#like i had a mini one today bc i was confused and angry and i got called a gaslighter and idk if it was a joke but holy fuck it hurt

[lovecrazedpup]

woo

[miioouu]

hi there! could I request headcanons of the main three boys? like a funny scenario where they think their s/o is cheating on them bc their s/o has been on their phone all day everyday smiling and laughing at it, and when they confront them about it their s/o was just looking at memes the whole time

When I first read the ask I got flashback to thr mini cheating series I almost cried!!! Thank you for requesting!!! ❤️💜❤️

Midoriya Izuku 💚

- He wasn't one to doubt you much.

-But he couldn't help but feel a little insecure today.

-You barely talked to him, and when you did it was a simple "yes" or "nah".

-You've been on your phone all day long, and he was starting to feel unease.

-Especially since you've been laughing and smiling.

-Spark in your eyes and blushed cheeks.

-And when he asked if you were talking to your friend, you denied it.

-The worse came to his mind, thoughts of yiu cheating on him making his heart ache and break.

-Why are you doing this? Did he not treat you right? Did you find someone better? Someone hotter? Someone you love more?

-So taken by his thoughts, he didn't notice your eyes in him, worried and confused to why he was crying.

-Scooting closer to where he was, taking him in your arms, telling him that it was ok, that you loved him so much.

-He almost believed you, if it weren't for a notification from your phone.

-Taking it and opening the notice, it was your favorite meme page!

-"Here Zu, I've been looking at memes the whole day, maybe they'll make you feel better too!"

-Head shooting up, of course you weren't cheating on him!

-He felt so bad for doubting you, for thinking that you're able to do something so bad.

-But as you kissed his cheek and handed him your phone, he couldn't help but smile and laugh too.

-He's glad to know you aren't cheating.

Todoroki Shoto 💙❤️

-First of all you weren't responding to his texts since yesterday.

-And now that he's with you, you barely paid attention to him.

-Not when gave you a kiss, wrapped his arms around you. Not when he gave you a deathly glare or nudged you to get your attention.

-He wad growing insecure by the second, and it didn't help that you're on your phone constantly.

-Smiling and laughing, like you were the happiest person on earth, like he wasn't nearly having a breakdown next to you.

-And what worried him the most, was the fact that you went out last night with your friends to a party.

-He didn't want to imagine the worse, but each sound that you let out making him crazier and crazier.

-Shoto wasn't one to beat around the bush, so he asked you boldly.

-"Are you.... Y/n are you cheating on me?"

-Dropping your phone at his question, voice laced with pain, doubt, anger and sadness.

-Quickly, you reassured him, telling him that you've been looking through memes all days, even showing him your phone and apologizing for mistreating him today.

-"....Memes?"

-Now it was your turn to have a heartbreak, did he not know what memes are??

-Now doing the opposite of what you've been doing all day, you sat so close to him, showing him all the funny images you've seen today.

Bakugo Katsuki 🧡

-He knew he was at fault, he knew he should apologize.

-But seeing you so happy looking at you phone, laughing so hard it brought tears to your eyes, acting like you didn't have the most intense fight the previous day.

-He couldn't bring himself to walk up to you and break your happiness.

-Doubt filling his mind? Was it because he always yelled? Did he always start the fights? Because he didn't show you enough affection?

-Maybe that's why you're probably texting someone else, someone who'd treat you better, who'd love you better.

-He couldn't believe it, but he couldn't blame you either for cheating on him.

-As much as it pained him, he knew that you were better off without him.

-Though these thoughts faded as you sent him a message.

-Bracing himself, ready for a break up text, though he was surprised.

-You had sent him a meme, one about fighting and how the couple where so sad about it.

-Well something like that but funnier.

-Looking up to his phone than meeting your eyes, he gave you a questioning, not intentional angry look.

-"Huh? I've been looking at memes all day to find the perfect one to send you and all you give me is that angry look?! Pfff I'll send them to Denki instead then!"

-Eyes widening in surprise, first of all you of course you've been looking at memes! He should've known better.

-Second of all he can't believe your way of apologizing is through these, supposedly, funny images.

-Scoffing a little and resting his head on your shoulder, give it a tender kiss first.

-"No, show me your stupid memes baby...."

[writesowhatnext]

war… what is it good for? // sirius black

Summary: Slytherin!reader puts Sirius in a tailspin - the brink of war isn’t the best timing (based on this – i.e. my favourite thing ever)

Request: just my heart tbh

A/N: I love love love Slytherin!reader x Sirius like it just.... boy especially bc go to Slytherin!reader anthem is ‘you should see me in a crown’ - billie eilish

Reader: female, Slytherin, pureblood

Warnings: none.. I think?

Sirius Black hadn’t thought about you in years.

The last, and only, other interaction you’d had with him had been when you were eight years-old at a Black family party. Almost ten years-ago now. He’d liked you then, actually. He’d noticed the way you’d muffled your laughter into your pumpkin juice when his aunt Druella sat on one of the mini quiches he may-or-may-not have placed there. He’d also noticed your perfectly confused expression when his Mother had asked you whether you’d seen her son.

“Which one?” You’d asked, knowing full well he was hidden under the table behind you.

“Sirius.” His Mother had answered, polite but agitated.

“Oh no,” you’d replied, only eight years-old and already a brilliant liar. “I haven’t seen him today.”

He’d always remembered the way he’d caught your eye later that night. He was crawling out from under the table and you were now across the room, stood next to your Father like the perfect pure-blood princess. You’d winked at him just as his Mother spotted him across the room.

The last time he’d thought of that moment was at the sorting ceremony. He’d been disappointed when you were placed in Slytherin. Unsurprised, though, he supposed. Even when he’d seen you in the corridors, he barely thought of you as anything but another uptight, pure-blood Slytherin; a death-eater in waiting. Especially after he ran away in fourth-year, he wanted nothing more to do with anything or anyone that reminded him of the family he so hated.

You were the last person he expected to see when running away from the Slytherin dungeon hours after curfew. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and made no attempt to hide the smile on his face. They’d all split up after the fireworks went off, already waking up half the castle; he had to go the long way but Sirius was sure he’d lost Filch a few minutes ago. He was still running, excited to get back to their dorm and recount the night. They hadn’t pulled a prank like that in a while; it didn’t seem right with a war brewing. But, Merlin, Sirius just couldn’t wipe the grin from his lips. That was until he was shoved rather harshly into an empty wall around the corner from the Fat Lady’s portrait. The sound of the breath leaving him echoed down the corridor. Half expecting to see Filch’s ugly sneer and that buggering cat, he was beyond startled to see you, your wand pointed as his neck. You rolled your eyes at his bewildered expression.

“What the-“

“Listen,” you said softly, inching closer to him and gripping his robes in your hand tighter as you pushed him further into the wall, your wand further into his throat. “You’re part of the Order, yes?”

“What?”

Sirius was still getting to grips with the situation; mentally and physically winded. He watched the way you huffed, frowning at your exasperation.

“The Order of the Phoenix.” You insisted, letting go of his robe but not daring to move your wand. Your patience was wearing thin as it was. “Are you part of it?”

“What do you care, Slytherin?” he sneered, remembering himself, remembering who you were and where you’d both come from. Where you still were. Your frown hardened at his words; he felt your wand under his jaw.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Without looking away from his face, you pulled a piece of tatty parchment from your robe, holding it between two fingers.

“This is a list of every Slytherin intending to get the dark mark.”

Sirius opened his mouth. No words came out. He didn’t know what to say; the thought of it made him feel sick. You ignored his silence. You understood it. Your only response: pressing the paper into his palm. He looked down as his hand curled around it. His eyes followed your fingers up to your face. He frowned. He opened his mouth, so many questions dancing on his tongue. Shouting echoed from down the corridor, a soft meowing following the sound of footsteps. Sirius’ eyebrows shot into his hairline, panicking slightly. But then he saw your dry look; a raised eyebrow. Were you amused?

“’S your doing, I suppose.”

It wasn’t question.

Before Sirius could respond, you had disappeared in the opposite direction. He stood for a moment, feeling the soft paper in his hand as if it were the most important thing in the world. Then, he looked down and say Mrs. Norris, her angry eyes punctuated by odd footsteps. Sirius’ eyes widened before he sprinted to the Fat Lady’s portrait, hissing the password and clambering into the common room. When he reached the dorm, he slammed the door behind him, leaning back on it. James lay on the floor, laughing with Remus who had his legs crossed on his bed. Peter was in the corner, changing.

“Pads?” James asked, frowning at his friend’s face.

“You won’t believe what just happened.”

He was right, actually. Being right was no victory given the situation. They spent the night talking about the list, the Order, you. Even the sunrise didn’t stop them. Peter had fallen asleep on the floor just after 2am but Remus, James and Sirius had never faltered.

“Why give you the list?” James mused. “You don’t know each other, do you? Some old pureblood elitist family thing?”

“Last time we talked we were eight, Prongs.”

As they dressed for breakfast, Remus noticed Sirius’ faraway look.

“Regulus wasn’t on there.” He said softly, tightening his tie scruffily. Sirius only exhaled.

“That’s good, right?” Peter added, hope written all over his face.

“He’s not gone dark.” James watched his best friend warily.

“Not yet.” Sirius sighed, running his hands through his hair.

They left to get breakfast in silence.

It wasn’t until they were met with the glares of a few dozen Slytherins that they remembered their prank. Sirius didn’t care, though. He was focused on only one Slytherin. He hadn’t said anything since they’d got to the Great Hall, ignoring James’ flirting with Lily and Remus and Peter’s in-depth discussion of whether Peter could write two metres of parchment in an hour. You were talking to your friends. Well, your friends were talking; you didn’t seem to be paying that much attention either. It was when your friend let out a shriek of laughter that echoed around the room when he finally snapped. By the time he got to the Hufflepuff table, people started to pay attention to Sirius Black striding over to Slytherin, of all tables.

You didn’t seem surprised to see him at all. Maybe that was just in comparison to your friends’ shock-horror reactions when he demanded they get lost. The entire Great Hall was watching you now. Sirius was dishevelled. He clearly hadn’t slept. The bags under his eyes were almost as dramatic as the frantic look in his eyes. Neither of you spoke first but the Slytherins around you were eagerly waiting. It must’ve been a few minutes of silence now, the whole room quiet. You put your toast down, sucking butter from the pad of your thumb.

“Hello, Black.”

It was at that point, your eyes staring into his dangerously, that Sirius realised he had no plan. How very Gryffindor of him. You looked unfazed but he could see the way you were staring at him, somewhere between daring him and begging him not to say anything.

“Can I help you?” You folded your arms and tilted your head mockingly. “Or did you want some toast?”

A wave of snickers filtered through the room. Sirius didn’t care. Confused and frustrated, he stood up, hands flat on the table. And then he fled. You returned to your breakfast, indifferent to the whispers erupting around you.

Sirius had been out of it all day: he’d knocked over his cauldron in Potions (too busy staring in your general direction), went to Divination twice (he was sure his next class was with the Slytherins) and he’d managed to turn his goblet in Transfiguration into a snake, not the cookery book required. He was relieved when the end of Potions came and he was free to go to bed and ignore the wreckage of the day. Fate had better ideas, though. Once again caught off guard, he was pulled into a broom closet, the door slammed shut behind him and an angry Slytherin glaring at him.

“If you ever pull anything like that again, I will kill you.”

“Oh, did I threaten your precious pureblood reputation?”

He didn’t mean what he said, not really. But he put all the venom he could into his words, moody and desperate.

“Do you think that He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named gave me that list himself?” You asked, eyes alight and voice sharp. “That I asked him for a member’s list and he just owled one right over?”

He leant back against the door to the closet.

“Foolish.” You muttered under your breath, reaching for the door handle past Sirius. He couldn’t tell who you were talking about. Regardless, he held the door shut. When you looked at him, you saw the hard edges and the grey skies; the face of a Black.

“What about Regulus?”

“What about him?”

“He’s my brother.”

You blinked. “I know that.”

“He’s not on the list.”

“And?”

“So, he’s not a- not a Death Eater?” The way he gulped gave away how much he actually cared.

“Black-“

“Please.” His voice broke slightly. You screwed your eyes shut and huffed.

“Black, we are not friends. You and me? We’re not anything. I don’t like you. You made my life difficult this morning. I don’t need that. I gave you the list; now we’re even. Let me out.”

He knew he wouldn’t win this one. He let go, leaning against the wall rather than the door. As you opened the door, he frowned, stopping it with his foot. The look you shot him was nothing short of murderous.

“Even? What have I done for you?”

You let out a short, humourless laugh, letting the door close slightly. You looked down, rolling your eyes at the memory.

“In 3rd year, our parents were arranging our engagement. The plans fell through in 4th year. Walburga-“ he flinched at her name. “Wouldn’t say why. I saw you getting on the train with Potter’s parents the next year, though. It’s not hard to connect those dots.”

He didn’t say anything as you left; you didn’t spare him a second glance. He just stood there, musing on that this was the second time in as many days you’d left him speechless with his back against a wall.

[not-a-christmas-tree]

i watched the dallas theater company les mis and here are my observations part TWO

i recently watched a modern adaptation of les mis from 2014! i took hella notes bc les mis being set in modern day has a LOT MORE than you would think! i just posted my act one notes, so here are the ones from act two. enjoy! :D

ACT TWO

(Building The Barricade)

oh javert,,,you and your red beret-scarf combo

everyone shakes hands the same way?? they all like. half bro hug. young people ig 🤷‍♀️ 

oh on my own is gonna hurt me huh

éponine has her hands up when she goes to take the letter to cosette that’s an interesting take

jvj looks so done lmao “really bruh just give me the letter i’ll give it to cosette it’s FINE”

omg first time i’ve ever seen éponine not take the money after the letter!! that actually makes so much sense bc she doesn’t take marius’ money when he asks her to find cosette’s house either. that,,,yes that’s good

the modern era begs the question... why didn’t marius just ask for cosette’s number?? i’d assume it’s just a thing that jvj doesn’t allow her to have a phone bc The Cops, but. maybe marius and cosette are the straight version of cottagecore lesbians they just write letters for ~The Aesthetic~

(On My Own)

i was right on my own was gonna hurt me

first time i’ve ever seen an éponine disguise where she actually passes as a boy lmao 

FINALLY A VERSION OF OMO WHERE ITS NOT JUST FORLORN SELF-CARESSING THANK YOU

surprisingly i have less notes here that’s fun i thought i’d have more

(Javert at the Barricades)

WOAHHHHH THEY DID NOT SKIMP ON BARRICADE SET PIECES THAT SHIT IS COOOOOL

oh the barricade scenes are already hitting too hard 

cops are in riot gear cops. are in. riot gear.

oh the javert spy thing that also hits funny because obviously

gavroche is armed with a bat i love you son

FULL VERSION OF LITTLE PEOPLE AT THE BARRICADE AYEEEEE

(A Little Fall Of Rain)

wait hold on why is marius not,,,singing to éponine on “why have you come back here?” he’s like. scolding someone,,, huh??

oh enj goes to help marius with ép!! and he calls over who i assume would be joly i STAN

MARIUS CRIES AFTER ÉP DIES KILL MEEEE

(The First Attack)

i like how jvj does the second confrontation here. he looks less angry and more like,,,compassionate and that MAKES SENSE bc yk. he’s telling javert he’s wrong but he’s not doing it out of spite he’s doing it bc this guy NEEDS to know what he does as a cop and realize that being a cop isn’t just enforcing rules, and it never was just that. 

i do love the exasperated “gO” from jvj that’s kinda great ngl

(Drink With Me)

i’m very sad that there won’t be any exr from these boys

v e r y sad here

i do see grantaire looking PRETTY sad though

bold of y’all to assume that the modern day amis would all be straight

okay i can tell that grantaire really is going hard on the Existential Singing like,,,sure he’s just standing there but like. damn bro

SO THERE A R E LADIES ON THE BARRICADE WHY TF ARENT THEY FIGHTING

BETTER SEE SOME CHANGE THERE

i just realized that the cockades are buttons that is the BEST

(Bring Him Home)

jvj actually looks kinda happy in BHH and tbh i kinda like it?? it’s only on the “he’s like the son i might have known” line but i like it

oh those vowels oh boy they TALL

(The Final Battle)

enjolras is for some reason, still angry...why...why bro....

the staging for gavroche’s death is INTERESTING bc he’s reaching up at the sniper on the tower. hm. i dont hate it

OH SOMEONE ON THE BARRICADE IS RECORDING I THINK!!! GOOD ADDITION!!

i can’t imagine how many blood packs they went through 

oh enjolras’s death okay so. he’s in a like. No Man’s Land almost, and the riot cops come in after him. it’s an interesting take because it almost mirrors the scene in the book, except obvs grantaire isn’t here. they also have an added scene after he dies where cops are checking out and using radios that is. that is EERIE.

jvj walks over to enjolras’s body 🥺

HE ALSO FUCKIN S C R E A M S WHEN HE SEES MARIUS ON THE GROUND GODDAMN MAN O U C H

thenardier steals combeferre’s glasses wow thanks for that added pain

thenardier and jvj have a mini fight oh that’s kinda cool hm

(Javert’s Soliliquy)

javert opens his soliloquy with some SPICY SADNESS OH B O Y he sounds broken already!! start strong!!

emotions go broken - anger - confusion? - mAJOR confusion - hopelessness 

javert can FLY! no legit he’s on ropes

(Turning)

turning is. turning is almost a funeral. 

OH THEYRE N U N S !

nuns are visiting the barricade 🥺 

OH DAMN “what’s the use of praying if there’s nobody who hears?” THAT CERTAINLY HAS WEIGHT NOW THAT THEY ARE N U N S

it has just occurred to me that people have been dead on the floor for like. a solid five minutes 

(Empty Chairs At Empty Tables)

“now my friends. are dead. and gone” he pauses like he’s realizing it just then oh OUCHIE

wait is marius,,,at the barricades? is he legit singing to his friends dead bodies? oh shit oh NO

OH N O OH NONONO THIS IS WORSE

THE BARRICADE BOYS RISE UP FROM THE FLOOR OH N O OUCH OUCH

they group up and salute him and wALK OFF NO OWWWW

*cosette and marius kiss* jvj: *COUGH COUGH*

marius and valjean’s lil conversation is interesting in the way valjean seems to ask marius “who am i?” rather than ask himself. he phrases it in a way that makes me think he’s like. quizzing marius lmao 

(The Wedding)

omg i think baby cosette and éponine are flower girls 🥺🥺

“go away thenardier” *madame mouths ‘dammit!’*

thenardier your boat shoes hurt me

madame: “get up! get up!” thenardier: “stop—STOP IT!” 

TWO GUYS ARE DANCING TOGETHER AND WAVE AT THENARDIER ON “this ones a queer, but what can you do”

yeah i think i found my new favorite thenardiers thank you dallas theater company

fantine sits on the bench when cosette comes by, cosette sits on bench next to her, and fantine tries to touch her but can’t 🥺

jvj just gave a hand-over-heart head nod to cosette but fantine gave it back i,,,ouch

ENJOLRAS AND GAVROCHE ARE WITH FANTINE AND ÉPONINE FOR JVJ’S DEATH

the chain gang is in the epilogue i repeat the cHAIN GANG IS IN THE EPILOGUE

the orchestra rests on the last “say do you hear the distant drums” and that was the coolest thing i’ve ever heard

that final harmony is MONEYYYY and i want to cry

OVERALL NOTES:

this javert has the most interesting interpretation because up until his FINAL SCENE he is the stone cold police officer, and he plays it SO WELL. like i have never been truly angry at a javert up until this guy, and whether that was because it was modern and resonates A LOT in 2020 or he just looks like a cop i want to punch, I DON’T KNOW but he plays it SO WELL and i love it so much!!

these thenardiers are the fucking BEST NGL they are the perfect mix of funny and cruel. madame t is also funny as HELL and i wish i had her talent lmao

i said it before but the police costumes in this show are. woosh. kudos to the costumer i took one look at those guys and was like “haha, no!.” vaguely related to that, i think this was the first time i nearly cried at Look Down like. the first song at the show, simply because of the convict getting the SHIT beat out of him on the floor. that hurt me and i hate that it is completely accurate to what happens in prisons today.

lovely ladies was,,,a LOT and tbh, i feel like it didn’t need to be. obviously it does show how horrible it is for sex workers, but that is why the music is there. the music and lyrics is there to tell what you don’t show visually. (though i do love the male prostitute lmao he took no shit)

i also said this before but the fact that there wasn’t bigger of a relationship between enjolras and grantaire kind of annoys me simply because they are revolutionaries in the present day. you can’t tell me that ALL OF THEM WERE STRAIGHT. with how many people i know now that identify under the queer and trans umbrella, and also how queer they are (to me) in the brick, the absence of any exr in a modern interpretation hurts a little.

in conclusion, this show was fucking FANTASTIC and even though i’m six years late, it still resonates hard given the time we live in today. i think i nearly screamed when i saw the cops in riot gear on the barricade because that is LITERALLY HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. this just reminds me how timeless the story of les mis is because you had to change LITERALLY NOTHING from the story to make it make sense in the modern age, and that is really the lesson you should learn from les mis; these things happen everywhere, and they need to be fixed. 

thank you for listening to my rambling, i am sure i forgot something because there was just so damn much but i hope you enjoyed otherwise! not-a christmas-tree out! :)

[bestbakubros]

a/n: hello!! I wanted to do a little mini story of a tiktok I saw today! thank you to @/little_red_fox_ for the inspiration!! you guys should check Kaitlyn out on tiktok, their cosplays are super wonderful!! also I wanted to try banners so haha enjoy!!! 

warning: cursing, extreme fluff!!, might make you hungry?

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Katsuki stealing his crush’s cookie bc she said no

Tomorrow was the start of teacher appreciation week and what better way to show your love for your teachers but through food! So that Sunday night after dinner, you began making your delicious batch of chocolate chip cookies for the U.A teachers. They were your grandmother’s recipe and you’ve always made them the same way she did to get that ooey gooey chocolate taste. 

Your classmates were busy else where, so you had the whole kitchen to yourself. You grab some flour, sugar, butter, eggs, vanilla extract, and chocolate chips from the pantry and began your preparation. You mixed all the ingredients together, just as your grandma had said in her recipe and soon you had a delicious bowl of cookie dough. You took a small scoop of the dough on your spoon, tasting the sugary chocolately goodness. 

A satisfied smile appears on your face as you start to separate the dough into medium sized balls. After scooping and rolling the last bit of cookie dough, you smile proudly at your hard work, putting the cookies into the oven. You set a timer, setting your phone aside and walking over to the living room where some of your friends were just talking among themselves. 

The timer on your phone soon rings from the kitchen, you saunter over to the kitchen happily, putting on the oven mittens and carefully taking the tray of fresh cookies out. You carefully place it on the counter, taking a cooling rack to cool down the sweets. Everyone was up in their rooms by the time you took the cookies out to cool or so you thought.

You start to clean the mess you made when you hear footsteps behind you and a gruff voice say, “Oh cool cookies.” You turn your attention to the blonde boy reaching out for one, placing the bowl you were washing back down into the sink. “Not for you Bakugo!” Katsuki looks up at you confusion in his eyes, then annoyance. “Tch! What do you mean!? I didn’t want them anyways, nerd.” He pushes past you to the fridge, hitting your shoulder lightly and grabbing a water bottle. 

You roll your eyes, returning to what you had previously been doing, trusting Bakugo wouldn’t take the sweet. Katsuki proceeds to walk out of the kitchen, quickly glancing up at you, noting that you weren’t paying attention before quickly snatching a cookie before you could say no to him again. The cooling rack rattles, your eyes quickly darting to him again. 

Your eyes meet and all you see is Bakugo quickly shoving the cookie in his mouth. “KATSUKI!!” He gives you a small smirk before shrugging his shoulders like he didn’t just shove a whole cookie in his mouth. “Whuf are youf going tof fucking do about it, nerf?” Katsuki says still chewing the chocolate goodness. “Ugh!” Suki smirks, satisfied that he could annoy. 

He didn’t secretly like you and loved when you got angry cause you looked cute as hell.

[rankdisasster]

sixteen

Billy Hargrove x fem reader

“A fic where you and billy are exes, you've not seen him for a while bc you go to different schools. Billy sees you with a guy all over each other in town and goes to a party that night to blow off steam but you're there with your new bf. You and the boyfriend break up at the party because he was being a dick. You go off with billy and spend the night with him” requested by anonymous.

word count: 4,147

warning(s): swearing

a/n: was gonna split this into two chapters bc of how long it is, but I figured why not. this turned out lighter and funnier than I originally thought. oh and I made the reader and Billy nineteen going on twenty. love the idea anon, thank you! tell me in my asks if you guys like longer fics cause I can stretch all mine out. I personally love long ones. let me know! also left the reader’s asshole bf nameless on purpose, you can put in any douchey name you want.

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If anybody were to tell Billy what he would’ve seen when he went on an innocent trip to the supermarket to pick up his favorite frozen burritos, he would’ve ditched the frozen food and just order in a pizza for himself instead. Nothing could’ve prepared him for the shock, then the disappointment, and not to mention the utter fucking disgust of seeing you play Happy Housewife picking up groceries with a boy holding onto you by your hip. You were laughing with the tall handsome stranger, pointing at the sprinkled donuts as if there was something hilarious or entertaining about them.

Billy had originally been strolling through the aisles at ease, happy to get out of the house and go do something besides work, class, or going to the gym. Becoming a young adult for Billy meant chores like grocery shopping, and attending community college as a fresh start, also working at the car place down the street from town. He’d been doing good for a change, and it was a different feeling for him. Usually something (or in this case someone) would have him kicking and screaming his way back to his old self. Back when he was never anything but angry, sat around and blamed the world and refused to properly deal with his feelings, or think over his actions. However, college started and he met new people, strived to better himself not just physically but mentally. He even ditched his regular tough guy workout diet, replacing the protein shakes once in awhile and grabbing a case of colorful mouth-watering mini cupcakes for himself instead. He was hoping to treat himself because he deserved it, but this is what the world would rather graciously gift him: his ex girlfriend pawing at some douchey delinquent right in front of his face.

Billy reacted quick, almost embarrassingly quick, hiding himself behind the nearest corner with his back to the wall, his treats still sitting in the grocery basket as he cautiously peeked around to see if you were coming closer in his direction. Seeing as though you weren’t there anymore, he thanked his lucky stars and at last minute grabbed a bucket of vanilla ice cream from the nearest freezer section, because he fucking can, thank you very much. That’s what seeing “the one that got away” sucking face with somebody else at the store had done to the poor boy. The blonde anxiously tiptoed around the perimeter of the store, looking for your hair or that guy’s ugly face. After his target seemed to have vanished in thin air, thankfully, Billy sighed in deep relief and ran a hand over his suddenly warm face, coming down from the mini panic attack that you just unknowingly put him through. He thought you’d ditch Hawkins like you always said you would, find a better home to break more boys’ hearts and get a degree somewhere fancy. But then again, Billy remembers that there’s a lot of things you said you would do and ended up not doing.

“Hi, thank you for shopping with us. Would this be all for you today?” The kind middle aged woman behind the cash register asked. Billy scratched his head before forgetting if Max asked for anything or not, then decided whatever munchies she wanted could wait for next time. But first Billy needed to find another fucking store to shop at now, feeling like this place made Hell look like a playground with you and lover boy waltzing around, having a jolly time.

“Um, d’you think we could get this over with? ‘M kinda in a hurry here,” Billy laughs out of his anxiety, seeing the cashier woman take her time ringing him up. He squeamishly reached into his back pocket for his wallet and pulled out a few bucks then handed them over. She took the bills and slided them into the register one by one after scanning all of his items.

“Of course, sir. Would you like your receipt in the bag, or —?” Billy nodded his head and rushed to grab his bagged goodies before his name got called by a voice he never wanted to hear again.

“Billy?”

Holy mother of God.

Billy slowly turned around as if he were a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and there you were. He didn’t want to make it obvious that he was checking you out, seeing if you’ve changed a lot or just a little since three and a half years ago. And you did. You matured quite a bit, got a new hairstyle that suits you, and you have a cute outfit on with your usual style that hasn’t changed drastically since you were sixteen. Billy remembers all your adorable band tees you’d wear, and he also remembers yanking them off of you when he took you to his room. But he probably shouldn’t think about that right now, not with you and your new boyfriend right in front of him.

“Uh... hey,” he breathes out, clearing his throat and straightening out his jacket, even smoothing out his hair like an idiot as if it wasn’t too late to already. As if he still cared what you think of him and his appearance. You raised your brows at him and grinned like it was fucking amusing to see him get so worked up and uncomfortable, still a bitch, then grabbed a hold of the man’s coat and gave it a tug to signal him for his attention. The tall, dark handsome man looks over at Billy as you greet him.

“Hey there, stranger. It’s been a few,” you greet him as if he were an old colleague or some bullshit, not at all like an ex who’s heart you smashed to pieces. It’s unsettling to Billy, and he knows something is up, like you’re not completely being real, not acting like yourself. Even if it’s been a few years, there’s no way in hell you could have tossed your whole personality out the window. “Babe, this is Billy. He’s an old family friend of mine,” you introduce the two boys and they shake hands, your boyfriend’s grip much tighter and Billy’s more hesitant. What the fuck is happening?

“What’re you up to these days?” You inquire, probably faking interest in how he turned out after high school. Billy knows he doesn’t have it in him to stand another second of this conversation, and when shit hits the fan, he bolts.

“You know, sorry but I really gotta go. This was great, uh. Nice seeing you Y/N, and nice meeting you Amigo, ” he snatches his groceries before all but running out of the store, nearly knocking his head into the automatic opening door on the way out, recovering quickly. Leaving your boyfriend confused and you feeling somewhat lonely, suddenly wishing to be sixteen and by his side again.

—

“Family friend? What the fuck was that!” Billy punched the steering wheel before he strapped on his seatbelt and threw his comfort food in the backseat. He can’t believe you, that you’d call him a family friend after all you two had been through. You were the first girl he ever actually found himself liking, and after you transferred to another school and dropped him like trash, you had since been the last girl he ever trusted, too. It was early 1983 when Billy was finally getting the attention from girls he wanted and having the time of his life in his second year of high school. You came around and made the first move asking him out, even calling the shots on what to do when you first started messing around, like the drunk on sex and hormones teenagers you were. You stood out amongst the other girls, he noticed it immediately and thought it would be fun to have a partner he could try out all the stuff he’d wanted to do. Practice was what he had called it, for when the time comes that his performance in bed actually mattered, since he was just a kid that went no further than second base before in his short life.

Things took a turn, and looking back now Billy should’ve seen it coming. Catching feelings and spending an awful lot of time together made him weak, made him more vulnerable than he’d ever been before. You fell for him too, or maybe you just said that to appease him, Billy doesn’t know anymore and gets a headache when he tries putting the puzzle together. Always missing what the point of it all was. Meeting him, smiling at him and making the boy feel special, feel like a real man even at the tender age of sixteen. Teaching him how to fuck, how to make love, how to give head that could make a girl scream and beg for more, more, more. More importantly teaching him that it’s healthy to talk to people about how he feels, listening to others in return. Then out of nowhere, dropping Billy like a fly when you moved and never calling him back after you promised him you would. Like it meant nothing to you.

He had so much he wanted to say to you but you were untouchable. He didn’t know your new address to write you, couldn’t for the life of him look your family up in the phone book either. He’d never felt so hopeless, so alone. And it was a stab in the back that you never lived up to your word, promising you’d keep in contact with him and never forget about him. The then sixteen-year-old cried hard in his pillow every night for weeks wondering what went wrong to have you not even try to keep in contact. And to do that, to shove him away in a drawer labeled nothing by calling him a family friend... fuck.

Billy snaps out of the painful flashback and refuses to let any tears out. If he didn’t deserve an explanation or some type of closure, then you didn’t deserve any of his tears. He rubbed his eyes as he sped home, then almost forgets the bags of frozen food in the back with how distracted he had gotten. When he made it into the house, he heated up two of his favorite frozen burritos in the microwave and ate all his sorrow away.

As Billy finished up his greasy deliciousness, he wiped his hands off on his already dirty jeans and answered the telephone attached to the wall that obnoxiously rang. It was Tommy on the line, saying something about some banger being thrown tonight. Just like that, a lightbulb lit up in Billy’s head.

Hell yeah.

Getting drunk, dancing drunk, burying all his feelings in some college girl’s pussy and chugging vodka sounded heavenly. Anything to forget the feelings and thoughts he had that slowly but surely started coming back up to the surface about Y/N.

—

Pretending to have a good time when you’d rather be home asleep is exhausting. The day dragged on with your boyfriend taking you place after place, spending penny after penny on you in hopes to buy your love, your affection, and your time. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair in distress as lover boy decided to take you to another party you weren’t too keen on attending. Drinking sucked and made you sick, your boyfriend hated when you got stoned, so that ruled out all the fun of these get togethers. You tried to protest but he was insistent on going, it was no use; he had to have everything he wanted, and damn anything or anyone that got in his way.

“I’m serious. Give me the keys. You’ve had your fun, now I can drive you back to yours and you get your car from mine in the morning, alright?” you tried to ask nicely twice already, but he either ignored or refused you. He was passed tipsy already, slurring as he called you names and kept whining about how you never want to have any fun. When you try to take the keys from his back pocket he shoved you away then poured the remainder of his beer in your face. Absolutely humiliated with all eyes on you, you grabbed the nearest full drink not giving a shit who it belonged to and did the same, drenching his face in whatever sticky contents were in the solo cup and gave him the finger, running upstairs. Knowing lover boy he probably won’t even remember what happened tonight, beg for forgiveness, try to buy you back to him. Not happening this time.

Finding the nearest empty room upstairs to cry by yourself then clean off the stench of beer from your face and your clothes, you weren’t quite expecting your ex from three and a half years ago to come stumbling out of the restroom, the toilet flushing behind him as he still struggled to zip himself. He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth too, looking about as “put together” as he did at the store. You laughed at the sight, classic Billy, and he snapped his head over to the sound and his cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth.

“You following me or something?” He asks, giving up on his belt and leaving it undone.

“Oh, actually I am. You caught me,” you replied, sarcasm blatant in your tone. You pulled the knobs to turn the sink on and cupped you’re hands to gather up a pool of water to wash your face that was still drenched in beer. Billy saw how disheveled you looked and wondered if it was because you were having a great time or a horrible time. Based on your attitude, he had to guess it wasn’t the ladder. “Is there anywhere you don’t smoke?” you ask, seeing as though he still smoked like a chimney even while taking a piss.

Billy chooses to ignore that, knowing you already had the answer to that question. Instead, he chooses to comment on your wet hair and beer stinking up your clothes. “Trouble in paradise?” He asks conversationally. You looked up at him and scoffed, giving him a glimpse of your ruined mascara now running down your cheeks.

“I’m not in paradise,” you answer vaguely, not wanting to bother him with the details. You just knew he wanted an I Told You So, but you were stubborn enough not give it to him.

“Sure seems like it,” he responds. You want to roll your eyes at the signature attitude he’s giving, but can’t help feeling odd by the fact that you two were alone in a room together and he still hadn’t put his belt on properly.

“You look like an idiot. Come here,” you beckon him with your finger and he doesn’t move a muscle, just staring at you with his sultry blue eyes. “Alright, have it your way. I’ll come to you, prick,” after taking four steps to meet him you yank his belt then strap it on the tightest hole possible, finishing up by lacing the strap through the belt loops. While pulling away, Billy meets your eyes and holds your stare, not even blinking before he snaps out of it and goes back to brat mode.

“Thanks, but I’m not a goddamn child anymore. And you stink like PBR.”

“Oooh, sick burn, dude. It was a Budlight, by the way. That all you have left in you?”

“No, I have more. You got time to hear ‘em?”

“Got all night.”

—

You and Billy stayed upstairs and got to catching up, also throwing immature insults like “you peaked at sixteen” and “at least I don’t smoke on the toilet.” When you both finally let up and started laughing at your past mistakes and not holding grudges because of them, that’s when the energy in the room took a turn and you now remember that this is the Billy you knew. The doofus in the supermarket that ran into the door. Now you both lay on the bed, the blonde boy propped up by the headboard still chainsmoking, and you on the other end of the bed with your feet in his lap. Billy’s heart sings with how much he missed this, missed talking and just fucking around with eachother. Not taking anything serious. It was one of the many favorite qualities he had about you.

“Shit, I can’t even believe you’re really here. Never thought I’d see you again,” he murmurs while looking down at you, playfully tickling your feet that were in front of him. You reacted by almost kicking him in the face with laughter, then demanded he knock it off to which he surrendered.

“Well, same goes for me I guess. I can’t believe you don’t even try buttoning your shirts,” you say as he laughs and hides his face in his hands, adorably self conscious. “It’s hot though, don’t get me wrong. I can forgive you for that,” you sit up and reach to tug on the collar of his red button up, before you suddenly remember how you got here in the first place. “Can you ever forgive me?”

Billy snaps his head up at the change in conversation, seeing as though you’re both getting to that point of the night. When you really start to talk about everything.

“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

You keep your eyes trained on him and scoot further up the bed right next to him before taking his cigarette from his mouth and giving it a drag yourself.

“Can you take me home?”

Billy turns his body towards yours and wraps one arm over your shoulder, as if protecting you. “I don’t know where you live anymore,” he rubs your back and let’s you lean your head in his exposed chest.

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” you whisper as he nods in understanding, taking his keys from his pocket and opening the bedroom door and opening it for you.

—

Billy drove you to his apartment and led you up to his room, which he kept much neater than he did back in the day. He even had a bookcase that was filled with the classics as well as a variety of horror novels. Posters of naked playboy women were removed and instead he now had his class schedule hung up along with metal bands and movie posters decorating the walls. His bed was unmade, but what made you laugh out loud was seeing three rolls of tissue that were crumbled up on his bedside table.

“What? I’m getting over a cold, you asshole.” He defended himself as he took off his shirt, not caring to tell you to leave as he changed. You had to double take when you saw the ink on his upper arm, where a cheesy old fashioned skull tattoo lay.

“You can’t be serious — this isn’t real. That cannot be real,” your eyes wide with disbelief and not asking for permission before trying to rub it off, expecting it to smudge.

“Nope. It’s totally real,” he goes on to tell you his experience going in and getting it on his eighteenth birthday after feeling extra rebellious. After his story was finished he realizes he forgot to ask if you’d even eaten dinner yet. “You hungry at all? Got these kickass frozen burritos, plenty to share,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you agree that they sound fantastic right about now. Billy leads you back downstairs to the kitchen and plopping a couple of them on a plate and heating them up in the microwave.

“Billy, can I tell you something?”

“Uh, sure. If you wanna ruin our meal then go for it,” Billy answers, burning his fingers on the hot plate when he tries taking it out. The boy hissed and cursed, holding his sensitive hand as if it were a wounded animal. Still sitting at the kitchen table, you roll your eyes at his stupidity and impatience then grab the oven mittens from a drawer and grab the plate for you two.

“It’s hot,” you say obviously, stopping him from taking a bite of the sizzling meal.

“Yeah, thanks for the heads up.”

“I’m serious. We’ve been avoiding it all night, but I know I hurt you when I didn’t keep in touch like I said—“

“Y/N, stop.”

“No. You need to understand-“

“I said stop.” he snaps, quickly transitioning to defense mode, vastly uncomfortable with the change in subject. It was silent for too long, and Billy didn’t want to wait any longer for the food to cool, taking a bite and spilling beans down his shirt. “Goddammit,” he grumbled before you took the lead and grabbed a napkin to clean his tank top.

“You need a bib,” you advise.

“You’re not my fucking mom, alright! You ask me to to take you back here, make me feel like a child. You’re the child. You are! Go back to your snobby little boy toy, why don’t you? Christ.” he rubs his eyes after finishing his tangent, talking more under his breath about how “unbelievable” you are, and taking another sloppy bite from the burrito but nevertheless passing the plate to you and offering you some.

“I’m not hungry anymore, and I dumped my ‘boy toy’ right when he dumped his Budlight on me.” you quote Billy’s nickname for your new ex, then your stomach interrupts you by rumbling. He looks at you and then the plate knowingly. With a sigh, you grab the burrito and take a few nibbles before wiping your hands. Billy starts to stomp back up to his room before calling your name, pausing at the top of the stairs.

“I’m going to the gym tomorrow, Max is sleeping over at her friend El’s. You don’t have to stay.”

—

Billy doesn’t know what made him clam up so fast. Maybe it was how you still treated him like he was stupid, or that you wouldn’t drop it and bring up the breakup when he thought he was actually having a nice night. As soon as he enters his room he throws a pillow across the room and pouts before laying on his bed staring up at the ceiling. He surges for his back up pack of smokes and lights one up, the nicotine relieving him of his anxiety. Eventually he had to get up again to take a piss and when he exited the bathroom, there you were, waiting for him.

“Can’t get rid of me, William.”

“Who got rid of who last time, huh?” He blows smoke in your face with a smirk, happy about the cleverness of his comeback. “I already forgave you. Don’t bother.” He told you, strolling back to his room with his smoke trailing behind him.

“I’m sorry for referring to you as a family friend. Honestly, if he were to hear anything different he would’ve hurt me and then he would’ve killed you.” Billy stopped and turned around to where you stand, seeing your eyes brimmed with tears as you held your chest, trying your hardest not to fall apart.

Tugging on his heart strings since he was sixteen, Billy can’t help but give in.

“Come here.”

You fall into his warm embrace, with “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” I’m repeat and he shushes you while petting your hair, holding you tight.

“Y/N, baby, don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” he pleads, not standing it when you’re sad and especially when he was the cause of it.

“I left you and I didn’t talk to you ever again because I’m replaceable. You could’ve found any other girl or... or anybody to keep you company the rest of high school. But you spent it moping about losing me like the fucking idiot you are!” you laugh out loud, and it wasn’t humorous. Billy leads you in his room and ashes his cigarette without taking his hands off you.

“Listen. No, listen to me. Shut the fuck up. I didn’t mope about just any girl, and I don’t ever cry and bitch about her leaving me unless she meant the fucking world to me,” he takes your head in his hands, wanting to make you understand.

“I still love you. Even if you smoke on the toilet and do all the other weird shit you do,” you smile as you sniffle, embaressed about getting his shirt wet. Billy assured you that it didn’t matter then pulls you close to his lips.

“And I love you, even if you still reek like PBR.”

“It was a Budlight that was thrown at me, actually.”

“Shut up.”

And now Billy can say he’s never been more grateful he went to the supermarket for his favorite frozen burritos that morning.

—

sorry this sooo long but the idea was just too cute for it to be a small basic one shot!!

[derryhawkins]

Puppy Love

summary: Right after she breaks up with her abusive boyfriend, Beverly house and dog sits for her two good friends while they’re gone for a month. During this time she has to take the dog to the vet because of a terrible limp, and there she meets the one and only Ben Hanscom – a sweetheart with a pure soul and kind eyes. Untrusting of men other than her three best friends, Beverly believes she’ll never find someone to trust and be with for the rest of her life. But as time goes on, and as she becomes friends with Ben, that belief gradually changes. word count: 5.7k warnings: mentions of abuse (i don’t go into detail); there’s also a bit where she has a panic attack but i don’t go into to much detail there either a/n: hello i meant to post this earlier but i got anxious and then i needed to focus on school bc of a paper and today tumblr is being a bitch, so. sorry lmao. hope you enjoy this tho!! ignore any typos and/or spelling mistakes 

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chapter one: bad limp

Beverly Marsh doesn’t trust men – most of them, at least. The only men she does trust are her good friends: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, and Mike Hanlon.

She and Richie had grown up across the street from one another, and he was the only kid who adamantly stuck by her side through the hells of elementary, middle, and high school in their small town of Derry, Maine. They were both the outcasts there from the get go. A kid who was too talkative for his own good, a boy who came out proudly bisexual in middle school, a teen who couldn’t sit still for the life of him; paired with a kid who had bruises on her body everyday, a girl who learned men looked at her wrong at too young of an age, a teen who got slut shamed for very untrue rumors. Then college came, and the two hauled ass to New York City to go to college, sharing a shitty one bedroom apartment and working hellish hours to scrape by. They didn’t go to the same university, though; Richie went to NYU for four years in drama and then went a different route of standup comedy while Beverly went to a smaller college to get a cosmetology degree.

Those years, they met Eddie Kaspbrak and Mike Hanlon. Eddie was at the same college Beverly went to on way to become a Science teacher, and they both worked at a crappy coffee place. They got along extremely well and after a while she introduced him to Richie, the two beginning their marriage-like bickering instantly. It was no surprise to Beverly when they got together in their second year of college. The feisty young man complemented their duo extremely well from the get-go, officially making them into an inseparable trio in no time. Then comes in Mike Hanlon, a sweet boy who grew up on a farm and who was on his way to become the best veterinarian known to man. ("I'm not gonna be the best one, guys, chill." - "Well, we think you will be.") He was Eddie’s room mate and about the time Eddie and Richie started dating was when Mike got pulled in, making their group an even four. Beverly had been hesitant at the time. Her father and every man back home made her wary of how men and boys would be towards her, her own boyfriend no help to that thought process at all, but Mike was quick to prove her wrong. He didn’t stare at her as if she were a piece of meat – hell, he still doesn’t, and neither do the other two (for obvious reasons) – and he’s never anything but gentle.

And then there’s Tom.

How she ended up with a nearly carbon copy of her father as a boyfriend during college is beyond her. He looked harmless back then, Bev remembers; he charmed her way into her life, making her believe everything was fine, but then slowly started manipulating different situations and raising his hand at her and verbally threatening her. She should’ve gotten out of it sooner but something kept her there with the asshole; something kept her from telling her friends, coming up with lame excuses as to why another bruise had formed on her wrist.

Fast forward some years. The even four graduated – Tom, too – and Richie beings to work his ass off to get gigs and all for his stand up comedy career that hopefully won't flop, and Eddie’s searching for assistant teaching jobs, and Beverly is working at really nice hair salon that pays well, and Mike is in Veterinary School. And she’s still with Tom; her friends are starting to catch on, if they hadn’t before. A few more years down the line, Richie gets a big break (okay not that big, but it's a break nonetheless), and somehow becomes extremely popular among the teens after his tweet about his cute but angry chihuahua like boyfriend. Eddie has been an assistant teacher for a couple years now and getting ready to become just a regular teacher; and Mike’s out of Veterinary School, and Bev’s opening up her own salon after a two year business program at a community college. She’s still dating Tom.

Until she’s not. At 26, Beverly has had enough. After nearly seven or eight years of something she grew up enough with because of her father, she gains the courage to finally stand up again to her another abusive man in her life. The other three finally knew the entire truth and with their help and pep talks and comforting words and hugs, Beverly stands up for herself. She dumps Tom. A fight ensues. She acquired a few new bruises and he expects her still in their shared apartment when he comes home from work. But when he’s gone, through tears and cries, she packs up everything. Literally everything. And then she’s getting in the crappy Honda she’s had since her first year in college with all of her belongings and driving to Richie’s and Eddie’s house just a little bit away. They aren't there, though. Richie is on a mini tour for a month and to because it was the summer and to celebrate the fact someone hired him as an actual teacher for the upcoming school year, Eddie tagged along.

Beverly doesn’t trust men, and the full reason why hits her like a train as she sits in her best friend’s and his boyfriend’s home, alone and honestly a bit scared. It makes her sad thinking over how much she loves and trusts three guys with her life, but two harmful men and the disgusting, predatory looks from other men out weighs her best friends’ good intentions. As she sits there, suitcases haphazardly pushed into the living room and body sore, she wonders if she should go to the doctor. It’s only a few bruises and a busted lip, though. Eddie, if he knew, would be fussing over her and dragging her out of the house in an instant to get her checked on from worry – the opposite of what his mother did constantly to him as a child.

The redhead chuckles at the thought of the Kaspbrak fretting over her, but then a few tears are leaving her eyes and suddenly she’s crying again, and wanting to call one of her boys, but she can’t. She doesn’t want to. Not yet, anyway. Richie’s having too much fun, Eddie’s enjoying his break, Mike is already working, having a good time while doing so. They didn’t need to worry over her while they’re living their lives to the fullest.

A bark interrupts her thought process and she blinks, confused for a split second until she remembers Sid. A black lab with too much energy for her own good, just a little over a year old. Richie and Eddie had gotten Sid when she was four months old. They almost didn’t get her all because they weren't sure how often they'd get to spend with the puppy. Both are home more often than they thought, though still both of their jobs restrain them from spending the amount of time they want with the puppy - less often than they first thought, though. Thankfully, both Mike and Bev are available more often than not, Bev the most. They help take care of Sid when the couple can’t, which honestly isn't that much, and the adorable dog has somehow formed into everyone’s pet over time with how often they're all at the Tozier-Kaspbrak house.

Bev wipes under her eyes and cheeks, wincing at her palm pushes into the bruise on her cheek too hard, and makes her way through the house to the back door. She peers outside to the fenced backyard and sees Sid near the back, tail up and ears perked; on high alert. The dog probably heard something she didn't like, or maybe saw a squirrel. Beverly opens the door after she unlocks it, and one hand rests on the door frame.

“Sid!” She shouts to get the dogs attention. “C’mere, girl!” Sid yaps and runs to Beverly instantly, and the woman’s laughing a bit as she crouches down, the dog attacking her with licks. Beverly pets the dog in return and moves to sit on her butt. “Hey, girl. You missed me, huh? I was just here yesterday, though, before your dads left. You miss them, too? Hm, I bet. I do. Yeah, I do, and they miss you, no doubt about it. C’mon, hey- oof, let me stand up, girl. Sid- Okay, thank you. Hey, can you sit? I’ll give you treat! Good girl, let me take a picture.”

Beverly snaps a picture of Sid, the black lab’s tongue hanging out the side of her mouth as she pants, floppy ears forward and dark eyes wide. She quickly sends the picture to Eddie, paired with a text of heart and dog emojis and ‘she misses u!’. She then ushers Sid inside, brows furrowing when she thinks she sees the dog limping, but it was hard to tell. She quickly finds the dog treats in the kitchen pantry, and feeds Sid one right as she gets a reply from her friend.

[from: coffee buddy 11:49 am MNFK SHES SO CUTESJDK I MISS HER TOO GIVE HER LOVE SOME LOVE FOR US]

[to: coffee buddy 11:50 am i'll be sure to give her all the love dw ur pretty lil head]

[from: dipshit 11:52 am SID!!!!!!! THE CUTEST!!!!!!!!!! THANK U FOR UR SERVICE BEV]

[to: dipshit 11:52 am mwah ur welcome rich x]

She smiles at their reactions. It's cute and something she's seen a thousand times throughout the year they've had Sid. One time, she had watched and listened to Richie gush over Sid sleeping with her head in Eddie's lap, his boyfriend drifting off to sleep as well. Unfortunately, that memory ends with Tom calling her and demanding her home for the night, cutting the friends' fun night together short.

Beverly finds herself frowning at the memory and doesn't bother to keep track of Sid as she wanders throughout the house. The young woman stays in the kitchen, her mood coming back down. She brushes stands of her long hair out of her face, her features scrunching up in disgust. She hates it long. Hates the way it gets the way and how she always has to do something with it, always having to get tangles out at the ends. Tom loves her long hair though, and after some persuasion back in college, Beverly grew it out again and kept it at the same mid-back length. Her stomach churns with the realization her father liked her hair long, too. It was the reason she chopped it all off in the first place. Self-hate settles in her, and she can feel the tears coming back as she leans against the counter when her phone starts ringing again. She jumps. The irrational part of her brain is telling her that the caller is Tom, that he somehow found out that she left home while at work, and he's coming over to drag her back. The other part - the rational part - knows that can't be it.

With shaky hands, she pulls her phone back out. Relief floods through her at seeing the familiar number of one of her clients. She sighs and presses the green dot on the screen before putting it on speaker. It was Audra Phillips, a wonderful woman around her age that started coming to Beverly's own salon the moment it opened, always complimenting Bev's work and saying how the redhead should be a renowned stylist for hair, makeup and clothes. "Hi, Audra," she greets, hoping her voice doesn't give off the fact that she had been close to crying.

"Beverly, hi!" Audra greets, happy. If she can tell something is up, she doesn't say anything. "I was just wondering if we're still on for one today? It's just- I'm busy these next couple days and there's a court case Friday, and I really don't want to look like shit. The split ends are bad. And it's my first one, y'know?"

"Of course, yeah," Beverly does her best to sound up beat. "I was actually just about to leave to get everything ready." It's a lie, but the other woman doesn't need to know that. Until Audra called, Beverly's mind had completely pushed away her one o'clock appointment, too engrossed into the early morning fight with Tom and her leaving without his knowledge.

"Wonderful! You are a life saver, Marsh, I fucking love you."

A genuine smile reaches her lips. "It's truly no problem, Audra. I'll see you at one."

They hang up, and Beverly goes to the bathroom after fishing her makeup bag from one of her suitcases. She stares at herself, taken back by the appearance. The bruise on her cheek is worse than she thought, and she had dried blood she didn't know about on her chin from the cut on her lip. Her striking blue eyes are bloodshot and rimmed red from crying on and off throughout the morning, and her bright red hair was a bird's nest. She is a complete and utter mess, and she has no idea how to make it seem like she isn't. But she does her best for the next ten minutes; she covers up the bruise with ease, and does her make up to where the only indication of her crying are the bloodshot eyes. She tames her hair to the best of her ability and just throws it into a ponytail. She keeps what she's already wearing on - a tee from Disney World that she got a some years back when she and her three friends were all free of school - with light skinny jeans and converse. Then, she puts Sid back outside in the backyard, grabs her keys, makes sure the doors are all locks and that the lights are off, and finally leaves.

+++

"-and I've always wanted to start a fashion line. Or do something with fashion, and make up too, which is why I started that- that...what's the word? Oh, well, that thing where people can make appointments for getting their makeup and hair done for dates, or prom, or whatever - oh, a bundle! The two in one. Gosh, I'm the owner and can't even fucking remember these things correctly," Beverly says, wincing as she remembers that she's talking to a customer. "Sorry for my language."

Audra chuckles from where she sits directly in front of Beverly, the woman behind her snipping away at her now wet hair. "You know I don't care about your language, Bev, keep on with it. And don't down talk yourself, sweetie, everyone forgets things."

They meet eyes in the mirror and share a smile. Audra has been at the salon for some time now. Beverly washed the other woman's hair before actually starting to cut it, per Audra's request. During that time they had conversed about a million and one things, leaving one conversation to go to another only to jump back to a topic that had long since been forgotten when one of them remembered something else. It was nice, Beverly had to admit. It was getting her mind off of that morning.

"Would you add fashion if you could? To the bundle - making a three in one deal."

Beverly's brows knit together as she thinks about it. Then, "Most likely. I think it would be hard to do, though. I don't think fashion is one of my strong suits, and... I dunno, the makeup deal probably won't last too much longer and I doubt the fashion thing would, either."

Audra snorts with a roll of her eyes. "You are one of the most talented women I know with all of this," she tells Beverly, hands moving under the cape. "I've never been disappointed once, and the make up you do for the prom and special events are fucking fantastic! Your fashion sense is off the charts when you dress up; hell, even when you dress down. You have the potential to do all three, Bev. What's holding you back?" The question is quieter, filled with so much care; and her other words are full of sincerity. It has Beverly faltering her movements.

She licks her lips. She knows what's holding her back. "Tom," she says simply as she quickly goes back to doing Audra's hair, and she hopes it doesn't sound as bitter and fearful as it felt. "He's always been supportive of this - of the hair salon - but he's always...apprehensive about the makeup. And then about the fashion, he's just so against it."

"What do men know?" Audra asks. "And what does Tom even do?"

"He works at some small business. A financial analysis."

"He's just jealous. Scared, maybe, of you turning out better than him. God, men are so...ugh."

"There are a few decent ones out there," Beverly says, thinking of her friends. A large smile tugs at her lips. "My best friends. Richie's annoying as all fuck, but he's genuinely caring when he wants to be. Usually to his boyfriend, and me. We grew up together, so we're basically siblings. Then there's Eddie - Richie's boyfriend. A damn firecracker. A bit crazy. A mother hen, at times. Oh, and Mike! He's probably the most genuine, nice guy I know. He's over six feet, and Rich calls him a gentle giant. I'd call him the perfect guy, but he loves pranks, and he and Rich get into a prank war three times a year and they drag Eddie and me into them too. They're not perfect - not by a long shot - but they're the most decent guys I know. I doubt there's any 'perfect guy'."

Audra's quiet for a moment. "I'm surprised you didn't put Tom in there."

Beverly's jaw clenches for a moment. "Why would I put my ex in a list of good men?" She says in a casual way and hopes that it doesn't cause dramatic reactions from those around her. It does. Her regulars and few employees know of her and Tom. It was clear no one likes him, and Bev knows that maybe they figured out something had been wrong about the relationship, but she always painted Tom as a good guy to others despite the bruises littering her skin and his harsh words towards her even in public. Audra's jaw drops and Beverly stops snipping the hair and moved her arms to her sides just in time as Audra turned around, and she sets the scissors on a flat surface. A gasp is heard across the building, and Bev turns her head to see her good friend and employee, Kay McCall, standing a few chairs away, getting ready for another customer.

"Did he dump you?" Audra asks, almost sounding hesitant to do so.

Beverly looked back at her, and then at Kay who is walking over at the speed of lightning. "I... Actually, I dumped him," she says slowly. "This morning." It almost feels wrong telling the girls first instead of her best friends first, but there's a sense of relief that comes with telling someone and Bev figures that the boys won't mind.

Kay squeals and pulls Beverly into a tight hug. "Oh, my god, I thought you'd never get rid of that ass!" She pauses and pulls away, keeping her hands on her friend's shoulders. A serious yet excited expression sits on her face. "I know it's no surprise I don't like him, okay, I'm sorry. I know you loved him too but, babe, that boy was a total whack job! He gave me the fucking creeps!"

Audra is nodding along. "I wanted to say something, but we're not that close, y'know? And I didn't wanna piss you off accidentally."

"I honestly thought you were gonna end up marrying him. It was, like, my worst fear the longest time," Kay admits. Her hands finally leave Beverly's shoulders.

"Mine too." Beverly takes in their looks, and she wants to take the words back but it's too late. She doesn't want to tell them what he's done, it's too early and too fresh to tell someone out right, so she doesn't. "I stopped loving him, is all," she lies. But, it's not really a lie. "I felt obligated to stay in the relationship, I guess. Probably a bit scared, too, because we've been together since the end of my second year of college. I finally just ripped off the band-aid this morning."

Audra smiles softly. "Long ones are the hardest to end."

Kay nods in agreement. "Yeah. Hey, I've got a pullout at my apartment if you need a place to stay. I know you two were living together."

Beverly shakes her head. "Thanks, but I'm good for now. Rich and Eddie are out of the city for a month, and I'm already visiting there to dog sit. Might as well house sit, too. I'll call if I decide to take you up on that offer, though."

They share a few more words - not much at all, though - and soon Beverly is back to Audra's hair, and Kay is walking up front where a new customer is stepping in. She licks lips, feeling how chapped they are, and her nose scrunches the slightest bit as her tongue went over the cut. She had forgotten about it, and at remembering it she is grateful that neither Audra nor Kay asked about it. She doesn't know what she would have come up with if they did.

+++

The rest of the day consisted of Beverly having a few more customers, going to the grocery store because she knows for a fact that Richie and Eddie have zero food at their house, walking around fearful, and finally getting to the Tozier-Kaspbrak residence with the sun completely gone because apparently shopping and driving takes a lot longer than she realizes. She keeps the doors locked and lets Sid roam around as she puts up the groceries - she was right, they had no food - and later feeds Sid, noticing that the limp she thought she saw that morning is, in fact, a limp and it looked the slightest bit worse. After dinner, and after letting Sid outside for a few minutes to use the bathroom, Beverly's phone starts to ring and ring, and ping continuously, messages and missed calls from Tom keeping the device occupied. She waits, but the messages and calls come in nearly every second. Every minute. She wants to call someone - Mike, Richie, Kay, Eddie, anyone but Tom - but she can't pick up the phone, because that means looking at her messages. She knows it's not going to happen, but that doesn't stop her from feeling as if even if she touched the phone Tom would find out where she is like some telepathic demon from Hell.

It's not until she's hearing her own wheezing when it dawns on her that she's having a panic attack over the stupid fucking calls and text messages, curling in on herself against one of the kitchen walls, cheeks wet and make up smudged because of her tears. She hasn't had one in years, not since her first year in college, which is a surprise in and of itself given who she's been dating. Her mind struggles to grasp at what to do - its been eight years - but once she remembers, Beverly does her best to do it. It takes time, much longer than she would like to admit, but she soon calms down. Her hands stop shaking, and her cheeks are starting to dry, and her phone is silent too. Sid is laying a few feet away, staring. Worried. Beverly sniffles. Shakily, she stands and the young dog moves her head up in a flash, eyes trained on Beverly as the young woman moves across the kitchen. Sid then quickly gets up and limps to where she's right beside Bev.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she unlocks her phone to avoid looking at the missed calls and unread texts, and it makes her want to throw up as she does it but she blocks Tom's number, erases the messages and makes the missed calls notifications go away.

Then, she's going to bed in the guest room, exhausted. Sid is at her feet in the bed when she's supposed to be in her bog bed and kennel, but Beverly doesn't care. Rich and Eddie don't have to know, anyway. She's too relaxed. She feels too safe with Sid there. So, she lets Sid stay there, eventually falling asleep.

+++

It's halfway through the morning when Beverly notices Sid is heavily favoring her right front leg as she plays without a care in the world in the backyard. It concerns her, worries her, so she calls the nearest vet and places an appointment at two - and coincidentally, it's the one Mike works at. She doesn't call her two best friends yet, not wanting to worry them in case nothing is wrong. She doesn't go into work. She doesn't want to, simply put, so she doesn't. She's the owner, anyway, and goes in whenever she pleases; the fact that she had no one specifically ask for her on that day was another reason Bev doesn't go in, and she knows the employees can handle themselves. She takes a nice, warm, long shower and brings Sid inside around noon. Then she has lunch, and as the time for Sid's appointment rolls closer, she changes into Nike shorts and the same t-shirt she wore the day before, uncaring of who saw her in it yesterday. She's still emotionally drained from the night before, so it surprises her that she didn't walk out in sweats and a hole-y shirt.

The drive to the vet is fine. Sid stays in the backseat, constantly moving into different positions and standing to look between the front seats, even though her front leg is probably hurting her. Upon reaching the vet clinic, the hope of seeing Mike rises, and she gets out with Sid quickly, locking her car, and then goes inside. It’s not long at all until she’s sitting in one of the back rooms waiting for someone to come in and check on Sid. Not too soon later, the door is opening and she’s hoping it’s Mike, but it’s not. She tries not to look too disappointed, though it wasn’t hard at all given as the guy who walks in is attractive.

She blinks, taking in the dirty blond hair and soft brown eyes; he’s tall, too – about Richie’s or Mike’s height – and at first Beverly, admittedly, tensed up. Here’s a guy who she doesn’t know and therefore doesn’t trust, and her first thought is that he’s going to say something her. To try and flirt. To seem as if he’s this perfect dude trying to win Bev over for a hookup. But then he’s giving her a warm smile before crouching down to Sid who’s jumping in excited at seeing a new person, and she suddenly feels bad for jumping to conclusions.

“Hey,” the guy laughs as Sid licks his face. “You’re a friendly one, aren’t you? Who’ve we got here today?” He’s then looking at Bev and standing up.

Beverly twists the leash in her hands. “That’s Sid. Um, she has a bad limp, and I just got worried.”

He nods and looks back down to the dog, who’s now laying on the floor at his feet, panting as she stares up at him. “Yeah, I noticed it when I walked in. It’s pretty significant. If you don’t mind, I’ll take her to weigh her out there. We’ll be right back.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s fine, do what you gotta do,” she says. “I’ve never been to a vet before. Sid’s not mine, she’s my friend’s. I’m just dog sitting while he and his boyfriend are outta town. I figured I should bring her myself in case something is actually seriously wrong.”

He smiles as he slips the vet’s leash on Sid with ease, and unclasps the other off of her collar. “That's nice of you to do.”

“I'd do anything for my friends.” Beverly sets the leash in her lap, giving a tiny smile. “She pulls a lot, by the way. Just a warning,” she tells the man.

He nods. “It’s fine. Be back in a jiff,” he tells her and then he’s out of the room with Sid, the dog excitedly walking and pulling. Beverly chuckles and leans back in the chair, blue eyes looking at the framed picture on the wall. It’s an illustration of different types of dogs and their names and where they originally came from.

She’s about to stand up to get a better look when the guy and Sid come back in. He walks the dog to her and lets her reattach the leash before removing the vet’s leash. “How much does she weigh?” Bev asks, curious, frowning at how Sid is favoring her leg.

“Thirty pounds,” he says.

“That’s good, right?”

He nods. “Yes, it is. Female labs usually get up to between twenty-five and thirty-two.”

Bev smiles and pets Sid. “Well, you’re a healthy girl, huh? Other than your leg.” She looks up at the guy, and he’s already looking at her with an expression she can’t read. Its similar to the one Richie gives her once in a while when he’s in a particularly loving mood towards everyone; but there’s something about this guy’s expression that’s so different from it at the same time. There’s no lust, no want, no desire. Almost admiration, if she has to label it. It’s a look she’s not used to, to say the least, and she has to look away and back down to Sid. “So, are you going to check her out, or is there some big shot vet doc that has to come in?” She asks. “Dr. Doolittle, maybe?”

He seems to jolt back into reality at the question, and if Bev were to look up she would see his cheeks reddening. “Huh- oh, yeah. I’m just- just an intern here, trying to get my foot in the door before I finally become a veterinarian myself. No Dr. Doolittle, though.”

Beverly chuckles and looks up. “Shame. I’d pay some real money to have Dr. Doolittle here.”

He smiles, still blushing a little. “I’d pay to be Dr. Doolittle.” Then, “I’ll go get the ‘big shot vet doc’.” He uses air quotes as he uses the words Beverly had said moments before, chuckling lightly as she rolls her eyes with no malice behind the action.

“Alright. Oh- hey, uh,” she hesitates, “I’m Beverly Marsh, by the way. I should’ve introduced myself sooner. Sorry.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m Ben Hanscom. I’ll be right back with the doctor, Beverly.”

As he leaves, she can’t help but feel a bit embarrassed about just introducing herself like that so abruptly, but she pushes the feeling away. A few minutes later, the guy – Ben, and she can’t help but think how well the name suits him – walks in with the doctor. They check on Sid, have her walk around for a few seconds, and then the doctor is explaining that nothing seems wrong.

“There isn’t any swelling or cuts or broken bones, so it’s probably just a bad sprain. Nothing too bad, thankfully, but you’ll have to restrict how much she plays for it to get better. I’ll prescribe her some pain medication that you’ll give her once a day for seven days. If it’s not better by this day next week, I suggest bringing her back. It’ll most likely require surgery if that’s the case.”

Beverly nods along to the words and takes the information in, planning on calling Richie once she leaves to explain everything to him. After that, both the doctor and Ben are leaving again, Ben coming back five minutes later with a small, blue pill bottle.

“Give her one forth of these everyday, and it should help,” Ben tells her as he hands the bottle to her. “I hope she gets better. She’s such a sweetheart.”

Beverly stands and holds the pill bottle with one hand, and Sid’s leash with the other. “Me too. Thank you, by the way.”

He sheepishly smiles and shrugs. “I barely did a thing. It’s all the doctor.”

She chuckles. “Well, thank her too for me. Hey, do you know a Mike Hanlon?”

He nods quickly. “Yeah, he’s another intern for one of the other doctors here.”

“Is he here?”

“Yeah. But he’s helping with a surgery on a sick cat. Why?”

She shrugs. “He’s one of my friends. I was expecting to see him, is all.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

Beverly frowns but then smiles, shaking her head as she gets ready to leave. “You’re not a disappointment, Ben. You seem like a cool guy, and it was nice meeting you.”

He’s then giving her another warm smile, and he’s blushing again. “Thanks. It was nice to meet you, too. And Sid, of course.”

Beverly then says a bye with a smile of her own and she walks out of the back room, and to the front. She pays, not minding having to, and walks out with her phone pressed to ear as she calls Richie, explaining what’s wrong and what’s happening with Sid as she drives home. She doesn’t mention the breakup or Ben just yet. She doesn’t want to think about either too much, and telling her best friend about both would require just that. So, she doesn’t. Richie doesn’t ask, either, because one: he avoids the topic of Tom as well because it just puts him in a pissy mood for the rest of the day and he can’t be in a pissy mood during a gig, and two: Beverly have no indication about the guy who helped out at the vet clinic being attractive in any way.

She sighs as she falls into the couch after giving Sid the correct amount of medicine, turning on the TV, pushing any thoughts about men out of her mind as she watches a rerun of an old 90s show.

[living-dead-parker]

Theatrical Chaos - P.P

Summary: Requested by @justanothermarvelfanaccount   -  First off, your stories are incredible and I absolutely LOVE reading them. Also, if you have the time, could you possibly write a peter parker x reader where reader works at a movie theatre and can get them into free movies before they come out? Maybe peter and the rest of the science squad can wreak havoc in the theatre and tony has to bail them out. Thank you!!

Hope y’all enjoy the science squad once more!! I also took some liberties from the original request, but tried to follow it as much as possible!! 

Warnings: cussing, spoilers for Halloween (2018) but that came out over three months ago so it should be acceptable at this point to speak about it

Word Count: 1.8k

Gif is not mine!

Getting a job was not really something you wanted to do. But, you gotta make money somehow. Sure, Tony likes you enough to just give it to you if you ask, but you don't like buying into his rich man capitalistic ways. That and you have too much pride, despite having asked him for hundreds of dollars. So, you got a job at a movie theater. Gross. The only benefit is the family discount and you get to watch movies for free. So, when you lean against the warm popcorn machine -curse the owner for these extremely cold conditions!- and you notice the familiar faces of your five bestest friends in the world coming into the theater, your frown turns into an upside down frown.

"Y/N! We're gonna watch the Halloween movie!" Shuri says.

"You mean the best comedy of 2018? Bc damn!" Harley says excitedly.

"Oh, must be fun, fuckers. While 'lil 'ol me is stuck working. How rude!" you add as you move over to the counter. The theater you worked at was one of the cheaper ones that show movies that left the bigger theaters months ago. Just last week you found out you'd be getting Bohemian Rhapsody in five months!

"Can we get some popped corn and some carbonated water with high fructose corn syrup?" Michelle asks, speaking in her deeper voice. A running gag among the group to throw off people at retail stores. Totally unnecessary, but totally worth it. Except not when it's being done to you.

"Yeah, can you throw in some of the circular colored chocolate sweets with the 'm' on them? And a red iced drink with cherry flavored syrup for taste?" Ned asks.

"Just say popcorn, Coke, M&M's, and Cherry Slushie for fuck's sake!" you groan as you begin working on their order.

"Yeah, can you throw in the tortilla chips with the classic cow byproduct classified as Nacho with a green pepper garnish on top? And a tea, preferably one of the iced varieties, raspberry to be exact," Shuri adds. You roll your eyes as you continue working on the order. Harley and Peter were the only ones to order using proper language and totally not fucking with you by telling you they meant something completely different than what you heard -which they did not!

After twenty minutes, their order was complete and you were sending them on their way to enjoy the movie. You still have another hour and a half until you were off, so they'd be done by the time you're off. You watch as they walk away, Shuri hitting Harley on the back of his head, causing the rest of the group to laugh.

You were manning the concession stand for a few minutes before being told to do your final theater inspection. This just meant going into every showroom and staying for five minutes to make sure everything was fine. So you begin, going from showroom one all the way to showroom ten. Upon reaching showroom ten, you see Peter, Ned, Michelle, Shuri, and Harley sitting in the dead center. There were only four other people in the room with them; a couple in the very back -most likely doing something they shouldn't be because they looked very guilty- and another couple in the front who look angry at each other.

"Okay, but why can't he just let her take a shit in peace?" Shuri asks loudly. The couples didn't seem to mind the comments being hurled by the teens, and in fact seemed to find them extremely funny.

"Hey," Peter begins, speaking in a mimicking type of voice as it cuts to Michael banging the restroom stall in the movie.

"Occupado!" Harley cuts in with a fake high-pitched voice as the camera pans to the Dana in the restroom, looking around cautiously and screaming.

"Sorry," Peter says through a muffled laugh as Michael begins to kill Dana.

"Let's have some fun, this beat is sick!" Michelle sings as Michael begins to smash Dana's head against the restroom stall door.

"I wanna take a ride on your disco stick!" Harley sings along. Harley seemed to be the one cracking up the most, laughing at everything, making the most comments, screaming from laughter at random times.

It came as a surprise to you but nobody was telling Harley or the others in the group to shut up. Maybe it was mostly due to the fact that the movie came out a few months ago, so for sure these people have seen it already one way or another, or just did not care enough about it to get upset. Plus, the couple way at the back seemed to just need some privacy to get to doing their business. You're supposed to report that kind of stuff when you see it, but you decided to turn a blind eye because they were being quiet and there was no one in their row. They weren't bugging anyone.

As the movie goes on, Harley and Peter seem to be making the most comments, laughing the most at everything. Michelle and Shuri stopped paying too much attention after a while, which you found funny. Ned would just laugh, but he seemed sort of into the movie. The kind where you don't care but you're being forced to watch it so you might as well just watch it.

"Hey fucker," Harley begins as the scene where the prison bus is flipped over and the small kid is exploring what happened after his dad had been missing for a few minutes now. "If an old man in a bus that just flipped over tells you to run, you fucking run!"

The kid did not run. No matter how much Harley screamed, he did not run. In fact, he died. He's gone. Michelle and Shuri boo at the fact that he didn't run. Peter just giggles as the scene transitions and the movie continues. Over the course of the movie, Peter and Ned hold hands and make jokes to each other. You can hear Peter -loud and clear, you might add- tell Ned that he can beat his meat with a knife any day. When Peter catches your playful glare, he blows a kiss your way. You pretend to catch it and then throw it on the ground before stomping on it. Peter playfully glares at you to which you pretend to ignore.

You should've left long ago, but then the movie reaches a pivotal moment. Michael discovers Allyson and he begins to chase after her. Suddenly, a revamped version of Michael's theme song begins to play and Michelle goes on about how the song is a 'certified bop' and how it deserves all the Grammy's. Harley stands up -literally stands up! Nobody stops him either- and begins to Milly Rock to the beat of the song. Shuri and Michelle stand up as well and join in on the dancing, doing all sorts of dumb dances.

Ultimately the movie nears its end, and when you check the time, you see that you have 20 minutes left until it's time to clock out. With that thought in mind, you decide to leave the room and head back to the concession stand to finish cleaning your station, help some customers, and eventually clock out. Ten minutes go by in a flash and the group of teens are rounding the corner and into your line of vision. You hand a bucket of popcorn to some random teenager who wouldn't stop trying to flirt with you.

"Hey, maybe I can come back later and we can catch a movie together?" the kid asks. You roll your eyes and grab the small nozzle that you use to spray butter into the popcorn.

"Beat it or I'll cover you in butter and tell the girl that you came with what you said," you tell him as you aim the nozzle to the little jerk. He mutters something about you being a bitch before leaving. As if you didn't already know you were a mega bitch.

The teens watch it all unfold and Peter can't help but want to punch the kid. He does refrain but the immense need to do it fills his mind. Maybe later, when the punk comes back. They all approach you as you begin to clean up once more.

"How may I help you today?" you ask as you give them all your fake smile. Harley pushes past everyone and looks at the menu, making you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, I'll take three buckets of popcorn, and one thicc bih," Harley says before winking at you.

"The only thicc bih here is Peter," Michelle comments. Shuri and Ned nod as Peter turns in a circle to show off the junk in his trunk. He really does have a bubble butt.

"Thank, I grew it myself," Peter says proudly as he winks at you.

"Mr. Thiccums getting too confident. I'll be off in five, let me just clock out and get changed," you say to the group of teens. They nod and move over to the mini arcade area as you begin clocking out of your register. With a quickness like never before, you head to the employee restrooms and quickly change back into your street clothes. When you head back out to the main lobby, you see people crowding the arcade area.

Worried -since your friends were there last- you head over to the arcade area and your face flushes at the sight in front of you. Tony Stark -genius billionaire playboy philanthropist- was attempting to pull Harley's arm out of the claw machine.

"Harley, I need you to let go of the stupid-" a violent groan escapes Tony's lips, followed by a yelp, "-stuffed animal! I can always buy you one!"

"Fine!" Harley screams and within a few seconds, his arms is coming out of the claw machine, red marks all over his arm. Your brows furrow in confusion. How did this all happen so fast? You were only in the back for about 15 minutes. From the corner, you notice Shuri, Michelle, and Ned laughing as they record. Soon, Harley is charging at them, screaming about how he'll punch them for laughing at him. Peter holds Harley -and some chuckles, admittedly- back. Harley screams for Peter to let him go.

In a bold move, you step into the arcade room and push past everyone. You're still on the premise, so you gotta do something about it. You sigh and clear your throat before yelling at the group of yours.

"Hey, fuckers," you say loudly to get their attention. They all turn and pull away from each other. You even notice Tony flinch a little. Ned may be the mother bear in the group, but you were the mother bitch. Nothing got through you. "Stop with your fighting and screaming now or I'll give you a reason to scream!"

The group goes quiet as they nod. You turn around and begin the walk out of the theater, Tony and the others in tow. Surely, this would make the news much later.

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[jishyucks]

9:30pm | Han Jisung

genre: fluff, some light angst, bulleted scenario

wc: 4.5k

summary: The absence of Jisung causes Y/N to realize feelings she didn’t know were there

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it was probably the fifth time today that you felt something hit your shoulder

you look over to find a small crumpled up piece of paper sitting with others on the floor before you lifted your head to see Han Jisung preparing another bunch 

“explain to me why you’re doing this” You tried to keep quiet as the teacher was up at the front reading a novel out loud, the rest of the students following along

he didn’t reply. instead he looked back at you with narrowed eyes and a small mischievous grin spread across his face

you watch as his wrist bent back, about to throw the ball

“Don’t you fucking dare Han Jisung,,,” you cussed, making sure your face was hidden behind it the book in your hands

he mockingly held a finger up to his lips and flicked the paper ball at your hand, a quiet snicker leaving his mouth through his proud smile

you gritted your teeth, clearly annoyed. this morning hadn’t necessarily been the best for you due to a car mishap and jisung was literally pushing it at this point

(usually you could tolerate Jisung and his annoying ass)

now that you had thought about it, you literally had no idea why he’d started doing this shit to you

he’d do it in the halls, in classes you had with him, and on the occasions when seungmin gave you rides

seungmin was a good friend of both of you but the reason why you hadn’t made a friendship with jisung was because seungmin wasn’t annoying and he was

it was actually too bad since you would’ve honestly liked him as a friend but he was literally too annoying to actually properly talk to

jisung had only started these antics back in sophomore year and you had to live through the annoying ass interactions for two years

so now it’s senior year and you were almost – ALMOST – at your breaking point right now and jisung really wasn’t making it any better

the bell cut off your thoughts and on impulse you gathered your things, stuffed them into your bag and yeeted out of the English classroom, deciding that jisung didn’t need the attention as you walked straight to the lunch room

seungmin was already seated at the table with hyunjin and felix

you grinned, sighing out in relief that you finally had other people to talk to and distract you from jisung who would probably be there, too, at any given moment

“im so glad it’s lunch,” you huffed. you plopped into the seat in front of seungmin and swung out the lunch that you’d prepared that morning

“lemme guess” seungmin drummed his fingers against the cafeteria table, “jisung’s been ‘annoying’ you again?”

you nodded, “why put quotations for annoying?”

seungmin shrugged, “maybe because he’s not really trying to annoy you?”

“what do you mea-“

“yay you’re all here!”

you feel him take the only empty spot beside you but you choose not to look up and acknowledge him actually sitting there

you were straight up done with his shit

“guess what y/n” he started

you don’t reply verbally but you decided to just look at him to make sure he knew you were listening

he held up a whole ziploc bag of mini paper balls and the sight caused you to groan out an ugly sound

“I told you to quit it jisung,,, if you don’t I’m actually up for swinging at you,” you mumbled, chewing your food almost immediately after

“you can’t reach my head anyways,” he retorted with a snort

seungmin, hyunjin, and felix held in laughs

you hear the bag open as it rustled softly

you keep your head forward and listened to whatever seungmin was saying while you chowed down the lunch that you’ve been waiting to eat all day

That’s when you felt that kid throw a ball of paper

sure, it was just a piece of dead tree crumpled up into a sphere shape. It’s not like it hurt or anything but the CONSTANT throwing jisung had been doing since the morning was getting on your nerves and you were not here for it

“can you not” you say just above a whisper though it was loud enough for only jisung to hear it. you wanted to keep your calm and not get the car mishap in the way of your feelings too but adding jisung and that together = an angry and annoyed you

apparently he chose to continue throwing the little pieces of shits at you and you were sitting there basically dumbfounded at him

he’s a grown ass teen and he chooses to act like a 5th grader?

you were || <- THIS fucking close to losing it. If he throws one mo-

a small baby sounding thump had come from the last ball jisung had thrown

you turn your head towards him and found him bending down to recollect the balls hes used as can reuse

“jisung for the last fucking time stop”

the mood that you tried to keep stable basically broke as the pit of your stomach began to boil

“you’re lucky because I need to pick these up before I start again” he tittered

“jisung im being serious right now,” you breathed in deeply trying to keep you calm but that didn’t work at all as he pulled himself back up and tossed one at your forehead

“tht was a mistake,” felix mumbled. The three watched as this went down

“jisung? Don’t you understand that im straight up annoyed with you? Sometimes I don’t even want to sit here because of you! I don’t understand why you’ve been doing this to me and only me the past few years like I’m some sort of joke or target or game that you decided to play. The smile on your face proves that you enjoy it. Can’t you see that I don’t enjoy it? That’s basically bullying.”

you were shook at yourself but jisung had just ignited a fire inside of you and you couldn’t help but say everything that you’ve been holding in this whole time 

jisung was still sat facing you and the smile he had on his face had faded

you, for some reason, felt bad at the fact that you pulled his smile right off of his face but there was no way you were turning soft right now

jisung’s head hung low by his neck and he was fiddling with the bag of paper balls in his hand

“I-I didn’t know you felt that way,,, truly. You never said anything like how it was bothering you to that point,,, I-I really thought you found it funny, too, and it was some kinda funny thing between us,” he stated quietly

the table fell silent and there was a brief pause that wasn’t awkward nor comfortable

you felt your heart beating fast and you felt the sensation of guilt in your stomach and chest

“im gonna go... im sorry y/n” he finally said. He gathered his lunch stuff and threw them into his bag softly

none of you guys said a word, tho you really wanted to apologize for lashing out

curse that car mishap. now you accidentally hurt the boy’s feelings

“shit” was what you just said

“shit indeed” seungmin tried to lighten the mood with a small chuckle but that really didn’t help

“I feel like shit even if he’s been the same way the past 2 years,” you say guiltily

“Except he didn’t know he was being shit and you knew you were being shit,” hyunjin pointed out

“not helping” you looked at him with a sad expression

“just apologize”

,,,,

you slumped in the passenger seat of seungmin’s car, the events of lunch still playing in your head

seungmin started the vehicle and began to pull out of the parking spot

“wait isn’t jisung getting a ride with you?”

“nope, he said he’s gonna take the bus instead”

you felt the guilt build up even higher and you frowned at the information

“I think I see him at the stop, cmon, pick him up,” you insisted

“I already insisted on driving him but he told me he needs space,” seungmin reasoned, “and I need to tell you something that I promised someone I wouldn’t tell but I think this is the perfect moment—

he looked over to see you following jisung with your head as you drove past

— to tell you about it”

“is this going to make feel even more guilty than I already am bc I genuinely care about jisung’s feelings right now”

“I think so?” Seungmin’s head tilted a bit like a smol baby puppy

“you think so? why not a definite answer?” Now you were curious as to whatever this was

“because I’d be shook if I were you...”

“okay now I really want to know...”

seungmin looked at you and smirked before facing forward as the stop light changed to green

“i honestly don’t know how you’ll react to this. You hate jisung”

“this is about jisung?”

seungmin nodded

“I-I dont hate jisung... I just think it’s annoying like all the stuff he does. If he stops that shit I honestly think we’d be good friends” you shrug

you hadn’t said this out loud before and it made you feel weird but it was the truth

“hmm interesting” seungmin snickered

“k now tell me~~” you whined

“I’ll tell you when we get to your house so I can drive the fuk away once I tell you,” seungmin stated as if he strategically planned out some sort of battle plan

“why would you need to drive away? shit it’s bad isn’t it?”

seungmin just shrugged and chose to stay silent

you huffed and turned your body towards the door

why would seungmin feel the need to exit a conversation if it wasn’t bad?

the moment you’ve been waiting for had come and seungmin slowly pulled up into your driveway

you cut to the chase and told him to spit it out or “I’ll fight you”

“First of all I was going to and second, you can’t even”

seungmin turned the music down and awkwardly maneuvered his body so he was sitting with his body partly facing yours

you raise your brows, a questioning look appearing clearly on your face

“remember at lunch when I told you how jisung’s not really trying to annoy you?”

you let out a hum as a response and gestured for him to proceed

“he’s not trying to annoy you,,, well in a way he is but that’s not his main motive. His main goal is to catch your attention and I guess he did a horrible job”

“why would he want my attention?” your mind was literally blank and confused

“damn you’re slow” seungmin tsked and shook his head disappointment

“he likes you, y/n. you weren’t supposed to hear that from me but I figured it’ll help fix this whole situation.”

you were sorta stunned at this point and you didnt know how to respond to the indirect confession

why would this help the situation when Jisung would be back tomorrow anyways

and your heart somewhat stopped? like dead nothing but you didn’t know what that meant.

guilt? feelings? of what? HA you didn’t know so you just ignored it

you nodded and smiled weakly before getting out of the car, a tiny thank you merely leaving your mouth

you hear seungmin leave as you entered your door, nothing but questions circling your mind

,,,,,

“screw you” you say through your phone

your eyelids were partly covering your eyes and the moisture in your throat was absent

“you call me at 3 in the morning just to say screw you?” seungmin replied groggily

“you drilled jisung’s feelings into my head and I can’t stop thinking about it–“

“and?”

“and? dude it was already bad in the first place that I made him walk out like that but now that I know he has a crush on me? that makes me feel even worse.”

“I thought you were annoyed with him?” seungmin whispered

“I-I am but,,, ughshjdj”

“goodnight y/n”

you didn’t even get to say anything as seungmin hung up

,,,,

you woke up with bags under your eyes rip

the first thing you told yourself was to apologize to jisung and maybe...

your mom knocked on your to make sure that you were awake bc seungmin would be picking you up in a bit

you really hoped he’d have jisung there since it would be easier to apologize that way instead of tracking him down

you were wrong tho as you found seungmin alone in his car

“you’re not driving jisung?” was the first thing you said

“good morning to you too..”

you hummed and plopped into the passenger’s seat, buckling your seatbelt shortly after

“he refused... didn’t think he’d still be affected from yesterday. thts not the jisung I know. he would be back to his usual self even after something like that,” seungmin uttered, “guess you really hurt his lil heart”

you sensed the teasing tone in seungmin’s voice as he backed out of the driveway

“shut up I feel guilty and you know it,,,”

seungmin let out a small laugh and shook his head at you

at school you decided to spend it normally but also you were looking for jisung in order to apologize

the few times you actually saw him, he was at the end of the hall and when you called out for him he hurriedly skrrted a different way and then he was gone as if he disappeared into thin air

usually he’d come up to you and mess up your hair while you guys were walking opposite directions

in the class you had with him, he sat near the front instead at the back beside you and

jisung didn’t show up at lunch and the way you were constantly looking at the door made it obvious to the others you were looking for him

“he isn’t riding with us again, isn’t he” you guessed. you could see jisung’s head of blonde hair among other people at the bus stop and you didn’t know why but you felt sorta sad that he was actually keeping it up

seungmin was right, this wasn’t jisung and at this point you didn’t feel just guilt but you sorta missed him too

it’s only been a day but tbh you were growing so used to the daily dose of jisung just being loud and being there the past few years that his absence was so obvious and you didn’t like it

“you know what I noticed today?” seungmin asked

“what,” your answer was monotone, your attention on the screen of your phone

“you seemed to miss jisung,,, if not miss then like,,, you just didn’t like him not being there,” you could hear the growing smile in seungmin’s voice

you mentally cursed, yeah you had the thoughts of not liking him not being there but you didn’t need the confirmation that seungmin provided

“what’s that supposed to mean?” The drive was quick and seungmin was already at your house

“you can figure that out, you’re a big girl now” he winked and then playfully pushed you out the car

“seungmin I swear you always do this and it never ends up well for me” you retorted with a grunt in your voice

“bye y/n” seungmin yelled before you threw the door closed

it’s been almost a week since the incident and jisung was surprisingly still keeping it up

which honestly was weird as hell since he was one clingy mf

it wasn’t like you didn’t want to apologize for your words but you literally couldn’t

jisung was so out of reach and every chance that you got, he dodged that shit

you didn’t mentally or physically know it but you were actually starting to long for him now and you just straight up missed him

you DIDNT know this though, not until you texted seungmin

the digital clock that sat on your bedside table displayed 9:19 pm and you just finished the assignment that was given to you that day

your mind was now moving towards the situation you were seemingly stranded in right now

could I possibly like jisung?

Wait no that’s gross I just miss him, as friend. That’s different

you groaned out loud and grabbed your phone, sending seungmin a text

[9:22] y/n: yo I have a question

[9:22] minnie: sure what is it

[9:23] y/n: what did you mean the other day

[9:23] y/n: when you said that shit about me missing him

[9:23] y/n: and don’t lie to me seungmin you know you were trying to hint something

[9:26] minnie: dude you know

[9:26] minnie: I know you know it

[9:27] minnie: its pretty obvious

you heart was constantly skipping beats because it honestly couldn’t be

you really hoped it was true and that you weren’t just feeling this because you felt bad for jisung

[9:28] y/n: yea but I need someone to say it

[9:28] y/n: i don’t trust myself

you huffed and put the front of your phone face down onto your bed

maybe I do? it wouldn’t be bad if I did right?

you phone buzzed which caught you off guard

why were you making a big deal out of this? It’s just feelings oh my gad

[9:30] minnie: you like him

shit-oh-my-gad

that was it

you pressed your lips into a thin line and felt the pit of your stomach bubble

[9:31] y/n: thanks

[9:31] y/n: this isnt just guilt talking right?

[9:32] minnie: from my perspective?

[9:32] y/n: that’s better than my perspective, you basically know me better than I know myself

[9:33] minnie: okay

[9:34] minnie: I think that jisung grew on you at some point

[9:34] minnie: when this first started, you were actually fuming and shit

[9:34] minnie: like it was actually really scary

[9:34] minnie: then you softened up after a while and you just tried to keep that image so it wouldn’t show tht u did

[9:35] minnie: at first I thought I was just overthinking but once I noticed you looking every 3 secs at the door for jisung or you actually asked bout him being there or sum, that said it all

[9:35] minnie: so no I don’t think it’s guilt talking, don’t feel bad

[9:35] minnie: you just didn’t notice bc you’re really stupid

you felt relieved at seungmin’s words

maybe he was right, maybe you did grow soft but you simply hadn’t noticed

[9:36] y/n: thanks minnie, now I just fucked more by telling him off the other day

[9:36] y/n: also don’t call me stupid

[9:37] minnie: talk to him, it’s obvious that he’s forcing himself at this point

[9:37] minnie: we’re basically his only friends. You really think he could spend this whole time alone at school

[9:37] minnie: he still talks to me tho, just talk to him

[9:38] y/n: I will

your plan was that if jisung managed to avoid you during the day, you’d talk to him after school

you contemplated whether you should  just apologize or apologize and tell him how you felt

the latter seemed like so much and you didn’t even know if he liked you still after the incident

seungmin smiled down at you when you quietly sat in the passenger’s

“good morning” he greeted. he backed out of the driveway and started on his way

“morning” you replied with a monotone voice, thoughts all on what you were going to say to jisung

“gonna talk to jisung?”

“yeah...” you unconsciously began to fiddle with the zipper of your bag, “do you know if he still,, likes me? Idk whether I should say I like him too or just apologize.”

seungmin let out an airy laugh that made you want to smack him but you restrained yourself

“last time I talked to him I think he did,” seungmin kept his eyes on the road

“when was that?” you felt like deflating like a balloon

“last night”

you almost jumped out of the car window at that answer. you were ecstatic yet at the same time scared

“liar” you let out

“I swear, you can check my texts if you want, unless you don’t wanna see him sulking over you hurting him”

yikers

so the decision was made. apologize, explain, then confess and explain that too

,,,,

morning was eventless. jisung was sat at the front near the door again

you sorta figured it was to get out just as the bell rings

there was no way you would be given the chance to talk to him so that sucked ass

lunch, he was gone again obviously

Maybe after school was best? It was easier that way.

“I can force him to get a ride with me or something,,,” seungmin suggested

he saw the look on your face the one he’s been seeing this whole week

you agreed even though you knew it wouldn’t work, it was better than nothing, and you never know

“I’ll say you’re riding with me.” seungmin seemed to have it all planned but you knew jisung was too smart for this

you nodded and smiled weakly, “it’ll be a good try but i dont think it’ll work”

“We’ll see. You never know.”

It just so happened that once you got to seungmin’s car after school, there was no jisung in sight

you shifted your view to the bus stop where you’d normally see the boy as well, but he was not there either

“he said he’d be in the spare room down the fine arts hall,” seungmin stated. He could read you like a book.

Your face screamed confusion

“do you think i should go there?” you shook your head and opened the car door, “you know what? This can wait tomorrow…”

“just go, y/n. In a way he’s asking for it, he’s alone in a quiet room, that’s perfect for an apology and a confession. This could be your only chance in a while,” seungmin played with the car keys in his hands and then gave you a rather tempting look over the car

You stood there and contemplated

maybe you weren’t ready and you should wait a day or two to get things sorted

but at the same time you really wanted to just get things fixed with jisung

you glanced over at seungmin and found him staring back at you with raised brows and straight and serious face

“do it”

again it took you a moment to decide but seungmin was right, this chance was a good chance

“okay but you better wait here so i could get a ride home.”

“no problem with me, ill just sit here listening to some jams.”

you let out a tiny wheeze and threw your bag onto the floor of his car before making your way back in

you hated going back in since you were walking against people walking out. you were just glad that it was at the end of the day and that meant the school was emptying

you mindlessly made your way to the spare room and then stood at the door to peek through the window

at first you thought that jisung wasnt in there but as you brought your face closer to the window, you see jisung sitting against the wall

he had his knees propped up as a ‘stand’ for a notebook he had opened and he had a pencil in one hand

his headphones were half off but you could clearly see the tiny grin that appeared on his face and the way he subtly bopped his head

that’s wholesome

you huffed out a huge breath and knocked on the door. when you see jisung look up, you turn the doorknob and push it open to enter

“y-y/n?” he stammered while he abruptly stood up, carelessly dropping the things that were in his hands a second ago

“can i talk to you?” you inched closer before you stopped about a metre away from him, giving his space

he sunk his hands into the sleeves of his sweater and kept his head low, trying to avoid eye contact

“yeah”

You squeezed your eyes really quick before looking back at his tiny looking figure, though he was taller than you by a bit

“I really really want to apologize for the other day… I was really mad about a car situation that morning and my tolerance level was really low and I-- I’m sorry I took it out on you and said those words. I really didn’t mean any of that,” that went better than expected... now for the confession

Jisung brought himself to look up and look at you, making your heart beat faster by the minute

he opened his mouth to say something but you hadn’t noticed since it was your turn to avoid eye contact

you kept going with the plan, “i didn’t want to admit, especially to you, but i actually missed you during these past almost two weeks? seungmin mentioned something that made me feel weird-”

jisung finally stopped you, “I accept your apology, i shouldve stopped when you asked, i was stupid for not listening.”

his brain finally processed the second thing you added which made him jump

did seungmin tell him he liked you or? If he did, he knew damn well he was meeting seungmin on some rooftop

and you missed him? The fuck was happening?

“W-what?” jisung stuttered.

“Jisung,,,” he watched you take a deep breath and said, “ i don’t know how to explain this-- but i didn’t like you not being there? If that makes any sense. It’s not the same as if hyunjin or felix or even seungmin was gone,,, I literally waited for you to come in and sit with us and I felt a slight change in mood when i realized you weren’t riding home with me and seungmin,,,”

“what do you mean, y/n?”

jisung was just as slow as you damn

“It means that I like you, jisung, and i hate myself for not realizing until i hurt you and after all the shit that happened… i’d understand if you don’t like me back anymore,,, this was a reach.”

So seungmin did tell her, he thought

“You like me?” jisung was almost glowing and his gummy smile soon began to appear but he resisted

You nodded sheepishly

“Well,,,” jisung crossed his arms and brought his chin high, “i don’t like you back”

You were shook and a look of worry was slapped onto your face

“I’m joking,” he broke out into a smile, “i really like you back”

“I hate you!” you say, slapping his arm, “i really thought i looked fucking stupid doing that”

On the inside, you were jumping for joy, this was the jisung you knew, annoying and loud, but it was your fault for falling for the boy

[hellimagines]

Us--Billy Hargrove (smut)

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Request: “Can irequest a billy hargrove smut imagine where he gets his gorgeous girlfriend (Steve's sister) pregnant, their scared but so happy and leads to hot smuttl and fluff?” @harduy & “Hi! could you do one with billy where him and the reader are having an argument over something stupid but then the reader gets turned on bc she thinks he’s hot when he’s mad”

Summary: After finding out you’re pregnant, you have to tell the two most important people in your life; your brother and your boyfriend.

Warnings: Smut, cursing, angst

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader, brother!Steve Harrington x sister!Harrington (not incest lmfao)

Word Count: 2,668

A/N: I combined the two, but it’s not as angry/fighty as you probably would’ve hoped.

Your hands gripped the porcelain toilet bowl in front of you, resting your flushed forehead against the cool material. Your (e/c) eyes were squeezed shut in an attempt to block out another wave of nausea. Letting out a ragged breath, you reached up and flushed the handle, the remains of last night’s dinner disappearing down the toilet.  

“Fuck,” you moaned in despair, forcing your weak body to stand on shaky legs. It was only 6:00 in the morning on a Saturday- you shouldn’t be awake. But being 6 weeks pregnant, it was nothing new. You’d done an amazing job at hiding it for the past 2 weeks, but you knew you needed to tell Steve soon… and Billy.

“(Y/N)? You okay?” Steve asked, his knuckles gently knocking on the outside of the bathroom door. You winced at the unexpected sound, wiping your mouth with the sleeve of your grey sweater.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just a little sick,” you responded, turning on the faucet so you could wash away the fatigue.

“Still?” Steve questioned after a moment of hesitation. “You’ve been sick for almost a week. Are you sure you don’t want me to see if dad can fly back early?”

“No!” you said quickly, your heart racing. “No, Steve. I’m fine, really. It’s not a big deal,” you tried to assure him, finally turning off the faucet and opening the bathroom door. Steve was stood outside, resting against the frame, his hair a wild mess and his eyes filled with worry.

“No, you’re not (Y/N). It’s not flu season, what’s going on?” Steve huffed, crossing his arms and barricading the door so you couldn’t leave. Steve already knew what was going on- he had seen the positive pregnancy test in the trash can before you had the chance to take it out yourself. But he wanted you to trust him enough to tell him yourself. However, it’d been 2 weeks already, and you still hadn’t told him. He knew you were dating Billy, and he wasn’t happy about it. But you’d made him see that the blond was changing and treating you well. You had told him about that immediately. So why couldn’t you tell him about this?

“I…” you began, unsure of how to tell him. He was gonna be mad, so, so mad. Steve had put so much faith and trust into you with this relationship. He hated Billy, and if he found out that he had knocked you up, Steve would kill him.

“You…?”

“I’m pregnant, Steve,” you finally blurted out with a heavy sigh. You weren’t looking at him- you had your head pointed down, your eyes trained on your socks. Steve didn’t say anything, but he nodded with a gentle sigh.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it, peanut?” he asked, and you snapped your head up in shock.

“Wha-?”

“I already knew, (Y/N/N). I saw the test about two weeks ago. I was just waiting for you to tell me,” he said. Your eyes widened in disbelief, but before you could respond, he had reached out to pull you into his chest. “I’m not mad. I’m shocked, yeah. I’m… confused, I guess. But I’m not mad. Does he know?” he questioned, his cheek resting on the top of your head.

“No,” you whimpered, tears beginning to well into your eyes as you gripped the back of his shirt. “I don’t know how to tell him. He’ll leave me. He’s never wanted kids, because of his dad. He doesn’t want to be like his dad. Steve, he’s gonna leave me,” you cried, and Steve pulled you closer, running his fingers through your (h/c) hair.

“Hey, shh,” he cooed, trying to get you to calm down. He didn’t do know jack shit about babies (all he knew were the middle schoolers he’d been watching over the past few months, and they were like mini teenagers), but he did know stress wasn’t good for a baby. “You have to tell him, (Y/N). No matter what happens, you have to. Whether you choose to keep it or not, is between you and him. But you have to tell him. Soon. He’s going to find out either way, and he’ll be even more pissed if he finds out you kept this from him,” Steve reasoned, pulling you back slightly so he could look down at you. You looked up at him, and nodded slowly.

“Okay… okay I will. I’ll invite him over today, if that’s okay?” you asked quietly, and Steve nodded.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’m going over to babysit Dustin and the others at 6. If anything happens, call me, okay?” he demanded.

“I will,” you promised, and Steve smiled, planting a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead.

Later that night, Billy showed up around 6:15, and now the two of you were curled up on your couch in the living room. Alien was playing on the T.V, Billy totally engrossed in the film, while you were more focused on him. You were tucked into his side, your knees folded into your side, with his arm draped around you. Your fingers mindlessly played with his bronze St.Christopher medallion as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I’m pregnant,” you randomly blurted out, not taking your eyes off of his necklace. The finger that had been twirling through your hair stopped for a second, before the whole arm was being retracted from you. The ferocity at which he had pulled back his arm caused you to fall to the side, away from him.

“What did you say?” he asked lowly, his blue eyes looking down at you. You looked back at him, your heart hammering in your chest.

“I uhm… I’m pregnant, Billy. I know, you don’t want kids. And I’m sorry, but this isn’t all my fault!” you cried, knowing better than to reach your hand out to hold onto his.

“You’re damn right I don’t!” he yelled, rushing to his feet. You didn’t flinch at the shout, instead standing yourself.

“Billy, would you just listen to me!” you pleaded, staring at his back. His shoulders flexed, before finally, he turned around. “You’re not like you’re dad, okay? You’re not. We’re three months away from graduating. You want to go back to California, right? I’ll go with you. With my dad’s money, we can get an apartment, go to college, get a job, and take care of each other. I know we’re only 18, and that this isn’t ideal. But if you love me, like you said you did… you won’t leave me because of this. And if you don’t want the baby, that’s fine too, we can figure it out. We can figure all of this out. But I can’t do it on my own, I can’t do it without you,” you whimpered, breaking down. Tears streamed down your face, and it took all of your strength not to collapse onto the couch beside you. Billy’s shoulders heaved up and down as he watched you, taking in your shaking body. He slowly walked forward, his eyes darting between your own.

“I’m sorry,” he eventually said, putting his hands on the side of your face so he could rest your foreheads together. You sniffled, trying to control your tears. “I don’t want to hurt you. Or what’s inside you. I don’t want to be like him,” he confessed.

“As long as you stay, you can’t hurt me. I promise,” you assured, nudging your nose against his. Billy shook his head at the gesture, his mouth quirking up in a small smile. You tilted your head, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss.

“I won’t leave,” he promised, breaking the kiss. “We’ll have to talk about this with your dad, and with my dad and Susan… I don’t know how that’s going to go,” he admitted sadly, not wanting to think about the thought.

“I know, but we can worry about it later. Let’s focus on us,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. Billy moved his hands to rest on your hips, bringing you closer.

“Us,” he smiled, kissing you again, but with more passion, and more love.

Billy began backing the both of you up until your legs hit the couch, sending you falling onto it. Billy was quick to climb on top of you, connecting your lips once again. You wrapped your legs around his hips, giving the two of you more room on the couch, while Billy rested most of his body weight on his elbows. Before you could tangle your fingers in his blond hair, Billy briefly pulled away so he could remove his shirt, you following suit with your own. Billy ran his hands up your sides, placing open-mouthed kisses along your chest and neck. He didn’t leave any marks, but the sensation was enough to make you shiver. Your hands fell down to his pants, your fingers quickly working to unbutton and unzip them. Billy let out a low hiss when you ran your hand over the bulge in his underwear, his teeth nipping at your collarbone. Billy pulled away again, but only so that he could undo your own pants, slowly pulling them down your legs and tossing them to the ground.

“I love you,” he whispered, bowing his head so he could kiss his way from your stomach to your chest. You weren’t sure if he was saying it to you, or the baby growing in your stomach, but either way, your heart fluttered.

“I love you too,” you hummed, pulling his chin up so you could kiss him.

Billy pulled you up, unhooking your bra and sliding the straps down your shoulders, tossing it with the other pile of clothes. Using your legs and your feet, you were able to shimmy Billy’s jeans a good portion of the way down, before allowing him to finish the job. He ran his hand over your stomach, humming softly into the kiss, before eventually moving his hand into your underwear. Your hips arched instantly, having missed the contact. You hadn’t been intimate in awhile- it’d been about three or four weeks. You were soaking wet, if the damp spot on your pink underwear was anything to go by.

“Fuck,” Billy moaned when his fingers dragged through your lips, the tips instantly feeling how wet you were for him without having to dive all the way in. “Missed me that much?” he grinned, staring down at you with a wicked smirk.

“You have no idea,” you huffed, not in the mood for much conversation.

You bucked your hips, his fingers finally hitting your clit. It wasn’t much, if anything a brush of a feather, but it was enough to make you sigh in pleasure. Billy passed the pad of his finger over the tip of your clit, barely touching it, watching your expressions closely. His pinky finger managed to escape the confines of your underwear, and he used it to drag over your underwear, pressing down slightly where he knew your entrance was. You were tired of this, you didn’t have the kind of patience for foreplay tonight. Without warning, you roughly shoved at his shoulder, causing him to fall backwards, his head landing on the arm rest. Billy’s eyebrows rose, a permanent smirk resting on his lips. Lifting yourself up, you grabbed at his boxers and tugged them off, adding them to the pile along with your own.

You paid no attention to his springing erection as you crawled on top of him, straddling his hips. His cock was laying directly underneath your cunt, your seeping wetness slicking his shaft just slightly. Rocking forward a bit, Billy’s hands flew up to grip your hips, his nails digging into your ass. His once ocean-blue eyes were now a dark navy, filled to the brim with lust as he racked your form. You rocked forward again, but more so than the last time, dragging your pussy from the tip of his cock, to the base, and then back to the tip.

“Princess,” Billy moaned, his thumbs rubbing over your hip bones. You took that as your cue. Picking yourself up so you were no longer rested on Billy, but now resting on your knees, you grabbed his cock, pumping your hand along it a few times. Your grinding had spread your own pre-cum along the shaft, so as you lowered yourself down, it wasn’t painful. You were tight though; you hadn’t been fucked in weeks. But you were also soaking wet, so it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Billy let out a lengthy moan, refraining from bucking his hips and shoving himself all the way inside you.

“Oh god,” you whimpered, grasping his shoulder tightly, finally settling down on his entire length.

“You’re so tight, baby girl,” Billy groaned, lifting his hand up to push some of your hair behind your ear.

You waited a minute, allowing yourself to adjust to the feeling of him again, before you began to move. Both of you moaned at the same time, your head tossing back as his cock hit deep within you. Billy’s hands left your hips, attaching themselves to your tits and giving them a rough squeeze. You cried out in pleasure, their sensitivity shocking you momentarily. Billy gave you a toothy grin even though you weren’t looking, and he began tweaking your perked nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Your nails scraped down his chest, rocking yourself forward and further into his grasp.

“Mm, fuck, hold on, gorgeous,” Billy huffed, and you looked down at him with narrowed eyes, challenging him to stop fucking you. Billy ignored the look, instead holding your sides so he could move himself into a sitting position. Your legs wrapped around his back, his mouth instantly latching onto your left nipple.

“Fuck, Billy,” you whimpered, tangling your fingers in his hair and giving the blond locks a painful tug. Bouncing yourself on top of him, you could feel your orgasm approaching. “I’m close,” you warned, looking down at him. Billy pulled away from your tit to look up at you, grinning.

“I bet,” he snickered, nipping at your jaw. He held your body close to him, bucking his hips to meet your bounce, so that each time you would come down, he’d slam into you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your teeth sinking the base of his neck as your orgasm hit you full-throttle.

“Ah, fuck!” you yelled, the noise muffled by his skin. Your walls tightened around him, your eyes squeezing shut, as you rocked your body forward to drag out your orgasm.

“Oh, fuck,” Billy hissed, holding onto your ass as his own orgasm approached. With a few more thrusts, Billy tightened his hold on you, locking your body within his arms as he came inside you. Both of your bodies shuttered and bucked with the aftermath, riding out your orgasms. Slowly, you began to pull yourself off of him, whimpering from the sensitivity and the loss of contact. His cock fell free, but you stayed on his lap, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“You’re not gonna leave, right?” you asked quietly, your voice hoarse. Billy ran his hand down your sweaty hair, pushing it out of your face again.

“Of course not, baby. I’m here for the long run, and we’ll figure this out together,” he said, kissing the side of your head and holding you close. Billy kicked his legs out and scooted down the couch, pulling you down as he laid back. “Go to sleep, princess. I’ll wake you up before Steve gets back,” he promised, and you couldn’t help but snicker at the thought of Steve walking in on the two of you, naked and asleep on the couch.

“Thank you,” you hummed, kissing the red bite-mark you had left on his shoulder, before closing your eyes and eventually allowing yourself to doze off.

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Chan crushing on you !! // scenario

A bullet-point scenario starring Lee Chan/Dino !!

Feel free to request scenarios and reactions on my page :)

- Chan has grown up so much since his predebut days

- he isn’t a lil baby anymore and I CHOKE EVERY TIME I SAY THAT ISTG

- he’s become so mature and intelligent and sassy (courtesy of seungkwan) and charming and

- damnit

- he’s not even the same Chan we started out with in the Adore U era

- his growth over the past few years is just c r a z y

- BUT EVERYONE STILL TREATS HIM LIKE THE FAMILY FETUS LOL

- a lot of times I sense that Chan doesn’t wanna labeled “the group baby”

- and he definitely wouldn’t want to have this kind of “baby reputation” when he’s trying to go after a girl he likes

- because oh man when Chan starts crushing on someone and the members find out

- he’ll be babied a whole lot more than he already is sorry chan

- let’s get right into the scenario :D

- the first day of your internship at pledis, you’re introduced to the group you’ll be working under

- seventeen !!!!

- and during your personal introduction, you can’t help but notice all the members acting...

- strange

- is it something I’m saying? My accent? Is there something on my face??? you think to yourself

- you’re so confused

- but after some more observations, you notice one thing

- the members keep on looking at one specific member

- and the ones who are right next to him are constantly nudging his arm

- the targeted guy’s face is stolid, but it breaks every once in awhile when he tells the other members to knock off their nonsense

- after you finish your own introductions, the seventeen members begin introducing themselves individually

- and the guy that everyone was bothering during your introduction eventually steps up to introduce himself

- “Hi, I’m Dino. Nice to meet you,” he says sweetly

- his brief sentence is followed up by quiet laughter and finger-poking at the poor boy

- “stop it,” he whispers to the others

- you don’t get it

- were they poking fun at him because of you

- and if they were, why??? why you?

- after your introductions, one member agrees to take you on a mini tour of the company building

- “hi, I’m Jeonghan,” he greets you

- you greet him with a hello and your name before you begin a conversation as you walk through your tour

- you guys get along comfortably, and by the end of the tour, the both of you are practically conversing the way best friends would

- as he leads you to building exit to end the day, he asks you

- “y/n, I know this is really random, but did you happen to see any of us members around the building when you first arrived today?”

- you don’t recall seeing anyone so you reply

- “I don’t think so, why?”

- “ah nothing,” he smiles but it appears he’s holding back a laugh. “I was just wondering...”

- did that have to do with the way Dino was treated earlier?

- you shrug it off for a little and head home after exchanging goodbyes with that nice tour guide

- but at night you can’t help but think of what happened earlier again

- even though you don’t know what all the fuss was with Dino and the other members

- it’s bothering you

- what did you do? was it even your fault? or was it his?

- you tell yourself to forget about it and start off clean on the first official day of work tomorrow

- when you report to the company building the next day, everything goes the way your internship advisor has said it would go

- you pick up your to-do list from your boss’s office and go off to wherever you feel like doing your work in the building

- and after spending a lot of time trying to find vacant places to work, you finally find the practice room to be empty

- you find it kind of weird because lol aren’t there a lot of groups under pledis that practice daily???

- but you go with it bc you’re not complaining

- it’s a nice room :D

- wElp s0rry, you were kinda right earlier when you said artists need to practice there because GUESS WHO DECIDES TO WALK IN THE SECOND YOU GET SETTLED

- “Oh, hello, y/n,” Dino greets you with a bow

- you do the same for him, but you can’t help but feel kind of awkward as he drops his backpack by the sound booth right next to your workplace and gets settled into the room

- “I hope you don’t mind if I play songs on the sound system for practice right now?” he asks you

- “oh it’s okay,” you reply. “I usually like to have a little bit of music playing while I work on things anyways.”

- “okay!” he replies cheerfully. “Just let me know if you need anything, alright?”

- aw this guy is so... nice?

- “thank you, Dino,” you smile

- “oh no, please call me Chan,” he laughs shyly. “I mean... Dino, Chan, it’s up to you, really.”

- “okay Chan,” you smile at your paperwork and get started with your tasks

- he smiles as he starts playing the first song

- you don’t know this but Chan gets this warm feeling in his chest when he hears your voice chime his real name for the first time

- ahgghh I can’t let the hyungs think they’re right, he thinks to himself

- promise yourself now, Chan, that you won’t end up liking this girl

- I mean pshh this is only your second time seeing her

- that weird thing in your chest can’t be anything significant

- right?

- lmao just wait, Chan

- so the both of you are pretty much silent in the practice room

- well besides the music playing in the background

- there’s no conversation

- it’s just you working on paperwork and Chan working on choreography

- from where you are sitting, you can see Chan’s phone hooked up to the speaker system on the sound booth

- and whenever you got curious as to what a certain song’s title was, you’d peek over from your desk to see his phone screen

- after awhile, you notice his phone practically blowing up with messages

- since the phone is so close to you, your eyes can’t help but read a few of them:

- Seungkwan: “tryna show off your dancing skills to the girl, hUH”

- Seungcheol: “I see you, Channie ;)”

- Minghao: “yo I didn’t think you’d actually like her, but I guess you do since you’re literally practicing dancing in the same room she’s working in on purpose”

- Jeonghan: “EY AEGI (baby in korean) GO GET ITTTTT~”

- you blush a little at the messages

- it was pretty obvious

- they couldn’t be talking about anyone else but you

- you look out the windows and doors and see if anyone’s peeking into the practice room, but there’s no one

- are they hiding or something?

- how did they know we’re in the same room?

- and does Chan... like me???

- you want to tell Chan that his phone is exploding with messages, but you don’t want to seem nosy

- so you sit quietly and continue your work

- but ofc Chan, being a little self-conscious around the new intern, glances back at you every now and then while he’s practicing

- he catches you looking at his phone

- “hey, is something wrong?”

- “OH nothing nothing!!” you panic and revert your eyes back to your papers. “I’m just... checking out the song titles, that’s all.”

- you technically weren’t lying because you had been checking the titles earlier, but you only told half of the truth so you’re still kinda guilty LOL

- but Chan believes you and flashes you another cute smile before continuing his practice

- you finish your work, and the both of you say goodbye before parting ways

- Chan decides to take a look at his phone after you leave

- and his mouth drops at the sight of all the messages the members spammed him with

- and they we’re all obviously about you

- he’s pretty sure you saw these messages too since they were sent awhile ago rip

- WHY DO THEY ALWAYS GOTTA PICK ON ME AT THE WORST TIMES, Chan would think as he covers his face with a hand

- he informs the members about this on the svt group chat

- Chan: “GUYS WHAT THE HELL”

- Jeonghan: “Oh is lil aegi mad?”

- Mingyu: “dude what’s with the angry text?”

- Chan: “WHY WERE YOU ALL SPAMMING MY PHONE”

- Chan: “AND POINTING OUT Y/N”

- Mingyu: “because we all know you got a little crush on her lmao”

- Chan: “BUT YOU GUYS”

- Chan: “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND”

- Joshua: “wdym”

- Seungkwan: “yeah calm down. it’s not like she saw them”

- Seungkwan: “right?”

- Chan: “...”

- Seungcheol: “shit”

- Hansol: “oh my god we’re sorry, Chan”

- Seokmin: “LMAO DID SHE REALLY SEE THEM?”

- Minghao: “lol guys we really fucked it up”

- Chan: “yes she was looking at my phone and she said she was looking at the song titles, but now I think she was lying”

- Junhui: “oh yeah she was definitely lying then”

- Junhui: “If I were her, I’d be more interested in those juicy texts than some song title”

- Chan: “I hate all of you”

- Jeonghan: “wait Chan”

- Chan puts away his phone and flushes red in anger and embarrassment

- he doesn’t wanna care about what happened because he doesn’t have any concrete feelings for you

- but at the same time he cares a lot because now it’s gonna be very awkward between you two

- what are you supposed to think of Chan after seeing those messages?

- a part of him wants to hide from you for the rest of his life

- but luckily, his mature side takes over and makes the decision to talk it out with you the next time you guys bump into each other

- a day or two later, Chan spots you in the hallway

- and he finds himself walking toward you

- here we go, the both of you think simultaneously at the sight of each other

- “hey y/n,” Chan greets you

- “hi Chan.”

- silence follows

- “look, about the other day... ugh I hate to be like this with you but... were you really looking at the song titles when I asked?” he gets into the questions right away

- you know exactly was he’s talking about, and you know you would feel guilty if you pretended to not know

- “oh, well yeah I was checking for the titles at first, but then... you got a few texts and-”

- “I know, I just want to apologize for... those,” he looks down to avoid your eyes

- “It’s okay! I know what it feels like to be in that kind of position where your friends constantly bug you about a specific person,” you explain sympathetically. Chan looks up at you again

- “oh, really?” he smiles. Wow, she actually understands me...

- you nod. “Yeah, I get it.”

- Chan sighs in relief

- “Maybe we should start again?” you suggest

- you hold out a hand and the both of you reintroduce each other with a handshake

- Chan would be so freaking happy when he clears that all up with you

- he’ll probably hit up the group chat again

- Chan: “I’m sorry for getting mad the other day”

- Mingyu: “now you come crawling back huh”

- Seungcheol: “hey he’s apologizing, just take it”

- Joshua: “no we should be apologizing, Chan. we went a little too crazy with the spam the other day and we’re sorry”

- Seokmin: “none of this would’ve happened tho if Chan hadn’t said y/n looked pretty when he saw her walking into the building on her first day”

- Hansol: “lol”

- Jeonghan: “SEOKMIN STOP”

- Minghao: “he’s kinda right tho, it all started there”

- Chan: “wow I come back to apologize and this is what I get”

- Seungkwan: “Seungcheol: hey chan, did the new intern walk in yet?”

- Seungkwan: “Chan: I dunno, maybe. I just saw a pretty girl walking into the building a few minutes ago”

- Seungkwan: “everyone else in svt: OOOHHH DID CHAN JUST CALL A GIRL PRETTY???”

- Seungkwan: “Chan: WAIT NO I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY- BUT- HADKGFJS. STOOOP.”

- Jeonghan: “SEUNGKWAN, RECAPPING THE MOMENT THAT STARTED ALL OF THIS ISN’T HELPING RN”

- Seungkwan: “ok I’m sorry”

- Chan: “it’s okay we made up. I explained everything”

- Wonwoo: “so are you guys friends now?”

- Chan: “I guess???”

- Mingyu: “:3:3:3:3:3″

- Soonyoung: “my boy”

- Minghao: “we all know you want more than that though”

- Chan: “bye I regret coming back to this group chat”

- Seungcheol: “NEXT PERSON TO ATTACK CHAN HAS TO CLEAN ALL THE LAUNDRY, YOU HEAR ME??”

- with this new, clean slate, Chan would feel so confident about initiating conversations with you and joining you at work for mini hangouts

- and tbh he wouldn’t even notice that he’s been developing a legitimate crush on you unless another member talks to him about it

- maybe Soonyoung because he’s got the cutest hyung-dongsaeng relationship with Chan :’)

- you’d be hanging out with Chan in the practice room again when Soonyoung comes in to get ready for the performance team practice coming up in a few minutes

- knowing their schedule, you say your goodbyes before leaving the two dancers alone in the room

- Soonyoung turns to Chan and grins as soon as you close the door and depart

- “Chan, admit it. You like her.”

- “no no, I’d never-” the maknae shakes his head in denial but Soonyoung interrupts his sentence

- “then tell me why you’re always hanging out with her.”

- “I mean is it wrong to hang out with friends??”

- “there’s nothing wrong with ‘hanging out with friends’ but there’s a difference between that and constantly talking to a single person 24/7.”

- “what? What are you talking about?”

- “I see you texting y/n on your phone all the time, and as soon as she gets to the building for work, you guys meet up and hang out for hours.”

- “She’s not objecting to any of it though...” Chan shrugs and hides a smile

- “YEAH EXACTLY. So don’t give me that ‘I don’t have feelings for her’ bullshit because I won’t believe you,” Soonyoung narrows his eyes at Chan and shakes his head

- “okay fine,” Chan blushes. “Maybe I kind of like her...”

- “kind of??? Dude, you’re so whipped for this girl.”

- so Chan accepts his feelings for you

- luckily, the way he’ll act around you won’t be too different from the way he treated you before

- except he’d be smiling a whole lot more when he’s with you

- it’s just because he can’t believe how lucky he is to be this close to his crush I’m crying how pure :’)

- the only other difference in hanging out with him while he has a crush on you would be ALL OF THE BABYING FROM HIS HYUNGS OMF

- you’d be having such a great time JUST with Chan, but then some member like Junhui would walk in and think it’s a f a n t a s t i c day to run over to Chan and pinch his cheeks to embarrass him

- “JUN HYUNG, PLEASE NO,” Chan would plead constantly

- his face would be heating up and you’d be there laughing at how funny his hyungs can be

- Chan would probably be annoyed every time this happens, but he’ll get used to it eventually sorry Chan pt.2

- tbh he wouldn’t really think of confessing because he’d love how perfect your friendship is with him the way its, and he wouldn’t want to ruin it

- so if anything, the confession would be by accident

- and ofc what kind of confession would it be without the help of his lovely, supportive hyungs ;)

- so one day, you come a little late to work and find svt practicing altogether in the practice room

- you don’t get to see all of them together very often, so you weren’t ready for the explosion of “OOHS” directed at Chan and you as you walked in

- “jeez, you guys are never gonna live this down huh,” Chan rolls his eyes at the cooing members as he comes over to you to give you a hug

- “again, it’s all your fault for not filtering your mouth when you first saw her,” Seokmin spills out

- “wait what?” you ask out of confusion

- Chan gives Seokmin wide eyes with the other members. Did he really just say that??? Chan panics

- Seokmin adds. “Whaat? You guys haven’t told her about that yet?”

- “NO WHY WOULD WE TELL HER,” Mingyu laughs at Seokmin

- “tell me what?” you quirk up an eyebrow.

- “NOTHING, HE’S JUST...” Chan reddens

- “HALLUCINATING, YEAH THAT’S ALL. I’M HALLUCINATING,” Seokmin awkwardly laughs and scratches the back of his head

- you face gets serious. “Out with it, guys.”

- “y/n, it’s nothing imp-” Chan tries to explain

- “Chan, cut the crap. Tell me what’s going on,” you say a little more sternly

- the maknae sighs

- “just tell her already,” Soonyoung insists

- “okay fine,” Chan says a little frustrated. “On the day you reported to the company building for the first time, Seungcheol was asking all of us to keep an eye out for you, the new intern, so we can let your boss know.”

- “I saw you walking through the hallways, but I didn’t know whether or not you were the one they’re looking for. So when Seungcheol asked us if we saw “the intern,” I told him I wasn’t sure but I saw a...”

- he pauses out of hesitation

- “a girl,” he says and looks down

- “umm... I still don’t get it?” you respond

- Chan hesitates again

- “a pretty girl is what he meant to say. He called you pretty and everyone went crazy over it,” Jeonghan clarifies

- “... really?” you ask

- Chan nods as he faces the floor

- you try to fight a smile but can’t seem hold in the feeling of flattery

- “to be honest,” you cover your smile with a hand as you begin to put a statement together. “I thought Chan was kinda cute when we first met too”

- Chan looks at you and his mouth widens at your words

- if y/n thinks I’m cute, does that mean she... likes me too?

- “OOOOHHHH,” the 12 other guys coo loudly

- he smiles

- maybe confessing right now wouldn’t be such a bad idea, he contemplates

- “well to be honest with you,” he starts. “I’ve always thought you’re...”

- the words are stuck in his throat

- “CHAN JUST SAY IT ALREADY,” Soonyoung yells from the crowd of members

- “CUTE, I’VE ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WERE CUTE AND I LIKE YOU OKAY?” Chan covers his mouth after his confession.

- his words are followed by another loud cheer from the rest of the group

- you blush in embarrassment as the others rush to Chan’s side and cheer him on with hugs

- “he’s grown up so fAST,” Jeonghan fake sobs as he holds onto Chan tightly

- “don’t reject out little guy, he’s a great boy,” Seungcheol says to you and pats Chan’s head

- you look over to Chan and his face is as red as a tomato. His eyes are glued to the floor

- “I’ve liked you for awhile too, Chan,” you confess quietly, but everyone still manages to hear it

- and at the sound of your response, the members push Chan towards you, and your body accidentally collides with his

- he backs away a bit to take a look at your face

- “sooooo.... what now?” he asks awkwardly as he stands in front of you

- “hmm... how about coffee at the cafe tomorrow?” you offer with a smile

- Chan laughs lightly. “Meet up here at 8am and we can walk together if you want.”

- you nod and the members resume their cheering

- “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? HUG HER, CHAN,” Soonyoung screams again

- Chan opens up his arms and you come in for an extremely warm hug. He gently sways you side to side in his embrace I’M DEAD

- “NOW KISS,” Seokmin suddenly adds, but his comment is then greeted with light punches and hits from the other members

- Chan and you laugh at the suggestion

- “I think we’ve had enough of the babying today,” Chan says before he plants a soft kiss on your cheek

- “CHAN YOU’RE GROUNDED,” Jeonghan scolds him

[ceresiae-archived-blog]

Okay.. now that... I have watched the episode- my (not asked for) thoughts below:

I... am really having a hard time believing that RT is sticking to what we saw today. 

And by that I mean just how... matter of fact everything is. 

Adam and his mini army of nobodies essentially being contained and reduced to nothing in a matter of minutes seemed... off.

The corrupt white fang, to MY knowledge, was a very LARGE organization. Not that all of them would obviously be at Haven but- I dunno I feel like that was TOO easy. I get it though, plot needs to move. I did want another Blake and Adam fight though, but I guess it would have felt out of place with everyone sitting around waiting for cues. 

Mercury has... gotten so bad??? As a character???? Like he’s always been mouthy but I thought RT told us there was going to be so much more with him. That his past was one of the darkest yet. I WASN’T EXPECTING TO KNOW THAT IN THIS EPISODE LOL but like- he just... seems... so... dumb haha. 

I like Emerald’s distress though, like you can tell she’s focused on her goal and mission. 

Hazel is big angry man. What I liked with his bit was how he didn’t care about Adam’s issue. Like- ‘fuck your racist faunus bullshit, fix your problem, that’s not what I’m here for’. I dig it. 

WEISS MY BABE. YOU GO GIRL. She’s so beautiful and classy while still badass, ugh Winter would be proud- IF SHE WERE THERE. 

Okay...

The Raven and Cinder bit- INHALES

The fight was beautiful. It really was, the movements were so .... entrancing and their abilities as Maidens were interesting but I wish we saw more of SPRING stuff, you know? I don’t quite get how the lightening like bits reflected that when we got weather abilities from Amber’s Fall Maiden. Maybe each girl tampers with them differently?? I dunno.

As for.... Vernal being alive, distracting Cinder and... this death sequence.

So- okay. My issue with this, Cinder was to obtain Vernal’s ‘powers’ upon her death as Cinder was the last person in Vernal’s head. She’d already proclaimed that she wasn’t feeling any power supposedly AT. HER. DEATH. So.. her... being alive long enough after the fact and after all this rocky debris had fallen- like... I don’t like it. I liked Vernal as a character don’t get me wrong but... that felt... so wrong canon wise. 

In fact Cinder dying, felt so so wrong... canon wise. 

I love Raven, I really, really do, ESPECIALLY as of this fight, calling out Cinder’s selfish nature with obtaining power- like I LIKE HER. I’m honestly not sure how I would have seen the fight ending. PERHAPS IF RUBY had gone down in the middle of the fight instead of Yang AFTERWARDS, it would have felt better for Cinder to die. But like... it just felt so empty. 

I’m seriously just- I’ve got so many mixed feelings right now. I’ll keep watching, I mean RWBY has my soul tbh but like.. I’m not happy. I think the writing has gotten very discombobulated and unorganized and they aren’t aware of how to properly flesh out characters. IE; Roman, Cinder, Neo, Adam, Summer (bc we need more ok), and Jaune well... 

He’s okay I guess. 

I’ve never loved him, but I don’t hate him. He’s just kinda... there??? 

God this writing confuses me. X_x

[clefeah]

colu - ego

i havent written in like a year bc of personal reasons, so im probably out of practice, pls give feeback if u have the time! this is a colu oneshot bc i love rarepairs. enjoy!

Today had not gone as Lucy expected, well no, that’s not entirely true. She expected her team to eventually disregard the plan she so expertly devised and run in, guns blazing like they always do. She just sort of hoped they wouldn’t. Which, now, as she sits alone, outnumbered by some edgy dark mage douchebags dressed in all black, she realizes was kind of unrealistic. 

“It’s cool, Lucy, you got this!” She mumbles unconvincingly to herself. 

From the corner of her eye, she can see the golden glinting of her keys, safely stowed in the black pocket of a mages robe. After a mini pep talk she convinces herself to go for them. She takes a breath and prepares to tackle the large, robed figure. She lunges forward, but they dodge her, causing her to go flying headfirst into the wall. She rubs her head and glares as she hears one of the mages laugh at her.

“It’s alright, Lucy, Team Natsu has tackled enemies bigger than this and won no problem, you’ll be fine!” She continues to tell herself, with the same unsure tone.  

She hears the same laugh again, and turns in that direction, so she can tell the jerk off for mocking her. Surprisingly, there doesn’t seem to be anyone there, which causes goosebumps to rise on Lucy’s skin.

“Wait, wait, wait! This guild has supposedly has taken a vow of silence, and even went as far to use a spell to disable their voices. That’s why they’re called ‘Dead Silent’.” Lucy recalls frantically to exactly nobody. “So if it wasn’t one of them, then-“

Her pondering is cut short by the sound of something landing on the metal ground behind her with a bang. She squeaks in surprise and spins around to see a tall figure in a navy cloak. She draws back instinctively and prepares for a fight she feels almost certain she’ll lose.

“Hey.” The mysterious person says in a voice that seems somehow familiar to Lucy. 

“H-hey..?” Lucy replies in a daze, shocked by their nonchalant attitude.

“You sure like talking to yourself.” They mock.

“Who are you?!” Lucy demands, purposely ignoring the completely true statement.

A smirk plays on what she can see of the strangers lips, and they finally remove their hood. Lucy gasps at the identity of the taller person.

“Considering your current situation, I’d say I’m your knight in shining armor.” Cobra, or rather Erik,  laughs teasingly.

“You! Y-you’re..?” Lucy gasps, unable to gather words in her surprise. “Amazing? Handsome? The best?” He suggests jokingly. 

Lucy furrows her eyebrows, she knew she didn’t really like him, but she didn’t expect him be so obnoxious. 

“Heard that.” The dragon slayer comments, snapping Lucy from her albeit rude thoughts.

“Ah, Sorry…” She apologizes awkwardly, then shakes her head. “Wait, no I’m not. Why am I apologizing to you?”

“Maybe because I’m your savior?” He says self importantly.

“Who said I needed saving?!” Lucy yells, her face turning red from either embarrassment or anger.

“Your thoughts did.” He grunts, looking annoyed at her sudden screaming. “Who said you were allowed to read my thoughts?!” She screams in the same loud voice.

Erik says nothing to this, just simply gives her a confused look. It’s not like he could really control it, he just has really good hearing. Well, that’s an understatement, but he certainly did not care to hear the celestial mage’s thoughts of self pity.

“Wait.” Lucy says, lowering her voice to almost a whisper.

Erik raises his eyebrows and signals her to continue.

“They’ve been sitting there the entire time while we spoke. They haven’t tried to attack us once.” She tells him, her voice showing her unsettlement. 

Lucy was right and they both knew it, they’ve just been watching the odd pair banter with the same detached look on each of their faces. Now that Lucy thought about it, they weren’t even trying to attack her when she was alone, just dodging her when she attacked.

“Hey, you can read minds! Tell me what they’re planning to do with us!” Lucy commands Erik in a hushed tone, as if they were going to suddenly jump from their passive mode.

“Say please.” He says slyly.

“Hey, your ass is on the line here too, buddy!” She growls impatiently.

Erik’s face morphs from an arrogant smirk to an expression of unease and confusion. 

“What, are you just now realizing that?”

He shakes his head slowly as his lips curl into a frown. Lucy crosses her arms and tilts her head inquisitively. 

“Then what’s your problem?” 

“I can’t hear their thoughts.” He hisses in frustration, voice barely audible.

Lucy blinks a couple times.

“Come again?”

“This isn’t the first time this has happened,” he recalls his first encounter with Jellal. “but for such a large group of people, it’s ridiculous. Not to mention, I can’t sense any magic energy from them!” He explains in a troubled tone.  

“Paired with their suspicious behavior, that makes a double creepy.” Lucy whines, a chill running up her spine. 

Erik glances down at the shaking blonde mage and exhales.

“Don’t lose your head. I’ll handle this.” He assures her, awkwardly placing a hand on her shoulder before lunging at the group in front of him.

Lucy hears a familiar bang, then sees Erik lying in the same position she was just a few minutes ago. She thinks she would laugh if she weren’t so unnerved. 

“They dodged you too?”

Erik says nothing and immediately gets up, preparing to get serious. Lucy smirks subconsciously, he’s probably embarrassed. 

“Let’s see you dodge this, asshole!” He snarls, changing his stance. “Poison Dragon Roar!!!”

His poison breath successfully engulfs his target, and he flashes a cocky grin when the cloaked figure is nowhere to be seen amongst the poison. Lucy shudders, is he really powerful enough to dissolve a guy, clothes and all?! Her question is answered by the forming of a shadow in front of the slayer. When it takes shape, it looks eerily similar to the guy Erik just attacked.

“I was afraid of this.” Lucy sighed and bit her lip.

“Afraid of what?!” Erik snaps, obviously frustrated that he failed again.

“These are shadow wraiths. They can’t hurt us, but we can’t hurt them either. They can be created by high level shadow mages.” She explains irritably.

“If they can’t hurt us, then what’s there to be afraid of? Can’t we just leave?” 

Lucy’s turns red as her face falls. It really hadn’t occurred to her that she could have just left.

“I don’t see why not…” She answers awkwardly.

Erik is at the door before she can even finish, trying to open it.

“Locked.” He growls, looking about ready to explode.

“Ah,” Lucy’s face falls. “I think this might have been a distraction for them to lock us in here, like Illusion Magic.” She says hesitantly, not wanting to make him angrier.

Even though she doesn’t have super hearing like her angry counterpart, she swears that she could hear something snap inside of Erik.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He roars at Lucy.

“Hey, you can’t just blame me! You have the big ears, why didn’t you hear anyone locking the door?!” She retaliates, not about to be scolded by him.

Erik opens his mouth to reply, but promptly shuts it when he realizes that he has no comeback.

“But you knew what these things were, why didn’t you just leave?!” He adds. “I didn’t, until you attacked it! These ones were really well made, and have the benefit of the whole ‘edgy matching outfits’ thing going on!” 

“That’s an awful excuse, and even you think that! Now, because of you, I’m stuck here!” Erik complains loudly.

“I’m still failing to see how this is my fault!”

The pair continues to argue in front of their audience of soulless wraiths until Erik puts a finger to Lucy’s mouth and shushes her.

“Someone’s coming.” He tells her.

“Finger. Off. Now.” She says in a dangerously low voice.

He complies, then slowly moves towards the door.

“Who is it?” Lucy inquires quietly.

He shakes his head, indicating that he can’t quite tell. Suddenly, he bangs on the door, startling Lucy.

“Oi! In here!” He yells at the door, or rather to the people on the other side. The footsteps are then loud enough for Lucy, with her average hearing, to sense. Next, the doorknob starts to jiggle, and the door opens. Standing there is the rest of their respective teams.

“Why’re you banging on the door like that?” Sorano questions, hands on her hips. “We were trapped in here.” Erik replies.

“Really? By whom, exactly?” Jellal asks warily, looking around for enemies. Lucy and Erik turn to see that the wraiths have disappeared. 

“Ah, well, there were some shadow wraiths here, but that doesn’t matter. The door was locked.” Lucy tells the confused group.

“Locked?” Sorano laughs. “Sure, it was a bit jammed, but nothing impossible to open.”

At that moment, the rooms falls silent.

“So, you were too busy yelling at me to actually put a little effort into opening the door, huh?” Lucy says lowly, aura turning dark.

Erik purses his lips and clasps his hands. Well, this is embarrassing, because she’s completely right.

“My bad..?” He says sheepishly.

Lucy ignores him, and just turns around to get her keys, which were dropped when the wraiths disappeared. 

“Hey, I said it was my bad, okay? No need to use words like that!” He huffs, crossing his arms.

“I didn’t say anything!” Lucy glares.

“No, but you thought it!”

“God, you guys sound like you’re having a lover’s quarrel, it’s gross.” Sorano sneers, looking away.

“Shut up!” They both say in unison.

“Hey, you both agree that Sorano should shut up, that’s something!” Meredy giggles.

“Kid, I’m this close.” Sorano snaps, narrowing her eyes at Meredy, who is beaming as usual.

“Enough, let’s just get out of here.” Erik groans.

“Agreed.” Lucy says, almost mimicking his tone. 

A sly grin crosses Meredy’s face as she stifles a giggle.

“So, why are you guys even here?” Lucy asks the whole of Crime Sorciere, as they start towards the exit.

“The same reason as you, pretty much. Dead Silence is a dark guild that’s been causing a lot of trouble, so we dealt with it.” Erik replies.

“You mean we dealt with it, while you two got to know each other in the supply room.” Sawyer adds. 

They both glare, but don’t say anything, mostly because it’s true.

“I take it that this means the job is finished?” Lucy asks.

“Yup! We took down the master. He was tough, but obviously he couldn’t stand a change against all of us!” Meredy answers.

“That explains why the wraiths disappeared. The master must have been controlling them.” 

“You guys got trapped by a bunch of shadow wraiths? Aren’t they virtually harmless?” Gray mumbles.

The pair look at each other awkwardly, today was not good for either of their ego’s.

[ancient-bruises-ancient-moon]

okay I think im gunna live blog me watching Don’t Fuck With Cats

so first of all...isn’t it illegal to post online videos of horrific shit? like of course I've come across stuff unintentionally but I didn’t know it was legal and it seems like from the beginning of this documentary there’s like websites that aren’t necessarily on the dark web that allow this content???

oh GOD WHAT IS THIS GUY GUNNA DO TO THESE KITTENS OH MY FUCKING GOD IM ALERADY CRYING 

HOLY FUCK DUDE HOLY FUCK 

I THOUGHT THIS WAS A MOVIE NOT A MINI SERIOUS I CAN’T STOP WATCHING IT NOW THOUGH

I’M SO CONFUSED THO???? I DONT THINK I EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT A SNUFF FILM IS BC APPARENTLY SO MUCH SHIT LIKE THIS IS LEGAL TO POST ONLINE?? OR AM I MISSING SOMETHING????

ALSO IT’S SCARY HOW EASY IT IS TO TRACK PEOPLE BUT I HOPE AND NEED TO BELIEVE RN THAT HE GETS CAUGHT

HOW CAN THEY EVEN SHOW SOME OF THIS FOOTAGE IN THIS DOCUMENTARY WHAT ARE LAWS

IDK HOW THIS AMAZING WOMAN AND MAN WORKED TOGETHER TO FIND THIS GUY BUT I CANT EVEN HOW PAINFUL THIS HAD TO BE VFYSDGFBJFSDHBFG and damn they’re such good internet detectives and that’s not even their job?? again scary that ppl can do all that but IM SO GLAD THEY DID like it has just as much good use for good as evil I guess but it makes me want to throw my laptop out a window a little too literally anybody can just find anyone?? 

PEOPLE ARE FFUCKING TERRIFYING MAN LIKE WHO DOES THIS SHIT AND IT COULD HAVE ALMOST ALL BEEN PREVENTED IF ANYONE LISTENED FUCK

im right to be afraid of people and be terrified of everything and just agoraphobia and anxiety MY FUCKING ASS! IM RIGHT! MY ANXIETY IS RIGHT! AND PEOPLE ARE JUST AS HORRIFYING AS I BELIEVE THEY ARE I SHOULDN’T HAVE TO “WORK ON” BEING RIGHT BC YA KNOW WHAT WOULD IMPACT MY LIFE MORE? BEING WRONG AND BEING HURT AGAIN BY MORE PEOPLE OR WORSE FUCK  I NEED A VALIUM like RIGHT NOW.

and I ALREADY KNOW THAT IF I TALK ABOUT THIS OR SHOW IT TO ANY THERAPIST IM JUST GUNNA BE FUCKING TOLD NOT TO CONSUME MEDIA LIKE THIS BUT THIS SHIT IS REAL FUCKING LIFE WE DON’T LIVE IN HAPPY CARTOONS IM FREAKING OUT ABOUT SO MANY THINGS RN I GOTTA PAUSE THIS DOC FOR A SEC AND TAKE A VALIUM FOR MY ~unreasonable fears~ 

ok I took a break and peed and grabbed food to potentially eat later. I'm calming down. I got so angry and off topic before im just so...idsbgl I dont know im okay rn but im turning it back on rn bc I just have to sit thru it and finish it or its gunna drive me crazy and go on for days

what the FUCK what is he doing sending human feet to POLITICAL PEOPLE???? who wants attention THIS BAD???

“He’s going to get the attention of the world now on him...you work so hard to prevent something from happening and then it happens and then you wonder did I push too hard? Did I not do enough? Did I not do enough? Oh, honey you did enough but did you do too much? Did you egg him on and give him the attention he wanted and it was like a drug? It just stopped being enough for him.”

^^^powerful words from a very brave woman. resonates a lot. I wonder if I could find her online and write to her and thank her. she probably has a fb page for this documentary- not like I exactly have her people finding skills

oh wow he sent FEET TO BOTH POLITICAL PARTIES?? CAN THIS RLY BE ALL JUST FOR ATTENTION? I CAN NOT UNDERSTAND THAT BRAIN? HOW DO PEOPLE LIKE THIS...EXIST??? WHAT DO THEY THINK? WHY DO THEY THINK IT?

it might be terrifying but I rly should go into forensic something I can’t not do anything knowing how many people like this there are and im sure theres even more than I could fucking guess jfc how does someone become like a homicide investigator?? mmmfkfmvofndnv my brain can’t sit in one place rn

oh my god I want to hold this woman. everyone that worked on this is a fucking hero/heroine 

how come people aren’t considered serial killers if they’ve murdered animals but only one human so far? they committed a series of killings either way...that’s what a serial killer is? whats the difference between murdering an animal and hunting? is there one?? I have so many questions 

im not rewriting this when im done or editing it or checking grammar idc it also shows how wild my mind goes when I get worked up to an extent so thats helpful for therapy at least

fuck I need to eat but I feel guilty eating while im watching this but I havent eaten yet today and its after 9pm

he really reminds me of some ppl from my past esp the wanting to live out movies and stuff

WHAT IS HAPPENING?????????????

im not gunna write anymore about this for right now...its not over yet but I just dont wanna write anymore

[end-re]

Before it’s Over

Part 2

Peter walks in to Delmar's wearing a dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and jeans. He wanted to dress up for you even though you were just going to get sandwiches. You thought this was the sweetest thing in the world.

He’s super nervous and fidgety bc you fine and he can believe your actually on a date. He thinks you're just the most precious thing in the world and he was so excited to hang out with you.

Even though you told him not to he payed for your sandwich along with his, so you bought the two of you drinks and chips.

Awkward eye contact!!

You’ll be eating and look up to see peter just staring at you he blushes and goes back to eating. You laugh softly because he’s so soft what.

You get to hear him ramble about some sciencey stuff

“ And so a while ago in chemistry I was super bored in chemistry class …” he stops shaking his head and whispers to himself “oh wait I can’t tell her about that”

“Tell me about what?”

Peter suddenly jumping up

“Oh nothing, hey Marianne I’m so sorry, but I have to go”

“Peter, wait” You grab his wrist as he turns to leave “Be careful”

Peter just kind of stares at you for a few seconds before slowly nodding and taking hold of the hand that’s around his wrist “I will be … I’m so so sorry … I promise I’ll make it up to you”

He runs out of the store giving you a shy wave as he passes by you before he realizes he was going the wrong way and turning around.

You shake you head.

As soon as he’s out of sight you clean up what was left on the table from the date, wave to Mr. Delmar and head on to the street.

The cool New York breeze winds through your hair peacefully till you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Pulling it out immediately you scream at yourself. Why had you let peter leave, oh that was such a bad idea. You rush home scrolling till you find you dad

“Dad! Dad you have to do the suit thing!”

“Marianne, I already told you I’m not making you a suit, you’ll just get hurt”

“No the thing where you make it move! It’s really important or everything will be over!”

“ I thought we had already decided that the world ending was a silly idea, just relax Marianne”

“ No no not that, It’s Peter. He’s in trouble … I let him do something stupid”

“ What do you mean it’s Peter”

“I don’t know, but Karen just told me he was flying through the air.”

“ Yeah he does that he’s Spider-man”

“ OKay more like being dragged through the air, just do the suit thing or whatever!”

“What do you mean dragged … What is he doing, oh god, okay I’m gonna go”

Pushing the door of Avengers tower open wheezing because you tried to run all the way home, which ended up being more of a power walk but you tried.

Watching you dad yell at peter for being a mess from you special ‘karen station’ where you can watch the footage from peter’s suit

“Anyway Mr.Start you didn’t have to come all the way out here I had that, I was fine”

“ Oh I’m not ... here, thank god this place has wifi and I have an amazing daughter, look forget the flying vulture guy please ”

“Why”

“Because why, because I said so and Ma- I mean Karen will lose her mind! Just stay close to the ground, can't you just be a friendly neighborhood Spider-man”

“But I’m ready for more now”

“No your not”

Peter texting you once he got home

‘Hey i’m really sorry I had to leave early today, can we do something else tomorrow?’

‘Yeah sure where do you want to go?”

Hanging out with Peter all the time, yall are super cute

Every time you guys text or call you both just end up staring at you phone like idiots. So you end up walking around the Avengers tower laughing and smiling at your phone. Some of them know you talking to peter, so when you walk into a room all happy Steve just asks “ what’d peter say this time”

The first time you guys hold hand would be walking to school together. You always met peter at his house. His hand would brush past yours because he wanted to take your hand but was too nervous. So you’d gently slip your hand into his. He’d lean over and lightly kiss your forehead before asking you about last night's calculus homework.

Okay but forehead kisses all the time, every time he’d have to leave for a mission and couldn’t tell you

“I’ll miss you, I’m so sorry I’ll make it up to you I promise” He’d pull you into a hug wrapping one arm around you and placing the other on your head before his lips lightly grazed your forehead.

You’d be waiting at his locker for him talking with ned about the newest star wars lego set he’d gotten. Then peter would come up behind you and rest his arm on you shoulder while his arms wrapped around your waist.

Him finding out that you're Tony's daughter and having a mini heart attack. Tony would have one too, and he’d be upset that Steve knew about you and peter before he did.

You and peter would be on the bus, normally he got off before you but you had fallen asleep on his lap  and he didn’t have the heart to wake you. You looked so pretty so he just kept running his fingers through your hair. After a few minutes you woke up. And he was all like “Hey Darling” You gave him a smile before resting your head on his shoulder. BUt then you realized he should have already gotten off.

“ Peter why are you still on the bus?”

“ Because I didn’t wake you up …”

“ Oh but know we have to ride the bus all the way around, lets just get off know and head back.”

“ Why don’t we just go to your house?”

“ I uh don’t think that’s a good idea … ”

You guys got off at your stop anyway, it was still a short walk away from the tower.

“So uh Peter, there’s something I haven’t really told you …” You guys rounded the corner, there weren’t really many residential buildings left so peter just looked really confused. You came to a stop in front of the Avengers Tower

“Hey so marianne, where are we going?” you just pushed open the door and walked in, making your way over to the elevator you gave peter a nervous smile, come on.

“ F.R.I.D.A.Y. take me up to whatever floor my dad’s on.”

Peter swallowed “Your dad works here?”

“No, he lives here, and so do I. Don’t do anything rash alright?”

The elevator doors opened to the floors with the meeting rooms on it, peter slowly stepped off after you “So why are we looking for you dad?”

“Were not, I just have to go say hi” You opened a small fridge and turned to him “You want anything?”

Peter ran his fingers through his hair, he knew he couldn’t be here you would figure it out, you would figure out he was spiderman. Only Mr. Stark knew. But Mr. Stark was here oh god what if he said something and you got made at him. What if you didn’t want to be with him anymore because he lied to you. “Hey Marianne, I have to go, I know I said that we should go to your house but I really think I should go home now…”

“Peter are you alright?” You could see him fidgeting he would kick at the ground with his feet, he looked kind of sick really

“ No, yeah, I jus- I just have to go”

“ But you just got here.” you set the strawberry milk you had gotten out for him on the table and walked back over to where he was standing taking hold of his hands “Hey, you don’t have to worry alright?” You wrapped your arms around him pulling him into a hug which he returned as he slowly relaxed

“Here.” you handed him the strawberry milk “let’s go it’ll be really quick …”

Peter followed you with his fingers interlaced with yours, you stopped in front of the door for a second, just long enough to read what was on the screen

That was weird why were they talking about the world ending, that was complete insanity, your dad had assured you of it. You wanted to hear more about what they were saying, but Steve saw you and waved happily upon realizing who you were with.

You pushed the door open “ Faaather, I am home!”

Tony turned with a smile “How’s my sweet girl?” You crossed the room to hug him leaving Peter in the middle of the room practically spiting out his milk.

“I’m doing positively perfect”

“Oh spider-boy, are you okay, don’t spit your milk on my floors! I see you’ve met the lovely Karen” Tony stopped spinning you around holding onto your shoulders “What do you think … actually why are you here?”

Peter slowly swallowed the strawberry milk that was in his mouth and froze, he stared and you for some sort of angry reaction but he didn’t get one. He knew you had to be upset but you didn’t look it.

“uhh … so Marianne invited me in, but I think I’m gonna go now. I’m really sorry I should have told you I was Spider-man before, and I feel like a jerk because i’ve been lying to you this whole time that we’ve been together and so I just, like I understand if you don't ever want to talk to me. I’m gonna go, I’m sorry.” Peter turned and started to leave the room.

You tried to follow him but Tony put his hand on your head to stop you “You mean to tell me you’ve been dating spider-boy and didn’t tell me?”

“Yeah …”

Steve stood up “Aren’t they just the cutest together.”

“No steve it’s not cute! This is not what I made you Karen for! You were just supposed to protect him not use protection with him … but you should definitely use it all the time … BUt don’t because he shouldn’t even breath in your direction”

Peter had stopped his dramatic exit and was now watching this exchange with a look of confusion, because one you were Tony’s daughter but also you were Karen or something and who was Karen your name was Marianne

“And you!” Tony said pointing at Peter “How dare you speak to my daughter?”

“Who’s Karen?” Peter asked ignoring Tony’s question

“I’m Karen” You said flatly “Sorry I didn’t tell you”

“Wait so you're not Marianne?”

“I’m too old for this” Tony said with a sigh as he fell back into his chair.

“Karen you know the ai, in you suit, I’m her, I’m Karen”

“But you're still Marianne right?”

“Yes Peter that’s my name.”

“Wait. So did you already know I was Spider-man”

“Yep”

“Oh god you probably think I’m stupid, that’s so embarrassing you should have told me to shut up.”

“We do think you're stupid, but it’s alright kid, why don't you guys leave now so we can get back to work.” Natasha said with a laugh

You took Peter’s hand “Let’s go i’ll show you the Karen station”

“I swear Parker if you lay a hand on her” Tony yelled as you closed the door. Peter immediately held his hand up in the air

“Sorry Mr.Stark”