#never trust a boy with a skateboard they’re too fast

[babsvibes]

[strayarte]

“Never trust a boy with a skateboard, they’re too fast.”

[drabblemania]

hunter x hunter

headcannons of you being friends with gon and killua!

a/n: bro i love my sons 😭

tw/cw: minor cussing

•What is this. . . normalcy you speak of?

•Because it’s not here, sweetie.

•Once you declare and solidify your friendship with these two, you all are now officially attached at the hip!

•Gon and Killua are both energetic and so I hope you can keep up with them lMAO—

•Seriously, one second they’re racing up a mountain for fun! The next they’re fighting some mole creature that decided it thinks children are it’s favorite meal.

•Though, it’s all fun and games as long as you guys fight and win together, right?

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•Killua was a bit on the more distant side when you were first friends, and I’m sure you can understand why.

•Sure, he was social with you! Just didn’t share any major personal information.

•But as time went on and he came to know you better, he decided you weren’t bad at all!

•You start to notice that: Killua seeks you out more even if Gon isn’t around, starts to give you small puzzle pieces of his past, and, when he really grows attached to you, he outright declares you as one of closest friends!

•(Of course, Gon is the other.)

•Never say some “wE’rE nOt fRiEnDs aNyMoRe” shit with Killua 🙄

•Trust me when I say he will remember that, and take it seriously. Even if it’s a joke, he’ll take it personally.

•May even plot to kill you, lOOK I DUNNO KNOW CHIEF—

•Killua teaches you how to ride his skateboard! Makes sure you keep your footing and can’t possibly twist your ankles like a pretzel, but if you fall tHEN NOTHING’S STOPPING HIM FOR LAUGHING FOR THE NEXT TEN MINUTES.

•unless you start crying, then he’s by your side helping you up </3

•Already know how to skate? Great! Killua makes sure to get you your own skateboard and teases Gon about him being the only one without one.

•He’ll mess with you if you get a skateboard identical to his, but he thinks it’s kind of cool.

“We’re like epic fraternal twins!” Killua laughed, kicking the board up to compare it to yours. You let out an embarrassed chuckle. The paint job was a little messed because Gon had been trying to help you with it, but it seems he never learned how to color within the lines—

“Heeey!” The auburn-eyed hunter whined from behind you guys, “What about me?!” He huffed.

“We’re like epic fraternal triplets!” You clarified, sweat-dropping with the snow-white boy next to you at how fast Gon’s facial expression changed.

“You can’t be a twin without a skateboard, smart one!” Killua flicked Gon’s forehead, to which he responded with a loud: “What?! Why not??”

You just sit and let them go at it for a bit, but that wasn’t their plan.

“(NAME)! WHAT DO YOU THINK?!”

•Good luck!

•Killua has a decent amount of nightmares, and it’s just something he puts up with every now and then. He might mention it once, but if you remember it he’s kind of surprised.

•Like wow?? You actually listen to what he has to say???

•Make a ritual of drinking calming teas before bed with him. Sure, it may not help completely, but he’ll feel more relaxed and probably a little more at ease with his closest friends helping him.

•(Make Gon do it too, you’ll finally be able to get him in bed easier 😐. Probably snores louder though.)

•Killua also gets super flustered and embarrassed if you ever tell him how happy you are to be friends with him.

•He’ll tell you to shut up, but that’s just his way of saying it back!

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•Gon probably instantly noticed you were a good person, even if you don’t believe it yourself. It’s just something he has a knack for.

•If you’re a person who has high walls, Gon doesn’t just break them, no.

•Gon obliterates them.

•He really wants to know you, so he doesn’t really care how long it takes to coax you into being more comfortable with him (and Killua)!

•(Also, y’all know how Gon has this look whenever he’s dead set on something? Best believe he had it if you ever distanced yourself cause you have trouble making friends or whatever, because he really wants to be your friend.)

•Has a tendency to pat you on the back!

•Except hard enough for you to cough up your liver.

•He doesn’t exactly pay attention to how much strength is going into the friendly pats.

•Gon is a very positive person, so chances are that all that positivity might rub off on you. Be careful, reader😤, only positivity in this area!

•Takes you out to fish with him! These are times where Gon’ll start to mindlessly chat about how he grew up and funny stories with Aunt Mito and his great grandmother.

•Play card games with him and test his resolve.

•If you’re a stay-inside person, Gon drags you out of your hidey-hole (Killua laughs shamelessly at your dismay) and makes you gon outside 😭

•He doesn’t even make you interact with people, he just doesn’t want you staying inside a stuffy room for too long!

•Gon is very in touch with feelings, so he can be in touch with yours too.

•Basically, you can’t hide from him.

•We all know Gon’s dad, Ging, is an asshole😐, but still encourage Gon and tell him that he’ll find his dad no matter what!

•When you tell Gon how happy you are to be friends with him, he’s a little taken back! Though, he quickly recovers and tells you that, “No, you’re wrong! I’m happy to be friends with you, (Name)!”

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•You and Killua try and get Gon into video games!

•Killua always shamelessly puts his name down as “king_killua” and Gon’s is kind of just “hunter_gon.”

•You and Killua try and convince him to change it to something like— funnier? But he’s satisfied, so y’all should just give up lMAO

•You ask about Killua’s name and his response will just be “It was that, or “hoebitch_75”.”

•. . . what.

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•If you’re a more quiet and/or shy person, your nickname is “mouse.”

•Tired person? They call you “tanuki” because of the dark circles around your eyes.

•Hot headed? They unironically refer to you as “firecracker.”

•Very energetic? “Pika.” Yes. That’s it. (It is 100% because Gon may have said this one.)

•It’s not to mock you or anything, but Killua probably started calling you a nickname after you first met him and the name just stuck.

•Gon, easily influenced, starts to also call you that.

•Don’t like it? That’s okay! They’ll just use the nickname when they’re trying to tick you off, then.

•You do like it? Then they call you by your nickname more than they say your actual name!!

•While you may have a designated nickname, they still pull out others like: “shorty” “tree” “sleepy” “sloth” “god usopp” “dummy(💛)” etc.

•They all mean well, I swear😭

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•You guys spar and play fight a lot, but I think this might’ve been obvious already.

•When you’re sparring, everyone makes sure to keep an eye out for new techniques or weaknesses someone could improve on.

•If you’re having a bit of trouble with Nen, then Killua and Gon are more than happy to coach you!! (While they would just bring you to Bisky, she would probably make you throw up your heart with her gruesome training— So they volunteer instead!)

•As you know, depending on your personality, you have a different kind of Nen. Whatever your main section is, they’re willing to help you out, even if they don’t quite get it themselves—

•If you guys are just play fighting, then you’ve probably had blunt force inflicted head trauma more than once during a pillow fight😐

•THEY DON’T KNOW WHAT THE LINE IS.

•You could be fOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND THEY WOULD CONTINUE TO PUMMEL YOU WITH PILLOWS.

•Killua’s messed around and threw an entire mattress. It’s your job to make sure you dodge in time.

•Gon thought it was funny!! So he threw the entire base of the bed.

•Once again, your job to make sure you dodge in time—

•THANK KILLUA FOR STARTING TO USE NEN FOR THE LITTLE “GAME.”

•Needless to say, you guys had to pay for the absolute destruction and chaos let loose in the hotel room. (You’re not even sure they’re able to use that room anymore.)

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•Rock, paper, scissors to decide incredibly hard decisions.

•Like who’s going to pay for dinner that night—

•See, you may think it’s just some silly dispute! But. . .

•They would both rather die.

•So rock, paper, scissors!!!

•But on the topic of dinner, I hope you can cook! Because these two can’t.

•So, unless you want to be paying for dinner every night (or at least, everytime you lose rock-paper-scissors), you should probably cook or even learn how to cook to save some extra money.

•Especially since Gon and Killua seem to have bottomless stomachs.

•(Other instances that call for rock-paper-scissors are: deciding who carries all the bags if you guys go shopping, who has to take care of Killua when he gets pouty, who has to take care of Gon when he’s getting sleepy because he sleep walks and has punched anyone who has tried to lead him to bed, who calls Kurapika at 2am to say that you guys can’t make ramen, who calls Leorio at 3am because Kurapika didn’t tell you, and who has to do chores. Things like that!)

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•When it comes to physical affection, Gon doesn’t participate in it often but he’s certainly not opposed! The more you give it to him, the more he returns.

•(Careful not to get him addicted or smth tho, probably really fucking enjoys hugs.)

•Killua, on the other hand, needs time to get used to it. At first, he’s super embarrassed and’ll push you off a bunch, but once he gets used to it he’s completely unfazed and may even do it back(but not as much as Gon).

•So if you’re big on physical affection, then yeah you’re set here!

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•Teach Gon multiplication and division! Seriously, his level is just bad. You and Killua quite literally set aside times of the day to tutor Gon so he gets certain concepts a little better.

•Like math.

•If you aren’t very good with math or fast multiplication either (or division), then Killua is retiring your role as teacher and is making you a student.

•(It’s not bad that you and Gon don’t know, but Kurapika secretly asked Killua to teach you guys just for his own peace of mind.)

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•If you ask them to fix your hair or something, they’ll do it. Doesn’t even matter what hair type! Both probably like toying with your hair a little bit.

•Fear of Hisoka? Wow! Join the club.

•You may have to sit through a lot of their random squabbles, so be prepared to sit and hear them squawk for some time 😭

•The same way either one of the boys is able to focus and preform better when the other is there, when you’re there to back them up, they’re just as focused.

•Killua tends to downplay his injuries, so make sure to examine and attend to them yourself! Lord knows he won’t until his pride allows him to.

•Gon also is a little impulsive at time, so catch him if he starts to do anything too endangering, y’know? He means well, he just. . . is Gon <3

•In summary, Gon and Killua appreciate your addition to their friendship very much and they wouldn’t have it any other way :)

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a/n: bark bark i’m so bad at writing LMAO sorry for any mistakes!!

thanks for reading!

[you-did-well-moon]

Werewolf!Yunho meeting his mate

Type: Werewolf au, angst, fluff

Pairing: Werewolf!Yunho x HumanFemale!reader

Word count:  2,994

A/n: I know this took a long time, trust me, it felt like a long time for me too. With how I view Yunho, I expected this to be happier than it is. I was having a hard time while writing this, and it reflected on the story. Anyways please enjoy and stay safe!

TW: toxic relationship, financial struggle, deadlines, stressed reader, emotional and verbal pain, toxic masculinity, if I missed anything please tell me.

You sat at the foot of your bed, still not made, staring at the mirror resting against your dull colored wall with lifeless blank eyes. Your posture slouched as you finished tying the laces of your running shoes huffing and letting your arms flop to the ground. Looking at the mirror, you tried smiling, but it was meak and disappeared as soon as it appeared. 

You hadn’t smiled a real smile in so long, you forgot what it felt like. To smile. To be happy. The forgotten emotion was one you took for granted when it was easy to to bask in the warmth of it. Now it's just cold. Cold and empty. 

You looked away from the mirror with a tight feeling coiling in the base of your chest not being able to bear looking at the stranger staring back at you any longer. Your gaze fell to the laptop, abandoned, due to frustration on your desk in the forgotten corner of the room. The thought of unfinished drafts and incomplete sentences shook violently in your mind. Disappointment in yourself pooling in your gut remembering your editor’s words. 

“If you can’t give us at least a first draft by the end of the month, we’ll have to unfortunately let you and your novel go.”

How pathetic was it that you couldn’t even come up with a simple sentence. A description, dialogue, a metaphor. Nothing. Anytime you sat yourself in front of the desk, your mind went blank. The cursor blinking at the top of the page mocked you with the possibility of millions of words. Not one ever made its way onto the page.  

The end of the month was in two weeks. 

You felt tears of hopelessness stinging the corner of your eyes, and you abruptly stood up grabbing your wireless earbuds, phone, and bag. Making your way into the kitchen you grabbed the water in the fridge and placed it inside your back, nothing but a numb feeling alienating you from reality and its broken expectations. You heard the front door of your little apartment open and slam close shaking the thin walls of the building. 

Your heart lurched as you winced immediately feeling like you were walking on eggshells. You were usually quick enough to leave before he got home from work, but you had been a tad bit late this one time. You gripped the strap of your bag tightly hoping for it to ground you through whatever vile words came from the one person you should have been able to trust with your ugliest feelings. 

Trying to walk past your boyfriend, eyes trained on the chipped wood of the front door did no good when he kissed his teeth and huffed as soon as he caught sight of you.

“You’re never home when I get home from work, and the one time you are here, you run away not even saying hi to me? Not even a “hey honey how was work today” or maybe a “hi love what would you like for dinner?” and never a “you’ve worked hard would you like a massage?” It's the same shit every day. You treat me like nothing when I'm the reason you even have a roof over your head woman.”

You kept your mouth the whole time he rambled on trying to ignore the clear stench of beer being able to reach you even with all the distance separating you, and the feeling of disgust mixed with desperation pooling at the bottom of your gut at yourself for not speaking up for yourself. Opening your mouth instead of letting your voice be taken from you. A long time ago, you would always say you would rather die than be without your voice. In a sense, you had died a long time ago. 

Around three months after you had started dating. That had been two years ago. 

Your English degree really did you no good. Not having enough time to be an intern in college really screwed you over when no job would take a bright eyed girl with the same passion in her heart for writing as a Karen’s passion for business that wasn’t hers, but with no experience. Even if the apartment was under your name, you’d probably be kicked out in weeks time.

You hated all of it. Everything that made up both the small and big parts of your life, you hated it. You hated his greasy hair and beady eyes, the nasty rough stubble covering the lower part of his face as a result of his laziness. You hated the hesitation in leaving him because of the fear of the stack of bills piling up next to the fridge. You hated the editors who couldn’t find it in some part of their greedy selves to extend your deadline. You hated the empty drafts sitting in your laptop collecting what could only be dead dreams and despair. You hated the cold emptiness that was always present in the confines of your chest. 

You recoiled at the way he said “woman” the same way someone would talk about a bug. Small and insignificant. Patronizing and confident in the worst way. You set your mouth in a tight line not even being able to look at him. Shifting your feet, you crossed your arms and looked up to the sky as if calling out to some unknown being to get you out of this pathetic corner you were trapped in. You cursed under your breath looking at the dying flowers on the coffee table with distaste as they wilted towards you mocking you. 

“What was that?” His voice got rougher with the menacing edge of fanned masculinity and control. Something that could put you in a dangerous place in a very fast amount of time. You looked at him with dull eyes poking your cheek with your tongue as a cold feeling settled in your gut. 

Your hands fell limply to your side and you chuckled humorlessly. 

“Fuck you”.

Those two words were enough to set him off as you slowly blinked and looked at the ground feeling your heart falter when he abruptly got up. You tried to stand your ground, but the surge of confidence was quickly withering away with fear taking its place. 

Ethan was bigger than you. Even if he wasn’t that much taller than you, there was a noticeable difference in his frame and yours. Weirdly enough, you didn’t regret your curse at him. The words still burned brilliantly on the tip of your tongue. 

It was bittersweet of course. His nose flared, and his eyes bulged as he took large strides over to you knocking the coffee table over on his path to you.

“What did you say to me you-” his words were said through gritted teeth, brash and loud in the silent apartment.

 Maybe he was bigger and stronger than you, but you were faster.

You inhaled sharply reacting fast as your hand reached behind you, turning the knob and slipping around it slamming the door close. Your bag bumped against your back while you bolted to the door with the word “stairs” painted in big bold letters across it. You were already at the door when you heard your apartment door open and Ethan angrily called your name. Threatening to break your laptop if you didn’t go back right this instant. 

You couldn’t help but snicker at the weak attempt. It’s not like there were much but empty pages anyways. 

A heavy feeling soon settled on your chest as you went down the stairs. Your apartment was on the 4th floor, and the stairs weren’t the most taken care of, but it’s not like you had much of a choice anyways. It seemed these days you were always wanting to run away from something. 

Your heart felt a little lighter when the warm rays of sun met your skin and the fresh air outside flooded your senses. Your walk to the park went as usual. Cars racing to get where they needed to, people chattered about everything and nothing, and your thoughts wandered to a world far away from this one. 

A world that wasn’t as dark as this one. At the same time your mind became your executioner, it became your safe place. The sick contrast making a nasty feeling flood your chest.

You arrived at the park with a small smile. The normalcy of the day bringing a little comfort to your still racing heart. Kids ran around, laughter ringing in the air around them as their parents watched on benches gossiping among themselves. People raced fast either by foot, bicycle, or skateboard, a visible sheen on their necks. You looked for the kind old man who always looked after your bag while you ran. 

He owned a music store a few blocks away, and he always sat on the bench closest to the pond with his cute corgi and habitually feeding the ducks peas and lettuce leaves when finished  with a certain chapter of his book. You walked up to him with a small smile as he looked up and took the sight of you in with fatherly worry.  

“You look a little pale kid, everything alright?” 

You did your best to liven up and gave your best customer service smile which the older man immediately saw through.

“Of course Mr.Jung. Why wouldn’t it be? I’m just a little tired from the editors. They’re on my back more than usual”, you laughed nervously as he hummed in understanding.

“I hope that boy of yours isn’t giving you any problems. Hey kid, have you ever heard of the term “break up?” he looked so serious you had to compose your shocked face. 

You waved your hands rapidly “I promise Mr.Jung everything is fine there is...I...oh my” you took a shaky breath as he simply shrugged his shoulders and pet his smaller companion who was having a very serious stare down with a duck. 

You wiped your sweaty palms on your yoga pants while you looked around at the tacky named paths trying to decide which one to run today. 

“The Pupper Runner path looks particularly nice today,” he suggested. You looked at the path pursing your lips in thought. The path wasn’t one you ran frequently. Since it was one of the wider and flatter paths, there were more people such as families or people walking their dogs. You also didn’t like having run-ins with the cyclists who were grouchier around this time of day for some odd reason.

After contemplating it, you shrugged and decided why not. Getting run over by a ticking time bomb on wheels wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen today. With a small smile sent in Mr.Jungs way, you checked your shoe laces before starting out with a light jog making your way down the specific path.

There was nothing really different about today’s run than others. Just having to dodge the wheel demons and kids happily running ahead of their worried mothers. You were grateful for the distraction. It kept you from straying too far into your head. It was just you running. Running like you always did these days, your shoes slapping on the concrete path and Got7 blaring in your ears. 

The heat of the sun shone on your skin, but oddly you still felt cold. It was always cold these days. A light breeze fresh to your burning skin as desperate eyes caught yours, and you were once again bought out of your stupor. 

A small boy was kneeled down fingers clutching his untied shoelaces not far from his dad who was trying to calm a crying baby. You didn’t really have a strong adoration for kids, but his panicked pinched face compelled you to come to a slow stop in front of him. Your chest heaved as you bent down to his level sitting on your heels and wrapped your arms around your legs.

“Hey bud, you need some help there?”

The kid made a distraught sound as he nodded his face shaking his hair out of his eyes. He looked dumb founded as he stared at his shoe laces in search of answers they would never give.

“Mama said to make a bunny, but this looks more like my aunt Carol’s dog” he sadly told you.

You snorted reaching out gently to tie his laces with a double knot.

With a grin you looked up at him ruffling his hair and giving him a thumbs up which he happily returned with a toothy smile.

“It’s alright kid, you’ll eventually get it. Just keep trying yeah? Don’t settle or you might catch yourself tripping next time you go on a walk. You’ll get hurt. Wouldn’t want that would we”, you said, lips still stretched kindly upwards, but something in your words struck stingingly deep in your chest. 

As the kid nodded happily with a carefree laugh you were about to get up when you heard the air being split and a strained voice yelling “watch out!!”. 

You looked up, panicked, only to see a frisbee racing right in your direction with alarming speed. With the goal of protecting the small child, you quickly turned your body. Your shoes making a rough sound against the concrete as a startled light cry left the younger boy’s mouth.

With your hands ready, you easily caught the frisbee gasping at the shock of the situation. You quickly shook it off as you gripped the frisbee turning back to the child who profusely thanked you, his small hands shaking as they clutched onto the hem of your shirt. 

You simply smiled reassuringly tapping his shoe and ushering him back to his father who has begun to successfully calm the fussing baby down. 

With shaking knees you tried to get up only to wince and slightly waver at the sharp sting that hit your ankle area. You clenched your jaw feeling more than annoyed at the current situation in hand. 

You stood up grumbling under your breath as a tall figure jogged over to you. While he made his way toward you, your narrowed eyes met his wide, apologetic ones. 

You felt the world shift around you as a calming warmth shot through your body melding with the confusion and panic pooling in your gut, and his eyes widened impossibly as he stumbled managing to stabilize himself right in time in front of you. His figure standing just inches away from you as his hands trembled, and his lips slightly parted.

You got a slight whiff of cologne and mint, but more than anything, the weird feeling in your gut was making a way for the dreadful panic clouding around your heart. 

You felt warm. 

After feelings of feeling nothing but the hollow cold licking at your veins, there was a nice warmth settling in your chest. 

You were scared of it. 

With a heavy chest you slightly inched back left somewhat immobile due to the aching pain in your ankle. “What the hell?”, you immediately set off on questioning him leading him to shake his head frantically at you. 

“I’m so sorry, i really am.” He put his hand on his chest as if trying to prove his sincerity to you, but you breathlessly took a step back stunned by the intense feelings taking over your heart and mind. 

You tried shaking it off, but the warmth lingered. 

You weren’t sure you wanted it to go away. 

“There’s kids here”, you were so distracted by all the emotions circling your mind you couldn’t possibly put any effort into arguing with the young man. His lips parted to make way for his lips as he nodded his head in understanding. “I know, I'll be more careful next time. I promise.”

Somehow, you knew he was being truthful. You went to say something, possibly something dangerous, but you shook your head and waved your hand. 

You tried taking a step but lightly hissed at the sharp pain that shot from your ankle up your leg. The man instantly dove forward steadying you with a heavy hand between your shoulder blades, and the other hovering in worry near your collarbone. 

With wide eyes you looked at him as he realized his un-asked for touch and immediately went to back away. 

He couldn’t.  

Your hand was clutching the cloth of his shirt near his shoulder blades. Hands slowly uncurling, you smiled awkwardly, but he kept his hand where it was. At his touch, the warmth licking the insides of your body became all the more distracting. 

“Um, I don’t think you can go all the way back home like this”, he cleared his throat looking at you shily under his bangs. Flustered, you smiled at the ground before looking back up and timidly asking “I can't. Mind helping me out?”.

At your question he let out a beaming grin nodding eagerly. He went to stand in front of you, and he crouched down looking at you over his shoulder with soft brown eyes. You did a small jump, and were caught by his hands slightly gripping under your thighs. 

He gave a low chuckle that somehow was felt from where your chest was pressed up against his shoulder blades. “So...what’s your name?”. You let a light giggle escape, “Y/n, yours?”. You saw his jaw move with the syllables of your name whispering it to himself. 

“Yunho”, you smiled also sounding out the name on your own mouth. You gave a shuddering exhale, and you laid your head on his shoulder letting yourself really rest for what seemed like the first time in forever. 

That night you walked right past Ethan who was quick to begin yelling at you, and you tucked yourself under the safety of your blankets feeling the warmth still encasing your heart, so comforting and alive.  

[jesswritesthat]

hellooo can i request smth w nishinoya please 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 so he meets y/n in the park bc shes tryna learn how to skateboard for the first time and he sees her fall and is like OMGKDKSKSK ARE U OKAY (she is, she was wearing knee pads and shit) anyways so they become friends and hang out and then start dating and NOBODY on the team believes noya bagged a cutie bc she’s super smart and studious but she’s lowkey so chaotic and loves trying new things (hence her new years resolution to learn to skateboard am i basing this off me you’ll never know) and she’s always dragging him out to new places in miyagi, maybe they even catch trains to tokyo and stuff omg ANYWAYS she goes to another school but noya and tanaka have exams soon and noya’s like “my gf is super smart!! and organized! she’ll help!!!) and they acc meet her there and she’s super friendly and cracks jokes so noya and tanaka are like “this will be a BREEZE” but she does NOT fuck around w school so she flips a switch like “how do you NOT have a schedule for your exams??? omg how do you keep organized??” tanaka and noya: “👀👁👁 we don’t,,,” and she won’t slack off w noya just bc they’re dating KFKSKSKS. bonus points if she has a notion account bc i’m obsessed w organizing everything in my life w mine, it’s acc an issue. ofc no pressure bc this is SUPER long, headcannons or drabble is all up to you babes!! ❤️

A/N: Omgggg yes! I freaking love Nishinoya, this is a cute request I’m loving it. I hope your skateboarding is going well and OH WOW I wish I could be as organised as you. Gifted anon.

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Meeting and Studying with Nishinoya Yū Headcanons:

• Resolutions. This was it, you were going to stick to this one. Hence why you warily balanced on a skateboard about to plummet to your doom - it'll be fine...

• Until your board went scuttling across the pavement leaving you in it's dust, with no intention of returning, much to your aggravation.

"WOAH ARE YOU OKAY?! ARE YOU HURT - THAT WAS A TRIP AND A HALF! A-" It was probably the loudest voice you'd heard, with a blonde tuff hovering over you in seconds.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, please calm down!"

• With an apologetical smile, the boy pulled you to your feet, introducing himself as Nishinoya Yū. A contrastingly shyer tone than that previously, including the heat rising on his features.

"Sorry, I saw you fly and panicked, then I actually saw you and..."

"And...?" You parroted, brushing yourself and kneepads off with a lazy smile.

"And I thought you seemed nice, can't have a nice person getting hurt, right?"

• Now you’ve actually met, you start noticing each other a lot more since he trains on the court near the skatepark. Nishinoya will offer a greeting or wave as he passes, not being brave enough to imitate conversation yet but you both work up to that.

• Eventually you meet up after you’ve finished skateboarding and Volleyball respectively, or assist the other in their independent practices once you grow comfortable. He’ll hold you to balance on the board, in return you throw balls for him to receive/dig.

• The sparks of romantic connection are there and soon your hangouts begin to mirror dates, just without the classification. You’ll do things outside of the park, like getting food or venturing to some cool place one of you had heard of.

• It's an adventure everyday with him, you were known to explore the streets of Miyagi - you'd found all of the skateparks, dropped into Ukais' store every so often much to his 'annoyance' and even got yourselves train passes.

• His team honestly do not believe him, even if the lovestruck grin he wears whenever he speaks of you is eerily convincing.

Asahi give him the benefit of the doubt, hence why he and Tanaka are the first to see a picture of you. Hinata also trusts in his Senpai, and Ukai begrudgingly confirms your existence having met you.

• Ōsaka? Been there. Yokohama? The dock has an amazing view. Tokyo? Some of the best Cafés in Japan. You could tell he had a sense of adventure, and you doubted Japan would keep him for long.

• It wasn't unusual for Nishinoya to come in with weird snacks or mementos for the team.

"Eh? Noya, where'd you get this?" Tanaka questions his bright friend, the item foreign of Miyagi garnering his attention.

"(Y/n) and I went to Tokyo the other day!"

"Without me?!" It seems you had a self-proclaimed Third Wheel™ on your hands now. You didn’t mind, his friends were pretty amazing.

• They first properly hear/met you when Karasuno are planning for exams, and Tanaka, Nishinoya, Kageyama and Hinata are the main concerns due their lack of academic prowess - Noya is a sparkling ray of sunshine though.

"We got this Ryuu! My partner is super smart, and can help us study!"

"Have I ever told you how glad I am that you met (Y/n)?"

• Nishinoya calls you in the midst of chaos, voice all too happy to hear yours with the echoes of Karasuno muttering greeting in the background.

"Hey gorgeous! Think you could help Tanaka and I study? I'll buy your favourite foods as a thank you!"

"Yeah, it'll be useful for me too."

"(Y/N)-CHAN SAID YES!"

An array of cheers swarmed the phone causing you to wince, it's not like you were getting married but clearly the grades of these two were a problem.

• Nevertheless, the pair rocked up to your house with more snacks than study material - a twitch of your eye sent to them in disbelief. It only gets worse when you set up and ask about their preparations.

• "You... you don't have an exam schedule?"

"Nope~" They're far to gleeful about it and it's setting you on edge, honestly your heart is spasming at how uncoordinated they are. With no worries about it.

"Then how do you stay organised?"

A moment of silence passes, the two noting the pensive shift in atmosphere and meet your unnerved gaze with blank stares.

"...We don't...?"

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.

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• The slam of your head hitting the desk made them jump, a pained groan escaping as you took a much needed deep breath. This is gonna be tough.

• Nishinoya is quick-thinking, so he innocently leans in to kiss you as a distraction and a reward once you get on with the study session. Only, you whip out of the way so fast, the boy nearly face-plants the floor.

"(Y-y/n)?! What the heck was that for?" He’s pouting at you, puppy eyes sent your way as he catches himself whilst you simply sigh.

"No kisses until we're done studying."

"None? Like at all?! How am I gonna survive?"

"HAHA you got rejected SO HARD!" Tanakas laughter echoes around the room, the Spikers hand slapping your table in amusement.

"I don't recall you finishing your page either Tanaka-san." An expectant brow is raised his direction, a quick awkward cough sputtering from him with Nishinoya issuing a subtle smug smirk.

"...no, I'm - uh, I'm doing it..."

• You’ve set them up Notion accounts to keep themselves in check whilst you’re not around because honestly, you lacked the trust they’d do it themselves. They’re grateful though, hence the array of snacks/flowers (and screenshots of their revision) you received.

• Boys ACE their exams and come bombing into you after school thanking you and praising your organisation skills like a shrine. Then Yū catches you off guard with an excited kiss to your lips.

"You owe me~"

Yeah he's kinda right, and how could you deny?

• The whole Volleyball team is apparently really proud. Daichi politely requests if you could help Hinata and Kageyama too - but Yū swoops in promising to spare them. Or keep you to himself. It’s undecided...

• Either way, he’s all too glad to treat you to a trip to Tokyo - having found this cool Cat Café or skatepark online, the choice is yours. It’s his personal way of saying thank you for just being you.

Of course, Tanaka saw one of the pictures you posted and proceeded to text.

[ Without me?! 😫]

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[violetwolfraven]

Willie Headcanons

So I actually came up with this like a month ago and forgot to post it. Anyway enjoy my headcanons about our favorite sk8er boi. Be ready for feels.

Tw: death, car accident mention, emotional manipulation.

...

In my mind, Willie had a good relationship with his parents. They were supportive and everything. They both loved Willie very much.

And Willie has youngest child energy so I’m saying he has a sister who’s 2 years older and a brother who’s 5 years older. Their names are Delilah and Austin.

AND ALL THREE OF THEM ARE ADRENALINE JUNKIES.

Seriously imagine the worst possible combination of head empty only skateboarding and you’ve got Willie, Delilah, and Austin.

Austin started skating when he was 7 and got Delilah hooked on it a year later.

Their parents kinda didn’t like the idea of it but those two had already started teaching Willie basic stuff by the time he was 3.

But... the other two had other interests. Delilah was into art (painting) and Austin played piano (like, really well).

For Willie, skateboarding was his thing. And it always was.

He had fun with it when his big brother would put his hands on his and teach him to play a bit, or his sister would give him some paint and a spare canvas and they’d doodle together, but it wasn’t like skating.

As far as I’ve seen (which admittedly isn’t that far) it’s widely accepted that Willie has ADHD so I’m leaning into that here.

And Willie inherited his brain from his dad, who had a bad experience with meds and so wouldn’t let any of his kids go through it.

So Willie grew up unmedicated but probably better off for the time period. His dad taught him coping mechanisms. Him and Austin. Delilah didn’t inherit it but she was taught to empathize with her brothers and recognize when they needed her help with something.

She’s a badass who can and does beat up anybody who’s mean to her brothers for missing social cues.

But anyway while Austin had piano (and skating as a side thing) Willie got even more hooked on skateboarding than either of his siblings because his brain latched onto it from a young age and couldn’t let go.

We all have our outlets. The chaos in our brains has to go somewhere. For Willie it goes into skating.

When he’s young he and his siblings will skateboard to school and then after school they’ll skate all around Hollywood for hours.

They do their homework in random McDonalds and Denny’s and tbh become local cryptid customers. Like they’re just these 3 super friendly skater siblings who tip really well and visit every fast food place within a 20 mile radius of their house with varying frequency.

They also find e v e r y skatepark, empty pool, and vacant lot in that 20 mile radius that they can possibly find.

Their parents have to bail them out of jail for trespassing and the occasional vandalism every so often.

Sometimes one of them has stuff to do and it’s just two of them out skating but if two of them are busy the other one never goes out alone cause it’s dangerous. We’ll get back to that later.

So anyway when they’re 17, 14, and 12, Delilah comes out as a lesbian.

And the family is supportive of course because they’re a good family.

But her coming out gets Willie thinking. About how some of his friends have crushes on girls but he just... doesn’t see the appeal.

Like he has a couple friends who are girls and they’re great and he likes hanging out with them at recess but he doesn’t get the hype. They’re just more friends. So he doesn’t really see what his big sister is so interested in either.

In my mind Willie actually is from around the same time as the boys (dying in like 1999) so one day while nobody else in their house is home he and Delilah are watching Star Wars: Return of the Jedi and Willie’s again wondering why people think Leia is so hot cause she’s cool and all but Luke is right there and he looks really good and—

Willie: I think I might be gay.

Delilah: Yeah I know.

They talk about it and Willie does decide to tell the rest of the family but he’s a bit wary about anyone else because he saw how some of Delilah’s friends turned on her after she came out. He doesn’t want that to happen to him.

He does end up telling a few of his friends but he doesn’t quite not care what people think of him the way his big sister does.

Austin is the only straight one and he’s like. So awkward about it but in a sweet way.

Austin: So, Britney Spears is hot, right?

Delilah: Stop.

And

Austin: So I saw you hanging around Chris the other day are you two..?

Willie: ...no...???

Austin: Cool, yeah I didn’t think so. Just had to make sure. Not that I’m doubting your ability to get boys but I’d have to shovel talk him if you were.

Willie: If I ever do get a boyfriend, please don’t.

He tries. He’s a himbo if that wasn’t clear. Where did you think Willie learned it?

So anyway fast forward a couple years and they’re 22, 19, and 17. Austin and Delilah are both in college and Willie’s the last one left at home and things between their parents start getting... tense.

Like they don’t fight exactly but they’ve fallen out of love and things are awkward.

Even Austin and Delilah can tell and they’re only home on breaks and some weekends but for Willie it’s right there and he’s watching it happen. He has no option but to see.

They used to have a rule that they don’t go skating alone because it’s dangerous but Willie just can’t make himself stay home so he goes out skateboarding.

At first it’s never too far from home or anywhere where there’s too much traffic but as things get increasingly awkward at home he goes out farther and farther, chasing the adrenaline high he used to get from going anywhere and everywhere every day after school with his siblings.

Then his parents officially tell him they’re getting divorced and

And it’s not like he couldn’t see it coming, but... it still hurts.

And neither of his siblings are coming home any time soon so

So he goes out skating on his own, way too far from home. He keeps going until he doesn’t even know where he is anymore.

He isn’t really paying attention the way he should but that’s not why he runs into trouble.

The driver of that red pickup is drunk and he rounds the corner out of nowhere.

If Delilah or Austin had been there they could have yelled for Willie to jump out of the way, or maybe up on the hood so the impact wouldn’t be as bad, but he’s alone.

So he gets hit, and the car was going fast enough that he’s dead before he even hits the pavement.

After that there’s a lot of confusion but once Willie figures out he’s a ghost... it’s too painful to think about going home, so he just... doesn’t.

He doesn’t want to see his family mourning him, so he just distracts himself, skating everywhere he couldn’t before without getting busted.

Plus some old routes where he used to go with Delilah and Austin, just for something that’s familiar but not too familiar.

He’s on one of those more familiar routes a few weeks after his death when he’s skating down Sunset Boulevard one night, singing along to Toxic by Britney Spears blasting from a nearby club and a man dressed in a purple suit comments on how he’s got a good voice.

Honestly Willie is just so relieved to have someone to talk to that he forgets about stranger danger completely.

Plus he recognizes an Elder Gay in Caleb and assumes he can trust him because the Elder Gays he met at pride that one time he went with Delilah were so nice and understanding of how reassuring it was to see queer people of older generations who got a happy ending.

Caleb barely even has to try. He just lets this 17-year-old obviously-queer ghost rant at him for a few minutes, asks a few questions and finds out that he also can play piano, and convinces him to come to the Hollywood Ghost Club the next night.

From there it’s not like Willie has anyone to save him so of course he has to join the club.

At first he’s completely alone because the other performers scare him almost as much as Caleb does.

Then slowly, he sees how they give him space because they know he’s scared of them. How they turn a blind eye when he leaves the club without permission. How they don’t critique his mistakes with the same sarcasm they show each other.

Willie starts to realize that the other performers are doing their best to look out for him, and he starts being less afraid.

They’re all too concerned with their own survival to really protect him but if they draw some attention to themselves occasionally so Caleb doesn’t notice Willie being slow to pick up some tricky choreography, that’s not too risky.

The others are all like 21 at the youngest and they really don’t appreciate Caleb tricking a literal child into working for him no matter how talented said child is. (Cause Willie is good at singing and piano. It’s just not his passion.)

The twins are 22 but they died in 1925 and before that they were performing to support a younger brother who they never got to say goodbye to so maybe they see Willie as a kind of second chance.

Lyssa (what I decided to name drummer woman because I don’t know her real name if she has one) is 25 and she died in 1984. She had a daughter who’d be about Willie’s age now and... who knows? Maybe they were friends.

Fuego is 24 and from 1951 and he had a childhood best friend who enlisted and died in WWII that he thought he might get to see when he died but that boy moved on and so... well, Willie’s just a little younger than his friend was the last time he saw him.

In short Willie becomes everyone’s baby brother and they do what they can to look out for him even if they’re just as scared of Caleb as he is.

And the better adjusted Willie gets to (after)life at the HGC and the better they get to know him, the guiltier the others start to feel about him being stuck there.

Eventually a combination of guilt and worked-up courage leads Fuego tells him about the whole unfinished business thing, in hopes maybe he can figure his out and get away from Caleb.

It doesn’t take Willie long to think of his family, how hopeless he felt about the divorce, how worried he was it would change everything and then how scared he was to see his family in pain because of his death.

He realizes his unfinished business is probably seeing them. Letting himself say goodbye.

He almost gets away with it.

Caleb catches up and stops him in the driveway of his house and poofs them back to the HGC.

He convinces (gaslights) Willie into believing that saying goodbye was never his unfinished business and even if it was it’s not like it would matter because Caleb wouldn’t let him do it.

The next morning he ships the HGC out to Tokyo. They stay on the move for a long time and when they are in town, Willie is basically locked in his room.

The next time he’s allowed out in Hollywood, his parents don’t live in their old house anymore and he has no way to find them.

As a coping mechanism, he just starts making the best of a bad situation. Becoming better friends with the other ghosts. Helping soften the blow whenever someone new comes along.

None of that means he stops checking the faces of passing skaters or keeping eyes on restaurants his folks used to like, but it does mean he more or less gives up hope.

That’s what he’s doing when he bumps into Alex.

Look, Willie loves his friends at the HGC. He really does. But there’s a big difference between 17 and 20-something. Like the others will drink alcohol some nights and technically Willie was born over 21 years ago but he still feels weird enough about it that he doesn’t drink.

He hasn’t talked to anyone his age in a long time so Alex is a breath of fresh air.

Also he’s like. Really cute. And sweet. And funny. And shit, Willie’s fallen for him before he even has time to think about it.

He keeps thinking about how Alex doesn’t seem like he’d be physically capable of hurting someone on purpose so Austin would approve and every once in a while there’s that sarcasm that pops out which means he’d get along great with Delilah.

In general Alex is the kind of guy he would’ve loved to take home to meet the family. Them not included, he’s kind of... everything Willie’s missed about Hollywood in the form of one person.

Then they hang out more and Alex is still everything he’s missed but he’s also so much more than that and...

It almost feels like a part of Alex is still alive. And for the first time in years, a part of Willie feels alive, too.

They’ve known each other for like a week tops and Willie is already in love.

Not that he’s admitting that to anyone, because he’s learned the hard way that anyone you care about can be used against you.

Still... when Alex asks for help getting revenge on Bobby, he can’t bring himself to say no because he needs to keep Alex in his (after)life and the only way he knows how to do that (or to make people be nice to him in general) is to be as useful as possible.

That turns out to be a big mistake, because Caleb sees right through him in an instant, targets Alex to confirm it, then immediately starts the process to trick the boys into committing to eternity at the HGC.

Willie feels like an idiot for thinking he could actually get away with it. Doing something good for someone he cares about.

He hadn’t thought Caleb would be interested in them because he’d never actually heard them play. The assumption was that he’d make them do some small favor and then let them talk to their bandmate for 5 minutes. A clean deal where they never have to commit to anything. Willie forgot to take magic into account.

He almost manages to convince himself it was all a bad dream, but when he seeks out Alex and his friends to check on them, he can almost feel the jolts himself, and seeing Alexthem in pain feels terrible.

Willie knows that theoretically they could figure out their unfinished business and cross over, but that all depends on finding it and doing it fast enough and if they failed...

People you care about can be used against you. And Willie does not want to be used against Alex again. He doesn’t want to see Alex used against him.

So he keeps his distance, in hopes Caleb will think he lost interest. He’s pretty sure once the boys find out about the stamp they’ll hate him, anyway.

And plus, as he’s been taught by his friends at the HGC, you have to look out for yourself because no one else will do it for you. Maybe you hurt somebody by not standing up for them, but you can apologize later and hope they forgive you. You can’t apologize if you’re gone, and it’s not like it would make a difference anyway because Caleb is too powerful for anyone to beat.

The thought of how spending eternity with Alex might not be so bad even if it has to be at the HGC does come up, but ironically that’s what makes Willie decide to screw his courage to the sticking point and tell them.

Because he has seen what decades at the club has done to his friends.

They’re all great performers, and they perform happiness well even to each other, but Willie knows them enough to know how tired they all are. How they have been doing the same thing over and over again for decades and they are sick of it.

They’re young, talented tragedies lost to drug overdoses, or AIDS, or accidents, or suicide, and they should’ve gotten to rest after everything they went through in their lives. Instead, they got a curse disguised as a blessing. They got to stay on a stage, got to keep performing and soaking up applause, never got to stop.

Willie has been there a shorter time than most of them and he feels it. The exhaustion, because ghosts are supposed to haunt for a few years then figure out their unfinished business and move on. They’re not meant to be trapped for decades, used as party tricks.

A part of Alex still feels alive and being trapped in the Hollywood Ghost Club for years on end would kill that part of him.

Willie can’t let that happen, so as hard as it is...

He tells the boys what’s wrong with them. And by that hurt, betrayed look in Alex’s eyes, he’s honestly expecting him to never forgive him.

But then Alex does. And that almost hurts worse because whether he figures out his unfinished business or not, Willie doubts he’s ever going to see him again.

He honest to God almost cries when Alex hugs him because... shit, he hasn’t gotten a hug since he was breathing.

He goes back to the HGC and tries to go about his day, and keeps replaying how good it felt to have Alex’s arms around him, hoping that memory will get him through the next few decades on his own.

The ghosts at the club do actually gossip a fair amount and by this point all of them know about the 3 dead members of Sunset Curve.

So when Willie admits to Helen (what I’m calling one of the twins) that Alex hugging him was the first time he’d gotten a hug since he died, she hugs him tight for a good 20 seconds, telling him she’s sorry he has to lose him, and if Willie closes his eyes he can almost pretend it’s Delilah.

The next thing he knows, he’s locked in a closet.

Caleb comes to talk to (intimidate) him a few hours later, saying he knows what Willie did.

He’s magically locked in his room alone for a couple weeks after that and it’s essentially psychological torture.

Helen, Anna (what I decided to call the other twin), Dante, Fuego, Lyssa, and everyone else tell him not to test Caleb for the next couple years, but Willie has a heart full of love and a head full of fuck it, so he doesn’t listen.

He gives it exactly one day of being/acting scared and obedient, then goes out without permission again, fully intending to scream in a museum alone to let out all his feelings.

Remember: Willie didn’t see the Orpheum performance. He doesn’t know the boys didn’t cross over but by Caleb’s mood he has a feeling the outcome of that scenario was not in the magician’s favor.

He gets there and it’s literally this comic by the very talented @williessweatycherrysocks

He can’t stay long but he and Alex scream in each other’s faces, talk a bit, maybe sing a duet.

After that, they sneak to see each other when they can but don’t get to see much of each other for months.

It’s hard on both of them but they don’t give up on their relationship.

Through long and complicated events which I will outline later, Willie eventually gets free of the HGC, hugs his friends goodbye already making plans to take down Caleb for good to free them, too, and promptly declines an offer to stay in the Molinas’ garage.

As much as he wants to be close to Alex he’s done being confined to one place.

He still comes and visits like every day tho.

He knows a lot more about ghosting than the other boys do so he and Carlos get along amazingly like:

Carlos: So do you know who Jack the Ripper was?

Willie: No? How old do you think I am?

Carlos: I dunno but I thought it might be Caleb cause that would explain how he never got caught.

Willie, taking notes in his Things To Potentially Use To Take Caleb Down notebook: You’re a tiny genius.

No one was expecting it but everyone is in awe of how well he and Carrie get along. Between the two of them they know so much celebrity gossip. (and it’s definitely a good thing he’s on good terms with her cause she and Alex are close)

On the angsty side, Willie also bonds with Nick over how they both know how it feels to be manipulated and used by Caleb.

Also it takes a long time before he’s able to trust him, but he does get adopted into the Molina clan by Ray.

Ray reminds him a lot of his own dad, once Willie’s able to see that he’s nothing like Caleb.

Ray’s honestly just 100% happy to Dad™️ anyone who needs a dad so it works out great once Julie and the boys figure out how to make Willie visible.

But anyway back to important stuff.

Now that they don’t have to hide for any reason, Willie and Alex can both breathe a little easier. Or... they both feel better. Ghosts don’t really breathe.

Willie can finally let himself get used to feeling alive again.

The whole ghost gang goes (invisibly) to the Los Feliz Homecoming dance and maybe it should make him feel a little on-edge with the kind of club-like environment but...

He’s got Alex there, and they’re dancing to some corny pop love song from the 90s that Flynn probably put on because she knew the ghost boys would be there so how could he feel anything but safe?

For a minute it almost feels like actually being alive and there’s yellow and pink and blue lights coming from everywhere reflecting in Alex’s eyes and Willie is suddenly very aware of the fact that though they’ve been together for a long time now, they haven’t had their first kiss.

Then the Cha Cha Slide starts up and the atmosphere switches and Willie totally forgets about the whole romantic tension thing because it’s the Cha Cha Slide everybody has to dance along.

Dirty Candi performs towards the end of the night and the ghost boys cheer the loudest despite how Julie’s laughing at them. They don’t care that Carrie can’t even hear them, they’re being supportive!!!

Everybody screams even louder when Flynn runs up on stage and kisses Carrie and Willie feels a big burst of affection at how Alex shouts ABOUT TIME!

Then he gives Willie a quick hug and leaves cause he and the rest of Julie and the Phantoms have to go get set up for their performance.

Since Alex was able to flip Carrie’s hair in All Eyes on Me I’m saying that ghosts can touch lifers if they focus and believe it will happen hard enough, so the ghost gang has developed a system for alerting their non-Julie lifer friends to their presence.

So while they’re waiting in the crowd Willie taps Carrie on the shoulder like: • - - one short tap, two long taps, a Morse code ‘W’ and Carrie lets Flynn know that he’s there.

(Nick can see him too but Nick’s off somewhere with his date {one of his lacrosse teammates you know the one})

Anyway so Julie goes out and starts up the song and then the rest of the band poofs in but

Something’s unusual.

Cause it’s not Luke on the lower main vocals.

It’s

Alex

Singing while he plays the drums and fucking killing it.

Willie totally bluescreens for a second but then when he actually focuses on the lyrics...

It’s a new song about beating the odds and being with the person you love in spite of the challenges that come with them.

And yeah there are Julie elements in there, (and she’s definitely making heart eyes at Luke even as he sticks to backup vocals) because of course there are since she has to start the song up, but

But Willie might not have any formal music training, but he was at the HGC long enough to know his stuff about music and recognize different artists’ styles.

And there’s a time signature switch on the bridge that’s a little off from how Luke would write it. There’s a swing to the melody that’s a bit more ‘pop’ than the band’s usual songs. Julie’s harmony doesn’t go as high as it normally would, as if whoever wrote the song didn’t have as high of an upper range to work with as she does.

The song is so unmistakably Alex that no one else could have written it.

Flynn and Carrie are quietly making smug comments on what they bet his face looks like right now but Willie’s not listening to them.

On the last chorus, Alex fucking winks at him right before poofing out.

Willie has whiplash like how did they go from him having to psych Alex up to break into a museum even when there’s zero chance of getting caught to Alex openly flirting with him from the stage?

He poofs backstage right as the boys get back from dropping their instruments back in the Molinas’ garage and he honestly doesn’t know what he even wants to say to convey how amazing that performance was.

Then Alex just smiles at him.

Alex: So I take it you liked the song?

Willie: Can I kiss you right now?

They both kinda freeze after he blurts that out and Reggie goes wow really quietly before he and Luke poof out to give them some privacy and whoops now they’re both flustered but

Alex: Wow, didn’t expect that. That’s... um, wow. But yeah.

They kiss and it’s a total romcom moment.

And the story’s far from over, but to Willie this definitely feels like happily ever after.

[phantom-curve]

happy second birthday!! for the prompt list, how about number 8 and willex? au can be totally up to you!

Thank you! This one got away from me a bit, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it!! Set in the gimme a chance AU, from before that fic starts, I give you flustered, protective Alex, hot for his boyfriend Willie, and some extra brown-haired himbos thrown in for fun.

#8: shielding the other one with their body (Rated T for language)

When Willie received the text from Alex inviting him to come watch his band practice, he thought it would be a nice, lowkey way of meeting the other boys that made up Alex’s family. They’d been dating for a few months now, ever since he had accidentally run Alex over while skateboarding down Hollywood Boulevard (not his finest moment, but hey, he got the guy in the end, right?), and he had heard plenty of stories about Luke and Reggie and the various shenanigans that they got up to on a near constant basis. Alex always tried to sound annoyed when he talked about his best friends and their ridiculous antics, but there was an undercurrent of true affection that underscored all his stories and told Willie how much he truly cared for them. He had been itching to meet them for a while now, but if there was one thing he had learned early on about Alex, it was that the drummer needed things to happen on his own timeline and not a moment sooner. Willie didn’t fully understand the need for a strict schedule and complete understanding of every situation, but if it made Alex happy, it made him happy. He was more than willing to go with whatever flow Alex directed.

What he was not expecting was to walk into a veritable war zone upon entering the studio the band rented out for practice.

Instruments were scattered about the space as if they had been dropped exactly where each boy had originally been standing, no regard for the guitar stands spaced out along the wall. One of the hi-hats on Alex’s drum set was overturned, the small stool he sat on to play shoved far away from the set, like Alex had stood in a hurry and not bothered to roll it back into place. There was a suspicious puddle near an open doorway at the back of the space. Not a single one of the Sunset Curve boys was inside. Willie entered cautiously, resetting Alex’s stool and righting the hi-hat. Loud yells sounded from outside, and slowly Willie made his way to the open door.

There was a small fenced in yard behind the studio, a few bicycles stacked and locked together along the outside wall. And, spread out across the yard, three 18-year-old boys with water guns pointed at each other, their hair and clothes absolutely soaked. The two brunettes were laughing, happy smiles stretched across their faces as they sprayed Willie’s boyfriend in a joint attack.

“You guys are such fucking children!” Alex was screeching, hands over his head in a pitiful attempt at shielding himself. “I told you Willie was coming by today; can’t you be normal for once?!”

“Awh, c’mon Lex!” The guy in a cut-off muscle tee lowered his water gun, grinning as he moved forward to shake his head like a dog, flinging water droplets in a wide arc. “It’s way too fuckin hot to play today. Live a little!”

Alex looked up as the other boy in a black tank top also lowered his weapon. Glaring, he whipped off his soggy light pink hoodie and threw it in the direction of the other two, smacking the first one right across the face with a loud, wet slap.

Willie’s mouth went dry. Alex was wearing a pale blue t-shirt, and the water from their fight had clearly soaked all the way through his hoodie. The light material clung to his chest and arms like it was painted on, the sight more beautiful than anything Willie had ever seen before. With his blonde hair flopping over his face, muscles glistening in the afternoon sun, Alex looked like an angel that had just emerged from the sea. Willie let himself appreciate the sight for a long moment before clearing his throat.

“Don’t stop on my account, Hotdog. Looks like you needed to cool off a bit.”

He grinned, loving the flustered way Alex suddenly stood fully at attention, running his hands through his wet hair and blessing Willie with a small peek at his toned stomach as his shirt rode up just a bit.

“Willie! Hi!”

The other two boys let out a chorus of oooooh Willie! in the background, but Willie couldn’t find it in him to focus on anything other than the sight of his boyfriend approaching, lips stretched into a cute little nervous smile. If he had known Alex would look this good all wet and ruffled, he would have dragged his butt to the beach long before now.

“I swear, I told them to be on their best behavior today, but it’s like talking to a brick wall sometimes.”

“Trust me, I do not mind.”

Willie let his gaze move slowly from the top of Alex’s head down and back up again, laughing softly as he watched Alex’s cheeks turn pink. Alex opened his mouth to say something, but then, almost as if he had a second sense for mischief, he was flinging himself in front of Willie, nearly slamming them both to the ground as he whipped his head around.

“No! Willie is off limits!!”

The warning was useless, cold water splashing along Alex’s back and splattering across Willie’s face and arms. The other two boys let out a howl of laughter, approaching fast and furious and unleashing a deluge of water that Alex’s body did absolutely nothing to shield Willie from. Alex sputtered and coughed against the water hitting his face until Willie finally reached up to tuck his boyfriend’s head into his neck, hiding his own face in the top of Alex’s wet hair. He shook with laughter, unable to be mad even as Alex growled into his neck, muttering curses against the other boys all the while. After another minute or two of unrelenting downpour, the water slowed to a trickle. Alex seemed to know what that meant before Willie did, unwrapping himself and turning around to face his bandmates.

“You are so dead.”

The brown-haired boys exchanged a look of panic, their water guns run dry while Alex still gripped one that Willie just now realized had a full tank. With a scream they dashed away, Alex sprinting after them and cornering them against the fence so he could hose them down without mercy. Willie hooted and hollered, egging him on, because it he thought soaking wet Alex was hot, soaking wet Alex as an avenging angel was even hotter. Willie bit his lip, enjoying the view for the short time that it took for Alex to empty out the tank on his water gun. When his ammo supply finally ran dry, he returned to Willie’s side, the other boys following close behind, all three of them laughing and shoving each other playfully. Alex slipped his hand into Willie’s, blushing again when Willie reached up to place a kiss on his cheek.

“My hero.”

Alex rolled his eyes, but the smile playing at the edge of his lips told Willie he liked the title. Willie reached a hand out to the other boys.

“Nice to meet you guys, I’m Willie.”

“Hey man, good to meet you,” the one in the cut off spoke first, bounding forward to grasp Willie’s hand. “Alex talks about you literally all the time. I’m Luke.”

Luke ducked away from Alex’s hand as he reached over to slap him, laughing manically. The other boy stepped forward, shaking Willie’s hand with unrestrained enthusiasm.

“I’m Reggie! Luke’s right, Alex does talk about you a lot. All good things though! It’s awesome to finally meet you!”

“Likewise.” Willie grinned, knocking his shoulder against Alex’s as the blonde slapped a hand over his face.

“Okay, okay, yes I talk about you a lot. Freakin sue me.”

“I think it’s cute. I talk about you a lot too, ya know,” Willie murmured, delighting in the pink that stained Alex’s cheeks yet again. Man, he would never get tired of that reaction.

“Oh yeah? Who are you gossiping about me to, pretty boy?”

Willie felt his own cheeks burn at the nickname, leaning in closer so his nose was nearly touching Alex’s.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Okay, as cute as all this lovestruck shit is, these jeans are not the most comfortable when they’re wet,” Luke’s voice broke the moment, and Willie coughed slightly to cover up his laugh as Alex let out an embarrassed squeak. “Let’s pack it up and go back to the apartment for dry clothes and then we can go get tacos!”

“Oooo tacos! Yes!! Luke, is that one guy selling over by the bar today do you think? His eloté is the best!”

Reggie was practically bouncing, bopping behind Luke as the other boy made his way into the studio and began to clean up the mess left from what Willie guessed was the beginning of their impromptu water fight. Willie slipped his hand into Alex’s letting himself be tugged along as his boyfriend unlocked the stack of bikes.

“I like your friends.”

Alex glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, smiling softly through the hair that flopped in front of his face. Willie moved it away, letting his hand linger behind the other boy’s ear for just a moment.

“They’re alright I guess.”

But the fondness in his tone told Willie they were more than alright. They were Alex’s family, and the love between them was genuine and ran deep. Willie grabbed his skateboard from the spot he had left it next to the bikes, tucking it under his arm as Reggie and Luke reappeared from the studio, guitars safely stowed in cases strapped to their backs. Reggie was still talking a mile a minute as Luke turned to lock the back door.

“-and then we should have a Star Wars marathon. Wait!”

Reggie turned to Willie with a serious expression that looked frighteningly out of place on his freckled face. Willie gulped slightly, sure this would be the point where Alex’s brothers would start their interrogation to make sure he was actually deserving of their best friend.

“Did you call Alex ‘Hotdog’ earlier?”

Willie relaxed, laughing loudly as Alex threw his hands up.

“God, you tell a guy about the worst food poisoning of your life one time and you’re stuck with a horrible nickname for the rest of forever,” Alex grumbled.

Luke and Reggie began laughing alongside Willie, who took advantage of Alex’s grumpiness to sneak another kiss on his cheek, lacing their hands together as the group began walking down the street back towards the Sunset Curve apartment, rolling their bikes alongside them.

Willie didn’t say it out loud, but he was pretty sure that was the moment he realized he was gonna love Alex for the rest of his life.

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The ABCs of Shaw (MLQC Headcanon - NSFW)

Dearest Nonny,

Thank you so very much for your lovely comments!  💕 And I'm SO GLAD you asked for Shaw’s dirty alphabet because god knows my thirsty ass can’t think of anything else 🤣  Take care of yourself as well and hope you enjoy the read!

Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language - reader discretion is advised.  Specific spoilers noted in the appropriate section(s) below.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Surprisingly sweet and tender.  Shaw is actually a bit of a teddy bear once he's decided to let you in his life

Sex is very passionate with him: often hard and fast, at times desperate and rough — the two of you will typically come down from the high of release with your foreheads pressed together, feverish bodies cooling as you both gasp for much needed air in between deep kisses, punctuated by the occasional chuckle at the fact that neither of you can keep your hands off one another

A marathon cuddler: his lithe yet strong arms will wrap tightly around you, as if the strength of his emotions could be conveyed through his embrace alone

Chatty Cathy: Shaw actually loves to talk after sex.  Topics could range from something as mundane as what to eat for dinner to contemplating the meaning of life.  He’s a great conversationalist (partly because he’s got such a wide range of interests).

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Shaw loves his cock.  It’s huge — long and thick.  He also loves the way you respond to it: immediately on your knees with your mouth wide open 🤣

He loves your eyes.  He loves how expressive they are.  He loves their honesty - the way you can never truly hide what you’re feeling.  And when they crinkle at their corners when you smile?  That’s the best thing in the world, as far as Shaw is concerned

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Loves to pull out just enough to cum on the folds of your pussy.  Will then proceed to use the head of his cock to slowly smear it along the length of your slit, still trembling in ecstasy

Sk8ter Boi is instantly hard again if you dip a finger in it and bring it to your mouth (tbh though, his refractory period is pretty much nonexistent)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - ***SPOILERS***

He’s in love with his brother’s girl

Loves the smell of your pussy on his hands

If he could, he would never wash them after fingering you

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Don’t judge a book by its cover: despite his youth, his sex game is strong

Not only is he experienced, he is also adventurous and up for experimentation (grad students need to conduct research after all 🤣)

F = Favourite Position

Pressed up against a wall: because 85.72% of the time, this man can’t wait until he’s in a bedroom

Neither will you, to be honest, especially if Shaw’s engaging in one of the following activities: playing bass guitar, cruising effortlessly on his skateboard, speaking oh-so-eloquently about his archeological research and studies, blinking, breathing, etc.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Post-coital giggles and a few seductive chuckles leading up to intercourse, but Shaw is nothing but serious when he’s actually making love to you

Sex is raw and intense

At times, it actually feels spiritual: identities merge and unseen wounds are healed

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Your man is nicely trimmed and neatly groomed

And no, the carpet is not lavender as well 🤣

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very intimate and romantic — Shaw is actually quite the sensitive soul.  This is true even when the sex is rough and fast, such as when he’s banging you to within an inch of your life beneath an overpass or backstage before a set

There are rare moments (usually when he is particularly frustrated) when Shaw’s tough-as-nails façade slips and you get a glimpse of the melancholy that resides in his heart.  You cannot help but sense that he’s been deeply hurt in the past.  This won’t be something he’s readily willing to talk about at the beginning of your relationship, only when he feels like he can really trust you

Thus, there are times when sex feels like a form of emotional healing for this man.  It is more than a means by which to sate his physical desires.  The intensity of his love and feelings for you remind him of his humanity.  The fact that you can love him reminds him that he, too, is deserving of love and affection

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s young, healthy and a grad student.  Of course he jacks off 🤣

On average, a few times a week

The frequency increases during exams as a way to relieve stress (though this guy remains unflappable most of the time)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Director’s Cut: Shaw LOVES, LOVES, LOVES to film your sex sessions

Even better: making love while watching clips of the two of you going at it

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Shaw isn’t really that picky tbh — any place is fair game when the urge hits

Still, he has to admit that your bedroom is pretty comfortable

That time he fucked you doggy style against a lectern at Loveland University was pretty hot too - he often thinks about that experience 🤣

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Shaw is most turned on when you show him that you love him — please give this guy plenty of care and affection

The swing of your hips when you walk also makes his cock twitch

He also loves watching you eat: he thinks you’re absolutely adorable when you react to tasty food with unadulterated joy

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Not into name-calling during sex (e.g. “slut,” “whore,” etc.), although he would do it if you so desired

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As much as Shaw loves to have your lips wrapped around his pole, he’s actually a bigger fan of eating you out

Sk8ter boi isn’t afraid to get down and dirty: he will bury his ENTIRE FACE between your legs when he goes deep sea diving, refusing to surface until you’ve come several times and made his face a shiny mess

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Capable of both, but tends towards fast and rough because y’all are typically boning all over the place

Guess that’s what happens when you can’t keep your hands off each other

You also don’t really have the leisure to be slow and sensual when there’s a line-up for the restroom at the Live House

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

(please see “Pace” above)

Quickies happen often and thankfully, are just as enjoyable as proper sex

Let’s be real: any sex with Shaw is great sex

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As mentioned previously, this grad student is quite adventurous and game to experiment

Take your bag of kinks and feel free to have him root through it for something that might intrigue him — he’s down for whatever and would never judge you

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Can generally last pretty long during a given session

But his true talent lies in frequency — with a practically non-existent refractory period, Shaw is raring to go in no time at all

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) - ***SPOILERS***

this man charges them with his Evol

Boy’s got that Hitachi Magic Wand and isn’t afraid to use it (What?  He’s got stiff shoulders from all that studying!)

Is definitely down to use electronic aids on the both of you

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Despite being snarky when you’re both fully clothed, Shaw is actually quite straightforward when it comes to activities of a more lascivious nature

He would like to be able to tease you, but most of the time he’s already got his pants down around his ankles by the time thoughts of sex run through his head

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

FUCKING LOUD

(Rapid, heavy breathing + ample dirty chatter) x (moans so sexy it should be illegal coming from a man’s mouth) = such a bad combo for discrete quickies but a turn-on nonetheless

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Shaw is also a b-boy.  He knows his windmills get you hot.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

You have to see it to believe it.  Shaw has actually been hiding an ANACONDA in those ripped jeans all this time!

This snake happens to be circumcised

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

HIGH AF.  Nuff said

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Typically likes to cuddle and chat for a bit before falling asleep in that nice, post-coital haze

Please forgive him in advance: Shaw has been known to wake you up on occasion with the slide of that juicy boner between your legs LOL

Thanks for reading! Check out more of my work here!📚

[rxsie-the-demon]

Brooklyn Baby | JJ Maybank

SERIES MASTERLIST | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

chapter summary: Kelce confides in Nikki, who learns the details of what happened last summer. Kie devises a plan.

Chapter 4: Dark Paradise

“Hi! I’m Nikki.”

JJ’s jaw dropped. “Uh...” He blinked a couple of times, looking between me and Kiara, before rubbing his eyes and mumbling, “Ah, fuck me. I’m way too high to be doing this.” He went over to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

Kiara was sitting on the floor, head between her knees, trying to catch her breath. “I’m sorry JJ, but your face was everything.” He rolled his eyes and flipped her off.

I giggled, and took a couple steps forward to extend my hand out to Pope. “You must be Pope Heyward. It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard such wonderful things!”

JJ snorted and took a chug of his beer. “I’m sure you have.”

We ignored him and he shook my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, too! Kiara’s told us a lot about you.”

“Aww,” I said, turning to look at Kie. I walked over to JJ and looked up at him. Yes, looked up, since he had about a foot on me. “Nice to meet you.” I smiled warmly. Moment of truth.

He studied my face for a minute, before glancing at my hand and then away. “Whatever,” he mumbled. My eyes went wide with surprise. Sheesh.

“Ohh-kay then,” I spun. I did not think he’d be that rude. I walk over to Kiara and then smiled. “Well, what do you guys like to do for fun?” I asked the Pogues.

Pope opened his mouth to respond, but JJ said, “Beat up Kooks and steal their cash for drugs.” I snorted.

Kiara rolled her eyes. “JJ, play nice.”

JJ shrugged and chugged down the rest of his beer can and crushed it. “Just letting Pillow Princess here know how we roll down here in The Cut.”

“Um, excuse me?” I took a step forward. I could see the satisfied look on JJ’s face, like he enjoyed the fact that I was pissed.

Kie grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

“Well, this has been fun, but we should head back to Figure Eight, right, Nikki?” Kiara looked at me with a look that said Please don’t press this

I shrugged. “Alright.” I turned to face the boys. “Peace out, Pogues.”

“Bye, Nikki! It was nice meeting you! Bye, Kie, love you!” Pope waved. JJ ignored me and headed towards his bedroom.

“Love you too!” Kiara shouted back, grabbing the skateboards.

We made our way outside the house and down the dirt road.

“Did he call me a pillow princess?” I asked Kiara once we were a good distance from the house. “What does that even mean?!”

"You don’t wanna know,” Kie chuckled a little. I shot her a confused look.

“Ok, now I do wanna know.”

“Nikki, trust me-” she pulled her hair back into a bun, “-if I tell you, you’re just gonna get pissed.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, c’mon I’m not that unhinged- Wait, was it a sex joke?”

Kie laughed. “Took you long enough.”

My nostrils flared, and I spun around. “I marched towards the house, skateboard lifting above my head. “I’m gonna bash his skull in-”

“Nikki. Nikki. NIKKI- No!” Kie ran after me and grabbed my arms. “Look, I know JJ is frustrating at times, but he means well.”

“He means well?! How the f-”

“Ok, ok! Just give him time?! Please? He just doesn’t like...Kooks.” She waved her hand towards me. “And if he sees that he got under your skin that easily, he’s never going to stop picking on you.”

“He doesn’t like Kooks? You’re, like, his best friend!”

“Well, I never really fit in with the other Kooks, and besides, I’ve known them for years.”

I grumbled, “Whatever,” under my breath and turned around, making my wait with Kiara towards the main road.

Stupid fucking JJ Maybank.

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“Uh, girl? You good?” Scarlet asked me, waving her fork near my face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I had my head down on the table, and I sat up and rubbed my temples. Lunch had started a couple minutes ago, but I wasn’t hungry. I was frustrated. A certain annoying blonde boy was still pissing me off. And it wasn’t Topper or Rafe.

“You don’t look fine,” Topper noted.

“Yeah,” Kelce agreed. “You look like you need to take a shit.” Topper coughed up his drink and started laughing-wheezing.

Scarlet gagged. “You boys are disgusting.” She swatted his arm.

“What?!” Kelce defended. Topper and Kelce high-fived, and I smacked Topper upside the head.

“No, I do not need to take a shit. Thanks for the concern. No, it’s just that I met this kid, JJ Maybanks, last week, and he’s annoying as fuck. I’m pissing about that.”

Topper and Kelce groaned. “I fucking hate that dude,” Topper sighed. Kelce agreed.

“Why?” I asked. “And Kelce, I thought you weren’t trying to start stuff with these Pogues.”

“Yeah, well, JJ’s a special case. He’s dangerous.” Kelce shrugged

“How did you even meet him? He never comes onto Figure Eight and he lives on, like, the other side of the island.” Scarlet added, eyebrows scrunched. “Like, the poor side.”

I thought quick. If I told them I was friends with Kiara, they would start to give me shit.

“I was bored. And I just..drove around over there and stopped at some random pier near the swamp.” I lied and took a bite of my pasta, which literally tasted like cardboard. I gagged and took a sip of my water.

I could tell that Scarlet wasn’t convinced, but she dropped it, thankfully. We continued the rest of lunch talking about scuba diving, but I could feel Scarlet giving me strange looks.

When the lunch bell rang, I practically bolted out of there. Confessing to meeting JJ Maybank made me uncomfortable for some reason, and I don’t know why. Was he really a dangerous person or-

“Nikki! Wait up!” I heard a voice call behind me.

I slowed down and spun my head around to see Kelce jogging up to me. I stopped completely turned to face him, and he made his way over to me and smiled. “What’s up, midget?”

“Shut up,” I hissed and continued walking towards my class. “What’s up?”

Kelce shrugged. “Nothing.” He ran his fingers through his hair a couple times, before following up with, “Actually, are you free today after school?”

“Uh...think so, yeah. Why?”

“Uh, I wanted to go...golfing?” Kelce laughed. “Actually, I kinda want to talk to you.”

I felt a wave of panic. Was this about the Pogues? JJ? Kiara? “Sure, what ab- shit, I just walked by my class,” I spun around and hopped into my room. “Text me later, Kelce!”

“I- ok?! See ya!” Kelce laughed nervously and finger-gunned me. I sat down at a desk and pulled out my phone to see a text from Kie.

‘ayo what’re u doing after school?’

‘hanging w kelce, he like, just, asked me. why?’

‘ooh ok, i was wondering if u wanted to come over to work on the project?’

‘sure! i’ll text u when i’m done golfing w kelce’

‘golfing, srsly?’

‘lmaoo’

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“So, what did you want to talk to me about again?” I asked as I sat into the golf cart. Kelce managed to smack the golf ball into the water, but I noticed his hands were shaking a bit. He seemed nervous, and for the life of me I didn’t know why.

“Um, ok...look, I know it’s a bit weird because I haven’t known you for as long as I’ve known Topper and them but, can I trust you with a secret?” Kelce seemed anxious; his hands were wrapped tightly around the steering wheel and his leg was bouncing up and down pretty fast.

I narrowed my eyes. Well, of course I’d keep it, but Kelce is right, I’ve only been here about a month, and judging from how nervous he sounds, it seems like something...personal.

“Well, of course, but you seem nervous...is everything alright?”

“Yeah no-” he parked the golf cart as we got to our spot. I got out of the cart and made my way to my golf clubs. “Sorry, keep going Kelce.” I apologized and allowed him to continue.

“No you’re good! It’s just that...I think I have a crush on one of our friends and I don’t know how to tell them.”

“Wait, really?! Oh my gosh, who’s the lucky girl?” I exclaimed. Kelce didn’t respond; he just kept walking, and he looked even more nervous. The realization dawned on me.

“Them? Not her? We don’t have any non-binary friends...do you like one of the guys?”

Kelce looked away, nervous. I ran up in front of him and put my hands on his shoulder.

“Hey, Kelce, it’s ok. You can talk to me about this, you know? I’m not gonna out you or anything like that.”

He looked up at me for a second, and I could see the tiny reflection of tears starting to form in his eyes. He inhale sharpy before proclaiming, “I think- no, I am, bisexual. And I have feelings for Topper.”

I gave him a smile, and stood up on my toes to hug him. “Thank you for telling and trusting me with this.”

He hugged me back, and squeezed me tightly. He let go of me and sighed, “It feels good, being able to tell people this. My parents would be accepting, but a lot of our family friends are homophobic and I’m afraid this would ruin our reputation. And-” He stopped 

“I get it. I mean- I don’t get it, but I understand what you’re trying to say. Of course, I’ll keep this a secret, but...are you ever going to tell Topper? Or your parents?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “For now, I’m just gonna see if I get any vibes from Topper.”

I laughed. “Maybe. He hasn’t had much luck with girls; maybe a guy is what he needs.”

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“So, how was golfing with Kelce?” Kie laying bellydown on the floor, doodling away in her sketchbook while I was (attempting to) french braid her hair.

“Uh, it was alright. Kelce kept hitting the balls into the water. For someone who’s lived here for a while, he sucks at golfing!” I joked. She snorted and threw her head back. “Hey! You’re gonna mess up the braid!”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just funny to me how all take pride in their golfing skills but in reality, they’re not that great.”

“Honestly, I think that’s just all boys. They hype themselves up too much and we’re let down.” I giggled. Kie turned around with a sarcastically shocked look on her face. “NIKKI! Girl, I did not expect that from you.”

I gently smacked her arm, then looped the scrunchie I had in my hand around her hair. “All done. Do you think we should work on our Royal Merchant project?” I got up to grab the small backpack I brought with me. In it was the small notebook I used to jot down stuff about the ship. I had decided not to use my history notebook because this ship apparently has some important history in the Banks, and I’m most likely going to find out stuff about it while going around the island with Kie.

“Uhh, yeah sure hold up.” She stood up and went over to her desk. She pulled out a black spiral notebook that look like it’d had been dragged through the mud and dryed in a river. The cover had patchy brown stains on it and dried up water marks. She spun around and faced me, placing the book down on the desk behind her and putting her hands in the pockets of her gray sweatpants. “After John B and Sarah...we decided to write down everything we knew about the Merchant in this notebook and get rid of everything else. Not that there was much left...our maps, everything got stolen by Ward Cameron.”

“Ward Cameron? Wait...Rafe’s dad? Wheezy and Sarah’s dad, Ward Cameron? What do you mean?”

Kiara stopped. “Um...” and started fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt, purposefully avoiding eye contact with me. “It’s- it’s a long story.”

“Is it one you’re allowed to tell me?” I was uncomfortable now- well, more like nervous. I fell very antsy, and my hands were shaking a bit. I clasped them in front of me and swallowed to ease my nerves. Something about how nervous Kie seemed made me scared...

“Well,” she started. She looked up at her ceiling and closed her eyes, then exhaled slowly. “There’s nothing legally stopping me, but JJ and probably Pope would be a bit unhappy if I told you.”

I shrugged and turned to crouch down to my bag, slightly disappointed if I was being honest. “That’s alright, you don’t have to tell-”

“Let’s go to the Chauteau.” Kie interrupted. I looked up at her. She had her lips pressed together in a weird smile. I did not know what she was thinking. “I have a plan.” She furrowed her eyebrows together, “Kind of. It’s half a plan.”

I put my notebook in my bag and grabbed the top handle. “You don’t have to tell me, you know. I don’t want your friends getting pissed at me.”

“Oh I know,” she smiled, “but I have a plan. A way to bring the Cameron family down and to bring justice to John B and Sarah. But to do that, the two of us and the boys need to work together.”

I nodded slowly, having no idea where she was going with this. “We are still gonna get the project done, right?”

Kie giggled. “Yes, of course.”

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“Yeah, so, that’s...it, basically.” Kiara said, slapping her hands down onto her thighs and turning her head left to face me.

I think the look on my face was one of complete horror, because JJ, who was on Kie’s right, burst into laughter. Full on, tear-jerking, belly-grabbing laughter. Pope, who was standing up in front of him, kicked him in the shin. “Dude, what the fuck are you laughing about?”

After he managed to calm himself down, he wiped his tears and said, “Sorry, man, it was just so funny seeing the Kook’s reaction- I mean-”

“Stop calling me that,” I interjected. “I’m just...mortified you guys went through that, and that...” I stopped talking, and looked down at my hands. That Rafe killed someone. I clenched my fists together. I wasn’t mad, not yet. It hadn’t really set in yet. Right now I’m completely shocked, at Rafe, Topper, even Kelce who kept John B locked up in his house.

JJ must have knew what I was thinking, because the usually cocky look in his eyes faded and was replaced with slight sympathy. ”None of us expected you to know this.”

Tears started swelling up in my eyes. “My god...your friends are dead because of Rafe.” I covered my hand with my mouth. I felt like I was gonna be sick. “I’m sorry, I feel so dramatic; your friends are dead and I’m the one who’s crying.”

Pope laughed dryly and said, “Trust me, we cried enough.” When I looked up at him, he was looking down, and I could see tears forming in his eyes too.

I inhaled once, deeply, then turned to Kiara and smiled. “So, what’s this plan you were talking about?”

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A/N

i am sorry for straight-up disappearing. it was a mix of writer’s block and mental health; i needed to plan out some details for the story but when i sorted everything out, my brain was like “nah” but yep i’m back haha

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chapter 5

[hopes4gf]

Thievery and Mischief (a marvel/ descendants crossover)

TW: (applies for series: discussions and mentions of rape, underaged sex, cheating, suicide, mental health)

AN: hi! this is a work in progress fanfic i’m uploading in advance of 15 chapters, so please show this some love, also sorry in advance for typos and spelling errors, my grammar is shit ;/ please enjoy!

I was so young. Too young. I didn’t understand why anything happened. I grew up in Agrabah with my parents and my brother, Aziz. But it wasn’t the dream vacation destination everyone in Auradon sought it out to be. It was a wreck. Jafar and Hades had invaded Agrabah and fought against my parents for revenge. Agrabah was damaged after their attack and our government had struggle to repair itself. So we had to live in a semi-permanent safe home for quite some time. By the way, I was also cursed by Jafar as a kid and I could shape shift into a tiger and develop other powers in the future. In my home, Mom was always stressed. Yelling and screaming how we needed to be better than they were to protect our city, especially me with my powers. My brother and I both took fencing classes, martial arts, learn how to shoot, every survival skill in the books before taking boys and girl Royal etiquette classes. Mom was the one who was particularly hard on me and my older brother throughout our childhood. Dad, not so much. He spent a lot of time in meetings in Auradon City. That’s how my first friendships began. He was great friends with King Adam and Queen Belle, elected leaders of Auradon. Ben, their only child was shy around me at first. He was intimidated by my mature stature. He like horses, painting, books, and food. I liked singing, fencing, and dancing but I also had a love for food and books so we got along through those things. We would always talk about the different ingredients in our cultures foods. His French pastries and my Arabian comfort foods. We were an inseparable pair of friends. And then I was introduced to Audrey. She joined our group soon after King Adam and Belle has decided to promise my parents and Audrey’s parents to a trust bond. A promise that would have one of us marry in the future. 9 year old me definitely didn’t want ANYTHING to do with dating my best friend. Neither did Ben. But Audrey, she was so persistent. She would constantly try to grab his attention. She was such a cheeky little girl. Raised to be such a lady compared to my more loose and carefree attitude. Somehow, Ben was happy around her. Our group soon expanded, and I met the greatest person ever. Li Lonnie, my greatest friend ever. Daughter of Fa Mulan and Li Shang, she was like me. Mature, strong, intelligent, and such a beautiful kid. Sure, she didn’t have my hazel eyes but she was such a pretty girl. She spoke so intelligently and when she spoke it was law. She was one of my inspirations as a kid. And still is :)

Time passed and we realized we weren’t kids anymore. My brother had to go away to a school in Auradon. And I was alone soon again. But I had my friends. But my child-like manners went away when I realized it was soon my turn to go to Auradon. So, I ran away. But you’ll hear more about that in the future.

Freshman year of high school. Audrey and Ben has broken off from our group and started dating in High School. Audrey has changed so much. She was such a sweet girl with a big heart but had begun to morph into a self-absorbed teen. Lonnie was still the same kind-hearted best friend. When I arrived in Auradon, I had a familiar face to help me. My cousin, Jordan. Daughter of the Genie. Everyone in that school was so nice that it hurt. My mother had raised me not to believe everything in front of me. But one particular thing or something changed that. A blonde boy with short curly hair and beautiful blue eyes had captured my attention. I still remember when our eyes had locked for the first time in the school courtyard. It was a whole new experience for me. I suddenly felt happy inside. Like a new found confidence in me was discovered. But my cousin Jordan advised me not to approach the boy. Chad Charming, son of Prince Charming and Cinderella. The most popular boy at Auradon Prep. Every girl would fawn over him endlessly. One day I had found a note from him on my lunch tray to meet him in the gardens. I swear we talked for hours about everything. We talked about our dreams, our experiences, our hopes. He made all my dreams happen. I wanted my first date to be at a carnival and he made that happen. I wanted something from the mall and he got it for me. I thought everything with him was just fine. Until that party. Ben had thrown a party for all his friends at Auradon Prep and Chad and I were there. Everyone was drinking except me. Imagine, prestigious kids of Royalty breaking illegal drinking laws. I didn’t know at the time but the punch was spiked heavily with Vodka. I never drank Vodka after that damn party. Jane, the headmistress, Fairy Godmother’s daughter had come to my dorm crying. She kept saying “I can’t take this anymore”. She had gave me the worst news of my life. She had seen Chad take me upstairs while I was drunk and touch me in explicit manners. Essentially, my boyfriend decided to rape me at my best friend’s party. I was sickened by that. And when my family pressed charges and got a restraining order on him, the case ended in a settlement. He didn’t even serve time. Because the judge was a family friend of the Charmings. I was devastated. I cried for weeks. I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep. I just cried. Lonnie visited me every day while I was out of school. She had told me that Chad had moved on and was doing perfectly fine. I was miserable for all of Sophmore year.

By the way, my name is Adri Ababwa and I’m the world’s stupidest masterpiece. But you’ll see why later.

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“Adri,” My best friend, Ben called out.

My eyes widen, suddenly alarmed from my name being called.

“What’s up?” I say striding over to Ben’s side as he looks out the window of his parlor.

”I spoke with my parents about the proclamation,” Ben says.

I roll my eyes, realizing what’s about to happen.

”I told you your idea was stupid. Your dad would never let you bring Villain kids over-“

”They approved it,” Ben says, stopping me between my sentence.

My eyes widen in disbelief.

“Oh. Oh! I guess that’s good for you I guess,” I say nervously.

Ben takes both of my hands in his.

”Listen, I know things were rough for you last year, but this year we need change in this world. And I’m gonna be the one to establish that change,” Ben says.

”Even if that means bringing the daughters of Maleficent and the Evil Queen and the sons of Cruella de Vil and Jafar to Auradon Prep?” I ask nervously.

”What did I say about that?” Ben asks cheekily.

”They’re not their parents,” I reply in a mumble.

”Right,” Ben says, patting my shoulder. Ben opens his mouth to say something but hesitates.

”What?” I ask.

”That‘s why your going to be my advisor,” Ben says.

I take a step back.

”Your crazy but okay,” I giggle.

Ben chuckles softly and goes to the phone to ask his secretary if Audrey is on her way to the room for her Coronation fitting.

I walk through the door and wish Ben good luck.

As I stride down the hall, I hop onto my sticker filled skateboard and race down the halls. I greet the guards surrounding the castle and slide the down the handlebars of the stairs. I see Audrey and stop to walk the rest of the way.

”Adri! It’s a pleasure to see after so long. Out of your depression, I see,” Audrey says snarkily.

”Sure! I’m fine. And I see your makeup is looking as creased as ever,” I reply in the same fashion.

Audrey huffs and rolls her eyes.

I strut off.

”Fucking bitch,” I mutter to myself, hopping on my skateboard and skating back to my dorm.

As soon as I reach my dorm, Fairy Godmother is standing by my door.

“Can you please give me the board?” Fairy Godmother asks.

”Can’t have any fun around here, can I?” I ask, giving her my board for the fifth time this week

“Not for the first week of school. Remember we have-“

”Press coming in to report on the school, I know Jane told me,” I say at the same time as Fairy Godmother.

“Good. Then I’ll see you soon,” Fairy Godmother says dismissing herself.

I turn around and head for the courtyard where I spot Jordan under our gossip tree.

”What’s new, pinky-Lou?” I ask.

”Hey, cuz. Just doing some newspaper projects. I writing about the secret camera web series of our school and the new kids coming to the Isle,” Jordan says.

”Damn, news does travel fast,” I scoff.

”Ben posted an announcement a couple minutes ago,” Jordan says.

I roll my eyes in disbelief.

“What if one of them is cute? You gonna go for it?” Jordan asks cheekily.

”HELL NO. I am never making the same mistake of opening up to a person ever again,” I yell.

”It’s gonna happen...” Jordan says in a song-like manner.

”Shut the fuck up!” I say.

The night I sneak out of my dorm and go to the kitchens to get a snack for Roxie, my baby tiger.

”Insomnia?” A voice says behind me.

I’m startled by the voice and I turn to see Lonnie standing over the counter.

”Yes, you asshole,” I sigh.

Lonnie laughs silently.

”You know someone’s gonna find out that it’s you recording the videos at lunch,” I say.

”Stop it. That’s top secret,” Lonnie says.

”Who cares? Everyone knows that they’re asshole and dickheads anyways. And your very lucky that I haven’t ratted you out to Jordan. She’s persistent,” I say, grabbing some bacon from the fridge and putting it in a pan

”That’s for Roxie, right?” Lonnie asks.

”Maybe not,” I say.

Lonnie laughs and I take a piece of cooked bacon and put it in my mouth.

I hum softly at the taste.

”Hey. Don’t be afraid to talk to me sometimes. Especially after what I saw,” Lonnie says.

Ah. The thing. After some time in my self-quarantine of Sophmore year, I decided it was time for everything in my life to end. So, I grabbed some pills and I did something I regretted. Lonnie saved my life that day. That’s why I love her so much.

“I know, mama,” I say softly as I cook the rest of the bacon.

”You have no idea how much I care, Adri,” Lonnie says, hugging me from behind me.

”Thats probably why I love when you’re around,” I chuckle.

Lonnie lays her head on my shoulder.

”By the way I signed ya up for the welcoming comitee with Audrey,” Lonnie whispers.

”What!” I yell.

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Two weeks later...

Someone starts banging heavily on my door. I open my eyes and the sound in my ears clears.

”ADRI! Wake up! Your late for the Vk’s welcoming,” Audrey screams from behind my door.

Maybe I should have stayed asleep. Damn you, Lonnie.

I put on this:

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And I walked out my door.

“Ben shouldn’t have made you his advisor if you were gonna sleep in,” Audrey says.

”I’m here aren’t I?” I reply.

”Shut up, let’s go,” Audrey says, grabbing my hand and dragging me down the stairs to the courtyard.

Oh god this is gonna be terrible.

Ben sees me and Audrey coming up next to him.

”What happened to you?” Ben asks.

”Slept in,” I mumble.

Ben chuckles and Audrey takes his arm.

”It’s fine by the way, it’s actually the first time in a while,” Ben says.

Fairy Godmother begins to greet everyone in the small group of band kids and cheerleaders until she reaches our trio.

”Ben, Audrey, Adri, how are you?” Fairy Godmother.

“Good,” We all say.

The limo pulls up and the band starts playing. The limo stops and two boys pop out fighting over a scarf.

My eyes glance towards to girls who come out of the other side of the car. One has short plum hair with a plum leather outfit to match. The other girl has long wavy blue hair with two crown braids at the front.

“Why do you want whatever this is?” One of the boys with gray hair says.

”Because you want it,” The other boy in a red beanie says.

Right off the bat you notice who’s who. And the boy in the beanie is definitely Jafar’s son.

“Leave it where you found it! And by that, just leave it.” Fairy Godmother says.

”Just cleaning up!” The boy with the red beanie says.

He puts the scarf back in the limo and his eyes immediately catch mine.

He catches me as I stare at his frame. His brown hair, his dark brown eyes, his muscular form and his leather outfit all catch me off guard.

His frown turns into a smirk and he strides towards me.

”Hello, foxy~ The name’s...Jay,” The boy introduces, attempting to flirt with me.

I laugh softly at his action.

”Your quite the catch aren’t you?” I remark with a smirk.

“Welcome to Auradon Prep,” Fairy Godmother says, stepping between us.

I whisper a little thank you to her and she nods.

”I’m Fairy Godmother, the headmistress,” She curtsies.

”As in, the Fairy Godmother? Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo?” The girl with plum hair asks.

”Bibbidi-Bobbidi, you know it,” Fairy Godmother says.

“Does she ramble like this much?” I ask Ben.

”All the damn time,” Ben says.

We snicker in unison.

Audrey nudges Ben.

”It’s so nice to meet you all. I’m Ben,” Ben introduces.

”Prince Ben. Soon to be King, right Bennyboo?” Audrey interjects.

I fake-vomit at the nickname and roll my eyes.

”You had me at Prince. My mom’s a queen so that makes me a princess,” The blue haired girl says, fawning over Ben.

”The Evil Queen has no Royal status here and neither do you,” Audrey smiles cheekily.

”Yes she does, otherwise Snow White would cease to be Royalty and she is her step-sister,” I comment with a smile.

Audrey raises a brow to stop me and I wink in the girl’s direction. She gives me a smile in return.

”This is Audrey. My-“

”Girlfriend. And future queen,” Audrey says.

”Last but not least, this is Adri. My advisor and my best friend,” Ben says.

”Your new wickedly cool best friend,” I say with a smirk.

”These three are going to show you all around and I’ll see all tomorrow. The doors of wisdom are never shut! Except library hours are 8:00 to 11:00 and you know I have a thing for curfew,” Fairy Godmother says, excusing herself.

”She tends to drag things out of proportion. Don’t mind her,” I say.

Ben chuckles and Audrey nudges his arm.

“It is so, so, so good to finally me... meet you all,” Ben starts as Jay hits his chest with a light punch.

“ This is a momentous occasion, and one that I hope will go down in history... Is that chocolate?” Shaking the gray haired boy’s hand that is covered in chocolate.

”As the day our two peoples began to heal,” Ben finishes.

“Or the day where you showed four peoples where the bathrooms are,” The plum haired girl says.

“A little over the top?” Ben asks her.

”More than a little,” She says.

”So much for my first impression,” Ben says awkwardly.

“You're Maleficent's daughter, aren't you? Yeah, you know what? I totally do not blame you for your mother trying to kill my parents and stuff. Oh, my mom's Aurora. Sleeping...“ Audrey starts.

”Beauty! Yeah I’ve heard the name. You know, I totally do not blame your grandparents for not inviting my mother to their stupid christening,” The girl responds.

”Water under the bridge!” Audrey fakes.

”Totes!” The girl replys in the same tone.

They laugh together pathetically.

“Jeez, can we get this over with?“ I scoff.

” OK. So how about a tour, yeah?“ Ben starts.

We start to move towards the front of the school.

“Auradon Prep was originally built 300 years ago before my father turned it into a high school when he was elected King,” Ben says, clapping his fingers to morph the statue.

The gray haired boy jumps into Jay’s arms.

”Carlos, it’s okay. My father made the statue to remind us that anything is possible,” Ben addresses.

I laugh at the boy’s banter. Jay sees this and drops Carlos to the floor. I can feel him lurking by me as we continue inside the school.

“ So do you guys have magic here? You know, like wands and stuff?” Mal asks.

“All that stuffs pretty much retired. Most of us are just ordinary mortals,” Ben says.

”Unlike me. I was cursed so...” I say clicking my tongue.

”And you happen to be kings and queens?“

“That’s true. Our royal blood goes back hundreds and hundreds of years,“ Audrey says, placing an arm around Ben.

”Doug,” Ben calls Dopey’s son down.

“Doug, will be showing you to your dorms. If you have any questions-“

”Ask Adri or Doug,” Audrey says, whisking him away.

“Um, hey guys. Hi, guys. I'm Dopey's son. As in Dopey, Doc, Bashful, Happy, Grumpy, Sleepy, and... Heigh-ho.,” Doug starts, his eyes landing on the blue haired girl.

I take the clipboard from him and read their names.

”Mal Bertha. Evie Grimhilde. Carlos De Vil. Jay Farr,” I read to myself.

I interrupt Doug as he talks about classes.

”I’ll be showing you to your dorms,” I say, walking up one staircase.

”Guys, it’s actually this way,” Doug points towards me as the go in the wrong direction.

They follow me until we stop at their dorm rooms.

”Boys, you have the larger dorm here,” I point.

”Sweet!” Carlos says, hopping inside.

”What’s in it?” Jay asks, me

”Two full size beds, a flat screen tv, mini fridge, 3D printer, gaming console, a bathroom for two, fireplace, and double closet,” I say off the top of my head.

”Thank god, that’s enough to keep them busy for hours,” Mal says.

Me and the girls turn away from their room but someone places a hand on my shoulder.

”Hey, can we talk after?” Jay asks.

”Why?” I ask, raising a brow.

Jay gives me a pleading looks and I roll my eyes, walking away.

”Girls, this is your dorm. With roughly the same things as the boys except a bigger closet and bathroom and no gaming console,” I say.

”This room needs more-“

”Purple? I supposed you would agree. Love your outfit by the way,” I compliment.

”You don’t look to horrible yourself,” Mal smirks.

”I made it by the way,” Evie adds.

“Fashion Designer, huh? You could make some bank with that,” I comment.

Evie smiles.

”If you need anything, I’m the first door down the hall,” I say.

I close the door to the girls dorm and turn to see someone completely unexpected. My smile turns into a frown as I see Chad Charming at the end of the hall. As I try and stride down the hall to Jay and Carlos’s room, his gaze meets mine.

”Well, well. Look who it is. Little miss court case,” Chad says, his lips curving into a smirk.

”Your lucky my restraining order is expired, Charming,” I snark as he draws near to me.

”You know, you’re lucky Ben and Lonnie are friends with you. Otherwise, everyone here wouldn’t give a damn about your little charity case,” Chad says cockily, running a hand through my hair.

My body tenses and my teeth clench as he touches my hair.

“Don’t do that,” I say through my clenched jaw.

”Or what?” Chad says, pinning me against the wall. His frame towering over me.

”You gonna sue me again just so that I could give your pathetic ass more money?” Chad asks.

”Get your fucking hands off of her,” A voice says from behind Chad.

I look over Chad’s shoulder to see Jay standing behind him with a scowl on his face.

I can practically feel my eyes change shape, pleading to Jay to help me.

Chad gets off of me and walks towards Jay confronting him.

”Is that a threat?” Chad asks.

”You gonna punch me if it is, Princey? You know, you probably shouldn’t mess with someone you barely know. I’m sure it’ll have serious consequences,” Jay growls.

Chad backs off, intimidated by Jay.

”Whatever, man,” Chad scoffs, taming a step back.

He turns to me, his smirk returning.

”I’ll see you later, babe,” Chad says, winking at me.

He walks away and I can practically feel the tears coming to my eyes.

”Who the hell does he think he is?” Jay scoffs.

My legs start to move down the hall, trying to get away.

”Hey! Where are you going?” Jay calls behind me.

”Leave me alone!” I choke.

Jay’s footsteps chase after me and he grabs my wrist.

”Stay out of my business and leave me the hell alone,” I say in a serious tone.

”What was that about though? And why do you look like your about to cry in any second?” Jay asks deliberately.

I growl under my breath.

”Because he’s my abusive ex-boyfriend who raped me while I was blacked out at Ben’s party! And now everyone pities the hell out of me and treats me like a child because I tried to commit suicide. Is that what you’re so desperate to get out of me?” I yell.

Jay is taken aback by my words. His brown eyes widen as he looks at me. Searching through my eyes and seeing the pain in them.

”Shit, I’m so sorry. Look, I will never ever do that to you ever again,” Jay says, concerned by my action.

”Listen, don’t make promises you know you can’t keep,” I say.

Jay turns to leave but I grab his wrist.

”You forgot you tell me what you wanted to speak about,” I say with a smirk.

Jay scratches his neck nervously.

”Sorry. I was just so concerned about the way that guy was talking to you that I didn’t even realize,” Jay explains.

I chuckle lightly at his concern. How is he so chill after that? After I just yelled at him?

“I was just wondering if I could learn a little more about you. I mean-since we know a little bit about Ben and Audrey so,” Jay says.

I giggle lightly at his question. Then I hesitate, remembering this is the son of my parent’s enemy. But suddenly, my new found confidence tells me “Fuck it”.

”Well, I’ve lived in Auradon for 3 years. I like Art a lot. And um, I’m the daughter of Aladdin and Jasmine,” I say shyly.

Jay erupts in a light chuckle. My brows furrow at his actions.

”Did I say something wrong?” I ask.

”No, but that does explain everything,” Jay says with a smirk.

”Explain what exactly?” I ask, confused by his action.

”The comebacks, the way you roll your eyes, the outfit, and the way you act around danger. You have that “I really don’t give and shit sometimes attitude”. I’m assuming it’s family trait,” Jay laughs.

I roll my eyes at his banter.

”Sure, dipshit. And you know wanna know what gives you away?” I ask cheekily.

”What?” Jay says, playing along.

”The fact that you prance around me, eyeing me just like your father did to my mother when she was my age,” I say with a smirk.

His eyes widen, catching him off guard.

”And I promise you, your little concerned or flirtatious act isn’t gonna always cut it with me, pretty boy,” I say, tapping his shoulder and turning to leave.

I look behind me and see him smirk behind me as I walk to my dorm.

That boy is gonna keep trying to win me over. And I’m in for the long game...

[vernonfielding]

No pain no gain

Missing scene fic from Jimmy Jabs 2! This is shameless hurt/comfort (and some mild Jake/Amy Being Serious). Thank you to the lovely and super smart @fezzle and @feeisamarshmallow for the fantastic beta!! Title is more Bash Brothers (from Let’s Bash). 

Read on AO3.

First, Amy runs up to Jake and throws her arms around his neck and kisses him soundly, right in front of the entire squad and the staff and the civilians mingling all around the bullpen. She kisses him until he’s breathless and she can feel the too-fast flutter of his pulse in his neck (which could be from the kiss or the adrenaline, impossible to know).

Second, Amy pulls back and grabs his hand and drags him up, arm circling his waist when he stumbles a little. She takes him straight down the garage, to their sensible and very boring Champagne-colored sedan, and drives him to the closest emergency room.

It’s busy for a weekday afternoon. Every seat is taken, mostly by people coughing behind surgical masks or clutching barf bags and sweating in a way that makes Amy’s own stomach turn a little. A woman in a chair just behind them is pressing a bloody towel into the palm of one hand. A little boy two chairs over has an icepack pressed to his nose and blood all over his white T-shirt.

The nurse at the registration desk glances up as Amy approaches with Jake. The nurse’s eyes flit down to the NYPD logo on their matching shirts and she says, “Injured in the line of duty?”

She’s holding a pen in one hand, poised over a clipboard, and Amy knows her answer now will determine the rest of their day: If Jake was hurt on duty they get a free pass back to the ER. If she says Jake was competing in the Nine-Nine’s version of American Gladiators-

“Yes,” Amy says. “My husband was on duty. He fell.” It’s not really a lie.

The nurse hits a buzzer, and five minutes later Jake’s in a bed, plastic wristband on one arm and blood pressure cuff on the other. The adrenaline’s fully kicked in and he’s gone all pale and sweaty, his blood pressure is alarmingly high, and he can’t stop fidgeting when the nurse tries to put an oximeter clip on one finger. Amy feels a twist of guilt in her gut and chews on a thumbnail.

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Amy loves Jake. Full stop. No reservations, no conditions, no exceptions. She loves every part of him -- his kind and generous heart, his ridiculous curls and goofball grin, his exceptional detective brain and his remarkably robust digestive system (given his eating habits). She loves his recent addiction to corn nuts, and she loves that his new favorite beverage is boba tea from the shop around the corner from their apartment. She loves that he didn’t learn the months of the year until he was 12 and that he activates his animatronic fish at least once a week, just to make sure it’s still “alive.”

She loves that he’s going to be the father of her child. She knows he’ll be incredible -- she feels it in her heart and her bones and her blood and and her brain and all the spaces in between. 

(And she still really, really loves his butt.)

But damnit if the man isn’t absolutely infuriating sometimes.

“So, what happened here?” says the doctor, pushing aside the curtain at the foot of Jake’s bed. The doctor is very tall and her hair is pulled into a tight braid that falls halfway down her back. Amy’s glad she prepared for this moment.

“My husband fell out of a ceiling,” she says, throwing just the right amount of sheepishness into her tone. “Also, I used an EpiPen on him.”

The thing is, this is almost too easy, striking the right balance between telling the truth and fudging the embarrassing details in these situations. Amy smiles pleasantly at the doctor when she raises a questioning eyebrow.

“What is he allergic to?” the doctor says, looking between Amy and Jake.

“Bees,” Amy says, “but he wasn’t stung. I had to give him the adrenaline so he could break down a door.”

“I see,” the doctor says, though clearly she doesn’t. But she refrains from asking follow-up questions, which is all that matters. “You know that’s not really how EpiPens work.”

Amy does not tell the doctor that, in fact, the EpiPen worked exactly as they’d hoped. Instead she shrugs and says, “We didn’t have a lot of other options.”

“Well.” The doctor frowns and looks Jake up and down, and makes a note on the tablet she’s carried in with her. “Let’s take a look.”

The nurse who got him settled took off Jake’s sweatshirt, but he’s otherwise still in his tactical uniform, boots and all. Amy notices there’s a bruise blossoming along his jawline and another high up on his forehead. It’s amazing that he didn’t get any cuts or badly broken bones when he fell, but she suspects his ribs are bruised, at least. She hopes it’s nothing more serious, and she recalls one morning years ago, when he came to work the day after hurting himself so badly after chasing a perp through traffic and falling through the open sunroof of a car. He’d insisted to everyone that he was fine, when he clearly wasn’t; at the time, Amy had brushed it off as typical Jake: brash, impulsive, foolish and still weirdly endearing.

She would have said earlier today that Jake wasn’t like that anymore -- that he wouldn’t participate in the Jimmy Jabs, of all things, if he was truly injured. But after everything that he’s said and done today, she’s not sure that’s the case. And anyway, she was pushing him, telling him they couldn’t lose their ridiculous (boring) car to a ridiculous bet in a ridiculous game.

Jake hisses when the doctor bends over and prods gently at his left side. She lifts his T-shirt and Amy winces at the mottled blue and purple bruising. His shoulder is similarly bruised, and swollen, and Jake can’t reach his arm up over his head when the doctor asks. 

“I’d like to get some X-rays,” the doctor says. “How’s your head?”

“Hurts,” Jake says. He’s gritting his teeth and has wrapped an arm around his middle.

“Did you hit it in the fall?” the doctor says, taking a penlight out of her coat pocket.

“I don’t think so,” Jake says. The doctor shines the light in his eyes and Jake frowns but endures it. She asks his name, if he knows where he is and what year it is -- all the usual stuff.

“The headache is probably from the EpiPen,” the doctor says. “But we’ll keep an eye on it.”

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The doctor leaves and a nurse returns with a gown and offers to help Jake change. Amy says she’s got it.

“You’re a mess,” she says, quietly, as she takes off his shoes.

She helps him strip off his pants and they both pause to look over the bruised bumps on his legs. A particularly angry-looking lump the size of a baseball is forming on his right thigh, and when Amy brushes the spot with a finger the skin feels hot. Her eyes fill with tears and she blinks and looks away, tugging the pants off his feet when they get stuck.

“I’m sorry,” Jake says, so soft she hardly catches it.

Amy sighs and helps him sit up. She peels off the blood pressure cuff, and slides his T-shirt as carefully as she can over his stiff arms, up and over his head. She unfolds the gown the nurse left them and helps him pull it on, then takes a seat on the bed, at his hip.

“I’m not mad at you for getting hurt,” she says.

“I know I was being reckless-”

“Jake, last month you climbed onto an overturned wastebasket on top of a skateboard so you could hang the new curtains in our bedroom,” Amy says. “And you know what my first thought was, when I saw you up there like two seconds from falling through the window?”

“That you married a moron?” Jake says glumly.

“No -- I thought you were right, that the teal stripes match our bedspread really well,” Amy says. “Don’t get me wrong, I also wondered why you hadn’t just climbed on a chair like a normal person. But I wasn’t mad about it, and I’m not mad about this now.”

Jake looks so relieved, his face going soft and smiley, that she almost feels bad when she takes his hand in hers and adds, “But I’m still pretty pissed that you bet the car. Our car.”

+++

Amy hated Jake for the first two weeks after she started at the Nine-Nine. After everything she’d been through at the Six-Four, Jake came across as just another fucking bro-cop, with his dumb, disarming smile and flirting with witnesses and constant boasting about his detective skillz-with-a-Z. He never crossed any lines with her, but she didn’t peg him as an ally, either.

Then he’d said something, something that should have been totally ordinary but wasn’t.

A man in a suit had walked up to Jake’s desk in the middle of a quiet afternoon, just Jake and Amy and Rosa in the bullpen, and he’d said, “What’s up with all the chicks working here, dude?”

Jake, who’d been leaning far back in his chair, feet up on his desk, eating a microwave burrito for lunch, had said without pause, “Dude, they’re women, and they’re detectives. Now go away.”

They’d never found out if the man was a witness or a lawyer or there to report a crime -- he’d just stared at Jake for a moment, cheeks turned bright red, and walked right out. After that, everything sort of tilted a few degrees for Amy. Jake was still immature and boorish and flaky, but he also became someone she thought she could trust. 

In the emergency room, Jake’s palm in her hand is clammy, and when she presses her thumb into his wrist she can feel his pulse still racing from the adrenaline shot, but maybe also because she’s made him anxious.

“I know, the bet was dumb,” Jake says, but Amy can tell by the edge of exasperation in his tone that he’s thinking they’ve been through this already and he thought they were good.

“Yeah, but you know what really pissed me off?” Amy says. “Hitchcock.”

“Hitchcock? You’re mad about Hitchcock?” Jake says. “But he’s always an ass.”

Amy sighs and pulls Jake’s hand into her lap. “I know, but this time you were kind of an ass too, babe. He was so dismissive toward me, and whatever, it’s Hitchcock. But you went right along with it, and that hurt. It really sucked.”

She can feel Jake’s gaze on her face, and Amy looks up to find him wide-eyed and appalled. She debated all day whether she should say something about how that had felt, because honestly, Jake is good. She doesn’t believe he needs to be reminded that women -- and especially his own wife -- should be treated with respect. But at the same time, she thinks he’d be pissed if he knew she was annoyed and not telling him. 

It’s obvious that this particular hit has landed. He looks away from Amy and bites his lower lip, and she knows he’s feeling devastated. Literally nothing wounds Jake more than knowing he’s hurt or let down someone he cares about.

“Jake-”

“I am so sorry, Ames,” he says, eyes locked on the hand that Amy isn’t holding. “God, I’m such a jerk.”

“You’re not,” Amy says, and when Jake shakes his head, she adds, “I mean, okay, you were jerk-ish. But look, you were freaking out a little and not thinking clearly and it probably didn’t even occur to you how rude that whole conversation was.”

“That just makes it worse!” Jake says.

Amy frowns to herself, because- yeah, it kind of does. “Fine. You were a jerk.”

“And then you had to spend the whole day helping me win,” Jake says, “when you totally could’ve won the whole thing.”

“Well, obviously,” Amy says. “It should be noted that I had fun today, babe. I don’t get to goof around like that as much as I used to, and you know how much I love a competition.

“It’s just- I would have preferred to skip the Jimmy Jabs entirely and go to my seminar.”

Jake winces. “Yeah, I’m the worst.”

Amy laughs at that, because it’s so far from the truth. “Jake, I love you, so much. But you’re not perfect. You’re allowed to make mistakes, even kind of shitty ones.”

“Ames-”

“Also,” she says, talking over him, “I stabbed you with an EpiPen so you could win the world’s dumbest obstacle race. I think that makes us even.”

Which is exactly when their nurse reappears.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear any of that,” she says, and helps Jake into a wheelchair to take him for X-rays.

+++

Nothing is broken, and Jake’s head is fine.

The doctor makes them wait around awhile anyway, and after five hours in the ER the adrenaline is finally wearing off and the pain pills are kicking in and Jake is dozing. Amy sits in a chair one of the orderlies brought in, filling out crosswords, and secretly she’s loving all of the uninterrupted downtime.

It’s long past dark by the time they’re free. Jake shuffles to the car and it’s obvious he’s still in a lot of pain despite the Norco. He grunts as he falls into the passenger seat and Amy helps him with the seatbelt when he struggles to reach across his own chest.

Amy sends him straight to bed, and while the soup is heating up she texts Terry that Jake won’t be in the next day. She thinks he’ll be okay at home alone, but wonders if she should use a sick day too. Except they really should be saving those up now.

Jake’s passed out again when she carries dinner to the bedroom. She sets the bowl of soup and the glass of orange soda on his bedside table and nudges him awake. He’s still pale and his eyes are red with exhaustion, blinking up at her slowly, and she swears more bruises have bloomed on his face in the 15 minutes since she saw him.

“I’m a mess,” Jake says, and she thinks he’s deliberately echoing her words from earlier. He sounds tired and pathetic.

She sits beside him on the bed and runs a hand through his hair, nails scratching a little against his scalp. Jake’s eyes flutter closed, and she leans forward and kisses each eyebrow, and the outer corners of his eyes, and the tip of his nose. She kisses him on the mouth. His lips are chapped and the stubble on his cheeks tickles her own smooth skin.

Amy pulls back and Jake opens his eyes, looking up at her with something like wonder.

“You are,” she says. “But you’re my mess. And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

[wtfzodiacsigns]

zodiac signs as people i know.

ARIES: she’s a fiesty, trendy girl that every goes to for fashion advice and comfort. she’s always down to have a good time and has a bunch of funny stories up her sleeve. sometimes she can get too hyper and is easily pissed off. she gets in trouble a lot but she’s so lovable that she gains trust back fast. wild, crazy, free, sweet.

TAURUS: she’s a barista at a local coffee shop. she loves music and all things vintage, she’s aesthetic without even trying and her wardrobe screams “i’m cooler than you” super feminine looking. stubborn, addictive personality, kind, soft-spoken yet passionate.

GEMINI: he’s always making people laugh, he’s the life of the party. he loves affection and spends his time drawing and making memories with the ones he love. a lover of animals. has messy hair that falls perfectly. he’s attractive and isn’t aware of it (drives his crushes crazy) everyone wants to be friends with him. loud, humorous, challenging, closed-off occasionally, secretly a soft boy.

CANCER: she’s an artistic person and listens to bands you’ve actually never heard of. insecure but tries not to show it, shy but makes friends easily. really easy to talk to and is super supportive. she works with nature and volunteers whenever she can. smart, intuitive, fun, trustworthy, kind-hearted.

LEO: he wants to be a music producer, always has his headphones in and is listening to cool indie music. has a signature look and skateboards around town. super funny and affectionate. he always has love to give. can be stubborn though. funny, silly, generous, tasteful, extroverted introvert, hard to get close to.

LIBRA: the kindest soft boy ever, so accepting and sweet to everyone even if they’ve wronged him. is easily nervous and anxious but tries not to show it. works odd jobs and tries his best to earn money to spoil his friends. always puts others first and loves passionately. funny, sweet, close to perfect, loving.

VIRGO: he works at best buy and is the saltiest person i know, but once i broke his walls down he just wants hugs and someone to complain to. is a real old soul and mature as hell. is always down to listen and helps people but doesn’t tolerate people using him. when it comes to relationships he falls hard and very quickly. conservative, bitter, quiet, wise, powerful, amazing.

SCORPIO: she works a fashion shop and is very outgoing, she loves shopping and is all about empowering women and self care. she’s an amazing friend and always thinks of others but takes care of herself too. she’s super funny and ambitious and chases her dreams. passionate, loving, fiesty, kind, out-spoken.

SAGITTARIUS: she’s always day-dreaming and tends to get herself in trouble a lot. she wants to the best for others and sometimes that leads to her getting hurt. she loves writing and drawing and traveling. her passport is slowly getting full. she loves spending time with her friends but also enjoys being by herself. she can be mean but she never means it, she’s just cautious and doesn’t give away her heart too often. adventurous, defensive, creative, go-getter, strong.

CAPRICORN: he’s super secretive and tends to keep to himself, he has a good amount of friends but only 2 of them has seem him vulnerable. he works as a cashier and gets along fairly well with his clients, he’s good at keeping face. he only gets along with a certain type of person. it takes him a while to warm up to someone but is really funny and goofy once he does. he loves deep talks and making memories with people. loving, closed-off, sensitive, easily sad, humorous and shy.

AQUARIUS: she’s super funny and hella unique. she’s always invested in music and art and never leaves the house unless she’s wearing her black converse. she’s truly quirky and makes friends easily, however she’s easy to take advantage of. sometimes she’s too trusting but it also means she’s very open and candid about everything. she’s good to her friends and always makes sure they’re okay. funny, kind, open, extroverted, wanderlust.

PISCES: he’s a sensitive crybaby with an amazing taste in music. is very easily hurt and is sometimes too impulsive. however he’s soooo creative and unique. he’s always doing something fun with friends and family, he values attention and love and doesn’t like being alone. he is stressed out most his life and loves to take on challenges. introverted, sweet, darling, passionate, sensitive.

Source:  jupiterafternoon

[ridiasfangirlings]

Hello! I really liked your answers and was wondering if you can make a story about Fushimi Saruhiko turning into an elementary school kid caused by a strain. The Alphabet Group brought him back to Scepter 4 but when Fushimi wakes up, with the Alphabet Group around him, he escapes. He was walking around the territory of Homra when he bumps into Yata. Yata looked be closely at his face and said "...Saru?" Just as he said that, Fushimi ran. Now they are working together to gain the boy's trust.

Like taming a frightened kitten XD Like imagine Fushimi gets turned into a cute elementary schooler, the alphabet boys manage to get him back to Scepter 4 while he’s still asleep after being hit by the Strain power. He wakes up in this strange fancy office surrounded by guys in blue coats, Hidaka’s like right up next to him immediately calling all the others because Fushimi-san is awake. Fushimi immediately scrambles back, all nervous because he doesn’t trust strangers or adults at all. Akiyama asks if Fushimi recognizes them and Benzai assures him that he shouldn’t worry, that they’re the police and will take care of him. Fushimi doesn’t entirely believe them and keeps looking around for a place to escape. Maybe the alphabet boys end up leaving him alone for a bit, like they go to report to Munakata and Fushimi gets curious and follows quietly after them. He’s used to trying to make himself hard to find, from years of trying to hide whenever Niki shows up unexpectedly, and he keeps looking around at the building with wide eyes because he’s never heard of a police station that looks like this. He manages to catch Awashima, Munakata and the alphabet boys discussing his situation. Something about Munakata makes his heart quake and Fushimi doesn’t know why, he mistakes the feeling for the same fear he feels near Niki and he decides that he needs to get out of here. He manages to slip out the door and he recognizes a little bit of where he is, this isn’t too far from where his house is and that makes him think even more that maybe this is some kind of trick from Niki.

Not really sure where to go Fushimi heads into the city, just walking around maybe looking for somewhere to get something to eat. He doesn’t have any money and he’s considering what to do when he nearly gets run over by a guy on a skateboard. Yata wipes out trying to avoid Fushimi and he ends up in a lump on the street, swearing loudly while little Fushimi clicks his tongue and privately thinks this guy is an idiot. Yata hears the tongue click and immediately looks up, assuming it has to be Fushimi. He’s surprised instead to see a wide eyed little kid staring at him. Yata gets worried that maybe he hit the kid and he starts to apologize when he meets Fushimi’s eyes and something about those blue eyes and those thick glasses frames makes him pause like ‘…..Saruhiko?’ Fushimi is immediately on guard, assuming that Yata must be working for Niki somehow and he turns to run. Yata jumps forward and grabs him by his shirt, Fushimi flails and tries to get away as Yata tells him to calm down. Fushimi doesn’t know how Yata knows his name but he has no idea who Yata is, Yata’s like okay I know this is weird but trust me I know you.

So after this I just imagine Yata dragging a reluctant tiny Saru everywhere, like every time he lets go of Fushimi’s arm the kid tries to run and Yata doesn’t want him to get lost or run over or anything. He tries to take Fushimi back to the bar but Fushimi’s not having any of that, he figures maybe Yata’s trying to kidnap him for some reason. Yata’s like no that’s not it and maybe Fushimi starts loudly yelling that he’s being kidnapped. Yata puts a hand over Fushimi’s mouth and gives all the people staring at them a sheepish look as he drags Fushimi away and is like you brat what the hell was that. Fushimi is all cute and stubborn, saying he doesn’t want to go anywhere with Yata.

His stomach suddenly growls and Yata grins like huh, you’re hungry right well I can do something about that. Fushimi’s suspicious but Yata convinces him to at least let Yata feed him, dragging the kid to the nearest fast food place. Yata buys Fushimi a kids meal and maybe Yata’s all impressed by the toy that comes with it, little Fushimi looks at him flatly and is like 'what are you, a kid?’ Yata’s all you’re the kid here act like one and Fushimi clicks his tongue and says toys are stupid anyway. Yata shakes his head and is like you’re supposed to enjoy yourself when you’re a kid, don’t be so cynical. Fushimi doesn’t get why Yata even cares and Yata’s like don’t worry about that, here, just eat this burger. Fushimi complains that there’s vegetables on it and Yata’s like that’s right and you’re going to eat them too. Fushimi pouts and Yata’s like don’t make me shove that lettuce down your stubborn throat. People start staring again and Fushimi’s like 'you’re threatening an elementary schooler,’ Yata sighs and wonders how it is that even as a kid Fushimi wasn’t very cute (though then he buys Fushimi a milkshake and Fushimi’s eyes get a little shiny when he tastes it because he’s never had one before, Yata grins and wonders if the kid is warming up to him).

[caiuscassiuss]

Crossfaded (Skater Boy AU! NCT Jaemin)

g o  v e r.

Genre: angst 

WC: 4.2k

Warnings: swearing, recreational drug use, alcoholism, death, casual thievery, dreamies are bad influences???

Description: You could only watch as your best friend spiraled down a black hole of self-neglect.

   The pump heels you mother forced you in made you extremely uncomfortable.    They were shining black, of course; it matched with your chiffon black dress and black coat.    Everyone dressed up for the dead body on display.    Melancholic organ music reverberated throughout the whole funeral home, and the muffled sounds of sobbing and crying occasionally interrupted the silence. The fluorescent lights shone just a little too brightly, the flowers, a bit too sepia, and faces, a bit too blurry.    You looked to the right and saw your best friend. His face was not a blurry mess of features that mouthed impersonal condolences, instead, it was a stony mask you knew he put on for the sake of his mother. From afar, no one could identify his emotions, but you, so attuned to his feelings over the many years you’ve had with him, could easily see he was this close to breaking down.    How could he not? After all, the dead body on display everyone dressed up in black for was his brother.    You patted his back and rested your hand there for a moment, trying to offer some sort of lingering support he could grasp onto while alone. You pushed your body to the pews next to your parents, who were staring concernedly at Jaemin's parents.    “I can’t imagine what it feels like, to lose a son. Especially in such circumstances…” your mother murmured while your father wrapped an arm around her shoulders.    You frowned and looked at Jaemin, finally settled down on a pew. He was hunched over with his forearms resting on his thighs, head down in deep thought. A bastardized version of the Thinker by Rodin, for all the wrong reasons. Jaemin, nowadays, seemed to always be in deep thought after he witnessed his brother drowning in the lake he so loved. You could never hold a proper conversation with him because he always murmured half-hearted replies that indicated his mind wasn’t all there at the moment. In fact, most of your interactions consisted of him crying into your shoulder.    It to see your best friend and crush of years hurting so badly and you wished desperately to fix whatever ached. You loved him for his bright and happy personality and everything in between. The tears in Jaemin’s eyes and the fine trembles in his hands put a physical pain on your heart.    You desperately wished Jaemin would be alright because if he wasn’t, you couldn’t.

   “Y/N! Look, you gotta come over to my house right now!” Jaemin spoke excitedly.    You stared at your phone in disbelief. Was the voice on the call really Na Jaemin, the boy who has been mourning his brother for the past few months? You haven’t heard him this excited in… forever.    “Of course! I’ll be over in 10!” you laughed confusedly as you pulled on a denim jacket and some sneakers.    As soon as you near his house, you could see Jaemin waving to you in the driveway, his neon orange sweatshirt a beacon in the early morning light. His eye bags were still present, as was his sallow and gaunt skin, but the gleam in his eyes was a recent addition. It contrasted greatly to the rest of his appearance.    “Yeah? I’m here?” you painted as you walked up to Jaemin. Man, you were out of shape.    “Look at this!” Jaemin exclaimed and pulled out… a skateboard?    You stared dumbly at the object; did Jaemin really make you sprint to his house so you could see a skateboard? Was the sudden turn in his demeanor all because of this painted, little, manufactured object?    Before you could respond, he set it down and sped down the driveway. Jaemin performed a neat little trick with you watching; he flipped the skateboard underneath his feet and hopped back on in a matter of a few seconds. You applauded, like any good friend would, but didn’t really get it until you looked into his face.    Jaemin’s face was something you thought would only be in the photo albums of the past. Childlike innocence blossomed on the apples of his cheeks, the wide grin on his lips, and in the look in his eyes. He was truly happy, the miserable shadow of his brother’s demise no longer lingering over his head.    A wide grin split your face at this revelation as you watched Jaemin perform a multitude of tricks for your viewing pleasure in the rising sunlight.

   “Y/N, meet my friends Jeno and Haechan! Guys, this is my best friend since birth, y/n,” Jaemin smiled shyly at you in the hallway of your high school.    You had heard of them.    Jeno and Haechan were part of a group of sorts that were generally known as… bad news, to say the least. There wasn’t a passing day where you didn’t hear their names not mentioned. You’ve seen their names spray-painted onto the walls of the school, or on the lockers of west hall. You’ve seen them running in the hallways, laughing crazily, and you’ve seen them rolling their eyes at a teacher trying to discipline them; you’ve seen them do everything they were not supposed to do.    “Hi!” you greeted, trying to give them the benefit of doubt. You gripped the strap of your bookbag a bit tighter and tapped your foot nervously into the linoleum tile beneath you.    “Hey.” They simultaneously greeted you, vaguely uninterested expressions on their faces. The pair of them leaned upon the neutral grey lockers, postures, indolent, screaming “I don’t really care and why am I here?”. Jeno’s intense eyes scanned the hallways distractedly, while Haechan pulled out his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants, orange hair flopping this and that way.    “They’re my skating buddies,” Jaemin said as he turned his gaze towards you, “and I know you’ve heard… things about them, but they’re pretty chill, okay?” he pleaded with you. You were touched by his trust in you, but you could not shake off this foreboding feeling you had.    At the mention of “things”, Jeno and Haechan smirked at each other, obviously sharing some sort of inside joke. You observed the interaction dazedly.    “Well, we gotta go do something now. See ya Y/N!” Jaemin warmly said to you as his friends pushed off the lockers and went past you without acknowledgment.    “Bye,” you murmured as you watched them stroll away, their silhouettes highlighted by the blazing mid-day sun.

   The unanswered texts displayed on your phone seemed to take pleasure in your discomfort. That was silly, however, phones couldn’t feel things. They couldn’t comfort you, couldn’t laugh, couldn’t be vindictive. However, the way things were at the moment, you sort of wished you could body-swap with the piece of metal in your hands.    Jaemin hadn’t responded in weeks to your texts.    At first, it was just a casual blow off that you understood completely; he couldn’t spend all his time with you, after all. Jaemin needed the resources to heal, and even if you thought those resources were no-good miscreants, Jaemin seemed to be happier and less miserable. But then, his excuses became more frequent until it came to the point you hadn’t seen his visage in weeks.    You slowly walked through the courtyard of your school, leaves fluttering all around your body. You had just left your club meeting for the day, pathetically holding out for the chance Jaemin might want to go to the convenience store with you. Of course, luck decided to turn its attention somewhere else.    Your ears pick up muffled laughs from somewhere. It seemed to come from one of the hidden alcoves and you curiously wanted to find out what it was. You gripped your book bag tightly and crept forward and peeked over the corner to see what it was.    7 or so boys were occupying various positions of the alcove, some sitting on the floor or leaning on the wall. However, they were all obscured by the clouds of smoke that came out of the corner.    Suddenly the smell hit you hard and fast, invading your nostrils and creeping through your olfactory senses.    Weed.    You had never taken drugs or anything like that before, but the smell of weed quickly became familiar to you as it wafted out of the bathrooms or janitor’s closets. Like any typical high school, the halls of your school were infected by a drug problem; asking for drugs was as typical as asking a neighbor for a pencil or a piece of notebook paper. You never wanted to take drugs, even if they were cool and normalized because they had consequences that could overreach high school.    The smoke partly cleared and then you could see Mark, the athletic junior, smirking as he took a swig from a beer bottle. Haechan, his bright orange hair attracting your attention immediately, was snickering as he elbowed Mark with a blunt in his hand. If Mark and Haechan were there, that meant…    Jaemin’s stupid neon yellow Supreme beanie sat atop its owner’s mussed brown hair as he sat, crisscrossed, on the ground, skateboard lying next to him. That beanie was a gift from his cousin that you both laughed at, because: spending $40 dollars on a knit hat made in China? Utterly ridiculous. Jaemin seemed to wear it more and more nowadays, however, until it became his identifying mark. Something to fit into the skater culture, you guessed.    Your best friend snorted and lifted a joint up to his mouth, lit it, and exhaled the smoke. His eyes fluttered shut as the high surged up and seeped into his brain, while you were utterly horrified.

   Today was one of the rare days you convinced Jaemin to hang out with you and steal him away from the drugged up crew he ran with. You both were at the playground, kicking your legs back and forth on the swingset. His skateboard lay on the grass near the support for the set. The playground, even though you were high schoolers, had always been the place you two hung out the talk about school or life.    But today, your normal comfortable atmosphere was replaced with something tense and awkward. The only sounds heard was a squeak of the metals chains moving and the occasional bird call.    You looked over at Jaemin, who was looking off into the distance. His face was bit gaunt, but not as bad as during the time his brother had just died, but thin enough to make a difference, especially to you. The ring on his finger glittered in the afternoon sun.        You frowned and looked closer. You had never seen him wearing a ring, recalling that he hated jewelry on his hands and fingers because they were too bothersome. It was a fairly expensive looking ring and you remembered it on display at the local mall. But wait: Jaemin’s family couldn’t afford such expensive things after just having a funeral, which you knew had taken a pretty penny out of their bank accounts. And he had just been to the mall a few days ago…    “Hey, Jaemin where did you get that ring? I thought you didn’t like rings.”    He focused his attention on you and looked at the ring on his pointer finger. He shrugged.    “Change of mind, I guess. And, uh, a gift from a friend— that’s where I got it.”    “From who?” you prodded, careful to keep your tone light and innocent so he wouldn’t catch onto your intentions.    “Uh… Mark, I think?”    You fixed him with an unbelieving stare and raised an eyebrow. Jaemin rolled his eyes and held up his hands.    “Fine, fine, you caught me. I stole it from that store at the mall, okay? No big deal.”    “No big deal? That’s a misdemeanor, Jaemin. Illegal stuff.” You snorted.    “So what? Are you gonna report me to the fucking police? Or maybe even that stupid hotline the school set up—what was it called? Anonymous Admission?” Jaemin said sharply, a cynical undertone to his words.    “I… no, I would never, it’s just… be careful okay? You might get into trouble, like serious trouble,” you demur. You could never report your crush, as wrong as it is, but you had literally exposed every secret, innocent to dirty, to each other. It was his choice… right?    “Sure,” Jaemin sarcastically said and checked his phone, clearly unbelieving of your warning.

   “Jaemin? Can I change the music?”    He let out a grunt, eyes still focused on the road in front of him. Jaemin had, surprisingly, agreed to give you a ride home in his shitty Toyota Corolla that was older than both of you. Its seats were worn and tearing at the seams, while the windows still required a manual cranking of the pump for it to go up or down. Hell, it even required a radio antenna to be screwed in to get the local stations to play, but it had unfortunately gone missing so you were stuck with the cd player.    As soon as he had given you a go-ahead, you had clicked open the glove compartment in search of your favorite Fall Out Boy album, Folie A Deux A MASTERPIECE. While digging through his crappy screamo music that you hated, something soft and plastic-y touched your hands. You grasped onto it and pulled it out.    There, innocently grasped between your forefinger and thumb, was a bag of heroin. 3 by 7 inches, filled to the brim with white powder and sealed with some tape.    “Jaemin?”    “What?”    “What the actual fuck is this?” you drew out angrily.    Jaemin took his gaze momentarily off the windshield and looked at the object in your hands.    “Oh, it’s just my fix for the week. I thought you were asking about the new Black Veil album I just got.”    You sputtered a bit at his nonchalance.    “This is fucking heroin! Jaemin I was fine with weed and your vape but there has gotta be limits, dude, and this is not in them!”    He rolled his eyes, which he seemed to be doing a lot of nowadays towards you.    “Lay off it, will you? Stop being such a hardass; it isn’t an attractive look.”    It stung a bit, not going to lie, hearing your crush say you weren’t attractive. “Well, I’m about to be hella ugly right now! Jaemin this isn’t fucking okay!”    He kept silent.    “This is the last straw! I’ve had it with your drugs and stealing and alcohol! You need to fucking stop or I’m gonna tell your mom!”    His eyes darted towards you, an angry light in them.    “You wouldn’t dare!”    “Yes, I fucking would! I’m your goddamn best friend!”    “Shut the fuck up and just butt out okay?    “I won’t!”    “Fuck off, y/n! You’re nagging at me for everything little fucking thing I do! I just wanna have some goddamn fun! Can you stop being annoying for like 1 fucking second and just let me be? God, you’re so irritating!” Jaemin gritted his teeth and ran a hand through his brown hair.    You had frozen, every argument your head fleeing like it had been sucked out by a vacuum. His words gripped your heart and squeezed and squeezed until it felt like you were choking. Tears gathered at the edge of your eyes but you stayed silent and looked down on your lap.    A few tense seconds later, you slam forward as his car suddenly jerks to a halt.    “Get out and leave me the fuck alone,” Jaemin spoke, his message delivered frostily. The bite and serious intent in his tone meant Jaemin was dead serious.    “Fine,” you whisper, as you slam the crappy car door shut and sprint to your front door,  restrained tears finally being let loose.

   Life was a bit less stressful, you thought when Jaemin wasn’t in it.    You weren’t constantly worried about whether he had gotten high or got blackout drunk somewhere, or whether he had stolen something. You weren’t worried about whether he crashed his car or whether he got home safely.    Also, on the plus side, you didn’t have to deal with the heartache of unrequited love. The time away from him let you focus more…    Who were you kidding?    You were always worried about Jaemin slumped unconscious in an alleyway or if he got caught by the police. You always wondered if he got home safely and whether he completed his bio assignment because he was failing that class and he could really use an A. You wanted him to be at home and safe and warm.    You completely loved Jaemin and it hurt like hell.    It felt a bit silly at times. Who were to say you were in love? You were just a high school sophomore; and those rarely worked out. And even so, why did you have a crush on a guy who was never going to love you back and never wanted you to do so?    Why, indeed.    The TV in the background buzzed like static in the recesses of your mind, your movements growing repetitive and robotic as you went through the motions of slicing your fruits. Nowadays you were always distracted, whether it be in class or in your bedroom or on the bus. Jaemin was like a fucking itch that couldn’t be scratched no matter how hard you tried.    Heavy knocks pounded on your front door, resonating through your empty house like gunshots. Your heartbeat sped up as you set down the knife and wipe your hands on your jeans. You flicked the dim kitchen light off and silenced the TV, and padded silently down the hallway to your door. You tiptoe to reach the eye hole and you see a figure in a white jacket and black skinny jeans slumped on the wall next to the doorway.    “Jaemin?” you whisper in disbelief.    “Y/n!” Jaemin slurs as he pushed himself off the brick wall.    “I missed youuuu,” Jaemin grins, a big, toothy open-mouthed smile that you hadn’t seen forever. It was like a hole in a beaver dam because memories and feelings suddenly poured out uncontrollably. You remember splashing him with water in your front yard, and 5 years old him smiling gleefully as he got you back for your prank. Rollercoasters and pillow forts and cringy bedroom karaoke sessions all came rushing to the forefront of your conscious, almost drowning you in melancholic nostalgia, but you quickly shake it off.    “Um, let’s go inside okay?” you said, worried about the neighbors complaining about the suspicious activity happening in your doorway.    “Yay! Pillow fort time!” he exclaimed deliriously as you pull him in by his arm.    “Yeah, yeah, fort time,” you assure as you guide him towards the guest bedroom.    He mumbled several incoherent things as you slowly dragged him through your house, the tone of his speech turning more miserable the longer it went on. He no longer sounded high, so you knew for sure he was drunk.    His head lolled on your shoulder so his forehead rested on your shoulder.    “W-what am I doin’? I dunno anymore, I dunno…” he mumbled.    You could hear him clearly now, his speech no longer the garbled mess it was from far away.    “Pills... so bad, but I… I wan’ more and stealin’ is fun and all bu’ it-it wear s off…”    Your heart breaks hearing his inner conflict.    “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you soothe, patting his back and rubbing it.    “I wan’ it ta stop, I wan’ it ta stop” he repeated even as you took off his denim jacket and Chuck Taylors.    When you properly tuck him and turn off the lights, a whisper catches your attention.    “I wan’ y/n…” Jaemin mumbles against the pillowcase.

   Usually, you would hit snooze on your alarm on the weekends but today you made sure to get up bright and early and on time. You padded on down to the kitchen and quickly whip up a heavy breakfast for Jaemin, who was sure to be hungry and hungover as soon as he woke up. Balancing the tray with both hands, you quietly kick open the door to the guest room.    Tangled in the patchwork quilt was your best friend (Ex bff? Crush? Who knew.), snoring quietly, his face relaxed and relieved of stress.    “Jaemin? Jaemin!”    The boy sleepily gets up, rubbing his head and tussling up his messy brown hair even more.    “Morning,” you hesitantly say, to which he hums in greeting to.    You set down the food carefully and give him some aspirin pills, which he downs as soon as he gets it.    “Do… Do you wanna talk about it?” you ask while giving him the spoon and fork.    He snatches them from your hands and snarls, “I don’t need your fucking pity.”    CRASH!    Concern quickly morphs into rage as you fling the orange juice glass in your hands at the wall above the headboard. It shatters into a million glass shards, orange juice splattering on the wall and pulp flying everywhere. The pent-up rage and anger you held for his treatment of not only you but at himself surfaced like fireworks. You were angry at him for disregarding your feelings at him, angry that Jaemin was an outright bastard; angry that he didn’t care.    “It’s not fucking pity, look at you! You’re destroying yourself and I’m forced to watch from the sidelines, Jaemin! What happens if I do leave you alone, huh? Will I watch the news one day and see you get arrested for stealing? Will I wake up to your mother crying that you overdosed on heroin and died in a goddamn parking lot? What the fuck will happen, Jaemin, huh?” you scream, throat raw by the end of your tirade.    He stared wide-eyed at you, very much awake. The hangover was shaken off quickly after his near death experience with the destroyed glass cup, and soberness quickly shot through him like an injection. Jaemin processed the words robotically, piecing them together in his mind but they still wouldn’t make sense.    “You’re… you’re my fucking best friend, Jaemin. Yeah, I know I'm uncool and we don’t have the same interests anymore but… fuck, let me love you.”    Too flustered to even comprehend what you had just unknowingly admitted, you turned back sharply on your heel and fled. You slam the door to your room shut, while Jaemin does nothing.    Your wide eyes filled with tears and heartbreaking confession lingered in Jaemin’s painfully, like when you stared at the sun too long and the light lingered in your vision too long.    He never wanted to hurt you. He loved you too much, and even if he knew you were never going to reciprocate his feelings, he still wanted you to be safe and happy. He never meant to explode on you in his car that one afternoon; too many things built up, his brother’s death and drugs and grades pounding at his head like a power drill. When everything was said and done, Jaemin slowly processed his words and almost crashed his car, angry at his stupidity. But like the coward he was, he never came back to you, even if he saw you in the hallways eternally sad and all he wanted was to hug you but he never came.    Enough was enough.    Jaemin ripped off the quilt, looked at his disgusting clothes still permeated with the smell of weed and alcohol, and banged on your door.    “Y/n! Let me in!”    No response.    “Y/n!”    Dead silence.    Jaemin kicked the wall in anger (leaving a slight scuff on it) and ran his hands through his hair.    “You know what, fine! I’ll just make my fucking stand out here,” Jaemin shouted and slumped against the door.    “I’m… sorry, okay? I should’ve… should’ve never talked to you like that. Even if I was angry and mad…  I should’ve never told you were annoying. At the time I couldn’t was everything was just piling up on me, you know? It’s not an excuse, but it’s just why.”    “I honest to god love skateboarding; I didn’t feel my brother’s... you know, so harshly when I was doing I. But I quickly realized that I got involved in the wrong crowd when Jeno handed me my first blunt in an abandoned parking lot. You… you were right but I was too stubborn to admit and I just ended up getting too deep, and I thought, hell, I might as well enjoy it. I didn’t have to care anymore, so everything was alright and I could just have fun with Mark and Renjun and everybody. I didn’t want to let go and I just ended up pushing you away, the person… the person I loved most.”    It was silent for a few moments until he could hear your sniffling and muffled footsteps. He stood up quickly as the door creaked open and your eyes peeked out from the crack. Jaemin pushed open the door and took you in his arms as you let out some sobs in his shoulder. He rubbed your back softly, and conveyed through his body language he was supremely sorry.    “I’m glad you let me in,” he spoke after a few seconds of silence. “If you weren’t I was going to scale up your wall to your window.”    You laughed and he could feel your body shaking with your laughter.    “You… you’re going to stop, right?” you asked.    “Yeah.”

   “For you.”

[rambling-at-midnight]

Hacked: Part 7

You’re cruising around the clearing for the third time when you notice that Pom’s on your laptop. “Dude!” you protest, swinging your body around and cruising down to see her.

She looks up, waving a hand at you. “In a sec. I’m trying to find something on your target. Have you tried regular Google searches and pulled up the deleted links that were there at one point?”

You stop in midair, staring at her.

“I know, I’m a genius,” she smirks. “Now, I’m going to try to shoot you. Try to be as erratic and unpredictable as you can.”

“That’s not fair!” you protest, half-convinced she’s joking. She’s not actually going to shoot you, right? “You’re an amazing shot! You’re going to kill me!”

“Pellet gun,” she adds and you relax. Pellets hurt significantly less than actual bullets, as surprising as that is, and more importantly, they’re not lethal. “Five seconds head start,” Pom states, then, “Five… four…”

You yelp and start to dodge and weave through the air, doing somersaults that disorientate you, and at one point it takes so long for your board to stabilize it grazes the ground. Once that happens, you’re tackled out of the air by a smaller figure.

“Ouch,” you groan after rolling on the ground a few times. The board hadn’t unstuck your feet and now your feet are kicked above you, you being on your stomach on the ground, almost like those relaxed beach photos you sometimes see, but the board is pretty heavy and dipping closer to your back every second. You let it hit it.

“You’re dead!” Juna says gleefully, making a gun with her hands and exclaiming, “Pew-pew!”

Peter’s eyes had widened when the girl on the board had started her impressive aerial show, but what worried him was the girl with the dark hair with what looked like a gun shooting at you. The more he examines Dark Hair, the more she looks like Motorcycle Girl. He’d winced when Boardie had done a somersault and the board hadn’t stabilized in time, leaving her plummeting to the ground, and hadn’t had time to relax after she’d pulled herself up before Blondie, who’d been chasing after her, had tackled her. Peter once went skiing and had fallen down, and he knows how uncomfortable it is to fall with long boards attached to your feet—he’d nearly twisted his ankle one time—and her board doesn’t look any more comfortable to roll around with.

Dark Hair shouts something to Boardie, the sound traveling to Peter, but he can’t make out the words exactly. Boardie gets up, talking to Blondie, who scampers back to Dark Hair, before floating up a few feet into the air. She then tilts forward, bring her head to her knees and flinging the board around in a circle before standing up straight. Her flipping technique is perfect. She’s obviously had a lot of practice. After a few more, Boardie just coasts, swerving back and forth and up and down like she is actually on a skateboard in a skate park.

Blondie shouts something and Boardie waves before crouching to tap her board and leaving it to hover in the air. She steadies herself on the ground before doing a front flip, staggering a bit when she lands before raising her fists in the air triumphantly. Peter relaxes again, having tensed up after Dark Hair had pulled out a gun. It must have been a pellet or airsoft gun. This is just three girls having fun and messing around in a clearing near a cabin in the woods, albeit with a hoverboard technology Peter’s never seen before. He really does need to get back to Aunt May’s in a bit, but he’ll scout around a bit more, just to make absolutely sure there’s no bombs around.

“Karen, can you send an eavesdropping bug over there? I want to hear what the dark-haired girl is saying,” Peter asks. Dark Hair is talking to Boardie, who keeps looking over her shoulder at Blondie, who’s holding a cat in her arms as she walks nearly directly in front of where Peter is.

“Sure, Peter,” Karen replies.

“After that, can you run a scan for any explosives?” he inquires, focusing back on Boardie and Dark Hair. Boardie’s sitting on her board, which is hovering, completely still, as she talks to Dark Hair. Dark Hair is gesturing with her hands as she talks.

Once the eavesdropping bug is close enough, it starts to project the conversation the two girls are having.

“—through the woods,” it looks like Dark Hair is saying. She definitely sounds like Motorcycle Girl, but Peter can’t be sure. “We’re working on reflexes here, so don’t be upset if you hit a tree. You don’t have to go too fast, either. I think I found something, so I’ll work on recovering it. Once you get too beat up, I’ll show you what I find.”

Boardie nods and mutters, “Fuck you,” before hopping to her feet on the board and cruising over to the edge of the forest. The voice is a bit crackly after being projected through the bug, but Peter’s heart stops for a moment when he thinks that it sounds a bit like you, but that’s ridiculous. You have a job right now. Peter knows; Ned told him you always work at a farm around this time and that you never, ever skip a shift.

Peter jumps from branch to branch closer to Boardie, curious as to what she’s doing. Suddenly, there is a crash a little bit away and a muffled curse. Peter creeps closer, just in case she needs any help. He can hear her standing up, though. Boardie comes into his range of vision, swerving through the tree trunks as quickly as she can.

‘Working on reflexes,’ Peter remembers Dark Hair saying, but he can’t think of a reason why someone would need to work on their reflexes by cruising through a forest on a hoverboard. As he’s watching, Boardie smacks her head into a low-hanging branch she’d probably not noticed due to concentrating on the trees. Her body leans backwards, arms waving, and the board stops quickly. Boardie’s body is hanging off the board save for her feet up to her knees. She mutters, probably more curses, but Peter retreats so she won’t see his red and blue suit in the green leaves.

Peter calls back the eavesdropping bug and contemplates calling back the tracker but it’s buggy anyway; the motorcycle isn’t here, so he doesn’t bother. He wants to wait until Boardie gets back until he leaves, just in case she needs help, like maybe she knocked herself out with a tree, but eventually Boardie makes it back into the clearing and flops down next to Dark Hair. Peter leaves the three girls and swings back his place to work on homework.

The next day at school, you have a huge bruise on your forehead from smacking your head into a low-hanging branch, but you lie and tell Michelle that a book fell out of a cabinet and smacked you in the head. When Ned and Peter see you, Peter’s eyes widen nearly comically and he rushes over to ask you stutteringly what happened to your forehead.

You repeat the lie, cursing the butterflies in your stomach when you see his wide, earnest eyes and fluffy curls. He’s so adorable it makes your chest ache. Of course, you don’t like him. It’s just that he’s not being a jerk and seems to care about what happened to you, which even your mom doesn’t do. She’d noticed your head and started yelling at you about being careful, which seemed a lot like she wasn’t worried about you, only not having to pay for hospital bills. She’s getting worse; her skin looks shrunken over her bones now.

“L-looks like it hurts,” he mumbles, staring at his feet.

“It’s definitely worse than it looks,” you say quietly, staring at the ground, before shooting a desperate glance at Michelle. She understands what you’re trying to say and steps in to change the topic. Luckily, the boys don’t notice the obvious tactic and respond to MJ’s question about the Decathlon team enthusiastically.

You don’t notice the calculating glances Peter shoots you. You’d answered his question easily and, at least it seemed, honestly, but yesterday Boardie had also hit her head and she had your hair and had at least sounded a bit like you. It seems a little bit suspicious. Of course, he doesn’t want to think that you lied to them, and about something so trivial.

Worry for you had made him forget about how smitten he is with you for a little while, but when MJ asks him a question and he can feel your eyes on him, Peter can barely form a sentence, turning beet red. Seemingly knowing that he’s nervous, you turn your gaze to Ned, which helps Peter answer quietly.

“Dude,” Ned says quietly, nudging Peter. Peter is mortified and he can feel tears pricking in his eyes at how utterly hopeless he is.

“I’ve go-go-gotta go,” he blurts out, turning on his heel and practically sprinting away from you and Michelle. Ned struggles to keep up with him.

“Dude, wait up!” his friend calls. Peter keeps going until he turns a corner and then he whirls around, angry tears threatening to fall down his face.

“I’m such a fucking loser,” he hisses angrily. “I can’t even talk to her!”

“It’s okay,” Ned soothes. “She understands, I think; she looked away from you while you were speaking. It’s okay to get flustered. Did you see her face when you were coming over? And she couldn’t look you in the eyes either; you both are way too shy for your own good.” He doesn’t mention the fact that you’d thought Peter hated you until recently.

Peter just shakes his head. “You’re just trying to make me feel better. She wouldn’t like me, she’s way out of my league.”

“You can’t say that!” Ned protests. “She’s a nerd, just like you!”

“A nerd who plays lacrosse and doesn’t pay attention during classes,” Peter reminds Ned. You’re not really a nerd, you’re a lacrosse jock, and jocks look down on nerds. It’s how high school works.

“A nerd who plays lacrosse, doesn’t pay attention during classes, is obsessed with Harry Potter, has watched Star Wars, and reads about a book every day,” Ned contradicts. “And she turns red when she’s talking to you, too. Trust me. She likes you at least a little bit.”

Peter sighs and shakes his head, indicating he’s done with the conversation.

“So is anything going on with Spider-man recently?” Ned asks, only too happy to change the topic.

“Oh, yeah,” Peter replies, trying to get his mind off of you. “I think my tracker is bugging out, but I’m gonna ask Mr. Stark about it after the whole court thing dies down.”

“How so?” Ned asks and Peter delves into the story, telling him all about Motorcycle Girl, the tracker, and how it’d said there was bombs, but he’d shown up and all that there was was a suspicious hoverboard and three girls.

[starryseo]

youtuber!felix

only 2 more left after this

im sad

also,,, warning,, a bit of swearing in this oneeee

Chan | Woojin | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Jisung | FELIX | Seungmin | Jeongin

without further ado

lee yongbok felix!!!!!!!!!! idk a yongbok

ok so felix totally watches buzzfeed unsolved

im sorry i was watching that b4 writing this

and he unironically quotes the guys on there

refers to the rest of the sk guys as demons bc he’s always saying “hey demons, it’s me… ya boi” #GottaLoveShane’sSkepticAss

does a lot of research into the haunted/ paranormal stuff and has dragged hyunjin on his hunt for haunted places

kinda hard to find some places bc they’re barricaded and he doesn’t wanna break the law by breaking in :’))

plus his parents would probably not let him stay overnight at a haunted place

but he tries his best to go during the day to, like, a haunted house or something

along with being a supernatural fanatic

he makes videos on conspiracy theories

all. the. time.

deffo the type to cover his laptop/ desktop camera bc the government are watching lmfao i do this too

also deffo believes in shit like the illuminati and men in black i doooo

in some of his videos you can see his room

he’s sooo got pictures, newspaper articles and shiz like that on his wall

and the typical red string tying different pictures and articles together

he’s,,,, really,,,,,, into this kinda stuff

alongside that

he’s obviously into memes

so in his videos he’ll have trashy Comic Sans comments

y’know how WillNE used to have in his videos? like that.

is also really into those theories relating the disney princesses together bc damn those are actually cool

[cyanide voice] DID YOU KNOW… elsa & anna’s parents are also tarzan’s parents????? [just a theory bUT IT MAKES SENSE OKAY]

y’know those parkour videos i keep mentioning

bringing it back real quick

one time felix was skateboarding by some lil’ lake

and he tried doing a trick but he almost fell in

and he let out the most girly scream ever and changbin was dYING

thankfully he didn’t fall in,,,,

but then he tried it again and he fell half in and changbin lost it. he. could. not. stop. laughing.

felix was just like “bro <\3″

even jisung was laughing,,, he almost dropped the camera,,, but luckily he didn’t and he managed to get felix’s scream recorded

felix actually wasn’t too mad about that

he made a meme out of it?? like why???

y’know that one meme that uses Bag Raiders - Shooting Stars as background music [the song fyi - if you dont know what im talking about; use earplugs & low volume!!! there is swearing after the 1st so watch out]

and he managed to cut a picture (of himself) from jisung’s video as he was falling

and he moves it so he’s falling through loads of different things and ends up falling through space that escalated quickly

that was a crappy explanation but watch that video and you should understand

so yeah

he’s a bit crazy :)

it’s ok tho bc he’s funny

he also does vlogs

you can imagine how active and crazy he is in those

& he’s literally always screaming in those

someone get him to chill pls

he and chan will speak english and use australian slang in the vlogs

and 1) comments overflow with how cool they sound

but 2) the other guys just go ughhhhh and start speaking korean really fast so they cant understand - or, well, felix mainly, can’t understand

or c) they’ll chat shit about chan and felix slowly so they understand and are like hey ://

it’s all banter dw

he watched jisung’s make-up w/ my minho thing right

and tried doing that too

but with changbin

obviously he didn’t tell changbin what he was gonna do

but when changbin got there

and felix got him to sit at the table rather than where his game console was he was suspicious

when felix came out of his room with make-up

you bet your butt changbin got outta that chair and ran

felix was just like “wow… i got jisung’s make-up and everything and he up and left :(((”

that didn’t stop him tho lmao

he had already set up a camera to record in that room

so he just got that camera, put it on the table

and recorded himself doing his own make-up

it was going decently until he got the eyeliner

and started doing it around his eyes

and then he found inspiration in Big Daddy’s (from Kick Ass) eye make-up [fyi]

yeah after that he kinda just fcked up his own face

but he was so proud of it

bless

he took a pic of himself and sent it to the sk group chat like “this is what you missed out on, binnie”

changbin: so not much then, yh?

felix: im breaking up w/ u

changbin: finally

as revenge for that bad changlix break-up

he gathered the ‘00 line [SQUAD ROLL OUTTTTTTT]

and they planned to get revenge on changbin

so on a saturday when they knew changbin was gonna be sleeping till like midday

(because he was up all night gaming the idiot)

they came to his house early

and got the make-up kit ready lmfao

seungmin held the camera

whilst hyunjin blended like 5 different shades of lipstick

jisung put concealer, blush and bronzer on him (God knows how some ended up in his hair but whatever)

and felix did the eyeshadow and eyeliner

just to feel a little rebellious

jisung let seungmin do the highlight

omg bad boy!seugming im deadddd

but then jisung accidentally sneezed and everyone was like SHIT and froze

they waited like 5 seconds until they heard changbin mumble “what the fuck…”

and then his eyes opened

and he was like “what the hell are you guys doing here?”

and hyunjin just smilled, discreetly hiding the lipstick he was currently holding behind his back

“ah,, we just came over to wake you up!!”

changbin was having none of that shit and he was like

changbin: “why is seungmin holding a camera then?? and jisung’s literally got something in his hand”

changbin: “jisung,,,,, is that… make-up?? you fcking did not”

felix: “RUN!!!!!!!!”

seungmin managed to get a clear shot of changbin’s pissed off face before they goT THE HELL OUTTA THEREEEEEEE

changbin flew straight up and chased them 

but unfortunately they got outta the house just in time

and he wasn’t about to dash out of his house in his pj’s

imagine if seungmin had forgotten to actually start the video holy shittt lmfao

he remembered dw

anyways they got back to felix’s house and he immediately started editing the video

he managed to get a picture of changbin’s final pissed off face before they ran

he sent that to the group chat

and all the guys made that their youtube profile pictures it was HILARIOUS

whilst i’m on the topic of ‘00 line

they have killer gaming matches

and felix lives to troll people

he doesn’t limit himself to just annoying the other ‘00 guys

nah that’s too basic

he’ll troll anyone on his team

he’s blocked so many people from getting through doors

or blocked them in one corner

and he can sometimes hear them swearing and shouting to move the fck away dude!!!

and he deadass just laughs over the mic

he’s gotten a lot of people killed that way 

(including himself lmao)

he still somehow managed to not be last on the scoreboard??

he plays really well actually

but he never misses an opportunity to troll

he gets a lot of hate messages from people online like “dude wtf why’d you do that”

and he’s just like “y not bro <3″

so yeah

although he loves trolling and annoying as many people as he can

he loves the sk guys

and he’d do anything for them

he can get real cheesy at times

making edits of them all dramatically falling in love with him

like he cut a clip of woojin saying “i love merigues!” and “felix keeps messaging me, should i just block him” from his cooking videos

and merged them to get “i love felix!”

and then he played that behind a clip of woojin just talking into the camera so it looked realistic enough

and he sent that to the group chat like “changbin wHO? i only know a kim woojin <3 love you bby <3″

everyone knows he edited that but they still mock woojin anyway

and changbin literally just said “good luck with him woojin, he’s insane”

back to the sentimental ending:

he loves the guys & they love his annoying ass too

knows that even tho he annoys them to the extreme a lot

he can trust them and they’ll help him with whatever

they’re like his home away from home and he loves it so much

his desktop picture is a rlly cute pic of them all together, completely unedited and unfelixified

he loves it

whoa that was long. 2?? updates in a day?? damn im on a roll :)) 

i got a coupla requests for boyfriend texts w/ some stray kids members

like damn after this,,, a,,, bf stray kids thing??? idkkkkkk ?????????? so many series, so little timeeee

anyways thanks 4 reading :) <3