#or maybe I’m just stating the obvious but I got excited so yeah

[quackarl]

MCYT HAVING A CRUSH • HEADCANONS

A/N: I write for Foolish and Punz now too, everybody cheered! Here’s some (really specific, too!) headcanons on how they would act when reaaallyyy crushing on someone… Any way, please keep sending me requests! May take a while for me to write them, but hey, I’ve been feeling really excited about writing lately 🫶🏻 My next, or one of my next, uploads will be a full-length little fiction piece of Dream having a crush, sooo we’ll continue with this crush theme… 👀

DREAM:

If you were a streamer yourself, he’d definitely gift subs on each stream of yours. Let’s be real, he wouldn’t settle for 20 gifted subs, make it a 100. Sometimes he’d donate and attach messages with them such as “hey nice stream you got there” or just straight up “(sugar) daddy dream is here”. UM, RIP CHAT. AM I RIGHT? Knowing him, it’d be an unnecessarily large amount of money, but he just wants to see the stunned look on your face and hear you thank and praise him for his generosity like no other. Man’s smiling so hard at himself and feeling a little prideful for being able to spoil you like that, in front of thousands of people watching too, and thinking if only he could spoil you as more than a friend.

Giving you piggyback rides! Or more like demanding to give you piggyback rides… Dream would give off such cocky energy when he’d get to carry you on his back, though. Like you were royalty and he was your carriage. I can just imagine him walking around piggybacking you and someone asking him for a favor, to which he’d reply “I’d love to but I’m kinda busy here, and my hands are kinda full so…” and gesture at you on his back and his hands supporting you. You’d hurrily try to climb off of him, to which he’d just yelp a little “no!” and then proceed to throw you a reassuring smile over his shoulder, silently telling you he likes having you so close to him.

Yeah so, those little acts of service are it for him. He’d feel the urge to spoil you, as stated before, and this side of him would strongly come out if you ever were to shop with him around. If you ever wanted to even look at an item, you better do it quick and not let him see. Because the moment he sees you looking a little too hard at or twiddle with something you’re considering buying, he strides over to you and starts asking “you want it? ‘Cause if you want it, it’s yours” and you can already see him taking out his credit card. And before he even gives you time to think, he has already bought it for you. Damn, he’d buy the whole store for you in a heartbeat if you asked. So, better not even joke about it to him…

You know the really cheesy move guys pull when they yawn and stretch and lift up their arm and then put it over their crushes’ shoulder? I feel like Dream would be so guilty of attempting that, successfully attempting that. He’d make it super playful though, he doesn’t want to scare you away, in case you wouldn’t feel the same way about him. After successfully getting his arm around you, he’d blissfully sigh “ah! This is nice, or what?”

He’d make playlists, for himself. And they’d be public for everyone to see. Nothing weird about that, right? Or at least at first, there was nothing exceptional about them, or so did everyone thought, until later a few fans pointed it out that, maybe coincidentally, the first letters of each track spelt out your name. Totally not a coincidence for Dream, even though that’s what he tells to the curious public: it’s all a coincidence. He wouldn’t be afraid to make his crush on you obvious to the world. Because no one would know just how serious he was about it, instead he’d just play it off as playful banter between two close friends. It’d be just for him to know that he did it out of true affection. Maybe someday for you to know as well, he hopes. But for now, he settles for playing it cool and laughing off the people online freaking out.

Even more of being close to you. Like in forms of giving you massages. Yep. He’d sneak up behind you and just start massaging your shoulders. In a totally friendly way. Or so he hopes it seems like, because again, he doesn’t want to scare you away. So a friendly massage. And who are you to turn down a free massage? And so he’s massaging away and relishing in getting to be close to you again. He’d get super into it though and probably make a few dramatic “Ohh! Ahh! Oh yeah!” sound effects of his own. He’d ask you then “you feel good now?” You know damn well that Sapnap would fight the urge to ask Dream does he like making you feel good.

SAPNAP:

Congrats, now that he’s (still secretly) hardcore crushing on you big time, you have a hype man of your own (that’s him). If it came to video games and watching you play them, he’d (sometimes lewdly) comment on every move you’d make in the game, such as “you’re so fucking good at that. You know what being around a good player, who’s also hot, does to me”, he’d scream “YEAH!” a little too loud whenever you’d win. Others hearing it will point out his constant praise with a “yeah, we get it already” to which he’d mumble a quiet “shut up” and bite back a smile. Like Dream, he just wants to like you loud and proud, but not give it away that he’s actually being serious and doing more than just platonic flirting. He also finds you being skilled attractive, no matter how small the said skill is. Even when it comes to mundane things, he’s still rooting for you. It could be something as simple as cooking with him and his need to praise you would get triggered by something as simple as you working a blender perfectly. Yeah… He cheers and claps when you’re done blending and then explains himself when you question what got him so excited, “n-no, nothing, it’s just that, that can be pretty tough, y’know? Especially avoiding spillage. Dream usually doesn’t know how to do it the right way so-“ “Yes, I do!” Dream would interrupt and yell from the living room. Sapnap just hopes he shuts up so he doesn’t blow his cover. He knows that Dream knows damn well how to use the blender, but in his eyes you’re just superior at everything, so even if it takes throwing Dream under the bus to make you feel superior, he’ll do it.

Okay, so, he loves praising you but he also likes hearing you praise him. He’d trick you into it though by asking you questions such as “don’t I just look so good today?” or “do you like this new hoodie I bought?” You’d have no choice than to agree and tell him that yes, he looks nice. It literally has him falling asleep with a smile on his face that night, wishing that the more you tell him that, the more you’ll also convince yourself that he is indeed pretty cute, and hot, and handsome, and all that. He’d do anything to convince you that he’s the most handsome thing you’ll ever see. 

God help him if you’d ever talk to him about someone other than him, any other guy. Yeah, his heart would break a little, but it’d also make him super competitive and, well, petty as hell. You could even harmlessly compliment Karl and he’d instantly get into a “but I’m better” mood. And that’s also exactly what he’d ask you, “but he’s not as cute as me, right?” You’d be taken back a little and tell him that “I think there’s no reason for that,” which should be enough to reassure him and his petty mood, but he’d just pout and grunt back “we’ll see about that.” He can’t sometimes stand anyone else than him hearing those compliments from you, especially if he was in a grumpy mood to begin with. Talking about compliments, he’d also learn any skill just to impress you. And to be better than everyone else. Simp behavior…

He’d also be sooo whiny. He’d use that whiny tone to convince you. Trying to convince you to stay over at his house for a little longer. Or trying to convince you in voice call to play one more round of a game with him on stream when you’d have million of other important things to do instead. He’d talk in that tone only for you, but he wouldn’t really care if others heard him. Usually if any of the boys would hear him, they’d definitely gag at his sweet talk. All in good fun, of course. If you were to deny him and his attempt to get you to join his team for just one more round, he wouldn’t stop whining for the majority of the stream nor the call. 30 minutes later and you can still occasionally hear his voice whining, “whyyyyy? But why would you say ‘no’? Pleaseeeee....” aaand cue to Karl gagging. 

Sapnap would be so slick when it comes to spending more time with you, or initiating to spend more time with you. He’d ask you “hey, do you remember when we went to that arcade?” and you’d be a mess of confusion because, you have never been to an arcade with him, so you’d tell him with a nervous laughter “no? I don’t think that ever happened” to which he’d smirk at you and say “well, should we make it happen?” And that’s how he took to you an arcade. And to many other places. He pretends they’re dates. But shh, that’s a secret. He wouldn’t want to ruin a great friendship. He just hopes you like the slick ones if he ever was to ruin it.

Letting you borrow his hoodie and then claiming that you can keep it when you try to give it back to him? YES. This actually would happen with a couple of his hoodies. Very gentleman-y of him. You wouldn’t even have time to finish your sentence about how cold it is outside, when he already is handing you his hoodie. You’d go through the bickering back and forth of him insisting that you put it on and that he’ll be fine without it, that he’s not cold at all, and you telling him that he doesn’t need to give it to you. He knows he doesn’t, but he wants to. So let him, please. Let him enjoy the cute view (he secretly enjoys) of you in his clothes. Later on he then tells you to “just keep it”, because he has ‘plenty of hoodies anyway.’ Oh boy, he just hopes you wear it around him sometime…

Sooo quick to defend you. Sometimes it’d be a little unnecessary how strongly he’d react, but he feels that it’s now (that he’s absolutely smitten by you) in his blood to defend and protect you from anything that could make you feel bad about yourself. It could be something as simple as someone pointing out that you bite your nails as a bad habit and Sapnap would open his mouth and tell them “bro, stop. Leave them alone.” Everyone would be a little stunned and tell him to calm down, to which he’d mutter “yeah, whatever”, but no, he wouldn’t let himself calm down just yet. For the remaining of the day he’s on high alert, ready to defend you some more.

GEORGE:

My God, he’d get so giggly and blushy around you. He’d definitely argue back that no, he doesn’t, but he does. Just hearing you laugh, he’d start laughing and giggling along, even when he’d have no clue what’s so funny and what exactly it is that you’re laughing at. And the blushing! If anyone was to point out the blush on his cheeks, he’d just shake his head, roll his eyes and assure that no, his face is not red (while he is visibly red). At his weakest, he wouldn’t even be able to look at your way without blushing. How much longer exactly will he be able to hide his feelings like that?

Sometimes when he’d feel extremely bold and brave, he’d take things to Twitter. Or someone would do it for him. What I mean is that, George would look up or come across a video of let’s say, two cats cuddling or kissing, or whatsoever, and tag you and tweet “Me and you?” Twitter has a meltdown. Meltdown is an understatement. Maybe he’d get cold feet almost immediately and delete it before too many people would see it. (Too bad that there’ll still be hundreds of screenshots of it.) Sometimes someone else like Sapnap would instead tag you and George in a similar tweet and say “this @y/n and @GeorgeNotFound???” Yeah, you may be blind to the massive crush George has on you, but Sapnap isn’t…

Filming totally pointless TikToks with him... Yeah, they’re pointless and it’s his ideas that usually are just causing confusion amongst anyone watching them. There’s no plot, just vibes. But he can’t ignore how happy and comfortable he feels with you even on camera, even when you’re doing some stupid TikTok dances. And in a way, he also gets to show off your friendship, he wishes it was more than friendship, to the world. So yeah, most of the time they were spontaneous clips that we’re just filmed in the heat of the moment, a little humorous, definitely chaotic. What anyone watching would see on the screen is just two friends hanging out and having fun, but it’s totally different from what he feels. And he totally plays them back and watches them alone afterwards, smiling at his phone, smiling at you on his screen. And then checking you out a little bit too, “wow…”

Sure, he’s able to gently joke around with you, but then somehow end up feeling a little bad for it. He could offer you a snack and ask you “you want this?” and when you’d say yes, instead of feeding it to you, he’d instead eat it himself and laugh at you “hah! You can’t have it!” Soon he’d start feeling bad for you, even though there definitely was no harm done with that little prank, but he feels bad enough to go above and beyond to get you your own snacks that no one can steal away from you, not even him. He’d present them to you with a “woo-o! Look what I have!” and wow, he’d be so red in the face again when you stare at him with your mouth agape in surprise and ask him “you did this… for me?”

Whenever someone in the room told a joke, he’d always look at you first to see your reaction, your smile, your laugh in response. That’s such an adorable little habit he has formed now that he has a crush. For him, seeing you happy and content comes first. He’d also laugh at pretty much anything you’d say. Maybe it’s nervous laughter, for how he always feels a bit nervous around you. You could be saying the most normal things, such as “I took a walk today,” and he’d burst out laughing at that. Yeah, don’t even ask... He thinks laughter is the way to your heart, as dramatic as it sounds.

But he’d also have that side of him to be loud and… annoying around you. Maybe it’d be to keep your attention on him, to keep him on your mind at all times, even when he’s not with you. So he’d find the most bizarre ways to find his way into your days. Like, prank calling you out of nowhere. He’d call you and when you’d pick up, he’d just scream down the phone and then hang up. So romantic… But then he’d get you to call him back, to ask him if he has something to actually tell you, and then manage to keep you on the phone for an hour, just chit-chatting about nothing in particular. After you’d tell him that you have to go, he’d shriek at you “nooo! But I am so bored! Don’t leave me die of boredom! And what would you do without me then, hmm? What’s even more important to you than talking to me right now? Are you scheming to get rid of me? ‘Cause you won’t!”

He’d usually turn to you for advice, he really trusts you to not screw him over. I mean, why wouldn’t he? You’re a savior and an angel in his eyes. You could give him the worst advice and he’d still blindly follow it, just because it’s advice that came from you. And in his eyes, you could never be wrong about anything. He could text you “should I get a haircut?” and you’d tell him “sure but it’s really up to you?” and yeah, he knows it’s up to him but at least he got an opinion from you so he just texts you back “yeah I guess :]”. You best believe that he goes ahead and gets the haircut, that you technically agreed with, and only hopes you like it.

KARL:

When Karl is crushing on you, he’d be genuinely offended if you did stuff without him. Stuff that usually the two of you would do together, like watch anime, or cartoons. Or any TV -show. He’d ask you if you’ve seen the newest episode of an anime you’ve both been hooked on that just came out a few days ago, thinking that it’d be nice if you could watch it with him, but when you’d tell him that “yeah. I watched it last night,” he’d let out a frustrated sigh and tilt his head back in annoyance and tell you “nooo! I really wanted to watch it with you! Now, why would you do that and watch it without me?” Of course, he wasn’t actually mad at you, but he was really hoping he could’ve made it your thing to keep up with that anime together. So yeah, he’s a little annoyed you’d watch it without him. He likes the nights when you’re both cozy on the couch, watching it, commenting on every plot twist. Big sigh.

He’d talk to you, like a lot. Even when there was nothing to talk about. Because, in his (secret) opinion, there is always something to talk about with you. He makes conversations out of anything just to get to talk to you. You could be sitting with him in his room, looking out the window, watching birds fly by and he’d just ask you “what’s your favorite bird?” and then smile at you like he didn’t just ask the most random question and like he actually doesn’t genuinely seem interested in knowing the answer. Because he does. Well, you’d end up talking about birds, flying, nature.... and he is so happy. Because all that matters is that he’s talking to you.

He’d insist on making secret handshakes with you, that no one else knows and can learn except than you two, and then feeling so proud about them afterwards. He’d remember them even after a long time, you’d ask him how does he still remember and he would just blush and stutter, “I- it’s just kind of special. Of course I remember.”

Okay, so... Fan-fiction. He’d definitely read the fan-fictions people would write about you (there already are shippers out there, even though he has not admitted crushing on you). Maybe that’s adding fuel to the fire when he’d read them on stream. Bad idea? Maybe... He’d put so much effort into the reading, making it all feel as real as possible, voice acting to the best of his ability and all. It makes chat question though, why is he so into it? And why is he giggling every five seconds? Any possible kissing scenes... He would not even skip over them, but instead he’d make literal kissing sounds into the mic... Someone stop him.

For some reason, I can imagine him casually showing up when he knows you’re around in a shirt that says something like “if you’re reading this, I have a crush on you” and look out for your reaction. Well, yeah, you read it, and so did everyone else that talked to him that day. You laughed it off and joked that “everyone already knows that he’s a homie hopper” and so did everyone else. He’d dream about the day he could eventually confess his crush on you and also tell you that he has actually told you about it way before, and when you’d confusingly ask him when did that happen, he’d tell you that “you read my shirt, that one day when you called me out for being a homie hopper, didn’t you?” And then it’d all click.

Aww, you’d get to model for his merch! He’d ask you, no, he’d beg you. Is there really anything he’d enjoy more than seeing you in his brand new merch, before anyone else sees it? And have those pictures plastered all over his social media accounts and website? No way. Between every shot he’d take of you, he’d giggle and mutter a little “perfect”, his eyes gleaming and cheeks blushing. Every minute he’d resist the temptation to tell you how perfect you really look, because 1. he doesn’t want to get too sappy now, and 2. he still has a secret to keep... Yeah, he’s crushing on you harder than ever after that.

Whenever there’d be a group gathering and not enough seats for all of you... do I even need to say it? This man would immediately get up and give up his seat for you. A few hours later you’d call over to him, “Karl, you’ve been standing for two hours now. Don’t you want your seat back already?” and he’d shush you with a “nonsense! I’m a big man. What’s a few hours more!?” Actually, he’d give up on everything to share with you if you needed, like earbuds. Or food. Anything. If nothing, it’s always the seat he saves for you or gives up for you. 

QUACKITY:

Mostly you would play Minecraft or Roblox with him, if you’re into it. And oh man, he’d enjoy that a lot. He would not leave you alone even in the game, he’d follow your character around for the majority of it. You’d turn around in the game and boom, he’s right there on your tail. He’s actually been there the whole time. When it’s not only you and him, but also other boys in the game and in the voice chat, he’d sometimes just... act like it was just the two of us talking. Listen, he’s not rude like that, but he just really likes talking to you. You just get him, he’d think. And sure, you have a similar sense of humour. He likes. He’d crack so many jokes and funny remarks throughout the whole game. Just trying to be the funniest person in the call for you. Every time someone else, like George, would laugh at his joke that he told to you, he’d shut him down with a “bro, the fuck? That joke was obviously meant for (Y/n). You weren’t supposed to get it.” All in good fun, again. He just likes having his moments with you.

Phone calls! So many phone calls. He just wants to talk to you and hear your voice. Isn’t that sweet? When it’s time to hang up, he’d tell you “ah, I’ll talk to you again soon, okay?” and you’d agree, thinking that he’ll call you again in a few days. But he calls you exactly a minute later. You’d pick up and he’d excitedly tell you “I said I’ll talk to you again soon, didn’t I? What do you mean this is ‘too soon?’” 

Would, gently, make fun of you. This doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone. Maybe he’d try turning the tables a little bit, when people online would get a little suspicious of his sudden fondness towards you, he’d make it seem like you are actually the one crushing on him, and not the other way. Maybe that would be also a way for him to test the waters a little bit, to see how you’d react to the thought of it. He’d just make ridiculous posts online, like tweeting a poll that says “Is (Y/N) down bad or down good for me ?? Idk about you guys but they seem a little obsessed lately” or post a picture of the two of you and caption it as “after this picture was taken (Y/n) told me they like me 😳” (You definitely didn’t and the people online seemed to side with you).

The words “I like you” has actually come out of his mouth a few times around you. In a friendly way. He knows he does like you, definitely as friends, but also definitely as more than friends. But for now, liking you as a friend is the most he can do and he wants to seize it. It was when he has done a nice favour for you or given you advice on a tough situation that’s been bothering you, when you’d thank him for what he did for you, he would reply with a “yeah, of course. I fucking like you, and care about you, so..”. It was a friendly reminder and affirmation and that’s how you perceived it. So he does tell you sometimes, not just in a way that it’d make you realise he likes you more than as a friend.

So, back to him gently making fun of you, or mocking you, he’d imitate you, your gestures. I can imagine he’d pull that with any of his friends, but you are definitely not safe from that. He’d know the limits though, he’d know not to be too harsh, but you know, from spending so much time with him and the others, you’ve kind of grown into it that there’s a lot of joking around and poking fun at each other. He’d also comment on your height, like so much height talk! If you were shorter than him, then bless you, he’d love it. Always teasing you, using you as an arm rest or asking if you need a ladder. Or you could be doing absolutely nothing and he’d tease you, “what? Do I make you nervous? You have a crush on me or something?” Orrrrr you could accidentally just mispronounce a word and he’d never let you live it down. Just reminding you of it and repeating it back to you like a parrot. But, don’t take any offence, it’s just his love language.

He’d make over-the-top fan-cams or edits of you, and purposefully make them as ridiculous and exaggerated as possible. Usually he’d also include himself in them. Making sure that everyone knows that he is your #1 shipper, but also at the same time not wanting everyone to figure it out that he’s got it bad for you. He’d put them up on Twitter regardless. You’d reply to him “wtf ???” and he’d just reply back to you “😎😎 😎” He’d dare to be more bold and confident online. And I know what you’re thinking, Alex shy in real life? Well, around you, yes, a little. But online, he’d be thriving, tweeting unhinged things at you, or of you.

He definitely has some gentleman-y in him. He’d express that by, for example, offering to carry your things for you. You’re carrying a rather heavy looking bag? “I’ll take this,” he’d just announce and snatch it out of your hands. You don’t have anywhere to put your phone or keys? Swoop, same thing, but they’d go in his pocket. A few times fans has gotten glimpses of him emptying his pockets for you and handing you back your phone and other little essentials, and it was a pretty adorable sight.

WILBUR: 

I mean, the way he’d even look at you gives it all away, it’d almost be a little intimidating. But he can’t help it. The way he listens to you talk and then smirks at himself, glancing piercingly at you, occasionally glancing down at his lap trying to hide his lovey-dovey smile, trying to collect his thoughts, because God, he thinks you are so adorable. I feel like his eyes can tell more than a million words could. It’s just too bad you haven’t figured out the real emotions behind his eyes.

He’d memorise pretty much every little habit of yours, no matter how little, and then slyly smirk at himself every time he’d catch you doing them. One of those days, he’ll definitely tell you that he has taken notice of them. You’d be caught off guard and ask him “you really notice them?” and there comes that smirk on his face again, as he just nods with a quiet “yeah” and then carries on the conversation like nothing happened. But not without adding on that “it’s really cute”.

A little cliche, a little predictable, but he’d definitely all of a sudden start writing down some new mysterious, a little mushy, song lyrics... He’d run them by you and ask if they’re any good, you’d then end up asking him the important question, “who is it about?” (because, how could you not ask when it’s literally a love letter in form of a song?) and he’d sigh and say it’s about “unrequited love”. You’d leave it at that, not wanting to intrude too much, since he looks and sounds so vulnerable. He’ll wish you would’ve intruded a little more though, since he literally wrote it about you, his crush! He just doesn’t leave it at one song, but writes a couple of them. All of them about you. He dreams of being able to play them at a gig, with you in the audience, telling you they’re all about you right before going on stage... Someday, he sighs.

As a person, and especially as a person who’s really crushing on you, he would be keen on sharing every little detail with his family and close friends. So, some of his family and friends would be aware of how he feels towards you. He trusts them not to spoil the secret and hey, he could never keep his mouth shut when it comes to talking about you anyway. Sometimes while hanging out with you, he’d keep checking his phone and just smiling at it, occasionally typing long paragraphs, or so it seemed to you. You’d wonder if it’s about something you said, or if there’s someone special texting him, someone who he really cares about and really wants to talk to instead. But actually, it’d be him blowing up his friends’ phones, telling them how adorable you’re being right now. He’d be doing the whole keyboard smash thing as well. That’s how gone he is for you.

Boom, his energy and happiness levels would suddenly rise whenever you’re in the room. He’d feel super playful too, like sneaking up behind you and then whisper “boo” in your ear in a low tone, trying to playfully frighten you, and when you’d turn around to face him, you’d come face to face with the brightest eyes and smile you’ve ever seen. He’s like the happiest he’ll ever be when he’s around you. No matter how many times he has already done that, he does it almost every time he catches you alone in the room. It had almost became your thing now. You’ve learned not to get as frightened anymore as you used to, and he has learned how much he really likes getting to come so close to you and getting a reaction out of you, whether it’d be you scolding him for scaring you again or laughing at his antics. 

Strumming something on his guitar for you. I know, again, very cliche, very cheesy, very romantic, very predictable of him, but no, he doesn’t do that just for anybody. But you’re very special. (Even though you don’t know how special yet). And to spice things up a bit, he’ll make it a little more lighthearted, he’d literally play you memes, or vines. Yeah, for example, you know that “I love you bitch, I ain’t never gonna stop loving you bitch” vine? Mayyyybe he’d replace the word ‘bitch’, with some platonic pet name, if he was feeling generous, lol. But yeah, just not to make things seem too serious, he’d try to make you laugh with those amusing private performances, and also try to flex a little with his guitar playing, of course. If you’d admire him in his element, strumming away on his guitar, a little too much, he’d get super cocky and yeah... Cocky Wilbur is a whole different breed.

Everything you’d ever feel embarrassed about, he’d embrace it. He’d never let you dwell on something embarrassing that happening to you for too long. If you’d totally mess up your words, or stumble and fall over, or be caught talking or singing to yourself, he’d reassure you that he finds it “very cute” and not embarrassing at all. In some situations, if you’d mess up and embarrass yourself in front of a lot of people, or in public, he’d intentionally mess up with you, just to take the attention away from you and make you feel better about it. You’d fall over? He’d make himself trip too. You’d bump against a glass door? He’ll be right there behind you to walk into it as well. He’d just never let you feel like there’s ever anything worth feeling too embarrassed over and, in his thoughts, how could anyone as adorable as you even be embarrassing? If anything, it’s just cute.

FOOLISH: 

Oh man, he’d be an awkward one at first when he’d realize his strong feelings towards you, but he does get a lot smoother with time. And, he’s trying his best, okay.

He’d also be someone who would find it very important to make you laugh lots, be an entertainer just for you. Because he doesn’t think there is anything more attractive than someone he’s able to laugh with over the most ridiculous things, things that always wouldn’t even make sense to others. And yeah, also seeing you laugh is attractive to him, even more attractive if you’re laughing at a joke he made. Basically just whenever you’d be hanging out, it’d be an ongoing urge for him: must make you laugh. Sometimes it’d be him just squatting down to your level and starting to make random noises in your ear. That’s literally his sense of humour... And it’d be even more hilarious for him, if you’d do the same back to him. The most random noises he could think of, chirping, squeaking, beeping.... anything. Or suddenly starting up a game of tag with you, running around chasing each other, and the only way to tag each other was to tickle them. He’d squeal and wiggle like a worm when you would tickle him. It’s always something silly with him...

Protective Foolish would suddenly become a thing when he’d realize his feelings for you, and also realize that there’s nothing more he wants to do than protect you and your feelings. Keep you away from anything or anyone that could make you feel even a little uncomfortable, or hurt. His way of protecting and defending you would be just a chunk of sarcasm coming out of his mouth. He’d turn sarcastic any time when he’d feel like it’s time to protect you. If there was someone badmouthing you, he’d put on the most spiteful face you could think of and with his voice dripping with sarcasm, he’d ask them “is it so? Is that what you think, now? Was there a little shit talking there, or what?” You could tell that it’s okay, that he doesn’t need to do this, but he wouldn’t give up. He’d be so intimidating, with his tone and height and all, that he could get an apology out of anyone. And he usually does get the people badmouthing you to apologize to you, while Foolish just stands there with his arms crossed examining that it’s a genuine apology, feeling like he has accomplished another mission of his, which is to make sure that in the end your feelings are unharmed. 

Now, he’d be definitely someone who would mess up his hair a little on purpose, in hopes that you would fix it for him and smother the strands sticking up back in place. He’s so desperate for some touch from you that he’d go to such extreme lengths. God forbid if anyone would catch him doing that, he’d be so embarrassed. You’d turn around from him for a few seconds, which would give him time to very aggressively ruffle his hair with his hands and when you’d look back at him, his hair would suddenly look like it’s been through a tornado, and so you’d laugh a little and ask him “what happened? What’s going on with your hair?” and then laugh some more because he looks so ridiculous. He’d chuckle a little bit too, a little out of embarrassment, because he still can’t believe himself for the things he’s doing just to have you touch him and pay a little extra-attention to him. But regardless, he just shrugs and bends down to your level and asks you “I don’t know what happened? What? Is it bad? Fix it for me?” and you’d be a little taken aback because, did he really just ask you to do that? But of course you’d agree to it. 

Every little thing or favour you’d do for him, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem to you, he’d appreciate the heck out of them, and you. Because, was there a better feeling for him than having the person he truly, genuinely likes, to be willing to help him out with anything? He’d thank you a trillion times, and a trillion more if he could. Something as simple as you turning on the coffee machine for him, he’d tell you “seriously, thank you. That helped me like, a tons. It saved my day,” and you’d giggle and reply to him “you’re welcome. But all I did was just press a button.” He wouldn’t have that belittling, so he’d be a little more dramatic just for you and proceed to tell you how much easier it made his day, “no, like seriously, that was the best thing you could’ve ever done for me.” Okay, then.

A crushing Foolish would be so sweet that he’d totally blew off his other plans to be with you instead. You’d know that he’s been looking forward to seeing this movie with a couple of his friends that one night, but when he’d become aware of how you have no plans for that night, he’d declare how he’d rather spend the night with you anyways. You’d tell him that “Foolish, you don’t really have to do this. I thought you were supposed to go the mov-?” and he’d interrupt you “now, that’d a silly thing for me to do, I don’t know why you’re thinking like I’d leave you alone. That’s crazy thinking right there.” And so, you’d just settle for smiling coyly at him and accepting that he’s not going anywhere, and that for some reason (that’s still unclear to you), he’d even blow off his friends for you. And he’d do it over and over again. And he does.

PUNZ: 

Ouch, he’s a tough one to get to. But once you breakthrough the walls and the sort of intimidating facade he has, he is all soft for his crush.

Usually he’d be a little reserved and keep to himself, maybe a little closed off. But whenever you’d be around, it’s a whole different thing. He has never smiled so much than he did that one day when you hung around, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the other boys who were also there. Karl would text you about it after you had all gone home and ask you “What did you to punz ?? This man won’t stop cheesin” and Quackity as well would text you “punz today be like ‘😃😃’”. You’d make him happy, you’d just make him love life, just purely by existing and especially when you’d exist in his presence. He’s also extra observant around you, and so you’d catch him looking at you a lot. He’d just rest his chin on his hand and not take his eyes off of you. You’d wonder if there’s something wrong, something on your face perhaps, by the intense way he’s staring at you, but no, he’s just admiring. So let him.

Every picture of himself he’d consider posting on social media, he’d send them to you first and ask you “u like??”. Kind of like a test run. He’d do it ritually almost each time, but if you ever were to call him out for it, asking how come you’re the one he sends them to, he’d claim that it’s just all a coincidence. Sure is... But you better reply back to him as soon as you can, or he would start feeling a little insecure and think if you really like them, because if you do, why haven’t you replied yet? It’s been 20 seconds. Yeah, so, he’s a little clingy too. He just wants to talk to you as much as possible, have you see as much of him as possible, from all of his best angles as well, and maybe fish for a few compliments? Maybe. After you’d reply to him “yes, it’s good”, he’d text you back “nice. now your turn”, and you’d ask him that it’s your turn for exactly what? He’ll tell you then that it’s only fair that you send him a picture of yourself too in that exact moment. And so, it kind of really then becomes a whole ritual that after approving of his picture, you send him one back with a thumbs up or something.

Unlike with anyone else, now that he has taken a massive liking towards you, he’d actually share his food with you. And that’s major. Or, even more major and better, he’d sometimes get you food without you even having to ask, or even without mentioning that you’re hungry. He’d order takeaway for himself, or so you’d think, but he’d then turn up with an extra large portion of food and you’d ask him “damn, are you feeding the whole town?” He’d chuckle a little and then casually tell you that “nah, it’s um, it’s for you.” At that, you could’ve fallen off your seat. Let’s call it his love language to serve you even when you don’t ask for anything.

This man, he would sometimes not show up to plans if you weren’t there. He’d tell his friends that he is only willing to come if you’ll be there too. And if they tell him that you’re not going to be there, then, too bad. He simply just wouldn’t come. Any plans that you’d make without him, he’d call them ‘boring’ and ‘lame’. Sooo, he only is your good time?

[catherinnn]

Jealousy and fears

THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS OF SEASON 3

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

summary: this is the scene where Sarah has to flirt with Topper to get him to help them get the cross, but instead of Sarah, reader is Topper's ex and JJ is her actual boyfriend and he has to control his jealousy. Plus, reader has to control her fear of losing JJ when the plan goes wrong.

words: 2.3k

“Honestly, the hardest part is gonna be security, all right? So most of the guys are gonna be at the rail yard” JJ states.

“Alright so, we'll need to find some place and guard it, maybe a little further down the line, like a whistle-stop” Pope responds.

“Yeah” Kiara agrees with the pair.

“You guys are getting ahead of yourselves, per usual. We don't have a way to transport the cross. What you think? On JJ's motorcycle?” Cleo says sarcastically.

“That's not my fault. Alright, all me” JJ responds to her.

“Okay, so other options…” Pope starts before Sarah interrupts him.

“Oh my god”

“Oh my god what?” Cleo asks.

“What” I ask and she points towards some behind me, on the top floor of the bar we’re in. We all turn around to the direction she’s pointing at and we see Topper talking with one of his friends.

“Oh god” I cringe and I lower a little on the chair I’m sited on, trying to avoid him seeing me. Topper was my ex-boyfriend before I left him for JJ. To this day he keeps texting me every day and calling every now and then, he truly didn’t know how to take a hint.

“Is that topper?” Pope asks and JJ rolls his eyes.

“Yup” Sarah answers.

“Why is he like, everywhere?” JJ says.

“Maybe he’s following you” Kiara tells me joking.

“Perfect. Hey, Sarah.” Pope starts.

“What?”

“I bet you topper has a way of transport the cross” he suggests.

“Actually pope's right. He does have a rig” she confirms.

“No” I say already knowing where they’re going with this.

“Yes”

“No, absolutely not”

“Yes, come on, you already got him whipped anyway so why don't you just take one for the team?” Sarah suggests.

“Wait, tell me you’re not suggesting what I think you are” JJ speaks.

“She could flirt with Topper a bit so he would give us his truck to transport the cross” Sarah confirms and he clenches his jaw in frustration.

“Come on JJ, you know it would work” Kiara tell him.

“Why does she have to be the one doing it?” he complains.

“He’s not gonna agree if we ask him, but if she does...”

“Sarah said it, she’s got him whipped, not us” Kiara explains.

“What do you say?” you ask him.

“I’m not really excited about the idea of my girlfriend flirting with another guy who’s literally in love with her” he jumps.

“I thought you would understand. Think about the circumstances, it’s about the treasure” Pope tells him.

“We can handle JJ, just go talk to him” Kiara says to you.

And as you go up the stairs and greet Topper, they all stay at the bottom of the stairs, close enough to watch but not so close that Topper would see them.

“I can’t watch this” JJ starts, “Actually I have to watch so I can go break his nose if he oversteps”

“Shut up and pay attention” Kiara demands.

“I just can't believe you're here, I texted and called. How are you? You okay?” Topper says.

“You know, Top, things are a little tough right now” you answer.

“Yeah, tough how?” he asks. You look over his shoulder to see your friends watching expectantly the scene. JJ has a straight face, clearly not enjoying this, you weren’t either.

“We’ve been after this… family heirloom of Pope’s which is why we were gone and we ended up losing it, and unbelievably there might be a chance that we could get it back tonight, in Wilmington” you start explaining and he looks at you with all of his attention nodding at every word you say.

“Okay, how can I help?”

“No, I can’t ask you to do that” you play dumb a little so it wouldn’t be too obvious why you were here.

“No, seriously”

“Topper, I feel like if I ask you I'd be- I don’t know, it’s just- you're such a giver, Topper, you're such a helper”

“That's just how I am, that's just the way I was raised. And either way, remember when I said I would do literally anything for you? Remember that?” he says.

“Yeah”

“I meant it” he says confidently and you start to feel bad about taking advantage of him. You look over his shoulder again at the group where you see JJ signalling you to hurry up. “When I say something I mean it”

“We could… really use your truck” you finally ask.

“My dad's truck? Oh my god, he would literally kill me, he’s like super careful with it"

“So are we, we're super careful”

JJ grimaces in annoyance at her.

“We’ll take such good care of it”

“You put me in a tough spot, I- I know I said I would do anything but…” he hesitates so I move closer to him, start caressing his shoulder softly and we share an intense look where I try to hide my fear of him trying to kiss me, or JJ having enough of this and punching him for getting too close. Or both, really.

“I'm so sorry about everything. I totally understand, you have no reason to help us” I play dumb again.

“Why do I feel like I'll regret this?” he says with a smile. I give him a big smile and hug him excitedly. I can see the guys celebrating quietly and JJ rolls his eyes and shakes his head trying (and failing) to hide his smile.

After arranging the plan right we all go to our places. I go with Topper and Sarah on the truck, JJ and Kie go on his motorcycle and Pope with Cleo go on the train.

Before getting in the car, JJ, Sarah, Kie and I wait for Pope to give us the signal that he is on the train.

“What’s taking him so long?” Sarah complains. We can see Topper pacing around the truck nervously, JJ gives me a look making fun of him and we both laugh. A few minutes later we see Pope up on the train and giving us the signal to move to the next part of the plan. JJ gives him a thumbs up.

“That’s it, we’re green” Kie confirms and then suddenly we hear the train horn blaring.

“What's happening” I ask confused.

“You hear that?” JJ asks too and we can hear brakes hissing and metal clanks

"Train's moving, train's moving" JJ confirms now.

“Shit, shit”

“Hurry up”

I run to the truck. “Hey” Topper says nervously.

“Do you have jumper cables in there?” I ask him.

“Do you have an idea that I am here involved in illegal activities?”

“I'm not even close to being okay with this”

"It’s not that illegal"

"Okay"

“Jumper cables? What are we- what we doing with these?”

"Topper, if you don't wanna go, its fine. We’ll take the truck"

The rest of the guys show up behind us.

“Hey, I just wanna make sure everyone here is okay ending up in federal prison” Topper says.

“If it gets to that, yeah, I'll do it for pope” JJ responds and I laugh with him. I get the cables from the truck and give them to JJ, he looks at me as if he’s asking me if I’m ready, and I nod at him.

After JJ and Kie get the traffic-lights to go red, the train is stopping. That’s our signal to drive to the train.

"What the hell are we doing right now, this is ridiculous" Topper complains. And then we get next to the door where pope was signalling us to park next to.

"Right here" Sarah and I go out of the car and up the train to help. "How’s it looking?"

“Still searching” Cleo tells us.

“You see it?” Pope asks her.

“Hey, this one says Cameron” she answers.

“This is it, this is the cross, this is it!” he jumps exited.

“Hey, hey, what are we doing here?” Topper shows up and asks us.

“We'll put this in your truck bed”

“That's gonna scratch the paint!”

“No, no, it's fine” I say even though I have no idea.

“You’ll be able to get a thousand paint jobs after we do this” Pope tells him.

“This thing right here?” he asks.

“Just help us spot it”

We start moving the heavy box with the cross in it towards the car.

“Topper help me!” I shout.

“Just push it this way, my dad's gonna kill me” he complains.

“Guide it, hurry up, let's go”

“Don't mess up the cross” Pope warns.

“Don't mess up the truck” Topper warns too.

“Stop! Hey, stop!” we hear an officer shout at us.

“Shit, we gotta go”

“Hold it right there!” He shouts again.

“Cops! Come on”

“The cops are coming, let's go!” We get the box on the truck and we get in the car.

“Push it, Chewie!” Pope yells from the back.

“Go!” Sarah tells him. He starts driving.

“How the hell can you live like this? You come from a good family” Topper tells me.

“Just drive!” I respond. He drives and passes the train.

“We got somebody on us” Topper warns.

“That’s JJ and Kie” Sarah confirms. JJ moves the motorcycle right next to the car.

“JJ! What is he doing?!” he asks me.

“I don't know” I say.

“Topper, keep going straight!” JJ shouts.

“Y'all be careful. Alright?”

“Topper hold it steady” I say.

“I'm trying!”

We see Kiara getting up on the bike and Pope trying to grab her.

"Kie! What are you doing?!" She jumps into the truck and Pope grabs her.

“Oh shit”

“Oh my god”

“Are you good? Did she-did she make it?” Top asks. I nod not being able to get words out from the adrenaline mixed with fear. I see JJ stopping the bike behind us, in front of the police car.

“Okay. Maybe he's just trying to get rid of the cops” Topper comments.

I can't take my eyes off of him, fearing his impulses until he throws a rock at the police car braking the window.

"He did it! They’re chasing him!" Pope shouts.

“Topper stop! Stop the truck” I ask him.

“I'm not stopping the truck”

The guys shout at him to stop the truck.

“We're going to get JJ!”

“Come on man!”

“I'm not going to jail for him, no chance!” He shakes his head.

“Stop the truck, please” I ask him quietly, my voice breaking. He sees the fear on my face and he agrees.

“All right, all right, damn it”

“Turn around”

“I'm not- I'm not going to jail”

“Topper look at me. They’re gonna arrest him, we can't leave him behind”

“Damn him, damn” He turns around and drives.

“Go faster, you need to go faster”

“I'm trying, I'm risking my whole life for this shit”

“It’s gonna be fine”

“Turn left!” Pope directs.

“No! I'm getting out of here” he states.

“Topper!” I take the steering weal off of him and turn it left.

“No way, he's up on the overpass” Sarah says and the next thing we see is the motorcycle falling off of the overpass right in front of us, getting absolutely destroyed. We all gasp we get out of the truck to run and look for him.

“J!” I say panting, “J! Where is he?!”

“Shit!”

“no, no, no, no”

“JJ?!”

I start crying. “Where is he?”

“Maybe he's up on the bridge” pope suggests.

“No, no, no” I start sobbing.

“I wish I could say I did that on purpose,” I hear his voice behind me. I get up and he looks right at me. “But that was the gnarliest power-slide I’ve ever done”

“You're alive!!” Pope shouts and hugs him. “Dude!”

“I know, I'm surprised too”

“Shit that was gnarly” Topper says.

Sarah pushes him and starts hitting him on the chest “Oh Jesus, Oh God” he complains. She hugs him tight. Kie goes after her and warns him that’s she’s going to kill him while she hugs him too.

“This is really nice and all but we should really get out of here” Cleo says.

“Yeah, yeah, let's roll” Topper agrees.

I don’t listen to them, I look at JJ with tears falling from my eyes still, I get closer to him and he looks at me waiting for my reaction.

“Don’t... don't ever do that again” he manage to say. He lowers his head without his eyes off of mine, his hands come to my waist but before he could get any closer we hear a cop shouting down at us.

“Hey, hey you kids don't move”

He grabs me and we start running to the truck.

“Stay right there! I said stay right there!” the officer shouts again. We get on the car quickly and Topper starts driving getting us out of there. Later we realized it was all for fucking nothing because the cross was fake, there wasn't any cross on the box.

After reassuring Pope that we will find the real one and thanking Topper, JJ and I go to my house where I sit on my bed grabbing my head trying to process everything that just happened.

JJ moves around my bedroom doing the same. “You realize it was all for fucking nothing, you- you had to flirt- I had to watch you flirt with that idiot for fucking nothing” he complains. I look at him as if he’s crazy.

“You do realize I thought you fucking died for a minute there, and all of that was for nothing too. I don’t fucking care about Topper! I thought I lost you, JJ!”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry baby, I got down there as fast as I could and then everybody started hugging me and I just wanted to get to you, and then that fucking cop came. I’m sorry, I’m sorry it all happened that way” he hold me tight. “I love you, I’m sorry”

“I love you, I don’t know what I would have done without you” you try not to cry all over again.

“I’m fine, okay?” he asks and I nod, he kisses me and the rest of our night goes on holding each other tight as if it was the last time. Luckily, it wasn’t.

[chloe-skywalker]

My Boy - Bucky Barnes

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,229

Summary: Bucky loves your son, Y/n has a son from a previous bad relationship. And Bucky loves him as his own.

Song: My Boy - Elvie Shane

Authors Note: This is the first song imagine I believe I have ever written. I really love this and again its essentially based off of the story the song gives. I definitely recommend listening to it.

Masterlist

Avengers Masterlist

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“So how's things going with Y/n?” Steve asks as Bucky comes to sit on the couch and join everyone.

“Great. She gets me and I seem to get her.” Bucky answered taking the water from Steve’s offering hand, leaning back into the couch.

“How’s it going with her son?” Natasha raised a brow at the super soldier. To her that was the real test. 

“Good. It seems good. He doesn’t hate me. Y/n says he’s always talking about me and when they’ll see me again.” he nodded along with a smile tugging on his lips.

“He likes you Bucky.” Wanda smiled knowingly.

“So far.” Bucky let out a relieved but stressed breath.

“Are you expecting him to hate you at some point?” Steve raised his eyebrows at his childhood friend with shock and confusement.

“I don't want him to but it’s just him and y/n his whole life. I don’t want to think I’m taking his mom from him.” Bucky told them his recently insecure thoughts.

“The kid loves you and you include him in almost everything you do with Y/n. I doubt he feels like you're taking his mom from him." Nat says looking Bucky in the eye’s to get across her words are fact.

“Bucky, you love that boy. The way you talk about him, it’s obvious.” Steve points out leaning forward.

“Why don’t you bring them over? It’s not like you don’t have the space. You have a large apartment to yourself.” Tony gives Bucky the idea. They all had their own huge apartment in the compound.

“That’d be okay?” Bucky questioned warily. He would love to have Y/n and Y/s/n over, maybe even eventually move in.

“Diffidently.” Tony nodded, he loved the idea of another kiddo running around.

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“Hey” Y/n greet’s as Bucky opens the door. He had invited them over for the day and over course they would come over. Y/s/n wanted to see Bucky really badly, not that he hadn’t seen him a day ago. Y/n was excited and slightly nervous, she knew inviting them over was a big deal for Bucky.

“Hey, welcome.” Bucly smiled, covering his nerves well.

“Bucky!” Y/s/n yells out excited to be visiting him with a huge smile on his face.

“Y/s/n” Bucky smiled at him, really glad that the boy was excited to visit him.

“So what do you think?” Bucky asked y/n as they entered his place in the compound, Y/s/n had already run off to go explore Bucky’s place.

“Its very nice.” y/n smiled back absent mindedly as she looked around.

“Its huge.” Bucky stated plainly.

“Yeah, but that’s not a bad thing.” Y/n turns to him with a smile on her lips.

“It gets lonely.” he told her admittedly.

“Well Y/s/n and I are here now. Less lonely. Right?” Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Definitely.” Bucky smiled back at her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

The 3 of them spent the day together, playing games, coloring and making lunch.

Y/s/n decided to color a surprise as he called it.

“What you got there bud?” bucky asked him as Y/s/n approached him.

“For you. Its mommy, me, and you.” Y/s/n handed the coloring picture to Bucky shyly.

As Bucky looked at the picture hennoticed a very important detail. In the picture under the drawing of Bucky Y/s/n didn’t put down ‘Bucky’ he wrote ‘Dad’.

Y/n noticed how Y/s/n handed it over shyly to Bucky and that Bucky was staring at it for a while. y/n leaned over and saw why.

“Bucky, I understand it its to soon for this-” Y/n watched him nervously, trying to find the words too explain.

But Bucky didn’t let her finish, he got up and walked over to put it up on his fridge. The only two items on the fridge was an old picture of him and Steve in black and white, and a picture of the Avengers team. Plus now y/s/n’s drawing.

“Thank you Y/s/n.” Bucky smiled, picking him up and hugging him. Maybe the kid loves him just as much as Bucky loves the kid back.

That drawing ,eant more to Bucky than he could put into words, and he loves it. Its not something he thought he could have. That he’d ever have.

From then on it became a normal occurrence for y/n and Y/s/n started staying over at Bucky’s place in the compound a lot more.

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Weeks Later

“Okay buddy time for bed.” Y/n tells Y/s/n as it was getting late.

Y/s/n mumbled under his breath not wanting to go to bed. But maybe he could work it in his favor.

“What was that bud?” Bucky asked, having heard him mumble something but couldn’t make out what it was.

“Can I sleep in your room?” Y/s/n spoke up louder this time.

Y/n goes to say no, not wanting Bucky to feel obligated or pressured by Y/s/n request. At home it was fine for y/s/n to come into bed with his mom sometimes. But before she could Bucky cut in.

“Course you can Y/s/n.” He smiled down at y/s/n encouragingly, not having a problem with him joining them in his bed.

“Can I mommy?” Y/s/n turned asking his mom to double check.

“If Bucky says so, its okay with me.” Y/n smiled down at him kissing his head to go to bed together.

Y/n wakes up to an empty bed. So she got up and followed the sounds coming from the living room. As she walked into the main area she saw Bucky and Y/s/n watching saturday morning cartoons.

“Mommy!” Y/s/n exclaimed excited;y running over to his mom, hugging her around the waist the best he could.

“Hey Y/s/n. What are you doing with Bucky?” She questioned even though it was obvious.

“Me and Daddy were watching cartoons!” Y/s/n told her excitedly to share his morning with Bucky.

“You were?” Y/n raised an eyebrow showing her son she was inturged.

“Yeah.” Y/s/n nodded smiling widely.

“Well now that mommy’s up, let's make breakfast.” Bucky spoke getting up from his spot on the couch.

As Bucky approached her and Y/s/n went to the kitchen to wait for them, y/n looked at Bucky apologetically. “I’m sorry if he’s pushing this whole dad thing on you.”

“Y/n.” Bucky stop’s her reaching forward to grab ahold of her hand, smiling at her. The look on his face made it obvious no apology was needed. “He isn’t my blood, he doesn’t have my name. But that doesn’t change anything. I feel the same. I wasn’t there for his first steps or words, but I haven’t missed a ball game yet. And that won’t ever change, I could never walk away from him or you. He’s my son, that's my choice. He’s my boy. And he sees me as his dad and I’m honored to hold that title if you’ll let me.” 

Y/n smiled at Bucky happily. “Of course.”

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[baileypie-writes]

HIII!!! Could you maybe write something ab Velvet and Veneer finding out that sister reader (preferably older than them) is dating their “enemy” pop star?(like the enemy is #2 on the music charts and now Velvet and veneer, mostly Velvet, hate them)

Ok sorry my explanation sucks 😭😭

Also could you make the pop star female?? (Don’t have to)

Love you 🫶🫶

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~Give Her A Chance~

Velvet and Veneer + Older Sister!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Familial

Genre: Hurt/Comfort?

Synopsis: Velvet and Veneer find out that your girlfriend is their rival, and they are not happy.

Warnings: Rivalry

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“Oh my gosh, you’re going to love her! She’s a pop star, just like you guys!” You excitedly said to your siblings. Your girlfriend was coming over to meet your family, and you couldn’t wait for them to meet her!

“A pop star? Huh, maybe we’ve heard of her. What’s her name?” Veneer asked.

“You’ll soon find out! She should be here any minute!”

As if on cue, you heard a knock at the front door. You sprinted to answer it, absolutely ecstatic. Velvet and Veneer followed, curious about your girlfriend. Their smiles dropped as soon as they saw who was on the other side of the door.

Sapphire Serenade. Also known as Felice. Also known as their rival. She was always number two on the music charts. Just one spot behind them. Velvet hated her, despite never meeting her in person. Veneer didn’t particularly like her either, but his dislike wasn’t nearly as strong as his sister’s.

You linked your arm in Felice’s, and led her inside. “Guys, meet Felice!” You said, completely oblivious to the three’s relationship.

Felice held her hand out for the twins to shake, a friendly smile on her face. “Hey guys! Nice to finally meet you!”

Velvet held her hand away in disgust, avoiding eye contact and refusing the conversation. Veneer just mumbled a “Hey.”, also not looking at her. Felice awkwardly put her hand down.

You weren’t sure how you were expecting them to react, but it wasn’t this. The obvious dislike Velvet and Veneer held on their faces sparked only confusion for you. “What’s wrong, guys?” You asked.

Velvet scoffed, and looked at you. “(name), can we talk to you please? Alone?”

“Oh… okay.” You responded, even more confused. Before fulfilling her request, you led Felice to the living room. After telling her to wait, and that you’d be right back, you met the twins in the kitchen.

“So what did you wanna talk about?” You asked.

“Are you kidding? How could you do that?!” Velvet verbally attacked.

You jumped, not expecting her to raise her voice at you. “Do what? What are you talking about? And more importantly, why are you so mad?”

“Sapphire Serenade is our rival!” Velvet stated.

“Yeah! Don’t you know that she’s always behind us on the music charts?” Veneer chimed in.

You were shocked at how upset they were. You didn’t know that was how they felt about Felice. Sure, you knew what they said about her being behind them, but you had no idea that they straight up hated her for it.

“Well, yeah, I knew that. But I didn’t know you saw her as your rival. I mean, Felice sure doesn’t see you as hers. In fact, she was excited to meet you guys.” You said.

“Pfft. I’m sure she just wants to find a way to surpass us.” Velvet said.

You gasped, offended by her accusation. “Velvet! Felice would never do that! She’s not like that at all! She’s so kind, and she just wanted to meet her idols!” You raised your voice at her.

Velvet and Veneer’s expressions softened. They turned to look at each other, seemingly in shock.

“Her idols?” Veneer asked.

“Yeah. She looks up to you guys. She loves your music too.” You responded.

The twins got quiet. A look of mild regret and guilt on their faces.

“Just give her a chance, guys. She’s really nice, and I’m sure you’ll like her.” You pleaded.

Veneer looked up from the floor. “Okay.���

You smiled, and turned your attention towards Velvet.

She let out a sigh, still not looking at you.

“Fine.”

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~~baileypie-writes

[pandenewie]

12 - Our Get-Along-Shirt

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“Would you stop following me? God, it’s just like when we were kids.”

Y/n simply shrugs at Heeseung's words, adjusting their bag on their shoulder as the two walk to Heeseung's next lecture.

“You’re the one who invited me to hang out with you guys.” Y/n points out, earning an eye roll from Heeseung. “You invited yourself, Y/n. Besides, I told the guys that you might be coming - that’s not confirmation.”

“It’s close enough to one. And you saw how excited they were to hear I would be there.” Y/n teases, the playful tone in their voice causing Heeseung to groan as the memory plays through his mind. “Don’t remind me. I would like to remain blissfully unaware that my entire friend group thinks my cousin is hot.”

The two walk in silence for a few more moments before Heeseung realises that Y/n will not be giving up anytime soon. "Don't you have your own classes to go to?" He asks, side-eyeing his cousin. "I only had one this morning so I have all day to annoy you." Y/n teases. 

“Can’t you just go do something else today? I’ll call you when it’s time to leave.” Heeseung attempts to persuade. “You won’t call me.” Y/n deadpans, causing Heeseung to laugh sheepishly at how easily they can read him. “Got me there.” He mumbles.

“Okay, let’s make a deal. I’ll finish up my work here while you go and wait in my apartment. I’ll have to go back there to meet the guys anyway so we won’t leave without you., I promise.” Y/n narrows their eyes as they take in Heeseung’s words, scanning his own for any signs of bluff. With no clear signs of deception, Y/n reluctantly agrees - taking the keys to Heeseung’s apartment and getting out of his hair.

Heeseung’s apartment is very… Heeseung. It’s the first time Y/n’s seen the new place and let’s just say, they were not surprised. Under-decorated, aside from a few pieces that he clearly took from his parent’s house, a shelf dedicated to his growing Lego addiction and far too many shades of blue in a single space. Nothing quite matches… but Y/n supposes that’s expected in the house of a 22-year-old man.

Y/n makes themself at home on the one couch cushion that appears to have been used (a large Heeseung-sized dent giving away his typical spot) and pulls out their phone to buy some time. Heeseung mentioned that he had classes all day today - meaning they will be here for at least a few hours before hearing anything from him.

After helping themself to the food in the kitchen (which consisted of mainly ramen, chips and coke) and playing a few rounds of whatever games they could find in Heeseung’s collection, Y/n flops back down on the couch - completely bored out of their mind. Just as they’re about to take an afternoon nap, a loud knock at the door jolts them upright.

Checking the time, Y/n’s eyebrows furrow. Heeseung’s still got uni for another hour at least and the guys aren’t supposed to be coming over until after he’s done. Another knock sounds through the apartment, followed by a loud shout:

“Open the door, dude. I need to pee!”

Y/n stifles a laugh as they walk to the door, glancing through the keyhole to make sure it is in fact Heeseung’s idiot friends before opening the door. Jake immediately rushes past them, mumbling out some form of greeting before slamming the bathroom door behind him.

“Heeseung isn’t here yet, by the way.” Y/n says as the other two friends walk into the apartment. “Why, where is he?” Sunghoon asks, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Uh… school.” Y/n states the obvious, flopping back down onto the couch. “Yeah, he’s pretty serious about his studies this year, maybe you should give it a go.” Jay laughs, nudging Sunghoon with his shoulder. “Um, no thank you. I’m a c’s get degrees kinda person.” Sunghoon boasts as if what he’s saying is an achievement of sorts. “That’s not something to be proud of.” Jake states as he walks back into the room and takes a seat next to Y/n.

“Anyway, how’s my favourite window-climber?” Jake asks, teasingly resting his arm on the back of the couch behind Y/n. “How do you even know about that? You passed out drunk on Keeho.” Y/n laughs. “Y/n, darling, basically everyone knows.” Sunghoon says, sitting on the only free cushion. “It was like the highlight of the year so far.” Jake laughs.

“So… why did you have to escape from him anyway? Did he try to make a move on you or something?” Sunghoon asks, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows. “And they had to climb out a window? Aw man, that’s tough.” Jake cackles, pointing accusingly at their other friend, who stands unimpressed by the front door.

“Knock it off, guys. You’re gonna make them uncomfortable.” Jay scowls, his words going ignored as the two continue to pester Y/n about the events. “It was nothing like that. I was just drunk and did something stupid - I’m sure you guys know what it’s like.” Y/n says, their gaze pausing on Sunghoon, causing him to scoff in offence. “Why are you looking at me like that? I’ve never done anything stupid in my life.”

The conversation quickly gets interrupted by the sound of Heeseung entering the apartment, looking around confused when he notices the group of people sitting on his couch.

“Um… hi everyone?” He says, clearly puzzled by the situation. Walking into his apartment to see his cousin and three of his best friends sitting on the couch was definitely not what he expected. “I thought you guys were coming later?” He asks. “We wanted to come and hang out early but some loser was in class.” Jake frowns. “That’s you. You’re the loser.” Sunghoon adds as if to clarify. “So you guys just broke into my house instead?” Heeseung asks. “We didn’t break in… Y/n let us in.” Jake blames, pointing at Y/n accusingly. “Not on purpose! I opened the door to tell them to fuck off but then someone ran in to use the bathroom.” Y/n argues back. “Okay, okay, it doesn’t matter. Everyone, just grab your shit and get in the car. Y/n, you’re up front.” Heeseung orders. Jake and Sunghoon burst into a fit of complaints - mainly about Heeseung’s favouritism towards Y/n - but quickly quiet down with a quick glare from Heeseung. This is going to be a long trip.

“Y/n, can you turn up the aircon?”

“Y/n, pass me the aux.”

“Y/n, could you move your seat forward? I’m kinda squished back here…”

“Y/n… could you pass me an M&M?”

Y/n is starting to regret sitting in the front seat. At this rate, they’d rather be squished in the middle than take another stupid request from one of the boys.

Jay’s been oddly quiet. Aside from the times Y/n caught him looking at them through the rearview mirror, he’s spent most of the ride staring silently out the window. Come to think of it, he didn’t say much in Heeseung’s apartment either. Is he really that suspicious of Y/n? They try to think back to the one text conversation they had but nothing seems to stand out as any clear signs for why he’d be avoiding them.

Eventually, Jake and Sunghoon doze off in the back seat - leaving just Heeseung, Jay and Y/n awake in the car. “How long do we have left to drive?” Jay asks, leaning forward to prop his arm on the back of Heeseung’s seat. “Either 20 minutes or an hour.” Heeseung replies, making Y/n’s eyebrows furrow with confusion. “How can it be 20 minutes or an hour? Do you even know where you’re going?” Y/n accuses, causing Heeseung to roll his eyes. “Of course I do. We used to go here all the time. It just depends if the main entrance is still blocked off or not.” Heeseung shrugs, his words only adding to Y/n’s confusion. “What kind of place is this?” They ask, more to themself than anyone else. “Trust us, you’ll love it.” Jay mumbles.

It’s the first thing he’s said directly to Y/n since they left Heeseung’s apartment and judging by the lowness in his volume, Y/n’s not sure if he even wanted them to hear it. They turn back to look at Jay to find that he’s already moved back to his previous position - avoiding eye contact and staring at the passing cars. Y/n glances at Heeseung to see if he’s noticing the strange behaviour but his eyes stay focused on the road. They’ll have to ask him about it later.

Heeseung is a liar. That 20 minutes to an hour quickly turned into an hour and a half. “I haven’t been here in over a year, cut me some slack!” He claimed but the others just chalked it up to him having a bad sense of direction. Finally, just as the sun was beginning to set, the car came to a stop on a gravel road.

“Okay, you guys get out and start walking towards the spot. I’ll park the car so it’s hidden in the bushes and then I’ll join you.” Heeseung instructs. “Is this place illegal or something?” Y/n asks, their eyes wide. “It might technically be private property… but the owners are super old now so they’re never up here.” Jake says, his attempt at reassuring Y/n completely missing. “It’s just better to hide the car for safety reasons, we’re not gonna get in trouble, I promise.” Heeseung says, ruffling Y/n’s hair. They look at him apprehensively before getting out of the car and following the rest of the guys down a ragged path between some of the bushes. A few moments later, Heeseung rejoins the group and they walk for a few more minutes before finally reaching a clearing.

There, in front of them, is a small waterfall flowing into a beautiful freshwater swimming hole. It’s surrounded by an array of different rocks, with one large one that appears to be carved into some sort of diving platform.

“Oh my god… this is gorgeous.” Y/n says, in awe. “Welcome to our number one drinking spot.” Jake says, holding his arms out as if giving a tour of the swimming spot. “Wait, drinking? You’re telling me you idiots mixed alcohol and water?” Y/n asks in disbelief. “It’s fine,” Sunghoon waves them off. “Jay only almost drowned like, twice.” His words earn him a shove from Jay. “Just go get changed, idiot.” He laughs.

The group all split off behind some bushes to get changed into their swimsuits. Once reunited, Jake makes the first move by running and jumping into the cool water - letting out a loud “yahoo” before he gets submerged. “Race you to the top!” Sunghoon exclaims, pointing to the diving rock. He suddenly takes off, running towards the surface with Jay following quickly behind him.

Using this as their chance, Y/n gently pulls on Heeseung’s arm to gain his attention. “Is Jay acting weird to you?” They ask, causing the man to look down at them, puzzled. “What do you mean, weird?” Y/n rolls their eyes at their cousin’s poor observation skills. “Like… he’s basically ignoring me,” They point out. “I think he’s spoken to me maybe twice tonight.” Heeseung laughs at this. “Maybe you scared him off by climbing out his window.” His words earn him a harsh slap on the chest, making him yelp in pain. “That joke’s dead, Hee. And I’m being serious, it’s like he’s completely avoiding me.” With Y/n’s words, Heeseung looks out into the pool - spotting Jake obnoxiously waving the two over. “Maybe he’s just in a shitty mood. I’m sure he’ll talk to you eventually.” He says, giving Y/n a reassuring shoulder squeeze before getting in the water. Y/n sighs, looking back up to where Jay and Sunghoon are jumping off the rocks before joining the boys in the water.

As the group continues to play in the water, Y/n can’t help the way their gaze constantly shifts to Jay. He's the whole reason they're here, after all. Despite a diving competition, a game of water volleyball and being literally sat next to each other for dinner - he has barely looked Y/n's way (aside from a few glances when he thought Y/n wasn't looking.)

Growing tired of it, Y/n takes the chance when Heeseung, Jake and Sunghoon go to start another diving battle. Just as Jay is about to follow after them, Y/n grabs his arm - stopping him in his tracks. With furrowed brows, Jay turns around to look at Y/n.

“What's up?”

It's the first words he's said directly to them all night - and he's so casual about it. Y/n feels like their head is going to explode. 

“What's up? That's the first thing you say to me after ignoring me all night?” Y/n asks. “I haven't been ignoring you, Y/n.” Jay states, simply. “Then what the hell have you been doing?” They ask, beyond confused. Just as Jay opens his mouth to respond, the sound of Jake calling out to the pair interrupts him. “I’m sorry.” Jay sighs, going to join his friends before Y/n can get another word in.

“You coming, Y/n?” Heeseung shouts. “Uh… I think I’ll just watch this one.” Y/n responds, hoping the guys can’t hear the disappointment in their voice.

Throughout the rest of the evening, Heeseung took note of the weird tension between Jay and Y/n. It was obvious that Jay was not going out of his way to talk to Y/n but now, for some reason, Y/n wasn’t trying either. He tried subtly asking how the mini-chat went when Jay, Jake and Sunghoon were arguing over whose roasted marshmallow was the best - only to be met with a small pout and shake of the head.

As everyone begins packing up their belongings and heading back to the car, an idea pops into Heeseung’s head.

“Hey, Jay. Do you mind driving back? I feel like I’m going to pass out.” Heeseung mumbles, stretching his arms above his head as a large, exaggerated yawn escapes his lips. “It’s like 8 pm. What are you, a grandpa?” Jay asks. “Hey, all that swimming took it out of me! Besides, it’s a 2-hour drive. Do you really want me falling asleep behind the wheel?” Heeseung asks.

“Yo, we can cuddle in the back!” Jake exclaims, jumping to wrap his arms around Heeseung and Sunghoon’s shoulders. “I’m taking a window seat!” Sunghoon shouts, pushing his friend off before running to one side of the car. Y/n rolls their eyes at their childishness before moving to get into the passenger seat, pausing awkwardly when their eyes meet Jay’s.

The two watch each other for a moment through the open car door. Like each of them has something to say but can’t find the words to do so.

“Well, are you getting in?” Jay asks. Y/n nods silently, sliding into the passenger seat. Their eyes catch Heeseung’s in the back, him sending a small thumbs up as encouragement, before they turn to close the door.

Merely 20 minutes into the drive, Jay checks the rearview mirror to see all three of his friends passed out in the back. Relaxing slightly at the knowledge that they are asleep, he moves his gaze in Y/n’s direction. Their body is turned away from him, arms crossed as they focus their attention out the window.

“Are you cold?” He breaks the silence. The sun has long set and Y/n’s wet hair must not be helping fight off the night’s chills. “So, we’re talking now?” Y/n scoffs. Jay sighs, reaching forward to turn up the car’s heaters before turning his attention back to the road. It’s silent for a while before Jay speaks again. 

“I’m sorry for ignoring you… I just still can’t get over what happened at my party. I know you said I shouldn’t worry but I can’t help it. It’s like I can’t get you out of my mind for some reason.”

With his confession, Jay turns his attention back to Y/n. They’re still turned away, although he can see their lips curl up into a small smirk at his words. “I don’t mean it like that.” He quickly follows up, the urgency in his voice causing Y/n to finally turn to him. “In what way do you mean it then, Jay?” They ask, voice teasing.

“I… I don't know, you're weird. I just don't get you.” Jay stammers, his odd reason causing Y/n to laugh slightly. “Well, lucky for you, you have plenty of time to figure me out.” They shrug. Jay goes to reply but is interrupted by murmuring from the backseat. He checks the rearview mirror to see Sunghoon shuffling around.

“Can you two shut the fuck up? We're trying to sleep.” He yawns, eyes still closed as he makes himself comfortable against Jake's side. “Sleep sounds good.” Y/n sighs, moving their body to face away from Jay once more. “Try not to kill us.” They mumble over their shoulder, earning an eye roll from Jay. “Yeah, whatever.” He grumbles, watching Y/n out the corner of his eye as they slowly drift off to sleep.

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[slightly-nerdy-rambles]

Robstar Week Day 5: Romance and Roller Coasters (Prompt: Date)

Admittedly, this is probably the combined-prompt fic that most loosely follows this year's prompt. I'm originally from Central Florida and pretty much grew up going to theme parks, so I really had fun with this one, which was originally based off of last year's day 2 prompt of "Carnival/Amusement Park". I based the theme park the Titans visit here off of the Disney and Universal parks, especially Islands of Adventure's Jurassic Park area (as if that won't be obvious to anyone familiar with it, lol). Ironically, despite the presence of a raptor-themed roller coaster in this fic, I haven't been on IoA's Velocicoaster (it opened shortly after I moved out of state, and I haven't gotten a chance to visit the park since then) and I had in fact forgotten the coaster existed when I first got the idea.

Romance and Roller Coasters

It was a pleasant surprise for Robin whenever he could get Starfire excited over something new.

Of course, “surprise” hadn’t always been quite the right word. He still remembered a few years back when just about everything on Earth was new to her. Starfire was as curious as she was optimistic, and quite nearly as impulsive when it came to casual outings, so she had a habit of diving headlong into everything from team sports to sandwiches.

But as time passed, more of the unknown had become known and things that were once strange and magical became normal. And while Starfire never lost her zeal for life, it was sometimes easy to forget the sheer enthusiasm with which she approached new experiences.

When she first set foot in the Adventure Studios theme park, that enthusiasm came roaring back.

“It’s like we are in another world!” she marveled aloud, lifting a foot off of the ground and turning every which way to take in all the sights at once.

Robin grinned as he cast an only slightly more subdued gaze around. “Yeah, that’s the idea.”

Adventure Studios was one of those big amusement parks that had whole sections themed after different movies and the like. The other Titans had been needling Robin to schedule a day trip ever since he had, as Beast Boy put it, “rediscovered his fun side” in Tokyo. Now, all five of them were gawping up at the stylized buildings, decor and rides that drew the gaze every which way.

“Ooh, ooh!” Beast Boy practically shrieked, shaking Cyborg’s arm in his excitement. “It’s the Kraken Whirlpool ride from Terrors of the Deep! Let’s go, last one there’s kraken chow!”

Robin frowned thoughtfully. “Maybe we should wait to see what everyone – and he’s already gone.” Cyborg had run off as well, leaving him standing in the middle of the shop-lined central street that Adventure Studios had named “Hollywood Road” with Raven and Starfire.

Raven shrugged. “They’re big kids, they’ll be fine. Even if the word ‘kid’ applies more than it should.”

Robin rubbed the back of his head, still frowning a little. “Yeah, I guess they can do their own thing and just call us when they want to meet back up.”

Starfire, meanwhile, had busied herself looking over a map of the park. “Oh!” she cried, pointing out one of the map regions in particular. “This area is styled after that dinosaur movie we watched last year.”

Robin craned his head to look. “Yeah, that’s a pretty popular franchise so I’m not surprised. Do you want to check it out?”

At Starfire’s enthusiastic nod, he turned to Raven. “You coming?”

Raven shrugged again. “Maybe later. I actually wanted to check out the Wizard Barry land before it gets too crowded.” She spared a moment to scowl at the small flood of people that was already starting to pour into the park, despite the fact that they’d arrived shortly after it opened for the day.

Robin nodded and took Starfire by the hand. “Okay then, call us if you want to meet up later!”

*******

While he felt a little guilty admitting it, Robin was kind of glad that the team had split up. He enjoyed spending time with all of his friends, of course, and he still hoped that once they all had their fill of running off to the first thing that grabbed their attention, they’d at least get to meet up for lunch or something. But for the moment, he got to focus on letting Starfire’s sheer enthusiasm for everything infect him.

“Oh!” she cried out again, lifting a few feet off the ground to inspect a looming Allosaurus animatronic. “Fascinating. It’s so lifeli–”

The animatronic suddenly moved to face her and leaned forward with a gaping, tooth-filled maw and a screeching roar playing out over its speakers. Starfire squeaked and flew back down to duck behind Robin.

Robin himself had admittedly taken a startled step back at the dinosaur’s sudden threat, but then he craned his head to fix her with a playfully teasing smirk. “What are you hiding behind me for? You’re the one with the starbolts.”

Starfire huffed and settled her feet on the ground. “Perhaps, but I doubt the owners of the park would appreciate me damaging their lifelike robots.”

Robin chuckled. “Fair enough.”

The two of them continued on down the path, marveling at the thick jungle-like landscape pressing in around them and the Mesozoic facsimiles dotted throughout the foliage. They took their time, pointing out familiar dinosaurs, trying to remember which of the forms they’d seen Beast Boy take in training and battle, and reminiscing on their favorite parts of the movie it was all built to resemble. It was like an impromptu date, and Robin was enjoying every moment of it.

Starfire squeaked again – in delight this time – when the path turned to reveal a looming building that resembled the movie’s infamous dinosaur lab. She lifted off the ground curiously to approach its doors, but before she could make her way in, something else caught her eye.

“I do not recall that from the movie,” she said, cocking her head thoughtfully at the big sign for a coaster that proudly identified it as “Raptor Pack Attack!”

Robin smiled. “It’s still an amusement park, so even the themed areas have roller coasters and other rides. They just have to be more abstract about the theme – like, if I remember it right this one’s all about speed, so it feels like you’re being chased by the raptors.”

Starfire’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh, so it is a ride! Is it like the roller coaster at the pier?”

Robin’s smile widened into an anticipatory grin. “Sort of, but that's kind of a small and simple one compared to what the big parks can do. Want to try it out?”

Starfire nodded enthusiastically, a grin overtaking her own face as she caught on to his knowing excitement. She thoroughly enjoyed all of the rides at the pierside park back in Jump, and he could tell she was eager for a chance to experience something like that on a grander scale.

It had been ages since Robin had gotten to ride a big steel coaster, so he matched her energy as the two of them ran up to join the queue. Luckily it was still early enough in the day that the wait time hadn’t gotten excessive, so it wasn’t very long before they could see the start of the ride looming up before them. Starfire leaned over the railing to watch the ride attendants and mechanisms at work, as enraptured by the process of loading and unloading riders as she had been by everything else.

Robin let out a contented little sigh and leaned onto the railing as well. “You know, I’ve kind of missed this.”

Starfire blinked and gave him a questioning look. “Missed what? The roller coasters?”

Robin flinched a little, heat crawling up his cheeks – he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “No. I mean, yeah, a little, but uh… I was talking more about seeing you get excited over new stuff.”

Starfire blinked again and tilted her head. “You think I have lost some of my enthusiasm over time?”

Robin shook his head. “Oh, not at all! It’s just… Well, there’s kind of something magical about experiencing something for the first time, and you are the best example of that I’ve ever seen. It’s great that you’re more familiar and comfortable with Earth now, but I also like how you get when you’re trying new things, you know? It’s like… it gives me a fresh appreciation for those things, if that makes any sense.”

Starfire hummed in thought for a moment, letting her gaze drift back to the roller coaster entrance. Finally, she smiled again, and Robin could swear it not only reached her eyes but made them sparkle.

“Well, I still maintain that Earth is full of amazing things to discover,” she said. “And I do not believe I will run out of such discoveries anytime soon. Perhaps we can experience some of them together?”

Shooting a meaningful glance at where the line had shuffled forward while she spoke, drawing enticingly close to the coaster, she held out a hand to him. “Such as, for example, a roller coaster that I believe you referred to as being ‘all about speed?’”

Robin smiled back and wordlessly took her hand in his, and as they approached the front of the line, the adrenaline of anticipation for the thrill ride wasn’t the only reason for the tingling rush just beneath his skin.

[inbarfink]

Okay, this is probably just me being Very Silly but… I think Roleswap AUs are a lot of fun, not just like… as a character design exercise thingy, but as a character exploration and analysis exercise… thingy.

Like, you know, it’s a game of ‘what would this character do if they were in that situation that this other character was in?’, ‘how much would change if those were the circumstances of this character’s life?’, ‘how much do you have to change about a character to make them work in this specific narrative role - and how much you just cannot change without making the character unrecognizable?’

So I’ve had a lot of fun playing around with my Adventure Time Roleswap AUs (you can get a better look at them with the AT Roleswap Tag on my blog). 

And I’ve been thinking if I could do a similar thing for Invader Zim - both because IZ has these clear Four Leads that you can swap around very neatly (actually much more than AT does lol) and… mostly because I’ve been going through yet another of my Literally Can’t Think of Anything but Invader Zim Phases and Roleswap AUs offer an exciting new opportunity to Rotate These Characters in My Head.

(For the sake of clarity, I’ll be using ‘the Alien’, ‘the Kid’, ‘the Robot’ and ‘the Sibling’ when referring to the Narrative Roles of Zim, Dib, GIR and Gaz respectively. So if I’m talking about a Dib-Zim Roleswap I’ll be talking about Zim-as-the-Kid and Dib-as-the-Alien. It might lead to weird turns-of-phrase later down the line, like Sibling!Dib when Dib is obviously always a sibling - but at least I hope it’ll be less clunky and more clear that way lol)

So, yeah, I had some Thoughts and Considerations about the idea of a Zim-Dib GIR-Gaz Roleswap, but all-in-all things fall into place pretty easily. Playing on Dib’s relatively-more-heroic role and his only-sane-man shtick by having him as a kinda Irken Rebel - he might still have the interest in magic and supernatural things that Mainstream Irken Science does not acknowledge, but mostly he’s seeing as ‘crazy’ for such ridiculous concepts as ‘conquering the galaxy just for the sake of it is Bad Actually’ and ‘maybe it’s kinda stupid to pick our leaders based entirely on how tall they are’ and ‘the Tallest are obviously blatantly figureheads and the Control Brains are running the show’. 

And to add insult to injury, it’s not just that his fellow Irkens don’t listen to his ideas - it’s that they don’t even have enough respect to treat him as an actual dangerous enemy of the state. Instead he’s seen as a crackpot and a joke. He’s basically constantly avoiding the obvious Existence Evaluation he deserves because the Tallests keep procrastinating it and pushing it back in favor of more ‘important things’. And, like, it’s not like Dib wants to be executed by the state for the crime of free thought… but it’ll be nice to know that he’s seen as a real threat. 

And of course while he’s better than most Irkens at the whole ‘Space Imperialism is Bad Actually’ thing, he still hasn’t unlearned all of the Irken propaganda about their own superiority (he’s got a Green Savior Complex basically) … and also he's got his own complex about his own superiority. Like, yeah, he’s infuriated by his people’s obsession with height because it’s a stupid illogical prejudice… but also specifically because it makes people disrespect him. When his two lazy and stupid smeethood bullies were made supreme leaders of the empire that was kinda the last straw for him.

Oh, in this AU the Tallests are basically the Same except their colors are switched. So now Red is the sillier and dumber one and Purple is the relatively more competent one. And on one hand Dib is the only Irken who seems to understand how thoroughly unfit to rule these two clowns are but he is also kinda obsessed with making them acknowledge his superiority even though he knows their opinion shouldn’t matter and thus making him the biggest clown of them all, in a way.

I’m still ironing out the details of how he gets to Earth. Something about using his hacking skills to infiltrate Operation Impending Doom 2 to try and sabotage it from within. Then, like, maybe the Earth ‘assignment’ was a trap laid by the Control Brains to get him out of the way. Or maybe he picked Earth because although the Empire sees it as unimportant - Dib thinks it has powerful arcane significance that makes it the perfect foundation for his resistance against the Empire or something like that.

I’m mostly thinking which of these is the snappiest and easiest to explain, but I do enjoy the idea of it being a trap cause it creates the possibility of a “the Alien discovers their plan is a big fat lie” scenario like in ETF, but rather than being utterly despondent and depressed like Canon Zim - Alien!Dib will be joyous and jubilantly validated at the idea that he was considered a notable enough threat to get out of the way with such an elaborate trick.

And Zim as the son of Professor Membrane is also a fun concept to consider. It’s very funny to think of him as still a megalomaniac trying to take over the world while also being just a human kid. He wants to defeat Dib because he sees him as a threat for his world domination plans (maybe not even understanding that Dib is not actually a world-conquering rival) and cause he believes that if he exposes or kills Dib he can get his hands on the advanced alien tech, which is the edge he needs in order to take over the world.

You can justify his world-conquering-obsession as, like, him growing up under the pressure of living up to his father’s legacy and he figured the only way to escape Membrane’s shadow is to go totally against everything he stands for, or that he’s subconsciously seeking revenge against the world and humanity for taking away his father's love and attention, or that he’s hoping that if he becomes an Actual Threat to the world, his dad will have to pay attention to him for a change ,or maybe it’s just ‘Zim is Just Weird Like That’. Or probably some combination of all of the above.

GIR and Gaz slot pretty effortlessly into their new roles. Sibling!GIR could be literally Zim’s little brother, or like, some genetically engineered dog monster Professor Membrane made in an afternoon. But personality-wise there’s no need to change much outside of maybe needing to tone a human version of GIR down just a tad because a human child has some biological, legal and physical limitations that GIR would otherwise lack.

Robot Gaz is basically like ‘Dib stole and reprogrammed a SIR Unit to have Free Will, still somehow struggles with the idea that Free Will means she can disobey him as well’. Pretty much as soon as they landed on Earth she acclimated better than Dib did and developed a fondness for Earth’s junk food and video games. She generally does her own thing and doesn’t really listen to Dib’s schemes to develop Earth’s defenses or harness some sort of supernatural forces against the Irken Empire or foil Zim’s plans or whatever - but mostly because disagrees with Dib’s methods and attitude rather than his goals. 

She does prefer the Earth over the Irken Empire and she does have some affection for Dib despite also finding him so annoying. She just refuses to cooperate with plans she thinks are frivolous or stupid or plainly just for Dib’s ego. When push really comes to shove, when she actually believes Dib and/or the Earth is in danger, she would come to help… usually.

So yeah, that Roleswap works pretty smoothly, but the problem starts if I try to do the two other sides of this Roleswap cube. the 'Invader GIR' and 'Invader Gaz' scenarios. This is where I get stuck... And the thing isn’t that the characters aren’t complex and versatile enough - I actually think the IZ characters are pretty multidimensional in their ridiculousness. 

It’s just that Dib and Zim’s psychology are really designed for them to play the roles of Protagonist and Antagonist - they’re very much defined to their very core by how driven and motivated they are and how much they want to take center stage. Zim's so self-obsessed he pretty much has to take over any narrative you place him in. And like 50% of Dib’s psyche can be summarized as a terminal case of Main Character Syndrome. Meanwhile, while GIR and Gaz have their own motivations - but GIR’s are generally too wild, capricious and frivolous to actually motivate a Plot, while Gaz’s very much defined by how mundane all of her motivations are. So you really have to work extra hard to make sure Zim and Dib, even when relegated to the sidekick role, don’t still find a way to steal the show.

Honestly, doing Zim as the Robot is actually something I think I can make work. If you just play up a few of Zim’s wackier elements - and especially his blind obedience and dedication to his superiors (which in this case would be Alien GIR), I think you can get a version of Zim that is recognizably Zim while still sticking mainly to the Wacky Comic Relief role.

(And for the record, Robot Zim is a modified SIM Unit, which is a Standard Issue Minion. What does the Z stand for? The Z stands for ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM, obviously!)

Sibling Dib was kind of a weird journey for me because at first I thought I had an easy solution for it - just Bill-fy Dib! Keep all of Dib’s bolster and UFO obsession stuff, but minus the fact that he can actually recognize an alien standing in front of his face. Probably because he just doesn’t want to admit his sister found an alien before he did - he just refuses to believe GIR is an alien and going off his wild-goose chases against his own phony conspiracy theories.

But… I think that idea is, like, too effective at keeping Dib away from the limelight? I mean, that would basically relegate him exclusively to Comic Relief and someone Gaz could have conversations with and very little plot relevancy. And I think we should be able to do better by Sibling Dib. Some way to keep him away from the Main Character Role, but still have him as a relevant and useful character from time-to-time?

Putting GIR in any sort of lead role is the much bigger problem. Like I said - GIR just too deranged and too uncontrollable to hold most plotlines, even on Invader Zim. And I can imagine grounding him just a tad, you can do, like ‘alien Invader comes to earth in order to conquer it - realizes he likes junk food and stupid TV so much that he doesn’t want to do it anymore, but still lacks any real concerns for human life or morality’. You know, I’m imagining wacky misadventures that are basically in the spirit of ‘what if SpongeBob SquarePants lacked any sense of right and wrong’ - and that will be a viable narrative, but I’m worried it’s getting too far away from the sheer id-like essence of GIR.

On the Kid corner, obviously you can make narratives in which Gaz and her motivations move the story along - Invader Zim Canon did it multiple times. It’s more of a question of how much we can keep this up. Like, okay, this is purely me and my stupid personal hang-ups. But what I’m looking for is an AU that really feels like it could be its own standalone show, and obviously it’s not going to be the same as Canon IZ - like the Invader Dib roleswap is going to have a slightly more standard heroic narrative compared to the total Villain Protagonist setup of the canon - but I want to make sure everyone fulfill their new Narrative Roles to the level you can imagine a Variety of Episode Plots that fit the 11-minutes-and-occasional-double-length format of IZ. 

And with Gaz being really defined by the fact that she cares more for being left alone or the mundane things in life or enacting terrible revenge in the name of the mundane things in life than for any of the sci-fi shit or saving the world- it kinda limits the amount of plots she should be willing to participate in and/or requires a lot of extra Set-Up to explain why she’s emotionally involved in the plot. 

I mean, I can certainly imagine a story about a hedonistic would-be Invader making a bizarre harebrained scheme to get his hands on a ridiculous amount of tacos which somehow spirals into attracting the ire of some scarily competent and spiteful little girl by, like, interrupting her Super Mario Odyssey speedrun or something and so she causally takes down his whole operation. But that sort of setup works better for a sort of hyperformulastic show like ‘Phineas and Ferb’- and ‘Phineas and Ferb’ is lovely, but Invader Zim really benefits from a wide variation of plots and episode structure. 

(That’s also the problem with a Tallests-Zim Membrane-Dib roleswap. Although the idea of an P&F style sketch starring the two lazy goofball Invaders who are just trying to get their incredibly obnoxious and megalomaniac boss off their back and are repeatedly accidently foiled by a brilliant hypercompetent child genius who also somehow remains consistently oblivious to the fact that they are aliens trying to take over the world is very Fun and I should probably do something Separate with it later)

And then there’s the idea of a Zim-Gaz GIR-Dib roleswap which is… I don’t even know where to start. That’s pretty much what that one body-switch-themed guest issue of the IZ Comics used basically because it’s the one that breaks the show’s premise the most thoroughly. The show’s most ambitious and least competent character swapped with its least ambitious and most competent and the most grounded character is swapped with the most unhinged. I am still really stuck on how to make it work?

The only real idea I have for now is maybe taking inspiration from Alien Gaz from that aforementioned comic issue’s characterization - not of Gaz-as-Zim, but of Zim-as-Gaz. Something about an Alien Invader who is genuinely invested in conquering the planet but also she keeps getting distracted? It’s hard to really say when, like I said, that’s really the only thing I have right now. 

Perhaps I need to think about all of this a bit more, or perhaps the real lesson of this Character Exploration Thingy is just that those kinda roleswaps just don’t work with the Invader Zim cast?

[idontplaytrack]

Hey idk if you’re taking requests rn but I was wondering if you could write some fluff with one of auli’i’s characters (it doesn’t really matter which one) where the reader is just being the biggest flirt and she won’t take the hint until the reader kissed her

Lost Cause

Amber Appleton x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, coarse language?

Thank you for requesting! Enjoy:)

“Amber, what is the matter with you? Why are you so fidgety?” Ty asks.

“You know y/n?” Asked Amber.

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned her before. Why?” The guy looks at him confused.

“Well, she asked me to hang out with her tomorrow night. Like go to dinner together.” Amber reveals.

“That’s great!”

“What? No.” Amber was horrified.

“Amber, you are seriously so oblivious sometimes.” He sighs, “She likes you. We only met her one time and it was insanely obvious.”

“That is impossible.” Amber’s eyes widened momentarily.

“Why do you find it so ridiculous that someone has feelings for you?” Ty laughs.

“I mean- look at her.”

“The girl’s been shamelessly flirting with you.” Ricky pointed out, “She was pretty touchy with you and you were so okay with it.”

“You too? My God.” Amber huffs.

“Okay, look- the winter dance is coming up.” Ricky continues, “We know you like her, so why don’t you make a move and ask her to go with you?”

“That is a great idea, Ricky.” Jordan quipped, “It would be the perfect opportunity for a first kiss- very romantic.”

“First kiss? Seriously? I cannot even get a proper sentence out when I see her.” Amber guffaws.

“Exactly. You do like her. And she likes you.” Jordan stated, “It’s easy- you have her number just casually drop her text and ask if she wants to join you. Not that it’s going to be a date.”

“I don’t see how that’s supposed to help- I’m still going to be spending time alone with her but she won’t know I want it to be a date?”

“Oh, Amber. You are a lost cause.” Ricky tutted, “Give me your phone.”

“No, why?”

“Just give it to me. My friends, we’re gonna help Amber ask out her crush.” Ricky announces.

“Yeah, Amber. Don’t let the girl’s efforts go to waste.” Jordan laughed, “Phone.”

“You can check what they type out before you decide to send it or not.” Ty reminded, “Y’know?”

“First thing’s first, do you want to go to dinner with her?” Ricky asked, “That’s what you need to answer first,”

“Do you honestly just always shove your feelings aside and ignore them? She was your roommate. How’ve you not kissed already is beyond me,” Jordan remarked.

“I wish it were that easy.” Amber sighs softly, nearly rolling her eyes. “You guys know I-”

“Yes.” They chorused. “That’s why we’re gonna help you text her,” Ricky added on.

Amber took her phone out and slid it across the table.

————

After school, Amber immediately went to get ready for tonight. She was excited, but more so nervous. She probably cared a little too much about what you thought— that’s how much she liked you. However, given that your little date location was a dinner, she ended up wearing hoodie and jeans. She was seriously deciding on the dress, though. But she didn’t. As you walked up the street to reach the dinner, you see her walk down the street- towards you.

“Hi, Amber.” You gave her a little wave.

“Hey.” She replies.

You two quickly got a seat and were now looking through the menu. “I was going to wear a dress. But I thought that was too formal.” Amber began. Much to your surprise.

You chuckle, “You know, I thought the same.” You were wearing a sweatshirt and cargo pants.

“Well, great minds think alike.” She giggles. Amber was blushing.

“Hey, do you have a date to the winter dance?” You asked, shutting the menu having already decided on what to order.

“Uh…” She looked away for a second, “Um, no. I was- thinking, if maybe…you wanna go with me? Like a date?”

“A date?” You didn’t expect her to make the first move- you were going to ask her. But she’d beat you to it. “With you? I mean-”

“I-it doesn’t have to be a date, but I-”

You interjected, “Amber, relax. I would love to go to the dance with you.”

“Really?” Her face lit up. “Of course.” You smiled, reaching out to put your hand on hers. Amber then pursed her lips together trying to hide her smile but failed to do so.

Over dinner, she slowly opened up- talking to you without too much care at all. Her actually bubbly personality and bright smile made your heart flutter. Amber who such an optimist too, which you loved about her. “Well, I’ve been alone honestly for the last 2 years…no family. Just my friends.” Her closest friends: Ty, Jordan and Ricky were all going to school in the same state or nearby states. So they still hung out sometimes. Pretty often, actually.

There were some rumours going around the school about what happened to her Mom, but you knew her Dad has passed away when she was twelve from a heart condition. You ignored the crap, obviously, knowing it wasn’t true.

“Well, um- you’ve got me now.” You smiled. She does the same back and then proceeded to stab at a little cut-up piece of syrup drenched waffle on her plate.

That night, you walked Amber back to her dorm before you headed back to yours. “Good night, Amber.”

“Good night.” She gave you a shy smile. And as you were about to turn and leave. “Wait.” She stops you, grabbing onto your wrist.

You stopped, looking into her eyes, waiting for her to continue speaking.

“Are we…”

You let a chuckle slip, you cautiously leaned closer to her, your hand sliding up her cheek to cup it, and then your lips met- igniting a spark in both of you that was yearning to make itself known…and Amber, stood before you in shock and delight, slowly reciprocating. She kisses you back, her hands on your back, almost reflexively pulling you closer. Your kisses linger for a minute before you two mutually broke away, just a tiny bit breathless.

“Those that answer your question? Or are you gonna need another clue?” You grinned.

“Mhm.” Amber nodded, her shyness taking over again as she blushed, “Can I kiss you again?”

You nodded happily and obliged, letting her kiss you this time. You loved it- she claimed that she’s never kissed anyone before but she was good, though. “Good night, y/n.” She hugs you with the biggest smile on her face.

“Sweet dreams, Amber.” You cupped her cheek and kissed her on the nose, “I’ll see you again soon.”

[experimentfae]

Halloween Party

(Welcome home Halloween special)

You were excited for Halloween party this year it was going to be thrown at home as it always each year, you rummaged around you’re closet to find you’re costume.

“Maybe it’s- no or maybe it’s over there… nope.” You huffed in frustration “I better have not permanently lost it.” Your eyes wonder around the closet until you found one spot you haven’t gotten to yet “it must be there.” Thankfully this time you were right.

“Yes! Now I can finally get ready I think I’m already running a little late.” You immediately got dressed in your costume and started to head there until you remembered “wow almost forgot about the dessert I was supposed to bring in.” You chuckled to yourself as you quickly went to the kitchen and got the dessert.

You closed the door behind as you walked towards home, the good thing about having a small community is that you didn’t have to walk far at all.

Home seemed very happy to see you and waved it’s door window at you “hi home guessing you already know why I’m here he creaked for yes and opened the door for you “thanks home.” You walked in to see everyone there looking to be enjoying themselves.

“(Y/n) you made it.” Spoke wally who seemed happy that you got here “yeah wouldn’t miss it for the world, I got the desserts.” His eyes gone wide seeing the skeleton cookies “they look great (y/n) thank you for bringing the cookies.”

He then grabs your hand and dragged you to the kitchen, you looked to see other Halloween themed food “place it with the others.”

You nodded and placed your dessert between the snack and drinks. “I love your costume Wally you look great as a demon.” Wally blushed “thank you neighbor you look the most in your costume.” “Aw Wally, you’re too sweet.” You smiled feeling good on your costume choice.

“Is (y/n) here?!” You heard Julie yelled trying to look for you and you smiled “I guess that’s my cue I’ll see you in a bit Wally.” You waved bye which he did in return and you walked around to find Julie, but you bumped into someone.

“Oh dear I’m so sorry.” You looked to see Eddie in a Frankenstein costume and behind was frank who was a vampire “wow both of you look amazing!” You complimented which made this blush “you look great as well, oh did you try my pepper mummy’s they are delicious.” Eddie stated in confidence “oh I haven’t I must try it later and I’m guessing that you frank, made the bats brew.” You questioned.

Frank rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly “you got me there (y/n) I guess it’s pretty obvious though isn’t it.” He laughed, you nodded your head “yeah but they look good I’ll have to try them later as well.” “Thank you (y/n) oh I almost forgot Julie is looking for you, I’ll take you to her.” He walked down towards the living room.

“Oh I guess I’ll go and try the desserts that (y/n) brought.” Eddie said while walking towards the kitchen, you followed frank and you saw the rest of the you’re neighbors costumes “wow all of you look awesome.” They all thanked you and then Julie jumped in excitement “ now that you’re here (y/n) we can start the games!” Julie didn’t hide that she was dying for this part.

“Sounds exciting.” You admitted waiting to see what you and the others would play “oh wait here I’m gonna get it.” Julie then left to get the game of choice.

“You look marvelous! what was the inspiration.” You looked over to see sally smiling at you anticipating your answer and you answered “wow I wouldn’t think you be you’re answer but you’re always are full of surprises (y/n).”

Julie then came back with a game called zombie eyeball tossed “I just know we will have so much fun.” Julie squealed while setting up the game.

“Can I start looks fun.” Asked Howdy “of course howdy.” Julie agreed stepping out of the way.

You guys continued to play games and Wally and Eddie joined in “this was a great idea Jules.” Spoke Sally “aw thanks Sal.” You then felt someone poke your shoulder you looked over to see howdy.

“Oh howdy how are you?” “I’m great but I’m here to ask if you liked the Halloween themed mugs you got?” This made you smile “of course howdy they are lovely perfect for this time of month.” This made him swell with pride “well I’m glad ya liked it anything for my second favorite customer.” This made you chuckle “who’s the first?” “Why of course Barnaby he’s there for a hotdog everyday, keeps businesses booming.”

“Did I hear someone call my name?” Speak of the devil also coincidentally Wally was right behind barnaby following behind. “There’s my number one customer, yeah we were just talking about how much you love hotdogs.”

“That’s a fact.” Admitted barnaby “well I came here you tell you guys a couple jokes, I think they will tickle both yas funny bones.” This made the four of you laugh.

He kept telling his jokes “oh this last one I swear guys.” You were able to calm down you’re laughing and then asked “ok, ok what the joke.” He smiled “how do you fix a broken pumpkin?” “How?” Asked Howdy “A PUMPKIN PATCH.” This made all of you laugh.

Barnaby was laughing at his own joke until he made himself stop laughing “ok a reason I made it the last was because we are doing pumpkin carvings right now!” This made you guys stop laughing “what’s pumpkin carving?” Replied Wally “no worry little bud we will teach you.” Replied Barnaby.

“Good thing I brought a lot of pumpkin carving tools.” Spoke Howdy “that’s good let head to the kitchen everyone.” Stated Wally has he was heading there, you all followed.

You saw that there was nine pumpkins for each neighbor. “Pumpkin carving is so fun!” Shouted Julie was jumping in joy she ran to a pumpkin of her choice “oh (y/n) sit by me! We need to catch up more!” She yelled you sat beside her and Wally sat by you’re left side.

“(Y/n) what carving are you gonna do?” Asked Wally “hmm I might do (your choice).” “that’s a great one I’m gonna do a cat.” Added Julie as she was beginning her carving.

“So what about you Wally?” You asked “well… I need don’t know… maybe the neighbors will know.” He then turned towards the wall of his kitchen “do you neighbors, know what I should carve on my pumpkin?”

It always confused when he did that but of course you got used to it quickly, Wally was always a quirky guy. “I wonder who he sees when he does that.” You questioned Julie could only shrug “no clue but (y/n), you must play business with me next time with Eddie as well, it’s starting to get stale with just the two of us.” Admitted Julie.

“I don’t see why not.” You agreed this made Julie giddy “oh (y/n) you’re not gonna regret it!” Julie assured going back to her pumpkin.

“Good job neighbor I will do that.” Spoke Wally as he turned his back to the wall again “the neighbors said that we should make a zombie.” Stated Wally as he asked you and barnaby to help him carve.

“Um ok.” “Alright pal.” You both begin helping him “that’s good now let’s add this.” “Let’s try this?” So what you think Wally?” You asked “I love it neighbors, this going to the best Halloween yet.” Announced Wally as he seemed very pleased by his pumpkin.

“Glad to hear it bud.” Spoke Barnaby, you and him finally begin your pumpkins and didn’t take long thankfully. “They all look lovely.” You looked up to see Poppy.” “Thank you poppy” you all said at the same time, which in return made everyone laugh.

“No problems dears, it’s time to put the candles in.” Stated poppy as she begin taking out candles and as matchmaker box. “Right almost forgot that part.” Said Wally as he went to grab a candle and a match “be careful how to use these they aren’t safe for little ones.” Spoke Wally as he looked at the wall again.

So he sees kids when he does this? Weird but why kids? He then begin lighting his match and the candle, he then put into the pumpkin. “That’s how it’s done remember let adult do this only for your safety.” Wally then turned his face towards us “so what’s next?”

“Um well we take them outside or inside the house and place them were all can see your artwork.” Explain Sally as she shows hers that was just her face on the pumpkin, made sense she has a lot of self love, poppy was a simple pumpkin face, barnaby was a bone, howdy was a butterfly and funny enough so was Frank’s and finally Eddie was a ghost one.

You all placed your pumpkins outside for you all to enjoy and maybe take home later, “For the last event we must tell scary stories.” Demanded Sally “of course it’s crucial thing to do on Halloween.” Agreed frank who sat down on Wally’s couch. “Yes Frank’s right we must.” Stated Julie as she sat beside him.

You all eventually joined around the circle you sat and listened tell their stories one by one, the one that made you laugh of Wally’s he didn’t get scary stories yet. “Ok (y/n) it’s your turn.” Spoke Eddie as now everyone had their eyes on you.

“I don’t if I would be any good.” You admitted feeling nervous of potential embarrassment you could face “come on it won’t be bad and besides you’re with your friend’s.” Advised poppy you knew she was right so your pushed you’re anxiety aside and begin telling you’re story.

As you told you’re story you noticed that some puppet genuinely seemed scared of the story, by the end of you’re story everyone was silent until you heard Sally “Bravo (y/n) bravo! You’re a marvelous storyteller!” “She’s right that was good.” Agreed howdy as he applaud me they all begin to applaud “wow thank’s guy’s I didn’t think I wouldn’t be good at all.” You replied sitting back down beginning to eat the food and drinks.

“Well you proved you’re self otherwise kid.” Barnaby added while he took some food as well everyone being eat some food while they talked about they will do for the holidays.

“Oh we need to do a Christmas party at my place this time, after all I am a star.” Announced Sally “that would be a great idea ma’am.” Agreed Eddie “the mailman got the spirit.” Sally replied seeming to be happy by that answer of course the others agreed to that idea.

“It’s getting late guys, I should start heading home.” You spoke as you got up ready to head home “yeah (y/n) I’m- then Barney yawned interrupting us own sentence “starting to get tired.” He got up as well. Everyone agreed it’s time to head out everyone said their byes to Wally and home.

You were the last one there about to say goodbye until Wally interrupted “wait before you go home neighbor I want you to have this.” He then reached for his cardigan pocket and game you a Halloween key chain “I thought of making something for you.” He smiled wider this made you blush a little “t-thank you Wally, but why only I got one?”

“Well I think you’re just the most.” “That’s very sweet of you, you’re the most too Wally.” You hugged him which made him go limp “bye Wally hope to see you tomorrow.” you let go of him “and goodbye home see you tomorrow as well.” Home creaked in return which you knew meant goodbye.

As you left threw the door you looked backed threw the window one last time and saw him talking towards the wall again seeming to say goodbye to his “audience” “weird guy but my favorite weird guy.” You picked up your pumpkin and walked home.

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[db-gochifan]

GoChi Week 2023 - Day 2: Letters/Flowers

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Title: The Secret Admirer Pairing: Goku/Chi-Chi; minor Bulma/Yamcha Characters: Son Goku, Chi-Chi, Bulma Briefs, Yamcha and Ox King Summary: A letter brings up the romantic side of Goku. Do not copy, repost, use it in any form or claim this work to be your own. Cross-posted on AO3

It was a typical winter day on West City. Valentine’s Day was just around the corner, which meant the halls from Orange Star High School were filled with pink and red hearts and other Valentine’s decorations. Goku sighed deeply when he got closer to his locker and saw the amount of boxes around it.

“I don’t get why you’re so annoyed with that.” Yamcha stated with a confused tone, as he tried to get near his own locker. “Most guys would love to be on your shoes right now.”

“I would gladly trade places, without even questioning it.” He opened his locker and a bunch of letters slipped down to the floor. “How the hell did these girls managed to push all these letters through my locker?!”

“You should never underestimate them. They are capable of anything.”

“Tell me about it.” Goku growled when he accidentally kicked one of the many boxes near his feet. He bent down and grabbed one that has a full-page picture of a brunette attached to it.

“So what are you going to do with all these presents?”

“Honestly? I have no idea.” He glanced at Yamcha and couldn’t help but laugh when he noticed he was nearly drooling at the photo. “Could you be less obvious?”

“What?” The long-haired man blinked a few times and shook his head.

“We were close to getting drowned here.” He teased and then handed the box to his friend. “Do you want to keep this one? Maybe you can get lucky.”

“You don’t want it?”

Just as Goku was about to answer, his eyes fell on a brunette girl walking down the hall. She was so distracted talking to Bulma that she wasn’t paying attention to anything or anyone else. His neck could have easily been broken due to how much it followed her around.

“Earth to Goku.” Yamcha waved his hand in front of his friend’s eyes, to get his attention.

“What?” The spiky haired man shook his head slightly. “Do you really want it? I mean…”

He glanced at the direction the two girls had gone and Yamcha followed him suit.

“Yeah, it’s better not to. Last thing I want is to piss Bulma off. It can often get pretty bad.”

“That’s true.”

****

“I can’t believe you’re not gonna give to him.” Bulma stated with astonishment as she and Chi-Chi headed to their class.

“Believe it or not, I’m not.”

“I don’t get it, you wrote it for nothing?”

“Did you see how many things there were in front of his locker? I don’t stand a chance.”

“Are you kidding me?” She shouted. “I guarantee the other girls don’t come anywhere near you.”

“I feel flattered, but I still don’t believe it.”

“Well, you should. I’ve seen the way he looks at you when you’re distracted.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m still not giving it to him.”

“Okay, if that’s what you want.”

“It is.” Chi-Chi ended the conversation and the two girls headed to their seats in silence. ****

Bulma waited hidden for Chi-Chi to leave the dressing room after changing into her fighting outfit later that day. She sneaked in very slowly and went through her friend’s stuff to get the letter.

“I’m sorry, Chi-Chi. But you’ll thank me later.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Yamcha asked for what seemed to be the millionth time.

“Yes, I ‘m sure.” She replied firmly and with some annoyance. “If you don’t want to help me, that’s fine. But I can’t just stand here and do nothing to help my friend.”

“What happens when she finds out? She’s gonna be really pissed.”

“I can deal with it when the time comes. For now, let’s just put our plan into action.”

“Fine.”

“I knew you’d be part of this plan!” The bluenette exclaimed with excitement and threw her hands around his neck. “Before we know it, Goku and Chi-Chi will be in each other’s arms.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“Honey, I always am.” She said, full of confidence.

****

Chi-Chi was feeling rather uncomfortable with so many guys looking at her during martial arts class. She wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Much to her surprise, someone else seemed to have noticed her discomfort too.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

“Huh?” She looked at him with her eyebrows raised. “Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine. I just don’t like being the center of the attention like this. For some reason, guys look down on women being fighters. Or they think it’s sexy, which is kinda disgusting in my opinion.”

“Hey, leave me out of this.”

“So you don’t think it’s sexy?”

Goku couldn’t help but think her tone almost sounded a little disappointed. “No, that’s not what I meant. Of course I think it’s… anyway, guys may look down on women who fight, but not me. I actually think it’s great.”

“Do you really?” Her face beamed in happiness after hearing what he said.

He couldn’t help but think she looked cute when she smiled like that. He automatically smiled back at her.

“Yes, I really do. Would you feel better if I told these guys to stop looking at you? Or I can just beat them up if you want.”

“It’s not necessary to beat them up.” She put her hands up between them, almost close to his chest. “Just telling them will be enough.”

“Alright.” He was slightly disappointed with her request, but tried his very best to hide it.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

****

Goku and Yamcha made their way to the changing rooms after taking shower when martial arts classes were over for the day. The latter was feeling a little nervous about the letter his friend was about to find. He still didn’t have a good feeling about this.

“Some nice training today, huh?” The spiky-haired brunette asked while he dried his hair with a white towel.

“It surely was.” The other brunette tried to push his worries away and replied in the coolest tone possible. “Once again you couldn’t stay away from Chi-Chi.”

Goku couldn’t help but grin when he was nudged on the ribs by his friend. “You know me.”

“I sure do.” Yamcha very discreetly looked over his shoulder to see what his fellow martial arts friend was doing. He put on his best fake surprised face. “What’s this?”

“It’s a letter.” Goku flipped it around, looking for any signs that could tell him who it was from, but he couldn’t find anything.

“You don’t know who sent it?”

“No, there’s nothing in the envelope.” He didn’t bother hiding his frustration, though he was also full of hope it would be from Chi-Chi.

“So you got yourself a secret admirer, huh?”

“That seems like it.” With a sigh, he put the letter in his bag, flinging it on his shoulders right after. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Yamcha quickly followed him out of the changing rooms. “I’m surprised you didn’t open the letter right away. It almost seemed like you weren’t too thrilled about it.”

“It’s probably from one of these girls who are desperately to have a boyfriend.” Goku shook his head and shrugged, keeping a very cool tone as he spoke. “I will open it when I get home.”

“I see.” He pressed his lips together. “Either way, I’m curious to know what you will think about it.”

“Really?” He spiky-haired boy looked at him with his eyebrows raised. “Why is that?”

“For no reason.” Yamcha began to panic and his eyes widened when he realized he almost gave himself and Bulma away. “I just want to know what’s in the letter.”

“Alright, I guess.”

****

Goku was lying on his bed chilling and staring at the ceiling when he remembered the letter was still in his bag. He jumped out of his bed and ran to it, returning to his previous position as soon as he grabbed the envelope. He carefully tore it open, so he wouldn’t accidentally rip the paper inside. Then he unfolded the paper and began to read its content. He didn’t remember seeing that handwriting anywhere before, but his heart still started beating faster on his chest. He couldn’t tell whether it was his wishful thinking or something else, but he was sure that handwriting belonged to the girl he had been crushing – sometimes not so subtly – for quite a while.

Hi, Goku!

I hope you forgive me for writing this letter, but I couldn’t find any other way to say what I wanted. In person would be an option, but I’m just not brave enough to do it. Anyway, maybe I should go straight to the point. Okay, so… I’ve been observing you these past few days… maybe admiring would be a more suitable word. Honestly, I don’t know what I intended to do with this letter… maybe just let you know I admire you? Well, either way, I hope you don’t feel embarrassed with it and my confused thoughts. I surely do, now that I’m reading it.

I guess I’ll see you around.

Your secret admirer.

Goku had a huge grin on his face by the time he finished reading the small confessional letter. But he didn’t find it embarrassing in the slightest. It was the opposite actually. He found it sweet. He folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. When he was about to put it away in a drawer, the scent of lilies invaded his nostrils and he shivered slightly. If there was any doubt Chi-Chi had written that letter, it was just gone. For the second time in less than fifteen minutes, Goku jumped out of his bed. This time, however, he rushed out of his house.

****

Chi-Chi was about to leave for school that morning. She yelled bye to her father and opened the front door of her house. Her eyes immediately fell on a single flower lying right in front of it. She bent down and picked it up, silently looking to her right and to her left for someone or something that could tell her who had put it there. But there was nothing.

“Chi-Chi?” The Ox King, her father, walked into the kitchen and saw her frozen on her spot. “Is something wrong?”

“Someone left a lily here.” She walked in again, grabbing a glass and filling it with water for the flower.

“A flower?” He asked while she turned around and put the glass in the center of their table. “It was just there?”

“That’s right.” Chi-Chi nodded and looked at the flower for a few more seconds before shaking her head and smiling. “Well, I should go to school or I’ll be late.”

“Alright. Have a good day, darling.”

“You too, dad.”

****

Chi-Chi was taken aback when she stopped in front of her locker and found another lily attached to its lock. She had just grabbed it when Bulma stopped beside her.

“Well, well, looks like someone’s got a secret admirer.”

“I’m sure that was an accident. Someone must have confused someone else’s locker with mine.”

“Do you really think so low of yourself? Why is it so hard for you to accept someone may have a crush on you?”

“That’s not…” She pressed her lips together, deciding not to argue with her friend. She may have a point. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I know I am.” Bulma bragged with a grin. “And looks like this person actually knows some of your tastes. Not everyone has lilies as their favorite flower.”

“It looks like it.” The brunette bit her lower lip as she placed the flower on her locker. She could only hope it wouldn’t die before she went home.

“Don’t you wanna know who sent it?”

“Of course I do, but apparently they don’t share the same thought.”

There was a bitter tone in Chi-Chi’s voice; almost like she was disappointed for some reason, but she couldn’t understand why. Or maybe she just didn’t want to admit it.

“It’s possible, but I think we both know who put it here.”

“And also who had left another one at my door earlier.”

“What?” Bulma asked, visibly surprised.

“I came across another lily when I left for school this morning. Whoever left it must know where I live.”

“That’s so sweet!”

“More like creepy.”

“Why must you ruin everything?”

“Come on, you have to admit it was a little creepy.”

“Well…” The blue haired girl had to agree with her friend. “So what are you going to do now?”

“Honestly? I have no idea.” Chi-Chi looked at her. “Wait and see if this boy will reveal himself eventually, I guess.”

****

“Why are there so many petals near your locker?” Yamcha couldn’t take his eyes off the floor while he and Goku went to grab their things to go home after class.

Goku didn’t say anything, he simply opened his own locker and showed him the bouquet of lilies inside it.

“What the…? Did you receive them from a girl?”

“Nope, I’m actually sending them to one.”

“Chi-Chi…” He said after he fully understood the situation. “What did she say about it?”

“Nothing yet. I didn’t tell her they were from mine, so she doesn’t know. At least I don’t think she does.”

“Chi-Chi is smart, she will figure out. If she hadn’t already.”

“That’s true.”

“So what are you going to do now?”

“Now it’s time to put the final part of my plan into action.”

****

Goku felt his heart pounding hard on his chest and began to get nervous with everyone glancing at the bouquet of flowers in his hand. He noticed a group of girls standing not far from her, undoubtedly wanting to know who was the lucky girl that would get the lilies. He prayed Chi-Chi didn’t take too long to walk out of school or that she was still inside. Otherwise he would make a fool out of himself.

The single lily swung smoothly under Chi-Chi’s grasp as she and Bulma left the school building and headed towards the exit. Her heart skipped a beat when she found another one in their path and she knelt down to pick it up.

“Whoever this guy is, he’s really good.” Bulma commented when her friend returned to her previous position.

“Maybe.” She couldn’t help but smell it. “I’m surprised no one took it, to be honest.”

“I guess not everyone likes lilies.”

“Yeah, that may be it.”

For some reason, Chi-Chi felt her heart racing as they got near the gate. She noticed there were more people around than usual that day, clearly waiting to see how things would unfold. As soon as she crossed the gate, she saw Goku from the corner of her eyes, standing on her left.

“Goku.” Her voice was barely a whisper as she watched him get near her. “So it was you all along.”

“That’s right.” He gave her one of his signature smiles and handed her the bouquet. “I heard lily is your favorite flower.”

“It is.” She smiled kindly and was surprised to see he had offered her his arm.

“May I take a beautiful girl home today?”

Chi-Chi felt her cheeks blush slightly, but still linked her free arm with his.

[maria021015]

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR CHAPTER 31

“I don’t know what I did, but I know I did something,” Stiles complained as he and Scott carried their gear back to the Jeep. They’d been practising Lacrosse at the local park now that school was closed due to summer break, despite it being the off-season. It would keep their fitness up for Cross Country when Junior year commenced in August. “I’m telling you, Scott. She’s mad at me. I haven’t seen her since we got back to town.”

“Didn’t you say her brother grounded her?” Scott raised a brow, trying to follow his best friend’s ramblings.

“Yeah, but it’s been two weeks and she hasn’t tried to sneak out once.” Stiles resonated, shutting the boot to the car with a loud thud.

“Maybe she’s just following the rules.” The wolf shrugged, not seeing the significance.

“But her replies to my messages have been really weird. Look,” Stiles pulled his phone out and brought up his message thread with Zaida, flashing his friend the screen.

“This just looks like a normal conversation…” Scott peered at the messages, not seeing anything he’d deem out of the ordinary. “She’s still responding to you, right?”

“Scotty boy, there’s something you gotta learn, and it’s that not all girls are like Allison. She might completely cut you off when she’s mad at you, which makes it easy for you to tell, but most of them don’t do that. Most of them - like Zaida - will tell you it’s fine when really nothing is fine, and everything is about to explode in your face!” He rambled theatrically, his features moving exaggeratedly as he shoved his phone back into Scott’s face. “Look, there’s no pop-culture references, or little rants about movie plot holes, and it’s all grammatically correct.”

“Why does the grammar have anything to do with it?” Scott frowned, not understanding much of anything at the moment.

“Because, Scott, usually when she messages she gets all excited about what she has to say and her brain moves faster than her fingers so she ends up making a bunch of spelling and grammatical errors. Sometimes her sentences don’t even make any sense.” Stiles sighed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “But these all make perfect sense. Ergo, she’s absolutely furious and plotting all the ways she’s going to completely eviscerate me when she gets un-grounded.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re unnecessarily dramatic?” Scott turned away climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

“Yeah, all the time, but what does that have to do with anything?” Stiles brushed it off and slid into the driver’s side. Scott’s blatant insinuation went right over his head in his distracted state. “I texted Lydia to ask her if she knew if Zaida was okay, and she said nothing was wrong! Can you believe that?”

“Believe what? Doesn’t that mean that she’s fine and you’re overthinking it?” The wolf clarified and then backtracked to what he’d just heard. “Wait a minute, you got Lydia’s number, and instead of gushing about that for hours you’ve been decoding Zaida’s messages like some kind of Shakespearean book?”

“Okay first off, that means that Zaida’s not just upset in general, she’s just mad at me specifically, which is infinitely worse. Secondly, Shakespeare wrote plays, not books. And thirdly, YES, keep up!” Stiles rolled his eyes and stuck his keys into the ignition, the engine rumbling to life.

“Right,” Scott nodded slowly, trying to wrap his head around the situation. “And are you sure you still like Lydia?”

“Yeah, duh. What does my hopeless crush have to do with anything? I’m not talking about Lydia right now, I’m talking about Zaida, and the fact that she’s going to use her powers to cook me from the inside out like a Stiles-sized microwave dinner!” He blurted and then froze when he realised what had just come out of his mouth. “Oh, shit.”

“‘Use her powers’?” Scott straightened in his seat, repeating his friend’s slip-up. “What powers? I thought she still wasn’t presenting?”

“Yeah…about that,” Stiles chuckled awkwardly, not knowing how to backtrack now that it was out in the open. If Zaida wasn’t mad at him before - which he knew she one-hundred percent was - she definitely would be now. “So, we kind of discovered that the reason why she didn’t turn into a werewolf when Peter bit her was because she was already something else. Her powers have slowly been developing over the past few months and you know how I told you I couldn’t hang out because I was sick with the flu? Well actually, I took her to her beach house in Monterey and we found her family’s Bestiary in a secret room hidden behind a bookshelf, which told us that she comes from a long line of Nymphs.”

“You guys did what?” Scott gawked at the new information that was being revealed to him. “You’ve both been working on this for how long? Who else knows?”

“Just us two and Lydia. Oh, and Derek kind of knows a little, I guess. Which means Isaac probably knows a bit too,” Stiles trailed off, trying to make Scott feel better about being left out but actually accomplishing the complete opposite. “But Allison definitely doesn’t know anything.”

“So Allison and I are the only two people who had no idea about any of this?” Scott muttered, slightly offended that Zaida hadn’t trusted him with this. He knew they weren’t exactly the closest out of the group but he’d thought that with everything they’d all gone through they’d be beyond keeping such secrets.

“Look, it was a personal thing that had a lot to do with her family and her parents’ death. She just wanted to figure it all out before she told you guys. Or, at least, before she told you. She doesn’t want to tell Allison anything because she’s convinced she’ll get another crossbow bolt to somewhere a bit more important this time - like her face - and I’m not yet entirely sure that she’s wrong. At the very least it would put her on the Argents’ map.”

“What is a Nymph, anyway?” Scott swiftly changed the subject, not really wanting to talk about Allison’s place in her family’s business right now.

“They’re nature spirits tied to different elements.” The boy explained in the simplest way he could put it. “Zaida’s a water spirit, so she can manipulate good ol’ H2O, but that also comes with a myriad of other cool powers.”

“Like healing?” Scott nodded.

“Yeah, like healing.” Stiles nodded in confirmation. “But she can also feel other people’s emotions and even physical feelings like pain. We’ve been working on creating mental blocks to keep her shut off from it.”

“So that’s how she knew something had happened to you at the Lacrosse final, she could feel you,” Scott recalled how panicked she’d been when he had found her on the field and how she’d been desperately searching for the boy.

“Exactly,” Stiles continued. “Her abilities are stronger with some people rather than others and we think it’s got something to do with an emotional connection. The stronger her connection with someone, the easier it is for her to tap into deeper abilities with them, the more she feels and the harder it is for her to block it out. Apparently, this is just the beginning of her power. Deaton thinks it can extend to being able to manipulate emotions too and project feelings onto other people.”

“Deaton knows too?” Scott interjected in protest.

“Oh. Yeah, I forgot to mention him,” Stiles ran a hand through his almost completely grown-out buzz-cut with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, buddy. But hey, in our defence, you neglected to tell us that you were conspiring with Gerard and double-crossing him by slipping wolfsbane into his pills. So, I guess we’re even now.”

Scott couldn’t argue with that logic.

“And here’s your change! Have a great day!” Zaida smiled and handed the lady her bag as well as a handful of coins. When the shop was finally empty again she adjusted her bra straps beneath her uniform, hating the way they kept slipping off her shoulders. The uniform was bad enough on its own - the black pants with the matching polo shirt weren’t awful in and of itself, but it was the neon pink apron she was forced to wear on top of it all that she hated. It was stiff and uncomfortable and obnoxious. She despised the colour pink unless it was in a much quieter shade of pastel. However, pretty much everything else about her summer job was great. She got to eat the defective products whenever she wanted, and she got to play whatever music she liked - as long as it was appropriate - and she got to spend hours taking photos and videos of products and running the social media sites for advertisement purposes.

“You work in a Candy Shop!” Came a loud gasp from the front of the store as Stiles entered with a broad smile on his face, his wide eyes scouring the multiple shelves full of bright candies in a manner of colours and flavours and types. “That is so cool!”

“Hi there, boys.” Zaida rolled her eyes at Stiles’ antics and nodded to the werewolf who trailed after him. “What brings you here?”

“Oh, nothing. We were just hanging out at the mall, you know? Doing some shopping, trying on some dresses- uh, clothes! I meant clothes.” Stiles chuckled nervously, trying to name any mall-related activities he was familiar with. Unfortunately, his mind immediately recalled the last time he was here with Zaida when she’d tried on her Winter Formal dress. “Fancy seeing you here!”

“Uhuh, and you two just wanted some candy, right?” Zaida nodded, playing along. “This surprise visit has nothing to do with the fact that Lydia told you I work here now?”

“Whaaaaat…? No, of course not.” Stiles drew out the word in a high-pitched voice, turning to look at Scott as he walked up to lean on the front counter in an attempt to appear casual. “Did you know Zaida worked here? Because I didn’t know she worked here.”

“Stiles, cut the crap. I know she told you.” The brunette rolled her eyes. “And you know I’m grounded. I’m only allowed out of the apartment for work, and if Xander catches wind that you’ve come to visit me, he’s going to make me quit. The only reason he let me get this job - other than the fact that I literally begged him for it - is because he thinks it means I’ll make more friends. Non-supernatural friends, because he’s banned me from seeing you, remember?”

“I am being discriminated against, I tell you.” Stiles pouted and Scott just watched the interaction wordlessly. “And since when have you done what Xander wants?”

“Ahh yes, the crippling oppression of the straight, white, male population is really working against you here, Stiles.” Zaida’s words dripped with dry sarcasm. “I have to do what he wants, or he’s going to sell the apartment and move us back to San Francisco.”

“Ahh, but you forget, I am also neurodivergent.” The boy pointed out. “And he’s totally bluffing, by the way. You said he’s been working towards being a deputy for years, he wouldn’t give that up and jeopardise the trajectory of his career just to keep you away from a harmless friend. You’re the supernatural one in this relationship. My dad should be trying to keep me away from you, not the other way around.”

“If your dad knew what I am - and what Scott is - he definitely would be keeping you away from us,” She rolled her eyes and busied herself with fixing up the displays at the counter, trying to avoid looking at the boy who made her heart thunder in her chest. These past three weeks she’d managed to keep herself relatively distracted from the fact that she now knew she was crushing on Stiles. By distracted, she meant she’d completely avoided him and pushed her feelings into the furthest corners of her mind, covering them with a heavy blanket of despondence.

“Nah, there’s no way. My dad likes you guys more than he even likes me.” Stiles snorted sceptically. “Which should really bother me more than it does, you know?”

“Stiles, I’m working. You need to leave.” She hissed at him under her breath and swiftly turned to smile at a regular customer approaching from behind him, gesturing for them to come forward to the counter. “Hello Janet, how are you today?”

“See, I told you she’s mad at me,” Stiles whispered to Scott, deciding to take the hint and leave.

“That seemed like a completely normal conversation.” The werewolf shook his head at his best friend as they walked out into the main section of the mall.

“Seriously? You didn’t notice how she wouldn’t look me in the eyes? Or how she kept fiddling with things to avoid paying attention to me? Or the glaringly obvious way she just kicked us out?” Stiles exclaimed, flying through his words and his hands moved about expressively.

“I don’t know man,” Scott trailed off. If he was being completely honest, he didn’t think Zaida was mad at the boy at all. In unintentionally reading her chemosignals he knew Zaida’s frustrations were directed towards herself. Towards Stiles, she had been feeling something entirely different…

[jmagnabo92]

Heartbreaker

Summary: The events of Alberta’s descendent through Trevor’s eyes & and the resulting aftermath of Hmoney’s coming out.

AO3

***

As Trevor and Hetty walk into his room to discuss the Nigel situation, he asks, "So, what's the play here, huh?  We're going to dig up dirt on Nigel?"

He knows it would be fun to find something to return fire against Nigel, especially since Nigel had been causing trouble since he moved in.

"The play is that we're going to give him exactly what he wants," Hetty states, in a tone that leaves no room for negotiation, which he would usually find hot.  "You're going to give him your room."

"But I don't want to do that."  Not to mention that giving into blackmail never works, but he doesn't say that.  Surely, Hetty already knows that.  "And who cares if he tells people?"

He certainly doesn't.  It's not like they could hide it forever anyway, and it'd be nice not to have to sneak out of his and Thor's room in the middle of the night or find excuses whenever someone wonders where they've been.

Hence, why he'd been suggesting that they just casually come out or not make such a big production of sneaking off once he started finding sneaking around tedious.

"Isn't it more exciting when it's hidden?"

He shrugs.  It definitely was fun at first, and it does make things more interesting around the mansion, but there were other ways to make it fun.  

"I mean, sure, but we can figure something out.  We can role-play."  He smiles and offers a specific role-play he'd been wanting to try.  "Maybe you're a mermaid and I'm the co-owner of a wholesale fruit and vegetable business."

"We're not doing Splash stop asking," Hetty says, shooting down his idea, again and walking passed him towards the door.  "Now, let's just go and talk to Nigel and get this whole thing over with."

Trevor frowns.  She really didn't want people to know that much?  It wasn't just a game?  

"Wait, I thought this was all just a bit that you did," Trevor states, stopping her from leaving and seeing the slightly confused look on her face.  "That you're embarrassed of being with me."  He laughs, hoping that he's wrong.  "I just thought it was playful... if a little mean... banter, but it's real?  You're that ashamed?"  

He's hoping that he's wrong, but as soon as the question left his mouth, he could see that he wasn't.  She really was embarrassed - it was real.  It wasn't just a game.

"Oh, how do I put this?" Hetty questions as if she hadn't just broken his heart with the idea that he'd been sleeping with someone that not only doesn't appear to care for him but is actively embarrassed of the very idea of being with him or of people knowing she was with him.  "I was a woman of extremely high status, and you got bombed at Mardi Gras with your Lehman brothers."

"Yeah, we did," he smiles at the memory.  Then frowns.  Wait a second.

"Also, the pants thing," Hetty states, annoying him further as she moves closer.  He notes that she looks down, and he can’t help thinking that she doesn’t mind the pants thing when they’re getting busy, or she can check him out.  It pisses him off, especially when she adds, "The pants thing is hard to get passed."

She knows that he struggles with not having pants, especially whenever Jay refers to him as no pants or the others refuse to listen to him because of it.  It was a low blow, especially since she knew now that it was due to being nice to Pinkus and saving him embarrassment.

He scoffs, upset.  "So, I'm not good enough for you?"

"Well, I mean, that's more harsh than I would have liked to have put it, but..."

He shakes his head.  Of course it was harsh, but it was obvious that is what she's saying.  He's not good enough for her. Well, he's worth more than being someone's embarrassing secret.

"Well, you don't have to be embarrassed anymore.  Because this is over," Trevor states, plainly gesturing between them.  

"What?" Hetty asks, genuinely surprised.

"No more hooking up, no more whatever this is," he states, plainly.  He was not going to keep pleasing her if she couldn't even handle their friends knowing that they're together because it's too embarrassing.  She could find someone else or do it herself.

Then he walks passed her towards the doorway.

"Oh, God, don't be so dramatic."

"I'm not kidding," Trevor states, as he stops in the doorway and turns back toward her.  "I was fine keeping it a secret when it was just 'cause it was hot, but this... this doesn't feel right."  He turns and begins walking away but stops to remind her just why he’s not wearing pants.  "And the pants thing was a hero move.”  Then he turns back around to leave, muttering, “Why does no one remember that?"

Turns out that Hetty Woodstone is quite the heartbreaker.

***

Trevor thought it was all a game, the idea that Hetty was embarrassed to be with him or more specifically, for others to know that they're together in whatever this is.  He should have realized that it wasn't a game for her when she asked him to say all those comments to Sam or when she seemed worried after what happened with Nigel, but to actually hear her say that she was embarrassed and humiliated to be with him had hurt him far more than he'd be willing to admit.  

It's why he hadn't hesitated to suggest that they could just come out or let Nigel tell the world.  Instead, he's feeling a lot more upset than he ever imagined.  It just sucked that Hetty didn't seem to have the same level of respect for him that he had for her.  He really was just a toy for her, a replacement washing machine and it hurts.

What hurts worse is that despite ending things - because there's no way in hell that he'd continue with her when she doesn't respect him - is that he still cares enough about her that when Nigel still threatened to tell everyone, he still gave up his room.  

He just couldn't stand the thought of hurting her like that, even if he was insanely hurt over the thought that she probably wouldn't give a damn.  Probably would expect him to do that.  

Thus, he lays morosely in his new room, hating every second of it, and wishing he could go back to that blissful moment before he knew that it wasn't just a game and Nigel wasn't just an ass that can't possibly understand not having power in the house.  

Why did that little British twerp have to ruin everything?

He's jerked out of his musings by Hetty.  She's probably the last person he wants to see next to that twerp.  What was she going to do now, rub more salt in the wound?

"Trevor, what are you doing in here?"

"Just hanging out in my new room," Trevor says, morosely.  He hates this room.  "This is the most time I've spent in the library since I found out Penn had Playboy on microfiche."

"Well, but..." Hetty starts, looking surprised.  "You switched with Nigel?"

Obviously, this is about that twerp.  God, he's starting to hate him.

Trevor shrugs as if it doesn't matter and sits up because he’s uncomfortably aware of how exposed he is when he’s laying down as he explains.  "Well, he said that he was still gonna tell everyone about you and I if I didn't give up my room."  He groans, still feeling stupid for even caring.  "And while I don't give a crap..." he sighs.  "I know you do..."

He doesn't have to explain that he did it for her because she gets it.

Hetty looks oddly touched and surprised.   "But ... you broke things off."  He nods because she looks like she's wondering if he's taking that back.  "Why, then, still do something selfless for me?"

Apparently, she still doesn't get who he really is.  The pants really are hard to get passed.

He sighs, deeply.  "Because, Hetty, that's just the kind of guy I am."  Unfortunately.  "The kind of guy you could've had if I wasn't such an embarrassment."

He words obviously have an affect on Hetty, but he doesn't want to hear a lame or empty apology right now – as if she even would - so, he lays back down and says, "Now, please leave.  My shirt's not long enough to cover my butt and I want to roll over."

The and you don't get to look at the goods anymore is implied so strongly that Hetty looks away, slightly embarrassed and leaves the room.  Good.

***

"Trevor, do you have a moment?" Hetty questions, some time later.  

Oh vey, why won't she leave him alone?  It's like breaking up or ending this whatever has made her suddenly want to be around him.

"Actually, Hetty..."

"Please.  I'd just like everyone to gather upstairs."

"Fine," he sighs.

He follows her upstairs to his old room, and notes that all of the ghosts are in the room, except the two of them.  Was that a snub on her part or had she anticipated that he would be difficult to get upstairs?  Deciding to assume the later for his piece of mind, he moves to the nearest side of the couch as everyone looks at Hetty since she gathered them there.

"First, I would like to thank you all for gathering.  I have an announcement to make."  Hetty pauses, chuckling nervously.  "This news will be shocking, so if any of you need to sit, please do so now."

As Pete sits, Trevor can't help being hopeful that this is what he wants it to be.  Has Hetty come around to telling everyone after all?

"Wait, are you saying what I think you're saying?" Trevor questions.  At Hetty's slight nod, he asks, "Are you sure about this?"

"As sure as I'll ever be," Hetty responds, giving him a slight smile and gaining looks from some of the others in the room.  He returns the smile, happy that she's willing to do this, and that it means she's, at least, gotten over her embarrassment.  Well, that or she thinks he's worth it, which is a win for him.

"For the past three months, Trevor Lefkowitz and I have been engaged in amorous congress."

That was probably the most awkward to phrase it.  

Worse yet, no one seems to understand what she's saying since they’re all exchanging confused looks.

"Hetty's in Congress?" Flower asks, obviously confused.

"No, we've been scrumping," Hetty states, when no one seems to get it.

"Is that a dance," Alberta whispers.

This is the funniest coming out he’s ever seen.  

"Playing a game of nug-a-nug," Hetty tries.  Everyone is still looking very confused, and Trevor's struggling not to laugh.  "Must I be vulgar?"

He nods at her because clearly this isn't working, and she yells, "Fadoodling!"

They're still not getting it and it's no longer funny, so he goes up next to her and says, "Oh, for God's sakes, people! We've been doing it."

Everyone gasps, surprised.  Trevor can't help looking at Isaac, who's initial reaction was somewhat appalled, but it took less than five seconds for him to process as the others comment.

"Oh... I can't wait to find out who their third is," Flower says, excitedly.  

Trevor's not sure how to tell her that they don't have a third but is distracted by Sass.

"This is the stuff I should've known about.  You're slipping, Sass," he says to himself.

Done processing, Isaac does a small little wait gesture, before he does a little clap and says, “You finally found your stable boy.  Happy for you, Henrietta.”

Trevor smiles and then looks at Hetty, a little confused.  Isaac knows about Hetty’s interest in stable boys?  She shakes her head slightly as Nigel comes around from behind the others, obviously angry that the blackmail didn’t work.  

Hetty stops him.  “Enjoy the library, Nigel.  There’s a chessboard down there.  You may want to study it.”  He goes to leave, but she puts her hand on his shoulder.  “Because I just checkmated you.”

“Yes, I understood.  Thank you.”

“Good,” Hetty grins, then she looks at Trevor, obviously wondering if he’s proud of her, as she nudges him.  

He gives her a smile.  It didn’t erase this afternoon, but it did help quite a bit, so he smiles back at her.  Before he could suggest going somewhere to talk, Sass interrupts.

“Okay, we got to hear how this happened.”

Given what happened that afternoon, it was only fitting that he gets to tell the story.  So, ignoring Hetty as she rolls her eyes, he says, “Well, it all started on a very horny Hanukkah…”

“Oh, God…”

***

There were so many questions – particularly from Sass.  He wanted to know how they managed to keep it a secret and kept running through moments with them when it should’ve been obvious.

Isaac, on the other hand, finally interrupts Sass’ interrogation to ask, “What was that with Nigel?”

Trevor shares a look with Hetty, who explains, “He caught us last week and decided to try his hand at blackmail.”

“Blackmail?” Isaac asks, as Sass says, “NIGEL knew before me?  Damnit, I’m really slipping.”

“Hetty wanted to keep it a secret,” Trevor offers, leaving out why she wanted to keep it a secret – it still hurts to think about.  “So, Nigel asked to switch rooms, which I did, to keep quiet after he almost outed us to Sass –”

“Damnit!  Why did I believe you about the chocolate drawer?” Sass asks, clearly still annoyed.  “I should’ve stayed around and asked questions.”

“–and I decided that I didn’t care if everyone knew, thus the announcement.”

“But you did care enough to have Trevor cave?” Isaac questions.  At Hetty’s slight nod, “Why?  You could’ve just told me – it’s not like I didn’t already know, and I doubt that you were that concerned about anyone else’s reaction.  No offense.”

“Offense taken, man,” Sass retorts.

Not that Trevor’s paying attention.  He’s too confused by Isaac’s statement, and a look to Hetty says she is, too.

“Uh, Isaac, you seemed pretty surprised, so what do you mean – you already knew?” Trevor asks.  

Isaac chuckles.  “Hetty’s not exactly quiet.”

“But we were in the basement –” Trevor starts, thinking of how loud Hetty can get.

“Not what I meant,” Isaac says, putting his hand up to stop Trevor from continuing.  “I meant, leaving and coming back in the middle of the night.  I’m a light sleeper, you think I didn’t notice?”

“I was sneaky!  You should not have noticed,” Hetty says, obviously upset that Isaac had a figured it out because he’s probably the only one she was actually worried about.

Isaac just gives her a look.  “Obviously not because by the time you had him help get Freddie fired the second time, I was convinced.”

That was two weeks into their relationship.  

“Wait a second, but you looked very – extremely surprised,” Trevor states, and disgusted but he leaves that part out.

“Well, it’s just – I had my suspicions and it’s one thing to suspect and then have it confirmed with amorous congress, but then you said, ‘doing it’ and the image popped in my mind, and I needed a second to clear it.”

Trevor still feels confused by Isaac’s reaction, which Isaac picks up on.

“It’s like – you know you were trying to get your parents to have sex when they were here–”

Oh no.  He did not like where this was going.  

“– but it’s quite different to hope for or suspect than it is to hear for certain that they had sex and that most of the ghosts watched…”

“Including Hetty,” Sass adds, helpfully.  He gasps.  “Oh my god, you two were together when you decided to –”

“We don’t talk about it, okay?” Trevor says, cutting across Sass because he doesn’t want to be reminded of that event.  He hadn’t been able to look at Hetty like that for two days afterward.  

“I wanted to talk about it –”

“There’s not a lot of hard nos for me, but that is one of them, I didn’t need to know, and I don’t want to know.”

Sass is laughing at them.  “That is so weird.”

“Anyway, I get it now, Isaac.”

“I just don’t want the image in my head, that’s all,” Isaac states.  “However, I am happy for you both, but it appears that I need to talk to Nigel because the very idea that he tried to blackmail you both and that you decided to come out just to stop him –”

Trevor frowns.  Was that what this was?  Had she only done it because she wanted to win?  Was it not about him or his feelings at all?

“It wasn’t just that,” Hetty states with a glance at Trevor.  He’s not looking at her, so she grabs his hand to get his attention.  “It was time.  It was fun sneaking around, but we were always going to come out eventually.”

***

The conversation continued for a little while longer before they could get some time alone, but rather than go to the basement, they head out to the grounds for a walk.  They had some things to discuss that shouldn’t be distracted by sex, and they both know if they went to their room in the basement that they would be easily distracted.

Hetty is the first to speak once they’re a distance away from the mansion.

“I’m sorry that I was embarrassed by being with you,” she says, as she grabs his hand and gives it a squeeze.  “I should not have been.  In many ways, I still have some of that –”

“Snobbiness?”

“Yes.  I do and I shouldn’t.”

“I shouldn’t have been surprised.  You did call us peasants on Halloween, and you haven’t really changed that much in that regard since Sam arrived,” Trevor states.  “Unlike in other regards.”

He’s obviously talking about how much she’s changed since her dalliance with the washing machine and them getting together.  She seems to be open to exploring things with him sexually, but not changing things otherwise.  It just hurt that he was only good enough for sex to her.  Just that toy that she’d always been teasing him about.  

Replacement washing machine.

Despite coming out to the other ghosts, he can’t help wondering she does still feel that way.  Especially with the hint that she may have just been trying to top Nigel.

“Yes, well.  Honestly, I do believe that it is something that I need to work on.  Especially because you deserve so much more than that and the way I treated you today and I’m sorry.”

He can tell that she means it.  She does truly feel bad about the events of the day.  They turn and head towards the gazebo, still holding hands.

“You really mean that?” Trevor questions.  “It wasn’t just because you were trying to checkmate Nigel?”

“It wasn’t about Nigel.  That was just a bonus,” Hetty states.  “The truth is, after Elias’ vacation from Hell, I couldn’t help relating the two of you – in fact, despite learning about the hero move as you say, I’ve probably associated the two of you since you died.  Which is and has never been fair to you.”

Whether he wants to admit it or not, after meeting the man, he could see exactly why she would associate the two of them in her mind.  Even if he’s far different than Elias, there’s enough surface level similarities that he could understand.

“Although you’re far better than he is – and I hope he rots in hell forever –”

“So much for forgiveness,” Trevor laughs.  “Although he doesn’t deserve it and he never deserved you.”

“Thank you.”  Hetty smiles, slightly.  “Anyway, I – all this time, I knew you were different than your outward behavior would suggest, but I – I was just afraid to let things be more than they were – just benefits, as you would say.”

“And you wouldn’t want to risk telling everyone and being made a fool?”

“Yeah – yes.  Exactly, and despite your efforts for pillow talk and coming out, and the fact that it is quite clear that you respect me and my choices in this – whatever it is – I couldn’t shake that fear.”

“But you said that you were embarrassed by me.”

“And I was – I was embarrassed that I had feelings for someone who I didn’t think was capable of having feelings.”

“What?” Trevor asks, aghast as they reach the gazebo.  “You don’t think I have feelings for you?”

“You – you,” Hetty sighs.  “You’re always telling party stories about one-night stands and no attachment sex and here I was, and given how things started – I just assumed that I was a floozy to you, just like it was with Elias, and I – is this making any sense?”

Sadly, it was.  It made a lot of sense.  Except that she apparently had forgotten the chat during their fight about TV time and backrubs.  Which seems like forever ago now.

“Yes, it does make sense,” Trevor says, as they sit.  “But most of my stories are from college or just after college.  I thought the world was my oyster and your thirties were for finding the one and settling down.  Of course, I had a string of one-night stands, I wasn’t looking for something serious.  I thought I had plenty of time, but I’ve always been clear with my partners what I was and wasn’t looking for.”

It still hurts for him to realize that he’d only just started to settle down and look for someone to spend his life with only for him to die.  Why had he been so stupid?

“I thought – given our talk when we were fighting over TV time and backrubs that you knew that I wanted something serious if I could get it,” Trevor states, confused.  Sure, things had started fling-like, but he thought she knew…

“So, you meant what you said then, about what you wanted to be like?  You actually wanted a commitment?”

“I did – I do,” Trevor states.  “I mean, it might’ve taken you time to actually talk to me, but I don’t think you can deny that we’ve been rather committed here.”

Hetty chuckles and shakes her head.  “No, I definitely cannot.  Although to be fair, we don’t have many options.”

Trevor laughs.  “We don’t have to hook up either.  I’ve been perfectly fine for twenty years and you’ve been just fine since before you died since I doubt Elias cared about your pleasure at all.”

“He put me off the idea of it for a very long time,” Hetty states.  “Either way.  That’s where the problem lay.  If everyone were to think the same as I – that I was just another easy lay for you it would be embarrassing,” Hetty states.  She clears her throat before he can respond, and adds, “However.  You did something that I did not expect by saving me my embarrassment despite getting nothing out of it.  It showed me what I’ve already seen but couldn’t quite connect – if you know what I mean.”

“I do.”

“Thus, I realized that it was time and I know that it hurt you – and this conversation has probably hurt you, but I would like to … make things official,” Hetty states, clearly nervous, all of a sudden.

Trevor laughs, “Don’t you think you’re supposed to ask before you announced to everyone that we’re together?”

Hetty laughs.  “How else was I supposed to prove that I was not embarrassed by you anymore?  I had to do that first, I did not believe that you would have listened to me otherwise.”

“I wouldn’t have,” Trevor confirms.  “And I would like to be official, if you promise not to be my little heartbreaker anymore.”

“I think I can manage that,” Hetty confirms.

“Good,” he said before kissing her passionately.

So passionately that he forgets that they’re not in their room hiding from the world anymore, and only remembers when he hears: “What the damn hell?”

He and Hetty break apart to see Sam standing on the edge of the gazebo.  She looks quite freaked out.  He and Hetty glance at each other.  “Guess we missed someone?”

“Yes,” Hetty states.  “Uh, Samantha…”

“Hetty and I are officially dating,” Trevor states, plainly.  He wouldn’t be telling the Hanukkah story to Sam.  “It’s a long story, but –”

“We’ve been together for three months,” Hetty states.  “We’ve just been keeping it a secret.”

Sam stands there stunned for several seconds before saying, “Good for you,” and walking away.

Trevor looks at Hetty as she smiles at him, “Yeah, good for us.”

“Hell yeah, it is.”  He gives her a kiss, before saying, “Now, let's go celebrate.”

“Yes, let’s.”

[extsev]

“I got the role!” DB Platonic Scenario

requested by @sukopon !

Y/N : Your name

Y/F/F Your favorite food

Y/F/D Your favorite drink

I’m turning the corner as I hear a million notifications. I already know it’s DB, gosh dang he’s excited! Can’t blame him though, he usually spills surprises before I get there.

I make it up to his door, but he swings it open beaming with happiness. “Heyheyheyheyhey!!!” He screams, pulling me inside.

“Dang man you’re excited!” I state, regaining my composure.

“Yeah, I definitely should be! Remember that game show I auditioned for?” DB asked, jumping up and down.

“No way.. Did you get the part?” I asked in response, yet it was quite obvious.

“I got the role!” He screamed, “And, as a treat for that one time you calmed me down about, y’know, me not getting in.. I wanna go out to eat! Maybe Ice Cream, or (Y/F/F)?”

“AAHH!!! Heck yes! (Y/F/F) of course!! Man, you’re the best!” I exclaimed, shaking him.

“Nahh, you are man! Ya’ got me through so much! Now, how ‘bout we go get that (Y/F/F)! You deserve it, and so do I!”

“You definitely deserve it, BD.”

(At the restaurant)

“How ‘bout after we eat we go to the arcade? That one you always used to brag about Donkey Kong in?” I wondered, eating a bit right after.

“Hell yeah dude! I needah flex my skills in that game!” He smirked, cracking his fingers while I laughed in the background.

“Shut up man! I swear I’m WAY better!” I covered my mouth, trying not to talk with my mouth full.

“You can’t be talkin’! I always beat you whenever we checked who could do it better!”

I pointed my glass of (Y/F/D) at DB, “You always rigged the scores!” I fake screamed, as we both laughed. Thank god this restaurant was loud, so no one cared. “At least I got fun out of it though, we both did.”

“Yup, we really did. Thanks man, I couldn’t have done with without ya’ y’know.”

I looked at him with a jokingly shocked face, “Oh shut up! You definitely could have, I was just the motivation!”

“Yeah, great motivation too! Still though, thank you.” He said, smiling. I’ve never really seen him so thankful for someone, but it made me happy. He’s like my twin flame that’ll never burn out.

[sturniolowrites]

Spider-Man! Ethan x Fem! Reader

✰- “I hope my secret doesn’t change what we have“

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

The next day

I woke up to my tv. I forgot it had been left on. I look on the news to see a woman being saved from being robbed by… Spider-Man? Since when did spider-man become a real thing?

He was cute nonetheless. I mean who wouldn’t want a Spider-Man kiss from him??

I had already made another friend with a girl from a coffee shop I went to down the street. Her name is Tara. She said I should go to this party with her friend group. She seemed genuinely nice.

I got her number and we started texting. We just clicked, I think we are getting closer now.

Tara🫀: Y/n??

Y/n 💋: Tara??

Tara🫀: are you going to the party I was talking about?

Y/n💋: Maybeee

Tara🫀: cmonnn

Tara🫀: the guy you were talking about is going.

Y/n💋: I TOLD YOU TO NOT TALK ABT IT

Tara🫀: OH CMON

Y/n💋: I guess I’ll go

Tara🫀: LETS GOO, you need me to come pick u up?

Y/n💋: Yeah sure

Tara🫀:I’ll pick you up in a few hours!!

Y/n💋: Mk

I put on a red tight dress and a small black cover over it. I curled my hair as well. I swear if this guy don’t ask me out.

Tara🫀: I’m here

Y/n💋: I’m coming out right now.

Just as I’m walking out of my dorm room I hear a huge bang coming from Ethan’s room. I walk over a knock on the door. “Hey, is everything ok in there?” I asked. “E-ehh- uhm yeah im fine” I could hear Ethan stumble around his dorm.

“Are you sure?” I asked trying to listen for him. “Yeah- I’m judging getting ready for that party” he said. “Oh- uhm, ok, I’ll see you there then” I walked away from the door and go down stairs and to Tara’s car.

“What happened?” Tara ask as I walk in. “Uhm, nothing” I say getting in. “Ok, you ready?” Tara asked, hand on the wheel.

“Yeah, let’s do this” I get in the car and we begin to head to the house where the party would be at.

“I’m so excited!” I state as we get out and held into the party. “Same” Tara says next to me.

I walked in. There was loud music, talking, drinking, everything you would see at a college party. Even making out, god that type of stuff made me feel lonely.

I continued walking through. I finally see Ethan talking to Tara. I walk up to them. “Hey!” I say smiling and dancing. “Hey, Y/n” Ethan smiled turning to me.

“Hey, we were just talking about you, Ethan here-“ Tara was about to finish her sentence when Ethan covered her mouth.

“Stop” he shushed her. “Fine!” She rolled her eyes.

“Uhm- anyways I was meaning to get your number, I noticed we have a few classes together and if we don’t have a partner for a project or anything, then maybe we could work together” Ethan smiled turning back to me.

My heart was pounding as I watched him hand me his phone. “Yeah, sure of course” I grabbed his phone, putting my number in his contacts and then my name.

“Ooo” Tara smiled. “Shut up” I said pushing her playfully.

“Hey guys!!” Mindy and Chad run into us. “Hey” Ethan says. “How are you guys liking the party?” Chad asked. “It’s pretty good” I smiled.

“I need to go find Anika” Mindy says walking away. Tara walked away with Chad, probably to go make out or something.

It was so obvious that those two were in love. I hated it. Not in a jealous way but in the type of “I want that love” way.

I was too lost in thought to notice that Ethan had been staring at me the whole time. “Uhm- Y/n?” He says trying to get my attention.

“Oh- sorry” I smiled looking at him. “It’s cool” he made a boyish smile across his face. “It’s so loud in here” I state as the noise slowly starts to annoy me.

“Wanna go somewhere quiet?” He asked looking at me. “Yeah” I say grabbing his hand and leading him out to the backyard where no one was.

We both sit on the steps leading out to the floor of the yard. “This is better, I’m not use to going to party’s like these.” I say honest.

“Me too” he nods in agreement. “Mhmm, I’m getting tired” I said laying my head down on his shoulder. “You want me to take you home?” He asked.

“Mhm, yeah” I say beginning to get groggy, I rubbed my eyes. He got up and turned to help me up.

He held my shoulders as we walked thought the crowd. I saw Tara. “Let me go tell her where we are going” I say and walk over to her with Ethan close behind.

“Hey Tara we are gonna go back to the dorms. I’m super tired” I say and continue to rub my eyes as the loud music feels my ears.

“Yeah, ok, I’m fine here” Tara nodded. “You sure?” Ethan asked a little worried in case she gets drunk. “No I’m fine, Chad can take me” Tara smiled. Me and Ethan walked out.

We walked to his car. I had butterflies fluttering in my stomach as Ethan opened my door. “Thank you” I smiled at him.

“Anytime” he put on that boyish smile again.

God he was perfect.

“Let’s head home” he says and puts the car into drive before beginning to drive to the dorms.

I slowly began to close my eyes.

Posting part 3 tmr I think. If not the next day :)

[callmewishful]

Mobile Tumblr won’t let me paste stuff, but I’m too excited to share so I’ve hacked into my own account (and by that I mean I remembered my own password) and got this to work.

Enjoy Matthias babysitting! .—.

“And Lambert?” Matthias huffed. He wasn’t sure why he asked. He knew there was no use getting out of it. Rodrigue was already here with his sons. 

But, Phelan was down in Charon visiting her family with his own two sons, which meant he would be alone with Glenn and Felix. And that was something he’d never done prior.

“Lambert is still away. He doesn’t get back for another week. Matthias, are you really that opposed to it? You know I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t trust you.” Rodrigue had a point. Still, there was something nerve racking about being alone with his oldest friend’s two kids. 

Perhaps he was being stupid. He’d fought more vigorous battles with Sreng. Two young boys would hardly be a challenge. Of course he wouldn’t be fighting the two boys, hopefully. He just had to watch them and make sure they didn’t get into mischief. That would be easy enough. 

He soon found that it was not, in fact, “easy enough.” Glenn was far more energetic and un-self-sustaining than Miklan. He demanded attention at every turn, insisting Matthias entertain him. It wouldn’t have been so bad if Felix were a little more independent. But the youngest Fraldarius son was fragile and meek, flinching at the sound of every creek and bump made by the old manor. Matthias really needed to have those stairs replaced.

He had reluctantly let Glenn practice his sword technique in the house, while he kept hold of Felix. Though when Glenn nearly knocked over Phelan’s favorite flower pot again, Matthias decided that maybe this wasn’t a good indoor activity.

“Alright, Glenn. That’s enough sword practice for today. How about we find something else to do?”

“No.” The little boy carried on as if Matthias hadn’t spoken. Apparently he needed to be a bit more firm.

He sighed, “Glenn, I wasn’t asking.”

“Then why did you say it like a question?” This boy was going to be the death of him. Did he always question adults like this? Did he do this to Rodrigue?

“Because I was trying to be nice, now go put the sword back.”

Glenn huffed and dropped his arm, along with the sword, “Finee.”

“How about some chess? Do you like chess?” Matthias tried to redirect the child’s frustration.

“Chess is boring.” Yeah…he was Rodrigue’s son. He should’ve known better.

Matthias shifted Felix from one leg to another, flinching as the little boy whined at the sheer possibility of being let go or put down. “Well, what else do you like to do?”

“Hmm.” Glenn thought for a moment, then gasped, jumping up and down, “Read! Momma reads us stories!”

“I’m not reading you a story.”

“Why? Because you can’t read?“

Matthias frowned, “Go get a book.”

Glenn cheered and ran off. But, as soon as the boy was out of sight Felix started to whimper.

“No, no. It’s fine. Glenn is coming right back. He went to get a book. Do you like books?” Felix was having none of Matthias’s attempted comfort. He burst into tears, full out wailing at the top of his little lungs. 

How in the Goddess’s name did Rodrigue do this? 

Glenn came back no less than a minute later, carrying not one, but seven books in his arms. “Why’d you make Felix cry?”

Matthias closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Yes, he wanted to Felix to cry. He loved listening to this. That was his goal. “Glenn. What would make you think I made Felix cry?”

“You’re holding him. And he’s crying.” He stated like it was obvious. 

Oh the logic of a child…. Sometimes Matthias wished things were so simple. “He’s crying because you disappeared.”

Glenn frowned, dropping the books on the floor and stepping over them to get to his brother. “Oh, Fe! You don’t have to cry. I’m right here, silly. This is Margrave Gautier’s house. You don’t have to cry here. He’s nice.”

Matthias couldn’t help the small smile that fell upon his face at that. Despite his own concerns with the arrangement and the minor frustrations that came with dealing with children other than his own, he couldn’t help but feel glad that Glenn found comfort in his care. 

Felix seemed to take his brother’s words to heart, reducing his teary display down to a few sniffles. Matthias wiped the boy’s tears with the edge of his sleeve, “See, Glenn’s right here. He’s not going anywhere.”

“C-can we read?” Felix’s wobbly voice asked and Matthias couldn’t say no.

Glenn and Felix were perched in his lap while he struggled to hold the book in front of them. He had no idea what the book was about, mindlessly reading the words on the page. Both boys were listening with rapt attention, enthralled with whatever story about this knight they were being fed. Matthias had no complaints. They were content and most importantly, not crying.

Then came bedtime.

Glenn, for once, went down without a fuss or a snarky comment. It seemed that all the energy he had during the night had tuckered him out.

That left Felix.

Felix was the one Matthias expected not to have to fight with. He thought that Felix’s gentle personality would prevent too much pushback. Apparently he was wrong.

“Bunny isn’t tired.” Felix told the Margrave quietly. 

“Are you sure bunny isn’t tired? It’s awfully late.” Matthias pressed, even nodding for emphasis as he crouched in front of the little boy.

Felix looked down at the stuffed animal, worn and dirty from years of being drug everywhere the kid went. “I’m sure.” He decided.

“Why don’t we try to sleep? Sometimes we don’t realize how tired we are until we lay down. Bunny might be tired once he lays down.” 

Felix shook his head, “No.”

“Felix….” Matthias used his warning voice. It was a last resort, really. Such a thing could make Felix burst into tears. 

He stood strong though, wavering for just a second before nodding to himself, “Are you going to make me cry? Papa would be sad.”

Was that…blackmail? Was he warning Matthias? What was happening? 

“I don’t want to make you cry.” He answered honestly, voice weary. Since when was he worried about a five year old’s words? Well, since this apparent personality shift, he supposed.

“Then it’s not bedtime.”

What a little shit. Matthias sighed. “Felix.”

“I’m going to be sad. Then Papa will be sad.”

“Are you blackmailing me?”

Felix frowned, looking down at Bunny. “This is Bunny. Not mail.”

“No-“ Matthias paused, closing his eyes. This was pointless. “Felix, it is bedtime. Would you like to sleep with Glenn? He’s got a big bed, you can sleep with him. Would that make you feel better?”

“No. It’s not bedtime. Bunny said so.”

“Bunny doesn’t make the rules, Felix.” Matthias tried again, “Now, come along. Let’s get you to sleep.”

Felix lightly stomped his feet as if to root them in place, “I said no thank you.” Matthias was actually a little proud of him. That was the most confident display he’d seen out of the young Fraldarius in…well, ever.

Because he wanted to encourage his strength, Matthias compromised. “Alright. How about this? We can read two more stories if we go lay down. How’s that sound?”

Felix considered the deal for moment. But when he opened his mouth to reply, Matthias wasn’t ready for what was to come, “Let’s play hide and seek! You count!”

He bolted then, sprinting around the corner and down the hall with speed Matthias had only seen come from Felix’s tear ducts. 

“Felix!” He chased after the child, thankfully having the length of his legs as an advantage. He scooped the boy up, hoisting him up over his shoulder while Felix giggled, “You cheated! You have to count to twenty!”

“Felix. We’re not playing hide and seek. We’re going to sleep.” Matthias sighed, carrying him and Bunny back down the hall to the guest bedrooms. He plopped the boy down on the bed, listening to his gleeful laughs at the small sensation of falling.

“Again! Again!” Felix cheered, holding his arms out to the Margrave. 

He shook his head until Felix’s lip started to wobble. “Fine. Only a few more times, ok?”

The tears immediately receded and Matthias couldn’t help but feel as though he had been played. 

Soon enough, Glenn came to see what the commotion was about, whined because Felix got to stay up and play, and then proceeded to demand a turn. In the end, Matthias spent most of the night tossing each child onto the bed, even well after his arms were ready to fall off and die. 

Eventually the boys grew tired of the game and even, praise the Goddess, tired in general. Glenn insisted Matthias lay with them and read more stories, but he wasn’t going to complain if it meant his arms got a rest. 

He lay in the middle of the bed, Felix clutching Bunny, while curled up against his right side. Glenn was less clingy, simply resting his head on Matthias’s left shoulder so he could still see the pages. Both boys listened intently and without a peep while Matthias flipped through the pages, until they all fell asleep huddled up together. 

And late the next morning, that was just how Rodrigue found all three of his boys. 

[storiesofstratos]

Chapter 7: The Great Outdoors

Our heroes finally go on their camping trip...

October 17th, 2042

Six am on the dot. The alarm on my phone started sounding off, waking me from my slumber. The temptation to just hit snooze and slip back into my dream of winning the state championship was driven away only by the fact that I remembered that we were going camping this weekend.

"Morning sweetheart," Mom's voice could be heard as I headed down the stairs. Surprisingly, Elise was even up this early, and mom was serving her breakfast, "Are you excited for your camping trip?"

"Oh yeah, it's great. I get a whole day off school and get to spend two days with Jack and Nico out in the great outdoors. Couldn't imagine anything better."

Mom smiled at me and ruffled my hair, like I was still a kid. "Well good, I'm glad. Just remember, be safe, don't wander too far from your camp, and if you meet up with any girls, use protection."

...Huh??

"M-mom??"

"Oh, sweetie, I was sixteen once too. If you're gonna be doing it, at least do it safely. Besides, Cyrus was born when your mother was sixteen. I know what teenagers get up to. So, again, if you do it, be safe about it."

"I don't think you have to worry about that... not like I have a girlfriend."

"Well, don't rush it. Believe me, do not waste your time on someone who won't value you," She pinched my cheeks, which I tried to back away from, "And there is a lot to value. You're a smart boy, Daniel.. and I'm so proud of how you've grown up."

"Ah, mom," I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Why'd she have to get so sappy this early in the morning? "...Thanks. Love you too."

Elise broke the silence that had formed after that. "Mom! It's not fair! How come Daniel doesn't have to go to school! Can I stay home at least??"

Mom seemed to think about it for a minute, "Well... I do have the day off today... Oh, why not? Mental health days are good for avoiding burnout, right?" I watched as she nudged Elise, "We'll go see a movie, maybe get lunch at that sushi place you love? How's that sound?"

"Yesss, you're the best mom!"

"Man, I better leave before I start craving sushi. Don't think they have that out in the woods." I stood from the table, having finished my breakfast already. "I'm gonna go get dressed before the bus gets here."

"You could make sushi," Mom piped up, "Just go out there and catch a fish, get it nice and fresh."

"Somethin tells me they don't have the best sushi fish out in the lakes. Who knows what they dump in that water?"

The bus arrived not too long after I finished getting dressed, so I was quick to be there. I put my bag in the storage compartment before getting on. Jack was... already asleep, Niko sitting next to him with her earbuds in. She didn't even notice me until I took the seat next to her, yoinking one of her earbuds out and putting it in to see what she was watching.

"What we got on the playlist today?"

She shifted so I could see her phone screen. "Dude, they dropped an hour long special of Ghost Destinations. I’m only a little ways in, lemme restart for ya.”

“Yo, for real??” I sat up a bit straighter in my seat. “Have I ever told you I love you Nico?”

“Don't gotta tell me, I already know it.” There was my entertainment for the rest of the trip. Jack didn’t even stir once the entire time we were traveling… we had to make sure he was alive first. He was, luckily.

I didn’t really pay much attention to the beginning part. The obvious rules, don’t go out after dark, don’t stray too far from the campsite, don’t go on the trails alone, blah blah, boring. Then, it came time to pick tent buddies.

Of course I got Jack. Though, I quickly pulled him aside while Nico was off finding herself a bunkmate, since the boys and girls were separated. “Hey man, listen. I’m about to do you a huge favor.”

Jack grimaced at that, “I shudder to think about what you might consider a favor, Daniel.”

“No, shut up, okay, listen! This trip is perfect for you dude, you’re gonna get some quality time with Nico,” I placed my hand on his shoulder, “Trust me here. I’ll make myself scarce for you, I’ll go… I dunno, do something else. You two, go frolic in the woods, talk about.. I dunno, dreams, aspirations, whatever dumb romance movie shit, and boom. You’re in.”

I could feel Jack staring straight through my eyes into my soul. “You… are an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot. Look, would you just trust me? When have I ever steered you wrong?”

“November, last year. The gym incident.”

“That’s right, never. When the teacher asks for volunteers to get firewood, Nico is gonna be all over that, you know her. All you need to do is go ahead and volunteer as well, and you are in. Trust.”

Jack seemed to think about it for a bit. “...Okay, okay. Fine. I trust you.”

“Good man. Now come on! Let’s go… do… camp, shit, I dunno, what do people do while camping?”

We ended up kicking a rock around for a couple hours. Some other people from our grade even joined in for a bit. It was the closest I’d ever felt to my classmates for my entire high school life thus far.

The day went by pretty uneventfully. Jack, Nico, and I played a little baseball to pass the time, and when finally, the teachers called for firewood volunteers, I made myself scarce. I watched from the sidelines, as Jack approached Nico. I gave him the thumbs up as I watched them talk, before finally going off on their own. Bingo. Best wingman ever, right?

Now… what the hell was I gonna do with my time?