyu become together."
The whole class become silent after Jungwon finally burst out his feelings towards you. You felt so embarrassed and guilty after he lashed out like that. Everyone looked at both of you wondering how can you guys fighting with each other. Jungwon felt guilty a bit when he saw your eyes starting to tear up. He knows you don't like getting scream at but he couldn't hold himself back.
"I'm sorry." That's the only words you said before gathering all your stuffs and went out from the classroom. Jungwon sighed and cursed to himself and took his stuff and went out from the class so he can follow you. He saw you were already walked out from the school gate and quickly caught you before you went too far.
"Y/n stop." He said but you paid no attention to him. Jungwon sighed and went in front of you.
"I'm sorry for yelling, okay? I didn't mean to do that. I was too mad." Jungwon hold your hands as assurance and it's working when he felt you hold back his hands. He then hugged you closer.
"I love you, Y/n. I really do."
You sighed after hearing Jungwon’s confession. The guilty started to build up inside when you know you can’t do anything but reject him kindly.
"Jungwon, you know Beomgyu is my boyfriend. I'm really sorry."
"Yeah, but not for too long."
"Sorry, what were you saying?" You untangled your body from his hold to look at his face as you wanted him to speak again the words you couldn't hear earlier.
Jungwon didn't say anything instead he just stared at you while caressing your hair. He couldn't help that your hair is so soft and silky made him wanted to do this every single day. Oh how he wished he could wake up beside you and do this. Instead, you are letting that bastard Beomgyu do things what he wanted to do to you.
"Can we please talk?”, his doe eyes staring at your eyes begging for some hope and you nodded your head at his request.
Both of you end up went to the nearest cafe from your school. Jungwon ordered drinks and pastries and you started to explain everything about your relationship with Beomgyu. You can sense how Jungwon trying to hold himself knowing how this news bring heartbreak to him.
Your voice called him back to realization. Jungwon looked back to you and saw something sparkling caught his attention.
"You wear necklace?"
“Yeah, it’s pretty, right? Beomgyu bought this for me.” You smile widely while you said that as you were holding on it. You could still remember how Beomgyu was so nervous to put it on you. Jungwon however didn’t feel slightly happy but betrayal because back then you used to hate wearing things on your neck and you would tell him to not get you necklace as birthday present.
“I thought ….you don’t like wearing things around your neck.”
“Umm, well you can say that love can change a person and that’s normal Jungwon.”
Love can change a person
Love can change a person
Love can change a person
“What are you thinking about, Jungwon?”
Jay asked he put the curry he cooked on the plate with rice beside it and served the meal to Jungwon. The boy had asked to stay at his house tonight after the talk he had with Y/n earlier as he wanted to discuss something important. Even though there are other members like Heeseung, Sunghoon or Sunoo, Jungwon always find Jay is the best when he needs a good opinion.
“I hate the fact that Beomgyu got to be with Y/n. Meanwhile me has been crushing on her for years and I lost the chance.”
“Then steal her back.”
“What?”
Jungwon stared at Jay who said that casually. He wanted to see if Jay was joking but instead the man looked at him seriously.
“What do you mean, hyung?”
“I know you are not dumb, Jungwon. You know what to do. Kill Beomgyu and you can live happily with Y/n." Jay said it casually like the thing he suggested totally will not harming anyone. Jungwon went speechless because he never expects his hyung has his own dark side.
“Jay hyung, are you...are you hearing yourself right now? You know what will happen if I get caught doing that right?"
“Jungwon-ah, trust me you will never get caught.”
Jay reassured him but Jungwon still hesitate to do it. After all, killing someone could bring him to jail and he doesn't want that.
"If you are willing to let Y/n be with someone else then you can forget about this."
"Fuck it, what's the plan?"
Jay smiled after successfully convinced the boy. That night changed Jungwon to something different. The old and loser Jungwon is gone and the sinister and evil is the one replacing it.
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You have not seen Jungwon for two weeks now. He hasn’t been responding to your texts or pick up your calls. You even asked your brother and his members since they are close with Jungwon but neither of them know where and what happen to Jungwon.
You also went to his house but you didn’t get any response when you knocked on the door. You started to feel empty and sad. You thanked Beomgyu for cheering you up and always assure you that your best friend would be fine.
However, one day while you were out dating with Beomgyu, you opened your phone when you felt its vibrating. You looked at the notification and your eyes widened at the new message you got from your best friend, Jungwon.
Help me please
And that was enough to stop whatever you were doing. You asked Beomgyu to send you to Jungwon’s house. You guessed he was at the house since he didn’t say any specific location. It was nearly midnight and you didn’t care about that. What you only care at the moment was Jungwon. You can’t help but to be wondering why he was texting that at the first place. You just hope everything is fine.
But your boyfriend thought otherwise. Beomgyu didn’t know why he thought the text message from your friend was a trap. He felt like there will be something terrible going to happen but he doesn’t want to upset you since Jungwon is your best friend. He can see from your eyes how excited and worried when you got that message.
“Are you sure Jungwon was the one who texted you?”
“Yes, Beomgyu. It’s not like I delete his number from my contact.”
“I mean it’s just ridiculous. At least he need to call you first and explain everything.”
“Let’s hear it when we arrived at his house.”
“I just want you to be safe, Y/n.”
“Jungwon is my friend, Beomgyu. I know he will never hurt me.”
Your last words made the conversation stop. Both of you and Beomgyu worried about different things. He worried about your safety and you worried about Jungwon. Beomgyu wanted to say something but before he can even do that, a car suddenly crashed to your side and made the car spun few times. Beomgyu hold his steering tightly and tried to make a turn so he can prevent the spinning and end up bumped his car hardly to a utility pole.
You felt so dizzy and you could sense blood dripping on top of your head. You heard Beomgyu was yelling for you to not sleep but you can’t control yourself. The dizziness had made you so weak and couldn’t think about other things anymore. Beomgyu’s scream was a last thing you heard before you passed out.
“Fuck, Y/n. Wake up! AArghh!!!”
Beomgyu was screaming in pain when he yelled at you. He tried to reach his phone that fell down near the gas pedal. He wanted to call for help but before he could try, he sense a light from the other side of his car. He turned around noticed the car had damage on its bumper so he started screaming for help. He tried to wave even though his arm hurt so bad but after few minutes he realized that the driver didn’t go out from their car instead the car started to reverse and created long distance from his car.
“You sick fuck! How dare you leave after hitting us?”
But, the car was not leaving actually. It stopped at some point when it reaches around 100 metres from Beomgyu’s car. Beomgyu already sensed some danger when the car stopped. He tried to start back his engine but nothing could work when his car got too many damages.
And what he guessed was right because the next thing happened was the car started went towards him in a full speed making Beomgyu’s car overturned when it's collided. This time, the impact was so bad that made Beomgyu’s body out of his car and landed on the hard road. He groaned at the pain on his abdomen but keep trying to go to his car just want let you out. But then, he went shocked when another car suddenly appeared and there were few guys went out from it.
“Please, please help us. My girlfriend’s in there. Please take her first.”
“God damn it. Why is he not dying yet? I thought the second crash would finish him already.”
“Relax. I would finish him by myself.”
Beomgyu were shaking when he heard familiar voices. The road is empty and dark so it’s difficult to see those faces. He tried to stand up but obviously the strength he had on his body already gone. He felt betrayed and frustrated when he finally saw the faces.
“You.…you did this?! Do you know how worried Y/n is?!!!”
Jungwon stood up in front of Beomgyu with a smug face. He went closer to Beomgyu and whispered something to the man.
“She did? I’m so happy then. Now, say goodbye to Y/n cause I ain’t letting you live.”
“You are crazy, Jungwon. You did this just because you are jealous?!!You insecure--”
BANGGG!!!!
With just one shot Beomgyu fell to the road and dead immediately. Jungwon scoffed and kept his gun inside his pocket before went to you. Thankfully, you are still breathing after the crash. He picked you up and put you inside the car.
“Can you guys please clear this up and make sure all of the footage on this road got erased?”
“Sure, Jungwon. We can clear this up. Just focus on Y/n.”
Jungwon looked at his friends started to take Beomgyu’s dead body into their car and clean the blood off the road. Then, he turned to you and caressed your face. The dried blood on your face didn’t disgust him at all. Instead, he licked it to make your face clean.
“You miss me, hmm? I’m here baby. We are going to be together finally.”
You and him are going to be fine.
ahh first part is done finally 😂 I'm sorry for the cliffhanger but i hope you guys enjoy, im still doing the second part so i cant exactly state when it will come out but when it's ready i will tell yall
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Haikyuu and Public Transportation Headcanons: Nekoma Team
Nekoma’s confirmed to be on the fringe of Tokyo, so they’re still city boys even though their neighborhood is more suburban.
Third Years:
Tetsurō Kuroo - He has to be a train boy, like a bullet train or diesel train guy (subways wish they could be like those); man is a stander, leans on subway poles because he thinks it’s cool; subway buddies with Kenma
Nobuyuki Kai - More of a bus rider than subway; sleeps on long distance trains but not usually on shorter rides; plans his exact routes way in advance because he doesn’t like being late
Morisuke Yaku - Reluctant mothering of his juniors on the train like telling them to behave or pulling them off the train by the cuff, especially Lev; also has been mistaken for a child and probably in front of one of his team mates; rides the subway to school alone but travels back with some buddies most of the time; glued to his phone energy
Second Years:
Taketora Yamamoto - Up until a few years ago, he used to always hold Akane’s hand when traveling on public transport, and when she hit that age when it gets embarrassing to be so attached to your older siblings, she suddenly told him to stop and poor Yamamoto never figured out why; stander also bc he’s too cool to sit down; holds the train doors for people although he gets yelled at by train workers for doing so
Kenma Kozume - it is so obvious that he plays games the moment he gets his butt onto a seat, he needs both hands to play after all; suffers from mild motion sickness on some rides unfortunately due to a variety of reasons which could be he didn’t eat enough before getting on the train or reading textboxes on the train give him a headache, etc; typically he and Kuroo will ride together and Kuroo will yap as Kenma taps away on his Switch; Kuroo has to drag him off the train because he will not stop gaming
Shōhei Fukunaga - Daydreams on rides and loses track of time so he gotta rush to get out those doors; the vibrations of the ride are soothing and he likes the up high views too; never gets lost in the station and somehow knows all the shortcuts
First Years:
Sō Inuoka - Gives off big tourists and visitors from out of city ask him for directions vibes (struggles a bit but he’s somehow able to point them to the correct way); most of the Nekoma boys are polite enough to give their seats up for the elderly but this man will give his seat up to anybody he’s so nice; 1000% one of those good samaritans who help out those in wheel chairs, crutches, etc get onto buses; loves riding with friends especially other members of the team, and depending on the person, they feel slightly guilty of not doing the same when Inuoka goes to be a good person (I’m sorry but he’s so acts of service himbo in my mind it’s insane)
Tamahiko Teshiro - In group settings amongst same-age peers, he is their GPS and also the person wearing the “I am Teshiro” shirt for the guys wearing “If lost, return to Teshiro” shirts; I’m so sorry for any Teshiro fans but the more I look at his wiki page, the more grandpa friend vibes I get; sleeps a little on the train and usually rides with a buddy
Lev Haiba - The Lost Child Ever (less bc he doesn’t know directions and more bc of he makes detours in new places and can’t read a map); was that one child who could not stop bouncing in his seat on a train; loves to go with friends but he’s got that hyperactive energy that requires someone to actually respond to him as he yaps away; uses his phone or a credit/debit card to tap bc he would not remember to refill his train/bus card although he thinks those cards are fun
Yūki Shibayama - Used to ride the bus/train alone to and from school but gained travel buddies over the years; sites watcher and reader but mostly bc he gets bored easily; transitions from sitter to pole leaner (third years are a bad influence); prefers the bus over the train
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Bonus:
Yasufumi Nekomata has family drive him around and Manabu Naoi has a car. Naoi has particularly bad luck with traffic.
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Prev: Karasuno, Seijoh
So I’ve finished season 4 and watched the movie; damn was it good. Should have been longer tho, like 2 hrs isn’t that much of a stretch? 🥹
Fukunaga my child wow I love him. All the expressions and the sound direction was on point, Kenma looked so cool. The camera angles were unique but personally I loved it, especially the first person perspectives.
Remember: If anything is wrong, just ignore it 👍 Also Shiratorizawa is next.
#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu#haikyū!!#kuroo tetsurou#kai nobuyuki#yaku morisuke#yamamoto taketora#kozume kenma#fukunaga shouhei#inuoka sou#teshiro tamahiko#haiba lev#shibayama yuuki#maybe I should make some aesthetic banners#I’m so lost now that I’ve caught up with the anime and movie#should I start reading the manga now or wait until the 2nd movie???
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protecting the paladin
The story of Taylor's friendship with Link, and Taylor's journey in navigating how to help out someone with an anxiety disorder and more.
Swiftli Week Day 6: Overprotective
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Taylor wakes up to see Link curled up in a ball across from him on the floor of the cat bus, with his knees drawn to his chest and his head buried in them.
"Link?"
No response. And then Taylor hears a sob, and Link lifts his head a little, gasping for air.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on?” Taylor asks, crawling closer to him.
Link whines, and clasps his hands over his face. He’s drenched in sweat. “I—I don’t… I—I don’t have my meds,” he stutters out between breaths. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, fuck, I—I can’t—”
Gasping again, and again, and again, Link sounds like he’s in horrible pain.
“ Gah —Link, uh, breathe man,” Taylor says, putting a tentative hand on Link’s shoulder, “Wha—what are your meds for?” 'Are you dying right now?’ he doesn’t ask.
“Ah—an— anxiety… ” Link forces out. “I—mm… a—anxiety attack… ‘s bad, ‘s bad, can’t breathe —” Link sobs before doubling over, his face nearly hitting the floor as he hyperventilates.
“Whoa! Okay, okay, okay, let’s get you back up,” Taylor says, scrambling to lift Link back up by the shoulders so he’s leaning against the wall.
“Taylor,” Link says in practically a whisper, moving his hands away from his face in favour of weakly grasping at the air, his eyes shut tight. Taylor takes the hint and clasps Link’s hands in his own.
They’re trembling violently.
“Yeah?” Taylor hears his own voice break a little despite himself.
“Nnn… need help. Can’t breathe. ‘M dying.” Fresh tears slide down Link’s cheeks as he fights for air. It’s like he’s drowning.
“You—you’re hyperventilating, not dying. Ah, fuck, um… can—can I hug you?” Taylor asks.
Link nods, and Taylor wraps his arms around his torso, and Link hugs him back tightly.
“Listen, I—I don’t really know how… how to help… but I want to. Uh… just. Uh. You can feel me, right? You can feel me holding you right now. Just, uh, focus on that. I’m here for you.”
“‘Kay. I—I… sorry . Hard. Talk. Can’t.”
“It’s chill, dude. Don’t—uh—don’t sweat it.”
Taylor feels Link’s head fall onto his shoulder, and it feels like his breathing is slowing down a little, though it’s still alarmingly shallow.
“I got you, deep breaths, you got this,” Taylor says, patting Link’s back, hoping that’ll help some. “Uh, follow along with me?”
Taylor breathes an exaggerated breath in, and an exaggerated breath out, relieved when Link starts to follow along.
“Sorry,” Link whispers on the exhale.
“You’re fine, man. ‘S okay,” Taylor hushes, rubbing his back.
Link hums, pressing his forehead further against Taylor’s shoulder and continuing to take deep breaths.
His tight grip on Taylor loosens a little as he calms down some more.
“Just breathe. You’re okay, I’m right here.”
“Okay, okay, I—I…” Link takes a few deep breaths. “I’m…” Link pulls away from the hug to hold his head. His hands are still really shaky, and his breathing is slightly staggered, but mostly stable. He moves a hand to his chest, and scrunches up his face for a second before opening his eyes, staring at the floor.
“Link…?” Taylor bends down a little, trying to tilt his head in such a way that he can meet Link’s gaze, but it seems like he’s staring off at nothing.
“I’m… okay,” Link says, his voice hoarse.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I… have… haven’t ha…had one, um, bad… in… while,” Link stutters out, wincing at his own speech. “Sorry.”
“Dude, if it’s hard for you to talk, you don’t have to. I know ASL, if you—I mean, I don’t know if you know it, but if you do… uh...”
Link shakes his head. “Sorry,” he repeats.
Taylor makes a mental note to teach him some signs later.
“It’s okay,” Taylor says, grabbing hold of his hands again. “That looked rough as hell, dude.”
“I… I… I… sorry —”
“Take your time, man.”
“Had anxiety since I was little,” Link says, his eyes welling up again. “And meds. To help. ‘S bad. Really bad.”
Taylor nods, giving his hands a squeeze.
“Sss…sorry you had to… had to see that.”
“Dude. I’m sorry you have to go through that. I might not fully get it, but I wanna help you. That’s what friends are for.”
Link shuts his eyes, and Taylor watches the tears fall. It’s not long before he leans forward to plant a kiss on Link’s cheek, cupping the other in his palm. Taylor thinks he hears a small gasp at the action, but it doesn’t sound like one of distress, so he makes no comment. “Wanna go back to sleep?”
“Yeah. Think so.”
Link lays back down, and Taylor wraps his arms around his torso, hopefully keeping him calm and warm.
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“So, uh, um, don’t answer if you don’t wanna, or whatever, but, like, do you have… an anxiety disorder? I mean, is that, is that what caused the…”
Taylor trails off, looking anywhere that isn’t Link’s eyes. He waited a few days, but it’s been gnawing at him.
“Yeah. I have generalized anxiety disorder. Um, thanks for helping me, by the way.”
“Of course. I just—I’m not, like, good at this stuff. I mean, I have disorders too!” he says, maybe sounding a bit too excited. “Uh… I have ADHD. Also on meds. Since I was little. Like you! And then there’s um, the physical stuff, but we don’t need to get into all that.”
Link glances down at Taylor’s cane. Taylor tightens his grip on the handle. Never has he had such an awkward conversation.
“I’ve only ever really had my dads help me with panic attacks before.”
“Did I do a good job?”
Taylor did not mean to say that out loud. Stupid impulsivity.
Link chuckles. “Yeah. Thank you.”
“Heh, of course.”
“Sorry again.”
“Hey, man, I don’t go around apologizing for my disorders, and neither should you.”
Link averts his gaze, scrunching up his face a little. Wrong dialogue option, maybe.
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Google Search: generalized anxiety disorder
how to help someone with anxiety
how to help someone with panic attacks
breathing exercises
panic attack grounding
Taylor grabs an empty notebook and a gel pen and gets to work.
First, he writes down what helped Link last time. The hug seemed to help. So he writes that. Though Taylor was floundering the entire time… hopefully these notes will help things go more smoothly.
There’s the 5-4-3-2-1 method, focusing on the senses, to bring someone back to the present. He writes that one down first.
Then there’s a few breathing exercises with different amounts of seconds for each exercise. He writes down a few.
He also writes down the signs of a panic attack coming on, because catching it early would make it easier to help Link calm down from it.
Link probably knows some of these techniques, at least, Taylor thinks he’s seen his dads use them with him before, but Link didn’t seem all too comfortable talking about his anxiety, so it’s probably best to not bring it up out of nowhere.
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After about four hours of watching anime with Tony Pepperoni after school, everyone decides to take a little break to do some homework.
Everyone also knows that Normal is the only one who will actually do any homework.
Taylor is leaning against Link on the couch when suddenly he shifts to stand up.
“Um, I’ll… I’ll be right back, I—I think I left something in my room.”
He rushes up the stairs, but not before Taylor notices his hands trembling.
The stuttering, plus the trembling…
Taylor follows after him.
He knocks on the door. “Link? Can I come in?”
There’s no response, so Taylor opens the door, steps in, and shuts it behind him.
Link is sitting on his bed with his knees drawn to his chest and his head buried in them.
Taylor sits across from him. “Link? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Link forces out before a particularly loud gasp.
“Are you having a panic attack?”
He nods.
“Okay. That’s okay, man. Can I touch you?”
He nods again.
Taylor holds Link’s hands in his own and gives them a squeeze. Pressure is supposed to help, according to his research.
“Link, can you tell me five things you can see?” Taylor asks, tryng to keep his voice soft and gentle.
Link lifts his head and opens his eyes. There’s tears streaming down his cheeks that make Taylor’s heart break a little. “I—I can see you, and… my calendar, and…”
Link pauses, fighting for breath.
“You got this.”
“My bed. Door. Ceiling.”
“Good. Now what are four things you can… feel? Four things you can feel.”
“Your hands,” Link says, squeezing back. “My bed. Sweat. Um… shaking. I’m shaking. Does that count?”
“I think so. Okay. What are three things you can hear?”
Link closes his eyes and rests his head on his knees again. “Your voice… my voice… my breathing.”
“Good. What about two things you can smell?”
“Sweat… and… you.”
“What do I smell like?” Taylor asks, slightly caught off guard by his own curiosity.
“Comforting.”
“Okay. What’s one thing you can taste?”
“I don’t know, spit?”
“That works. Are you feeling any better?”
“Yeah,” Link says, and Taylor can hear it in his voice. The shaking is lesser now, and his breathing, while still staggered, is a lot steadier than before. “Sorry.”
“You don’t need to be, dude. I gotchu. Can I hug you?”
“Yeah.”
Taylor lets go of Link’s hands and wraps his arms around him.
Link melts into the hug, wrapping his arms around the small of Taylor’s back. “Since when did you know that grounding exercise?” he asks.
“I did my research.”
“Your research?”
Taylor pulls away from the hug for a second to pull a small notebook out of his pocket and hand it to Link.
Link flips through it, eyes wide. “Why did you…”
“To help you out. Anxiety sucks, so I wanna help when I can.”
“Thank you. I don’t even know what to say.”
“Well, I think thank you was a solid choice. And to that I say you’re welcome.”
Link grabs a pencil off his bedside table and makes a writing gesture to Taylor. “May I?”
“Go for it. I was planning on asking you for specific things that would help, but I didn’t want to stress you out.”
“I love you so much, Taylor.”
“I love you too, man.”
Taylor sits with Link for a while as he writes down some more grounding technique stuff and other information about his anxiety attacks in Taylor’s notebook. When he’s done, they both lie down on top of the blanket and cuddle, having forgotten about the people waiting downstairs.
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Now that the quest is over, Taylor can finally focus on a concern of his that’s been on his mind for a while. Whatever is going on with Link.
He’ll have these sudden moments where he’s just totally out of it. He’ll zone out for hours, and when he talks it’s like he’s on autopilot.
Maybe talking to him would be better, but he doesn’t want to make it worse, so…
Google Search: zoning out too much and not responding
Okay. Zoning out is a type of dissociation.
What is dissociation.
Google Search: dissociation
Okay. It’s a response to stress and trauma (makes sense), and it’s where you feel disconnected from everything around you? That does not sound fun.
It looks like the 54321 method helps with dissociation too, so Taylor jots that down.
Sensory stimulation also helps, unless the person is overstimulated. And asking questions helps too.
Taylor also writes down the warning signs for dissociation, though he thinks he’ll be able to tell, it’s always good to be certain.
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“Have you solved question six yet?” Taylor asks, staring at his math textbook and worrying his pen between his teeth.
Taylor hates studying.
He never really does it, but failing every quiz this semester made his teacher call home, and, well, his mom doesn’t put much emphasis on school at all, but she did recommend studying more. And offered to get Taylor a tutor, but he didn’t want that.
Link’s grades in math suck too, so they made a deal to study together, and that’s what they’re doing now, sitting on Taylor’s bed surrounded by snacks and worksheets.
“Mm.”
Taylor looks over at Link, who’s staring at a blank sheet of lined paper with his name written in the top left corner.
The pencil is shaking in his hand.
“Hey, Link?” Taylor puts a hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t respond. Taylor moves to sit in front of Link, pushing the papers aside and placing his hands on Link’s shoulders. “Can you hear me?”
“Yeah. Sorry I… I’m kinda out of it,” Link mumbles, still staring at the paper on his lap.
“I think you’re dis… um…”
What was the word again?
“Dissociating,” Link says.
“Yeah, that.”
“That’s… that’s what my dad said…”
“Okay, that’s okay, um…”
Sensory stimulation. Pressure. Pressure would be good.
“Hey, you like holding onto me, right?” Taylor asks.
Link doesn’t respond, but Taylor takes the paper and books out from Link’s lap and sits in it, wrapping Link’s arms around himself. Taylor’s noticed that when Link is stressed he’ll just squeeze Taylor like he’s a plushie, so maybe this will help.
Taylor lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when Link squeezes him.
“Do you want to listen to music? Watch a show?”
“Wanna listen to you talk.”
“I can do that.”
Taylor starts to ramble mindlessly, about the cosplay he’s been working on (his self-insert host for Ouran High ), new battle maneuvers he’s been practicing, birthday present plans, and whatever else floats into his brain.
After a while of rambling, and Link starting to be more responsive in the conversation, Taylor asks, “Are you feeling better?”
“Yeah. Don’t wanna study though.”
“Me neither.”
Link adjusts in bed so he’s lying down, his hands still wrapped around Taylor’s torso. “Nap time.”
Taylor takes off his glasses, and then takes off Link’s glasses, and puts them both on his bedside table, before turning around and burying his face in Link’s chest.
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“You know how I have a notebook full of signs and things to do when you need help with your anxiety and stuff?”
“You still have that?” Link asks, turning to face Taylor. There was a fifty percent chance he had fallen asleep already, but Taylor got lucky. It’s also a 50/50 toss up on whether Normal and Scary are asleep too, but they’re in sleeping bags away from the bed.
“I add to it all the time.”
“Wow.”
“Can I show my notes to Normal and Scary? I think it’d be helpful for them to know.”
Link leans forward and kisses Taylor on the forehead, causing him to blush.
“Yeah, you can.”
“Why did you kiss me?”
“‘Cause you’re so sweet.”
“I want another one.”
Link kisses his forehead again.
And Taylor makes a mental note to inform Normal and Scary on all his notes the next morning, because Link shouldn’t have to struggle alone, and Taylor is determined to make sure that he never does again.
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Forbidden (a SKZ Family Secret) update
I feel like I’ve broken your hearts my darlings 😔 I AM SO SORRY 😭 it’s been a rough ride hasn’t it?
But I promise things will come together in some way, we just have to weather the storm.
But I’m also jumping on with this post because I need to debrief on where I’m up to and what I still need to do.
Apparently, I find the best way to get my head clear is to announce my thoughts to the world.
So Here’s where things are at:
I’m stuck on a kinky smut scene (think collar and leash). ⛓️ I know what needs to happen but I’m overwhelmed at the energy required to translate it from the vision to words.
I have the birth scene draft written. 👶
“Shit hits the fan” I’ve got that written too. 😱
I can visualise how I want the ending to play out, but not sure how exactly I want to write it. 🤷🏻♀️
I am deciding on adding one more surprise, 🤔 but doubting myself in case it “doesn’t make sense” (and no @lyramundana it’s not Jisung is really an alien 🤣🤣)
Thank you so much for all the love, support and encouragement on this story so far. I know that the topic of cheating is a big one, and also dishonesty in general, but I hope I’ve written in such a way that we “get” them even if you don’t agree with them.
I love you xxx 😘
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CW: vomit
Kade throws up after a bus ride back from a game.
Introducing: Kade, Braden, Alisa.
Note: clearly i am not a writer but i tried okay T^T i apologize for the abrupt ending
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The bus ride back to the university is only two hours away, and their game ended at nine. Thankfully, tomorrow's a Sunday, so he'll have a whole morning to catch up on lost sleep.
Knowing himself, Kade really doesn't want to drink the post-game smoothie or eat the pasta bowl the team ordered (it tastes good, but he throws it back up almost 30% of the time). Eating after an away game usually leaves Kade nauseated the entire ride back, even if he takes his meds. But he knows he needs to replenish the energy he used up, so he sips away at the smoothie anyways. It's a gamble, really.
A fairly celebratory mood is swirling through the air, the team having won their game 3-2. The bus is loud for the first fifteen minutes or so, with most of the team singing along to country songs that Antoine's blasting from the back of the bus, as the rest of the guys finish their food. Kade doesn't each much, already dreading the nausea that's soon to hit him. It quiets down soon, though, since everyone's tired anyways.
Their C captain, Wyatt, is doing some sort of homework at the back, as is his friend Kio, one of the alternate captains. The rest of the guys are mostly chatting away with each other, scrolling on their phones or napping with their earbuds in. Kade's trying to sleep, but as the ride goes on, his headache progresses from a slight dizziness to the point where even closing his eyes doesn't help. He checks the time: 10:30 pm.
Groaning internally, Kade shuts his eyes again. Still an hour and a half left, ugh.
His friend Braden's sitting next to him. Out of all the dressed teammates, they're the only true freshmen, so Braden's essentially the only one Kade spends time with outside of practice, games and team meals.
The next few minutes pass by relatively peacefully, until a bump in the road jostles Kade's already queasy stomach. He suppresses a gag as a cough, successfully catching Braden's attention.
In typical Braden fashion, he completely misses Kade's discomfort (thank goodness) and gives a very random suggestion.
"You should come over to my place tonight," Braden offers. "Jarrett's coming over, too."
"So you can game all night, eh?" Kade asks, chuckling. Conversation's somewhat taking his mind off his churning stomach and spinning head, which is good.
Braden shrugs. "Only until, like, one."
"You don't have any work to do tomorrow?"
"Nah. Doesn't matter, anyways. As long as I meet the requirements to stay on the team, I'm good."
"Alisa would shove you out the window if she heard you say that," Kade replies with a snort.
"So violent for no reason, man," Braden agrees, turning back to his phone and effectively ending the conversation. Normally, he'd say more, but it's clear he's just as tired as Kade is. (Once he turns his monitor on and starts gaming, though, any bit of tiredness miraculously gets sucked out of his veins.)
Around an hour into the bus ride, however, Braden apparently notices that something is off with Kade, who's leaning on one arm, his other arm draped over his stomach.
"You good, bro?" Braden asks, prodding him.
"Yeah, I'm good," Kade responds with little to no conviction.
Braden doesn't believe him, clearly. "You ate, like, one bite of pasta," he realizes aloud. "You sick or somethin'?"
Kade shakes his head, which is quite the mistake since the dizziness increases exponentially. "Just tired. How much more time left?"
"An hour-ish."
"'Kay, thanks," Kade replies, cursing in his head. He can hold on for another hour. It's just a minute times sixty, after all.
The rest of the ride doesn't fly by, but with the "minute times sixty" logic, the arrival at their campus comes sooner than Kade expected. Unfortunately, he's several times closer to throwing up than an hour ago, and the sudden change from a moving bus to unmoving ground somehow only makes him dizzier.
"Good job today, boys," Coach Tyler says as the players all file off the bus, yawning. "I'll see you all Monday. Get some rest tomorrow."
A chorus of "yes, coach's" and "see you's" follow as everyone begins either going to their cars or to the bus station nearby.
Kade can almost feel his eyelids fluttering, and he so badly wants to just take the bus to the dorm, but his room is only a twenty minute walk away and he really doesn't think his stomach can handle a moving vehicle any longer.
He waves goodbye to Braden, backpack feeling heavier on his shoulders by the second, and begins the walk back to the dorms.
He's probably made it about ten minutes away from where the team was dropped off when he has to sit down at a bench, the smoothie and singular pasta he consumed already rising up his throat.
Praying that he's not going to throw up but knowing it'll happen all the same, Kade stands up on shaky legs and turns toward the grass behind him. He leans over on his knees, breathes in deeply in vain hopes that it's just a bout of nausea and nothing more. In... out... in... out...
Somehow, the waiting is even worse than the vomiting, and Kade spits on the grass when the amount of saliva coating the inside of his mouth begins increasing.
He stays like this for another few minutes or so, but without warning, his stomach lurches and he dry heaves, straining every muscle involved. His head is full-on pounding now, and Kade stiffens, as any movement could probably make him topple over.
Retching again, Kade closes his eyes and just wishes that it'll be over faster. The quicker he can get this over with, the quicker he can get back to his dorm, and the quicker he can just go to sleep.
One more gag and everything comes rushing back out, and then it just doesn't stop. It's mostly smoothie, so it doesn't hurt as much as usual, but the pungent smell makes him keep gagging even after he's pretty sure his stomach has expelled everything that was inside. Kade refuses to open his eyes, knowing that seeing his own vomit would only worsen the still-lingering nausea.
His throat burns, his abs continue to clench and unclench as his heart thumps loudly in his ears. He's nearly a mess, and he's thankful no one's there to witness it.
And then-- "Are you okay?"
It's a girl's voice. Alisa's voice, he realizes with a small sigh of relief, because any other girl might take advantage of him in a vulnerable state. Not that he's vulnerable right now. It's just motion sickness.
There's the sound of her old bike squeaking to a stop behind him, and then Alisa's beside him. "Kade, is that you?"
He doesn't bother to look, already feeling her eyes staring at his face. "Mhm."
"Anxiety sick or sick-sick?"
"Motion sick," he mumbles, clearing his throat when the words come out sticky and hoarse.
"Aw that sucks," Alisa replies, rubbing his hunched-over back. "Where's your water?"
"Bench."
The water bottle's in his hands within seconds, Alisa urging him to stand up and drink some.
He swishes the water around his mouth and spits it out onto the puddle of puke before taking slow sips. He's feeling a little better already, fortunately. Alisa drags him back to the bench, pulling him to sit down next to her.
"How was the game?" she asks once his breathing slows down a little, but she keeps her hand on his back.
"We won."
Alisa claps, smiling. "Yay! Good job!"
He smiles back with a soft "thanks."
There's a comfortable silence, the leaves rustling as they're blown by the fall wind. "What're you doing out here at this hour?"
"Just got off work," she replies, stepping on a leaf. It crunches under her foot. "Why aren't you bussing back to the dorms? It's much faster than--oh. Right."
"Yeah," Kade mumbles, leaning back. His head isn't spinning as much as before, and the nausea is steadily decreasing. The only part of his body that's still uncomfortable is his now empty stomach.
"I would stay and talk but I have to get home now," Alisa says after a moment, standing up. "You should eat something if you're feeling any better."
Nodding, Kade stands up as well. He'll eat the rest of the pasta once he gets back to the dorms. "'Kay. Good night."
Alisa salutes him from her bike. "You too. See you Monday."
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additional notes:
kade and braden are closer than how i depicted them here, as are kade and alisa, but it's like this takes place at 11 pm so everyone's tired lol
more to come once i actually finish the 12 drafts i have yippee
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IVY!! happy 200 baby :) not only do i adore your precious brain, but i adore your lovely personality & heart. you are always so so kind, & yeah, i just needed you to know i love & appreciate you <3
i wanted to order a tea please :)
headcannon idea: platonic stobin (if youd be open to writing it) with this prompt ⇩
you're like a damn ball
hehe okay i hope i did alright <3 (0.2k)
ivy's cafe // masterlist // taglist
Robin’s shift was almost over, the sun dipping behind the horizon and leaving a splash of colors in its descent. Steve was late; By 2 minutes exactly but he was late nonetheless, and she’d make sure to bring it up. It was funny really, the way Robin still seemed to be bouncing at the end of her shift and Steve had just pulled up and he looked like he’d been hit by a bus. The look worked for him, but she’d never say. After all, it was her job to keep him humble.
“If you keep frowning like that it’ll be permanent,” Steve rolled his eyes like a petulant child, “in fact, I’m surprised you aren’t stuck like that already.”
“I’m plenty optimistic when I’m sleeping at night,”
“Steve,”
“Yeah,”
“You do realize you volunteered for this right?”
“Under the impression that you needed the sleep more than me but obviously you don’t. Look at you, you're like a damn ball.”
“I am not”
She was.
“It’s too late to argue, you gonna hand me the keys or not?”
“Steve, it’s eight.”
“Keys,” she tossed it to him as she walked to her car and he caught it, barely, but he did.
“‘Kay, stay safe, don’t fall asleep, good night.”
“I’d be sleeping if this was a good night,”
“Steve,”
“Night,” her head was stuck out the window as she waved goodbye, the wind blowing through her hair.
#n e ways#this is the blurb i was talking about#if this sucks we will never speak of this again understand ?#r <3#ivy’s cafe#event.tea#ivy is writing !#steve harrington#steve harrington concepts#robin buckley#robin buckley concept#stobin#platonic soulmates stobin#platonic stobin#platonic with a capital p#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#ivy’s inbox 💌#stobin (ivy’s version)#stluvs
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When I Run Away (You're Who I Run To): Chapter 21
main post read on ao3
Word Count (Chapter): 2,484
NOTES: oughhh i haven't been writing as much lately and i'm catching up to myself… i'm writing chapter 29 right now. it's near the end though!! the wip doc is at like 85k, i'm still debating whether or not i think it'll hit 100k. there's so much and yet so little that still needs to happen… vwoo…
It was a quick bus ride back to the hotel, but still, Yaz found herself exhausted by the time she wound up back in their room. She kicked off her shoes and fell back on the bed, not even bothering to take off her leather jacket. A moment later, Rose was next to her, interlacing their hands, and then the bed dipped and Yaz realized Penny had sat down awkwardly at the edge of it. Without thinking, she reached out, tugging at Penny’s arm until Penny was lying there too, her face inches from Yaz’s.
“You’re still wearing your coat,” she said.
Yaz frowned. “What?”
Penny gestured at her jacket. “Doesn’t look comfortable.”
“Guess it’s not.” Yaz sat halfway up, struggling to get the jacket off. Finally, Penny sat up to slip it off her shoulders, her fingers grazing Yaz’s sleeves with all the care and delicacy one might use with fine crystal. With the same care, Penny folded the jacket and laid it on the nightstand, and then she flopped back down, her hair falling across her forehead. Yaz matched the pose. Falling onto her back, she found herself staring up at the ceiling, feeling totally and completely drained. But then Rose’s arm wrapped itself around her, and Penny inched tentatively closer, and Yaz let herself relax into her exhaustion. She felt a tear falling from one eye, and she didn’t stop it— a second later, Rose’s cool fingers were wiping it away.
“How are you?” Rose asked quietly.
“I—” Yaz swallowed. “I’m not sure.”
“That’s okay,” Rose murmured. “Can we do anything?”
Yaz hesitated. “Just— be here?”
Rose nestled closer, her chin hooked on Yaz’s shoulder. “We can do that.”
“It’s been a while since we had a meal, hasn’t it?” Penny added. “D’you want food?”
“Might be nice,” Rose said. She prodded Yaz. “Any requests?”
Yaz tried to think. She couldn’t. “Er— no.”
“That’s all right,” Penny said. She sat up, rummaging around in her pockets until she found her phone. “Think I can find something we all like. D’you know, I’m very good at Yelp?”
“I bet you are,” Rose replied, her head still buried in Yaz’s shoulder.
“Oh, don’t take that tone with me, Rose Tyler.” Penny was poking at her phone screen now. “I’m brilliant, I am. See? Here’s a place. Five stars. And it’s Chinese, and I already know what you’ll like.” She glanced at Rose. “Except they don’t deliver.”
“That’s all right,” Rose said immediately. “I can pick it up.”
“I’ll come with you,” Penny offered.
“Nah,” Rose said. “Been a long day. You ought to rest.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” Penny gave a dramatic sigh. “Don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d actually wanted me to go walking around.”
“Penny,” Rose said, lifting her head to look at her, “have you been letting people push you past your limits?”
Penny grunted in a way that was definitely not an answer.
Rose sighed. “If I’m about to push you like that, you’ve got to tell me, all right?”
“Yeah, all right.” Penny didn’t exactly sound committed, but Rose didn’t say anything. Penny passed the phone to Rose, their hands hovering for a moment over Yaz’s chest. “Here, put in your order.”
“‘Kay.” Rose held the phone above her and Yaz, tapping at the screen. “Yaz, did you want egg drop soup?”
“Don’t care,” Yaz said.
“Right, that’s going to be a yes, then.” A few moments later, Rose passed the phone back to Penny.
“That’s done, then,” Penny said, dropping her phone on the bed. “Pickup’s in twenty minutes.”
“Where is it?” Rose asked.
“Just around the corner, looked like.” Penny picked up the phone again. “I’ll text you.”
“I’ll set a timer,” Rose said. “Fifteen minutes.”
Those fifteen minutes passed in relative silence: Rose sat up against the headboard, fiddling with Yaz’s braid until finally Yaz pulled her hair tie out and let the hair come loose. Penny, for her part, had laid back down next to Yaz, her eyes closed. When Rose’s alarm went off, all three of them jumped, and Rose clambered to the foot of the bed to slip on her shoes.
“Back soon,” she said.
Yaz sat up to watch her go. Penny followed her lead, scrambling backwards until she was leaning against the headboard, and Yaz glanced at her.
“I didn’t ask,” she said. “How are you doing?”
Penny waved a hand. “Not about me, is it?”
“Is a little bit,” Yaz said. “You only came here ‘cause of your mum, and I’ve just made you sit in a hospital waiting room for hours. And I know you’re not exactly good with hospitals.”
“I’m all right in waiting rooms,” Penny said immediately. “It’s the exam rooms you’ve got to watch out for. And the ones with the— with the beds.” She shrugged. “Anyway, I didn’t only come ‘cause of my mum, you know.”
Yaz frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Wanted to help, didn’t I?” Penny let her head fall back. “Not that I’m all that much help, really. But you and Rose have been so good to me, and it sounded like you needed support.”
“I have Rose,” Yaz pointed out. “I wouldn’t have been alone.”
“Yeah.” Penny kicked at the blankets. “But, y’know. You need everything you can get, don’t you? I wanted—” She cut herself off.
“What?”
“Suppose I wanted to give you what I could,” Penny said. She glanced at Yaz, then quickly away. “Sorry. If you didn’t want that, I mean.”
“No,” Yaz said. “It’s definitely— I mean, I do want you here. I like having you here. I just don’t want to put too much on you. Especially when you’re already sick.”
“I’m always sick,” Penny said. “I mean, I’ve been in a bit of a flare-up, but even when I feel well, I’m sick. Can’t stop trying to help my friends just ‘cause I’m sick.” She shrugged. “Anyway, this sort of thing doesn’t take too much of my energy.” She paused, then added, “Although the hospital could stand to turn down the overhead lights, wouldn’t you say?”
Yaz surprised herself by laughing. “I was thinking the same thing.” She was quiet for a moment, and then she processed another part of what Penny had said. She shifted, turning to face Penny on the bed. “Penny, if you can’t be in the hospital rooms— if my nan wants to meet you, d’you need me and Rose to make excuses? ‘Cause we will, if you need it.”
Penny considered for a moment. “I don’t know,” she finally said. “D’you really think she’ll want to meet me?”
“She likes meeting my friends,” Yaz said. “And I don’t visit that often.”
“Okay,” Penny said. “I think I could do a short time. If there’s a chair. And as long as no one sticks anything in me.”
Yaz shook her head. “Why would they stick anything in you?”
“You never know. Doctors can be sneaky.”
“Well,” Yaz said, “I promise no one will stick anything in you.” She hesitated. “They can’t do anything without your permission, anyway. Even when you are the patient.”
“Right,” Penny said. “‘Cause we’re adults.” She nodded to herself. “Yes. I could do a short visit. Quick introduction, bit of small talk. I’m brilliant at small talk.”
Yaz rolled her eyes. “‘Course you are.”
“Oi, are you doubting me?”
Yaz fell sideways so that she was lying across Penny’s lap. “No. Don’t have the energy to doubt you.”
“Oh. That’s all right, then.” Penny hesitated. Yaz could feel her hands hovering just above her hair. “Can I braid your hair?”
Yaz shifted. “Er— yeah. If you want to.”
“It’s not going to look good, mind,” Penny said, her hands already sifting through Yaz’s hair. “I just like to occupy my hands, is the thing.”
“I don’t mind,” Yaz said. “I’ll probably just redo it before I go to bed.” She hesitated. “Or I’ll make Rose do it, more likely.”
Penny laughed softly. “Yeah. All right.” Yaz could feel Penny’s hands in her hair, separating a chunk into three strands, her fingers moving quickly as she formed the braid. Yaz let her eyes slide shut.
By the time Rose got back, Penny had finished four thin braids— no small feat, considering the length of Yaz’s hair. Yaz, for her part, was halfway to dozing off, but when she heard the door open, she pushed herself into a sitting position.
“I come bearing food,” Rose announced, dropping two plastic bags on the bed before sitting down herself. “Very nice place, by the way.”
“Told you.” Penny was already pulling cartons out of the bags. “I’m good at Yelp.” She offered Yaz a Styrofoam container. “Egg rolls?”
“Thanks.” Yaz pulled up the lid to reveal the two egg rolls. She set the container on the bed and pried open the sauce before picking up one of the egg rolls and nibbling at the edge. She wasn’t all that hungry, but she had to eat. She didn’t want to wind up passing out and causing her family’s second medical emergency of the week.
It took her most of the next two hours to eat what she considered a meal’s worth of food— and even then, they had almost half their order left over. Rose stashed it in the hotel’s minifridge, saying, “We’d better not forget that’s there.”
“We can have it tomorrow,” Yaz said. She reached out a hand towards Rose, and Rose got back on the bed and crawled towards her, catching her hand. Yaz pulled until Rose fell onto her lap, curling against her chest.
“Bedtime?” she asked.
“Well, I’m exhausted,” Yaz said. She stretched, pushing Rose off her lap so she could crawl to the edge of the bed and flip open the lid of her suitcase. She pulled out her flannel pajama pants and one of Rose’s tank tops— it might as well have been Yaz’s by now, considering that she didn’t think twice before packing it for herself. She took the clothes into the bathroom to change and brush her teeth.
“Hey, Rose,” she said when she came back out. “Will you braid my hair for me?” She still had the braids Penny had done, there among her loose hair, but to sleep she needed all her hair in one big braid so it wouldn't get tangled.
“Yeah, of course.” Rose was already sitting up. “Come sit.”
Yaz moved to sit in front of Rose, nestling between her legs— and then she noticed Penny’s eyes on her arms. Belatedly, she realized she hadn’t worn anything short sleeved in front of Penny before: she’d never really had reason to. She mostly only wore short sleeves if she’d stolen the clothes from Rose, after all, and almost always in the privacy of their home. She wondered whether she ought to say anything, but then Penny made the choice for her by saying, “I like the bird. When’d you get that?”
Yaz glanced down, trying to see the tattoo without moving her head too much. It was a sparrow, perched on a stick. “Seven years ago, maybe? Rose’s design, Dan’s execution.” She paused. “Rose, was that the first one you drew for me?”
“Don’t think so,” Rose said. “First one was the hearts, wasn’t it?”
“Oh, right.” Yaz glanced at Penny. “Other arm.” She raised the arm in question, showing Penny the inside of her wrist. The tattoo was simple, just two blue hearts next to each other— but Rose had drawn it, technically, for Dan to tattoo.
“Yaz did one on me to match,” Rose said, pausing the braiding just long enough to show Penny her left wrist. Her hearts were pink, a warm blush against her skin.
“Oh, that’s cute.” Penny tilted her head. “Bit of a commitment, isn’t it, matching tattoos?”
“Worked for us,” Rose said easily. Her hand went back to Yaz’s hair. “‘Course, we weren't really close yet when we got them. Just happened to both want the same design.” Her hand twisted a hair tie around the end of Yaz's braid, tugging gently at her hair, and then Yaz felt a kiss against the back of her head. “Okay. Done.”
Yaz leaned back against Rose’s chest. “Thanks.”
“Now get off me so I can get at my clothes,” Rose said, pushing at Yaz. Yaz rolled her eyes and moved away, and Rose slid off the bed, grabbed clothes out of her suitcase, and disappeared into the bathroom.
“D’you mind if I get dressed in here?” Penny asked, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.
“No.” Yaz glanced at her. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, anyway”
Penny grinned back. “Suppose not.”
Yaz turned away anyway, mostly out of politeness. She heard the rustling of fabric, and then the bed dipped, and Yaz turned back to see Penny in one of her striped T-shirts, wiry arms bare, with a pair of blue basketball shorts dwarfing her legs. A second later, Rose came out of the bathroom, shaking out her hair, and Penny went in with her toothbrush.
Rose sat up at the head of the bed, tucking her legs under the covers. She lifted an arm, and Yaz curled against her side, her eyes drifting shut. When Penny came out of the bathroom, Yaz opened her eyes again: she was standing in the middle of the room, her eyes traveling from Yaz and Rose to the other as-yet-untouched bed. Yaz made a split-second decision.
“Stay here with us,” she said, lifting her own arm. “I mean, if you want to.”
Penny stared at her. “What?”
“She’s right,” Rose said. “No sense leaving one person out, is there?”
Penny took an unsteady step forward. “You— I mean, you’re sure about this?”
“‘Course we are,” Yaz said. “Come on.”
Penny took the two more steps to reach the bed. The second she got there, she fell against Yaz like a rag doll. Carefully, her arm still around Penny, Rose’s arm still around her, Yaz slid herself down until her head was on the pillow; Rose and Penny came with her. Rose’s arm was around her waist, an anchor, her breath pleasantly warm against Yaz’s ear, but Penny, once invited in, held on to Yaz like a koala, one leg wrapped around Yaz’s, her head buried in Yaz’s neck. Yaz breathed out a laugh.
“When’s the last time you had a proper cuddle?” she asked, affectionate.
Penny froze. “Sorry, is it too much?”
“‘Course not,” Yaz said, tightening her hold on Penny. “It’s nice. Honest.”
“Oh.” Yaz could feel Penny’s muscles relax. “Sorry.”“Nothing to apologize for.” Yaz turned onto her side, pulling Penny closer as Rose nestled against her back. She felt herself smiling, despite the day she’d had, despite her exhaustion, despite all her lingering worry. She felt surrounded, in the best possible way. And finally, easily, she drifted off to sleep.
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Honor of Kings Tier List
That’s why we present to your attention Honor of Kings, Tier List: the best recommendations for selecting characters for victories! It doesn’t matter whether you are new to it or old hand; you need the right hero to go in for the kill. This list will hence categorize the most potent champions currently in the game based on their degree of integration in the current meta. Are you geared up for a higher ground in the field of gameplay? Let’s dive in! 🔥
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What Is the Honor of Kings, Tier List? 📜
The Honor of Kings, Tier List divides heroes by their strength, versatility andели usefulness in different roles. Heroes are categorized and ranked; from the strongest category, which is S-Tier, then the A-Tier, B-Tier category, and so on. Everyone has their play style; either you play the sniper, the lone warrior that attacks others, the one that tanks others and does not let them go past, or the ‘mage’ who launches magic upon others but has an insight that all these heroes are the best can be a plus in any battle. Therefore, it is worth talking about the best heroes of Honor of Kings and how they act in the game and the battle.
S-Tier Heroes: The Absolute Best 💪
S-Tier heroes are the strongest, and they are followed closely by A-Tier then B-Tier, and so on. These champions corner all battles and are generally referred to as ‘meta champions’, as no smart LoL player would fail to pick them if they wanted a quick victory. 1. Diao Chan (Mage) Diao Chan is perhaps one of the best mages one could get while in the game with capabilities of stunning and melting the health bar incredibly fast given the right opportunity. She shines in team fights and has the capability of placing her foes into a state of freeze therefore a menace to the other team. - Strength: High burst damage, area control - Role: Mid Lane Mage - Playstyle: Aggressive, control-focused
GameInfoX 2. Kai (Assassin) Kai is that Kunkka is among the Best Honor of Kings assassination characters. First of all, he is fast, has a lot of burst damage, and can instantly kill squishy champions which makes him one of the best jungles in the game. - Strength: High mobility, quick kills - Role: Jungle Assassin - Playstyle: Stealth and burst damage For further in-depth hero guides, for those who want to know more about these heroes, don’t forget to visit the Honor of Kings, game guide for more tips and tricks on how to control and gain mastery of these heroes.
A-Tier Heroes: Strong Contenders ⚔️
A-Tier heroes are well-rounded but to show that they are gods, which means there is just a little bit more need for skill or coordination to bring it out. The personnel are excessively competent in teams and can open games inappropriately proficient hands. 1. Gongsun Li (Marksman) Gongsun Li is agile and has high damage output which makes her a highly lethal marksman. A good feature of her is mobility which causes her to change position in impacting team fights in particular if one enjoys kiting. - Strength: Mobility, high sustained damage - Role: Bottom Lane Marksman - Playstyle: Hit-and-run tactics 2. Arthur (Tank) Arthur is a great and very flexible champion, capable of fulfilling the role of a tank most of the time while providing crucial support to his teammates. With strong crowd control and initiation, he is a great fit for the play style of players who like to coordinate fights for their team. - Strength: Durable, good crowd control - Role: Top Lane Tank - Playstyle: Frontline, engage-focused Players should pay close attention to the Honor of Kings, the latest update, and news as to the tier changes after the update.
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B-Tier Heroes: Solid Picks, But Situational 🔄
B-tier heroes are choices that are generally very good with maybe the requirement of certain team compositions or preferably against certain other heroes. Well, they can still be effective which shows that they are best used in the hands of our masters. 1. Lyu Bu (Warrior) Lyu Bu is a powerful character who can classed as an assaulter and a defender as well. Lifesteal and sustain keep him alive during the long fight and, still, he is not very mobile like other heroes. - Strength: Lifesteal, sustain - Role: Top Lane Warrior - Playstyle: Duelist, sustain-based 2. Sun Wukong (Assassin) A type of decent burst damage hero, Sun Wukong’s mobility is not as high as other assassin heroes. He is at his best when their opponents are squishy and he can get them into a position which they cannot dodge from. - Strength: High burst damage - Role: Jungle Assassin - Playstyle: Ambush-focused
C-Tier Heroes: Weak or Outdated 💔
Subsequently, C-Tier heroes do not offer sufficient ability comparable to the current meta. As much as they can be enjoyable they mostly need a lot of skill or an optimum setting to be effective. 1. Agudo (Tank) Agudo has no Mobile applications that most tanks offer nor does he have crowd control. It can take and dish out damage but it has a very low engage value which is bad. - Strength: Tanky - Role: Top Lane Tank - Playstyle: Defensive, zone control For a full list of current game codes, visit the Honor of Kings, game codes section to grab some in-game goodies that could help improve your heroes.
What Makes a Hero S-Tier in Honor of Kings? 🌟
Several factors determine a hero’s position in the Honor of Kings, Tier List: Several factors determine a hero’s position in the Honor of Kings, Tier List: - Win Rate: How frequently the hero is victorious in regards to matchmaking rating play. - Pick/Ban Rate: Often high-level gamers select or debunker the hero. - Utility: Specifically, it is defined by how much the hero influences the game with damage, control over the enemy team, or utility. - Meta Compatibility: The ability of the hero to adapt to the current gaming environment or(meta) of play. If you are interested in knowing more about the game involving playing then continue reading this article. For more information about what makes Honor of Kings a MOBA game to watch, read About Honor of Kings.
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Honor of Kings, Developer, and Updates 🚀
Honor of Kings is a game developed by Tencent’s Timi Studio which is considered to be among the best game development studios in the globe. The game is very popular and has a lot of players, the developers add new content very often to update the game. It is always useful to know what changes are coming to the balance, whether there are new heroes, and what else the game offers players. Subscribe to the patch note and balance change on the Honor of Kings, developer updates.
Frequently Asked Questions About Honor of Kings, Tier List 🙋♂️
Q1: How often is the Honor of Kings, Tier List updated?A1: The tier list is updated with every major patch, which typically includes balance changes that affect hero performance.Q2: What factors are considered in the tier rankings?A2: Win rates, pick rates, meta relevance, and hero abilities are key factors in determining where a hero is placed in the tier list.Q3: Can B-Tier heroes still be effective in ranked games?A3: Absolutely! While S and A-tier heroes are generally stronger, B-tier heroes can still be effective, especially when played by skilled players.Q4: Are all roles equally important in Honor of Kings?A4: Yes, each role plays a vital part in the game, from tanks absorbing damage to assassins taking out key targets. It’s important to balance your team composition.Q5: How can I improve with my favorite hero?A5: Practice is key. Make sure to review game guides, watch pro matches, and stay updated with Honor of Kings, game updates to adapt your playstyle.
Conclusion: Master the Battlefield with the Right Hero! 🎯
Selecting the right hero in Honor of Kings is crucial since it determines the game's outcome. We now present you with Honor of Kings, Tier List, which will provide you with the directions for choosing the top heroes and becoming the match’s victor. It doesn’t matter if you are using an S tier mage like Diao Chan or if you are testing a B-tier warrior such as Lyu Bu, the knowledge of the heroes’ attributes will help you. It is important to read the Honor of Kings, latest updates, and news regularly to know when new heroes have been introduced and whether some of them have been rebalanced. Check out these battles and go and conquer! 🏅 Total Words: 960 Read the full article
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All Hawaii Locations Where Jurassic Park Was Filmed [Full List]
When you watched the iconic Jurassic Park, a question must’ve struck your mind: Where was Jurassic Park filmed? Did it? Well, we’re here to satisfy your curiosity. Do you know California is one film location for Jurassic Park? Surprising. Isn’t it? With the correct information, we’re going to boggle your mind. Are you ready for the joyride? So, hold your T. rex, and let’s get on a remarkable adventure to unearth all the hidden gems where Jurassic Park was shot.
Hawaii
Hawaii is amazing for several reasons, offering a unique blend of natural beauty, diverse landscapes, and cultural richness. From breathtaking landscapes to Aloha Spirit and the popular Jurassic Park island, there are tons of things that make it a dream destination for many around the world. The island US state is one of the prime locations for the sci-fi film series. The most notable ones for Jurassic Park in Hawaii are: Na Pali Coast in Kauai If you are a Jurassic Park fan, Kauai is less than a paradise for you! This enchanting Hawaii island is an integral part of the iconic film series. It serves as the Isla Nublar, the place where dinosaurs roamed free once more. For die-hard admirers, the real magic happens on Kauai's Na Pali Coast, a jaw-dropping location that pulls double duty as Isla Sorna, aka "Site B." There are multiple ways to look at these gorgeous locations: By water or the air. You can get a charter boat or hover over in a plane. Kualoa Ranch in Oahu Kualoa Ranch on the Hawaiian island of Oahu played a key role in "Jurassic Park," "Jurassic World," and "Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom". There were lots of iconic stampede scenes filmed in this region. Do you know the island’s Kualoa Ranch has been turned into a thrilling experience for fans like you? Now, you can explore these very spots where movie magic happens by hopping on a bus, boat, ATV, or even an e-bike. Kipu Kai in Kauai Let’s talk about the second Jurassic Park movie! The Bowman family is enjoying a sunny beach day, but, surprise, their daughter gets ambushed by a gang of hungry little dinosaurs. Do you know that beach is actually Kipu Kai? It’s a gorgeous two-mile sandy stretch. If you want to experience this real-life Jurassic adventure, the coolest way to arrive is by water. You can ride on a boat and have the ultimate experience. Halona Beach in Oahu Remember the scene from the "Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom" where Owen, Claire, and Franklin are on a deserted beach? That part isn’t some computer graphics and is actually the famous Halona Beach on Oahu. Although reaching the beach isn’t smooth sailing, it is perfect for a romantic day out. Apart from Jurassic Park, the gorgeous Halona Beach has been a major part of Hollywood hits like Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides" and "From Here to Eternity. Allerton Garden in Kauai Hawaii's flora and fauna are the first thing visitors notice when they enter the Island. It’s because plants and animals are gigantic here. That may be a big reason the makers picked the Allerton Garden in Kauai's National Tropical Botanical Garden as a location for the film. If you are thinking of experiencing the Allerton Garden in real life, you can explore it on your own. Apart from that, there’s an option of a tour to discover flora and fauna here and on the other Hawaiian Islands. Manawaiopuna Falls in Kauai Famously known as "Jurassic Park Falls," Manawaiopuna Falls is always on a visitor’s Kauai adventure list! In the first Jurassic Park film, these falls can be seen in helicopter scenes. Although these gorgeous falls are on private land, you can still get a glimpse of them. All you need to do is book a helicopter ride and Voila! You’re there. Honolulu Zoo in Oahu Let’s accept this: Oahu was the best spot to shoot Jurassic Park. The zoo for Jurassic Park in Honolulu is an example of that. Nestled gorgeously in Kapi'olani Regional Park, the Honolulu Zoo in Oahu played a role as the children's petting zoo in "Jurassic World." Even though you won't find real dinosaurs there (no surprise!), you can still meet around 900 other fascinating animals. So, be ready to see a range of amazing creatures - from orangutans and Komodo dragons to lemurs, giraffes, sloths, rhinos, penguins, elephants, and a variety of reptiles, amphibians, and birds – the zoo has it all! In the End Now you know where was Jurassic Park filmed in Hawaii and how you can get there. So, pack your bag and embark on an adventure for a lifetime. All the best! Read the full article
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The Student Prince Chapters 31-35 Review!
The Student Prince by FayJay
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Chapter 31
“Glad to hear u r OK. Sorry cannot come back this term. Merry Xmas.” That’s the opening of this chapter. It’s a text from Arthur to Merlin and Merlin starts freaking out that Arthur wants nothing to do with him after that whole murder situation. “Of course, Merlin was pretty damned sure that if he'd just seen somebody he was sleeping with turn around and kill somebody they both knew – kill them really quite horribly, and whilst they were trying to run away, at that – well, he'd probably have been a bit horrified himself.” At least Merlin is somewhat self-aware.
Merlin has a chat with Morgause who tells him that he’ll end up killing more people if he takes the job to protect Arthur. Merlin acts like this is brand new information.
Later, Lance and Merlin are getting ice cream and Merlin asks Lance if he would stop loving Gwen if she robbed a bank. Hopefully not. How else is he supposed to get his share of the loot? Anyways, Lance of course says he wouldn’t and brings up Arthur because Merlin is not subtle. Lance tells Merlin to not assume things on Arthur’s behalf. That’s pretty good advice.
Merlin has an aneurism over sending an “I miss you” text to Arthur. Arthur responds with, “Me 2. Hope to see u in the New Year.” Yikes. That’s not really something you text your boyfriend. It would be more like, “See you in the New Year!”
Chapter 32
Merlin and Gwen are taking the train home and Gwen is worried about seeing her mother’s side of the family.
Merlin worries about Arthur, “He was wondering where Arthur was right now, and what he was doing. It was five days since he'd seen his face.” Wait, I’m sorry. It’s only been FIVE DAYS? Calm the fuck down, Merlin, damn. I thought it had been like two weeks or something.
Gwen invites Merlin to go see fireworks with her, Lance and a few other people. Merlin asks if he can bring Will.
Merlin gets home to his mother, “And then he was ringing the doorbell, and he could make out his mother's sihouette through the frosted glass, and a moment later he was holding her tight, startled again that she was so much smaller than she should be and losing himself in the familiar smell of her hair and the warm press of her arms.” Why the hell is he ringing to doorbell to his own home? That’s really weird.
“There was so much he wanted to tell her – about his magic, and about Arthur, and about Morgana and Gaius and Gwen and everything that had happened to him since she waved him off at the train all those months ago. But he couldn't find the words, and he had a lowering suspicion that if he did try to explain himself he'd end up in tears.” Has… Merlin not spoken to his mother since September? What?
A couple of days before Christmas, Morgana breaks her radio silence and asks Merlin, “’Oh my God, Merlin, did you know?’ ‘...sorry?’ ‘Did you know what he was going to do?’ she hissed.” “’You didn't know? Bloody hell fire, I never thought – Uther's going absolutely ballistic. I don't think they're going to show the whole thing on the Beeb after all – at least he's trying to stop them from airing it, but they're quoting the Royal Charter back at him, and it's all on tape, and they've got an army of lawyers, and he can't actually have Mark Thompson or Martin Bashir beheaded, however much he might want...’ her voice was stifled suddenly, and Merlin strained to pick up what was happening. ‘Shit – sorry, got to go. Look, if they air it – you'll want to watch it.’” How fucking useless. I fucking hate it when people start a conversation to make a massive big deal about something and then don’t answer questions or explain what the fuck is going on. It’s a huge pet peeve for me.
Merlin texts Arthur asking what the fuck is going on and his response to Merlin is just as useless as Morgana’s phone call, “Everything alrightish. Do not think pater likes his Xmas present much. Please watch Bashir interview tomorrow if it airs? Am v. sorry about all of this. <3”
Then the chapter ends on that cliffhanger. It would be annoying if it wasn’t painfully obvious that Arthur outed himself in the interview.
Chapter 33
Merlin and his mother are watching the interview Arthur gave and she gets all up in Merlin’s business trying to get him to tell her what the big reveal is. Calm down.
“’How are you finding life as a student?’ Bashir asked, his voice warm and attentive. Arthur smiled. ‘Obviously I have quite a heavy workload, with essays and presentations and things – International Relations is fascinating, but it's not exactly a walk in the park.’ He laughed. ‘And my other subjects are just as bad! I'm afraid I've spent a lot of late nights in the library – that's a bit sad, isn't it?’” What? That’s news to me. When has Arthur ever gone to the library? Does he even know where it is? Arthur is a liar.
Arthur tells the interviewer all about Raisin Sunday and Half of Monday. “’That sounds like fun!’ said Merlin's mother, beaming over at him. ‘Did you do that, cariad?’” I am convinced that Merlin literally never called his mother once in four months. How would she not know any of this? Merlin is a horrible son.
“’Well – more or less like a normal student. There are always bodyguards, and so forth, but I do my own laundry and burn my own toast, like anyone else.’….” Again, when? Arthur gets his toast from the cafeteria. Stop making up weird lies, Arthur.
The interviewer awkwardly asks Arthur about a girlfriend. They have a really long winded conversation where they really beat a dead horse instead of actually getting to the point and Arthur says at least four times, “I don’t think I’ll ever get married,” and the interviewer kind of drops the ball. It’s an annoying conversation because all Arthur had to do was say, “I’ll probably never get married because I’m gay,” instead of beating around the bush for 84 years.
“’I'm really not expecting to meet the girl of my dreams over a jar of coffee, because I'm gay, Martin,’ Arthur said, each word clear and deliberate.” Fucking finally. He could have just said that the second the dude brought up the parents meeting over coffee story instead of going on and on and on and on.
Arthur gives a big long speech about how he can’t hide his sexuality with all the bullies and hate crimes and such and I’m just kind of “too little too late” because he never once did anything about Kay, who he even praised in the interview. So it’s fallen on deaf ears for me.
The interviewer asks Arthur if he has a boyfriend and Arthur says that he hopes so. I would actually be furious with Arthur if I was Merlin, to be honest. Arthur did this entire thing and outed their relationship to the entire world without so much as a heads up to Merlin. He’s an ass. Merlin of course doesn’t see it that way and flips his shit. "Merlin?" said Hunith, her voice going suddenly shrill. “Merlin? tell me you didn't seduce the Prince of Wales? You're not having an affair with Prince Arthur, are you? You're not, are you? Merlin?” Merlin does not love his mother. He doesn’t tell her shit. She probably doesn’t even know what his major is.
Chapter 34
Gwen immediately calls Merlin and confronts him about being with Arthur. Merlin says it’s true then gets off the phone with her to call Arthur… who doesn’t answer.
Merlin then calls Morgana who answers the phone with a whisper. “’Oh, thank God – is this a good time?’ he asked, wondering where she was and who was listening.” I mean, I feel like her answering the phone with a whisper is a fairly good indication that it’s not a good time but what do I know? Morgana tells Merlin that Uther is pissed and that he has to rewrite the whole King’s Speech now to address Arthur’s coming out. Morgana says shit has really hit the fan and she’s worried that Arthur is going to be forced to step out of the line of succession which would make her the heir to the throne. Merlin tells Morgana to tell Arthur he loves him and then they hang up.
Gaius calls Merlin and asks him about that love spell from forever ago. Merlin tells Gaius that he was the one who kissed Arthur and broke the spell. Gaius is worried about Uther’s feelings about Merlin once he finds out that Merlin is the one whom Arthur came out for. Then Gaius is, as usual, a useless critical asshole, yelling at Merlin for shit that isn’t his fault. “’Really – do you stay up late at night trying to work out the most stressful thing you can throw at me?’ ‘No!’ Merlin said. And then he felt a wash of guilt, because Gaius was an old man. ‘No, sir. Sorry, sir.’ ‘When I asked you to try to keep out of trouble over Christmas, this really wasn't what I meant, you know.’ ‘But this isn't my fault!’ ‘And yet here you are in the middle of it again, Merlin.’” Then he makes it even worse by asking Merlin if he has any siblings. Gaius is the worst.
Christmas Morning, Merlin and Hunith are watching the news and Kay gets the most infuriating redemption arc ever. He assaults a journalist who is trying to offer him money for information on Arthur. “I'll stick your bloody camera where the sun don't shine, you scum! Offering me bloody money for dirt on Arthur! You're not worth the mud under his shoes, you leeches, even if he is a bloody poof! He's our bloody poof!”
Like… am I supposed to forget all the shit he’s pulled? Because I don’t. Merlin thinks about how he is rooting for Kay and he and his mother decided it’s great how loyal he is to Arthur. What. The. Fuck. Nope. Fuck right off with that.
Chapter 35
Uther gives his King’s Speech and it’s all very boring and blah blah blah. Here’s the only part we care about, “Let me make this absolutely clear: Arthur is, and will remain, the heir to the throne. Whether the Church of England finds the prospect of him eventually becoming Head of the Church of England to be tenable or not is of course a matter for the Archbishop of Canterbury and his colleagues to discuss, and it is possible that when he succeeds me as king he will not succeed me as Head of the Church.’ Uther's voice dropped lower, and his expression grew sterner. ‘But succeed me he most certainly will.’” Good job, Uther.
The King’s Speech ends and Merlin’s mother is super annoying, “’Ooh, no,’ said Hunith, shaking her head in disapproval. ‘I don't know about importing random Germans to be king! No, no, you'll have to sort something out with a surrogate mother, or adopt a Romanian orphan or something.’”
This isn’t the first time she’s said anything like this either. Merlin and Arthur have been together for like two months and they are 18. Stop it. Merlin agrees with me.
Morgana and Merlin text each other and it’s weird because they get super specific when in the previous chapter she says she shouldn’t talk to him on the phone because paparazzi have spies on the phones. Whatever. Morgana says Arthur left Merlin a message, “I quote: ‘Second star to the right, and straight on till morning. Another stupid adventure. Come and be king of the world?’ Does that make any sense to you?”
Merlin creates a magic door on his bedroom and has a chat with the dragon. They banter. Merlin just tells him he wants the dragon to take him somewhere in a few days. Well that was stupid. Now Merlin is stuck with the dragon. Why didn’t he just create the door the day he wanted to go somewhere?
Merlin and Arthur meet at that building they snuck into and spent the night at that one time. They have a big conversation and make out and it’s nice but it’s right in front of Arthur’s bodyguard so it’s super awkward. Then Arthur invites Merlin to go with him to meet Uther. The end.
So that’s all folks. The famed Student Prince fic! Now I know sometimes in reviews I come off sounding a little hateful but I do actually like this fic for the most part. The parts I hate just kind of overshadow the parts I like. I dislike Gwen and Lance in this fic because their will they won’t they set up is so infuriating but not in a well written angsty way. It’s ridiculous and no real person acts the way they do in this fic. I also HATE Kay. There was absolutely no reason to have him written the way he was and then continuously beat us over the head with it in EVERY. SINGLE. SCENE. Then that redemption arc? Get the fuck out of here with that. I found Arthur to be genuinely unlikable. He’s an asshole to Merlin during the whole Raisin Weekend thing and he’s an asshole when it comes to his weird undying loyalty to Kay. Fucking. Stop. That’s about all want to say about the fic. I feel like anything would just repeating myself. I did like the general Arthur/Merlin angst, minus when Arthur is being an asshole towards Merlin. I also like Raisin Sunday and Half of Monday.
Until next time!
#merlin#bbc merlin#merlin fic#review#Student Prince#that's all folks#worst redemption arc ever#it solves nothing#kay still needs to be hit by a bus#arthur doesn't respect merlin#merlin is a murderer though
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Kawata twins x younger bro with attachment issues-ish
Summary: before the tenjiku arc souya and nahoya got seriously injured making them get hospitalized leaving [name] all alone in the fight with the hatani brothers
P.S reader is in toman and is like 12-13
WARNING: death, hospitals , Tokyo’s revengers spoilers, violence , slight blood mentions
It was the night before the tenjiku conflict when [name] found out that both of his brothers have been put in the hospital. “Huh? What do you mean that Souya and Hoya are in the h-hospital?” [Name] said while slightly shaking from Hakkai’s words “They got jumped by the Hatani brothers along with Taka-chan [name],” Hakkai said angrily with a serious face.
As [name] was rushing to the hospital, leaving toman behind. Theres no way, they possibly couldn’t get that hurt right? [Name] tried to reassure himself as he got closer to the hospital. Why is it when i decided not to be by their side they get hurt…? It’s all my fault… The back of his mind though as he tried his best not to think negative
As name entered the hospital he rushed towards the reception desk, “ H-hi do you know what room I can find Souya and Nahoya Kawata in ?” [Name] asked“There in room 306 Sir” The lady replied to [name] as he said a quick thank you while running to room 306.
When [name] reached the door of the room his brothers were in, he tried to compose himself. As he knocked on the door he heard a weary “Come in.”
While [Name] opened the door and saw his brothers look so hopeless in the hospital bed he ran to the bed that Nahoya was in and started bawling his eyes out. Nahoya was stunned to see his younger brother run up to him so quickly, *sniff* *sniff* “SOWYA , HOWYA DON’T EVER-” *sniff* “ SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!” “You-you could’ve…di-di-DIED!” [Name] said in between gasps.
While Souya and Nahoya looked at each other nervously, then looked at their younger brother currently crying his eyes out on Nahoya’s shoulder. They didn’t mean to make his younger bro cry… they would never do such an awful thing like that.
“We’re so sorry [name], we never wanted to make you cry-” “ I-It’s all my fault, If…If i was there you two wouldn’t of gotten hurt, I-I’m so useless!” The Kawata twins would be lying if they said they didn’t feel like a couple of assholes right now, making their younger brother cry like that even though they promised that they would never make [name] cry again. They were a bunch of liars.
“[Name] look at me.” Souya gently said to [Name]. As he looked up at his older blue haired brother he saw his wounds, god did they look awful. [Name] started to cry more as he saw Souya’s wounds. “The fact that we’re in hospital right now is not your fault do you hear me? It’s not your fault, so you don’t need to cry anymore kay? “Al-alright.” *sniff* *sniff* [Name] said.
As the three brothers continued to chat for a few hours Nahoya and Souya decided it was getting late and name should probably head back home. “[Name] you should probably go back home soon, it’s getting late” Souya said worriedly. “Oh, ok.” [Name] said. “One more thing [Name], are you still going to the tenjiku brawl ?” Nahoya asked curiously. “Oh… yea, I am.” [Name] replied back. “Oh…ok. Bye bye [Name]” Nahoya and Souya said. While [Name] walked out the door. “He’s definitely gonna come back into the room.” Nahoya said “Mhm” Souya said as he nodded along.
Then after Souya nodded he heard the door creak and saw a teary eyed [Name] “I’m sorry i just have to see you two again one last time tonight…” [Name] said shyly “Bye bye.” Souya and Nahoya said once again to their little brother as he left the room
The next day
The next day hit [Name] like a bus. He had a nightmare that his brothers died in the hospital, which didn’t make his day any better. [Name] was so drained due to the dream because he also couldn’t fall back asleep .
While [Name] got ready to go visit his brothers in the hospital before the toman meeting, much to his dismay they weren’t there in the hospital which made [Name] a worried mess. Calm down [Name] calm down, what would Souya do in this situation? [Name] thought desperately trying to find an answer. “I’ll ask Hakkai lemme text him real quick.Since Mitsuya was in this hospital too” he quietly muttered.
“Hey hakkai do you know where my brothers and Mitsuya are?”
“Oh yea about that >:/ they kinda snuck out the hospital but dw im with them :D”
“THEY DID WHAT?!??! but ty for telling me Hakkai”
“Don’t worry about it! We’re currently on our way to the toman meeting”
As [Name] rushed to the toman meeting he realized he was very late. “Well, well would you believe it the 4th division’s vice - vice captain being late to the toman meeting.” Nahoya teased “shudupp hoya, you have alot of nerve its your fault I’m late anyways!!” [Name] yelled at his older brother
Why is the boss takin so long? [Name] thought to himself as he heard a motorcycle in the distance. Finally Mikey is here. Thought [Name] but to his surprise it was Takemichi and Inupi. “Huhhh? What are they doing here?” [Name] muttered to himself.
As Takemichi walked up the stairs on the shrine he clears his voice and said “Today our president’s younger sister died in an accident…so, therefore Mikey and Draken will not be joining us during the tenjiku conflict, but… I still want to fight tenjiku, in… in Mikeys honor!”
After Takemichi spoke murmurs were heard across the toman members, and people started to disagree on going to fight and started turning their backs, preparing to leave. Well that was until Nahoya said “ Takemichi’s not the type to pick a fight he won’t win, because he’s a fuckin dumbass, so even if the odds are against us, we still should try, ya know?” Now those words, they got toman fired up so now they were pumped up ready to go to the fight.
When toman arrived there a few select people were shocked, but excited to fight. As everyone got in their positions they realized the huge difference 400 of tenjiku versus 50 of toman. That was until Shion walked up and said he was apparently gonna take on the leading battle or whatever that was [Name] didn’t care, all he wanted was revenge on those Hatani brothers.
When Shion went down because Peh punched him that fired up even more. “The rest is up to you Takemichi.” He said, Takemichi took a deep breath then said “Are you…ready?” Then after that a few shook their head up and down as a response “Well then, LETS GO TOMAN!” Takemichi yelled as everyone quickly started fighting.
The fight was going well for [Name] and the other toman members. Well, that was until [Name] heard a voice that asked, “Are the two of you you in the fourth and second division by any chance?” “Who said that?” [Name] asked Hakkai “I dunno” he replied back. “Ahh so it’s true more leftovers from last time Ran. What should we should we do with them?” The voice said back to them. “So tell me fourth division member, how’s your two older brothers doing?” The guy named Ran said as he smiled mischievously “What did you say? I would love for you to repeat that, you fucker.” “Tch” he replied back in return.
“How about we settle this fare and square, since you two walked up to me and Hakkai you get to throw the first moves on us, sounds alright to you?” “Yea, Yeah whatever” Ran said in return. Now that i think about it this is the longest I’ve been away from my brothers, I hope it doesn’t happen to me again. [Name] thought. “Yo’ [Name] the way these brothers move is actually a hassle, we have to find a way to break their combo. Ya understand?” Hakkai said “Agreed but I kinda have a plan to beat them, so just follow my movements right?” “ Hmh” Hakkai said in response.
“Shit!” [Name] muttered under his breath. “They must think im weak because im the the younger bro.” Rindō said “Well ya better put them in their place Rindō.” While Hakkai got back on his feet he asked’ “How’s your nose [Name]?” “I think its broken.” [Name] said back while he licked the blood that was running down his face. “Mannnnnn this sucks big time don’t ya think Hakkai? We haven’t been able to throw a single punch!” [Name] complained.
“Man these guys have zero rhythm together” Ran said teasingly, while Rindō added on to him saying “Whadda bunch of losers!” They spat to the two younger brothers while they muttered to themselves “Think! Think! Think! Souya/Nahoya/Yuzuha would definitely get it.” “Wait… WHAT DID YOU SAY???” The two boys said at the same time. “Huhhhh! You’re not doing good yourself at alllllll! Ya danm liar!” Hakkai said “Says the one crying for his older sister for help!” [Name] spat back.
What was that? Chifuyu thought. Oh it’s just Hakkai and [Name] fighting together… WAIT! Hakkai and [Name] that’s a horrible combo! Chifuyu thought back again nervously.
“What the fuck did you say to me Hakkai?! I dare you say it again!” “ You know I will! You’re a dumbass who’s a fuckin liar!” “Oh now you’ve done it you bitch!” Now chifuyu could hear the full argument those two were having. “Get outta MY WAY [Name]!” “No you get outta MY WAY!” The two said as they were purposely shoving into each other. “ Those two are screwed big time because they’re both the youngest! They’ve been coddled around by their older siblings carrying their flaws!” Chifuyu said loud enough so the both of them could hear. As those two stoped yelling with each other they turned to Chifuyu and started yelling at him “HUHHH?!?! DONT LUMP ME IN WITH THIS DUMBASS!” They said to him “Dumbass?! Who the fuck are you calling a dumbass [Name]?!” Hakkai yelled. “Obviously you you’re the only one im yelling at?!?!” “You two need to stop yelling at each other!” Chifuyu yelled but he was a moment to late, The Hatani brothers already struck again sending [Name] and Hakkai flying.
“Bring your older siblings next time you whiney ass mooches.” Ran said angrily probably mad at all the bickering those two did. “Pfffffffftttt! HE CALLED YOU A MOOCH!” Hakkai laughed. “HE WAS TALKING TO YOU TOO DUMBASS!” “I just realized this…but we’re so much like each other, we’re always following our older siblings around and hiding in their shadows.” Hakkai said. “Yeah you’re right.” [Name] replied back.
Currently wherever the older Kawata brothers and Mitsuya are
“Hey Smiley, you’re spacing out again. You ok?” Mitsuya asked. “Huh, oh nothing I just remembered something. It’s just that [Name] has been following us ever since that day” Nahoya said back to him. “I wonder if he’ll be ok with us being away from him for this long.” Souya said in response. “You two are so overprotective of [name]! He’ll be fine on his own he’s strong.” Mitsuya laughs. “I hope so.” Nahoya replies.
“It’s just that name gets all nervous and scared when he’s not around us for about 1-4 hours, and we’ve been gone for about more than an hour. And when we’re away for longer than that [Name] gets all scared and starts to cry.” Souya said. “Since [Name] is always hiding around us he’s way to soft and harsh so he can’t really control those feelings while he’s fighting. But when he cries that control just comes off, and he starts crying that would make him 100 times stronger than the both of us combined.” Nahoya added on“Woah.” Mitsuya said shocked [Names] ability. “And ever since that one time it happened [Name] just followed us around everywhere.”
Back at the tenjiku conflict
“Bring it on, jackasses!” [Name] said seriously to thje Hatani brothers. As him and Hakkai started running towards them attempting to tackle them. “FUCK!” Hakkai yelled as he got thrown down by Ran then got hit by his baton. “I’m taking your leg next!” Rindō warns [Name] then sends him on the ground. “[NAME]!” Hakkai screams, as Rindō does his jolt locking technique on [Names] leg, “AGH! SHIT!” [Name] yelled as he heard a crack sound come from his leg. “I broke your leg and nose so now you can’t possibly fight.” Rindō chuckles at [Names] motionless body, so now it’s just you right Hakkai!” Ran laughs.
Shit what do I do? I CANT feel my leg, or my nose. I’m sorry Hakkai, but I’m so afraid, Souya or Nahoya is here to tell me what to do. “STOP DONT DO THAT, LEAVE HAKKAI ALONE!” [Name] yelled while Rindō was about to pull the same move on him and break his arm. “ THAT ISNT FAIR!” [Name] yelled again. At this rate if I don’t stop them, Hakkai will die. Name thought worriedly about the boy. *sniff* *sniff* “wehhhh!”
“What’s that sound Rindō?” Ran said curiously. “It sounds like someone is crying.” Rindō replied back to his older brother, stepping away from Hakkai the turned around to see [Name] standing up on his broken leg crying. “Woah…Creepy” The two tenjiku brothers said. “I want my brothers!” [Name] yelled while crying. He walked towards the Hatani brothers he muttered “I’m sorry I didn’t stay with you two.”
“How the hell is he walking on a broken leg?” Ran said. “You really shouldn’t push it ya know, or maybe I’ll have to brake another leg.” Rindō threatened [Name]. Rindō got prepared to fight the crying boy once again, As he launched to tackle the boy, he was shocked [Name] wouldn’t move, no matter how much force Rindō used, [Name] would just stand their unfazed. There’s no way he could see through my tackle. Rindō thought nervously.
“The last time I was away from my brothers for this long was when i was in my 3rd year of elementary…and i got jumped by some random middle schoolers, but my brothers were out sick and i ended up getting scared and nervous, before I knew it all those middle schoolers were on the ground.” [Name] said quietly enough so only Rindō could hear. “[Name], you gotta stop thats enough” Hakkai said. “Rindō you should back off for now, thing’s aren’t looking very good!” Ran yelled to his younger brother.
But Ran was a second to late [Name] had already punched Rindō, knocking him out. “RINDŌ!” Ran yelled, the fact that his younger brother was down just my a punch from this wimpy middle schooler that started crying was too much for him to fathom. “W-where’d he go?” Ran said as his voice was shaking. But he couldn’t find [Name] anywhere. “You’re to slow. Braid bitch.” [Name] whispered to Ran, as he knocked him out.
Then suddenly it all went to a stop, tenjiku was shocked “HUHHHH?! THAT CRYBABY JUST KNOCKED DOWN THE HATANI BROTHERS?!?” Yelled the tenjiku members. “Now hold on just on just one second!” A voice said to [Name], it was Mocchi, the guy who fought his brothers back when they were in their own gang. “Now see here, I already whopped your brothers asses before, so I bet the same would apply for you right?” [Name] didn’t respond, instead of getting a reply Mocchi got slammed down on the ground, [Name’s] doings of course.
While Hakkai got up he walked up towards [Name] and asked “Are you really the same [Name]? Because, THAT WAS SO AWESOME!” Hakkai’s amazement towards [Name] made him smile.
“Oh so I see now. You’re the Kawata’s twins shadow so I won’t go easy on you [Name].” “Mucho.” [Name] said. Mucho is strong, so I’ll match up with that strength. Thought [Name]. Then suddenly, Mucho lifted [Name] in the ground and attempted to body slam him but to tenjiku and toman’s surprise they expected Mucho to win but, [Name] put his leg around Mucho’s neck and did a reverse body slam on him. Now this, this left everyone shocked, MUCHO?!?! “WHAT THE HELL HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU [NAME]?!!” “[Name] just destroyed a huge part of tenjiku! All by himself too!”
As [Name] and toman continued fighting with tenjiku, [Name] started to feel weary, like he was about to collapse, well maybe that was because Kakucho slammed him and his multiple head injuries. “Hakkai, Chifuyu I don’t think I’ll be able to continue anymore.” [Name] said with a warm, comforting smile before falling to the ground. “[NAME]!” Chifuyu yelled.
Huh? This ceiling, I recognize it but, I hate it so much. It gives so much bad memories. The hospitalized boy thought. Where even am I? What happened to me… My mind is kinda fogged right now. The boy thought again.
A few moments after the boy woke up from his sleep in this weird room he remembers but hates at the same time. The boy fell back asleep.
“[Name]… you better wake up soon, so I could scold you for being a huge dumbass of a brother!” A faint voice that the boy recognized said.
“Huh… what’s going on? Nahoya, Souya? Why do you two look so sad? Where am I? The just woken [Name] said confused, with his mind still being hazy and all.
“[N-NAME]! YOU’RE SUCH A DUMBASS YOU SCARED US!” Souya cried to his confused younger brother. “H-huh what’s going on? Why are you crying Souya?” [Name] said now even more confused then last time. “You’ve been in a coma for almost a month [Name]. That was so foolish of you [Name] loosing control of yourself and using all that strength. If only we were there to stop you this wouldn’t of happened.” Nahoya said tearing up.
Now Nahoya’s words hit name like a truck. He didn’t want them to think because he ended up in the hospital was his fault, it was actually because of his selfish acts. As the sad boy tried to find words to explain that it wasn’t his brothers fault he’s in the hospital, it just came out as incomprehensible nonsense to his brothers, the boy was just sobbing while trying to form words.
While the sobbing boy tried to form words to apologize to his older brothers he just couldn’t form proper words. As the two older brothers tried to comprehend what he was saying they pulled him into a warm hug. “We’re just glad you’re ok [Name].” The older brothers said. “Who knows what we would’ve done if you were.” “I’m glad you two are okay to.”
A few weeks later
[Name] was discharged out from the hospital with a few scratches here and there a fixed broken arm and a almost fixed broken nose.
As [Name] walked home happily with his brothers he was so excited to tell his brothers what happed when he fought the Hatani brothers he started off like. “So first they decided to walk up to me and Hakkai, right? And they were like ummmm talking shit bout you to you know? And we aint let them slide. So then they were all like WHAM BA BAM! To me and Hakkai and we got hurt, but we wasn’t gonna give up that easily so we hit them back like BIM BA BAM! Right? So then after that we got hurt again, but like it was i gotta lie down kinda hurt, so we was on the ground for a while. Then hear this Souya and Hoya,” “Yea what happened after that?” The brothers said so intrigued in [Name’s] story. Completely understanding what he ment by things like “WHAM BA BAM!”
“Right so this bitch Ran has the audacity to call me a whiny ass mooch!” [Name] said continuing his story. A gasp could be heard from Nahoya as he got a bit pissed that someone called his brother a mooch. “Continue, continue!” Souya said excitedly clearly interested in the story.
“Alright, alright! So then after that Hakkai and I get back up we was ready to fight again. Then after that i got tackled by the other brother uhhhh Rindō, and he broke my arm. So then after that Hakkai was getting hit but I couldn’t do anything. Then…then after that suddenly BAM! All of tenjiku’s big 4 were on the ground!” [Name] said finishing his story.
“Well [Name] I guess there’s only one more thing to do after we found out our younger bro knocked down tenjiku’s big 4!” Nahoya said to [Name] with a genuinely proud smile on his face, as Souya gave his younger bro a head pat while also smiling. “Yeah! Yeah! What is it?” [Name] asked excitedly. “Well what kinda older bros would we be if we didn’t take our baby bro to get ramen!” Nahoya said. “ Our treat of course.” Souya added on.
As the three siblings walked home and talked on and on about how they were so proud of their baby bro fighting without their help.
#x male reader#anime#tokyo revengers#tok rev x male reader#tokyo rev fluff#tokyo revengers x male reader#tok rev fluff#tokyo rev x reader#anime / manga#souya kawata#nahoya kawata#kawata brothers#first post
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Change of Plans
Robby Keene x sibling!reader
Johnny Lawrence x child!reader
warnings: alcohol
a/n: this was such a random idea but im a stupid cobra kai fan and i had to write it my brain said so.
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Moon’s party was a bust. Scratch that—busted. It’s like there were no rivalries when everyone scattered. Your Cobra Kais, the Miyagi-Dos, and everyone in between. But as you tried to make your escape, your estranged brother grabbed you by the arm. “Y/N, I need your help.” Words you’ve been waiting for since you could remember. Held in his other arm was his girlfriend, Sam, looking as if she was about to fall over. You called it at the beginning of the party when you caught sight of her “friendly” competition with Tory.
“Yeah, what do you need?” You asked while leading them away from the heat.
“Can we crash at Dad’s? She can’t go home like this.” You looked over at her eyes that seemed to be begging and nodded in agreement, taking them away to their safe haven. It was a decent ways away—a few bus stops, at least—but when you finally got home, your dad was waiting up for you.
“Hi, Dad…I brought friends.” You smiled after he opened the door for you three. You shuffled in with the rest of them and Johnny pulled you aside into the kitchen while your brother and his girlfriend waited in the living room.
“What is LaRusso’s daughter doing here?” He whisper-yelled at you.
“Are you familiar with the term, ‘drunk?’” You gave him the smart-ass reply and he buried his face in his hands to groan. “It’s Robby, okay? I had to help him out. I know you would help him in a heartbeat, too.”
“Yes, I know, you’re right. Always right.” He sighed, throwing his head back and trying to hash this out in his head. “Okay, I can deal with this.” Johnny walked over to his son and brought them down the hall. “Your old room is pretty much untouched, she can stay in there for tonight. But you’re gonna have to stay somewhere else, this already looks bad as it is.” He explained as they got Sam situated, but as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.
“Robby can take my room, it’s fine.” You offered and pointed the across the hall. “I can take the couch for tonight.”
“You sure? I could sleep on the couch, I’m used to it.” Robby said and you pat him on the back.
“Exactly why I’m taking it.” You grabbed a change of clothes from your drawer and left him be. After a quick shower, you found your dad waiting for you on the couch. “Can I help you with something?” You rubbed your wet hair off with a t-shirt and threw it on the table.
“Were you drinking tonight?” Johnny asked, giving you a strange fatherly look as he leaned his elbows on his knees.
“A little bit, no where near what the princess downed.” You shrugged your crossed arms and waited for him to make his point.
“I thought you knew better.” He told you and you cracked a smile at the comment, sitting down beside him.
“Come on, Dad. It was a party, I had a few beers. That’s all.” You assured him, which he seemed to get, but still wasn’t happy. “It’s not like it’s an everyday thing, how often do you see me go to parties? At least I’m not stealing your beer from the fridge anymore.”
“I knew that was you!” Johnny pointed at you. “Had me thinking I was going crazy.” You both laughed together a few moments, letting it die down slowly. “It’s alright, I trust you not to make the same mistakes as me and your mom. Just promise me you’ll keep on the right track.”
“I promise.” You told him and he stood up from the couch.
“Good. Well, since tonight’s your last Saturday before school starts, you can stay up a little while. Watch some TV or something. I’ll see you in the morning.” Johnny said goodnight and headed for his room. Once you heard the door close, you turned the TV on and threw a blanket over your shoulders, relaxing after a crazy-ass night. You flipped through channels a while until a dark figure appeared from the hallway, you squinted to check who it was.
“Robby?” You asked as he stepped into the light of the television screen and looked at what you were watching.
“Is that Roseanne? What is with you guys and the 80s.” Robby half-joked as you scooted up and brought your legs to your chest.
“Okay, Swayze,” you middle-named him, “what do you want?” You asked and pat the couch cushion beside you.
“Just couldn’t sleep. Ever get so tired that you’re not tired anymore?” Robby sat beside you and you turned the volume down a few notches.
“Yeah, all the time…you’re also probably nervous about Sam’s dad, am I wrong?” For a sibling who never really grew up near their brother, you still knew him pretty well. Maybe it was a sibling thing, maybe he was just easy to read, but you cared about him enough to want to help.
“Maybe a little. I mean, he let me live with them when Mom disappeared, he taught me karate, stopped me from burning out. I owe a lot to him, but I let his daughter get drunk at a party and brought her to his least favorite person’s place. It kind of feels like I’m betraying him.” Robby vented to you, probably the most serious he’d been with you in years—without it being an argument.
“It was her choice to get plastered, Robby. She was trying to prove something, that’s not on you. I know you like her, but taking the fall for her might not be the best idea here.” You softly explained, which made him sigh deeply and shake his head, but he knew what you were saying was somewhat true.
“I can’t do that. She made a mistake, one that might really mess things up for her.” He leaned back on the couch and looked over at you. “I’d do it for her. I know you don’t think she’s worth it, but she is to me.”
“Who said I don’t think she’s worth it?” You ruffled your brows together and half-smiled at him, a little taken aback by the comment. “If I hated her like the rest of the dojo, I wouldn’t have brought her back to my home.” Robby thought about what you said for a minute, feeling like a jerk for it. “Dude, I really don’t care about all the feuding shit, and I get the whole thing with the LaRusso’s, I’m glad they’re helping…but why didn’t you come to us?”
“I—” Robby hesitated a moment, “I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t feel like I could.” You snickered at his answer. “What?”
“I don’t know why you’re lying, but we can stick with that for now. I just think that if you take the fall for her, you might mess all that up. LaRusso has a really short temper for someone who preaches balance.” You stretched your arms up and your back over the arm of the couch while Robby stayed silent, having no way to really argue with that comment. “Wanna watch TV with me?”
“Sure.” He chuckled and you reached behind the couch for another blanket, tossing it at your brother’s face before turning the volume back up. From there, Robby had been tuning in and out of the show, thinking about what you’d said to him. He always wondered what it would have been like being raised by Johnny instead of Shannon, but he always forgot that there was an example who was just a phone call away at all times. But as the two of you sat in silence watching reruns of shows you used to distract yourself with on late nights, you both drifted off on the same couch like little kids again.
When Johnny woke up, he found you both awkwardly passed out on the couch, you practically kicking Robby in the ribs while his arm was draped over his own face. Your dad smiled at a sight he hadn’t seen in years, not since he babysat the two of you on Shannon’s “late nights” or went to pick you up from your mom’s after working a night shift. So he took out his new phone and took a few minutes to figure out where the camera was, luckily finding it before either of you could wake. He finally had a picture of his kids together.
While Johnny was making his go-to breakfast, the classic fried bolonga, for the kids he’d taken responsibility for the night prior, his phone went off, waking up his son. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Robby got up off the couch easy enough not to wake you, as if you could be awoken from your deep sleep.
“It’s okay. Thanks for letting us crash here last night.” Robby told his dad as he entered the kitchen, talking low to make sure you weren’t disturbed.
“It’s no problem, looks like you and y/n had a nice time last night.” He softly smiled, giving his son a little chuckle.
“Yeah, I probably have a few bruises. I think they do karate in their sleep.” The laughter felt unnatural being between the two of them, but they let it go on as long as they could and went silent again, only the sizzle of the pan making sound.
“Look, I’m gonna have to tell LaRusso about this. It’s his kid.” Johnny got real with Robby a moment, which panicked him a bit.
“Please don’t. If he sees her like this, it’ll crush him.” Robby explained to his dad, who looked at his son with what could have been pride, but maybe worry, too. “Let me take the blame. I’ll say I got drunk and told Sam to bring me here.” As they were talking, a knock at the door immediately woke you up with a pretty big jump. Not the first time it’d happened.
“Johnny?” The voice behind the door said and you looked over to your family in the kitchen.
“Oh, no.” Robby mumbled as he looked to the source of the knocking and demands, you threw off your blanket just as your dad gave you orders.
“You two, go in the other room.” He told you. “I got your back, Robby.” You smiled to yourself once hearing his comment, even if you were a little worried by what could come next. Your brother followed you to the room Sam was in, quietly closing the door behind you.
“Everything’s gonna be okay, Robby.” You whispered as you both leaned your ears on the door, hearing the muffled scuffled between two crazed fathers. But the sudden slam of the door was startling, and her father calling her name shocked her back to consciousness. “I spoke way too soon, goddammit.” You waited a few moments before hearing a loud crash, to which all of you decided was the right time to check on them. Robby and Sam restrained their respective fathers and you took a look around the room.
“Dad, stop!” Sam pleaded and he immediately cooled down.
“Sam? What happened? Are you okay?” Daniel asked her and she let him know she was fine. “Why didn’t you call or text us?”
“Seriously? Another TV?” You groaned at the sight of the television lying on the floor as opposed to secured on the wall as the others began to argue.
“Mr. LaRusso, it was my fault. I brought here here.” Robby tried to enact his plan, but you knew it would backfire.
“Wait, don’t even start.” Daniel warned him, ready to break his heart right then and there. “I gave you a second chance. This whole thing was a mistake. You know, if you wanna end up like him, that’s up to you.” The room stood still, unimpressed with his lecture as Robby’s eyes began to gloss over. It was a cruel way to treat someone who made a mistake, that’s what you were thinking as you watched the face of a dojo make a fool of himself in your living room. “All right, come on, Sam.”
“Please, Dad.” She timidly added as he pulled her away.
“Sam, I don’t wanna hear it. Let’s go.” Daniel exited, slamming the door behind him as your brother shed a few tears and the burning bolonga smell filled the apartment.
“I, uh, I’m gonna take the car and pick something up for breakfast.” You slowly grabbed the keys off the counter, waiting for approval.
“Yeah, good idea. Here’s a few bucks.” Johnny grabbed his wallet and handed you some cash. “Don’t go too crazy behind the wheel, I’ll check for scratches.”
“Yes, Dad, I know. I’ll be back soon.” You, much more gently, shut the door behind you and texted your dad immediately after: talk to him, he needs you. Your dad looked down at his phone and back up at Robby, who was walking down the hallway to his room to be alone, shutting the door somewhere in the middle of your’s and Daniel’s power.
“Robby?” Johnny leaned on the wall and tapped the knuckle of his index finger against the door. “Hey, you wanna talk about it?”
“I just want to be alone for a while.” Robby’s muffled voice shooed Johnny away.
“All right, I understand. I’ll be in the living room if you change your mind.” Johnny let him know before walking back to the battleground to clean up. “Shit!” He said, running to the stove to turn the burner of. “That’s horrible, ugh.” The smell of burnt meat filled his nostrils and he winced. No wonder Robby rushed to his room.
You returned not too long after with an array of McDonald’s breakfast items to choose from, finding your dad sitting on the couch with a beer. “So? Did you talk?”
“He said he wanted to be alone.” Johnny answered as you set all the bags down on the table and rolled your eyes. “How’s the car?”
“On fire in the middle of an intersection.” You walked to the end of the hallway and knocked on Robby’s door. “It’s y/n. I’ll give you five seconds and then I’m coming in.” Your dad got up to see what you were doing as you counted to five and let yourself into the room, closing the door once again. “Don’t get mad at me for saying this, but—”
“You were right?” Robby tried to finish your sentence, looking pretty angry as he did with his eyes as red as his cheeks.
“I was gonna say that you can’t let him get to you, but if you think I’m right, I can live with that.” You sat on the edge of the bed, acting like you were the parent Robby never had in this moment. He exhaled deeply, lying back down as you kept going. “A lot of that stuff he just said because he was angry. People don’t always mean what they say when they’re angry, especially when it comes to their kids.” You explained to your brother.
“What if I am turning into Dad?” Robby suggested while staring at the popcorn ceiling.
“You’re not turning into Dad. You did a lot to prevent that, he just said it to get under your skin.” The subject was getting a little too deep for Robby, and out of nowhere, he kicked you. Not violently, just enough to make you jump. “Hey! I’m trying to help you here!”
“You know, you move a lot in your sleep.” Robby chuckled, sniffled, and sat up. “That was payback for what you did to my ribs.”
“Wow, I see. Okay, we’re even.” You stood up and walked towards the head of the bed, grabbing his arm and yanking him off the mattress. “Now, come on and eat the food I brought!” Robby nearly let himself crash on the floor, but he caught himself and you both burst into laughter loud enough for your dad to hear, something else to make him smile at. “Wash your face, too. You look like a wreck.”
“You’re a very mean person.” Robby joked as you made your way out of the room.
“It’s a mean world.” While Robby went to the bathroom to clean up, you entered the living room and looked right at your dad, saying, “You owe me.”
“How do you do it?” Johnny was perplexed by your success.
“I’m just persistent, I guess.” You headed for the tabled and unpacked all the food, trying to get something good out of this morning since sleeping in wasn’t an option. And so the day went on, kind of awkwardly and quietly. Johnny ran some errands, Robby and you watched more TV in complete silence, and you mentally prepared yourself for the first day of school.
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You headed out early the next morning, making sure you left early enough to skateboard to school so Johnny could take Robby on his own. “Hey, where’s y/n?” Robby asked once he woke up, albeit pretty late for a school day. Just out of practice, I guess.
“Ah, they left already. Wanted to skate. Said they’d meet you in front to show you around. I can drive you, though. Just let me know when you’re ready.” Johnny told him, setting bowls of cereal out for each of them. Robby walked back into your room to try to find something to wear, getting lucky and finding some of his own. And after a quiet breakfast, headed out to the car.
They saw you when they pulled up to the school and, well, you couldn’t miss them. “Got you some pencil and some paper…” He told Robby while gifting him his brand new school supplies. “I wasn’t sure what you needed. Y/N usually gets their own stuff, I forgot to ask what.”
“Thanks.” Robby sighed and accepted the backpack his dad handed him. They kept on talking, making you grow impatient as you waited for your brother to step out of the car. Once he did, your dad waved to you and you waved back, then watched him peel out. Robby approached with a smirk and shook his head. “Really? You left me alone with him again?”
“Ah, you loved it.” You led him along the halls. “He wanted to drive you to school, it couldn’t have been that bad.”
“It’s still weird seeing him act like a dad.” Robby admitted.
“I see him act like a dad to me all the time. Well, most of the time. It’s the same thing with me and mom. You heard from her since she went to rehab?” You asked as you showed him to his homeroom first and foremost.
“Not really. But at least she’s doing something right.” You walked him to his next few classes, making sure he remembered where to go for the day.
“Finally.” You dodged kids darting through the hallways and poked fun at the freshman, just like Dad taught you. “They’re like little gremlins, man. Why are they running with their arms behind their backs? They’re gonna trip and fall on their faces.” You finally brought Robby to his locker, which wasn’t too far off from yours…or Sam’s. “You’re lucky our names are so close together. Go get her.” Robby ran a few steps ahead and reunited with his girlfriend.
“Excuse me?” He said, causing her to turn around. “I’m new to this school. Can you help me find Miss Santino’s class.” She didn’t laugh, just said:
“Hey.”
“Oh. That bad, huh?” He cocked an eyebrow and leaned against the nearby lockers.
“I feel like an idiot. We should’ve just gone to my house and been honest with my parents. I’m sorry.” She said to him, feeling an immense amount of guilt inside.
“No, it’s my fault, too.” Robby told her. “From now on, no more lying.” Just before he could go on, you showed up, leaning your elbow on his shoulder to embarrass him in front of his girlfriend.
“Is he bothering you?” You asked since she looked miserable.
“Hi, y/n…” Sam timidly greeted, just a little worried by your presence as a Cobra Kai and all.
“You can let your guard down, Sam, I’m not like the other Cobras. I’m only in it to kick and punch shit.” You assured her and Robby laughed a little.
“Spoken like a true Lawrence.” He joked, punching your arm and easing the tension between you three.
“Of course. I wanted to ask real quick if you have A or B lunch?” You directed your question to Sam.
“A lunch.” She answered.
“Ah, too bad. Me and Robby have B lunch.” You frowned and walked around her, continuing the conversation. “Well, Robby, I will see you at lunch. I just wanted to let you know that Dad’s not picking us up today, but I brought a spare board.” You did your locker combination and opened it to reveal the skateboard in question, fitting perfectly amongst your books and such. You took it out and passed it over to your brother. “Take care of that, or else. I’ll leave you alone now, that was all.”
“Thanks, y/n. See you later.” Robby waved bye and turned back to his girlfriend. “Sorry about that. Y/N means well, they weren’t lying. It’s just been a weird weekend. As I was saying…I have to tell you something.” She looked at him and waited for him to go on. “Miguel gave me the Medal of Honor. And I put it in the backyard so someone would find it.” She blinked a few times, staring at him with almost no emotion since she already knew what he’d done. As they discussed it some more, the morning bell rang and everyone scattered to class. You ignored the morning announcements as you got situated in class, ready for the day to end as soon as you sat down. But a sudden interruption caught your attention.
“Samantha LaRusso. You know what you did, and now you’re gonna pay for it. I’m coming for you, bitch.” Tory announced to the whole school and sounded the bell, prompting everyone to leave class at the wrong time. You knew things were gonna get ugly fast, so you rushed to the action and met your brother along the way. “Y/N! You gotta help me here.”
“I—Dude, I can’t just—This is insane.” You got a little frazzled, the only good word to use here. Tory was a Cobra, and they could be quite ruthless. Not only that, she was a friendly to you, it’d be a betrayal to stand against her. But on the other hand, Sam was Robby’s girlfriend. Your brother’s girlfriend. You couldn’t mess that up again, you’d never forgive yourself if you did.
“Please…” He looked you in your eyes and you came to terms with the fact that you were about to stab all your friends in the back.
“I got your back.” You patted him on the shoulder and rushed to the circle of students with him and halted once you caught the stand off. You told yourself you could get through this with the least amount of drama, just play the “middle-man” and hold them back until some sort of authority broke it up, but in hindsight, that idea didn’t work out well.
“I saw what you did at the party.” Tory said once you and Robby arrived. “You kissed Miguel.” It was news to many, but to Robby, it shattered his world. Sam gazed over at him with remorse, but the damage was done, your brother had been crushed. Sam stuttered, like she wanted to apologize, but just couldn’t. She had her chance, though, long enough before Tory swung her fist and you two just stared in awe.
“Do…do you want to do something?” You leaned over and asked him, who was frozen completely. “Dude, that’s messed up. Maybe she needs to handle this one on her own.” You were ready to bail out, not wanting to get on the wrong side of Tory’s fists.
“I…” Robby started, watching the two fight while he fought himself inside. Sam was getting kicked, punched, and pushed, but once Sam was completely helpless, Robby couldn’t take it anymore. He tagged in and pulled Tory off while you grabbed Sam and tried to get her away from her assailant. “You okay?” Robby asked her as you tried to get her on her feet. “Y/N, get her out of here!” But when Robby pinned Miguel’s girlfriend, he created a scene that Miguel wouldn’t think twice about. He tackled your brother and you bailed on saving Sam, getting pulled back by Hawk.
“What the hell are you doing? Are you helping them?” Hawk confronted you, backing you against a wall with his personal posse.
“Robby is my brother, I have to help him.” You pushed him away from you.
“We’re your dojo, you’re really gonna sell out for him?” He wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easy, you knew it, but to your right was your brother and Miguel pummeling each other, this had turned into the worst day of school ever.
“I’m not doing this with you, Hawk. Back off.” You warned and instead of heeding that, he decided to fight you, confusing both sides as they caught sight of it. But getting distracted by Robby’s grunts of pain didn’t do you any good when Hawk got the upper hand.
“Hahah, I finally got a hit on y/n Lawrence. And you thought the day would never come.” He mocked as you swept his leg and knocked him to the floor amidst his bragging, stepping on his hair spikes and you left to do something good.
“It’ll never happen again.” You told him while following the crowd into the next hallway over, scattering to see what you could do. The four were up on the stairs and you were fighting for your life to get to the second floor. Before you could make it up there, it was too late. Miguel had fallen just a few feet away from you and you froze at the sight. It took a few forceful thoughts for you to look up and see him, Robby, standing over the railing in pure fear. You would have gone after him, but you couldn’t move. Even if you wanted to. The next person you looked at was Sam, then Tory, and by the time you looked back up, Robby was gone.
You were taken to the hospital to be checked for a concussion, you were lucky that was it. But when your dad got there, he didn’t know what to think. “Y/N, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a…good ol’ fashion concussion. Never stopped me before.” You sat up in the hospital bed they’d put you in and your dad paced the room. “You talk to Carmen yet?”
“Yeah, she wants nothing to do with me.” He told you, balling his fists like Miguel had taught him. “And Robby’s missing, so that’s just perfect. I’m glad you’re okay, though. I am. They did tell me you were suspended, though, nice job.”
“We all got suspended. I was just trying to break up the fight.” You tried to defend yourself.
“I’m not mad, y/n, I was hoping you’d get suspended sooner or later. Just sucks it happened like this.” Johnny sat down on a chair and shook his head, bouncing his leg on the ground. “You sure your head’s okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just gotta stay up for a while.” You assured him.
“Great, ‘cause I’m staying up with you. There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep after this.” Johnny told you, and you knew he wasn’t kidding a bit. The gravity of the situation started to weigh down on you from there. Way more than you anticipated. “What? What’s wrong? Where are the jokes? You’re freaking me out.”
“This is like, really bad.” You curled your legs up, holding them against your chest and resting your chin on your knees. “Miguel’s actually fighting for his life. That’s real. This is real. Robby is a fugitive, I didn’t get to him on time. I was trying to, I swear, but the Cobras noticed. They wouldn’t let me go without a fight, I couldn’t chase him or anything. This…this is crazy. I’m in the hospital and I’m about ten seconds away from a panic attack now. I think I fucked up.” You didn’t use that word lightly in front of your dad, but when he heard it he swapped his seat for your bed and hugged you as tight as he could.
“Y/N, I know for a fact that this wasn’t on you. There’s no possible way it could have been, you did everything you could.” Johnny assured you, trying to hold back his tears from your rant to him. “I’m proud of you for choosing to do the right thing, even if it meant fighting against the dojo. You did better than I would’ve at that age. Now, I’m gonna sign the release forms and get you out of here, okay?”
“Hey, Dad?” You asked before he left the room.
“Yeah?”
“Can we get ice cream from the store on the way home?” You asked him and he smiled through his personal pain, nodding in agreement with you.
“Sure, we’ll get whatever you want.” He knocked his knuckles lightly against the metal threshold and left the room, letting tears silently spill as he did what needed to be done, but knowing deep down he was on the verge of disappointing you greatly. He was on the verge of spiraling.
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Shin says five nice things about Sara
Previously, on “Everyone Is Nice to Each Other”:
Shin says five nice things about Keiji
Keiji says five nice things about Shin
For a friend’s birthday, I decided to force Shin to say five nice things about his favorite rival, Miss Sara!
1.
“Only five nice things? About our super wonderful, totally competent high schooler leader? Where do I even begin?”
“Ahh, I know! Miss Sara is unfailingly kind!”
“We’ve all seen how Miss Sara offers a helping hand to the most vulnerable among us. Like Gin, Miss Nao, and, of course, Kanna!”
“Kanna was always telling me how kind you were, Miss Sara. She told me how you helped her with the Attractions when I was too tired. She told me how you drank tea with her, and how you listened to her tragic sob story about her adoption.”
“You are so benevolent to listen to such a poor, pathetic, whiny little girl!”
“Even when you murdered her, you made sure to hug her first!”
“You are the kindest killer of the lot of us, Miss Sara. And you make it look so easy! A stupid villain like me could never pull that off.”
2.
“You all may know me as the resident computer expert. This apparently makes me too useful to die, according to very nice people. But, did you know that Miss Sara is something of a hacker herself? She’ll put me out of a job someday!”
“Remember how Kanna was able to guess the password for Kai’s laptop by checking for Miss Sara’s dirty fingerprints? I had been so nervous until that point. I thought we’d never get in.”
“Thank god you’re such a filthy girl, Miss Sara! Keep avoiding the bathtub. It’s a winning strategy for us!”
3.
“Hmm… I wonder which of Miss Sara’s many amazing qualities I should praise next… There’s just so many that it’s hard… to pick… Uhh…”
“I know! Miss Sara has a very creative hairstyle! Only a true fashion icon would have so many different styles going on at once up there. You are a veritable hair genius, Miss Sara.”
“It looks fucking stupid to me, but what do I know? You’re the popular queen, and I’m just some friendless loser. So you must be doing something right with it!”
“It’d be a shame if all your friends were just pretending to like it, wouldn’t it? Gossiping and laughing behind your back… I’m sure that would never happen to someone as well-loved as you.”
4.
“Speaking of Miss Sara’s friends, you can tell a lot about a person by the company they keep. It speaks well of her character that her best friend was such a nice guy like Joe Tazuna!”
“I mean, now that you all know who my best friend used to be, that speaks pretty poorly of my character, doesn’t it? Makes me look like a sniveling sycophant. You’d probably think, He’s so pathetic that he would excuse anything so long as someone cool paid attention to him.”
“But not Miss Sara! She’s so cool that she has an entire army of sycophants!”
“So don’t worry, Miss Sara. Even if your clever deductions got Joe killed, there’s still plenty of nice friends left! You don’t need to feel guilty about anything when everyone makes excuses for you.”
“You don’t even need to remember that Joe guy anymore. Someone as funny and sweet as him is still a dime a dozen. When you’re popular, the numbers don’t lie. They must add up to you being the best friend ever.”
5.
“Wow, am I at Number Five already? I could do this all day. Ahaha…ha…”
“Are you expecting me to make a fool of myself again and say you’re hot? That’s too bad, because I can think of a million other things… Probably…”
“…”
“All right, fine! I’ll give it to you!”
“Miss Sara, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen!”
“You’re just as bewitching and supreme as the other guy said!”
“In another life, maybe I could have looked past the stupid haircut. Maybe I could have gotten over the fact that I never want to set foot in a high school again. Because deep down, I’m a sucker! Even I thought you looked nice when we first met! Maybe we could have hit it off! Who knows?!”
“You could have had allll of this, Miss Sara! You could have had a big adult man to show off to your little high school buddies. Imagine how mature and fancy that would be. I could buy all the alcohol you wanted.”
“…Well. I hope you’re happy with Keiji, since he’s bigger, and…adultier.”
“You two deserve each other.”
“I don’t actually care. I would rather be lonely than be your friend.”
“And that’s it! The End! Three Cheers for Miss Sara! Since she’s so amazingly talented, maybe she’ll manage to kill another child before I kill her. Everyone is rooting for you, Miss Sara!”
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The twins *not* first protest.
Summary: Harry and Y/n take the twins to a women's rights protest + a sneak peek of their night routine. 70′S!HARRY
Warnings: should be none!
“No, Lennon, we cannot go. We have to make our signs first.” Harry hums, sitting on the living room floor with cardboard squares and paints of all colors. “Why?” Lennon asks, dipping his finger in the green paint and spotting it on his cardboard sign. Harry glances up at his child, a little annoyed. “So we can get our point across.”
“About what?!” He yells, making Honey snap her head up.
She huffs, shushing him while Y/n helps her paint the red letters. “Shut up!” She yells at Lennon, taking a paint brush and trying to paint a flower.
Lennon grumbles, stomping. “Don’t tell your brother that.” Harry mumbles, sitting Lennon beside him and handing him a jar of paint.
“Okay, smile.” Y/n says, handing Honey her still wet sign while she smiles- the sign reading “I am the boss of my body.” Y/n smiles, snapping the Polaroid. “Great! It looks amazing.”
Y/n adds the photo to their album of protesting Polaroids once it develops, starting on her own signs and leaving Honey’s on the table to dry. “No, let me help.” Harry says, pulling Lennon’s sign out of his hands and finishing his letters. “Stop just playing with the paint.” Harry finishes the sign “boys will be boys good humans” “go give it to mummy.” Harry orders, his brows furrowed in concentration as he thinks of what he could put on his own sign.
“Twenty minutes! Hurry it up.” Y/n yells from the top of the stairs. She’s already finished her sign and prepared to pick out her outfit.
The rush finally made Harry choose a saying, “women’s rights are human rights.” It was simple and Harry liked it, he quickly painted it on the signs and rangle the twins up to get them ready.
“Honey, put on your checkered dress. Lennon, get on your red shorts and blue striped shirt.” Harry says, ducking out of the room to get himself ready.
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“Okay, stay next to us.” Y/n says, holding onto Lennon's hand while Harry holds onto Honey’s. They join the crowd, holding their signs up and walking with all of the people. “Join the chants.” Y/n coos down to Lennon, joining the chants.
“My body, my choice! My body, my choice! My body, my choice!” Harry hikes Honey up into his hip and let’s her watch over the crowd, her small arm getting tired but never lowering her sign or silencing her voice. “Having fun, peach?” Harry asks, kissing Honey's cheeks. She squeals, nodding.
“Hey! Ho ho! Gender violence has got to go!” Y/n chants while she hands her sign off to Harry, I clipping her thin and supportive bra, then throwing it in the trash can fire along with the others. Harry laughs, pecking her head while he hands her back her sign that reads “let my daughter have her rights!”
They March on for a bit, the protests coming to an end when the leader makes a quick speech and thanking them, Y/n sticking around to take photos.
“Kay, let’s hit the road!” Harry announces, Leading his family back to their VW bus.
They get back from the protest, absolutely knackered. “Okay, bath time” Y/n hums, guiding the kids to the bathroom, her eyes almost shut. They get the kids in the tub, helping them was their hair and other small things they still need help with since they are still so young. They wrap them in towels and bring them to their shared bedroom. “Okay, pajama time.” Harry softly sings, opening the babies dresser and rolling out their footie pajamas.
“I love you daddy. I love you mummy.” Honey sweetly bats her eyelashes while she gets tucked in by her parents, warm and snuggled up in her bed. “I love you too, Hon.” they both say, using her nickname and kissing her goodnight before moving over to her brother. “Okay, night night.” Harry pecks Lennon's forehead, dramatically lifting up his feet and tucking his blankets under them, making him giggle. “Love you, Lenny. Sleep well.” Y/n says, walking toward the door with Harry but not before switching on their night light.
“Sleep well, mummy and daddy love you.”
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NANOWRIMO 2021 - BINGO!
I have far too many writing priorities to focus on just one, so here's my compromise: listing them out in bingo format and doing a bit for each. At the same time as all this, I'll also be editing FC near-daily and keeping up with my Patreon. I'll update this post daily with what I worked on. Good luck, NaNoers, and best wishes to my fellow Rebels!
EDIT: NaNo is over in my timezone! Read through all my updates below, along with my final wordcount (I won!) and an updated bingo, below that cut.
NaNo ask game・my askbox
NOTE: I'm not marking the bingos bingoed until the end of the event; I don't want to consider something 'done' until I've literally run out of time to do it. Then we'll see how much I did and whether I think I've finished.
DAY 1: 8211. Spent 12 AM to 6 AM writing The Proposal and editing KAY Chapter 1 to send out for critique. The Proposal is about halfway done now, and I'm happy with my edits. Managed 10 minutes of FC edits right before midnight-- what a mess my middle is.
DAY 2: 1733. Busy day-- got some important Life Things done! Just enough time to write for about 45 minutes straight; 15 minutes fixing up FC's editing doc, then 30 minutes for this week's Patreon post.
DAY 3: 3063. Spent 40 minutes right at 12:00 AM looking over critique on KAY's Chapter 1, then another 30 or so throughout the day, then a bit more time editing The Proposal. The draft isn't as bad as I thought it would be! Still only 1/2 written, but what's there seems fun. I didn't know whether or not to count time I spent at a physical critique for KAY with other writers, but for now I won't since I simply do not seem to need it.
DAY 4: 2585. 20 minutes right at 12 continuing to read through The Proposal, just because I really find it that engaging. Of course, it is MILF4MILF. Later in the day, around 45 minutes writing up this week's Patreon post. Gotta go fast!
DAY 5: 1258. Friday, which is the toughest-- have to write just before Shabbat, and all I managed was the Patreon post.
DAY 6: 1800. Saturday. Came home and managed some more Patreon.
DAY 7: 2510. Spent the day getting all sorts of things done, but barely any time for writing; just Patreon again. Speaking of which: Patreon post is done! About winning NaNo and my journey there, of all things. Really wish I could get a little more Forest Castles in ;__; Hoping tomorrow I can do that as well as a little satirical piece I'm writing.
DAY 8: 3689. I returned to mortālēs and hit the end! It's all written! I may not know just how to attack editing it, but it's there, and that's what's important. Also managed to get my satirical piece in! No FC, though...
DAY 9: 2050. So thrilled to report I have returned to editing Forest Castles! This bit is like a difficult knot; it'll take me a while but will be very satisfying when I have it done. I've realized I spend a lot of time (30 minutes each way) on buses, so if I just take the first bus ride of the day to work on FC, I should in theory have no trouble hitting 15+ minutes of work on it a day. We shall see. Used this editing to begin cobbling together the next Patreon post (busy busy busy...) Hope to hit 50K by the 15th, though it looks like that'll be difficult.
DAY 10: 1881. Got some more FC editing done, then re-read/edited In Her Arms and did a little submissions research. It's a busy week, so I'm letting myself off the hook for not OAing today.
DAY 11: 2467. Some more light mortālēs editing, IIRC, and quite a bit of Forest Castles fun-- I watched Olympic-level sabre fencing and took some notes! I want to give Red, Avner, Eliza, and Ahava all their own distinct fencing styles.
DAY 12: 1151. How I wish I could've done more today. It was really just a bit of Forest Castles work and some waffling over other projects ;___; But, hey, Shabbat starts at 4:40 PM now. I'm going to have to kick myself into gear if I want to hit 50K by the 15th!
DAY 13: 2270. I think I managed a reasonable amount for Motzei Shabbat (post-Shabbat evening)! Posted this week's Patreon post and edited patterned seats, which I like but am worried nobody else will care about. The goal is 8K for tomorrow... we'll see if I hit it.
DAY 14: 8755. No, that is not a typo. I held an OHHOW stream (thanks to those who came!) and visited many more, and I wrote an unbelievable 8K+ words, from patterned seats to FC and finishing up with my Tell Me About The Nonbeliever outline.
DAY 15: 6695. I opened the day by writing out a new idea I've had recently (no title yet!) and later worked on an upcoming interview I have with beloved author Yah Yah Scholfield! I've just got to send the line edits back to them and we'll be releasing it ^__^ The bulk of my writing, though, was centered around my transition diary and the Nonbeliever outline from the other day. Finally, I spent a little time transferring some notes for FC into a Patreon post draft, so people can see how I've been developing that worldbuilding! No wonder I HIT 50K TODAY! Unimaginably thrilled.
DAY 16: 3402. I finished up that interview, worked a little more on the Patreon FC post, and edited more of my FC notes. I also streamed again today! Thanks so much to everyone who came ^_^ Nice to get back to normalcy.
DAY 17: 4611. A complicated bag of non-writing. Updated here, edited/submitted some flash fiction pieces, worked on my parallel post for Rebecca. Managed to work long enough to get a bit ahead on Shabbat this weekend!
DAY 18: 3523. Finished the parallels post and advertised a bit for the Blood & Breath zine overall (GET YOURSELF A COPY!) and began a short side story for Forest Castles.
DAY 19: 2402. Finished the side story at 1:00 AM. Help me! Then it was just a few more minutes of editing it left and right. I'm happy with the content; not so much with the syntax-- I'll have to take another look at it eventually. Did what I wanted to do, though, and great numbers for Friday! Shabbat started at 4:36 PM today.
DAY 20: 3200. Not thrilled about this number! Cleaned up some loose threads from the end of the week + worked on the TMATN outline, but wound up accidentally deleting the original parallel post and then funking up my 4tw word count and panicking over both. Took a lot out of me ;___; I hope to get more done tomorrow, so that I can get ahead on my 100K goal!
DAY 21: 4473. So happy! Not only did I hit a very high goal, but I also finished the TMATN outline! I'm sure it has some snags, but those are for later me to check out.
DAY 22: 3431. Today I hit 75K total! Of course, I am purposefully ahead about 1.8K of where I need to be to hit my goal of 100K, since I want to leave some wiggle room for Thanksgiving and Shabbat and Chanukah. Started working on the Hexagon outline just to move a bit further around the bingo board, and am quite enjoying it thus far.
DAY 23: 3188. Not ideal, but I got a bit done for Exhaustively and am attacking it in a new way.
DAY 24: 5538. Was accidentally moved to transsexual literary critique of an odd quote on writing, and decided to count it (since it'll go up somewhere eventually). Also did some Exhaustively work and got closer to finishing the mythical dialogue tags Patreon post.
DAY 25: 3901. Quite a bit of Exhaustively editing, and admittedly a lot of time spent fixing up my Twitch channel now that I have reached Affiliate status! Thanks so much for coming by ^__^
DAY 26. 2251. I broke 90K! Of course, I've purposefully kept ahead just for a day such as today; I knew I'd be writing less due to Shabbat. I'm very happy with what I did get done (mostly the Hexagon outline) and I hope to find some way to squash most of the rest of my bingo into tomorrow. We'll see how that goes... I was hit with some details of a new idea while on stream, so I might have to fight a few instincts.
DAY 27. 2900. I do wish I'd managed just 500 words more, but in fairness, the words came slowly-- I was working on a brand new short story for a weekly contest (couldn't be helped! plans to the wayside! inspiration takes no prisoners!) and I needed to think hard about it while writing. Broke some new research grounds and hit upon something quite nice and seasonal.
DAY 28. 4562. Finished Dressage-- that's the new short story that's shaking everything up. Edited some more Exhaustively, with my butt kicked into gear due to Max goose-books's birthday coming up in December-- I'll be binding it up into a paperback just for him!
DAY 29. 3354. Got some critique on and made some edits to Dressage. Edited Exhaustively right up until the end. Spent quite a bit of time cleaning up my Hexagon outline. HIT 100K!!!
DAY 29. 2721. Went over two problem bits in Exhaustively-- if Max signs off on them, the whole thing is finished (again)! Then switched to writing this month's Patreon Newsletter, since of course I wanted to reach the end of NaNo first. Happy NaNo! Updated bingo below, and an explanation below that.
Edit patterned seats: Done! It lacks spark, though; lacks that vital why did I write this?. I'll have to go to classic Bradbury sci-fi to see how he handled this issue.
Edit Exhaustively: Done! All that's left is to format it, put out an interest check, print a proof, etc.... This is a quite limited run, so I'm trying to relax a little ^__^
Write mortales: Done! I wrote all the way to the end, erotica and all. A writer I've shared some insecurities with wrote on the draft I handed them, you've embraced male nipples!
Write The Proposal: Begun! I've written approximately half of the draft. Another erotica, and one with a really cohesive plot; I quite like it. Hope to write more soon.
Submit Tragic Accident: Done! And several weeks to get a response, so all I have to do now is wait.
Submit YouTube Comment: Done! I got a rejection, and I'm glad I reached out. This is a really weird, niche piece, and I expect to get a hundred rejections before I find the exact right place.
Submit In Her Arms: Rethunk! This piece just isn't ready to go out. I love it, but I got a critique on it and just about nothing is working in there.
Outline Nonbeliever: Done! I'll go over it again sometime in the next few weeks to polish it up.
Outline Hexagon: Begun! Not remotely perfect, but making tons of progress on the plot.
Finish dialogue tags post: Begun! I hadn't touched this behemoth in months, and I added some words to it. I'll have to go back and re-read Your Father's Son (which I want to do anyway) and add in the relevant quotes from there... and then we'll be done!
FINAL WORDCOUNT: 103,574 words.
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Backseat rider
Peter Parker x fem!reader (She/her)
Inspo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wU9lOKWFG54
I tried to write this in the second person so please tell me how you like it.
Summary: Inspired by the wonderful song Backseat Rider by Sara Kays, with my little twist on it, and with a happy ending.
You and Peter have been friends for a long time, and he promised you the first ride in his car. When you come back from your Europe trip, MJ is sitting in the passenger side. The fact that you are in love with him doesn't really help.
Or: Peter promised you a ride in his car and his stupid plan fails because he is jealous.
Warnings: angst, fluff, bad writing, grammatical mistakes,
Word count: 5.1k
English isn't my first language so please don't mind the grammar and sentence structure mistakes and stuff. If you have any suggestions on how to improve my writing, please let me know.
! Please don't repost my work anywhere without my permission. Thank you!
My masterlist *******
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9. September 2013
It was the first day of school and you were standing at a bus stop just a few blocks from your new apartment. You and your parents just moved to queens and you were starting in a new school.
With your new schoolbag which you got for your 12th birthday just 3 days ago slung over your shoulders, you tapped your foot nervously against the concrete under your newly polished shoes.
You were so excited to start 6th grade in a new school, away from the people in your old one. You were always a shy kid and some of the kids from your previous school picked on you just because of that.
The school became hell and you started making excuses as to why not to go in. At first, your parents were annoyed thinking you were just lazy. But you later opened up about your struggles and they started to take action.
But before much happened, one of your parents got a job opportunity in Queens, New York, and without much thinking, took it. When you left the school, you felt like you could finally breathe. A huge boulder fell off your shoulders and you were so excited to find some new friends and meet new people. To get a new start.
Due to the traffic, the bus came with a 7 minutes delay. And as the bus rounded the corner to arrive at the bus stop, a frazzled-looking boy came crashing into you.
Before you could crash to the ground, he caught your hand and pulled you towards him in an effort to save you from crashing into the hard ground.
“I am so so sorry, I didn’t mean to I fell asleep and burned my toast and spilled toothpaste on my shirt, and ” he took a deep breath before he continued with his rambling.
“Oh god I am so sorry, I’m rambling” He scratched the back of his neck.
“It’s alright, truly. But I would really appreciate it if you let me go.” You said quietly and the boy’s eyes widened in horror.
“Sorry, sorry” he kept apologizing and mumbling underneath his breath.
“Please stop apologizing, nothing much happened,” You laughed lightly and he breathed out in relief.
“I’m Peter, by the way, Peter Parker,” he introduced himself more calmly. Now, that he wasn’t rambling and frantically running his hands through his hair, you could finally focus on his features. He was slightly shorter than you, with curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that were still tinted with sleep.
“Nice to meet you Peter my name is (Y/N) (L/N).” You introduced yourself and you stepped together into the bus. You looked around for two places to sit, preferably together.
“There,” Peter pointed to the back of the bus. You pushed through the crowd of people standing and made it to the seats. Peter let you sit beside the window and sat beside you.
“The public transport in new york is so horrible,” Peter whined and you raised your eyebrow.
“Is it? I just moved in like 2 weeks ago so I didn’t have much time to explore.”
“Oh, so this is your first day of a new school.” His eyes widened in realization and you nodded.
“What school are you going into?” He asked and you could see the excitement in his eyes.
“Palm tree elementary school.” You answered and Peter jumped in his seat.
“Oh my, me too, that’s so exciting, Ned will be so happy,” he squealed you smiled widely.
You talked the rest of the ride to your stop, and through the short walk to your school. This boy might just make this school much more exciting than you thought.
20. August 2019
“Okay, just wait for me outside of your apartment building I’ll come and pick you up,” Peter said into the phone and you hummed in acknowledgment.
“Okay Petey, I’ll be waiting, I missed you so much throughout the summer, I’m sorry I didn’t call” you apologized feeling guilty.
“It’s okay, I get it, I was the one to suggest it. Okay, I’m leaving, I’ll be at yours in about 10 minutes. ”
You and your family went to Europe for the majority of summer. You tried to keep in contact but of course, it was hard the time difference made it very difficult to find a time where you both can call and don’t lose sleep.
The first person to stop trying was Peter. On a rare call one night, he informed you that he didn’t want you to lose sleep just because you wanted to talk to him
“Don’t worry, you’ll tell me everything when you get back, just don’t forget to bring me souvenirs.” Peter teased and you laughed sadly. You missed him so much and the heavy feeling in your heart wouldn’t go away.
“Okay, just prepare yourself because I’ve gotten you a souvenir from every single location we went to.” You sniffled.
“Hey, don’t cry, everything will be alright nothing will change I promise.”
10 minutes later, Peter pulled up to your parking lot and your heart skipped a beat. Your smile widened and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered. This was the first time you saw Peter after a month and a half. You returned from Europe only 4 days ago so you used that time to get rid of the jet lag.
Your smile dropped when you saw a shadow sitting on the passenger side. You shook your head and moved closer to the car. Peter stepped out of the car and you flung your arms around him. He tensed for a bit before he wrapped you up in his arms and breathed in your scent.
“I missed you so much, you have no idea,” he mumbled into your neck and you pressed your lips into his hair.
“I missed you too, for the last two weeks, my parents were a pain in the ass,” you complained and Peter laughed. Then he got serious.
“Well, at least you have parents.”
“...”
“I’m just kidding, don’t worry bug,” he giggled and you hit his shoulder lightly.
“I hate these jokes,” you complained.
“I know, that’s why I make them.” He giggled and you rolled your eyes.
“Okay. C’mon, I have my classmate MJ here, I wanted to introduce you two he stepped away and you wrapped yourself around yourself.”
Peter opened the back door for you and you thanked him. When you got into the car he closed the door behind you and quickly got into the driver seat.
“So MJ, this is (Y/N). Bug, this is MJ.” He introduced you two and you waved awkwardly.
“Hi, I heard about you so much, is so nice to meet you.” MJ greeted and you smiled.
“I would like to say the same but Peter has never talked of you,” you scratched your neck shyly and MJ waved her hand.
“It’s fine, me and Peter only started hanging out about 3 weeks ago, but we’ve gotten a lot closer.” She explained and you nodded.
“So, Peter told me you are in an art school,” Mj started and you shuffled to the edge of your seat so you could hear better.
“Yeah, I do interior design, color pallets, and furniture designs.” You explained and MJ nodded her head.
“That sounds really cool, you’ll be the first I’ll contact when I’m furnishing my house” MJ laughed and you giggled.
“Yeah sure, just give me a call,”
But then, it got quiet. You just relaxed against the seat behind you and closed your eyes for a few moments.
“So, I saw the star wars movies the other day, it was so good,” MJ exclaimed and Peter laughed out loud.
“I tried to get this lady into it but she hated it. The same with star trek.” Peter said, pointing at you.
“Yeah, I hate it so much,” you chimed in but they didn’t respond. They just continued laughing and talking without you. You couldn’t help but think that they looked so much like the two of you looked when you talked about both of your favorite things.
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MJ sat in the passenger seat for the next five weeks. When you traveled to school, from school, or even during the weekends.
She was there every single time Peter came to pick you up. And to be honest, it hurt just a bit more every single time you saw her sitting in the front seat of his car.
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You and Peter were supposed to go to see the new astronomical exhibition today. You were getting ready in your room when your eyes drifted over a framed picture on your vanity table. It was taken last summer, before he got his car, before MJ. You had taken it with your Kodak disposable camera in a parking lot in front of your local Target. You remember it like it was yesterday.
21. July 2018
It was around 10 p.m. when you and Peter left the target with a plastic bag of candy and a brand new disposable camera that you found in the sale aisle. You tore the safety tape away from the box and pulled out the instruction manual.
“I’m so excited; I’ve never had any of these.” You exclaimed and Peter chuckled at your happy face, threw his arm around your shoulder, and pulled you in closer to him.
“You are going to love it, it’s so fun. Especially because you have no idea how the photos are gonna turn out.” He smiled and you nodded.
“I always watch the tiktoks of people’s reactions to the developed photos, and they always look so happy, I want to try it.” you declared and pulled the camera out of the box.
“First things first bug, just a quick info, you need a lot of lightning for the photos to turn out good,” Peter explained and you waved your hand mindlessly, messing around with your temporary camera.
You quickly pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight. You put the phone on the ground in front of him and he looked at you puzzled.
“Will you do me a favor and be the first photo on this camera’s film?” You asked him and Peter nodded, acting very posh and snobby.
“It would be an honor, my lady,” he faked a bow and you burst out laughing.
“Okay smile for me,” you giggled and Peter smiled widely. He was so beautiful. Hair messy, and a hoodie a little too big on his body, with the long sleeves making cute sweater paws.
“Come onnn take the picture so we can eat the sweets,” Peter whined and you quickly snapped the picture of him. He bent down, took your phone from the ground, and turned off the flashlight.
“Come on I even got us and your fuzzy socks so your toes won’t get cold,” he said and you hugged him from behind.
“you are the best, you know that?” you mumbled and he shrugged.
“Might’ve mentioned it a few times before” You let him go and he pulled out the blanket from his backpack.
“Come on let’s sit here,” he pulled you towards the curb a few feet away from the spot you were standing at. He sat down, wrapped his arms around your legs, and rested his face on your stomach.
“Let’s sit here and eat all these delicious candies” he looked at you with wide eyes and you dragged your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp.
“Okay Doll, let’s do this,” you teased and he blushed hard.
“Stoop you know I blush when you call me that,” he complained and you laughed softly. You gently unwrapped his arms from your legs and sat down next to him.
“So, let dig in,” you rubbed your palms together and he put the bag between you two.
“I want the Reese’s,” you said and Peter handed them to you.
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“Smiile,” you smushed your cheek against Peter’s and he smiled into the camera. The flash had gone off and you smiled to yourself.
“I bet this one’s gonna be so good.” He said and you nodded.
“So, as I was saying, May told me that she wants to buy me a car for my 18th birthday. I don’t know how she wants to do that but I’m not complaining.” Peter gushed and you wrapped your arms around his middle.
“I’m so happy for you, you deserve it.” You smiled and Peter continued.
“I want to take you on a road trip when we finish school. All around the US. From New York to L.A,” he looked at you hopefully and you smiled at him widely.
“That sounds so good, we can go to grand canyon and Zion and so much more, Oh my God, we will need so much more of these disposable cameras. Peter, we need so much food and tents and sleeping bags and maps.” You took a deep breath before you continued.
“We should make a checklist, we should start preparing, Peter why are we sitting here?” you asked and Peter gently shushed you by putting his pointer finger on your lips.
“We still have 2 years bug, no need to overthink it, everything is gonna be fine.” He assured you and you nodded.
“Come here,” he pulled you towards him and your head landed on his chest. You snuggled into his chest and breathed in his scent.
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You were pulled back to reality when your phone rang. It was Peter.
“Hey (Y/N), we are nearly here, only about 4 minutes.” He informed and your breath got stuck in your throat. ‘WE’. MJ is coming with you. He didn’t ask, he didn’t inform you beforehand. He just invited her.
“Ummm Pete I’m suddenly not feeling very well, I think I should go and lay down, maybe you should go alone,” you mumbled and he hummed.
“Okay, get better alright? We can go somewhere tomorrow.” He suggested and you hummed in agreement, as you couldn’t do anything else without breaking down.
“Okay (Y/N) goodnight, get well soon. I’ll see you tomorrow” He didn’t wait for your response before he hung up.
You stared at the phone as the tears cascaded down your cheeks and you put no effort into stopping them. You slowly wiped off the makeup you put on just a few moments prior and threw out the cotton pad.
You stood up from your vanity and moved over to your bed. You couldn’t understand it. What have you done wrong? Just a few months prior, Peter would drop everything to be with you when you weren’t feeling that well. Now, he didn’t even ask what was wrong.
You cursed yourself as you tried to keep your sobs at bay. You lost him and it was all your fault. If you called more often or at least texted and kept in contact during the summer, everything would be fine. He wouldn’t be in his car with someone else but with you. But the more you thought about it the more your mind betrayed you,
‘Wait, he was the one to suggest that you two would stop the contact, did he get tired of you? Did he want to get rid of you? Is he sending signals by hanging out with MJ every single time they should be hanging out alone?’ the thoughts in your brain were running around before they suddenly stopped.
“He didn’t call me bug,” you realized. He always called you bug, never (Y/N). He only called you that when he was annoyed or angry with you. You started thinking back to every single hangout you had in the past 5 weeks to see if you could stumble upon a memory where you angered or annoyed him. Nothing.
Your shoulders sagged and you put your face in your hands.
“What should I do now,” you asked yourself as you tried to remain calm and not to let any more sobs out. As you looked around your room, slowly calming down, you saw a piece of Peter’s hoodie peeking out from your closet. In a rage of fury, sadness, and anger, you quickly gathered every single piece of clothing Peter ever gave you and put them in a cardboard box.
Taking out a piece of paper, you took your favorite pen and started writing a little note for your now ‘ex’ best friend.
Dear Peter, returning your clothes, maybe you can give them to MJ, now that she is your best friend and you don’t care about me. Could’ve at least told me you didn’t want me in your life anymore, instead of sending mixed signals and hurting me by that. Fuck you. – Love, (Y/N)
You signed it with fury coursing through your veins and closed the box with duct tape. You swiped the stray tears that fell down your cheeks and threw on a hoodie.
“Going out for a few minutes!” you shouted to your parents and closed the door, before hearing their response. After putting the hood up, you opened the window to the fire escape and you threw your legs over the window sill, taking the full cardboard box with you.
“Let’s do this,” you mumbled to yourself and dropped down to the ground.
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The walk to Peter’s apartment didn’t take long, only about 10 minutes. But the walk felt so much longer this time, maybe because this would probably be the last time you would ever make it. You started tearing up just at that thought. You didn’t think this is how it would end. Six years of friendship ended just because you were too annoying. You shook your head and continued walking; you couldn’t afford to burst into tears in the middle of the road.
You stopped in front of Peter’s apartment and let out a shaky breath. This is it. You knew May would be at work, so you let yourself in with the key, underneath their doormat. You stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind you. You rushed into Peter’s room and threw the box on his bed. You didn’t want to linger around and experience the pain of remembering all of the memories you and Peter shared in this room.
You looked around one more time, and your eyes watered when you saw your favorite t-shirt thrown over his chair. You really wanted to take it but decided to against it. ‘He can do whatever he wants’ you thought and closed the door behind you.
The walk from his apartment wasn’t much better. But it was a bit shorter than the one before. You hadn’t had much time to think this time. You just came out of his building and in a few seconds, you were laying in your bed with tears streaming down your cheeks.
Now, that you calmed down a bit and your head cleared, you laid in your bed, looking at the ceiling, face blank of any emotion. You got pulled back into reality by your phone vibrating. You sat up and moved the phone closer to your face. It was Peter.
You had 6 missed calls and 26 unread messages from the curly-haired boy. But you decided to ignore them and turned on the airplane mode. You curled up into a ball and snuggled up into your fluffy blanket. It was going to get better, you will get better, the pain will subdue, the anger will not.
You were so damn angry at him. How could he do this to you, string you along when he doesn’t want you in his life anymore? Letting a few tears slip, you let your eyelids droop and let your mind wander into the darkness of sleep.
----
“I don’t understand, what does she mean by a new best friend? What does she mean by not want her in my life anymore?” Peter asked as he paced around his room, with your note crumpled up in his right hand.
“I think you did the opposite of what you wanted to do you know?” MJ interrupted him and he looked at her horrified.
“This is all my fault, I’m the reason she feels like this,” he mumbled and continued pacing in circles.
“Remind me why you wanted to do this again?” MJ scoffed and Peter stopped to think.
“To make her jealous,” he mumbled and MJ stood up and hit him across the forehead with a rolled-up engineering magazine she found randomly thrown under his pillow.
“You are so stupid, Peter. And I can’t believe I helped you. But at least I got the cute girl’s number,” she mumbled the last part and Peter ran his shaky fingers through his hair.
“I fucked up,” he announced and MJ glared at him.
“Yeah, no shit genius. Remind me how this started again. In detail and soak in just how stupid you are,” she growled out and he got lost in the painful memory.
----
It was around 3 weeks after his best friend left for Europe, he was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram when he saw a photo she posted just 4 hours ago. He went to like it but his thumb froze before he could double-tap. It was a photo of her smiling, looking as beautiful as ever, on a beach with a sunset behind her. But it wasn’t her that made him freeze, it was the boy that was standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist. She was grinning at him, her smile shining brighter than all of the stars in the night sky.
“Who the fuck are you?” Peter mumbled to himself as he looked over more of the photos in the post. As he scrolled, the pair of them only grew closer on the pictures. Them sharing a meal, them in the sea, them on a carnival with a huge green teddy bear in her arms. Just from the last picture, it was clear that the boy won the plushie in one of those shitty scam carnival games Peter couldn’t play even if he really wanted to.
But what really got him, was the post from her private Instagram, the boy from the previous photos was kissing her on the corner of her mouth. Tears gathered up in his eyes as he exited the app and ran his shaky fingers through his hair.
‘Could she have a boyfriend? But she didn’t tell me,’ his breathing got quicker and he had a sudden urge to puke. Before he could stop himself, he opened his contacts app and scrolled to find MJ’s phone number, she could help him.
“Hey, I know this is a lot to ask but I need you to help me make my best friend jealous.” Those words came from his mouth before he could even think about them.
----
“I told you before you started with this stupid plan of yours that it won’t work out,” MJ snapped him out of his mind. Peter stared into the distance before he snapped out of it.
“I need to go and see her, I need to explain,” Peter rushed out before MJ stopped him.
“You need to give her some time, she wouldn’t want to see you, and only get angry or even more upset.” She explained and Peter nodded in understatement.
“You are right, I will let her cool off for a week, and then talk to her,” Peter concluded. MJ blinked in surprise.
“Are you sure you want to give her a week? I was thinking more like 2 days, not 7,” MJ said cautiously and Peter huffed out angrily.
“God, why are you so cryptic, why can’t you just tell me and help,”
“Because this is your relationship, that is on line, not mine. And you want me to solve this for you,” MJ raised her voice and Peter rolled his eyes.
“God, this is useless” he mumbled and the girl in front of him scoffed.
“I can just leave if that’s what you want,” She stood up to leave but Peter grabbed her forearm gently.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m just really anxious and I want to see her. But you are right, I shouldn’t leave her without explanation for such a long period of time,” Peter apologized and MJ nodded.
“I need to go, mum wants to watch this new movie she saw in Target, I’ll text you okay?”
“Okay bye, enjoy the movie,” Peter mumbled and MJ walked out of his room.
“Great Parker, just great,” he mumbled to himself as he watched her leave through his window.
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2 days later
Peter was standing in front of your school, waiting for you to finish. The last two days have been torture for him and he couldn’t wait to talk to you. When he heard the bell ring on the inside of the building, he stood up from the bench he was sitting on and moved closer to the main entrance, just a precaution and so he wouldn’t miss you walking out.
He started to get worried when he didn’t see you walk out even after 15 minutes.
‘Maybe they had some science lab and are cleaning up or something he thought to himself to calm down a bit. Then, he saw one of your friends, Bee, walk out and he waved at them.
“Hey, she isn’t here today,” Bee said to Peter. He only frowned. That’s weird.
“Okay, thanks Bee, do you think she could be at home? Is she sick?” Peter asked and Bee frowned at him.
“I thought you were best friends, you don’t know where she is?” Bee asked him and Peter looked down looking very guilty.
“We had a fight,” he mumbled and Bee scoffed.
“Well, I guess you fucked up pretty bad because she never misses school.”
“I know, I fucked up and I hurt her, but I just want to make it better, I gave her time to cool off and now, I need to apologize,” Peter explained and Bee nodded their head.
“Okay Parker, last chance, if you hurt her to this extent ever again, I’ll kick you in the balls.” Bee threatened and Peter nodded.
“Don’t worry, this is the first and last time this has ever happened, won’t hurt her ever again, I promise,” Peter said and Bee could tell his words were genuine.
“Fine Parker go, and if she is not at school tomorrow, you are a dead man, I’m telling you that right now.”
“Don’t worry Bee, I’m going to make this right,” Peter promised as he walked away from your school.
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“Honey, someone is here to see you,” Your mom called out and you looked from under your blanket. You couldn’t function correctly for the past few days, the loss of your best friend being too much to bear.
“Tell them to go away please,” you mumbled and she shook her head sadly. You stopped crying a while ago, no tears left in your body.
You heard a gentle knock on your door.
“Hey bug,” You whipped your head towards the voice, and the tears you thought ran out, welled up in your eyes. He was there, even after he exchanged you for someone else.
“Pete,” you whispered and he quickly walked towards you and sat on your bed. You threw yourself into his arms but then quickly pulled back and furrowed your eyebrows.
“What are you doing here?” you asked and Peter shook his head.
“I came to apologize, I hurt you by my actions and made you think something, that isn’t true at all,” he explained and you tilted your head, reminding Peter of a cute, confused puppy.
“I will just tell you the truth, and hope you will be able to forgive me.”
“I was jealous. It’s simple as that, and now that I’ve said it out loud, it sounds so stupid.” He took a deep breath and slowly tangled his fingers in yours.
“The truth is, I have feelings for you. You know what? Scratch that, I’m in love with you and have been for a long time. When I saw you with the guy in Europe, being all cute and sweet together, I just lost it.” He confessed and looked up to see your face. You had an unreadable expression on your face.
“Fuck, he even got you a huge teddy bear from the carnival scam games, I could never do that for you, and I know you love that corny stuff.” He said with a shaky voice and could feel the tears push into his eyes.
“I wanted to make you jealous, but I hurt you instead and that hurts me even more than seeing you with that boy.” He said and then kneeled on the floor beside your bed. He took your other hand into his and kissed your knuckles gently.
“I’m so sorry Bug, please forgive me,” he begged as he put his forehead against your hand. The tears that gathered in his eyes flowed freely down his perfect face and it hurt you to see him like this. You took your hand away from his and you could see the quick flash of pain on his face. You caught one tear with your finger and whispered.
“Please don’t cry, I’m going to cry too,” he quickly looked up and smiled sadly, when he saw your sunken and tired face.
“I forgive you, Peter.” You said with a crack in your voice.
“And you know, it actually worked out, I was so jealous when I saw you with her.” You confessed.
“I love you too Peter, I always have” you whispered and Peter’s face lit up with joy.
“You, do?” He asked and you nodded with a slight smile on your face.
“I do, so so much,” You caressed his cheek, shuffled closer to him, and kissed him on the forehead.
“Come here and lay with me,” you demanded and Peter chuckled.
“Well, what my lovebug wants, she gets.” Peter teased and you hid your face in the blanket.
“I kinda like it,” you whispered shyly and Peter laughed lightly.
“Scoot over love, let me lay with you.” You shuffled over and Peter slipped under your blanket. He laid down and slowly maneuvered your body, to lay comfortably on his chest.
“We’ll talk more tomorrow, we’ll work it out, I promise.” You mumbled and Peter nodded and kissed the top of your head.
“I love you, Peter”
“I love you my Bug,” It was quiet for a bit before Peter spoke once again.
“So, who was the boy in the photos?”
“PETER!”
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