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miyseung · 4 months

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𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏? (𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄)

summary: You were at the nearby convenience store, searching for pads that Soyeon desperately needed. At last, when your ego couldn’t overpower your desperation any longer, you asked a worker there.

Little did you know that she’d make you feel in ways you’d never imagined.

includes: periods, late night outings, breakdowns, crying, stress, mentions of feeling empty, gxg, yeah that’s it ig

genre: fluff

pairing: non idol! store worker! yuqi x fem! reader

word count: 4.2k

a/n: bro i realized that i reserve fluff for gidle is that counted as favoritism orrrrr…why is this so long it was nawt meant to be this long you’d think yuqi was my bias HELP. anyway this was stuck in my drafts incompleted for a while it’s out of the dungeon yay?? this was inspired by escape + paradise (gidle) + off the record (ive) so tell me why i looped groove back (jaywhypee) while writing this

taglist: @kflixnet

You were standing in the middle of the store like a lost child. Your eyes scanned the aisle of sanitary items, but you just couldn’t find it.

The thing in question?

The brand of pads that your friend and roommate Soyeon wanted.

Her legs were too weak to walk for ten minutes, let alone thirty, and you knew how painful her cramps could be, considering how many times she ranted to you about them.

Every month for three days nonstop.

You had no other option but to swallow your pride and ask one of the store workers. You looked around the aisle, searching for a friendly face in uniform. You noticed an old man, but you passed on talking to him since he looked too grumpy for your liking.

Suddenly, your eyes fell on her.

She looked just like a dream, the prettiest girl you’d ever seen.

She was adorable and had this cheery attitude around her. She looked like she genuinely enjoyed her work and talking to customers.

You should definitely learn something from her.

You shuffled over to her, a bit more nervous than you’d like to admit.

“Excuse me?”

She was busy stocking items until you spoke to her. She turned her face to look at you, still holding a shampoo bottle. She flashed a bright smile at you, and it was contagious.

“Hello miss, how may I help you?”

She had a deep voice, which contrasted with her face and caught you a bit off guard.

“Yeah, uh- um- do you happen to know where the…XXX brand of pads is?”

“Right this way, miss!”

She quickly placed the shampoo bottle on its respective shelf before taking a few steps forward, waiting for you to follow.

You walked slightly behind her, admiring her side profile. You seemed to like this particular store worker more than normal.

“Do you not usually get that brand?”

“Nope, I buy another one.”

“This is for a friend, I assume?”

“Yeah.”

She hummed in response, looking straight ahead again. You both reached a shelf, and it was familiar- wait, you were here just now…

She pointed to one of the stacks of pads which was directly in your line of sight, and you stared in disbelief. Was it there this whole time?

“That makes sense. If you were using it, you’d recognize it and know that it was in the place you were standing earlier.”

She chuckled as your eyes widened in embarrassment.

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks…”

You looked at her nametag quickly, not wanting to seem like you were checking her out.

“...Yuqi. Thank you for your help.”

Her name rolled off your tongue so prettily that she couldn’t help but replay it in her head like a broken record.

“No problem, miss. It’s my job after all.”

She went away to continue her work, and you realized that she basically called you dumb and sorta blind for not seeing something in front of you.

Pause. Hold on.

How did she know that you were in front of that section?

This was your first time seeing her, and she was in another aisle.

Was she staring at you?

You shrugged it off before going to the cashier to pay. You didn’t want to keep Soyeon waiting more than she had to — she was already struggling.

As you rushed to the exit, you saw her out of the corner of your eye. You waved at her quickly. She reciprocated the gesture and smiled at you, and you swore you heard birds chirping and flowers growing. You managed a half-assed grin back at her before rushing off, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

Why were you so flustered?

You reached your shared apartment with your friend, holding the bags of groceries in both hands. Soyeon was sitting in the living room watching TV.

“What took you so long?”

“Your pads.”

“What, you had a walk with them or something?”

You rolled your eyes at her.

“I was about to give up and buy you another brand, be grateful to that one cashier?”

“Name? I’ll send them a bottle of juice, a thank you, and an apology for helping my idiot friend.”

She grinned at you as you closed the door and locked it.

“Might as well. Her name was Yuqi.”

She suddenly paused the movie she was matching before she turned to you.

“Yuqi? Song Yuqi?”

“I think-?”

“Oh, you went to the store she works in?”

“I gue- wait, you know her?”

“She’s one of my friends.’

“Really? You should introduce her to me sometime soon, then.”

“I will.”

It had been three months since that day. You visited the store she worked in four times a week with the pretense of shopping, but the outcome was you buying one or two small trinkets and spending three hours chatting away with Yuqi. You both connected instantly, her sense of humor pulling you in as soon as you talked with her more. Her smile brightened your day, and her laugh commanded your stomach to do somersaults.

Yuqi being in your life felt so natural that you couldn’t believe you once existed without her as your friend.

You had been going to that store late at night a lot recently to satisfy your midnight cravings. The place had everything you wanted, including your new best friend.

There was a problem, though, and it was the fact that she was almost always there.

Not for you (if you thought selfishly, then maybe), but for herself.

She was having both day and night shifts, which was obviously unhealthy. When you asked her about it as tactfully as you could, she brushed it off as ‘earning more’.

More money was good, but not at the cost of her health.

One night, you entered the convenience store, wanting some instant ramyeon. There was no one there, and you appreciated the quiet.

You searched the shelves before finding the specific flavor you wanted. You went to the little stand near the counter for hot water to cook the noodles. You sat down on the stool before it, drumming your fingers against the table's surface as you waited. As the water finished pouring, the store went silent save for the low buzz of the A/C and coolers.

Suddenly you heard a few muffled sniffles behind you. Your head whipped in the direction of the sound as you realized that you didn’t pay attention to the girl behind the cash register until now.

It was Yuqi.

Her elbows were propped on the part of the conveyor belt where items would be stuffed into plastic bags. Her face was buried in her hands, trying to hide her tears. Without thinking twice, you went through the small door barring non-employees from entering. You stood behind her and bent your knees a bit so that you could reach her height while she sat on the chair. One of your arms was around her waist, the other hand in her hair, running through it. Her breath caught in her throat and she moved her hands away from her face to look at who was being so affectionate all of a sudden at this hour.

“Y…Y/N?”

“Yuqi, when does the store close?”

“In…five minutes?”

Her voice was still hoarse from crying as she spoke, so you turned her around fully to face you and hugged her properly.

“Let’s go outside?”

She was confused, but she was also too tired to fight you, so she nodded. You let go of her before giving her money for the ramyeon you bought. It was way more than the actual price. When she pointed that out, you shook your head and smiled at her as you told her to keep the change. She sighed before inserting the price into the cash register and then putting the extra money in her purse. She then entered the employee-only room, and you picked up your chopsticks to eat your ramyeon. She came out of the room after a short while with her bag and her normal clothes. She wore a pair of light blue jeans, a simple black hoodie, and a grey beanie. Her hair was in a bun. Yuqi smiled tiredly at you, and you smiled back, although you were hiding your concern.

You both exited the shop. She then locked it with the keys that she had. She put them in her jeans pocket before turning to look at you.

“Where are we going?”

“Just follow me.”

She tilted her head in confusion, but then she simply shrugged and followed you as you started walking. The night was serene, and the moon and stars were bright in the dark. There was a cool breeze blowing which messed up your and Yuqi’s hair. She smiled as she noticed you struggling to fix your messy strands, this one more broad than the one she gave you earlier in the store.

Suddenly she pulled you a little closer before undoing the ponytail you had and running her hands through your hair. Your eyes widened at the action and you could feel heat creeping up to the back of your neck. She carefully redid your ponytail, her fingers occasionally touching your face as she did. She didn’t notice how she was affecting you, and her face was adorable with how focused she was. Her cheeks were puffed out slightly and her eyes were narrowed at you, making her look more squishy than intimidating.

Once she was done, she moved back a bit, now looking nervous.

“Um- sorry about that- it’s just…like I just felt like fixing your hair when I- when I saw you struggle, so uh-”

You chuckled as you patted her shoulder.

“Thanks.”

She grinned, and you understood why Soyeon called her ‘giant puppy’.

She looked at you so fondly that you felt your stomach twist and turn. In order to distract yourself, you looked away and fiddled with your fingers.

“Let’s go then.”

“Sure.”

You started walking again, staring straight ahead, Yuqi a little behind. After around five minutes of walking, you looked back only to see her trying to warm her hands. It wasn’t very cold according to you, but you went over to you.

“Yuqi, Yuqi, are your hands cold?” She looked at you sheepishly.

“Yeah, kinda…it’s fine though, really.

She pulled her beanie more over her head so that she could cover her ears.

“My hands are warm…”

Her eyes widened.

“You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable-”

“I’m fine with it.”

Without warning, you reached out for one of her hands. It was ice compared to yours, but it felt nice for some reason. Her hand fit perfectly in yours, fingers intertwined so gently, leaving no small gaps in between. You were too busy looking down at the pavement in an attempt to hide your blush to notice her warm cheeks — a stark contrast to her hands.

“Thank you Y/N, even though you didn’t have to-”

“Shush. I wanted to.”

You realized that what you said sounded less platonic than how much you’d prefer it to be.

She nudged you playfully with the shoulder closer to you, and you nudged her back. You started walking again, taking her with you. Silence fell upon you both, but it was a comfortable one. Your brain’s cogs were on overdrive, and your thoughts drifted off to Yuqi.

Why were you suddenly so nervous and extremely flustered around her? You always had skinship with her before, so why were you so awkward now?

You then started going through your memories of your interactions with her in the past three weeks, remembering how you’d blush at her usual actions of affection, how you’d make more jokes and embarrass yourself — in front of only her — just to see her smile and laugh more, how you wanted to take a picture every time you met, how you wanted to treasure everything positive she said about you even if it was dumb, how you’d stare at the pictures you had of her - some with you, some without, and how-

No.

It wasn’t what you thought it was, right?

Right?

This wasn’t love, you weren’t-

Did you seriously fall in love with Yuqi?

Holy shit, no, fuck, fuck, fuck-

You couldn’t accept it, you both were just best friends. There was nothing more to it, right?

“Y/N, are you okay? You seem a bit distressed…”

And you were caught.

Your heart couldn’t help but just melt at the tone of soft concern in her voice, and when looked at her face, she had a tiny yet playful pout on it contrasting the serious and questioning gaze she held.

It hit you like a shot in that already mushy organ of yours.

Maybe you were in love.

“I’m okay, Yuqi. I just zoned out.”

You gripped her hand tighter, head swimming in this new thought. Unaware of your internal dilemma, she walked on peacefully. There seemed to be a calm glow in her aura, even though you weren’t a psychic of any kind.

‘Y/N, where are we going?”

Her query made you snap out of your reverie. You scanned your surroundings, and your pace picked up.

“You didn’t answer my question!”

Her voice was all whiny this time, making you grin.

“We’re almost there.”

“My legs are going to die!”

“...we’ve been walking for ten minutes?”

She was about to say something in protest, but you stopped walking and pointed to your left. He turned her head in that direction and her jaw dropped.

You had led her to an empty beach that was known by barely anyone. It had been a safe space for you, and you’d come here when you had to get away from life’s difficulties.

“We’re here.”

“Y/N, this…it’s so pretty.”

“I know.”

She ran to the beach and she dragged you with her, your feet leaving the bricked sidewalk and landing on the sand illuminated by the moonlight. You both reached a pair of swings fixed a little distance away from the shoreline. She let go of your hand, and although you felt a little twinge of disappointment at the loss of warmth, it was replaced instantly by excitement as you saw Yuqi giggling while on the swing. You sat down on the one beside it and started swinging as well. For a while, the only sounds in the dark night were the creaking of the chains holding up the swings, sand flying up as either of your feet accidentally hit the ground and the waves gently crashing against the shore, and it felt like a dream date.

Except, it wasn’t a date, just a hangout with your best friend.

So why were you wishing that it was one?

After a few minutes, you both got tired, and the swings came to a stop. You both just sat there, you staring at the bright moon and twinkling stars, while Yuqi saw them through your eyes, preferring to watch them that way.

“Yuqi, if it’s okay for me to ask…why were you crying earlier?”

You turned to look at her, and she shifted her eyesight to the sand beneath her feet.

“Well- I was just stressed and broke down, I guess.”

“Why do you have so many shifts?”

She froze, her hand gripping the chains tightly.

“If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine, I’m sorry for prod-”

“No, no, it’s okay.”

She let out a shaky breath, before glancing back at you as she blinked rapidly. You grabbed her hand again, squeezing it a little as if to console her.

“Yuqi, it’s alright to cry. I won’t judge.”

“I do all this work so that I don’t have to go home.”

Your facial features rearranged into an expression mixed between confusion and worry.

“What…what do you mean?”

She held your gaze again, her eyes filled with tears.

“I-I always feel so empty when I’m not at work. I don’t know how else to explain it. Being at the store helps me feel…feel alive. Otherwise, I just go back to my small studio apartment with no one else there, back to a place with nothing interesting to do, back to a place void of life.”

You were stunned by this revelation. You always thought that she enjoyed staying home and that she’d rather be cooped up on her sofa, watching TV or whatnot. You had been to her apartment before, and it was a cozy and sweet place to live in, according to you.

“Really?”

“Seriously. Sometimes I feel like I’m being suffocated in the four walls of my own house.”

“Why do you never call it a home? I always noticed that.”

“According to me…a home is a place where love and comfort can be found, not just a place to live in.”

You squeezed her hand, sighing quietly.

“Frankly speaking, Y/N, you’ve brightened my life so much in the past 3 months and it’s crazy.”

Your eyes widened, and you took a good look at her face. She wore a tiny smile, and her own eyes had gratefulness and peace swimming in them, but there was something else you didn’t recognize. It was a mixture of fondness, almost, mixed with affection, yet more intense than any way she had looked at you before, and you actually liked it. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside — cliché, but still — and you, for some reason, wanted her to stare at you the same way for the rest of your life.

“Yuqi, I- that’s so sweet. I feel the same. Meeting and talking with you is always the highlight of my day.”

You got off the swing, still holding her hand. The sudden movement made her jerk before falling face flat into the sand. Her shriek was cut off by sounds of disgust and gags. Her hand was out of yours at that moment, and watching the whole scene as well as seeing her struggle to recover from the shock and get up was too much for you to handle, and you broke into laughter. She managed to get her face out of the sand and looked up at you, a few grains of sand still in her hair and near the corners of her mouth. She pouted at you, but you couldn’t stop. You squatted down in front of her, laughter reducing into chuckles as you helped her up.

“Y/N, stop laughing at me!”

She whined as she was on her two feet again, trying to get the sand out of her hair and off her face.

“You looked like a clown! Yuqi, Yuqi, I should have recorded that! I’d send it to Soyeon, and then-”

You erupted into fits of giggles again and she held your shoulders in order to shake you violently.

“Stop it, stop it! You’re so mean! You’re lucky we’re best friends!”

“Oh- really, am- I?”

You were laughing so hard you lost your breath, and at this point, you could do nothing but wheeze.

“Y/N…”

She stomped the ground like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum.

“Fine, fine, you big baby.”

She pouted again, but you turned your face to look at the sea.

“Let’s go to the shoreline?”

Her eyes lit up instantly.

“Can we?”

“Of course we can, idiot.”

Your fingers laced with hers again as you glanced at her questioningly. She nodded, and you both started running towards the shore, kicking up sand behind your heels and leaving footprints in the sand. You reached a little away from the water, and you both removed your shoes. She led you nearer to the shore, your feet sinking into the soft, damp sand.

“This night is so beautiful. Thank you for getting me out of there, Y/N.”

“Of course. How long could you stay cooped up in there?”

She suddenly lifted your hand to her mouth before placing a gentle kiss on it, her lips lingering there for a few seconds before letting it return back to your side.

Your body froze, but your brain had never worked faster.

“Yu-Yuqi-”

“Shh.”

“Why did you-?” “Why not?

She grinned at you, although there was a bit of shyness behind it.

“You’re weird. I like it.”

“Of course you do. You should.”

“Oh shut up. Your ego level is higher than your IQ.”

“You love me all the same.”

You did, you truly did.

Looking back up at the sky, you admired the stars and the moon. It seemed to be brighter now, but honestly, you didn’t want the moonlight to shine on you both as if you were the main characters of some romance movie. You wished that it was possible to turn it off and just let the darkness hide you two as you basked in the silent yet sweet moment.

Yuqi’s eyes were focused on you. She took in the sight of your eyes glittering more than the stars, the sight of your lips slightly parted in awe- and all of a sudden, she could look at nothing else. It was just you and her in this world, and she wanted nothing more than that. She was content with being able to be able to hold your hand and stare at you like this, the night enveloping you two as the water lapped at your feet. Her heart was beating faster than it ever did before.

Sure, she had felt like this around you before, but right now? It was at its peak.

The fluttery, dreamy feeling flooding her entire body from head to toe was something she enjoyed. This euphoria, this high- fuck, she wanted to feel it over and over again.

And then it hit her like a lightning bolt.

She was falling for you.

It was like falling but then landing on soft and fluffy clouds.

The excitement of finally figuring it out got to her, and a small lovesick smile formed on her face as she unconsciously squeezed your hand. This didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you reciprocated her gesture.

When she said the night was beautiful, in hindsight, she meant you.

Suddenly, a small ‘ding’ was heard, and Yuqi pursed her lips together, slightly annoyed that this special moment was interrupted. She fished out her phone from her jeans pocket, and her eyes widened as she checked it.

“We should get going. It’s already 12:15.”

“That early?”

“Early?”

“Oh uh- usually when I come here, I stay until 2 a.m…”

You looked at her sheepishly and she shook her head.

“Well, I can’t afford to do that.”

“What, you get paid for sleeping early? Tell me who’s doing it so that I can join in. Free money.”

“I have a morning shift dumbass.”

“Anyway. Our shoes are nearby right?”

She glanced behind before sighing.

“We’ll get sand stuck on our feet.”

You groaned in frustration.

“My nightmare.”

The two of you started running across the sand, trying to get to your shoes as quickly as you could and to touch as little sand as you could. Unfortunately, both of your feet were covered in sand sticking to them. Yuqi seemed to have it worse though.

“How am I going to put these feet in my sexy sneakers?”

“I will beat you up with them if you don’t shut up.”

“But-”

“Take them in your hand. We’ll kick and rub off the clumps on the pavement.”

She rolled her eyes but went along with it. Upon reaching the pavement, you started to stomp your feet against the bricks, creating friction so that the sand stuck would fall off. She copied you, giggling a little.

‘We probably look like maniacs.”

“Of course we do, Yuqi. Especially you.”

“You’re my best friend- that says something.”

“Yeah…best friend.”

Your words were simple, but there were many things left unspoken behind them. You didn’t know whether you wanted her to catch on or not, but it seemed like she didn’t. Shaking your head a bit, you continued stomping.

Once you both were done, you slipped your feet into your shoes. Your head faced hers again, staring silently at her side profile for a few moments.

“So…I guess this is goodbye, Y/N.”

“Just for now.”

“Obviously.”

You felt a surge of confidence flowing through your veins at that very moment, and you knew it’d disappear quickly if you didn’t do anything.

That’s why you did something.

You pressed a small peck on her cheek, before dashing off in the direction of your house.

You did it, and you’d wake up the next morning without knowing her reaction.

She froze on the spot until she could feel her cheeks burn. She smiled a dreamy smile after a few seconds, seeing light at the end of the tunnel.

She had seen you before on Soyeon’s Instagram posts and story, and you were just gorgeous. She had to meet you, somehow, without seeming like a stalker. She asked Soyeon about you, and the girl gave her a few basic facts about you, and then she decided that when you and her friend went out together, she’d ‘accidentally’ come to the same place too.

Fate had other plans, however.

She was staring at you that day in the store, yes. The shock of seeing you, the person she thought about so much was so strong that she couldn’t help it. You were prettier in real life, and she was pretty sure that she saw stars.

She loved whatever she had with you, but was it a crime to want more?

Yuqi could only hope.

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afloofwithmultipleinterests · 11 months

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HELLO? [[tickling department]]? IT'S FOR YOU!!

A sequel tickle fic to Cheater, Cheater! (Ler!Jevil, Lee!Spamton) With the player being away for who knows how long, Jevil and Spamton hang out in the void behind Seam's shop, attempting to entertain themselves best they can. However when messes are to be kept to a minimum, All hope of escaping boredom is lost... or is it? Lee!Jevil Ler!Spamton Lee!Spamton(?)

It was so much fun writing this fic series with @coy-lee! its been ages since i've stretched my fingers for some good old fashion fanfiction! Spam and Jev are so fun to write... Thanks for writing with me coy. writing with you and LF both make my world!

Anyhoo... On with the story!

📞🔊 ☎️🎵 📞🔊☎️🎶

HELLO?

[[tickling department]]?

IT'S FOR YOU!!

📞🔊 ☎️🎵 📞🔊 ☎️🎶

It was true that Jevil and Spamton had a silent truce to the whole battle thing, or as the clown would like to put it, his 'numbers game'. Alas, Spamton's mission to achieve the higher plane of existence had ultimately been foiled... the salesman found a new purpose he had never seen before in this prison. He had friends. Actual, PHYSICAL companions!

It was after hours in the old cat-plush's shop. The player would be gone for an extended period of time, perhaps years from now, so the cat tended to doing business of his own behind closed doors regarding his two newest creations. Spamton was playing a card game with Jevil, although it appeared neither one knew what actual game they were playing.

"GO-[[Frank's fish fry buffet!]]"

"IVE GOT A FULL HOUSE, HOUSE!"

The two said simultaneously while laying their cards down for their consecutive games.

"I THOUGHT WE WERE PLAYING [[Gone fishing! Be back later]] NOT [[house!]] ... NOT [[hou-]]." Frustrated, Spamton's glasses went staticy for a moment. "nevermind.." As soon as the whisper came, the puppet glitched back into his normal salesman tone. "YOU GET THE [[photo noise]]."

"YES, YES! I UNDERSTAND, UNDERSTAND!" Jevil nodded, impulsively bringing his gloved index and thumb to his chin. "BUT, ITS NOT VERY CHAOTIC TO STICK TO THE RULES! I LIKE A CHAOS, CHAOS, A MISCHIEF, MISCHIEF! ITS JUST NO FUN SPAM-SPAM!"

Sometimes Spamton just couldn't understand Jevil no matter how much he puzzled.

"ANYWAY! ITS NO FUN TO JUST PLAY CRAZY EIGHTS EVERY TIME, TIME! " Jevil exclaimed, throwing cards into the air haphazardly. Spamton flinched and gazed up at now the fluttering cards.

"CRAZY [[888-8888]]? IS THAT WHAT WE WERE PLA-" The doll spoke, cutting himself off when his eyes trailed down to find Jevil being surrounded by walls of cards stacking perfectly on top of each other. They continued to stack, building a tower around the jester, taller and taller as the cards multiplied out of nowhere. Construction noises sounded from inside the endlessly growing fortress, minimizing as it continued to grow. it wasn't long before the large card tower had stopped growing and had gone quiet. Then a cackling form burst from the top of the tower, looking down at his friend far below.

"HOW'S THE WEATHER DOWN THERE, THERE!?" Jevil called. Suddenly the cards caved from the top, the fool surfing down the wave of cards that soon crashed to the ground. He was now once again seated where he was before, cards falling like leaves all around them. Jevil bounced up and took a bow, thanking Spamton and the seemingly nonexistent audience for cheering him on.

"You aren't making too much of a mess in there, are you Jevil?" a deep voice asked from the other room.

"WHAT!? WHY DO YOU ASSUME SUCH THINGS SEAM, SEAM!?" the jester called back, offended. Spamton couldn't help but laugh at Jevil's reaction to being called out. "UHG... GAMES ARE NO FUN WITHOUT A MESS, MESS," Jevil sighed, falling back onto the floor, staring into the void above.

Spamton thought a moment, scratching his head before his mind flashed back to about a week prior. If he could shift his face at all, a grinch-like smile would be there. Oh he knew EXACTLY the game that would be perfect for this occasion. His fingers were itching to wiggle and knead after that whole experience.

'GEEZ, I DUNNO HOW YOU CAN STAND IT, NO WAY I'D LAST!' Spamton recalled Jevil saying to him mid-attack. He'd test that statement himself, if not MORE teasy than Jevil. If he could figure out how the jester did it, that is! Although he was keen in the art of salesmanship, when it came to the art of tickling, Spamton didn't have sea legs like Jevil did. The puppet just hoped he could live up to the playful nature Jevil has come so naturally to him. However, he didn't mind taking a leap of faith on this… Spamton wanted to have fun! Besides, the clown had it coming to him anyway.

"ACTUALLY I THINK I KNOW A [[Book of games to play with your children!]] THATS NOT [[🎶i came in like a wrecking ball!🎶]]"

"OH *REALLY?* IS IT FUN ENOUGH TO SHARE WITH THE CLASS, CLASS?" Jevil perked up a bit, curious. He fell back again after a moment. "sigh BUT MESSY IS STILL MORE FUN…"

Spamton got up from his seat, which shortened him back to his regular height. Sliding back and forth across the ground as if he were floating, the doll clasped his hands together attempting to strike up a deal. Now THIS was in his ballpark.

"OH IM SURE THIS [[specil game]] WILL PEAK YOUR INTEREST MY [[friend request accepted]]!" Spamton advertised, growing a little closer to the jester through the ocean of cards.

"[[100% Entertainment!]] [[100%-]] F UN, FuN, FUN! [[for the whole family]]." The spam-bot finally stopped in front of the imp, that award losing smile offering the chance of a lifetime. "NO [[tough stains to get out]] NO [[pottery disrespected!]] ONLY- ONLY- ONLY-" Spamton was stuck on a record loop.

"ONLY WHAT, WHAT!? SPIT IT OUT MAN!" Jevil shouted, shaking the spambot's shoulders dramatically, his eyes wide, sparkling with excitement. Spamton legitimately had the jester entranced by this proposition. The best customer is a desperate one he supposed. Jevil was on the edge of his nonexistent seat now.

"I CAN SEE YOU'RE [[LOSING YOU R MIND]] OVER THIS [[once in a lifetime offer!]] YOU'RE LIKE ME! [[desperate.]]" Spamton started, his aura going from that of a salesman to... playfully intimidating... this didn't go unnoticed by Jevil, who's eyes widened at the sudden change of mood. "WELL YOU'RE IN FOR A-" suddenly, Spamton's hand started ringing. It had literally turned into a black phone! "EXCUSE ME ONE MOMENT." Aw... Jevil had to wait!? NO!! He was way too impatient.

"BUT, BUT-"

"HELLO? [[tickling department]]??"

Tickling WHAT!?

"I SEE... IT'S FOR YOU!" Spamton pointed the phone at Jevil.

Before Jevil could even process what's happening, the jester was pushed into the sea of spades, diamonds, and clubs by tiny little Spamtons.

"GYAaAaAaA! WAIT A MINUTE! IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOU HAVE FULL HANDS, SO WHAT'S WITH ALL THE MINI SPAMS!?" Jevil rhymed, eyes wide and a nervousness in his belly. His tail curled up closer to his body and he lightly peddled his feet as he tried to glare at the puppet now towering over him, the biggest most genuine grin with a gleam shining off of his colored glasses.

"[[the boys]] ARE HELPING A [[papa!]] OUT~!" Spamton chuckled, the phone disappearing for his actual digits. "ISN'T THAT RIGHT?" The 'boys' nod rapidly in agreement before they start to do their thing.

The tiny Spamtons manage to hold down Jevil's tail and hands, meanwhile Spamton sat on Jevil's legs similarly to how the jester had awhile back. The purple imp's mouth twitched upward nervously, curling in a cat-like manner.

"N-NOW SPAM-"

"HM? WHATS A MATTER [[jack in the box!]] I THOUGHT YOU LIKED A LITTLE [[MISCHIEF, MISCHIEF!]]" The doll imitated Jevil's voice as he lightly trailed his skittering fingers up the sensitive devil's sides. "A [[CHAOS, CHAOS!]]"

"AYE-MKHMKHM! N-NOW THAHATS... NOT FAIIIR! KHKHKHM! -SNORT-" Jevil retorted, trying not to give the puppet the satisfaction of breaking him as easily as the jester had broken him. He shook his head a bit as it was one of the easiest things he could move at the moment. His hat jingled to the beat of his shaking." YA CAHAN'T JUST - - - KHKHK" Jevil tried to complain about Spamton turning his own words back on him but he couldn't finish his sentence without bursting into giggles already, so he shut his mouth tightly.

"HM? OH ON CONTRAIRE, [[valued friendship]]." Spamton spoke with a smirk in his voice. He started to make his hands go in circles, getting slowly closer to the tummy pudge by the second. "BESIDES, I HAVEN'T HEARD A [[Stop at go!]] YET~!"

Jevil's cheeks puffed out like a bubble, little snorts occasionally coming out as Spamton circled closer and closer on the jester's belly.

"AWWW... NOW JEVIL? I THOUGHT YOU SAID [[IT ISN'T HEALTHY TO HOLD BACK YOUR LAUGHTER]]! YOU AREN'T DOING THAT, ARE YOU?" Spamton asked, a teasing tone seeping out as he finally reached the middle of the jester's tummy, a bit of struggle revealing itself as the jester tried to kick his legs and wave his arms.

"N-NO! I-KHEEHEEHEEM NOT! IT JUHUHUST DOESN'T TIHICKLE! KHMKHMHM!" Jevil squeaked out, trying his hardest to keep what little composure he had. He barely had any to begin with. The jester kept his eyes shut, not wanting to see the doll's face rival his own naturally devilish grin. It was his job to be the menace!

oh.... ohoh that was a BRILLIANT opportunity to be taken!

"IT DOESNT?'' The tone Spamton had was unclear. Jevil felt the fingers pause, staying on his secretly terribly ticklish tummy for a moment. The jester could assume that the puppet was in thought about something.

"WELL... WHAT ABOUT THIS SPOT?" suddenly the fingers jumped to his ribs, starting to lightly skitter. Jevil nearly let it slip but he kept it in, however before he could process the first transition, another one came. "OR THIS ONE?" Then one to the top of his tummy. "OR [[this one!?]]"

Oh he couldn't STAND it! Just choose a spot already!! Stop changing!

Suddenly, he felt his arms change positions. Those devilish little Spamtons put his arms above his head!

"OR THIS-" Spamton started, putting his hands down under the imps arms to transition yet again, when be heard a loud and sudden giggly yelp result.

"PPPFF! NYAHAHAHOOOO! SPAMT- AHAHAHAHA-SNORT-GYEEHEEHEEHEE!" Jevil cackled, finally cracking and letting out what had been bubbling under the surface the whole time. His laughter was shrieky and full of snorts which was accompanied by the jingling of his hat as he tossed his head around.

Spamton chuckled along with the jester, his laugh ranging from his own to various other laughs he had heard before. "AWW... THERE WE G0! [[100% customer satisfaction!]]"

His wiggly fingers vibrated the newly discovered tickle spot, ensuring this jester a chuckle fest. " TiCkLE T1CKLE~ [[tiny jester figurines!]] ARE YOU SURE YOU AREN'T [[tickles your fancy?]]? [[Number1ratedsalesman1997]] DOESNT LIKE [[liar, liar plants for hire!]]"

"OKAY OHOHOKAY I'M TIHIHICKLISH! NOHOHOW CUT IT OUT PPPPFF-NOCHIOHOHOHOHOHO!* -SNORT-!" Jevil conceded, trying his hardest to pull his arms down to his sides. "The boys" were holding tight and were much stronger than they looked, especially when working together.

"DO YOU REEAAAAALLY WANT [[remember kid, blue stop signs]]? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED THIS [[hopscotch!]]" Spamton slowed to just a few pokes here and there, admittedly hesitant of continuing after that.

The Spamlings seemed to feel the same way, starting to loosen their grips to where Jevil could break away easily.

Am I going too far? Spamton thought as his poking slowed. how do I know if he really wants me to stop? I don't want to hurt him..

The salesman had never been on the other end before- at least not without the cards being flipped instantly... he only really received the attention, unable to break away as easily from the much taller, much more popular salesmen.

I'm not good at this... what if Jevil doesn't like this? ... he would tell him if he didn't, right?

Oops.. Spamton was spacing out. He just noticed the white noise filling his ears, and the vague popcorn television static he could see through the reflection of his glasses.

"S- pant -Spamton? Ehehe... Hey?" Jevil's voice was unnaturally gentle. He panted a bit, calming himself down while looking his friend over with a bit of concern. "What's a-matter, buddy?" Jevil chuckled. He still hadn't broken out of the Spamlings hold, deciding to just lie there.

Spamton paused, his smile dropping as much as it could physically, before the mini Spamtons fused back into the salesman "I..." the glitch faded as Spamton backed off of Jevil completely.

What was he thinking? He couldn't do this... it just.. wasn't what he was made to do. He couldn't be silly like this..

That thought saddened him... that he couldn't play a game like this without chickening out. Spamton sat down, scrunching his legs up to his chest, and wrapped his arms around them. "Sorry.. I- just... i'm not.." he couldn't get the words out.. he couldn't describe exactly how he felt without disappointing the clown.

Jevil seen Spamton, was unsure of himself... doubtful. Now that just wouldn't do! He barely did anything to the clown.

"OI, HEY HEY HEY! WHAT ARE YOU SORRY FOR? I... I THOUGHT WE WERE HAVING FUN, FUN! " Jevil said, trying to get answers from his companion. He finally sat up and put a gloved hand on Spamton's hunched shoulder. "DON'T MAKE ME TURN THE TABLES JUST TO GET A LIL HONESTY, HONESTY," Jevil threatened lightly, giving his friend a playful glare.

Spamton's entire face reddened a bit after that comment, nervousness heightening.

"W-WELL [[Well well WELLY well well-]] I-[[icebox]] I-[[Isosolese triangle]] I'M NOT S URE [[How to video]] DO THIS. I'M [[ANXIETY!!]] ON MESSING UP, OR [[too far gone..]]." the puppet explained his anxiety as best he could. Things as fluffy as this were so foreign to him already, it's been years since he has played this game.

Jevil looked puzzled, trying to understand what exactly was the problem... But after a moment he came to a conclusion.

"THAT WAS YOUR FIRST TIME, TIME DISHIN IT OUT? I'M IMPRESSED! THE TICKLES DIDN'T HURT AND WEREN'T TOO LIGHT EITHER. I WOULD HAVE SWORE YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING, DOING. LOOK AT ME, EVER THE FOOL, UEE HEE HEE!" Jevil giggled as he explained in no uncertain terms that Spamton had done nothing wrong. In fact, he seemed pretty good at tickling already. Must be in their glitched out genes.

Spamton's face seemed to increase in color at that... now he felt bashful of the compliment. "... ARE YOU JUST [[you're just saying that!]] TO MAKE [[number1ratedsalesman1997]] [[feel better soon!]] ..?." The salesman turned his head, confused at the compliment.. he truly wasn't expecting that. In all honesty, he was waiting for himself to screw everything up with his friends like last time. To have both Seam, and Jevil leave at any given moment because he was being a sleaze, or unintentionally disrespecting them.

"IF I WERE, WERE, WOULD I DO THIS!?" Jevil questioned before rolling onto his back and acting like a dog that wanted his belly rubbed. "C'MON! LAY IT ON ME, UEE HEE HEE! OR ELSE I'LL PICK UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF~" Jevil teased with a grin, trying to spur the spambot into action.

... Spamton could cry tears of joy if he wasn't just playfully threatened. His confidence spiked up as his face returned to its normal white hue... it was time to scratch that itch he had just minutes prior.

"LEAVING YOURSELF OPEN FOR ME, [[AYYYYYyyyyy!]]? WELL, LET ME REOPEN OUR CONTRACT WITH A NEW [[8-digit phone number]] SPECIL!" The normally pink and yellow glasses flooded with an intimidating reflection that flashed seemingly from nowhere.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T NEED [[friends |The boys| i've got knives!]] TO SH0 W I MEAN [[business]]. IVE GOT THE RIGHT [[trick up my sleeve]] FOR YOU, JEVIL.." That grin seemed to widen as Spamton drew closer to Jevil, teasingly wiggling his fingers at him before pouncing on him and kneeding over his sides and ribs.

"UEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! -SNORT- SO NOHOW YOU CHOOSE TOHOHO PLAY WITH M-GYAHAHAHAHEEE!" Jevil cackled out, immediately bursting with laughter. He kicked his feet and flailed his arms aimlessly while he let Spamton give him the "deal of a life time".

The doll's fingers swirled and scritched slowly up, just barely grazing the jesters armpits.. closer and closer… Jevil was secretly expecting it so the blow wouldn't be as shocking as before to the ticklish area... however he was startled by the rapid booping to his hip area on both sides.

"AAAAH!!!" Jevil shrieked in surprise. He hopped up reflexively, accidentally knocking the spambot off of him and onto the floor.

Pink and yellow swirls encircled Spamton's glasses while his jaw fell ajar, and little angel spams flew around his head. Spamton shook his head, making the angel Spamtons disappear all the while Jevil rubbed the tickles away from his hip joints. Spamton hopped to his feet, quietly clasping his hands together in assessment of the situation "HM? A LITTLE [[jump rope!]]? I THINK I HAVE A [[home remedies]] FOR THAT." The spam-bot snuck to Jevil's leg, before jumping on and attaching himself. He started to climb him like a kitten.

"AYEEEHEEHEE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!? CLIMBING ME LIKE A TREEHEEHEE!?" the jester giggled, dancing around, hopping from foot to foot as Spamton crawled up his leg.

When Spamton got to Jevil's midsection, the Email-bot gently squeezed the tickle spot under the jester uniform every time he grabbed to climb.

"ARE YOU SAYING THAT YOU'RE NOT [[Christmas trees now 50% off at your local Walmart!]]? THATS [[false advertising]]! FOR SOMEONE WHO ISN'T A [[fine oak]]]..." Spamton climb up until he was on Jevil's back, securing his position with his knees. "YOU'RE QUITE THE [[Blueberry Maple Syrup]]."

The puppet tickled along the jester's shoulder blades, and neck coil, which scrunched, and skyrocketed off his shoulders upon the unexpected touch.

"NYA HAHA! YOU LITTLE GYEEHEEHEEHEE! -SNORT-!" Jevil squawked, trying to catch his head and put it back on. It was boinging around, the coils now fully accessible to the puppet teasing the area. "WHYHY MUST THE DOHOHOLL BE SO CRUEL HEEHEEHEE T-TO TIHIHIHIHICKLE THE NIGHT LIHIHIGHTS OUT OHOF THE F-FOOHOOHOOL, FOOHOOHOOHOOHOOL!?"

Jevil continued to dance around, unable to dislodge the gremlin latched onto him.

Spamton bulleted laughter with a cheeky and mischievous tone. The salesman skittered over the exposed neck coil while using his other hand to poke under jevil's arm when he tried to reach up and grab his head.

"IM [[SURPRISE!!]] YOU'RE ABLE TO [[Time it to ryhme it!]] WHILE IM [[Tickletickletickletickle~]] YOU!" He teased, swapping from multiple spots with that single free hand away from the coil.

Jevil slammed the one arm down that Spamton could reach every time the puppet poked and prodded under there, making it hard for the clown to reach his hat to put his head back on his shoulders. He couldn't get it with just one hand! The other was practically tied to his side in defense.

"UEEHEAHAAHAaHaHA- -SNORT-!!! OHONOHOHO NO THIHIS ISN'T FAIR- N-NOHOT UNDER THERE, THERE!!"

"NOT [[right there on the dotted line!]]? ARE YOU SURE? THIS SPOT LOOKS LIKE IT MAKES YOU [[satisfied customer!]]"

"NAHAHAHOOO! BAHAHAD SPOT! BAD SPAHAHAHAAAAT! UEEHEEHEEGEEHEE! -SNORT-" the Jester laughed, squatting down for a moment. He suddenly sprung up, his body catching up to his head, and he grabbed one of the tails of his hat. He swiftly popped it back into place before bouncing back onto the floor.

Jevil sprawled out on the floor belly down, trying to catch his breath.

Spamton paused after a moment, letting the jester have a bit of a break to recover from the monkey climb tickle attack.

"HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH OF THE [[Stand-up specil]] YET [[now introducing the lil' devil darlin!]]?"

Spamton turned around, facing Jevil's J-shaped tail. It was wagging from left to right in a cat-like manner, almost similar to a wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man.

"OR DO I HAVE TO WHIP OUT THE [[ BIIIIIG GUNS! Come and buy them before huntin' season!]]?"

If Spamton could stretch his toothy grin even further into a menacingly playful expression, he would probably be wearing it in this moment. He had an ongoing theory, and if it proved to be correct, he would most likely have Jevil beat, if not even from when the clown got him.

"W-WAIT... WHAT GUNS, GUNS?" Jevil asked nervously. He wasn't exactly sure what Spamton's next target was, but the little doll's confidence was worrying to the Jester. The spambot was tuckering him out quite quickly already. But admittedly his curiosity was peaked too.

"IT DEPENDS," he started, the Jester hearing the clear grin in his voice. "HOW [[ready, set, go!]] ARE YOU TO FIND 0UT?"

"I-I... UM... HEHE..." Jevil's smile curled up into his own grin. "MORE READY THAN YOU ARE FOR MY INEVITABLE REVENGE! UEEHEEHEE!" he teased back.

Spamton's face flooded red, steam coming out of his ears in embarrassment while a honking choo-choo sound effect accompanied it. How DARE him! Spamton wasn't gonna get all embarrassed from that teasing little jack in the box right now!

"FOR SOMEONE IN THE [[sticky situation]] YOU ARE," Spamton inquired, grabbing Jevil's tail with a hand. "YOU'RE AWFULLY BR4VE TO POKE [[the bear!]] POKE [[the sides]] POKE [[the tum]]!"

"HEY! HANDS OFF THE TAIL OR ELSE I WILL POKE 'THE TUM, TUM'!" Jevil squeaked, trying to sound intimidating but failing miserably. He tried to wiggle his tail out of the puppet's grip, but he seemed to be latched onto it like a koala.

Sensing the nervousness, Spamton hummed curiously. Perhaps Jevil DID have a secret to hide about his tail... he was much too curious for his own good, the trashman brought his hand up to the tippy top of that strange looking imp tail, giving it a slight poke. Jevil loudly squeaked, his tail starting to wag back and forth similarly to a worm trying to escape.

"SPAMTON I SWEAR TO SEAM, IF YOU DO IT, ILL COME BACK TEN TIMES AS HARD! MORE POWERFUL THAN THE RED JOKER CARD, CARD!" Jevil was beyond nervous. He kept his tail in sight for VARIOUS reasons... It was a weak point. If Spamton even tried-

"OH? MORE POWERFUL THAN [[here kitty-kitty!]]?" Spamton wiggled a couple of fingers on it. "I'D HONESTLY LIKE TO SEE YOU [[try, try again!]]"

"PFFFPAHAHAHA! I WIHIHILL JUSTYOUWAHAHAHAHAIT!-SNORT-" the little devil cackled already. Something about his tail made it just so sensitive. Perhaps it was because it was a true mark of his identity as an object, a key part of his being. It wasn't fair! Seam's tail wasn't like that, so why did his have to be!?

"CO0cHie COOCHie CO0 YOU LITTLE [[pop goes the weasel!]]~ IT DOESN'T T1CKL3, DOES IT?" The salesman teased. Now that made it worse! Couldn't Spamton just shut up already!? Not that Jevil wasn't having fun, but BOY the clown's fingers were starting to itch for a stuffed tummy.

"YOUOHOU'RE GOHOHONNA BEHEAHEHA SOHOHOREHEHEY!!!" Jevil threatened through his crazy clown belly laughs.

Spamton felt he really didn't need to try too hard to tickle it. The puppet just barely wiggled over it, and the ticklish jester was already in stitches!

Jevil at this moment realized just why Spamton never got the chance to tickle others often...

"ITS TO0 BA D, RE4LLY." Spamton poked the tail with a single finger. "I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT YOU'D HAVE [[prison break!]] BY NOW. GUESS THAT OLD SPAM- SPAMTON G. SPAMTON HAS GOT THE [[number1rated salesman |G1gGleb0x|]] BEAT!"

it was because the dealmaker seemed to make the premise of giving him a wrecking too hard to resist.

Jevil's tail suddenly wrapped around Spamton's hand, the tip of it being placed in it similarly to a phone. Shocked at the sudden change, Spamton froze his tickling and started to stare at the tip in confusion.

Jevil started to catch his breath again, which let him be able to make ringing noises while shaking his tail like a phone ringing off its handle.

"HEHhaHeh... WELL, WELL? .. GONNA ANSWER IT?" Jevil asked, looking behind himself at Spamton, a look of which spamton returned with a nervous one. The puppet looked back towards the 'phone' hesitantly, before putting the receiver to his ear. "H-HELLO?"

"HELLO, HELLO!" Jevil said aloud.

Spamton stuttered.

"WH0 1-1 S THIS?"

"TICKLING DEPARTMENT!"

Spamton's glitching cut out, his tone quiet and anxiously squeaky.

"... t… tickling department?"

All of a sudden, the tail whipped him up, throwing Spamton in the air before catching him in a comfortable snake-like coil. Spamton recovered from the sudden scare, before realizing the situation he was in.

The clown was up and at em', a devilish grin on his face alongside those playfully mischievous eyes. Oh spamton was a GONER! Literally, AND figuratively. Jevil had just been tickled to hell and back.. and still he somehow had a surprising amount of energy left. Spamton's eyes widened, his cheeks increasingly reddening at the playful expression on his friend's face...

"ITS FOR YOU, YOU!~"

-- . .- -. .-- .... .. .-.. .

Seam's ears perked up once again to the sound of laughter. This time it was the glitchy cackling of that sly salesman. Thaaaat was to be expected honestly. The cat's keen ears caught every little noise that came from their playtime. Jevil wasn't one to truly get exhausted from a game so much as bored of playing the same game for too long. Perhaps that's why Spamton was so confident in pushing the joker's buttons. Some of us have to learn the hard way, he supposed.

Seam chuckled to himself, sipping his tea and listening to the chaos in the other room. He missed having a family. They all did... So it only made sense that they stick together.

The sound of crashing and squealing and laughing and utter chaos...

He could certainly get used to this again.

#sfw tickling community #deltaplume #deltarune tickles #UTDR #ler!spamton #lee!jevil #ler!jevil #deltarune #tickle fic #hehehehehee :3c #tickles for the jestie booooy~#but then again... jevil never could stick to one singular game for too long!#tickles #wholesome fic #THESE BOYS ARE GONNA MAKE MY HEART MELT LIKE ICECREAM ON A SUMMERY SUMMER SUNDAY!!#ISTG!!

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My Stray Kids Fanmeet Experience

So i saw skz for the first time in real life the other day (jan 202023 to be exact :p) and i wanna write my whole experience so that i can look back at this in the future cuz my memory is shit 😅

It all started last year 2022 around Nov/Dec when bench announced that they'll have a bench x stray kids fanmeet this Jan 2023 (excite excite) so obv i just HAD to get tickets. ITS STRAY KIDS HELLO?

minor detour for some of that extra context lol:

I got into skz mid to late 2021 and ofc it was felix with his deep ass “cooking like a chef” yt short that sucked me in. From then on i just got hooked into their content and just them in general. Really nice to see a grp thats around my age doing something amazing like what theyre doing now.

Anyway! Back to my fan meet xp

So last yr i saw the announcement and got all majorly excited. At first i was thinking of getting VIP tickets. I was actually willing to spend 8k for a fanmeet and a chance to receive a poster from them. But then i saw the lines in bench and i was like,, hell naw! I aint gonna be putting myself through that. Y’all can wait in line for that imma spend my time elsewhere. So i waited for the promo period to get tickets for lower box instead. This was only 4k with a chance for a bye wave opportunity (no physical up close interaction like shaking hands or anything but at least u get to see them closer up). I was totally fine w this since i spend less and since im not going for what majority (who can afford) want, less ppl to deal with/wait in line for.

Now.. i went through s t r u g g l e just to claim my ticket after buying my stuff from bench. Dont really wanna retype everything since ive already shared w my friends so imma just attach screenshots of my rant

(Screenshots here)

Now, after that whole ordeal, is the new year and i honestly forgot there was a raffle. Also can i just say, thank goodness ate girl (for those that dont know ate is filipino for sister that we use even for non relatives.. kinda like noona/unnie) was kind enough to send me my code that night so i was still able to enter my code for the raffle to win a bye wave opportunity. Cuz if not… i wouldnt have seen skz up close😿

Jan 12 day of the bye wave winners announcement: I checked my email around morning and noon; nothing. So i was like ayt, i didnt win. I’ll still get to see skz tho irl w decent seats.

BUT THEN

when i checked my email again in the evening- actually i didnt purposefully check my mail; i just saw the push notif on my phone. Something like “STRAY KIDS WINNER, congratulations!” and I FREAKED THE FUCK OUT. Like OH MY GOD. OH. MY. GOD!! I WON?!?!??? Suuuper ecstatic. Kept squeeling and shit. I could not even.😶😱🤗😵🥴🫠🤪🤪🤪

After i was able to calm down, I immediately let ate girl know if we could meet up earlier so i can get my receipt back so i can have no trouble on the day of the fanmeet when i claim the raffle. She was nice enough to agree and meet up earlier and it was nice that she seemed happy for my win (she also bought lb tix) kinda regretful i didnt try to be friends w her but im shy so whatever. I just want receipt so i can see the bois😛😁😁😁

Cut to day of fan meet. Wait no- actually.. the week of the fanmeet. The monday of that wk is when i met up w ate gurl to get my receipt. Friday was the fanmeet. In between i was tryna decide my outfit (that i dont have a pic of but whatever. i’ll describe it nalang) which ended up being a kinda loose white tank top with a green plaid long sleeve on top then dark grey/black slim jeans. Add in a couple of accessories ( choker, chains, earrings) and we’re good to go. Oh i also had on my hidden high heel highcut black sneakers (or at least i think theyre sneakers; can never remember fashion shtuff)

In case it wasn’t obvious i was fully planning to go on my own since my friends/cousins said they couldnt (busy or broke) so whatever. BUT THEN my friend, day before the fanmeet- night before actually- was like “ hey! Joke lang im actually going to the meet” so i was like “omg yay!” Not like that exactly but yeah. Same sentiments :p

I asked my friend if we could meet up on fri and she said sure. She’ll just be w her friend who got her the ticket.

Now! We can finally cut to the day of the fanmeet. Claiming for raffle winners are from 10am-2pm then theres an orientation @3pm so i went to moa around 12-1230, got my photo cards (chan, leeknow, & hyunjin) and the wristband showing me as a bye wave winner. Went around moa, had lunch in jollibee, waited around in my car for my friend to arrive around 4, 5pm. Ate again in ikea resto then we finally went to the venue.

While lining up we made friends w another stay who gave out some freebies (ngl i forgot her name🥲) she was sweet. I was kinda stupid and decided to split up from my friend (cuz there 2 lines and the one i went to was shorter but my friend didnt follow so 🙃☹️) so i ended lining up alone when i told her that i wanted to meet up so i wouldnt line up alone lol. Anyway, i got inside moa arena went to my seat in lb 221 and got ready for the fanmeet.

The fanmeet started around 7pm (tho gates opened at 5) it wasnt fully packed inside but there were still a LOT of Stay that attended. Tho i think gen ad was fully packed.

Honestly everything happened so fast that if i didnt take videos and didnt see the vids that others have posted online, i woulda forgotten everything but i know i enjoyed every minute of it😁

So first off skz opened w God’s Menu then the host, Sam Oh (who i know of because she used to be on radio and i loved listening to her shows then), introduced them and on the programme went.

The kids played some jenga w missions, whisper challenge, dance replay challange, domino challange, paint a shirt that was raffled out to the audience) call w a fan(that didnt work out cuz of cell service issues) also i didnt quite get that WE had to call the numbers of the phones in front of the skz members so i didnt really try until it was too late. One fan was able to connect tho but it didnt really work out too well. Im glossing over these and might have mentioned them in the wrong order but thats because there are tons of vids out there about these so i won’t go into detail.

At the end of the fan meet skz performed Case 143 and we moved on to the giving out of signed posters THEN my long anticipated bye wave opportunity. So while the poster receivers were getting ready so were the bye wavers. There was an usher of sorts holding a sign for us to recognize and follow to the exit. The staff told us that no pics/vid was allowed😕 sucks but i was planning to sneak a vid if possible. Others also tried im sure of it. I was 15/200 in line. Unfortunately because i was so close to the front and they were ushering us to the stage pretty fast, i couldnt set up my phone to video on time. No matter tho. There was a barrier that was too high for the phone in my front jean pocket to even capture anything so it wouldve failed anyway.

Going up the stage felt so rushed even tho the videos showed that we werent even walking that fast. But it felt so fast that i couldnt even tell you what order the kids were in when i was waving bye to them. Thank god for other Stays tho so imma put their line up here so i can recall my experience better

They were grouped by twos behind some barriers that looked like kiosk stands from left to right (tho we entered right and left the stage left) it went

Chan - Lee Know | Changbin - Hyunjin | Han - Felix | Seungmun - I.N.

We were like 5ft away from them kandhaksbskabxj

Ok so first i saw was IN and i gotta be honest i cant remember the experience 😭😭 id like to say we made brief eye contact but im not sure. I think i saw that he was looking at the ones behind me so i moved my eyes to Seungmin. Again i cant remember anymore so idek what actually happened here

Now Seungmin, bb, i swear we made eye contact and i think i shocked him with my hair cause his eyes widened and mouth opened wider while looking at me aidbsidbdlaj. Context: i have a shaved head. Tho im in the middle of growing it out. My last shave was mid Dec last yr so my hair at this point is about an inch to an inch and a half

Lemme just insert here that i COULD NOT stop smiling

Next was Felix and oh. my. GOODNESS GRACIOUS!!!!! We made the looongest eye contact ever!!! wodbsisbdb SWEAR!! At least 2 seconds! It was glorious~ And his face was just so beautiful and his smile was angelic and he may not be my bias but he lives rent free mehn. Rent. Free. Period.

Ayt so Han. My bb, my bias. I feel so bad cause i think i got so caught up w looking at felix ( making fucken 2 second eye contact) that i think Han saw me not looking at him so he went on to say bye to the ones behind me already😖😣😔😢😭 tho i did try to catch his eyes but no such luck cause i had to keep moving

Moving on, it was Hyunjin. Very brief, my encounter with him. Again i think i spent too long looking at Felix that it just pushed back the rest to skip over me causing me to miss meeting eyes with the rest. But Hyunjin 👌 also he be the tallest of the grp

Same thing with Changbin tho i really did try my best to look at them whenever they were more or less directly in front of me. The size of this man tho! Batak! So buff 💪 i just wanna feel… all of it👀 in a non sexual way ofc😶 unless? 😏 jk (or am i🤔)

Anyway!

Lee Know is so pretty like wtf . But again he was already looking at those behind me😞 and i had to keep the line moving so.. sad=me Lee Know is my bias wrecker pa naman🫤 i really love his relationship w Han whether its just friends or whatever it is I just love seeing the interactions. (Ngl tho,, the fan edits of minsung that i see Stay post? Mmm is something alright)

Bang fucken Chan DOE! Maybe cuz he’s last idk. But he made it a point to look at me in the eyes😍🥰 made me soo happy~ and his smile! And dimples! My gosh he’s just adorable☺️😊🫠🫠🤭 i just wanna be your friend man. Actually i just wanna be friends with all 8 of them bdkajxhak

Moving on.

After all this we were ushered out of the arena and I decided to loiter a bit outside before i went back to my car. Fangirled like crazy. Then promptly went back to the hotel. I fangirled again when i saw my cousins at the hotel roofdeck cuz i couldnt just keep this in mehn i had to let it out and share my joy.

Later in the night i found out that skz stayed a bit longer to jam w the crowd while Doodle was playing. Kinda jealous but i got to see them up close so im content for now.

The upcoming concert in March tho.. i NEED to get sound check and vip tix. I just gotta💪 heres to me, hopin’ i get the tickets i want🤞🤞

#skz #stray kids #bench fanmeet #personal experience #i wouldve fixed my typos but thats not who i am lol #i think i did ok anyways #stray kids everywhere all around the world you make stray kids stay #stray kids bench fanmeet #stray kids fanmeet #idk y i bothered to tag this i dont actually want ppl to read👀#insert keyboard smash here #nvm ill do it myself #landjajdna #oki bye #this is my longest post ever i think

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berryunho · 2 years

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🍓 anon is back online for the weekly update oh yeah JENFENF

First of all 😭 YOU HAVE 7 SIBLINGS???/?:?/ 😭😭😭 LITERALLY HOW DO YOU HAVE ANY PRIVACY LMAO I PRAY FOR YOU BRO IT MUSTVE BEEN ROUGH- unless they’re chill ppl in which case you got v lucky lolol

Ironically enough I just cannot talk about myself to other people like if you ask me “what 3 words best describe you?”… nah… I’d be sitting there for the whole period just thinking about 3 words 😭 it’s just kind of embarrassing to talk abt myself to other people in such an inorganic way yk? And esp abt my hobbies like omg I cannot say that I like kpop in front of so many ppl 💀

But yeah I already have a mini group presentation due this week and it’s supposed to be a maximum of 10 minutes long which I’m either going to max out or go severely under 💀

Luckily though I have a mini vacation at the end of the month so it’s the only other thing I’m looking forward to! (Other than getting paid lol)

ALSO IM QUITTING MY JOB LMAOOOOO so I have to find a new one before I hand in my 2 weeks 🥳🥳 let’s hope I get a call back from my applications 😭🙏

And YAS Mightychondria anon 🤝 Lauren 🤝 🍓 anon best pen pals haha! I like our long little talks and hearing abt your guys’ struggles as well cause I’m acTUALLY ALSO PRETTY FAR AWAY FROM THE VENUE BY A GOOD 4-5 DRIVE 😭 I have to figure out what time to leave so I can get there in time for the soundcheck 😵‍💫 I hope you can make it out of your exam though it would honestly suck so hard if you had to stay there instead of seeing *THE* 4th gen performers AHHHHH SHAKING THINKING ABT IT HAHA

But for my major… maybe wanna guess what my major is?🫣 I kinda wanna see what vibes I give of too lolol 🥸

That’s it for this week!

- Love, 🍓 anon

hehe hi hello welcome !

okay so TECHNICALLY i have 7 siblings but my 3 older step sisters i have never lived with and my 3 younger half siblings ive never even met (i am estranged from my bio dad LOL) (for the better so idc) so really i only grew up w one sibling 😭😭

i totally get it though like ice breakers are just so... awkward and no one likes doing them so idk why they're necessary 😭 i gotta say atp im not embarrassed to tell people im a kpop stan anymore bc like. thats just me. but i AM embarrassed when people CLOCK ME as a kpop stan. like idk why but it is so mortifying when someone can just look at you and be like 'youre a kpop stan arent you' LIKE ????? im literally ~alternative~ too so it makes it worse KFLJDSL:JFK

i have a group presentation this week too... sick i hate presentations 😭 BUT AKDJFL;ASKD YAY QUITTING YOUR JOB!!! im sure you'll get an offer heck yeah !!! hopefully something better than your current job ... hehe

ALKJFLAKSJDF no bc tell me why my friend that im going to that concert with and i JUST realized hamilton is a solid hour drive from toronto. blink blink blink. she lives in calgary and is flying in and obvs im american so im flying in too (though im significantly closer to toronto than she is lol) so now we have to figure out howww we're scooting down to hamilton THAT FRIDAY MORNING but ... haha ... im sure itll work out ... BUT AKSLDJFLKASJD wow we all really are travelling far 😭😭😭 ugh yes hopefully everything works out for mightychondria anon im so KLJFDKLJFSDK for them 😭😭

but... hmmm.... as for your major... i feel liberal arts... w no basis i see you being a fine arts major or a psychology major or a statistics major... those are 3 very different things but i feel them KFJDSLFKJSLKD pls let me know the closest one (or the real answer hehe)

have a good rest of your week!! almost halfway there!! :]

#🍓 anon #answered

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hi hello so i know this isn’t about carolyn but im rewatching ke and i wanted to know what your thoughts are on Kenny cuz to me he’s so precious i love him and i hate the way everyone pushed him around yk

oh thats ok man !

sorry if this is a bit delayed though ;v;;

honestly my thoughts on kenny are. quite complex, as i have a lot of emotional attachment not only to him but also his overall family and the neurodivergent depictions of the presented three (3)

kenny was a character that, at the time where i first knew of this show, (probably like. two (2) years ago) i quickly came to take a liking to for the simple factor of relatability, as well as the charismatic aspects of him that in season 1 completely lacked in carolyn herself - as they are very much alike, but for my "younger" mind i chose to stick around to a character where i knew the emotional corruption would simply not be as heavy as with someone as cold and stoic as her, no matter how infatuated i was already since that one "do you want anything from the store" line of hers.

he gave me such a sudden and impactful confort, that although came crushing down with this biting and harsh realization of the mutual understanding over not understanding our surroundings and acting the way we do, everything that i hated about myself, every little aspect of awkwardness and those who i considered negative ive found to be entertaining and nice on him - an unraveling of neurodivergent thinking that was not bad or treated with disgust, but with actual nuance and reality.

i quickly fell in love, of course (platonically)

he was my comfort character, my blorbo, the one who i could talk about and know every inch of complexity to such a degree because finally i had found a character who i could truly understand with my own mind. and the feeling that brought up to me and my brain was so exciting, like a sudden burst of happiness and relief in midst of all the personal chaos ive been going through on that very year i came to discover the show

he was. so genuinely nice and capable

he was just like me, and he was still treated as much of an important character to the narrative - as far as his role went - as any other one. that feeling of relief is something ill never be able to take off my system

it was overwhelming, i cried many times, but truly after i came to sort myself through i realized how lucky i was to meet him in such an specific period of time where i dealt with so much self-hate and doubt over my own identity and "bad" neurodivergent traits

i cant say much over how his character truly came to be constructed, if it was well done narrative-wise or not, because through such rose-tinted glasses my brain comes short on rational thinking before events from season3

but i will say that, although his time was rather ill spent through certain moments thay would have been more crucial for his development if the thought of keeping him on further into this show was already as a main possibility, he still came to entertain me like no other character within this show (aside from carolyn, of course, which is a much deeper hole, and another whole deal when it comes to how im attached to her in a manner that relates to the neurodivergency represented within this specific character)

i was sad when he died, cried more than one (1) time about that for sure, but at this point came to realize that a certain detachment was what i needed the most regarding the show, so the entire process of "grieving" wasnt something i chose to actually pursue

in my mind its all but a fictional piece of media, where characters that impact my life simply come and go with no actual importance beyond the usual "i will miss them" lines we all throw - with no actual strings attached, really ^^" -, but this show and most specifically kenny are still so very much an important part of me and my life.

may whatever poor and miserable plot be offered, i would still watch his character development and growth if the state of mind and personality were still kept the same

it was nice to know someone like me on such a mainstream show, and i would never choose to abandon that kind of concept, no matter what else is presented to be negative

(though, to cases like of racism within ke's production ill still very much talk about it)

#asks #sorry if that wasnt what you expected #i got kind of lost in the middle of it all #but i still hope its a comment you can like. take something interesting out of

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hello its the him tortons worker, back at it again. ive decided im never closing a holiday ever again.

so. its july first. the day that i refuse to willing celebrate ever again. so, my restaurant has probably the lowest ratings in the province, first of all. we suck, period, so many one star reviews on google, and while usually id be a little hesitant to call a fast food place like. Bad, because obviously its not gonna be good, but even by most standards, its bad.

so, yeah. july first. now, theres always two people closing for the last two hours, which is normal, and on literally any normal day, is fine! (not really we are so understaffed.) but, you see, its a holiday. and there were fireworks tonight, about an hour after we closed. so, you know, people want to come get food! problem: we cannot make enough food, and even if we did, it would 'expire' (cough cough) and get tossed. so, you know. two lanes open, five cars in each lane, starting at about 9-9:30, not including customers in the front. so. you know were busy. the problem is that people expect us to, you know, be fast, and stuff. because its 'fast food' or whatever. THERE ARE TWO PEOPLE WORKING. WE ARE NOT FAST. WE CANNOT MAKE YOU A SANDWICH, PLEASE GO AWAY.

someone tried to order a bunch of grilled cheeses on the mobile app, and got like super mad because we cant refund him because he payed through the app!! i had to send him to my supervisor to handle him because there were still four people behind him and i had orders to make and take there was so much stuff to do!!!!!!

even on a bad night, we usually get out at 10:45ish (supposed to be 10:30 but im slow because ive been working for like a month what do you want me to je sonic??) but, see. im slow, and the supervisor im working with just got back from being retired for like. a year. there is no way to say this that doesnt sound discriminatory so i apologize in advance. ma'am. we work. in a FAST food chain. people kept honking at us and i couldnt take their orders (handling the front counter, u know) and i understand she hasnt worked in like at least a year but please! try! to keep! the flow! of! the drive thru! driving! please! oh! my god! stop! making! one order! at a time! ask me to help! i am here to help!

anyways moral of the story im never working a holiday closing shift unless they start giving us one more closing person, because i swear, two people CANNOT run this whole establishment efficiently, and it is like. a serious issue.

#submissions #fuck customers #cashier problems #happy ending #fuck retail #fuck managers

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for anyone curious, my newest book is about the Salem Witch Trials! it’s at the point of view of Mary Warren and how she went through trials, ultimately ending in her downward spiral into madness as the trials deteriorate her mental health. it’s called Servant of Evil.

here’s the first segment of the first chapter!

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She was gathering crops the first day she caught wind of the hysteria.

It was late January and sunny, the last warm day in what would soon feel like forever. The sickle in her hand was wickedly sharp and gleaming in pale yellow light, and the stalks of the corn she was cutting away were rough and sharp beneath calloused fingers. Already, the skin on her hands was shredded, oozing ruby droplets of blood and staining bright green stems. Her legs ached from crouching in the dirt, muscles locked up and tense. Somewhere beyond the pillars of corn stretched out before her, she could hear her master’s children talking in high-pitched voices, dogs barking, and horses neighing. Even closer than that, however, she could hear heavy footsteps tramping through the field, and she knew the owner of this land would not enjoy such galumphing through his crops. But she also knew that the one who appeared through the stalks wouldn’t care much for the fiery point of John Proctor’s scorn.

“Something weirdish is going on in Salem.”

Without looking up, Mary Warren answered the unexpected visitor, “Something is always going on in Salem.”

That much was true, at least right now. Salem was a town of rich trade and sea salt, characterized by a sparkling harbor that was bested only by Boston’s and a habit of fighting with itself. For years, Salem had been split between two forces: the nobles up in Salem Town and the farmers down in Salem Village. The two territories were never not fighting with each other; they were always mad about something the other did, and it was easy to lose track of who hated who and for what reason. Salem Village didn’t like the control Salem Town held over it, while Salem Town was annoyed by Salem Village thinking it was its own settlement, but they all detested the British church, which was mutual. Salem Town often pulled men from Salem Village to be a part of the national guard, which made Salem Village nervous because then they would have nobody to protect them, and Indian attacks were a regular fear throughout the civilization. Aside from its harbor, the other thing Salem had to owe to its popularity was its unfortunate position in front of frequent ambushes. And if it didn’t suffer ambushes first-hand, then it suffered ambushes through the survivors of such raids, many of which populated the city and would soon help with the grisly events that turned the community over on its head.

But the only other thing Salem Village and Salem Town could agree on was that the Indians were an issue. Unfortunately, that was where agreements ended and arguments began- Salem Town wanted more men to train, promising protection; Salem Village refusing, saying they knew how Salem Town lied, and if they didn’t, then they only saved them because of their bountiful trade and not because they were their people. It wouldn’t be long until the yelling broke out, testaments from the Bible were quoted, and grown men argued like two children fighting over who was their parents’ favorite kid.

However, Salem as a whole had fallen silent recently. Things were peaceful. It was as though a grace period were opening up before them all--or, perhaps, it was actually ending.

Except for right now, in the Proctor corn field, of course. Because her visitor would only bring silence if she were dead, and she had proved to be too slippery for death’s fingers three times over after surviving several Indian attacks throughout her young life.

“This is different.”

Wiping a sagging green sleeve over her damp brow, Mary looked up and squinted through sweat and sun to look at none other than the Putnam’s maid, Mercy Lewis.

Mercy was a fine example of everything the Puritans didn’t want. Despite her name’s sake, she was stubborn, brash, and spitfire, though she was smart enough to never act in such a way in front of the church. And she was, indeed, smart. She was more clever than a fox, easily outwitting several situations despite the minimal education women had in their lifetime. The only thing she was merciful to was her younger cousin, Ann Putnam Jr. Her parents were better off naming her Big, Loud, and Vulgar.

Mercy was nineteen-years-old, two years older than Mary, and built like a small bear. She was short, compact, and sinewy, her muscles and joints well-honed from rough maid work. Her temper was black and her teeth were sharp. Her curly dark brown hair was tucked up in her blindingly white bonnet, and she was dressed in a nondescript dress of purple. Storm cloud grey eyes bore down on Mary with bright amusement.

The two of them met three years ago in Elizabeth Proctor’s tavern. Mary had been struggling to wipe away a sticky stain on one of the tables; Mercy was looking for fresh meat. They both were in the right place at the right time.

Mary hadn’t heard her come in. It was as though the shadows of the tavern itself had unfolded the sixteen-year-old before her because she was suddenly there, towering over the front of the table, and Mary ended up spilling the bowl of soapy water she was using all over herself upon noticing her.

“My, are you jumpy,” the strange girl had observed, peering over the edge of the table. She didn’t offer Mary her help or even an apology. Mary didn’t ask for one. “Were your parents murdered by savages, too?”

“What?”

“Ooo, no, then. Got it.”

Mary blinked up at her for a moment, then carefully got up out of the sudsy puddle and retrieved a dry rag to clean up the newest mess. The entire time, the strange girl watched her as she dripped droplets and beads of white soap from the bottom of her old lavender dress.

“Can I help you?” Mary asked as she got back down on her hands and knees to clean the floor.

“Oh, no,” the strange girl answered. “I just came to say hello. Introduce myself. You work for the Proctor’s, yeah?”

“Yes,” Mary nodded.

“Interesting, interesting. I work for the Putnam’s. Thomas is my cousin, actually.”

Mary nodded again. She looked back down at the puddle, trying to focus on that. The girl didn’t move.

“Mercy.”

Mary looked back up again. She blinked. The strange girl blinked back. Was this a game?

“Pity.”

The girl stared at her for a moment, then burst into loud laughter that seemed to shake the walls. Mary was startled; she had never heard anyone laugh so hard in her entire life. Especially in a town as strict as Sakem.

“No, that’s my name,” the girl said after calming down. “My name is Mercy. Mercy Lewis.”

“Oh,” Mary’s ears heated up. “Right. Your parents were feeling pretty creative, weren’t they?”

Another bout of laughter. “Yes. Yes, they were.” She squinted at her. “And you are?”

“Mary. Mary Warren.”

“Well, Mary ‘Pity’ Warren, I think we are going to be very good friends.”

And she was right.

Mercy, as menacing as she could be, made life in Salem a lot more bearable, especially when Proctor’s whip frequently began lapping at Mary’s bare back. Together, they formed a cohort of sorts, sneaking away into the woods with other village girls, hiding away from the Lord’s watchful eyes to discuss the most sinful of things.

And today, Mercy wanted to carry on with their long-running traditions.

“Different in what way?” Mary asked.

Mercy rolled her eyes. She kicked a cloud of dust at Mary, and Mary sputtered, nearly falling backwards into the corn.

“Different-different,” Mercy answered. “Something is wrong with Abigail. Betty, too, I hear. We’re gonna go up to the Reverend’s house and see them. They’re ill, you know?”

“No,” Mary shook her head. “Mister Proctor didn’t tell me anything. They’re sick?”

“Yeah. Real sick. Ain’t wakin’ up. The Reverend has been throwin’ a huge fit over them.” Mercy explained, “I’m surprised you never heard him howlin’!” Then, doing a horrible imitation of Reverend Samuel Parris’s voice, she wailed, “Oh Betty, Betty! Wake, my sweet daughter! Wake! Why won’t you wake?!”

She clung to Mary’s arm dramatically. “God! God! Why have you forsaken me?! What have you struck my little girls with?!”

Mary couldn’t help but giggle softly. Still, her mind was made up on the whole ordeal.

“Tell them my pardons and prayers,” she said, grabbing the fallen sickle. “My master said I gotta tend to the crops. Then I can go to town. But I am not spendin’ my free time meddlin’ in someone else’s affairs.”

Mercy groaned loudly and snatched the sickle away from Mary, making her yelp.

“Live a little, will ya? Let’s go see poor Abby and Betty!” Mercy urged. “To Hell with your master right now. You can’t let him lead you around by a leash all the time. Deal with the consequences later. Let’s go!”

Mary stared into the older girl’s eyes and then sighed, giving in. She stood up- Mercy was taller than her, as she always had been. “Lead on, Mercy.”

Mercy brightened.

Together, the two of them snuck out of the Proctor property, careful as to not get caught by one of the many children roaming the plantation.

Technically, the Proctor’s had eighteen children, though four were dead and eleven were brought forth by two different women, both of which had also passed over the seasons. The only living child of John Proctor’s first wife, Martha Giddens, was Benjamin, a tall, lanky man who could never seem to grow a beard, yet had hair down to his shoulders. He was thirty-three and didn’t talk to Mary very often, but when he did, he greatly critiqued her work in the field. That farm was his pride and joy, and it was a challenge to not roll her eyes when he would go on about the importance of their crops and proper plant care.

Elizabeth II was the second oldest at twenty-nine, and helped Elizabeth Proctor run the tavern with her other siblings: Martha IV, twenty-six (the first two Martha’s had died when they were both infants, along with the woman they were named after); Mary II, twenty-five; John II, twenty-four; Mary III, twenty-three; and Thorndike, twenty. Why Proctor decided to have TWO daughters named Mary was beyond Mary herself, but it wasn’t uncommon for things to become confusing when their name was shouted for whatever reason.

Elizabeth Proctor’s children stayed on the farm, helping clean and take care of the livestock: William, eighteen; Sarah fifteen; Samuel, seven; Elisha, five; Abigail, three; and Joseph, one. Mercy often made jokes that Elizabeth had obviously been the one to name the kids, as they were actually creative and not repeating several times over.

But with so many watchmen on the property, Mary was surprised about how easy it was to slip away unseen.

The road was loose and crunched loudly beneath their footfalls. Mercy kept kicking a rock, and Mary watched it bounce across the ground.

“So, what’s wrong with Betty and Abby?” Mary asked.

Mercy smirked widely.

“There be witches about, Mary.”

#servant of evil #lizzie’s dumb book #my writing #original story #salem witch trials #mary warren #mercy lewis

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s Daughter (The Aftermath)

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

warnings:

a/n: y/n is about 17 or 18; i cried while writing this. sorry this is really long!!! pls forgive me 🥺

prompt: takes place from a3 to smffh

The Early Years (1) The Teenage Years (2) The Intense Years (3) Continued (5)

let’s start on a happy note! ahahah

so for a while, earth was calm

you, pepper, and tony got to be a family for a while

wedding planning!

of course you got to try the ben&jerry’s ice cream named after your dad: Stark Raving Hazelnuts

“it’s not fair that you got ice cream named after you and i didn’t”

“well, when you grow up to be as awesome as me, maybe you’ll get your own ice cream flavor”

developing nanotech suits together for a Bonding Experience(tm)

speechless after the first test

“dad, this is...”

“the coolest thing to ever exist?”

“yes!!”

yall ready for some shit?

the day that ebony maw invaded was pretty—what’s the word? interesting? no. well, yes, but...HORRIBLE.

it all started when you got the call from your dad

“y/n, incoming call from ‘big fat meanie’”

“god, i really have to change that. okay, JOSHIE, answer it. hey, dad? what’s up?”

“hey, kid! you know that weird ass building on bleecker street? how fast can you get here?”

“JOSH can you track FRIDAY really quick? lets see how far dad is...uh, okay, be there in five, see ya”

taking your suit for a spin and realizing how GREAT it was to be able to basically fold up your suit and put it in your back pocket

knocking on the door and it opened on its own, it was kinda cool

“is this a museum? cool.”

bruce turning around to see you after about three years and giving you an awkward smile and a wave while you stood frozen around the wizard-guys

“y/n, god, you’ve grown up!”

charging into him for a long overdue hug

“you don’t know how much i missed you. it’s been chaotic without you”

“i can...i can only imagine”

a debriefing on the situation you were about to face, and bonus! having to play the catch-up game with bruce

“just call him, dad. we need as much help as we can. steve will understand”

rushing outside to face off with some ugly-ass aliens

“oh nooo, it’s roger smith from american dad”

bruce: 👀, stephen: 👀, wong: 👀, tony: 👏👏🥰 that’s my girl

simultaneous nanosuit unveiling

“you ready for this one, pops?”

“of course! ive waited years to kick some more alien ass”

montage of you and tony getting your asses beat together (as a family <3)

peter showing up

“give me one good reason why i shouldn’t send you back to that school bus”

“because i’m good company?”

“whatever, just listen to whatever dad has to say, i forfeit my responsibilities over you”

pew pew, repulsors, pew, tiny rockets! fun! action! destroying new york again and again. good times...

until JOSHUA gave you notice that your dad was flying high

“call him. now.”

“hey! how’s it going down there?”

“dad, you know how i feel about you and space”

“i know, i know. i just...i gotta take care of this. keep pepper safe for your old man, okay?”

“i lo—l—ve y—”

“y/n? y/n?! i love you! shit!”

“we lost connection with her, sir”

trying to call peter

“call failed, y/n. should i try again?”

“i’m gonna kill them...”

walking through the rubble to find bruce, the only sensible man you know

taking him to the avengers compound asap to get to rhodey and figure out what comes next

meanwhile, tony was dealing with space and another teenager

and worrying a lot about leaving you on earth

“i mean, mr. stark, y/n’s one of the most capable people i know. she’s probably trying to fix this whole mess as we speak”

“i didn’t get to tell her i love her”

“oh...”

having a lovely meeting with thaddeus ross with rhodey, having a lovely time watching them passive-aggresively argue until your former teammates arrived

having to patiently (and professionally) wait for ross to hang up before running into them for a hug

“holy shit, you guys have no idea how bad i’ve wanted to see you. it sucks not being all together anymore”

“i know, y/n. we’ve all missed you.” -cap

“a lot” -nat added

bruce’s little entrance that was sure to bring some awkwardness

you, secretly freaking out about your dad

sam was the one that found you crying after you “stepped out” for a few minutes too long

“oh, y/n,” he was contemplating grabbing someone else to step in, but decided to sit next to you in the hallway, “i’m sorry, kiddo. i can’t promise you anything, but your dad is a fighter. a big pain in the ass. i think your odds are good”

laughing through your tears

“yeah, you’re right. thanks, sammy”

he gave you a little hug while you calmed down

getting to business, the ass-kicking kind

as the wise natasha romanoff once said to your father, you were being “uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal”

your mind did this funny thing...wandered into places it really should not go

the talk about sacrificing vision led to wakanda, where you had a swell time patrolling

“guys! we’ve got incoming. a lot of incoming”

well-deserved uncle/niece team up. who wouldve thought?

you would have nightmares about these aliens for years to come

“you get to die, and you get to die! everybody gets to die!”

“y/n, what did we talk about?” -rhodey

“using humor as a defense mechanism makes the team uncomfortable...”

covering the girls 😌 because we gotta have those all-girl teamups, uh-huh?

some more blasting

thor made his comeback and you just could not miss it

“hi, thor!”

you landed next to him and your helmet receded

“well, hello, miss y/n! good to see you again! my, you got taller...oh! meet my friends: rabbit and tree”

having a “what the actual fuck” moment upon seeing thanos for the first time

and flying at him from behind with a massive nanotech blade ready to kill this purple bastard

but he grabbed your arm and flung you into the dirt, that was gonna leave a mark

“i just had to make a suit when i was ten...no one stopped me, huh? i couldn’t be elon’s kid, he was a nice guy”

watching thanos snap his fingers and looking around to see dust floating through the air and thanos retreat

“rhodey? uncle rhodey?!”

“i’m right here, kid, don’t worry”

he grabbed your hand while you were dusting

“tell my dad i love him, promise?”

fading away and leaving rhodey with your last words

he was mad before anything else

all he could think about was a promise your dad made him take years back

“rhodey, you keep my daughter safe no matter what, promise?”

the avengers recooperating at the compound, waiting to figure out whether any of the space-crew survived

they had to let pepper know that you didn’t make it, she was a mess upon hearing that news

tony finally making his way back to earth

and stumbling out of that ship

“where’s y/n? where is she?!”

“tony, tony, calm down”

“dont tell me to calm down! where is my daughter?!”

“she made me promise to tell you thay she loves you”

tony knew the answer by now, he lost his mind over your death

it didn’t feel right not having you by his side, for the past 18 years you’ve been with him

after a long period of recovery, tony and pepper moved on, got married, built a home, had a new daughter...

tony made sure there was a spare room for you

he put all the things you left behind in it

there were so many photos of you in the house

and he’d show your sister, morgan, all of them. he wanted morgan to know her sister

“that’s y/n when she built her first robot. it snuck up on me a few times. it went ‘boo!’”

morgan loved the stories about you, but she didn’t understand why she couldn’t see you

“when do i get to meet her?”

“uh...maybe someday, sweetie”

after being unbothered for almost 5 years, the remaining avengers came back with a plan that was so tempting, he just wanted his little girl back

cracking under pressure and telling pepper that he couldn’t ignore this mission because it was his chance to get you back

“get her back, tony”

“you think so?”

“i miss her, too.”

and so it began, he made it his mission to get you back

peeking at the wallet picture of you on his shoulders when you were so little

tony travelling to 2012; loki’s invasion

and there you were, the sassy genius 12 year old that he missed so much

“we’ve got this, tony, we’ll bring her home” -scott

and then things went badly and also 2012 tony went into cardiac arrest and 2012 y/n dove onto the floor to tend to him

“dad? give us some room, would you?!”

2023 tony smiling at how much he missed you worrying about him and how reckless he was

but also...the mission kinda went bad so that sucked

push it a bit farther back and now tony was with grandpa stark! asking how to be a dad and all that!

he could barely stand still waiting for you to come back to him, god he missed you more than he thought

and after a bit of hard work, it was time to snap

just like that, you were back in wakanda, puzzled by the gap in time before one of dr. strange’s portals opened in front of you

and then you were in the ruins of the avengers compound

“JOSHUA, can you locate my dad?”

“i think you’ll be able to see him”

“wow, i cant believe i programmed your cocky artificial ass”

“i think you can”

seeing your dad flying high and patching into the comms

“miss me, old man?”

and then he hit the gas to get to you and when this man hugged you, you almost couldn’t let go

“i’m so sorry, y/n. god, i’m sorry. these last five years...i was so lost without you”

“it’s okay, dad, i’m here now”

getting shot at during your reunion

“son of a bitch...we’re having a family moment here, asshole!”

yes, im gonna say it again. of course i am! and.........father/daugher team-up

the last one

“peter, is that you? you asshole! i cant believe you went to space without me!”

“missed you too!”

rhodey!! cant forget about uncle rhodey!!

“you gave my dad the message, right?”

“it was your dying wish, of course i did!”

“great. don’t forget i love you, too, rhodey!”

“couldn’t let me forget it”

lest we forget that pepper joined the fight?

plot twist: (step)mother/daughter team-up

mother/father/daugher team up!!!! ultimate stark machine!!!!!!!

and then you left him alone for 5 minutes and he’s got the infinity stones and you know it’s the last time you’re going to see him and you cant decide what your next move is and you’re just frozen and you cant catch your breath and he snaps and your heart plummets

you have to rush to his side, the last time you can sit beside his tired body and let him know that its going to be okay

“hey dad, it’s okay, we’re gonna be fine. thank you for everything”

peter grabbing your hand as you both sobbed next to your dad, feeling robbed of your time with him

pepper brought you home where she told you all about the five years you missed

both of you just cried harder than you’ve ever cried before

“so i have a sister?”

morgan was so happy to meet you, she couldn’t contain herself, practically latched onto you

and she didn’t fully understand what happened to tony

you saw your new room for the first time and didn’t leave it for a while, occasionally pepper or morgan would pop in

morgan actually crawled into bed with you a few times

the funeral was one of the worst days of your life

the remnants of your young life pulled back together for one day

then you hid back in your room before you heard a knock

“who is it?”

“it’s happy”

“come in”

“hey, kiddo. me and morgan are gonna get some cheeseburgers, you wanna come?”

she really was a stark

after a long hibernation, you started to get back into the groove of your old life

but the press was brutal and harsh, you were bombarded with questions regarding your dad

it took everything not to explode on camera

you stayed in contact with the rest of the avengers, mourning your dead, keeping the support system, staying a family

it was all you could get...for now

#tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark #iron man x daughter!reader #iron man imagine #iron man x reader #iron man #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers

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kachinnate · 3 years

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,,,,okay i know i just said i wasn’t going to talk about the deh movie but actually yeah imma talk about it for just a sec bc y’all actually make me legitimately distressed sajkfndsmjkgds

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLQ_A0H1otc i dont have the braincells to do a shot by shot analysis right now but here’s what we’re lookin at

under a readmore because ghhhhhhh

firstly, let me lead with this: yes, from what we know, there’s a lot of things wrong with this movie.

the worst, in my humble opinion, being the bts treatment of the (very few) actors of color, and the lack altogether of any production team members of color. that’s something that should be acknowledged, talked about, and fucking dug into especially at the current fucking period of time we’re living in. it’s unsurprising, but disgusting nonetheless, and it set this movie up for failure from the very beginning. i’m a white person so by no means so i feel inclined or like i have any authority in saying what one should feel wrt all of that, however i will say if there’s to be a boycott in not watching this movie, that should 100% be the reason why. it’s fully poc’s choice whether or not to forgive the production team or give this movie a chance for the irredeemable shit it did in regards to handling the movie’s production. the movie imo definitely doesn’t deserve their forgiveness, but again, that is not for me to say.

there’s some little things too that i can’t fully think of off the top of my head - like, the whole making larry connor’s stepdad thing fucking irks me, for example, but, like...... listen.

if you know me like at all, you know my favorite word is nuance.

so, i’m going to say it outright: the way you people are approaching this three minute trailer shows literally.... none?? no nuance ??? is it no-nuance november over here or ???? like i’m begging you i’m BEGGING YOU to put aside your pre-determined prejudices against this movie and like stop pretending to be a renowned film critic for ten seconds because it’s really not as outright fucking abysmal as you are saying!! and also it’s possible to have opinions that aren’t completely fucking polarized to one side because guess what, the deh movie? a piece of media! what is the shit y’all are constantly preaching about having the ability to consume media critically ? because you’re trying to cancel a fucking trailer based on the contents of the trailer alone !!!!! hello !!!!!!!!

media is bound to be problematic. if y’all were as quick to judge any movie as you did this one, guess what you wouldn’t be watching any movies like ever <3

anyway lets get into the parts that are probably going to get me cancelled lmao

ben platt - listen. LISTEN. listen i know he’s too old to be reprising evan we ALL know he’s too old to be reprising evan i’ve heard this same argument since the announcement was made we get it we all know. haha he’s a grandpa yes bestie ur so right ur so funny wow. i do agree that we should’ve maybe had a not-ben-platt evan moment but here’s some things to keep in mind: the arguments of “oooh ABF is right there !!!!!!” 1. who’s to say he was available? 2. the environment of a movie is so, SO much different than that of a musical -- as much as you wanna pretend you know everything from just a trailer, there’s no way of knowing what scenes were added that might’ve made the movie like.. idk possibly more intense story-wise not even COUNTING the fact that just inherently a movie set is different than a musical one? like yes ben platt might be just being used as a device but that’s probably not the sole and only reason. Also, if i see One (1) more comment about his FUCKING HAIR 😃 first of all it’s not that deep like... if you’re so distracted by an actor having their hair different that’s on you, but going as far as to call it bad or distracting or being like Vehemently a way about it? y’all i know it’s most likely not your intention but that is literally just ben platt’s natural fuckin ETHNICALLY JEWISH hair sajknfgkjds!!!! i’m not the first to make this point, but like dsjnfkjdsg!??! y’all are being so mean about it and for WHAT? again, maybe not intentional, but it reads as like high key Very antisemetic and you should.... maybe not 😳 be that way

connor. the thing about a trailer is that they don’t show you all the scenes because they want you to come see the movie. right? can we agree on that? all the connor scenes in the trailer had SEVERAL hard cuts, omitting a lot of the scene -- like the computer lab scene! we see the beginning of it, there’s a VERY obvious hard cut, and then he’s running out! in my opinion my first watch through of this trailer i had a very like “:// hmm all these actors feel a lil like dry”, but man oh man the comments ive seen about connor. holy shit guys. this boy gets 7 minutes of stage time in the actual musical, and the whole thing is we DON’T KNOW VERY MUCH ABOUT HIM. not to burst your bubble, and i by no means hate connor, i love me some good connor lives fics and stuff, but everything we write with connor being alive? that is !! speculation on our part !!!! those are headcanons and us using the little context we have!! connor doesn’t have any significant development IN THE SOURCE MATERIAL that is being adapted into a movie !!! you 1. can’t fully judge a character with already limited screentime in a 3 minute trailer, 2. can’t really call what connor has canonically in the musical as in depth character development !! what is his arc then !!!! he pushes evan, goes to the computer lab, has an outcast loner kid moment, gets upset, takes the letter, DIES. sorry stans, that’s just how it is !! and, AND, everything in between, all the idiosyncracies, that depends on the actor playing connor! speaking of, you know who the actor is playing connor in the movie? that’s right, colton ryan! so, i don’t know, maybe... have some trust in the process, in an actor who ALREADY has played connor on broadway???? and also trust that you will get more connor content then u are seeing from a 3 minute trailer!! dhgnijsdg and some of the comments on like his appearance specifically? like are you really made that he doesn’t have long hair?? they kept his nails and his rings but nahhh the hair was apparently a MUST HAVE (even though like.. not all connor actors on broadway always had/have long hair but w/e).. REGARDLESS. tldr on THAT , the movie would have to do a pretty shitty job if they want to take something from someone who doesn’t have much to begin with and i think y’all are being extremely harsh on this point

jared. honestly i’m a bit worried too about the like... name change, because it does have the potential to be taking out some representation, but... they did change the name to fit the actor’s ethnicity? it’s a really [hmm] topic because, again, from a trailer and from what we have been told we don’t KNOW a lot of the context, but i think it’s important to remember that uh.. jewish people aren’t just? always white ?? there’s a possibility they changed the last name to fit with the [ethnicity] while keeping him jewish?? ofc there’s the possibility that they Didn’t and ... again hm that’s its own thing altogether but just reiterates the point that you can’t knock a whole movie just based on the trailer. you can’t talk about things you know nothing about.

alana. same thing as before, you can’t.... completely bash a character based on a 3 minute trailer. there was discussion about how she seemed ‘shy’ when talking to evan, which like.. maybe she is but also that scene was them talking in a library like if u actually take notice of what’s happening in the scene jdskngsd though i do share the general consensus with many others that she won’t get a lot of screen-time but that’s neither here nor there 😔 moving on

scenes and the setting. one of the things i was most like.. tentative about in regards to a switch from a musical to a movie was how they were like... going to do certain scenes? naturally, a lot has to be different when we’re going from a minimal stage set to an entire movie with like.. settings. there are going to be new scenes because a movie lends to have like, physical places that aren’t just [evan’s bedroom] and [murphy kitchen] and [implied school]. so new scenes, new conversations, slightly different pacing.. this is all to be expected right like are y’all geneuinely surprised here or ........

there’s a lot we aren’t seeing yet because this is a TRAILER. again i already mentioned this re: connor but like... again, y’all are making some Claims that just... fucking outlandish. there are so many moments in the trailer that are very obvious Hard Cuts. you don’t have all the information yet. you are angry at a tiny fragment of something that is confusing you because you don’t have all the context. is there a chance that some of this shit is just genuinely Bad? yeah but you really cannot 100000% say it with your chest and gauge it without seeing the movie and understanding what that scene is in context. lowkey uhhh saw some jokes about the zoe scene in the car and :’))) ? jesus? christ????

concluding thoughts because my brain hurts but like. you don’t have to like the movie. you don’t have to WATCH the movie. like all media if you choose to consume the movie you should do so with some CRITICAL THOUGHT. but, just like the novel (and i do not want to have any discussions about that i don’t care if you think it’s good Or bad that’s not what this is about) you guys are going in this WANTING to believe it’s bad and completely polarizing your thoughts on what this is going to be. yeah, maybe there shouldn’t be a movie. i genuinely think we could’ve gone without. but it’s just a piece of media, it’s not a progression like all your (musical is good, novel is bad, MOVIE IS WORSE OH NO) posts are suggesting. they are all just. different pieces of media stemming from a source. at the end of the day it’s just a fucking movie. if you already hate it so much, guess what? you don’t have to watch it! you don’t have to put so much needless fucking hate into a 3 MINUTE TRAILER. you can stop being performative and dissing it for its poor treatment of POC while then going on to make fun of ben platt’s hair and just targeting a different group like! please !!!

i’m not trying to be a fuckin’ advocate for this movie because there’s so much opportunity for it to suck, i do Not have high hopes for it, and i’m not even really sure i want to watch it (i bought the novel when it came out and have yet to read it, and i’m sure the movie will like.. elicit very similar vibes from me lsdngjkdsg like im just not uhhh feeling it) but y’know what? watching the trailer did not bring forth the fucking onslaught of hatred in me that apparently has fuckin posessed all of y’all and like djnsgjksdg plagued my dashboard for this whole evening. don’t come into my inbox trying to like.. argue with me about this (preemptively im turning off anon because i like i Can’t lmao) this is just like... a rant i needed to get out of me real quick.

SO. tldr for now: have critical thought about shit you consume, there’s no ethical consumption under [the film industry], you can’t judge a movie entirely on its trailer, and y’all need to calm the fuck down

#garbage.txt #deh movie #ask to tag #irrelevant #bc this is lowkey a vent bc jfc #this isn't @ anyone btw this is just [in general mostly just from my dash] bc.. sighs #anyway im gonna refrain from making any more comment on this its just. frustrating.#edit: ok to rb

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if-you-built-yourself-a-myth · 3 years

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Check Ignition: Part II

The Sobbe fake-dating Hogwarts AU that one person asked for and I dove into headfirst.

Part I // Part II // Part III // Part IV

Requests are open if you have any ideas of what I should write next!

Moyo thought the situation was hilarious. “Dude,” he said, between fits of uncontrollable laughter. “You’re never going to get any pussy ever again. Oh my gosh.” He doubled over in front of the fireplace, clutching his stomach as if it would burst. As a Gryffindor, he shouldn’t be in the Hufflepuff common room at all, and neither should Zoë (a Ravenclaw). Zoë got permission because her boyfriend, Senne, was Head Boy. Moyo slipped under the radar because he never wore his tie around campus.

Aaron too had his concerns for Robbe’s love life. “Does it count as cheating? Amber said that Noor—”

“He just kissed you?” Zoë sat forward on the couch. “Just like that? No asking, or—”

Moyo cut back in. “You will never feel the sweet, sweet touch of a woman. The virgin Robbe.”

“Boys, boys,” said Jens, ever the peacemaker, ever Robbe’s protector. “Uh, and girl. We are solving the crisis, not bringing up new ones.” He gestured to Robbe. “You have the floor, my friend. What do you need from us?”

“I, uh—” Robbe began.

It had been Jens’s idea to tell Moyo and Aaron in the morning. Zoë just happened to be waiting around for Senne to come out of the dormitories at the same time. The Hufflepuff common room featured two tables on either side of the fireplace, each surrounded by four straight-backed chairs. One couch faced the fireplace, and right now, Aaron, Jens, and Zoë had claimed it for themselves. With all the prime real estate taken, none of the other students stuck around.

Plus, it was early, before breakfast and morning classes.

“Go ahead,” said Jens.

Robbe didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what Sander expected to get from the arrangement, either. What he knew:

1. Sander kissed him to get Britt off his back.

2. Sander referred to him as a boyfriend rather than a hookup.

3. Sander knew he wanted to get Noor to leave him alone.

What he didn’t know:

1. Did Sander want them to fake date?

2. Was it just a one-time thing?

He wasn’t a big fan of not knowing all the specifics. It was hard enough to trample down the feeling blossoming in his chest when he thought of kissing Sander again.

“I—I need—” What did he need? He needed to talk to Sander. They didn’t share any classes, nor were there any Hogsmede visits coming up in the near future. Robbe sure as hell wasn’t going to patrol down near the dungeons, even if Jana came with him, because they smelled like mildew and he didn’t want to run into anyone besides Sander. He decided on a placeholder for now. “I need you to go along with it. If Noor asks.”

“Go along with it?” Moyo repeated.

“Yeah, go along with it. Corroborate the story.”

“No. Absolutely not.” Moyo crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m not lying to a girl. Especially not a pretty one.”

Aaron nodded along. “That’s messed up.”

“You’re not going to earn any points by not,” said Jens. Thank goodness for Jens.

“It is a bit cruel, isn’t it?” said Zoë. “Tell her you’re not interested if you’re not interested. It’s an asshole move to drag someone else into it.”

They dissolved into cacophony, talking over one another without regard for volume. It reminded Robbe of last night’s music. He’d meant to ask the boys if anyone had heard anything from the astronomy tower last night (had Sander made a bubble at all?), but he hadn’t gotten the chance when Jens opened with “Sander told everyone he and Robbe are dating so Britt and Noor will leave them alone.”

“And she’s going to find out,” said Moyo. “Girls know everything. Imagine how that’ll feel—Robbe hates you so much he’d rather be gay than snog you. It’s not fair.”

Zoë pointed at Moyo to emphasize his point. “I’m surprised to hear such a rational take from you.”

“I don’t hate her!” Robbe felt the need to step in and defend his honor. “I already told her I’m not interested. She keeps circling back around, and I’m tired.” In truth, he hadn’t said anything explicit. She should understand his apathy by the way he never took her coat or offered to walk her back to her common room. Perhaps that made him a bad person. “Look, this won’t be forever. We’ll give it a week and we’ll break up and everything will go back to normal.”

Moyo laughed without humor. “Yeah, minus any chance of ever having sex with a girl ever again.”

“You had to ruin it,” said Zoë. “Bad take.”

“Okay, but after the whole thing last night, Noor’s gonna be depressed no matter what,” Jens said. “You tell her that last night was for Sander, and she’s going to be all over you again. You tell her it was so both of you could avoid both of them, and now she’s just as upset as she would be with the fake-dating. It makes more sense to go along, fake a breakup, and let the whole thing fizzle. No one gets hurt.”

The others considered this analysis. Robbe took to pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace. He really didn’t want Noor to get hurt in all of this—did he?—but the allure of having her leave him alone was too great to pass up. And she’d be hurt if he told her flat-out, so wouldn’t this roundabout way be better? Yes, Jens was right. Aaron, Zoë, Moyo, and Jens gathered together in a makeshift huddle to deliberate the issue like committee.

Robbe pretended not to hear their animated whispers. He caught bits and pieces.

“Noor is kind of annoying—”

“What’s done is done, isn’t it?”

“—something an asshole would do. Remember when Jana—”

“I would never—”

The giant clock on the wall above the exit read seven. Breakfast would be ready in the Great Hall any minute now, and they’d need to hurry if they wanted to eat in time for History of Magic. Any later than seven-fifteen and Noor would be downstairs, too.

“It’s agreed, then,” announced Jens. He stood up and adjusted his tie. “We play along. Robbe and Sander five-ever. C’mon, boys, class.”

Moyo and Aaron grumbled to themselves, but they followed Jens to the portrait on the wall and slipped through with Robbe at their heels.

***

The walk to the Potions classroom felt longer than ever before. It was the first class of the day that Robbe didn’t share with one of his friends, because Moyo and Aaron were shit at following instructions and Jens had never created anything that worked. They barely mustered satisfactory grades last year. Robbe was a rule-follower. That’s why he was a prefect, and that’s why he could make a damn good Wolfsbane potion.

“Hello, darling!”

Someone slammed into him from the side, almost knocking his textbook from his hands. Robbe looked up and right at Sander’s perfect face. Sander’s eyes were alight, even in the dim aesthetic of the dungeon hallway. He held an embroidered canvas schoolbag over one shoulder and a wand in his left hand. It was all Robbe could do to not collapse when he slipped his right hand into Robbe’s and squeezed—until Robbe spotted Britt standing at the door to the potions classroom. Her eyes locked on them.

That answered some questions, anyway. Sander wanted whatever this was to continue.

“Where are you headed?” Sander asked. “I’ve got Transfiguration in a half hour, so I’m free to take you wherever. He said the words a lot louder than he needed to.

Robbe shared Potions with Britt. He’d totally forgotten. And he couldn’t possibly go see her, could he? So really, there was only one thing he could say. “Free period. I’m wandering.”

“Lead the way, oh wanderer.”

They walked side-by-side down the corridor, passing in front of the haunted girls’ bathroom and a wall stained by something that looked an awful lot like blood. Sander’s long strides made it difficult for Robbe to keep up; it took two of his steps to match one of Sander’s. He noticed something he hadn’t before—he didn’t make a habit of watching Sander walk when they went out with Britt. Sander kept his chin angled toward the ceiling and seemed to base his gait on the people around him. Faster than everyone else. Even if it took more effort than casual.

“Is this a thing now?” Robbe whispered. He tried to hide the fact that he might be wheezing. “If it shows Noor I’m not changing my mind, I’m still all the way…”

“I’d assumed it would be. Are there going to be rules?”

“Rule number one: you sit detention for the music. I still reported you.”

Sander stopped abruptly; his eyes caught on something down the hallway. “Duck into this bathroom with me,” he said. “Lingering kiss, then bathroom. Cool?”

“Uh, cool,” said Robbe.

The words had barely left his mouth before Sander’s lips were on his, something sweet, soft, and sloppy. Not as good as last night’s. Robbe decided he hadn’t really enjoyed that one, either. It was nerves that made it seem that way. He pulled away first.

It was kind of good, though. Ugh, kind of.

They turned, and Sander dragged Robbe into the bathroom by his wrist. He played the part of lovestruck teenager very well, from the mischievous glint in his eyes to the exaggerated gesture of the dragging. Once inside, he backed Robbe against a sink like they were going to kiss again, hard enough to make a loud clank. Then he withdrew, peeked out the door.

“Saw Noor,” he said, by way of explanation.

“Huh,” said Robbe.

“Is that the kind of stuff you want?”

“Don’t you have Transfiguration?”

Sander dismissed him. “I can cut. More important matters at hand.” He spun around to lean against the sink next to Robbe, who hadn’t moved since he was pushed. The sinks were arranged in a circular formation in the center of the bathroom, accessible from the stalls on either side. A large stained-glass picture of a massive snake glared down at them from the far wall. “What do you want this to entail?”

The porcelain dug into Robbe’s back at an unpleasant angle. He tried to remedy the feeling with a little fidgeting around. “What do you want it to entail?”

“You came to me. Clearly you have ideas. Britt will hate whatever.”

Robbe took a deep breath. “I just want Noor to think I’m in a relationship. So, like, you can do what you think—I mean, what will make her think—”

“Got it, got it.”

The bathroom was suddenly smaller than it felt a second ago. Silence made it even worse. Robbe stared at the floor so that he wouldn’t stare at Sander; he didn’t want to give off the impression that he was enjoying Sander’s company too much. He found himself thinking the same thing he’d been thinking since Sander kissed him yesterday: if only the boys knew, if only the boys knew, if only the boys knew… Which was a fruitless pursuit.

This was an arrangement and the relationship was fake. He wasn’t actually enjoying it.

No need to tell Jens or Moyo or Aaron anything more.

“Okay,” said Sander. “Give it five more minutes here like we’re making out. Then we head to the astronomy tower and we discuss the finer details. Sound like a plan?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.

Sander raised his wand and pointed it at a roll of toilet paper that sat on one of the toilets. The roll transformed into a compact CD player, floated over to their place at the sink, and began to play the same song as the player last night. “Not going to sit here in silence,” he said. The implication was that they wouldn’t talk to each other, Robbe thought. He dug his fingernails into the edges of the sink and counted down from three hundred so that he didn’t notice the veins in Sander’s hands.

They carried the player with them when they left the bathroom, only this time, Robbe could tell that Sander had actually performed some kind of bubble charm on the audio. No one so much as glanced in their direction as they wove their way through the packed hallways. They climbed the stairs to the astronomy tower, keeping to the right, and Robbe was surprised to watch Sander hop up into the little windowsill that Robbe fancied he owned.

“Alright, actual conversation.” Sander folded his legs and sat across from Robbe. “I should know things about you if I’m going to be convincing. And vice versa.”

“I’m a Hufflepuff,” said Robbe. That seemed like enough.

Not for Sander. “Real things. You know, mother’s maiden name, first grade teacher, the name of your first pet…”

Hang on, those questions sounded familiar. “Are you trying to steal my bank account?”

“Ah, so you have one?”

“A muggle one, yes. Not at Gringotts.”

Sander nodded, satisfied. “Me too. I mean, I have one at Gringotts, but it’s got like twenty Galleons in it. Maybe.” He pointed to the compact player. “Muggleborn.”

Robbe was a little startled at this information—Slytherin house favored purebloods, even when not in the midst of a war based on magical purity. Something about the founder and this whole thing with a basilisk.

“You too?” Sander prompted.

“I—uh, no,” Robbe said. “My dad is a wizard, just my mom isn’t, and I live with her during the summer.”

“Hm. What do you like to do in your spare time?”

“I don’t know. I study a lot. And I hang out with my friends, I guess.”

“Who are your friends?”

“Jens, Moyo, Aaron, and the girls. Are you going down a checklist or something?”

Sander laughed self-consciously. It was such a nice sound, holy shit, Robbe could listen to it all day. Sander adjusted his tie and shirt collar. “Forgive me for wanting to know more about you.” Robbe felt something swell in his chest and die when Sander continued, “What if Britt asks for info and I can’t give details? She’ll know something’s up for sure.”

“Yeah, of course,” Robbe ceded. Of course it was about the arrangement, that’s why they were there. Focus, Robbe. “The girls are Jana, Zoë, Amber, Yasmina, and Luca, if you want to write that down. We’re not really close, though. Just me and Jana.”

“Why’s that?”

“Jens is my best friend and Jana dated him for a while.”

“Huh. Committing that to memory.” Sander put his fingertips on his forehead and hummed to the tune of the CD’s song as if he were downloading information. “Okay, it’s there. Anything else?”

Robbe scoured his brain for something interesting about himself that would be helpful for a boyfriend to know. Boyfriend. Fuck. He gave himself a moment to savor the way it sounded in his head. Boyfriend. My boyfriend. There was a crisis there, in that it was so right compared to girlfriend’s wrongness, but he wasn’t going to have that breakdown right now. Boyfriend. Sexuality debates could wait until the whole fake-dating thing was done, because Sander wasn’t an option either way. Oh, but still, boyfriend.

“My favorite food is shrimp. I’m not a fan of reading but I’m okay at studying when Yasmina’s there. I’m a prefect. Is that enough?”

Sande shook his head. “I need something not a lot of people know. Insider knowledge.”

Insider knowledge? There wasn’t much of that in Robbe’s head. He’d been pretty open with everyone, except the maybe liking boys thing, and he wasn’t ready to admit that to himself.

He didn’t like boys.

“I was the one who broke them up,” Robbe confessed. “Jens and Jana, I mean.” He didn’t know why he picked this specific piece of information out of everything in his head; it was just the most available. Maybe it would serve Sander better to know a dark secret. “I told people something I shouldn’t have, so… well, you know. On purpose. I think you should know that.”

Sander squinted at him. “Not a good secret keeper. Okay.”

Yells echoed from the Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch match outside, mostly profanity and the occasional creative insult. Robbe was a seeker on the Hufflepuff team, Jens a chaser, and Aaron an alternate beater. They had a game next week, and it would make a lot of sense for Sander to attend, given the circumstances of their relationship… There should be something more to say to each other right now. Sander seemed content to linger in the silence. He rested his head on the brick behind him and looked out across the Great Lake, glimmering in the sunlight.

“When does it end?” said Robbe, at the same time as Sander said, “It’s much nicer up here at night.”

Sander turned from the window. “You first.”

“Oh, no, you can—”

“You first.”

“Uh, okay.” Robbe wrung his hands and wiped them on his pantlegs. “I wanted to know when it ends. The whole fake-dating thing. Like, do we pick a time, or—”

“Oh, I know that. Given it some thought.” Sander ran a perfect hand through his perfect hair. Not perfect—wow, Robbe really had to stop thinking shit like that, about how perfect Sander was. Every time he snuck another glance, there was another little detail that made Sander that much more striking. “Britt will just jump back in the second you’re out of the picture. End of term’s only a month away. She lives too far to follow me home, so I think that’s our best bet.”

A whole month. A whole motherfucking month. Robbe didn’t know if the boys could handle the responsibility of something that lasted that long. He didn’t know if he had it in himself.

“Or until one of us finds someone better,” Sander added.

Maybe not a month.

Not much to say after that.

“My mother is sick,” Robbe tried. The hard-hitting stuff was better material, more trust-building. Yes, Sander could use it against him, but Sander didn’t strike him as that kind of person. “Sick in the head. It’s passed genetically, so if I don’t get it, my kids probably will. Is that enough?”

He took Sander’s lack of response as an affirmative.

Robbe counted to three hundred again on the windowsill before carefully getting down. Sander probably wanted to be left alone with his music, like he’d wanted last night. It would be rude to stick around, Robbe reasoned. And he didn’t have infinite free time. He needed to catch someone from his Potions class to get the notes if he was going to keep his outstanding.

“I’m off,” he announced. “You have detention at five.”

“I’m not sitting for that,” said Sander. Other students began to push their way up the stairs for their astronomy class. “I’m doing you a service.”

“Filch will see you then.”

Robbe headed to the left side of the staircase for the trip down, but Sander reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him into a smooth kiss. Like the lap of a wave on the shore. Robbe didn’t see Britt around. Noor would be her Charms class until five. He cast a passing glance at the students milling around the classroom doors, looking for someone Sander needed to convince.

“That one was for the fans,” said Sander. “I’ll see you at dinner?”

“You’ll see me,” Robbe replied. He had to hide his face on the way to his next class so that Sander didn’t see the blush creeping up his cheeks.

#sobbe #robbe ijzermans #sander driesen #sander x robbe #wtfock #i stopped watching after wtfockdown when things got messed up #so please forgive any inconsistancies #i have created a better timeline #hogwarts au #fake dating #my writing #fic request

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mango-writes-with-ink · 3 years

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hello! i’m new to your blog, but i love it already! i love your writing very much, but i also hope you’ve been taking care of yourself. 💗 i really loved your florist in a maid dress piece and was wondering if i could request what goes on in the hunter’s side of the manor when she has to clean there for 2 months. anyways, thank you for your time and writing! stay safe and healthy 💗

- Little beginning Note: Hey! Totally not writing this in my study period whaaaat?! But also, oh my god this is so nice???? I haven’t really been taking care of myself but it’s fiiiiiine, I do hope that YOU’VE been taking care of yourself 🔪 🔪—And ive been stays safe <3 my area of NZ has finally gone back down to alert level 2 so everyone’s vibing! how are you doing user elxzyy? -

I’ll wrap this up, But I actually have been writing an extended piece for the maid dress scenario! It’s being edited by muah, but i have a little ‘teaser’ from the extended part! I did write most of it on paper though, so I’ll need to rewrite that digitally-

Before i post the teaser, here’s a hint about the characters involved a little later on <3

- 🎻 📸 🪞 🦋 🪓 -

Warnings: female pronouns, singular swear word.

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The library. She would start with the library.

From what she had heard, the hunters library was grand, and very large. At least, compared to the survivors’ one, but then again, it needed to be spacious for the... tallest of the hunters.

Speaking of hunters, they were the whole reason y/n was currently sneaking in, her stature helping her hide herself in the shadows and avoid detection. Lest a hunter like Yidhra see her attire.

The clicking of her heels on the empty, tiled hallway was the only noise she could hear, eerily comforting. This reminded her she was alone, causing her to wonder if her heart would start palpitating once a hunter neared, like in matches themselves.

A large, wooden and grandiose door to her right caught her immediate attention and she craned her head upward, taking in the entire designs and patterns littered around the edges of the door. Realizing this was the library, from descriptions Lucky gave her, she stepped toward the intimidating door and pushed.

Then pushed some more.

And more. The door was as heavy as you’d expect.

Letting out a noise of joy, y/n peeked into the room as the door creaked opened and realized just how extravagant everything looked. A tall ceiling and wide gaps between the rows book shelves, which there were many of. There was in fact a ladder too, situated against the bookshelves along the walls. There were golden accents on the corners of tables and the chairs were plush with cushions. Faux plants rested on corner tables and some disregarded children’s books sat piled on a table.

As y/n entered the room, she realized she could hear the sound of music playing from within.

‘Shit.’

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sesamie · 3 years

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i read your carrd and i saw that you like these two other bands, mates of state and guster, can you tell me a little more about them?

ANON THIS ASK MADE MY DAY THANK YOU SO MUCH LETS GO

okay so Mates of State. they're a band ive liked since i was maybe eight or nine years old? i was into this youtube comedy group called Studio C at the time (which has its own fun connection to Tally Hall but i’ll save that for another post ahah!!) and for a period of time the Studio C themesong was “I Want To Run” by Mates of State and they reference Mates in a few of their videos. Mates of State even recorded two songs for them (which i wont link here cause i don't rlly want to support Studio C cause looking back a lot of their videos are in really poor taste and being more knowledgeable these days i’d rather not spread their stuff anymore)!! anyways me being young & impressionable with regards to music (this was around the same time that i obsessively listened to Dinosaurchestra because i thought the album cover looked neat. i knew nothing of the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny, honest. my favorite song back then was Archaeopteryx) i immediately got really into Mates of State!

so they're a husband/wife duo that met in 1997 and were both playing guitar in a four-part band called Vosotros before splitting and forming their own band which we know today as Mates of State. Kori Gardner sings and plays organ, piano, synth (etc), and Jason Hammel sings and handles drums & percussion!

their albums are: My Solo Project (2000, re-released w a different label in 2003), Our Constant Concern (2002), Team Boo (2003), Bring It Back (2006), Re-Arrange Us (2008), Crushes (The Covers Mixtape) (2010), Mountaintops (2011) and their most recent release is the EP You’re Going To Make It (2015). there’s also an unreleased mates album called Greats that was supposed to be released in 2015!

my favorite albums of their are Bring it Back and Mountaintops, and my favorite songs of theirs are: These Days, Hoarding It For Home, Think Long, Punchlines, Running Out, Get Better, You Are Free, Great Dane, Palomino, Change, Mistakes, These Days, Staring Contest, and Goods (which i found out recently is actually their most popular song!!)

some fun facts about them are: - they have two kids, Magnolia and June Elizabeth, who they actually toured with and and Kori kept a blog about touring with two kids (which i have yet to read!). - they opened for The Postal Service’s last ever show!! - they were in a movie, which they also made the soundtrack for! - there’s also a documentary about them from 2004 (around the recording of Team Boo) that you can watch on youtube!! -also, in this Tally Hall video, they make a cameo except they forgot to turn on the mic!! (i think about this everyday. why did it have to be Mates of State that they forgot the mic for!!) ----- okay so now for Guster! i’ll admit i don’t know a whole lot about Guster, but i have been listening to them my entire life. they’re my mom’s favorite band, but somehow i’ve managed to distance them from her enough to enjoy them!!

they’re from Boston and have been around since 1991. the members are Ryan Miller, Adam Gardner (no relation to Kori Gardner at least not that i’ve found!!), Brian Rosenworcel, and Luke Reynolds, and this guy named Joe Pisapia was in the band at one point as well. they met in college and were originally named “Gus” but when another artist called Gus signed with a major record company, they had to change the name to Guster!!

their albums are: Parachute (1994), Goldfly (1997), Lost and Gone Forever (1999), Keep It Together (2003), Ganging Up On The Sun (2006), Easy Wonderful (2010), Evermotion (2015), and Look Alive (2019)!! they’ve also made a few things for fun like “The Meowstro Sings - Guster’s Keep It Together” which is all the tracks from Keep It Together but the vocals are replaced with cat meows. it’s pretty great.

my favorite album of theirs is Easy Wonderful (NO question on this one. actually i really love all of them except for the first two and the most recent one, but if i HAD to pick a favorite it would be Easy Wonderful) and a few of my favorite songs of theirs are: Two Points For Honesty, Come Downstairs and Say Hello (this one is a fan favorite!), Two At A Time, Days (a Keep It Together bonus track), Manifest Destiny, Empire State, Dear Valentine, Do You Love me, On the Ocean, What You Call Love, Well (a favorite favorite), Lost At Sea, and Simple Machine!!

they’re also pretty well known for humor in their live shows. (sidebar: in 2007, they toured with Tally Hall! this is where the possibility that i’ve seen Tally Hall live comes from, because i was born in 2006 and at that time my mom was still taking me and my brother to concerts which did include Guster soooooo!!!!) anyways, their live shows are almost always humorous, with a few highlights (lifted almost directly from the wikipedia page i’m looking at right now lol) being:

- originally, they opened their own shows as “The Peace Soldiers” a redneck-looking band. later, they opened for themselves in costume as a jam band called “Trippin’ Balls”. - the drummer Brian Rosenworcel (also known as the ~THUNDERGOD~), not known for his vocals, sometimes gets up to the microphone and sings silly covers!! (remind you of anyone?) - at the end of “Airport Song”, the audience throws ping pong balls at the stage because in the studio recording there’s audio of a table tennis game in the background!! (i’ve gotten to participate in this. not at an actual Guster show, but still it was really fun!) - during a show in 2001 (i think? it might have been 2002) they started the show with an empty stage and then played “The Price Is Right” music with a voiceover calling each of them down to the stage!! they had been hidden in the audience the whole time and walked down to the stage like game show contestants!!! - they also do these “dumpster shows” which is a reference to the time they got held up for a concert because of a blizzard and decided to improvise and play an acoustic set in front of a city dumpster instead! oh also, Guster has a spot in the Tally Hall Out Boy Cinematic Universe (THOBCU) because they toured with Tally Tall in 2007! another fun fact is that Adam Gardner went to the Pingry school, which you might recognize!! he graduated from the Pingry school ten years before Andrew Horowitz did, but it’s still cool!! -----

that’s about all i can think of for both these bands right now, but if you have any more questions feel free to ask!!

#ive been working on this answer since i got this ask last night. sorry for how long it is sfhsdfh!!#aks #mates of state #guster

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monaisme · 3 years

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One Week Later - Chapter One

This is the sequel to my one-shot, “The Battle”

He had drifted in and out of the consciousness for the first five days-- which he guessed, after the fact, had been a blessing.

His transformation, which had taken three days the first time 'round, still hadn't quite finished seven days later.

He was trying to be patient but, well, it would’ve been nice to sleep all the way through to the end. It seemed he was destined to suffer fits and jags of pain and spontaneous naps to recover from them. It hurt... and it sucked.

Dr. Cho couldn't be 100% certain as she hadn't been around after the bite, but she'd felt safe in assuming that the prolonged change had to do with all of Peter's injuries from both Titan all those years ago and the battle in Upstate New York. The concussion had been pretty significant, according to the doctor. Multiple scans had been taken to keep track of that healing, seeing as he'd been so out of it from the worst of the fever. The broken ribs still had a ways to go towards knitting back together but he could inhale just a little deeper before it hurt so that was a win. And there was no need for stitches for the deeper stab wounds—Mr. Stark’s nanoparticles were taking care of that. The dislocated shoulder, however, still required surgery.

Correction. Another surgery. Peter looked up at the clock on the wall... in about thirty minutes.

Arthroscopic surgery had apparently been performed on the second day after the battle, once all of the other wounded had been tended to, not that Peter remembered much from those first five days. Tendons and cartilage had been damaged to the point that Dr. Cho was certain it needed intervention so she'd done her medical magic per Spider-Man protocols, being as non-invasive as possible, knowing that Peter's body could do the rest-- except that it hadn't.

It had been quite the gong show, in fact—his fever had spiked along with his blood pressure and all sorts of bad things had Dr. Cho plus Mr. Stark and all the rest worried out of their minds.

... but he was definitely on the mend now.

Really.

Peter fussed at his hospital gown nervously and wondered, not for the first time, if maybe he still had some dust stuck somewhere in him-- gumming up the works like Uncle Ben used to say when their old '97 Pontiac Firefly would stall again and again and again-- or something like that. He couldn't be sure, but yeah, he was definitely curious about it.

"Knock, knock!" The rapping of knuckles against the door frame pulled Peter from his commiserating. "Guess what surprise the most super-amazing best mentor on the planet got for his currently boo-booed Spider-mentee?" Mr. Stark grinned big and slid into the med bay room.

Peter tried to think of something he’d wanted, then brightened immediately as hope flared. He looked to the man and then at the doorway Mr. Stark had just vacated. "Is May here?!" He asked eagerly. He repressed the flinch of pain as he struggled to sit up in the bed. "Did Dr. Strange finally get May here? May?!" He called out.

Peter was too busy trying to look around Mr. Stark to notice the look of regret flashing across his face before he could school it into something more sympathetic. “I’m sorry, kid.” He stepped up to the bed and moved to help Peter lay back down. “I should have been more thoughtful.“ He pulled the blankets back up to the boy’s neck and tucked him in tight. “One of the wizards was willing to make a pit stop and grabbed you a sandwich from Delmar’s before coming back to Wakanda. It came back hot so I’ve got it hiding away in one of the kitchen’s fancy stasis units and is ready for you as soon as you get the all clear from Dr. Cho to eat after they take care of...” Mr. Stark waved toward Peter’s shoulder, “that.”

Peter flushed with embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Stark, I just thought that...” He trailed off, and sighed. “It’s not that I’m not grateful, Mr. Stark, I promise! It’s just that everyone else has family being brought over and I’m sure that everyone is really busy, I only hoped that...” His eyes glistened with tears he was trying so hard to not let fall. He used his arm to brush the wetness away. “I’m just being a baby. Sorry.”

He had tried to tamp down the jealousy he’d felt when Mr. Barton had popped by to introduce himself properly and had gushed about how amazing it was to see his wife and kids after the last five years—not that he could wrap his brain around that bit of information yet, but still—

Where was May?

Mr. Stark interrupted his wandering thoughts with the brushing of his hand against Peter’s cheek. “You’re not being a baby, so stop talking that way. You’re allowed to miss her, and once this is all over and you get the all clear to leave the med bay, we’ll get you to our temporary quarters so you can have a good, long video call with her, okay?” Mr. Stark moved to run his fingers through Peter’s hair, then leaned forward, “Don’t tell anyone I said this,” He whispered conspiratorially, “But the tech here is incredible. When everything is settled, we may need to set up a play date between you and Shuri.” He gave a wink and straightened up as he noticed one of the nurses enter the room with a rolling cart full of medical supplies.

The nurse smiled kindly at the two heroes and then focused on Peter. “I’m glad that you’re awake. Dr. Cho has asked me to get final prep out of the way.” She snapped on a pair of gloves and starting pulling out supplies for an IV. “She’d prefer a new line so we can keep you on the IV nutrients during the procedure,” She assessed his still slinged arm, then moved down the bed to uncover his leg. “I think we’ll do a little reorganizing so we can just get this done quickly and be off. The surgical suite is ready for you, so if you’re good, we can get this show on the road and get you on the mend.”

Peter blanched and looked to Mr. Stark with sheer terror on his face. Being unconscious and having surgery was easy, this was a whole other kettle of fish. “Um...” He struggled to not panic. “Mr. Stark?” His breathing started to pick up.

Both the nurse and Mr. Stark picked up on the cues right away. Mr. Stark grabbed the boy’s good hand in support and gave the nurse a quick look. She backed out of the room without another word and closed the door behind her.

“Hey, hey, kiddo. You’re okay,” Mr. Stark soothed. “Why don’t you take a deep breath me, yeah?” He pulled in an exaggerated breath. “In...” and then blew it out with just as much effort. “... and out.”

Peter tried, then flinched, grunted, and then shifted to try and relieve the pain that flared in his ribs even as his anxiety ramped up and he struggled to catch his breath.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, sweetheart. Sorry!” His hands fluttered around Peter, trying to find something to fix. Mr. Stark looked to be on the edge of his own panic attack but Peter could do nothing. Then Mr. Stark lit up as he apparently came up with another idea. “Okay, kid, this is gonna seem weird, but let’s keep those breaths quick and short, okay?” And then the man was demonstrating, “He-he-he-he-hooo. He-he-he-he-hooo.” Mr. Stark squeezed Peter’s hand in assurance.

Peter tried to emulate him, and after a couple of minutes of lost rhythms and wiped away tears, Peter was calm enough that he felt safe speaking again, “Sorry, Mr. Stark, I...” He dried he cheeks again, “I don’t know where that came from. “It’s not like this is the first time I’ve had to have something fixed and all... I just...”

Mr. Stark smiled down fondly at the boy, “Maybe not, but you’re far from home and your hot aunt isn’t down the hall waiting to chew you out for doing something stupid enough to require surgery—and honestly, we’ve had a pretty shitty week, if you don’t mind my saying. I mean, I’ll be forever grateful that you’re back,” and Mr. Stark leaned over to plant a big ol’ kiss on Peter’s forehead as he said it, “but we fought a literal battle over my demolished compound, you were gone for five years, you were hurt, your powers are out of whack, you are currently situated on a different continent altogether, and the world doesn’t seem to remember that we deserve a little down time after battling for the fate of half a universe.” He ran his fingers through Peter’s hair. “We’re allowed to be stressed, and if it comes out in a pre-surgery freak-out, then so be it.”

Peter chuckled, being mindful of his ribs. “Yeah, I guess. And—um, thanks, by the way for the, uh... the breathing thing.” He was confused though, “Can I ask a dumb question? Was that a breathing exercise for women in labor?”

A blush tinged Mr. Stark’s cheeks and he rubbed at the back of his neck in apparent discomfort. “Yeah, Pete, it is, but it worked so no teasin’ the old man about it, got it?!” He pointed a finger at the boy in the bed. “You were hurting and I couldn’t think of anything to help with the broken ribs and all. Short breaths made sense and it just came to me.” He laughed low to himself, “I think it was pretty ingenious, if you ask me.”

Peter blushed, himself. “I guess it was. I’m curious to know how you’d know—“

A knock on the door interrupted his question. “Hello?” Dr. Cho opened the door and peeked her head into the room. “I’m sorry for intruding, but we’ve only got the surgical suite and staff for an allotted period of time and...“ She trailed off.

Mr. Stark looked at Peter, cocking an eyebrow in question.

Peter hesitated, then nodded ‘yes.’

Mr. Stark smiled at him then gave his still gripped hand another assuring squeeze. “He’s good to go, Helen.” He finally looked towards the doctor. “But you’ve got to hurry this up. The kid has a date with the #5—extra pickles and squished really flat, and we’d like to get that to him before someone in the kitchen realizes we’re hiding the best sandwich in Queens and absconds with it.”

Peter snort-laughed then closed his eyes to the nurse as she re-entered the room to do her prep. He didn’t want to be rude, he just couldn’t...

Ah, shit! He knew it was coming before it hit, and then—

She waited patiently for him as the pain zinged up his spine, causing him to arch off the bed and whimper as he waited for the episode to pass. She simply stepped away from the bed so Mr. Stark could come close enough to whisper words of encouragement.

“You’ve got this, kid.”

“It’s gonna pass.”

“I’m so, so sorry...”

This episode lasted only a few minutes, but it left Peter exhausted, like always. After taking a second to pull himself together, he gave the nurse the go ahead with a nod and closed his eyes again—trying to ignore the sounds of movement and the poking and prodding at his foot.

“A little pinch.” The nurse whispered, and then there was more than a little pinch, but the second line was in. “Good job.” On what, he didn’t know, but it was done and Peter worked to keep himself from jumping off the table.

Dr. Cho came to his bedside again, “Well, Peter, I’m hoping that we can get everything sorted this last time and give your transformation a chance to finish the job without having to worry about all of this extra work.” She winked playfully at him. “And then I can start doing my regular job of putting you back together with all of the standard superhero stuff. Does that sound like a plan to you?”

He understood that she was trying to put him at ease, and it would have worked, but something was niggling at the back of his brain and he couldn’t understand what was going on. He ignored it. “Sure. Let’s do this,” he replied.

Giving a nod to the nurse on his opposite side, Dr. Cho released the break on his bed and they started moving him toward the door.

“Wait!” Peter shouted in renewed panic. “Mr. Stark?!”

He popped back into view, having kept out of the way as he was sorted. “I’m here, baby. You’re safe.” He bumped the nurse out of the way and took her place as they moved down the hallway.

He tried to look brave, but—“Could you...?”

Mr. Stark didn’t look to anyone for permission. He just answered. “I’ll go with you as far as I can, okay?”

Peter could have cried from relief, but remained strong as he nodded. “Okay. Yeah, okay.” He blinked away the moisture in his eyes and exhaled, “Uh, thanks.”

Mr. Stark ruffled his hair. “You never have to thank me, sweetheart. Do you understand?”

Peter smiled, tentative, “I guess?”

Mr. Stark huffed in frustration. “You guess? We’ll need to have a chat over that sandwich later, okay?”

By this point, they’d managed to find their way to the surgical suite. They parked the bed and Dr. Cho disappeared inside the room for a second.

Peter was about to ask if maybe she’d changed her mind about everything when she popped back out and tossed a surgical cap, mask, and gown at Mr. Stark. “Put that on, and then touch nothing, but Peter once we’re in. If you behave, you can stay with him until he’s asleep, okay?”

Mr. Stark nodded and immediately put on the gown while Dr. Cho entered the room again. He hesitated with the cap though. “No one appreciates the effort I make to look this good,” he complained. “Seriously.” He shook his head and looked down at Peter as he placed the mask on his face. “The things I do for you, kid.”

Peter grinned at that, and for a moment he could imagine they were back in the lab at the compound and it was just the two of them being idiots while blowing crap up. “You do it because you love me,” he teased.

If they’d been back at the lab, Mr. Stark would have made a crack about doing this to keep Peter from turning to the dark side, or from working for the competition, or anything other than what he’d really said—“Yeah, kid. I really do.”

And THAT was the moment Peter realized that something had shifted in the five years. He’d heard the ‘sweetheart’ and maybe even the ‘baby’ but...

Another nurse came out of the room to address them. “Okay, we’re going in now. Once we enter the room, we’ll transfer you to a different gurney and tuck this bed away for you to use later. The room is sterile and will remain that way if everyone does what they’re supposed to do.” The nurse looked directly at Mr. Stark. “I am to remind you, sir, that you can ask Princess Shuri about the tech and sterilization methods later and that—and this is a quote from Dr. Cho—“you’d better be good, Tony, or you will be out on your ass faster than you can say ‘nanoparticle.’”

Mr. Stark barked a laugh at that and raised his right hand. “I promise I will be a good boy.”

The nurse seemed to believe him so they worked together to pull the bed through the doors and into the chill of the surgical suite. Peter would have been impressed if he wasn’t suddenly terrified.

Peter couldn’t suppress the shiver as he felt the cold press in on him and he thought again about running away—somewhere warm and vibrant and Mr. Stark could come and then—he was being transferred to a metal table, just as cold as the room.

Mr. Stark came into view again, and was again running fingers through his hair in comfort. His heart was in his throat and he couldn’t speak.

“You’ll feel a little chill here, Peter,” Dr. Cho was talking to him as someone off to the side started injecting an anaesthetic into the IV line.

He felt it as it entered his system, the mix of standard and enhanced drugs because his body didn’t know what the heck it was doing anymore, and then whatever bits of Spider-Man that were fighting to come through did exactly that. Even as his thoughts tried to soften, he battled and ached to come back from the nothingness that was trying to catch hold of him again. His eyes flew open. He couldn’t go again! His drug weakened limbs felt weighted but still fought against gentle hands pressing him to the table, yet he tensed with anticipation of them flaking and floating off into the aether—“NO!” He couldn’t do it again, and his panic flared one last time as the anaesthetist gave one last push. “stop—“ he slurred. “don’—wanna go, ms’r star—“ Tears streamed down his temples and he finally gave up as he whispered, “’m—‘m sorry—“

Peter fell limp against the table—

And didn’t see Mr. Stark, as he stood over him, tried to comfort him—wept for him.

Peter also didn’t see the glare on Mr. Stark’s tear stained face as he looked at a paled Dr. Cho. “You get in. You fix it. You get out. Got it?”

Peter didn’t see her nod in agreement and start barking out orders to the medical staff in the room.

And Peter didn’t see Mr. Stark lean over to kiss his forehead and then step back into a quiet corner, deciding to not leave the boy’s side unless they dragged him forcibly from the room.

#fanfiction #IronDad and SpiderSon #Avengers: Endgame #Non-compliant #a03 fanfic #OBlossom

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junhyukiscute · 4 years

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drabble 4 with hyunjae and could you make it very fluffy? :3

hello, soulmate (the boyz hyunjae x reader)

author note: hyunjae could literally be breathing and he’d still be the most handsome man

drabble 4: “i don’t know how I managed to live so long without you.”

(note: bold - hyunjae, normal - you)

soulmates were a common phenomenon in your world. some were connected by a red string of fate, others were connected by taste. you, my dear friend, were connected with your soulmate through your thoughts. kind of basic, but at least you didn’t have to suffer through vague dreams like your friend eric, or their taste buds like sunwoo. the only downhill to your bond was that you couldn’t tell each other your names because it didn’t work like that. fate would eventually just work itself out.

it was kind of nice, you guys had conversations whenever you could. your soulmate was a college student who was trying their best in become a vet and worked very hard. despite the stress of studying in the medical field, you would pop up and try to crack jokes so he could have a little laugh. needless to say, your interactions with him made his day.

“ew! my soulmate just ate mustard and broccoli,” sunwoo screamed at the lunch table.

“no one cares,” eric shot back.

as you watched your best friends bicker, you thought to yourself, idiots.

ive been stuck listening to my friends argue about how much carrots they can shove up their nose. im gonna shove kevin off a cliff.

don’t do it buddy, you’ll be sent to jail for attempted murder. how will we be able to see each other if you’re in jail?

well if i make the news, you’ll be able to know what i look like and we can meet up at my cell.

you chuckle out loud which causes the bickering to stop.

“what’s gotten you so cheery?” sunwoo eyes you suspiciously.

“shes probably talking to her soulmate,” eric replies. eric makes a kissy face at sunwoo, “hEy bAbe i wAs jUst tHiNkIng oF yOu cAuse You Know, wE cAn tALk to EacH oTher!!”

sunwoo laughs at eric’s impression of you, and starts to laugh even harder after you threw a baby carrot smack in the middle of eric’s face.

“seriously though (y/n), you’re pretty lucky to have a convenient bond. are you close to meeting him yet?” sunwoo questionied.

you sighed,” no, not yet. i wanna meet him soon though, all i know is that he goes to some university in seoul and likes coffee at the cafe near his campus.”

eric’s eyes widen, “wait, there’s a twosome coffee shop near this university down the street!”

sunwoo gasped and shook eric by the shoulders, “eric, you’re useful for once!!” ignoring the offended look on eric’s face, he turns to you, “once school’s done, it’s gonna be spring break. you know what that means?”

“movie nights and sleepovers while we procrastinate on our homework?” you questioned.

“no, you idiot, we’re gonna go to that coffee shop everyday so you could see your soulmate!” sunwoo says.

once it registered in your mind, you gasped, “wait, we might be able to see my soulmate?!”

“i knew my days of skipping school would come in handy one day,” eric smirked.

time skip

you were in your last period, daydreaming as your teacher lectured.

aish.. i’m really craving an iced americano right now.

the bell had rung and you ran out the classroom to meet up with sunwoo and eric, who coincidentally had the last period together. “guys, my soulmate likes iced americanos. we have to go, NOW,” you said. eric and sunwoo nodded before you guys dashed off to the cafe down the street of your guys school.

the door opened and bell chimed, the baristas greeted you as you guys walked in.

“okay, i’ll keep watch by sitting at that table in the corner. since you invited us here, you’re paying, (y/n),” sunwoo said as he walked off to the said table.

“while you’re ordering, i’ll keep watch for anyone who’s ordering an iced americano. by the way, i don’t drink coffee so can you get a whole chocolate cake? we’re gonna be here for a while, thanks (y/n)! you’re the best,” eric patted your shoulder and shoved you in line.

you cried on the inside as you ordered two iced mochas and a whole chocolate cake for here. the cashier looked at you weirdly, “and your name?”

“(y/n),” you said and looked at his nametag, “thanks... kevin?!”

kevin looked taken aback before eyeing you, “do i know you?”

“oh.. haha,” you sheepishly laughed, “sorry, um.. it just sounded familiar..”

“oookkaaayyy, that’ll be 40,000 won,” he said as you handed him your card, “we’ll call you when your drinks are ready...”

after he dissappeared to the back, you ran up to sunwoo and slammed your hands on the table, making him scream out of fright, “guys. i think that barista is my soulmate’s friend. he talked about some dude named kevin.”

“oh for real?? ask him if he has a friend that likes iced americanos!!” eric said energetically as he scarfed the cake.

“yeah, like he probably doesn’t have 50 friends who like iced americanos. what if he doesn’t even have friends?” sunwoo replied as he rolled his eyes.

“(y/n)! your drinks are ready,” kevin called out.

“ask him!” eric whispered out loud.

as you walked towards the counter to pick up the drinks, you stood there and looked at him. kevin, already a bit weirded out by your behavior from earlier asked, “do you need anything else...?”

“do you have any friends that like iced americanos?” you questioned.

“okaaayy so I don’t know if you know this but my friends are in college, you’re a high schooler based on your uniform. im not gonna partake in pedophilia.”

“listen man, our friend has a soulmate who goes to this cafe and orders a nasty battery acid drink during his break so god help us!” eric shouted as sunwoo tried to desperately hold him back.

“we’re seniors,” you added in quickly.

kevin sighed and pinched his nose bridge while he thought hard, “are you sure it’s this cafe?”

“yes, im sure because he goes to a cafe near his college, and there’s a college near here, right?” you said.

“yeah...” kevin deeply sighed, “i have a few friends who drink iced americanos.”

“who were you with earlier when you tried to see how much carrots you could shove up your nose?”

kevin chokes on his spit, “how did you know that?!”

“im connected through my soulmate by thoughts,” you replied.

he gasped in realization, “wait, my friend named-“

“kevin, get back to work and stop flirting with the customer!! one more warning and you’re fired!!” a voice boomed from the back.

kevin jumped before looking at you sheepishly, “sorry (y/n), i gotta go,” and ran off to the cashier station where an annoyed lady was waiting.

you groaned before grabbing the drinks and plopping down at the table.

“so all we know is that he does have a friend who’s your soulmate but we didn’t get a name,” sunwoo said. you guys all sighed in unison before sadly sipping on the drinks.

spring break went past quickly, and there was no sign of your soulmate visiting at the coffee shop. heck, you couldn’t even hear his thoughts anymore.

“it’s okay, (y/n), you’ll see him eventually,” eric reasoned as sunwoo pat your back.

you sighed deeply as you sipped on an iced americano at the cafe. this sucks, why can’t my soulmate just come in and order already?

at seoul university (lol just go with it), hyunjae was writing notes down at the library when kevin strolled in with Jacob and plopped down at the table.

kevin sighed dramatically before leaning back on his chair, “there’s this trio of high schoolers who won’t stop coming to the cafe im working at and they keep staring at me!! the girl says that her soulmate goes there and orders an iced americano, kinda creepy but i appreciate her dedication to meet him. says they have a soulmate link by their thoughts, isn’t that kinda like yours?”

hyunjae mumbles, “an iced americano sounds great. haven’t been able to get it from your work since ive been studying for finals” before a voice in his head says this sucks, why can’t my soulmate just come in and order already? hyunjae drops his pen in shock. “wait, kevin, are they still there?” hyunjae questioned.

“hm, probably, why?” kevin replies. the two piece the information together before kevin gasps as he punches Jacob out of excitement. “oh my god, is that your soulmate?! go get them tiger!!” kevin cheered with Jacob (who was very confused). hyunjae packed up his stuff and dashed out of the library and to the cafe. once he reached the cafe and pushed open the door widely, a few customers glanced but went back to their own business.

hyunjae slowly strolls before saying rather loudly, “can i please order an iced americano?” while subtlely glancing around the shop. a few gasps were heard and he found a trio of high school uniforms. he made eye contact with you and felt like time had stopped.

there you were, in all your glory, with slightly ruffled up hair and dark eye bags. even though you looked like you just woke up, you still looked incredibly cute. his heart beat erratically at the sight of your beautiful self before he gulped and walked up to you.

sunwoo and eric caught wind of the situation and shoved each other out of the table as you were trying to hold back a smile. hyunjae cleared his throat because thinking, i wish my soulmate knew how cute they are.

you grinned and said, “i wish my soulmate knew how they are too,” you stood up and held out your hand, “hi soulmate. im (y/n). it’s really, really nice to meet you.”

hyunjae smiles as he took your hand and pulled you into an embrace. “i don’t know how i managed to live so long without you.” he breathed out as he wrapped his hands around your frame. “im hyunjae, but you can just call me yours from now on.”

#the boyz #tbz #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fluff #hyunjae #hyunjae fluff #sunwoo #eric #sangyeon #younghoon #q #kevin #jacob #hwall #juyeon #new #haknyeon

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currently thinking about students coming out to mr. w and how safe he makes them feel <3 anyway hello!! how are you today? :)) — 🍯

ive been REALLY busy but other than that, i’m doing pretty well!! thank you. i hope you’re doing well, too :)

thanks for inspiring this!

if i said anything wrong or outdated, please correct me. and as always, i apologize if there are typos lol.

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“Hey, Mr. W?” you ask, poking your head through the classroom door.

The English teacher looks up from the neatly stacked papers on his desk. “Oh, hello!”

“This is your free period, right?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Can I talk to you?” you wonder, and you force a smile in an attempt to hide your nerves. “Just for a second.”

“Of course,” Mr. W says. His eyes are wide and concerned. You love him like you’ve never loved a teacher in your life, and you are fucking terrified.

“It’s not... that important.” Except that it is, it is, and you’ve heard from upperclassmen that you hang around sometimes that Mr. W isn’t just cool but the coolest and that he’s fine with your friend who’s gay and this boy that you know of in the senior class who has two girlfriends that are also dating each other, but you wonder if this time it might be different, because this time it’s not about girlfriends or a boyfriend but about... you.

“If it is important to you,” he tells you seriously, “then it is important to me.”

You nod and allow yourself to drop the fake smile.

“Are you alright?”

You nod again, this time at the floor.

“It is perfectly normal if you are not.”

Something about the way that he says it, the genuineness in his voice, maybe, or about the way that you can literally hear how much he cares about you, makes you look back up at him. “I’ve only told one person,” you murmur.

“You may share anything with me.”

And he means it so much! God! He means it so much that it hurts. I wish you were my dad, you catch yourself thinking for the millionth time, but you reel yourself back in and take a deep breath. “Do you know about trans people?” you ask quietly, and for some reason, your eyes flood with tears.

You haven’t said anything yet, not really, but the words are out there now. They exist. He could connect the dots, he could scream at you, he could kick you out and tell you that you’re disgusting, he could-

“Yes.”

You can’t help but peek up at him. He’s still calm, but he only looks more concerned. When your eyes meet his, he slowly gets up from his desk and walks around toward you. You feel fear again, but he doesn’t touch you.

“Please, have a seat,” he directs, motioning to the two desks closest to where you’re standing. You take a few steps over and drop into one. He sits down in the one beside it.

You stare at the floor again, but this time, the words really aren’t coming.

“Are...” Mr. W begins, but then he stops. He’s silent for a moment, and then he gently inquires, “Am I in the company of a trans person right now?”

In a split second, you’re half laughing and half crying. You nod, and you’re still scared, but you’re also thankful that he’s given you a pass. You get to skip the words this time. Telling your best friend had been a little easier, so you’re glad that Mr. W figured out a method of coaxing the information from you.

Mr. W’s hand reaches forward. He sets it on your desk, not on you, and he says with a slightly wobbly voice, “I have always cared for you very much. That does not change now.”

You decide to look up at him then, and you find his eyes swimming with tears.

“You are safe here, and you are welcome here,” he continues. “And I am honored that you have chosen to share this information with me.”

You lean forward and throw your arms around him. He returns the hug, and you feel what he promised. Welcome. Safe.

I love you, you want so badly to say, but instead you tell him, “You’re my favorite teacher ever.”

He laughs the littlest bit, but he doesn’t pull back. “You are special to me as well.”

The two of you stay connected for a little while longer. Then you retract your arms so you can wipe your eyes. “Sorry,” you say, but you only kind of mean it.

He shakes his head and dries his own tears. “No, please do not be.” He motions to his face. “I am sorry; I often cry when others do. Please do not believe that I am upset with you.”

“No, I know,” you respond. His emotional reaction had clearly been rooted in empathy, not disappointment. “So, um...” There’s more that you want to tell him, but you don’t know how.

He seems to understand. “Should I continue referring to you by your name?”

“In class, yeah.”

“Do you have a different name that you prefer?” he asks.

You tell him, and he nods.

“If I pass by you and we are the only two present...?”

“You can use it then, yeah.”

He smiles, and it’s warm. “Very well. And your pronouns?”

“Changed, yeah. Um... kind of the same situation, though.”

“I understand.”

“I just don’t want it getting out, you know? People here can be...”

Mr. W makes a face, something you’ve only ever seen him do once or twice, and it makes you laugh. Suddenly, you feel a whole lot better, and you realize that there’s a thick tangle of relief and happiness in your heart. “Thank you,” you blurt. “That went way better than I could have hoped.”

He looks a little bit sad then, and he repeats, “You may tell me anything. Truly.”

“I know; that’s why I’m here.” You glance at the clock, sigh softly, and stand up. “But, um, I’m gonna be late to history, so-”

“I will write a pass for you,” he nods, getting to his feet as well. He goes to his desk drawer for a pad of sticky notes, and you pull your backpack onto your shoulders. While he scribbles a brief message to Mrs. Anderson, you smile a little to yourself. He knows your chosen name, and he knows your pronouns, and he’s fine with them. And he’ll even help you blend in during school. Yeah, he’s the coolest teacher ever.

“Alright, here you are,” Mr. W says, and he peels the Post-It off and hands it to you.

“Thanks.” You hold up the note but then motion to the desk chairs. “Like, for everything.”

He smiles. “You are welcome.”

As you head for the door, you call, “Bye! See you in a couple periods.”

He bids you goodbye as well, and when he does, he calls you by your chosen name.

#geoff #mr. w #lhs #hcs #anon #ask Aly

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