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#but here’s the kicker that guy was dating a girl who is sweet i love her still she’s a great person
greghouse · 3 years
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oh my god i was about to bring up tea on a band but i realized none of you know who anyone involved in the situation is except for a/cacia b/rinley EDIT: if y’all are curious i put it in the tags lmao
#basically she was trying to start a band so they had her befriend another band in the label while they were working on putting her band#together so that their fans would listen to their band but the funny part is is that the original band was an industry plant#anyway they had her date one of the band members but she was 15/16 at the time and they were having her date a guy who was publicly 19#but me and the girls who were y’know ‘in’ as they say#we knew that he was actually 25 but we ignored it because we were also 15#and thought it was cool that we were being paid attention to by older guys#but here’s the kicker that guy was dating a girl who is sweet i love her still she’s a great person#so he’d been dating the same girl since high school and we all knew her but their label wouldn’t let him post about her#because that would one give away his real age and two be bad for their reputation apparently#anyway i was just thinking about this because that girl and him are actually married now and i’m rewatching house and just happened to have#watched the episode she was in because she was one of the patients on house once lmaooo#oh also they’re married now#crazy times#the random shit i know#also another member of that band is a major music producer who pretended to be 16 in the height of this band’s success but me and the girls#knew his real name obviously so we were able to do a shit ton of research on him because of that and it turned out he was like 30 at thetime#like i said crazy times
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hinatas-sunshine · 4 years
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Synopsis: What you did when Kageyama/Yaku/Ushijima realized how amazing you are
Genre: Floofy Fluff 😋
A/N: Sorry I haven’t posted in a hot minute! I hope you guys enjoy this and hopefully I can fit in a draft to publish for Wednesday! You guys are so kind to stick with me being sad and hyper at time and being busy - y’all are rad hehe.. KITHES ❤️
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Kageyama:
• It was Friday night and you had plans with Kageyama
• But once you realized he was already 10 minutes late, when he’s usually very on time to your dates if not arrives earlier, he’s probably still at the Gym
• You shrugged it off because it was one date - and not a big one either like your one year or just a fancy dinner
• You picked yourself stuff up and head to the gym he’s most likely practicing at and seeing him getting frustrated at the ball
• You walked over to him, set down your bag and picked up a volleyball
“You seem stressed... what are you working on handsome?”
• He jumped before seeing you with a ball and started panicking
“Oh my gosh - we had a date today! I’m so late! I’m so sorry! I’ll never let this happen again-“
• You shoved the ball into his chest and stood on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on his nose
“I’m not mad! Today wasn’t a big date anyways and you seem way more focused here. How can I help?”
• You smiled as you began setting the ball in the air and walking around
• He watched as you did so continuing to talk about anything that came to mind about that day
• You thought he was just listening really well because he was watching you
• But he was admiring you, you understood his situation and offered him help. You weren’t upset at him and you even went as far as to come visit him to see what was going on.
• His heart swelled with joy and when you turned to smile and laugh at him his whole stomach filled with butterflies
“What are you thinking about Tobio-Kun?”
• he walked up to you and placed his hands on the back of your neck, fingertips brushing along your jaw as he placed a sweet kiss full of love on your lips
• You dropped the ball in your hands and placed them on his chest giggling but still kissing back before he pulled away and smiled at you
“I adore you y/n.”
• You looked off getting shy and throwing your first in his stomach making him double over
“D-DONT SAY STUFF LIKE THAT! It makes me nervous...”
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Yaku:
• You were the team’s manager and you were unpacking the boys’ newest jerseys
• Yaku watched as you smiled while pulling his jersey out and set it down gently and smoothing it out
“Y/n! I’m stuck again!”
• Yaku’s head snapped to Lev who had his arm stuck in between some poles
• You giggled and made your way over with some extra silky lotion pouring it over the Tall baby’s arm asking him to wiggle himself free
• He listened and when it worked he gasped and thanked you before running off
• You laughed before hearing Kuroo struggling with Kenma
“One lap at least!”
“I’m not built for that.”
• You sneakily took Kenma’s game and started making a mad dash to which Kenma ran behind you hot on your heels
“Y/n! Give it back!”
• One full lap around the court you handed it back to him and he was breathing heavily glaring at you
• You gave him a closed eyed smile and you smacked Kuroo’s back caused him to yelp in pain
“Stop bothering him you rooster.”
• Yaku watched you tackle 3 problems in the matter of a few minutes and that to him was amazing
• You then continued back to working on checking the jersey information - you smiled at him, and began to approach him
“Hi cutie, what has you smiling?”
“Y/n...”
• His serious tone had you a little startled, thinking you did something wrong
“Yaku, my love, what is it?”
“You’re amazing you know that?”
• This brought a blush on your cheeks and you looked away from him
“What do you even mean weirdo? It’s not like a I did anything big.”
• He sighed and made you look at him, cupping your face in his hands
“You care about the team, you put in so much effort more than anyone ever has for us.. and you care about me and you somehow end up finding a solution to all our problems...”
• You smiled at your boyfriend
Inuoka: YEAH! Y/N SENPAI IS THE BEST!
Yamamoto: We finally have a beautiful girl manager!
• Yaku definitely kicker Yamamoto
Lev: I felt that kick...
• You giggled and hugged your boyfriend while he placed a kiss on the side of your head
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Ushijima:
• It was a normal day at school, you were helping around in your class with the students who were having trouble understanding the assignment
“Hey! It’s okay! It’s one math problem! We’ll get through this!”
• The girl in front of you had nodded wiping away her tears of frustration as you smiled patting her back
• Ushijima watched you as you explained the concept, everything about you seemed so angelic in that moment
• The sun was hitting you right, your hair was glowing and falling over the frame of your face only for you to tuck it behind your ear, your uniform sleeves were being used as sweater paws, everything was so adorable about you
• But your smarts are what drove him insane, he loved how you explained the problem and it made sense to him without him having to be there, he loved how you dragged your cute fingers over the paper
• He was slightly smiling before Tendou popped up right before him
“Ohhhh, checking out our special y/n huh?”
“I’m looking respectfully.”
• Semi cackling in the background
• You looked behind you and see your boyfriend patiently waiting for you with his friends talking to him, but his eyes were trained on you
• You shot him a quick smile holding a finger up to signal for him to give you a minute before you turned back and asked the girl if she understood
• She said she did and explained it back to you smiling and thanking you
• You happily walk over to your boyfriend
“Ushijima, what did I do to earn this pleasant surprise?”
“I can’t visit my girlfriend to walk with her to lunch?”
• He seemed genuinely confused before you stood on your tippy toes planting a kiss on his nose making Tendou smirk and Semi gag
“Okay love birds - get it since our mascot- whatever lets go to lunch I’m hungry.”
• Semi grumbled a me too before you all walked talking about anything that came to mind
Tendou: And so I just think theoretically we live in a simulation
Semi: Is this apart of it
• You watched the two boys flick each other while your boyfriend ate his lunch
“You looked cute y/n.”
• You head snaps to your boyfriend who is calmly eating while your cheeks heat up
“Huh?”
“Earlier, you looked cute. You’re smart and you are so open to helping people, I’m glad to have a reliable person by my side.”
• he shot you a small smile before eating again and you smiled too resting your hand on his leg and laying your head on his shoulder watching the two boys argue, ushijima placing a small kiss on your head
“Ushijima I didn’t know you were a simp!”
“I don’t know what that is.”
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derireo · 4 years
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I've had this in my head for a while, so I'm just gonna ask, from the winter troupe, who do you think are ummmm v i r g i n s (oh God I can't believe I am even asking this sorry omg) if you would like, you can also do the other troupes, i dunno why but I find it interesting in a way (obviously not muku or yuki if you decide to, and also, if you feel uncomfortable with this ask feel free to ignore it! you are the writer after all! take care!❤️❤️
np, anon! to those wondering, very strictly i will not include members who are 17 and under in the game here so please be mindful of that if you do not see a member you like in this post
All Troupes (no members 17 & under): Virgins?
SPRING
Sakuya
Definitely a virgin
You think he's ever held hands with someone in a romantic way??? He can't even ask someone out without quickly changing his mind before going back to ask again. Maybe when he's older and gets out of his cute baby thing, he'll get to bone, but not now. Maybe not ever? Keep him celibate.
Itaru
Definitely not a virgin.
He probably got tired of rejecting people's advances at some point and just cooly agreed to spend the night a few times. Very likely that he barely did any of the work, but still got them to orgasm; he's crazy good for no reason. Definitely really likes being the one receiving, but he's different around you though, and actually makes an effort lol
Tsuzuru
50/50. I have no idea. Most likely a virgin though.
He literally has like 3 younger brothers and juggled a lot of part time jobs along with school; I don't think he has ever had the time of day to pop a boner. His mind is so preoccupied with getting tasks done and finishing upcoming assignments that he's gonna be a virgin for a long while.
Citron
Literally no clue. Maybe not a virgin?
He's 22, and a lot of people tend to lose their virginity in their twenties so who knows with Citron?? He's awfully good at flirting with others and knows how to fluster people, but does he know how to Get Down & Dirty????? Again, no clue. Maybe he bones so well that his victims can't even say anything about it.
SUMMER
Kazunari
Not a virgin probs
Despite how well he socialises with other people, he's not one to just casually have a fling. He does think of other's feelings and how they feel about him, but it's rare for him to take initiative with someone he's interested in. Otherwise if it's the other way around, but he isn't attracted to the person that's coming onto him, he'll refuse and scurry off.
Misumi
Definitely a virgin!
He literally only thinks about triangles and food, there is no chance that he's had sex yet. Maybe if he had a character in the play that required him to be a playboy or something' he'll absolutely fool people into thinking he's been around, but his sunshine personality and tunnel vision towards certain things prevents him from having fun. Don't think he's interested in sex, really.
AUTUMN
Banri
VIRGIN
Mr. Tough Guy over here tries hard to let people know he's been around. Totally, not true. He always brags about having more girls liking him than Juza, and it may be true (since he doesn't seem as terrifying as him), but he has never gone that far with a girl. Sure, he has dated A LOT, has had plenty of girls sit in his lap and has definitely had his fair share of kisses, but he's a virgin. He dumps a girl before he even has the thought of boning.
Juza
VIRGIN
Absolutely no way could he have ever had sex. He's so self-deprecating sometimes, so that's one reason why he hasn't gotten that far with girls, plus he really loves sweets and food so that's probably the only thing occupying his mind. He hasn't even been in a relationship yet because he gets nervous around the people he likes and probably thinks he's not even worth dating anyway. He's probably a good boy though and will wait after marriage.
Omi
Surprisingly not a virgin
Shocking? Not to me, honestly, lol. Again, Omi is a people pleaser, and remember that phase in his life where he was a super tough guy ass kicker??? And rode motorcycles (from what I can remember)??? Of course this man is gonna be a chick magnet, and Of Course I am willing to let him choke me. So, yeah, he's probably fucked once or twice during that time in his life, but once he got into Mankai, abstinate.
Sakyo
Not a virgin, but he'll definitely fool you into thinking he is.
What do I mean? Why, I'll tell ya. He's got a stick so far up his ass sometimes that you can't help but wonder if he's sexually deprived. Like 31 years without getting your dick wet? Absolutely tragic. Anyways, nah, he definitely has a body count higher than 3. May have been quick flings considering he used to work a shady job and got high off the thrill, but he only focuses on Mankai now.
WINTER
Homare
Maybe
He did have a girlfriend at some point, but I don't know how far he would have gotten with her. It seemed like she was so annoyed with him and his lack of emotion that they probably didn't get too far. He is quite the notorious poet though, so maybe he used to have a few groupies??? Is that possible??? Do u think Rupi Kaur has groupies???
Hisoka
. . . Maybe
With his vague storyline about being a spy prior to his amnesia, the only reason I can give for him not being a virgin is solely because he had to have sex for a mission. Like how James Bond has sex with the enemy or something and then gets all the intel of the evil organisation he has to go against (never watched any of the movies). Otherwise, he's a virgin in his life as Hisoka.
Tasuku
VIRGIN
Doesn't care about men or women; too preoccupied with working out and acting that his dick never gets pulled out by someone else. Sure, maybe he'll tug one out because his body demands him to, but he never really was interested in relationships nor does he seem to be someone who finds physical attraction important.
Tsumugi
VIRGIN
Also focuses way too much on acting and working that he doesn't get the chance to. He was in a relationship before if I recall correctly, but he probably didn't have enough time for them considering he was so busy. He has also probably tugged a few out, but only because his body required him to do so. I'm not sure how he feels about sex tbh?
Azuma
NOPE
You can't tell me he's a virgin, it's just not possible. We don't even know this man's age!!!! He's probably a vampire!!!! He's probably been fucking for centuries!!!! And have you seen how well he can flirt? Super crazy. Pretty sure he's a sadist as well with how he always says he likes to be the one playing, plus he always manages to lure out the worst of the boys just for his amusement. Body Count: Out the Roof
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Do Not Tap the Glass - TEASER
Enjoy an ABO Supergirl / Jurassic Park (barely) crossover where Alex is a scientist for the Luthor Institute studying a mysterious "creature" that was found in the arctic ice, her wife Maggie definitely thinks pregnant Alex is sexy Alex, they go to a sex club together, and Lex throws Lena in with the beast...that maybe isn't a beast at all. Chapters 1-5 are public and Chapter 6 is Patreon exclusive.
Chapter 1 - https://drive.google.com/file/d/1qpiYG0XLyuUU79_P2YTwG6IYR6GISse3/view?usp=sharing Chapter 2 - https://drive.google.com/file/d/1EJlb75hUbGXdNAkkwPzW691XFS9AXx-d/view?usp=sharing Chapter 3 - https://drive.google.com/file/d/1jE-f6E4McfFWKUXCX-ZhJWAg0XvHn1el/view?usp=sharing Chapter 4 -  https://drive.google.com/file/d/1HEcDBzNaB6qmZ2JkzInx46INWOyawfdC/view?usp=sharing Chapter 5 - https://drive.google.com/file/d/1SQaoF7H2aG1kVyhA35zFfQ5ZfK86lU3Z/view?usp=sharing Chapter 6 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/54672610 Alex has a ritual when she starts a new job: ride the bike in for confidence. Sadly, the list of 'required tools' she was asked to bring would never have fit in a bike. It would never have fit in Maggie's beloved 'princess plug' either, that silver Subaru with a bedazzled back hatch and two surfboards eternally attached to the rack.
Hence, renting a small U-Haul that drives like a dead whale. Maybe the Luthor Institute isn't really hiring her for her mind, maybe they just want her and her mom's research and devices. Lex Luthor has a scary rep in the academic community. He's probably just going to have someone shoot her as soon as she's buzzed in the gate.
Still. It's an interesting job because the not-interesting jobs don't come with 200-page non-disclosure agreements she signed, being watched by lawyers so clenched a punch-press and a vat of KY couldn't help them. It's a lot of money. It's enough money to put aside a million for their daughter by the time she graduates college. Once she finishes developing a spine, organs, and nervous system, that is. Alex was too busy puking to nickname the fetus, so Maggie stepped in.
Regrettably. Cervix-Kicker is just not something Alex can tease her slowly-swelling belly with, at least in public. Maggie's turn, next time. She's pretty sure there will be a next time. Alex suspects that pregnancy sex makes the case for the pregnancy itself, in Maggie's view.
Her phone lights up and a bonobo's shrieking voice comes out. Eliza recorded it during the early days of her fieldwork. Alex taps answer.
"Hey, Mom."
"Morning, sweetie.  How's the new job?"
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Nia rolls her eyes with such exaggeration it makes her fairy-dusted eyeshadow sparkle a bit in the sun.
"Come on, new girl," Nia teases. "I'll show you around."
"She will. She's basically in charge of the pep squad here," Frank teases. "When I started, I gained five pounds from all of the bonding lunches Nia organized."
"Did you complain?" Nia demands.
"I did not. And I do not regret a moment of it, kid. Someone will come unload the truck, doc. Thanks for bringing all your gear."
Frank tips his ball cap at Alex and goes back to the main group by the door.
"My mom's designs too." Alex mumbles. One accidental touch and she's blubbering out self-deprecation to near-strangers.
"Right," Nia chuckles. "The infamous Doctors Danvers. So is your kid going to be a world-renowned psych researcher does the third generation end up a bunch of losers who like, found the next Google?"
"Um, not sure. I have to meet them first."
"Shut the front door!" Nia exclaims. Her smile just went up about fifty thousand watts. "I was just joking but you're actually preggers."
"How ca-"
Alex glances at Nia's nametag. In the lower right is an omega symbol with an F beside it. Curiously, it even has the sub-status there even though that's unnecessary in the case of female omegas given the extremely low variation rate. Alex has never heard of subtypes being used outside of therapy or a doctor's office. Using them at work is legal--probably--but it's also downright bizarre. As an omega, Nia can not only smell the tiny changes in Alex's scent indicating she's pregnant, she can probably tell Alex what soap Maggie uses, along with her age, ethnicity, and most recent rut.
"They categorize us by status?" Alex asks. "How 1890s."
Nia sighs.
"Well, it's actually not so bad. There was a dude in maintenance who I thought was taking notes on my heat cycle. I mentioned something and the next thing I know there was this absolute unit of a woman from HR sort of shadowing me. Eating lunch, printing stuff to the copier we use, so on. Being obvious about it to, making sure he knew she had her eye on him. So they do use the information for the right reasons."
Any competent HR department could handle all that. Nia must realize that too.
"The creature. The creature can sense human genera and reacts to them."
Nia makes finger guns.
"Bingo. Got a nose like a bloodhound, that one. Even with the enclosure being vacuum-sealed and using completely different air, the creature catches it somehow."
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She nods towards the ruined hard drive, which has been ground and punctured and shaved to produce the bearings.
"I'm afraid I never made a backup."
"Fuck," Lex snarls.
She got Lex to curse in front of his men. Victory enough for one lifetime.
"Take her."
She lets the goons cuff her.
"Oh, and I injected myself with an agent that reacts violently with truth serum drugs. Violently and fatally."
"Which ones?" Lex demands.
"All of them. And I put an implant in my teeth with 2 grams of high explosive. So electrocuting me is out. We'll have to make a deal the old-fashioned way, brother."
Lex's pained bellowing is so sweet. ===== Lena's gurney is tilted back vertical and she's wheeled down a long hallway. A pair of armored doors buzz open.
It's a goddamned zoo enclosure. Gorilla enclosure, from the look of it. It reeks of alpha. Almost human. Almost sweet, even. A scent she wouldn't mind nuzzling into at night if she didn't know it was a beast's. Lex himself unclips her and tilts the gurney forwards, spilling her onto wood chips.
"Quite the specimen, I hear. She's used up three omegas so far," he sighs. "Maybe you'll fare better. Maybe you'll live long enough to get a pup in you. When you are ready to talk, press the red button."
Classic good old boy alpha thinking. Like many a single omega, Lena has guiltily indulged in rut non-con fantasies. So that's not quite the threat he thinks it is. Loss of control over the body and second-guessing whether it was consent or just surrender to the heat is Female Omega 101. She could maybe power through that. Close her eyes. Remember boarding school. Andrea and her flashing blue eyes and her exquisitely shaped cock -- ladylike, somehow -- long enough to slam the breath from Lena's lungs and her long hands closed over Lena's neck. Her affected machismo. Taking Lena like she was a mafia boss and Lena was some worthless whore from the back streets. Fulfilling that and any other roleplay Lena wanted.
This is a goddamned gorilla though. That's beyond the realm of kink.
She's in a puddle of light but the rest of the enclosure is dark. Too dark to see anything past her ankles.
That's when she hears it. Huffing. Panting. Too loud and to big a noise to be human lungs. Squelching. Grunting. Moaning.
A face spills out of the dark into the light. Matted blonde curls. Blue eyes glazed over with orgasm, drugs, or maybe in shock. The grunting increases in pace.
"So good, so good..." the blonde mumbles, throwing her head back and forth.
"Hi, Lena."
"Eve Tessmacher? Fuck. I thought you got fired."
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"Hey, Nia?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you go to my desk..." Alex begins before shame clamps her jaw shut. She's going to have to say it. Say it to a friend who is her employee and she wonders if the fancy toilet can be reprogrammed to drown her.
"Go to your desk and?" Nia prompts.
"Target bag. Sweatshirt and pants," she huffs.
"Copy that."
Alex catches her breath, then spanks the toilet paper roll over and over. She starts cleaning up. Nia's a good kid. In both the psychological and physical sense had painful days herself--phantom ruts colliding with her desired heat cycle--and she and Alex worked out a system. With it, Alex could sneak her pot chocolate from the cooler in Nia's car, sign it in on her behalf at security, hit the vending machine, and meet her in the breakroom like it's nothing.
Their friendship started out the way a thousand five-minute friendships do in bars. Nia asked for an opinion and Alex assured her she looked cute and that her blind date would love it. The guy turned out to be a moron but the resulting debrief cemented their dynamic.
She's not sure how someone can go from acquaintance to best friend, to kid sister in less than a month. She only knows Nia did.
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The member lot is small and the gold member lot is smaller still. Perhaps thirty stalls and mostly full.
Maybe when you spend this much on VIP access to a sex club, it makes sense to spend every weeknight there. Eliza didn't volunteer a number for the membership she bought Alex and Maggie but both she and Alex assumed that down payment on a house would be Eliza and Jeremiah's contribution. She probably went with this out of fond memories of her own years studying at UC National City. If she and Jeremiah ever shared an omega playmate, it would've been somewhere like here. Somewhere deniable.
"Look, babe," Julia whispers, pointing at the engravings in the concrete of the marked stall that Maggie is gradually working their Prius into, sliding it between a Range Rover and a Suburban.
"AD and MS, sponsored by EG?" Alex mumbles.
"Founder sponsored," Julia adds, pointing out something in smaller print and filling the right half of Maggie's vision with creamy cleavage and her lungs with candy-sweet scent of a willing omega.
"I fucking knew it," Maggie chuckles. "Your mom was one of the people that started this place."
"No!" Alex squawks. "Absolutely fucking no!"
"You park," Julia chuckles. "I'll distract her from herself."
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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years
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Maybe I Am? - Chpt.1
Characters: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Summary: After meeting in a chatroom Steve and Bucky finally meet up in real life, however Bucky isn’t anything Steve was expecting. Master list HERE.
Content Warning: a very confused Steve, an adorably disappointed Bucky. 
Word Count: 3.1k
Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! One of my favorite versions of Steve is the sweet confused Steve, and so I decided to have a little fun with him in this fic. Also, Steve Rogers is a Slytherin and I will fight ya’ll to the death on that one. If you don’t believe me read #10 in THIS article. There will be six chapters total, one posted every evening until we’re done. Hope you enjoy! XOXO - Ash
Chapter One
Bucky stared at Alpine, desperate for more companionship than the fluffy white cat could provide. He’d been stuck inside for the past four days while he got over the damned late winter cold he’d caught. Bucky hadn’t been sick in almost two years so he couldn’t really complain, but he was social by nature and Alpine could only do so much for her end of the conversation. He finally drug himself out of bed, carrying his fluffy duvet to the sofa with him so he could throw on a rerun of The Good Place and fire up his laptop. Bucky logged into the chat site he used to frequent that hosted discussions on all different fandoms from movies to television shows to music. He used to love hanging out online in some of the Harry Potter chats, especially HuffleHaven which he was pleased to see was still active. Bored and not really feeling up to fangirling at a level appropriate for a proud Hufflepuff, he hopped into a punk rock appreciation chat to hopefully find a way out of his bored funk. 
WinterBae: so ur a Greenday fan?
AmericanIdiot: What was your first clue?
WinterBae: well i heard the sounds of hysteria
AmericanIdiot: LOL nice. Is that your cat in the profile pic?
WinterBae: yuppp, that’s my girl Alpine
AmericanIdiot: She looks sweet. So, what fandom are you here for?
Bucky flicked over to view AmericanIdiot’s profile and was instantly smitten with the blonde who claimed punk rock was life and he could live on tacos alone if given the chance. He wondered briefly if the pic was real, it wasn’t unheard of for people to use model’s photos instead of their own, and the guy in AmericanIdiot’s picture was definitely model worthy. Tall, buff, and gorgeous; Bucky was definitely interested in more than conversation. Well, nothing to make himself feel better than a little harmless flirting. 
xxXxx
Three months later.
AmericanIdiot: I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.
WinterBae: oh come on! it’s not that bad, just let the hat sort you and i’ll let you retreat to your boring punk rock group. 
AmericanIdiot: You so owe me for this one. 
WinterBae: puhleeeease please please please
AmericanIdiot: FINE. But you still owe me. 
WinterBae: whatever you want. Promise :D
[Private Chat Initiated]
AmericanIdiot: Well shit. 
WinterBae: was i right??
AmericanIdiot: I hate you. 
WinterBae: nope, u luv me. and i told u so ;)
AmericanIdiot: How in the ever loving fuck am I a Slytherin?? I literally help my neighbor with her grocery bags every week! I feel like a puppy kicker now.
WinterBae: the hat sees inside ur soul puppy kicker mwahaha
AmericanIdiot: You totally owe me. 
WinterBae: fine. coffee? sunday morning maybe? r u near red hook? 
AmericanIdiot: I’m over in Park Slope. So not too far. Wait, are you serious? You really want to meet up?
WinterBae: let’s meet @ magnolia cafe 10am on sunday
AmericanIdiot: But how will I know it’s you?
WinterBae: i’ll wear a red rose tucked in my hair. cuz i’m classy like that lol
AmericanIdiot: Haha. Nice. I can’t wait.
WinterBae: me too :)
Steve closed the lid of his laptop, unable to believe his luck. He was finally going to meet WinterBae in real life after months of witty banter and playful flirting. He pulled on his sneakers, ready to go run out all the nervous energy thrumming inside him, and he hoped he wasn’t getting his hopes too high. Sam had already pointed out several times that he didn’t know a whole lot about WinterBae, not even what she really looked like. Steve maintained he wasn’t shallow and he knew enough about her to know that she was everything he’d hoped to find in a woman. She was bright and funny, kept him on his toes for sure, and had a biting wit that left him laughing harder than he had in years. Steve had been so lonely since Peggy up and left him, moving back to England after eight months of living together. He was finally ready to move on and he hoped WinterBae would be the one to do that with. 
Across the bustling streets of Brooklyn, in his little apartment in Red Hook, Bucky was rapid fire texting Nat about his date. She cheered him on good naturedly, happy he was actually putting himself back out there after the disaster that was Brock Rumlow. Bucky was proud that he’d been so smooth in asking AmericanIdiot to meet up, or at least smooth by his own nerdy standards. He reminded himself several times that even if the profile pic wasn’t really AmericanIdiot, he would most likely still be interested. How could he not be after spending the past three months talking to the guy every day? They talked about everything together and Bucky felt like he knew AmericanIdiot better than some of his real life friends. Two more days and he would have a name and a face to put with the amazing, brilliant, artistic guy he was completely head over heels for. Now he just had to figure out where to buy a red rose.
xxXxx
Bucky sat at a small cafe table inside Magnolia Cafe, trying not to fidget with the rose tucked behind his ear. He felt a little silly for wearing it, but also kind of like he was in a romance novel waiting to meet his knight in shining armor. He had worn his very best skinny jeans and a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, leaving his assortment of bracelets on display. He wasn’t getting his hopes up, but damned if he wasn’t going to look his best just in case. Nat had insisted on going along, wanting to make sure Bucky’s online friend wasn’t some kind of creeper. The fierce redhead sat a few tables away, poised and ready to strike should the guy make any untoward moves. Bucky loved how protective Nat was, though honestly she was a bit terrifying at times. So he waited, scrolling through Buzzfeed News, hoping that maybe this once luck would be on his side.
Steve was so nervous he was sweating a little by the time he got to the cafe. He wiped his palms on the side of his tee shirt, wondering belatedly if he should have put in a little more effort. All he had was work clothes anymore, even the navy tee he had on was emblazoned with their star logo and the name of their gym underneath. Paired with the only jeans he owned and a lightweight leather jacket, he hoped he would make a good first impression. WinterBae had mentioned being into fashion but Steve had never had an eye for that sort of thing. Nerves rising, Steve hoped he would be able to find WinterBae easily. He knew only that she would have a red rose tucked in her hair, and from a brief mention a few weeks ago about haircuts, he knew to expect shoulder length wavy brown hair. But that was it. Steve reminded himself that he needed to go into this with open eyes, if nothing else he would walk away with a new friend. Someone other than Sam to hang out with, somewhere other than the gym they co-owned. Deep down though, he still hoped for more.
The cafe was dimly lit inside and it took Steve a minute to let his eyes adjust. He scanned the room quickly, taking note of all the women sitting at various tables. Most were with other people, leaving only four on their own, but try as he might he couldn’t spot red roses on any of them. He felt a pang of disappointment but prayed he was just early and not being stood up. He was about to go order himself an Americano to sip while he waited when he heard a rough, masculine voice call out “AmericanIdiot?” in a tone tinged with awe.
Steve turned in the direction of the voice to see a man about his age with a red rose tucked into his shoulder length wavy brown hair. His mouth moved while his brain reeled, “WinterBae?”
“Yeah! Hey!” Bucky felt like he was vibrating out of his skin; he was so thrilled. The blonde god standing in front of him really was the man from the picture, and he looked even better in real life, if that was possible. Brilliant, sweet, and hot. Bucky had hit the jackpot. 
Steve let himself be pulled into a warm hug, the man was a few inches shorter than his own 6’2” and fit nicely against his chest. The man. WinterBae was a man. Steve replayed all of their conversations in his head and kept coming up with the same assumption. Steve had never once in a million years thought he was a man. He supposed in retrospect that having a female best friend, a love of clothes, and a cat he called a “fur baby” was not necessarily concrete signs of being a woman, but damned if Steve had even thought twice about WinterBae’s gender. He forced himself to return the hug, happy to meet a new friend, even though his heart was crushed under the disappointment that nothing more would be coming of this meeting. 
“I’m so glad you made it.” Bucky told him as they pulled apart.
“Of course. Gotta get my cup of coffee for being tortured by a magical hat.” 
Bucky laughed, a rich rumbling sound, “Yeah, a Slytherin would never pass up the opportunity to benefit off the kindness of others.” 
“Well at least your poor little Huffle-brain won’t realize what’s going on.” 
“Ouch, punk. Those are some strong words from someone who watched Sorcerer's Stone for the first time less than a month ago.” 
“It’s your fault I did too, jerk. Uh, you can call me Steve by the way.” 
“Steve, nice. It suits you. I’m Bucky. Well, James, but everyone calls me Bucky.” 
“Now that’s a story I have to hear.” Steve said with a laugh and let Bucky lead him over to the line for his drink. 
They ended up spending two and a half hours talking at their little table at the cafe. Coffee turned into a muffin to split, which turned into a panini and iced teas for both of them. Steve couldn’t remember the last time conversation flowed so easily with someone. Talking to Bucky felt like they had been best friends for years opposed to only knowing each other a few months. They topic hopped relentlessly, never losing each other along the way. Steve found himself laughing so hard his ribs hurt when Bucky spoke about one of his teenage misadventures with his sister Becca. 
Bucky was very clearly flirting by the time they finished their lunch; shooting Steve sweet little smiles every so often and pushing his hair back behind his ear coyly. Steve knew he should put the breaks on the flirting, he didn’t want to lead Bucky on, but it was so much easier to just smile along with him. In his thirty years of life, Steve had never once questioned his sexuality. Men had never held any attraction for him, but something about the way Bucky chewed on his bottom lip, the tiny tip of his pink tongue peeking out, had part of Steve wanting to taste that lip himself. 
With a cough, Steve shook his head, trying to clear his unexpected wayward thoughts. “I’m sorry, I missed that.” he prompted.
Bucky titled his head slightly with a lopsided smile, “It’s okay. I was just saying that my sister was the one who gave me the courage to come out to my parents. She came out first and seeing how my parents reacted made it a lot easier for me to. She was only 15 at the time, but she always has been a hell of a lot braver than I am.” 
“I doubt that. But that’s great you guys are so close.” 
“Yeah, she’s been my best friend since the day she was born. Well, other than Nat, but don’t tell her that.” Bucky chuckled thinking back on the loving bickering Becca and Nat used to do when they were younger. “So how did you come out to your parents?” 
Steve wanted to die on the spot. A bright blush tinged his cheeks, staining his pale skin all the way down his neck. “I, uh. Well. I’m not. Um. I didn’t, actually. Because I’m not, um, gay.” Please god, let the ground open up and swallow me whole, he prayed silently, unable to meet Bucky’s eyes. 
The smile Bucky had worn, waiting for what he thought must have been one hell of a story based on Steve's blush, completely vanished. Along with all his foolish daydreams of dating someone as amazing as Steve. “Oh. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.” he finally choked out semi-normal sounding. 
“No, it’s my fault.” Steve hastily protested, “We talked so much online and I didn’t realize you were a man.” The wide eyed shock on Bucky’s face made Steve realize he hadn’t made things any better.
“Wait, what? You thought I was a woman?” Bucky asked incredulously. 
“Well, yeah. Nothing about your profile or our conversations were very clear and I guess I just somehow jumped to the conclusion that you were. I’m sorry, Bucky.” 
Disappointed but not wanting to miss out on a great friendship Bucky forced himself to smile reassuringly at Steve. “It’s okay. No harm done. So you're straight then?”
“I think so.” 
That did not help things. “That’s kinda something you know.” 
“Yeah, I thought so too. I like talking to you though. A lot.” Bucky was looking at him like he had three heads and Steve just wanted to crawl home and die of embarrassment. 
“Okay. I like talking to you a lot too. We can just be friends though, Steve. I’m not going to get my feelings hurt just because you bat for the other team.” 
“Thanks. I really am sorry. If I were to ever switch teams you’d be the first guy I call. You’re incredible.” 
“Aww come on. You don’t gotta say that. It’s all good, really. Now tell me more about this gym you run.”
Steve sighed, thankful to change topics, “Well, my best friend Sam and I opened it when he retired from the Air Force six years ago.” Steve launched into the story of how he met Sam through the VA where they had both volunteered as teenagers and then years later, they teamed up to start Shield Gym which was now one of the most popular gyms in the city.
The conversation lulled a little after that and Bucky politely refrained from any more flirting. Steve found himself missing the cute little gestures. He couldn’t figure out what the hell was wrong with him but he knew he needed to figure it out sooner rather than later. They parted as friends, swapping cell phone numbers so they could text instead of the message boards and private chats online. Steve initiated the goodbye hug, wanting to test the feeling of the smaller man in his arms once more. It was just as nice as the first time and only added to Steve’s confusion. 
Nat caught up with Bucky barely a block from the cafe, pulling him for a tight hug when she saw his morose expression. “Do I need to kill him?” she asked seriously.
“He's straight.” Bucky told her, “Well, he said he thinks he’s straight. Whatever the hell that means.” 
Nat quirked a brow at that, not commenting though.
“Either way, back to spending all my nights with you and Alpine. And Becca, when the brat has time to fly out.” 
“Maybe don’t write him off just yet.” Nat said carefully, “I saw you two together, it was sweet.” 
Bucky sighed, “I can’t do it, Nat. Just let the poor straight boy be slightly confused on his own before he settles down with some perfect human barbie doll he meets at his gym.” 
Nat pursed her lips in disapproval but remained silent. She wrapped an arm around Bucky’s waist and followed him home so they could share a pint of gelato and watch a trashy rom-com until Bukcy felt better.  
“Shit, Sam.” Steve whined at his best friend back in their gym in Park Slope. He’d gone straight from the cafe to the gym, knowing Sam was working the midday shift. “How did this happen?”
“You made an honest mistake, it happens.” Sam tried to be kind with his words, “But, and I’m not saying I told you so, you didn’t really know as much about this guy as you thought you did.” 
“That might have been the politest ‘I told you so’ ever.” 
“I am sorry that it didn’t work out though. I know you thought you really falling for this WinterBae.” 
“His name is Bucky. And, I don’t know Sam, he’s just as incredible in person. More so, even. I don’t know what to do. I’m not gay. But…. maybe I am?” 
Sam set down the bottle of spray disinfectant and the rag he was wiping down the machines with. “Steve, I know you had your hopes up for this guy. But he’s a guy. And being straight, or not straight, is typically something you figure out before your thirties.” 
“I know. I know.” Steve groaned, raking his hands through his hair. 
“At least you made a new friend, right?” Sam tried hopefully.
Steve shook his head, “Yeah, but it doesn’t feel like enough. I don’t know what to do, Sam.”
“You gotta figure that one out on your own, man. But whatever you do, don’t drag that poor boy through whatever premature mid life crisis you got going on. It wouldn’t be fair to him to get his hopes up.” 
“I know that.” Steve fought to keep the glare he wanted to give Sam off his face, “I would never hurt him. I just… I need to think about it, I guess.” 
Sam clapped Steve on the shoulder supportively before resuming his cleaning, “You do that. And if you need someone to talk to, I’m here.” 
Steve thanked him and then headed out. He had a lot of thinking to do. 
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calcetineys · 4 years
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So, I watched Love is Blind on Netflix… and so it won’t be a complete waste of my time, here’s a Steo AU. (Even though I’ve already done something similar. But now it also has Malira!)
If you aren’t familiar with this show, it’s a dating show hosted by Nick Lachey (that detail does come up) where participants go into little rooms called “pods” and talk with another person in the pod next to them. The idea is to see if they can fall in love without seeing each other. 
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In this case, let’s not think about the logistics of how a bunch of bisexuals who aren’t supposed to see each other are supposed to be housed in the same facility.
So, Stiles probably claims that he didn’t think through this idea, but like, he kinda of did, at least enough to know that he does want someone who wants him for life. The fact that they can walk out and never see each other if that doesn’t end up being the case helps.
 He is ignoring the fact that this is going to be televised/streamed.
Also, he’s sort of thinking that maybe if someone got close enough, he could just go full throttle and somehow that will sabotage his chances? Like, put some much of himself out there that the person he’s talking to will be like ‘yeah, let’s not’. 
He doesn’t get that far with most people, but he wasn’t expecting someone like Theo.
So they meet on maybe the third rotation, Stiles has talked to a guy that was not really interesting and a really sweet girl named Kira who is not at all his type but made him laugh, and Theo not even thinking about the people he’s talked to, even less when he hears the voice on the other side of the wall that catches his attention.
That first ‘date’ goes pretty standard for them, as in, Theo’s kinda smitten, Stiles is a bit irritated but reluctantly intrigued.
At some point, the producers get a sense of who’s got chemistry and who doesn’t and starts letting the people who aren’t attracted to each other interact outside of the pods, to be able to get some conversation and feedback about how people are feeling.
Stiles gets to meet Kira in person, and she’s very pretty and just as charming, but he thinks he was right in his first impression. But he’s glad to listen to her gush about a woman named Malia, who Stiles did get a chance to talk with on one of the earlier days and did like, but he can tell that Kira’s absolutely gone on her.
He kind of avoids the question when she asks if he’s talked to anyone he likes, and she doesn’t push because she’s nice like that.
Also she wouldn’t want some one to do that to her, if she wasn’t feeling so ready to shout about how much fun she’s having with Malia.
She figures that part of it is the environment, that because she doesn’t have to worry about embarrassing herself with anything other than what she says, it’s easier to feel so excited about getting to know someone.
But she also just really likes this woman. Malia’s so straightforward and knows exactly what she wants to say and says it, which seems simple but is something Kira admires so much. And her confidence and intelligence and-
Yeah, Kira’s a goner.
Which is something that would make Malia very happy, over on the other side of the facility, where she and Theo are talking about their respective interests, albeit in a more sedate way.
The producers put them together in person after it became apparent that Malia differed from Stiles in that she was more irritated and not very intrigued by Theo on the other side of the wall.
They get some good footage of them talking about how cute the person they’re interested in is.
“She’s so dorky,” Malia says, smiling. She thinks about how Kira told her she’s never really felt all that comfortable with her body, always felt not exactly uncoordinated but definitely not graceful.
She doesn’t share that with Theo, but Malia thinks that she’d like to help Kira with feeling more at peace with herself, which is something that Malia had struggled with in the past.
Her head’s so wrapped up in thoughts like that, that she finds that she doesn’t mind Theo talking about the man named Stiles that had caught her passing interest early on, because he didn’t manage to keep it after she’d talked to Kira.
But she agrees with Theo as he says that Stiles is just so fucking smart, and clever and unafraid to call out bullshit, that their conversations are endlessly fun, that he doesn’t even want to talk to any of the other participants.
So he doesn’t. 
He ignores the signal the crew gives him to leave his pod, and when Stiles pauses on his way out he asks what Theo’s doing, because he can hear the chatter over the radio on the crew on his end.
“I don’t want to talk to anyone else. If you do, I guess I can’t do anything but ask if would rather stay here,” Theo says.
And Stiles is, unsurprisingly, suspicious of that, and says, “You really need to pull a stunt like this to get my attention.”
And Theo laughs, “Oh, I don’t, huh?”
“Because I’m not impressed,” Stiles corrects. But that’s not the truth exactly. It’s more that he doesn’t quite believe it. “These big, empty gestures…”
Theo’s quiet so a long second, and Stiles tells himself to leave, but he stays, waits until he hears: “It’s not supposed to impress you. I just want you to stay.”
And for some reason, Stiles does.
They don’t say anything for a long while, and eventually, the camera crew just decides to roll with it, because this is more interesting than the standard rotations.
Stiles is the one to start talking again, and at first it’s lighter topics. He starts talking about how Kira’s having some great luck with falling in love, but cuts that conversation off, because he’s ignoring that fact that there are other people here and that they should have moved on by now.
But it’s probably for that reason that he finds himself telling Theo things not as a way to drive him away, but more because he feels like maybe he doesn’t need to.
It is partly the fact that they can’t see each other, but it’s like how having difficult conversations in a car are easier, because there’s no eye contact, because both people are facing the same direction. 
They’re both sitting against the connecting way as he tells him about losing his mother, about feeling like he lost his father for years, about how for a long time when he was a teenager, he felt like he was losing himself and his mind.
Theo doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t say anything during, but Stiles knows he’s listening, and he finds that he doesn’t really care that so many other people are listening too.
“Thank you,” is what he hears in return.
Like his thoughts are a gift and not a repellent, not a burden.
The next time they talk, Stiles listens as Theo talks about losing his parents, though they’re still alive, about his sister Tara, who is the only family he’s ever needed.
Theo doesn’t say it, but Stiles puts together that she’s probably the only person that Theo’s kept in his life and he can’t help but ask why he came here. 
“Would it be too cheesy to say I came for you?”
Stiles scoffs and says, “Yeah.”
“Then I guess I don’t have a good answer.”
That’s not deterrent enough to end the conversation, even when they get the signal that the others are switching pods. When no one tries to get them to move, Stiles gets the feeling that the producers are eating this up and rolls his eyes. 
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Back in the regular rotations, Kira’s listening to Malia talking about Theo and Stiles, which is more information that Kira learned from Stiles and she’s mostly concerned about them getting in trouble and getting kicked off.
“I doubt it,” Malia says. “It’ll be good for ratings. But enough about that-“
This is the first time they delve into really serious topics, though they’re talked about Kira’s insecurities and Malia’s mentioned her family issues.
But she gets into it more now, because she feels like Kira truly wants to know, to understand, and that makes her feels…good. 
“My birth parents…” she starts with. “She, uh- she regretted having me, my father didn’t know  about me for a long time, and he tries, but he’s not- My adopted family are my family, but I didn’t always accept that when I was younger. And it was even worse when my birth mother came to meet me when I was a teenager. She didn’t have a good reason for coming, not one that I can think of even now. 
And I’ve let go of the idea of ever understanding why she did what she did or why she said the things she sai- she told me I didn’t have a name, not a real one. She said a lot of shit that day, but that’s what stayed with me the longest.  
“But I’ve figured out who I am.”
Kira’s never wanted to be in the same room with her more than right then, wants to see this strength with her own eyes, and she envies the camera crew who get to.  
“You’re amazing,” she hears herself say.
It’s quiet for a second, before Malia says, “I’m smiling right now.”
Kira is now too.
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“I know this seems crazy, but I’ve never felt so sure of something. It’s amazing that I can feel so certain of this, of you,” Kira says the next time they meet. “And I want to be with you, if you want me to, so will you marry me?”
“Absolutely,” Malia says, without a hint of hesitation, so absolutely proud of Kira for going for what she wants.
And Kira cries because she gets that for the rest of her life.
-
They finally meet in person, and god but when have two people ever smiled so brightly?
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Theo waits longer than Kira did, because he knows that even though Stiles came here knowing how this process went, Stiles didn’t really expect to find someone who wanted him.
But he did, and Theo’s not shy about telling him. 
He tries not to push, but sometimes he shows how he knows they’re leaving here together, saying things like, “After this, I’m going to take you to-” and “I can’t wait to see your smile.” And- and this was the real kicker for Stiles, “Tara’s gonna adore you.”
He doesn’t wait until the last day though, doesn’t want to put Stiles through having to think that Theo’s not going to ask him.
He keeps it simple, because he knows how little Stiles is likely to believe him, but he speaks with such conviction, because he means what he says:
“I want all of you, everything you’ll give me. And that’s not going to change, Stiles.”
And Stiles is standing on his side of the wall, not wanting to believe that this is real, but knowing that it is, and he hasn’t been this terrified in years
And he thinks about all the times he’s been terrified in his life, all the times he didn’t do what was right for him, sucks in a breath when he realizes that he knows this is what’s right for him- and the fact that he believes what Theo’s saying has Stiles, for once in his life, doing right by himself.
So he agrees.
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So just imagine, them meeting face to face, how Stiles is breathing hard, standing there, seeing this person who made him feel- feel like he- god, feel like this, he thinks, as Theo’s right in front of him now, pulling Stiles against him, looking up at him like he was something to look at, like after knowing so many of the worst parts of him, that he was still someone to want.
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Kira and Malia have a dance on their pre-honeymoon sort of like in canon, where Kira starts out awkward, which is adorable, but Malia helps her feel more in control of her body, and comfortable with her movements and having fun instead of worrying about how she looks. At the end, Malia’s like, “Yeah, that was sexy as hell.”
And Kira really likes that.
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So yeah, it’s possible that Theo and Stiles actually go through with the wedding, but because the whole ‘getting married after four months’ things was kind of stupid, and seemed like an entirely different variable in the ‘experiment’, it’s also very probable that Stiles, as Stiles does, freaks out about the whole thing, and worries about his father and if this doesn’t work out and how this is moving so fucking fast and Theo doesn’t want him to feel anxious about them, so he just says, “So we don’t get married right now and we don’t break up.”
Stiles stumbles over his words here and finally settles on, “But aren’t we like, contractually obliged to have a wedding?”
“I think we were also contractually obligated to date bunch of people in pods and I didn’t let that get in our way.”
“So, you’re just gonna say, ‘hey, fuck you Nick Lachey’?”
“Fuck Nick Lachey.”
“…alright then.”
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ariesbilly · 4 years
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Share your feelings on that BMW ep
season 3 episode 15 entitled “the heart is a lonely hunter” is, if im remembering correctly, the first time the show really brings up shawns “ladies man” status and subsequently deconstructs it
shawn is never seen committing to one girl (and as we later will find out in season 5, he has a strict 2 week rule which honestly shouldnt have even existed after this episode but boy meets worlds continuity was a mess so i digress. although... i’ll get more into that theory later). anyone even remotely familiar with shawn hunter as a character knows why; the boys got some serious abandonment issues. his mother left, his father was a mess and ultimately left, you can even argue to an extent shawn felt abandoned by cory once he started dating topanga (and well all know that manifests itself in the wedding episode) - which, to add on to that, shawn also finds himself completely latching on to that relationship because theyre the only stable loving relationships hes known
so anyway, youve got this episode where shawns got his first like, real crush on a girl. its not just “she’s pretty lets make out”. he actually wants to date her, he likes her, but hes got this playboy reputation and he doesnt know how to do anything else, because hes too afraid too. so hes got this reputation and he doesnt know date someone without it just being physical, which leads to her dumping him because theyre just too different for her liking. she wants someone like cory. and its not that shawns a bad guy but like... obviously he and cory have very different tactics when it comes to dating. 
which leads me to topanga laying into him about how shawn doesnt understand women and he only wants one thing out of them. shawn isnt a bad guy. his intentions are never to just use women up and dispose them when hes done. its not about them, its about him. its because shawns scared of getting hurt. its because shawns scared of getting left again. he doesnt want to get attached because its his experience that getting attached just leads to heartbreak. AND on top of that, you have shawn basically admitting that he doesnt think he belongs with girls like dana, who are nice and wholesome and sweet. 
you have this scene where he flat out says he belongs with “fast flashy girls”. the boy has never had a high opinion of himself and it shows
BUT HERES THE KICKER BABY (yall really thought i was gonna go on a shawn hunter rant and not discuss the blatant gayness that coats every fiber of his being...)
that very scene i linked, you have turner telling shawn that most important relationship in his life (cory) is with someone who is not fast and flashy, but in fact the very type of person shawn doesnt think hes worthy of. HE ALREADY HAS IT! HE’S HAD IN THE WHOLE TIME!!
“this is your best relationship. you listen to each other and you really trust each other”
the implications that shawn is going around with all these different girls and nothing ever sticks but his best friend is the relationship he’s been looking for all along ??? HELLO ??
and is it any wonder that even after dana and this breakthrough shawn had made he still couldnt commit to any girl until angela? 
could it be because of his repressed homosexual feelings for his best friend cornelius matthews who was happily taken so shawn had two things going against him there on that one 
IN CONCLUSION shawn hunter was running through women to distract himself from his own feelings of inadequacy on a multitude of levels and i have more to say about shawn and relationships beyond this episode but i’ll end this here 
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the hot tea || chapter 06
⇥ synopsis : your best friend, Jackson, never fails to argue against your apathy toward love and romance, but his plan to confess his true feelings toward you is rudely interrupted when you start a blog chronicling your past relationships...
⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dialogue, recurring alcohol or drug use, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!
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“I’m the only guy I know going with his girlfriend to pick out prom dresses.”
The international school you both attended liked to do things completely out of order. Your friends in America had already enjoyed their prom, meanwhile you were only a day past final exams and graduation was looming next week. The timing could not have been more chaotic.
Glancing over your shoulder, you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend as he trudged behind you and said, “That’s because I wasn’t planning on going and this is last minute. All the girls have already gotten theirs and I am not doing this alone.”
Like a petulant child, Mark huffed, “Fine.”
You threw up your hands. “Not my fault you asked me to be your girlfriend a week before prom.”
Mark muttered under his breath, “I was gonna ask you to be my date anyway.”
You stopped, meeting his eyes. “You were?”
“Duh.”
Smiling, you cooed a high-pitched. “Awe.”
Mark shook his head with a laugh and teased, “Focus.”
“Yes, dear,” you retorted.
The next time you met eyes with your boyfriend of one week, you were stepping out of the dressing room in a sapphire colored gown that was much too long.
Mark glanced up from his phone and bobbed his head in approval. “Very nice,” he said in a low tone of voice.
You mulled over yourself in the adjacent mirror, hands on your hips. “A little boring, huh?”
He droned, “It’s only the first one, am I right?”
“You sound thrilled.”
Mark pointed at the door. “Next!”
“Ugh,” you grumbled, returning to the dressing room.
The next gown was fiery red, the colors falling in an ombre down the length of your body. It was a bit ornate for your tastes, but maybe Mark would be into you making a bold fashion statement.
When you stepped out, Mark took one look and lifted a piece of paper he had managed to find in the five minutes it took you to get dressed.
On it was written, nope.
“Seriously?” you snapped, feigning annoyance.
Mark shrugged and replied playfully, “That’s how I feel.”
“Alright,” you exhaled, sashaying back into the dressing room.
Five dresses later, you had only seen the other side of his sign (which read “yep”) on one dress; dark green with a rhinestone encrusted bodice. It was pretty, but you were hoping for something better.
Next came hot pink taffeta, billowing in heavy layers. It was downright hideous. But you knew Mark was losing the will to live and you wanted to get a laugh out of him.
Which you did rather triumphantly.
Mark tossed his head back and laughed until his eyes scrunched. You put your hands on your waist and strutted toward him in your best model runway walk, turning dramatically before him in the ugly dress.
“Yeah, that’s the winner,” said Mark with a slow clap of his hands.
You snorted, amazed how loud the material was with every step you took. “Last one, babe,” you told him as you swished your hips from side to side on your way back to the dressing room.
Mark cast his gaze upward toward the ceiling and groaned, “There is a God.”
Donning the final prom gown option, you glanced at yourself in the mirror and knew this one was the kicker. Gold with cream-colored patterns winding around your middle, it hugged your curves with delight and draped silkily down your legs with a sheer gossamer layer trailing behind you.
You stepped out, eyes on your toes before glancing up to hear the verdict. Mark simply stared, his eyes raking over every inch of you on display before him. A goddess had just stepped out from the dressing room. You were practically glowing.
“Well?” you asked sheepishly.
Mark held up the “yep” sign high above his head with both hands.
You smiled, tucking hair behind your ear. “You alright with wearing a gold tie?”
“I would wear a clown bow if it meant I got to look at you in that for a night.”
You were impressed. “Wow.”
“Damn,” Mark added.
“Looks like we have our dress then,” you spoke softly, a little taken aback by the fire in his eyes. “I’ll take it off, swipe my Dad’s credit card, and we can finally go.”
Mark gave you a thumbs up. “Sounds like a plan.”
The joking and teasing was long gone from before. Your heart had picked up speed in your chest. Never had Mark looked at you like that - like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. You would never forget the sight of his jaw scraping across the ground.
Smiling to yourself like a giddy little girl, you tugged at the zipper and didn’t bat an eye when it refused to budge. Moving your arms around, you tried again and still no movement. You made a few more attempts to no avail and that was when you panicked.
“Mark?”
He called back, “Yeah?”
“I, um, well…,” you trailed.
“I’ve got all day,” he deadpanned.
Your face was hot with embarrassment. “The zipper is stuck.”
Mark’s heart skipped a beat. The hour of misery was officially worth it. “I’m coming in,” he announced, moving rather briskly to the dressing room door.
You cracked it open, only revealing one of your eyes and a glimpse of your stern frown. “Do not get me in trouble,” you hissed.
He placed his palms together in front of his chest. “Cross my heart.”
You opened the door, pulled him inside, and locked it swiftly.
“What does this remind me of?” your boyfriend teased, reflecting on that night at the party. The first time you two kissed.
The memory came blazing back into your mind, too. Of that little closet where Mark finally revealed his feelings to you. But you were in too big of a crisis at the moment to linger in it. “Oh, hush, Tuan. I need assistance.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” he teased. In all your time together, he had never looked so mischievous.
Holding up a finger, you told him, “Under no circumstances are you to make any comments about my bra or underwear.”
Mark wiggled his brows. “Are they matching?”
“For fuck’s sake, you’re such a boy.”
“Language,” Mark quipped, never passing up the opportunity to get under your skin. You had been best friends much, much longer than lovers. “Turn around and let me help you.”
You grumbled, but did as told, putting your back to him and drawing your hair out of the way.
Mark stepped closer, close enough you could feel the warmth of his presence on your bare shoulders. His fingers clasped the zipper and tugged, finding some resistance. With a few more pulls, the thing gave way and Mark drew it down your spine.
Had the zipper been that far down when you put the dress on? Your cheeks were flushing with heat when he finally brought it to the end. At the lowest curve of your back where the hem of your pink panties were peeking.
“Okay,” Mark whispered.
“Thank you,” was all you could muster, swallowing the lump in your throat at the tension that had managed to fill the tiny dressing room in the past few seconds.
Mark called your name.
“Yes?”
His voice was a low, hungry growl, “How does your skin look so soft?”
You blushed even more. “It’s probably the lighting in here.”
His eyes were roaming up and down your naked back. Clenching his hands into fists, they were borderline shaking as he staved off the urge to touch you.
“You know, it would take no time at all for me to flick this bra off,” Mark commented offhandedly, but almost in a challenge.
You chuckled. “As someone who has been wearing bras for years, it’s definitely not that easy.”
Mark slipped a finger under your bra strap and let it go before you could realize what he had done. The strap smacked against your skin with a loud, echoing crack and you exclaimed his name in surprise, whipping around to scold your boyfriend for being such an obnoxious brat.
“You little…”
Mark backed you into the wall, enclosing you in his arms and pressing his lips to yours. You smiled against his mouth, wanting so badly to giggle. Carding your fingers into his hair, you kissed him back with abandon.
You liked kissing Mark. Over the past few days, it had clearly become one of your favorite pastimes. The two of you kissed like it was second nature and you just couldn’t stop. You finally understood what puppy love was like. You wanted to be around each other constantly. Your heart hurt when he wasn’t within arm’s reach.
His hurried kisses began to slow and you felt your body thrumming with excitement, but also a longing for something more. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you battled him for dominance, tugging your grip on his hair and humming softly with contentment.
Mark made a noise, like he was trying to say something but didn’t want to be parted from your lips for even a second. However, the sound you had just made registered squarely in his pants. Finally, he broke the kiss and dropped his head to rest on your shoulder, whining quietly, “We have to stop.”
“Why?” you pouted, wrapping your arms around his waist snugly.
Your boyfriend retorted, “Or I’m going to be walking around the mall with a raging boner.”
You snorted a laugh and quickly covered your face with both hands, hiding in embarrassment.
Mark was snickering, grabbing your wrists and trying to pry them away so he could see your flustered expression. One look at the grin he was sporting made you want to melt.
“I’m sorry,” you teased. “This is the first time I’ve ever… caused one of those.”
“No, it’s not,” Mark replied without missing a beat.
“Oh, god,” you mumbled, wanting to vanish into the wall out of sight.
Mark grabbed your hands again before you could hide behind them and leaned forward to peck the most delicate of kisses on your nose. “I really, really like kissing you,” he whispered, sweet as could be.
“So do I,” you said softly, your attention falling back to his lips. Damn it, you wanted to steal another kiss.
Mark lowered his head shyly, then reached forward to grab the strap of your dress and return it to its position on your shoulder like a gentleman. In all the commotion, you had forgotten the dress was only hanging on by those two straps.
“My vote is for this one,” he said, shuffling toward the door but never turning away from you.
You held the gown securely with your hands, feeling the sharp cold of the wall on your bare back. “Then we have a winner.”
“Okay, I’m going back out here now.”
“I’m right behind you.”
He stepped out, closing the door behind him, and you were left to smile like a blissful idiot.
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Closing the laptop, you let go a heavy sigh, resting your head on your hand. Your phone chimed again. Jackson would be on his way to your place after meeting with his friend, but the trip down memory lane spoiled your mood.
Well, your mood for sex at least. After writing and posting the latest entry to your blog, you found you weren’t in the mood to have your brains fucked out.
Downstairs, unbeknownst to you, Jackson finished sending his text to you and slipped the phone into his back pocket. Mark stepped through the door, making the little bell jingle and greeted his friend warmly.
“What’s up, brother?” Jackson replied, grasping his hand.
“All good,” said Mark. “And you?”
Jackson gleamed. “Work hard. Play hard.”
“Still stealing my shit, huh?” Mark joked.
Jackson gulped. The thought of you moaning his name beneath him flashed through his mind.
The two proceeded to chat, catching up. Though they were best friends, life had kept them apart. Busy schedules came before best friends. But deep down, Jackson knew he didn’t make as much effort as he could to see him.
Jackson was an awful liar and the less situations he had to lie in, the better off he was. Mark would never approve of you, his first love, being in Jackson’s bed and Jackson damn well knew that.
“How is she?” Mark asked after some time had passed.
Jackson sucked in a breath. Mark introduced you to him, as a landlord not as a potential partner. He would never speak to him again if he knew you were sleeping together.
“She’s doing good, man,” Jackson finally answered. “Works like a dog. Just like the rest of us.”
Mark nodded. “She called me the other night.”
Jackson strained to hide his surprise, suddenly very nervous. “Oh?”
“Yeah, she sounded kinda off.”
“She’s my friend. I see her all the time.” Jackson paused, choosing his words carefully. “I tell her that she works too hard.”
Mark ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I know I screwed up in a lot of ways, but she’s a good person and she means something to me. I still... just want the best for her.”
“I understand.”
There was a brief, awkward silence. Mark predictably expected Jackson to fill the void with his usual chatty disposition, but Jackson didn’t dare risk giving any hint to the nature of his relationship with you.
Having somewhere to be, Mark stood to leave not long after, embracing his friend and saying, “Next time you’re on my side of town, drop in. I can show you the new setup.”
Jackson agreed he would and added with amusement, “You go through gaming computers faster than you do girls.”
Mark chortled, but his voice was melancholy. “Hey, when you’ve already had Mrs. Right, all you’re left with is Mrs. Right Now.”
Blinking in surprise, Jackson thought of you again and another piece of the puzzle seemed to fall into place.
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prorevenge · 5 years
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Racist mom tries to bribe son to dump me, I gain power over everything she cares about.
This is gonna be a LONG post lol, may have gotten exact timing sequences out of order.
Met a guy that we had mutual friends with and invited him to hang out with my friends and do fun stuff. Later learned he was not even allowed to hang out with my crowd cuz his mother was the very strict and hypocritical sort who thought everyone else was inferior to her precious kids. Guy was telling them he was doing work or something. Eventually he told them he wanted to date me and they flipped. The dad doesn’t have much say in the house and the mom (EM) was livid.
You know how Amish people don’t like rock and “sinful” music? Or females that wear shorts and tanks? Yuuup basically her. She went through my social medias and literally compiled and printed out giant lists of every country song I’d ever posted or concert I’d been to or clothing she thought was too provocative along and gave it to the pastors at both of our churches. EP called MY mom at 2am a couple times to rant and rave about “how could she let her daughter do such sinful things and flirt with boys yada yada yada”. She made racist remarks to Guy (I’m a super cute half Asian half messican, and all of his family is pale white golden haired angels) and even asked him if I’d molested him (I’m 5’ 2” and he’s literally a foot taller than me) and if that’s why he wanted to date and marry me. He was still at home and they went on a family trip to Colorado. Or as it turned out to be an exorcism style prayer meeting over Guy because EM just knows there must be a demon or something wrong with him. Oh and this was only within a span of a few months while he saved up to move the hell out.
Nope not over yet. EM then was harassing his work, his new church pastors (mine), his friends, got one of his business partners to leave him with lies that Guy is “bipolar” and “Schizophrenic”, thankfully most of the people had our back and we had some good laughs over what outrageous things they told us. Even driving an hour and a half to his apartment (I know dumb move to let them know where he moved to), in the middle of the night a couple times to harass and berate him and blubber about how everyone would judge her and how her reputation was going to suffer and church standing, she even dragged his two younger siblings into it all and told him they were heartbroken that he moved out and all the reasons he needed to move back home. Cue even more fun, one night he was just done so when they showed up to again try and bully him into moving back home or at least dumping me, he just up and left. Got in his mini and drove away. AND THEY FOLLOWED HIM. Unbelievable right? He used to race his mini so he lost them pretty quickly and booked it over to where I lived and spent the night there. I know, why not call the cops right? Well there was no physical damage or threats thereof. Yes she’s been verbally and borderline physically abusive to him growing up, think patriarchy super conservatives but it’s a matriarchy. At one point EM asked Guy what it would take for him to dump me, what amount of money could she pay him (Guys dad makes buttloads of moola, yeah those kind of people) to get me out of his life and for him to move back home. SHE TRIED TO BRIBE HIM TO LEAVE ME. She’d threatened to disown him and all the typical rich EP stuff before and knew he didn’t care. EM even called all his guy friends and asked if Guy has ever had any “homosexual” tendencies etc. Next month Guy proposed, and EM was SO MAD that she heard about it for the first time from a mutual friend congratulating her on the upcoming wedding! So of course she calls all the pastors and REEEEs about how we’ve been living in sin (kicker, we hadn’t even done the dirty dance but she didn’t bother asking) and telling everyone that they shouldn’t attend the wedding etc. Yea call us prudes :p EM also printed out all the reasons why I wasn’t good enough for her son and handed those out like candy to church leaders. Then when that had no effect she switched tactics and did the same thing with all her reasons why he was immature and shouldn’t get married and should move back home and be parented. Still no effect, except my dad at a huge meeting where she tried to distribute those, gathered them all back up and handed them to her and told her to stop slandering us and said how ungodly that was. And she stood there baffled and all the other people present agreed with my dad and told her to put those papers away. EMs exact words “but but I thought the very reason everyone is here is to show Guy why he needs to leave that girl and move back home!” I couldn’t help a giggle and a few other people couldn’t either. That meeting is a whole nother story, it was hilarious.
Where is the revenge you ask? Well all that was just the tip of the iceberg of course, but the revenge has been pretty simple. Spend a few obvious nights (SLEEPING ONLY) at his place, just to trigger her, but ofc our pastors and friends knew we’d committed to abstinence our entire lives up to the wedding (hella yea wedding night was killer) and other things like that to get under her skin but nothing that anyone else thought was bad. Very publicly plan and execute a HUGE wedding (over 500 people) and tell everyone about how our relationship is so beautiful and holy and how Gods destiny brought us together yada yada. She made a couple extra hoops for our pastors but we jumped through them with flying colors and everyone except her thought we were the cutest most Christian kosher thing. So basically to save face she had to fake smile and accept all the congratulations and be secretly embarrassed that we didn’t invite her to the wedding showers (she said she never wanted to see me and wouldn’t go to the wedding) and made excuses as to why she hadn’t gone, EM couldn’t tell her friends that we hadn’t invited her now could she? She went after the best man too and he almost decided against being the best man she was such a hassle and he was a pushover, but I told him the best passive way to deal with her is tell her that he wants to be there for his friend and how could she argue with that? She didn’t. But of course, what’s better than forcing her to attend the wedding but not allowing her to ruin it? Extremely petty I know, but I’m a drama llama and have enjoyed 98% of all this. I of course get ahold of EMs own mom and get to know her and she’s very sweet and loves me to death, along with Guys siblings and his dad, as many of EMs own friends and their families etc. So everyone loves me and when we invite them all to the wedding, they strong arm her into coming. I have my cop friends who have been having a heyday hearing about all this drama coming in for the wedding, one of them I make my MC so if she tried anything, not only would they take care of her swiftly, but she would also deeply embarrass herself because there was no denying that there were 500+ people there who loved Guy and I, including a lot of her friends. The ceremony was great, went off without a hitch, oh wait... I am not a bridezilla so if anything went wrong it was fine and the drama was cracking me up, I was a little disappointed she didn’t try anything drastic, but I could see on her face the entire time that EMs smile was sooo fake, and I got reports that she was seen crying outside later. Watching people congratulate her was priceless. When my own friends congratulated her a few of them later told me that she seemed surprised that I had any “respectable” friends (her literal words) who thought well of me. And no I’d arranged her to be only in one photo so she couldn’t ruin any others.
Oh and our wedding day was only the 3rd time she’d ever set eyes on me. She was against me from the start for almost a year without ever having spoken a word or ever seen me in person. Take that EM. To this day I have no idea what was her real beef with me. Happy ending: now that I provided the first grandkids, to my chagrin they’re like baby Targaryens they’re so white, and of course she’s too “young” to be a grandma so she’s called “nana”, but we laid down ground rules and she knows we will ostracize her at the drop of a hat, and she has kissed butt so hard and to her credit done her best to mend everything without ever really actually mentioning any of it. It’s great. We have holidays and fun visits in between and she showers us with super expensive gifts and will drop everything possible to help if we need anything. I think we’re friends now. One day I think she might bring it all up and try and play the victim, idk, but she’ll be hit with a carefully detailed account of everything that went down, in case her memory “fails” her. I can forgive but I’ll never forget, after all, I got my delicious revenge. Power over everything she holds dear and the evidence to expose whatever she hasn’t already done by her own dumb self and absolutely ruin her reputation and community and church standing. I feel really good right now
TLDR entitles mom wants to be petty about me dating her son so I take petty to another universe levels and crush her with epicc facts and logic and hold all the cards to ruin her life now
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winchester90210 · 5 years
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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x04: The First Time
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Song: With or Without You - U2 Spotify or Youtube
Chapter Summary: Tensions run high when old flames reunite.
Pairing: Brief Reader/Daniel (OMC who’s literally in like a paragraph total.) And what you’ve all been waiting for: the beginning of some Reader/Brandon.
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, kissing, alcohol, asshole boyfriend, drunk reader, lots of platonic affection, jealousy, SO. MUCH. DRAMA.
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Word count: 4,500
A/N: This has to be one of my favorites episodes that I’ve written. The drama, the buildup to a romantic relationship, I love it. Tags are at the bottom, shoot me a message if you would like to be added! Next week we’ll be taking on 1x06: Higher Education!
“Where’s the snow, Eric? The leaves? That little nip in the air? Oh, right. Winter doesn’t exist here. There’s no fall, the leaves don’t even turn color! They’re just…brown. And not even a nice autumn brown but like a…gross sickly brown. And the air quality index? What the hell is that? You have to check something every morning to find out if it’s safe to breathe?!” You rant, and throw your hands in the air. There’s an air of playfulness behind your rant. “We’re in the middle of November and there’s a heat wave!”
“Chill out, Y/N/N. At least we’re not knee-deep in snow or coming inside with frostbite every day,” Your brother rolls his eyes as you sit on his egyptian cotton bed.
“But the snow, Eric-” You begin your rant again when you’re cut off by his door swinging open and your mother standing with the white cordless phone in her hand.
“It’s Daniel,” She says. Daniel?? Wisconsin Daniel?? You launch yourself at the phone and bolt into your room, holding the phone clutch at your ear.
“Daniel?” You ask urgently, shutting your white wooden door behind you with a click.
“Hey, sweetheart,” You can’t believe it’s him. He was one of the reasons you were so hellbound on staying in Madison. “Can’t wait to see you on Friday,” You can feel his smirk through the phone as he speaks.
“What?!”
“I’m flying in from Minneapolis on Friday morning,” You could die. Right then and there. Your boyfriend was coming. Well… sort of boyfriend. You broke up before you moved out of Wisconsin, deciding long distance wouldn’t have worked.
“Minneapolis? But Dane Regional flies direct,” You state, lying down onto your bed. You feel the soft pink pillows against your back. There’s a long hesitation.
“I’ll- I’ll explain when I get there, okay? Your parents even agreed to let me stay the weekend,” You grin at that. “It’s time, yeah?” Wait…time for- oh my god.
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The next morning, you’re dashing into school with Brandon, until you spot Andrea.
“Hey, Andrea,” He begins, hand on her shoulder getting her attention, “Can you get someone to cover the football game for me against Beverly High on Saturday?”
“I thought you said it was supposed to be one of the biggest games of the year,” She replies.
“Well, it is, but uh something important came up. Right out of the blue, totally unexpected.”
Andrea turns to you, brushing Brandon off for now, “What do you need, Y/N?”
“I need to get out of the school elections report on Friday night,” You say, walking side by side with them.
“Alright… Do you guys have dates or something?” She laughs.
“Old girlfriend from Minneapolis,” Oh. So he does have a date… Cool.
“Oh, why didn’t you just say so? How long were you guys together?” She pries. Who cares? Not you. You don’t care at all. It wasn’t any of your business.
“A year,”
“And then…what happened?” She shrugs, trying to get him to go on. Oh, please don’t.
“We cut each other loose. I don’t believe in long distance relationships,” Makes sense. Valid point. Totally understandable. Good on you, Brandon.
“Oh, same here. My boyfriend’s coming in from Madison.”
“You have a boyfriend?” His head tilts, and they both turn to you.
“Yeah, from… Madison…” You trail off. You’re pretty sure you said that already.
“How long have you guys been together?” Brandon interrogates.
“A years and a half,” you begin, “But he’s not my boyfriend. We decided to be a little more open once I moved, y'know, see other people.” You look at their intrigued gazes. “You guys are really nosey, aren’t you?” You tease.
“I’m a journalist, I’m supposed to be,” Andrea quips before turning down the hall. You catch up with Brenda, Kelly, and Donna down the hall.
“You know what I haven’t been able to figure out ever since I’ve gotten here?” Brenda asks, “How could somebody so gorgeous be an Algebra teacher?” All four of you shift your gazes to the tall muscular man, standing at a classroom’s doorway. “I mean, it’s like he should be a lifeguard or a ski instructor or something!”
“Yeah, he should definitely be working outdoors,” Donna agrees.
“Or indoors,” You joke, raising an eyebrow. You all hush down giggles as the teacher walks over. “I gotta head to the robotics lab, see ya…” You start to walk off. “Good luck, Bren,” you wink.
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You fumble with your screwdriver as Dylan holds the contraption still. You didn’t even like robotics, but it was the only thing that would fit into your schedule.
“You alright, Y/N/N? You’ve been a nervous wreck this whole class. What’s going on?” Dylan asks. You pause, setting down your screwdriver with a clank.
“My boyfriend’s coming to visit.” Your voice is completely flat as you speak.
“Boyfriend? What about… you know?” He implies, his hands brushing the metal table.
“I thought we agreed not to talk about it,” You whisper to him. “From Madison. Did I not tell you about him?” Your voice returns to normal volume, as to not raise suspicion.
“No, you didn’t.” He states, both of you maintaining intense eye contact as he looks down at you. “Well, he’s like, totally sexy, and SO smart… he like, reads and everything!” You joke, getting Dylan to break away from his intense gaze with a laugh. “He’s really cool, though. He’s sweet, totally gorgeous, loves old movies, classic books,” You really are excited to see him again. You smile fondly.
“Sounds pretentious…” You hear Brandon mumble. “My girlfriend is visiting too, she’s great.” He speaks up, rising from his chair across the room. Oh boy. Here we go again.
“See, the great thing about Sheryl is that not only is she beautiful, but she’s got this incredible personality. I haven’t met many girls out here yet that could even compare to her,” He strides over to you and Dylan, bringing his robotic parts and adjusting the wires. Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up. Please. You have the biggest urge to start banging your head against the table as you avoid both of their gazes. Dylan looks to you, and then looks at him.
“Brandon, I think your memory’s playing tricks on you. We have some major lookers at this school,” You could swear his eyes drift to you again, but you brush it off as you silently work on your part of the robot.
“Nah, but she’s more…real.” Yeah, sure. Whatever.
“Give me a break. She sleeps with you, of course you think she’s special,” Dylan jeers. Your hands tense, you set everything down.
“I didn’t say that!” Brandon argues.
“You mean she doesn’t sleep with you? Does she at least like, read” You suppress a laugh at him, rolling your eyes.
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After class, you meet up with Dylan at the end of the hall. He stops you, putting his hands on your shoulders briefly.
“You should bring this guy around the Bel Age, I want to meet him,” He wiggles his eyebrows. What was he up to?
“I’ll think about it,” You respond, eyeing him up.
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Your parents were out for the night, so it was just you, Daniel, and Eric.
You grab Daniel’s hand, leading him up the steps. Shame on your parents for leaving you alone, tsk tsk.
“It’s really good to see you again,” you smile and he gives you a chaste kiss.
“I really missed you,” He plays with the hem of your shirt.
Wait. Now? Yeah, okay.
You kiss him deeply as he leads you backwards onto your bed, his hands around your waist. He begins unbuttoning your shirt but stalls, pulling himself off of you hastily.
“About Minneapolis…” He begins. Really? Now? This is when he wants to do this? “My folks and I moved there not long after you moved down here.” You sense something taut in his voice.
“I… met a girl there.” Oh.
“You met a girl…” You repeat it back, nodding as the gears in your brain working to process this. A girl. Okay. You can deal with that. Girls are great.
“And…we kinda hit it off.” Oh. Cool. Wonderful. Perfect. You slowly move off of your bed, eyes slightly wide, jaw agape. You knew the words were coming but they hit you swiftly, like a punch in the gut.
“And…and that’s it. Right? You guys are great buddies? Friends?” A bottomless pit grew inside you as your eyes welled up. You felt like the ground was about to swallow you up, or at least you wanted it to.
“I had sex with her.” There’s the kicker. “Her name’s Sheryl, you’d really like her! I swear.” Was he really trying to give a sales pitch?? What the fuck. Brushing off how dumb your boyfriend was being and how awful you felt, you were more intrigued by something else.
“With a C or an S?” You button up your shirt, the bottomless pit becoming more of a…garbage fire. Your voice is cold and hard.
“Wh- An S, why?” Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my GOD. You were going to be sick.
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Everyone was in bed, Daniel was sleeping in one of four guest rooms, and you were staring at your ceiling. Do you tell Brandon? Do you let him carry on being grossly in love with her? Or do you tell him the truth, ultimately destroying him?
You grab the landline on your nightstand and dial his number, and then you check the clock. Midnight. Shit.
You hear him pick up, “Hello?”
“Don’t sleep with her.”
“What?”
“Trust me. Just…don’t,” You hang up abruptly. That might have been a huge mistake.
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You sit at the restaurant connected to the Bel Age as you wait for Dylan, Brandon, and that other chick to get here. Daniel hasn’t said a word to you the entire time, and vice versa.
“Hey, Y/N/N,”
“Dylan,” You greet him. Sheryl and Brandon trail not far behind him.
“Y/N,” Brandon greets, a hard glaze to his voice.
“Brandon,” You match his tone.
“Sheryl?”
“Daniel?!”
“Do you guys know each other?” Brandon asks, eyebrows knitted together.
“We met at the airport!” Sheryl exclaims, a phony smile on her face. “So good to see you again!”
“Yeah…”
Brandon looks at you, then Sheryl, then Daniel.
“I’m going to the washroom. Something movie stars do, by the way,” he says, looking to Sheryl.
“I’ve gotta wash up too,” You join him.
“And I’ll help,” Daniel says. Brandon walks off to the bathroom while Daniel pulls you aside.
“Did you plan this?” He accuses, arms folded and brown hair disheveled after he runs his hands through it.
“I had no idea!” You argue, stopping in your tracks.
“Yeah, right. You’re being a major bitch, you know that?” He sneers, a low tone and a tightness in his voice. You shake your head, arms crossed. Where the hell did this come from?
“I’m not doing this with you right now,” you dismiss. He grabs your arm, and you flinch, surprised.
“Hey, back off, man!” A voice comes from behind you, and he immediately releases your arm.
“Dylam, it’s fine. I can handle it.”
“Go sit down, Y/N/N,” Dylan warns. You hesitantly sit at the table and watch as they talk. But unfortunately, they’re too far away for you to hear.
“If you put another hand on her again, you won’t be making it back to Wisconsin, buddy.” He threatens, furrowed eyebrows. Both men storm back to the table, tension in the air.
“Oh, Dylan told me how he knows how to get us into this great club tonight,” Sheryl fawns.
“Great,” Brandon gives a lackluster smile.
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Dylan pulls up his Porsche into the Walsh’s driveway as the engine hums. Brandon and Brenda plus Sheryl run out of the house. Sheryl stops dead in her tracks as she sees the speedster. You hop out of the passengers seat and walk onto the drive way, the heels of your shoes clicking.
“What a cool car!”
“Yeah, it’s alright,” He dismisses
“Can I get in?” She enthuses.
“Come on, Sheryl, we’ve gotta drop Brenda off,” Brandon calls out, sister at his side.
“Mind if I ride with Dylan?”
Brandon hesitates. “Sure, if that’s what you want.” What’s with her?
“I mean, when am I ever gonna get a chance to ride in a Porsche again?”
“Actually, Sheryl, Y/N was going to-” Dylan begins.
“I was just about to hop into Brandon’s car anyway,” You cut him off.
“Are you sure?”
“If it’s alright with Brandon,” You add.
“Yeah, it’s alright with me,” He nods.
“Brandon, could you possibly move a little slower?” Brenda pipes in, sarcasm lacing her tongue.
Brandon watches as Sheryl and Dylan drive off, an exasperated look on his face.
-
“Is it just me or is Sheryl acting a little weird today?” Brandon puts the car in park, his voice low.
“I don’t know. She seems the same to me… I thought you guys were having a good time?” Brenda replies.
“We are, we are. It’s just… she’s so into this whole Beverly Hills thing– The houses, the stores, the cars.”
“You mean like Dylan’s car?” You lean up from the backseat. How did you get stuck with the backseat again?
“Yeah. Kind of…” He sighs, “Didn’t she seem a little too enthusiastic about getting a ride from him tonight?”
“Well, take a look at the option,” Brenda smirks.
“Obviously she doesn’t like me for my car. Dylan didn’t seem too unhappy about the idea either,”
“Brandon, he’s your friend. Our friend. He wouldn’t hit on your girlfriend,” You try to ease his mind.
“I guess you’re right…but they’re just acting a little weird, that’s all,” He says. Brenda hops out of the car as soon as he stops, racing over to the front door.
It’s dead silent on the way to the club, your thoughts are churning out faster than you could process. You had so much you wanted to tell him, but nothing felt right. So, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
“Did you sleep with her?”
“What?” Nice going, Y/N/N.
“…Did you sleep with her?” Can’t back out now, I guess.
“No… I didn’t. Your call really freaked me out last night, what was that even about, anyway?”
“Just trust me, okay?” You huff, “You having a virginity pact with Sheryl or whatever it was…wasn’t a good idea.”
“Look, it’s none of your business, alright?!”
“It’s my business when she’s sleeping with my boyfriend!”
His face drops and he falls silent, grip going lax on the steering wheel. You peek at his face, guilt suddenly dipping you apart. He laughs sourly, head shaking.
“I should’ve known.”
“You couldn’t have.”
“I knew that guy was no good. He treats you like garbage, he sleeps with you, he sleeps with Sheryl. Is nothing off limits to him?”
You don’t answer, deciding it’s best to let him simmer down. Besides, you were almost to the club and didn’t want to feel any worse than you did right now.
Boy, this was sure to be fun, huh?
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You and Brandon march out of the car and over to the entrance of Contact, crowds of arguing people lined up at the front. You watch as Brandon goes to the other side of the rope, simply stepping over it. The guard goes to reprimand him, but starts to lose control of the line. You hop over the rope yourself when Brandon grabs your hand, racing both of you into the club. It’s a total sensory overload– Loud pop music, flashing lights, people drinking and dancing.
But you spot two people in the middle of the crowd. The girl’s arms around the guy’s neck as they sway to the pumping pop. You were going to kill Dylan… if Brandon didn’t get to him first. He bolts down the stairs, making his way over to his friends. You follow him hoping to stop him before he gets to them, but it’s too late as he speaks to Dylan with a loud, sharp “Hey.”
Well… that’s your cue to leave. You can’t stand to be in the middle of the Brandon/Dylan throwdown right now. You just need a drink. You’ll go over there if things turn bad. Ordering a few shots of whatever Patron was, you turn your back to the bar– looking to see any signs of a brawl, a murder, anything that could signal that things went south. The bartender hands you your shot glasses and you throw them back, a sharp burning in your throat. What you didn’t expect tonight was for alcohol to be so majorly disgusting. Wow. You’re never doing that again.
You watch the crowd groan and pause, while Sheryl runs out. Pushing your way into the dance floor you spot Dylan on the ground holding his face. Okay, maybe Brandon was the asshole tonight. Dylan rises to his feet, grabbing B by the shirt.
“You better figure out who your friends are,” He spits out. You bulldoze your way closer as Dylan pushes him away. Brandon storms over to Sheryl.
“What the hell is the matter with you?” You call out.
“What’s the matter with me? I think you’re talking to the wrong guy here, Y/N/N,” He replies, tone bitter.
“Why couldn’t you just leave Sheryl alone?! You could probably date any girl in school and you chose the one dating your best friend?!”
“I didn’t choose anything! She hit on me!”
“You weren’t exactly pushing her away!”
“Look… I don’t know what your problem is, but I have no interest in Brandon’s girlfriend!”
“My problem?! My problem–” You cut yourself off, take a deep breath and begin again, putting your hand up in front of yourself, “I don’t want to do this right now.”
“Y/N–”
You do a 180, ignoring him, walking over to the bar where your livid crush stands. You step next to him, hand resting on the bar in front of him.
“Brandon, get it together. Do you think I’m super happy about Sheryl and Daniel? Do you think I’m thrilled she’s managed to hit on every guy I know? No. But I’m not over there punching Dylan, or Sheryl, or anyone for that matter because things happen! Things that are out of my control. Dealing with these things is our only option if we expect to make it out of this alive,”
You take a breath, “I’m majorly bummed, my love life is a mess, and my boyfriend is on a flight back to Minneapolis. But you know what? I’m going to deal with it. And so are you. We’re going to take our issues head on, because we have no other choice. So you’re going to go talk things out with Sheryl, and I’m going to try to find a drink that doesn’t taste like vomit.”
“Y/N, I don’t think–”
“No, Walsh. Go. Talk,” You demand. Man, you’re bossy when you drink. You kinda like it.
You lock eyes and his gaze softens.
“Fine,” He sighs, “You’re right, I should to go talk to her.”
“I know I am,” You tease. “Now, go, before it’s too late.” He gently taps your hand that’s resting on the bar and kisses your head before walking off.
You sigh, beckoning the bartender over to order a fruity cocktail.
🎵
You’re lying down on a cold wooden bench outside of the Bel Age, your head spinning and your heart… confused. You meant to go up to Dylan’s room 20 minutes ago, before the insane dizziness kicked in and you had to sit down. Maybe 3 drinks was too much.
You slowly stand up, keeping your balance by holding onto the seat before you start to hobble into the hotel.
Stumbling over to room 201, you knock on the door. Again, and again, and again. You sit against the wall, giving up, You couldn’t go home like this. You’d be grounded for life. But you couldn’t leave, either. You spent all the cash in your purse on the taxi there. You sigh, exasperatedly. Clearly, this was the worst day of your entire life. Or at least you thought so at the moment. You hang your head, sitting there– weepy, inebriated, and alone. Until a voice comes from down the hall.
“What the hell are you doin’, Y/N/N?” Dylan saunters over, hands in the pockets of his jeans.
“You weren’t home,” you arm slings up, pointing to the door behind you. He slowly sits down next to you, resting his arms onto his knees.
“I live in 211…You’re at 201,”
You groan lightly, letting the back of your head hit the wall. He could smell the alcohol on you from a mile away. He looks at your glazed-over eyes and exhales.
“Brandon and Sheryl are in my room, talking. I don’t know what you said to him… but it worked,”
“Great,” you sigh. “Her being here as been so fun, can’t wait to see what’s next.” Dylan could sense the beginning of your drunk ramblings. “You know, when I told my friends I was moving they just…dropped me. Without a second thought. I didn’t have anyone… but I had Daniel,” He watches you carefully. “He was my constant… and then Sheryl gets here. Now I don’t have Daniel… or Brandon. I probably won’t even have you pretty soon and it’s–” you feel your eyes start to tear up, “it’s… scaring me a little, I guess.”
“You have me,” He’s soft when he speaks, yet stern, demanding. He looks at you, studying your features while you look at your feet. “And if you knew the things I knew, you’d know Brandon’s not going anywhere either… but you’ll always have me.”
“You don’t know that,”
“I do know that,”
“No, Dylan… You don’t,”
“Come on, just trust me here, okay?”
You sigh, pausing. “I should go home.” He brushes a loose hair behind your ear delicately.
“Stay… get some ice cream, hang out. Free room service,”
“Yeah, because last time I stayed here it went so well,” you bite back, half-joking.
“You can’t go home wasted, Y/N/N,” He shifts onto his feet, “Come on.” He holds out a hand, looking as deep into your eyes as you’ll let him. You sigh, grab it, and pull yourself up. Except, when you get up you trip over your feet and fall directly into Dylan. You mumble an apology as he catches you, one hand on your hip, the other on your back.
You look up at him when he looks down, noses bumping together. You stand like that for a moment, (mostly because you’re worried you can’t keep yourself up, to be honest.) You feel his breath, his hands. You can’t bring yourself to move, and neither can he. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was him but whatever it was was making your head spin.
The sound of an opening door spooks you and you break away as if you had been caught committing a crime, or doing something you knew you weren’t supposed to be.
“Yo Dylan!” Footsteps approach you both. “I’m gonna order in some ice cream, you should join.” You stepped behind Dylan, trying to avoid Brandon seeing you in your inebriated state.
“Be right in,” He nods. You hear the door click shut, and you sigh. He places a reassuring hand on your back, “You should come, sober up.”
You sigh in defeat, you knew one way or another you were going to end up in that hotel room.
“Yeah… alright,”
🎵
Three bowls. Three bowls of mint chip ice cream. Three bowls, copious bottles of water shoved down your throat by both Brandon and Dylan, and a little bit of healing along side it. Sheryl had left during bowl two, so now you’re laying down on the couch, your feet on Brandon’s lap. Dylan’s curled up in the rocking chair, all three of you overfed but feeling alright given the chaotic night.
“I really gotta motor,” You sit up, “I told my parents I’d be back by midnight.”
“I’ll drive you, there might not be many cabs this late,” Brandon offers.
“Alright.. I’ll meet you out front, Bran. I’m gonna talk to Dylan first, okay?” He gives you a soft “Alright,” before placing a kiss to your head and walking out.
“Thanks for… everything tonight. I really needed it,” You walk over to his chair and he stands up, meeting you at eye level.
“Hey, anytime. If you ever need a place to get sobered up again, you have me.”
You pull him into a long, comfortable, sleepy hug.
-
It’s a silent but peaceful ride home, both of you wading in the aftermath of the night. You place your hand down on the center console, your other hand brushing through your hair as you listen to the crickets outside. Brandon wordlessly sets his hand on top of yours, thumb rubbing the backside of your hand delicately, tenderly.
“How are you feeling?” He asks, breaking the comfortable silence for the first time that night. “I’m sorry about Daniel,” His face is lit up by the moonlight and the occasional streetlight. “And I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you these past few days.” He’s got a glint in his eye, sweet with a little bit of sorry. He looked at you like he looked at no one else. Sheryl saw it, Daniel saw it. Dylan saw it, too. Brandon had no idea he was doing it, and you? You were too busy avoiding his gaze, worried that you would get caught staring at him when he wasn’t looking.
“I get it, things have been pretty crazy with Sheryl and Daniel here…”
“Look, I care about you, Y/N. I don’t want you to think I’m leaving you out in the cold whenever Sheryl comes around,”
He slows down to your street, and you’re not sure what exactly clicks in your mind.. but something snaps.
Pulling into your driveway, he turns his head to look at you, about to continue his monologue. But you decide to be bold– and cut him off, crashing your lips against his in a brief, nervewracking kiss, heart leaping out of your chest. You break away momentarily, until he kisses you again. His hand reaches behind your jaw, pushing you as close to him as you can get. It’s a deep, long, passionate kiss, enough to leave both of you breathless afterwards. Something about kissing him felt so right, like you’ve done it a thousand times before when it reality you’ve only ever thought about it. When it ends, you rest your foreheads on each other’s, the two of you quietly panting, giddy smiles to match.
“Goodnight, Brandon,”
“Goodnight, Y/N,” a quick kiss to the forehead is given to you before you hop out of Mondale and over to your house to settle in for the night.
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It’s about 11 in the morning, and you’re walking up to the backyard of the Walsh’s, as Brandon promised tons and tons of food on account of his mom going to the farmers market the day earlier and y'know, maybe you could hang out or something. Brenda and Cindy redirected you to the backyard, letting you see Brandon one more time before you gauged yourself with so much California produce you exploded. You stepped into the yard, seeing Brandon out back with Jim. You approach as Jim gives a classic midwestern family lecture.
“…My father told me that someday I’d meet a girl who’d break my heart and then I’d meet one who wouldn’t. I told him he was crazy cause I’d never let a girl do that to me… but it happened. Twice, maybe three times. And then I met your mom,”
“Dad, Sheryl didn’t break my heart,” Brandon’s back is to you as he responds.
“The point is, that you’re not gonna know who the heartbreaker is and who the special one is right off the bat. It’s all gonna take time,” Jim bounces the basketball a few times before handing it to his son. “Hi, Y/N.”
“Hi, Mr. Walsh,” You reach them, giving a friendly smile. There’s a noticeable shift in the air when Brandon sees you.
“I’ll give you guys some time alone,” He mumbles, jogging back into the house without another word.
“Hi,” He smiles, bashfully.
“Hi.”
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theautumnenthusiast · 4 years
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Omg, it's actually Shu, isn't it???!! 🙈💕
listen..... shuu has a soft spot for sunny, for a few reasons: 
when she first arrived at the sakamaki mansion, she was actually slightly overweight (~65 kg and 157 cm) and soft around the edges, and wearing a chunky sweater with her poofy hair down. shuu took one look at sunny, went “damn, that’s a body pillow if i’ve ever seen one,” and his opinion on her hasn’t really changed since 
she’s easy to tease and flusters easily. he’s into that 
is sunny loud? yes. can she be frightened into silence? also yes. he could and did work with that when she was at the sakamaki mansion 
so yeah, shuu’s been teasing/lowkey flirting with sunny since like... Chapter 3 of TEA. sunny’s never gonna reciprocate any of that, bc she’s a) clueless and b) a lesbian, but if shuu was a girl? she wouldn’t know how to handle that flirting at all lmao, and while they still probably wouldn’t date, there’d be a hell of a lot more tension between them. 
the “maybe” is yuma. another guy with a soft spot, but he isn’t nearly as suave as shuu can be, so sunny interprets his brand of flirting as “this guy is being mean to me.” that wouldn’t change all that much if yuma was a girl. 
anyway, uhh...... my pal @midoriyaizukun and i spent a good couple of hours talking about this yesterday, and we’ve kinda...... come up with an entire AU for this? the general concept is “really ugly love triangle between shuu, sunny, and yuma that everyone else hates” 
shuu is flirting with sunny. sunny Does Not Know How To Deal With This. yuma, who is lowkey crushing on sunny, hates that shuu is being so flirty and is trying to win over sunny herself, but is so gruff and awkward that she’s just... making things worse for everyone involved. 
the kicker? shuu knows that yuma is jealous, and she’s actively trying to make that jealousy worse. she’ll deliberately approach sunny whenever yuma is nearby, say something like “oh, you’ve got something on your face :)” and take her sweet time brushing her thumb over sunny’s lips as yuma stands on the other side of the hallway absolutely FUMING. 
and, like, if yuma ends up losing it, is shuu really going to complain about getting pinned to a wall by the school’s resident hot 6′3 country butch girl? no, she’s not.
so, congrats on guessing this correctly! i’m gonna post the drabble, as promised. i just wanted to give some context here bc there’s actually a whole lot to this jdslkaghsdlkagkkdfhdkj 
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dolantmego · 5 years
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The Fallout 2
Summary: You’ve got the chance of a lifetime. Directing the Broadway premiere of an original script. But your two lead actors throw you for a loop. Especially when Ethan Dolan shows up and just about makes your knees go weak. Professional integrity and family drama? What could go wrong?
Warnings: None really. Mention of an impure thought and some family trauma. Not graphic!
A/N: Okay so! Part two! Sorry it took so long. My personal/professional life got a bit hectic this past week! I hope you enjoy it. As always thank you so much for reading!
Part one 
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Lunch with the Dolan crew was every bit as stressful as you expected it to be. Edith and Parker insist upon sandwiches from the shop down the street; much to Ethan’s dismay, who not so subtly hints on several occasions that pizza sounds good. He asks you what your favorite place to eat around here is, which makes you cringe. You usually didn’t leave the theatre for lunch. It gets so busy and everyone has questions to ask you. By the time you finish notes and the first round of actors and designers with questions back off, the ones that had gone to lunch and then come back early to talk to you are already arriving. On a typical day your assistant picks you something up from wherever. If you even ate lunch that day. So going out with the two youngest in your show was refreshing, not to mention getting to spend time with their extremely good looking uncle who had allowed you along for the ride. Ethan had declared a ‘no work garble,’ rule, mainly so the kids and yourself actually had a break.
Parker had tried to ask you a question about what you were doing for the rest of the day. Which in retrospect you didn’t mind answering--even though he’d asked 3 different crew members already. Ethan shook his finger at the small boy and tisks.
“If you’re going to talk about work then I’ll be forced to talk about work. Beep boop expenditures. Bop boop beep meetings. Bop bop changes in expectations for the next quarter.” He mimes a robot walk and both of the kids break into a fit of giggles, begging for him to end the ‘torture.’ He throws a wink at you when they both turn around and start chatting amongst themselves and you grin back. Women thought men with babies were hot? Ethan is shaking you up from just these small interactions with Edith and Parker. You’ll combust if he’s ever holding a baby in your presence. You’re sure of it.
Ethan insists upon buying your lunch, despite your protests, and the four of you settle at a small round table by a window looking out on the busy streets of New York City. His interactions with the kids are heartfelt and adorable. It’s even more striking that he looks like he could be their father. The way they move around each other even looks like he’s their father and it makes you wonder how ofter the other Mr. Dolan is around. They’d been elated to talk to him on the phone earlier, but this looks more like the natural groove for the children. You have the sudden urge to reach over and comfort the man next to you, even though you’ve only known this man for what? Maybe 5 hours?
“Eadie Beanie you need to be careful, I don’t know how to get ketchup out of clothes okay? And your nana just bought you that sweater.” Ethan reaches over to wipe off the little girl’s face, smiling despite the interruption of your conversation. Not that you two had reached any interesting subject with the kids listening in. Edith squirms away from his wiping and pouts. The two have a small stare down before she huffs and takes another reluctant bite of her sandwich. Ethan laughs and ruffles Parker’s hair--who has been absorbed in the small handheld game he whipped out of his pocket as soon as you sat down.
“Ms. Y/L/N are you married?” You choke on your drink and Ethan lets out a small nervous laugh. You swear you notice Edith’s eyes sparkle a bit when he question affects you so. But she smiles a sweet smile and looks at you expectantly.
“Edith lets not ask such personal questions okay?” Ethan raises an eyebrow at the little girl and she makes another pout face.
“Why? You’re not asking the questions. You guys talk about boring stuff! Somebody has make this less blech!” Edith smirks knowingly at her uncle and tugs on Parker’s arm for attention. She seems to be a pretty observant kid for her age. Both of them are smart, you already knew that, they are homeschooled because of their rehearsal schedule. Parker has proudly announced to the cast that he’s on a 10th grade reading level. Loudly. Many times.
Edith tugs on her brother again and Parker hmms without looking up from his game, “Parker I’m sure if  you ask E-Tee to give us money he’ll let us go buy cake.” Parker’s head whips up at that and both the kids look expectantly over at Ethan, whose head is in his hands shaking back and forth. You laugh at the family’s interaction and wonder how often it’s like this. You quickly pull $5 out of your purse to hand to the kids before Ethan can stop you, he didn’t let you buy lunch so you’ll treat the kids.
A chorus of thank you’s breakout and they both hop off to the long line at the counter, no doubt to order a bunch of sugar they don’t need. You realize that you’re going to have to get them to focus later and that you REALLY didn’t think that through. Ethan looks up from his hands and dead pans at you.
“You really didn’t have to and definitely should not have done that.” You laugh at his mock broken tone and he cracks a smile at your giggle, “Guys! Dairy free!” He calls out across the restaurant, pointing at them with a mock angry face. They both fall into a fit of giggles and nod before turning back to the menu.
“I think I definitely just saw Edith point at the cheesecake.” You joke, and Ethan whips around pretending to get ready to go after the two kids. You both laugh again, before leaning forward to be comfortably closer to one another.
“So. Thanks to the kids I have learned,” Ethan counts each tid bit off on his fingers, mock seriously. “Your favorite color. What you want to be when you grow up. Your favorite Disney movie. What your middle name is. What your least favorite vegetable is. And finally the kicker that you did not get to answer.” You raise an eyebrow at the last one and pretend to think very hard.
“Oh yes? And what was that?” You grin slyly and play with the straw in your drink. Ethan wiggles his eyebrows suggestively to make you laugh again. He really was something else. Funny. Attentive. Great with the kids. Why the hell wasn’t he married? That last thought strikes you as a tad ominous. Darker thoughts threaten to board the ever moving train in your mind and you make an effort to push it out of your head for the moment. You had plenty of time to worry about that later.
“Well Eadie seems to be worried that you’re married.” You widen your eyes, pretending to be shocked, “But I’m a smart man. I can see you aren’t wearing a ring.” His eyes drift to your bare ring finger, and you nod.
“Great observation Mr. Holmes. Anything else?” You inquire with a squinted eye. This little game the two of you were playing was so refreshing. Both of you were just having fun being a little goofy together. Ethan nods and pretends to sit back and smoke from a pipe. You loved that he would be silly and mess around with you, but it wasn’t a crazy ordeal that took everyone in the restaurant’s attention. This is just a fun moment being shared between the two of you.
“Well then I can make the deduction that you aren’t married.” He shoots forward in a flash and you let out a squeak. “BUT!” His voice is loud and then gets very quiet, “I must inquire further for my next deduction.” You laugh and try to hold a serious face while nodding for him to continue. This man is really bringing out a different side of you. Doing the job that you do requires such a high level of seriousness in order for you to gain respect, that you forget to have fun a lot. Not that you are unhappy or don’t feel creative in your work, that isn't the case at all. But you do find yourself missing moments like these. Most of your interactions with your crew and cast are light hearted, but you have to hold yourself back for the sake of professionality. There is a tinge of loneliness that comes with being the director. The only person who is close to your level is LJ, and she has to hold just as much of a professional air as you do. If not more.
You justify it by coming to the conclusion that Ethan isn’t involved in this part of your life at all. Sure he is close to two of your actors, but an uncle is far less of an entanglement than an actual parent right? Though Ethan really did look like more than just an uncle. The kids are already cast, though. The show is in tech now, your role is truly almost over. Is there any harm that could be done? Again, that tiny dark feeling you can’t place washes over you. Guilt? Fear? You aren’t sure. Pushing the questions away is harder this time. This time, the escape is narrow.
Ethan must notice the change in your demeanor even though you try to brush past it. What is with you today and the overthinking? It really has been to long since you’ve been out with a man. Or gone out in general really. Ouch. Stopping yourself from thinking about that number really is all too easy.
He drops the character entirely and a shy boy peeks out from under his layers. One that looks as if he genuinely wants to know the answer to his next question. Your heart melts further when he glances at the children by the counter before looking back to you.
“Are you? Dating anybody?”
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Ethan had no idea if this was going well or not. Y/N is laughing and the kids are being their normal selves, but he wonders if you think his family is crazy. They are. But he loves them with everything he has. Which, considering the last few years isn’t very much, his family took up so much space in his heart, he really didn’t leave much else for anyone else. Not that he had--or made--the time for that.
Ethan is extremely well off, Dolan Productions continues to grow everyday. He could probably stop working today and lead a stable life. Sure, they have the property in New Jersey. The one in LA. Grayson still owned his old family home and Ethan may or may not have a cottage in Europe somewhere that he never discloses the location to. And both boys have plenty in the bank. But Ethan enjoys working, he likes the sense of purpose and accomplishment it provides. With an added bonus of proving everyone who ever said he and Grayson were crazy or worse, wrong. Oh so very wrong.
Gray had married first and created his settled life with his kids, and then Ethan had become the weird one. First he and Gray were crazy. Then they were ‘young and ambitious businessmen.’ Then Gray became super dad and Ethan was just ‘ambitious and possibly lonely,’ according to his mother. Then the scandal hit and both boys ducked as far under the radar as they could. Now the ‘Dolan Twins’ were no longer the face of their own company. Both were still in charge and worked, but they’d let their lives get more quiet. Somebody else did most of the PR now. After seeing how the media could ruin something already so broken, neither of the boys ever wanted to be the talk of the town again. And they definitely never, ever, wanted that for Parker and Edith. Convincing Gray to let them be in a Broadway show took weeks. Their mother ended up pulling Grayson by the ear into her bedroom and they didn’t come out for a good 45 minutes.
Though right now Ethan had no idea why he’d stuck his neck out for these heathens in the first place. Parks was hunched over in a game and barely speaking, it wasn’t the most polite move in the world, but Ethan preferred his nephew about 10 times more than his niece right now. She was a lot like her aunt Cam and a lot like her grandmother. Always talking, noticing everything, and being too smart for her own good. Including right now, where she was practically grilling Y/N, and making not-so-subtle-9-year-old-pointed glances at Ethan. ‘Oh that’s E-Tee’s favorite color too!’ Even though Ethan was sure the little girl had no idea what his favorite color was.
Not that it mattered nor did Edith probably care.
“Ms. Y/L/N are you married?” Edith’s face looks innocent when she poses the question, but Ethan can see the mischief in her eyes. It was the same look she had before she’d run and tell her daddy about the cookie Ethan had given her after bedtime when he wouldn’t supply her with another one. He lets out a small passive chuckle and squints throws a dirty look to the little girl. Evil genius child.
“Edith lets not ask such personal questions okay?” He raises an eyebrow and silently begs the universe to just do him this one solid and have the little girl just go with it.
Of course she doesn’t and Ethan ends up with his head in his hands in embarrassment, again. But you don’t miss a beat, and boy does he notice. You were always so collected around other people, which of course was part of your job, but Ethan is an awe at how smooth you are. He’s seen people blow up at these two kids and blow up at him, but you’re laughing and taking it in stride. Which encourages his confidence back up enough to get the courage to go for the same question he’d been wanting to ask you.
Why aren’t you married? Could you possibly be single? How? With those eyes? Your passion? And your hair? Your very beautiful and, well, pullable hair?
There’s gotta be something wrong with this chick.
And there it was. There’s the thought he’d been fearing would pop up. The inevitable, well there-has-to-be-something-wrong-here-and-if-there-isn’t-then-you-sure-will-cause-it thought. Dammit. Ethan really didn’t want his mother to be right when she talks about how emotionally stunted her boys have become, but here he was. Wondering if the nice, beautiful woman in front of him could be some sort of secret psychopath. He’d seen it before. Or if maybe Ethan was the secret psychopath who didn’t really want somebody to love him, or somebody for him to love. He’d seen that all go wrong before too. Ethan looks at Edith and Parker trying to buy cake at the counter, he’d seen the damage all of the fallout could really cause.
But he has to know, all jokes aside. Something in him has to know.
“Are you? Dating anyone?” He watches your eyes for your response, hoping the answer would be no. It had to be. You wouldn’t be out for lunch with him if you had someone else would you?
“Ah. No, no I’m not.” Ethan swears, but never admits that his heart skips a beat at your answer. He grins widely, not trying to hide it, and your grin matches his.
“Would you consider going out with me sometime?” Ethan’s mind and stomach feel like static waiting for your answer, which doesn’t come as soon as he’d like, due to the untimely return of his crew. Edith hops up with Parker in tow, who has his face screwed up in disgust.
“Finally!” Edith cries excitedly, looking between the two of you.
“Thats gross.” Parker mumbles, before shoving a bite of cake into his mouth. Edith frowns deeply at him and looks at you expectantly. Ethan groans again, of course. Of course Edith had to hear that. Now Grayson will hear and so will his mother and probably Cam. Great.
“Well since we know you’ll say yes, you should come on monday cause thats when theres no rehearsal. And we can make cake and you can meet Nana!” Edith’s eye shine brightly and she grins, “Nana gets upset cause E-tee-wee-tee doesn’t bring home girls. But now you’ll come!” She smiles proudly at Ethan and he’s got a deadpan face on, directed right at her. Why did she always feel the need to get involved in everything? And now Y/N knows his stupid nickname he’d been trying to be rid of ever since Grayson plastered it on their old YouTube Channel.
Ethan puts his chin in his hand and huffs, might as well let the little girl talk. This was her date anyway. He holds back a wince, is he really jealous of a seven-year-old? Ethan looks over to you at the same time you glance at him and a smile forms on his face. You didn’t look annoyed at all. In fact you looked like you were still having a great time. Yup, definitely jealous of anybody who could make you smile like that. He winks at you and it makes you laugh, which prompts Edith to stop talking about whatever she decided to ramble about--her room maybe?
“Excuse me!” Edith harps, but Ethan is too wrapped up in staring at you, and you’re too wrapped up in staring back. “Fine. As we say in theater, silence means argument!” That statement breaks the semi staring contest the two of you entered and Ethan draws his eyebrows together.
“Agreement. Silence means agreement Edith.” Y/N winks at the little girl, who nods. You turn to Ethan and he shifts nervously under your gaze. “But I think your uncle and I can probably work something out.”
“Yes! Yeah. Um absolutely.” Ethan quips almost too quickly. He pauses for a moment and makes a mental note to drop the weirdo excitement and speak like a normal person and not like his brother. But where to take you? Dinner? A movie? Neither sounded special, and a movie was definitely out. You weren’t 15-year-olds on a first date. Ethan is fumbling and he knows it. He hasn’t taken a girl out on a date in years. He splutters for a moment and his brain has a small meltdown. You live in the city. He lives an hour away, was there a place in the middle? He had no idea. There was a gas station off the interstate on one of the exits, but that definitely wouldn’t work.
Well fuck. Should he entertain Edith’s idea? He imagines you in New Jersey for a moment. Would you like it? The land? His home? You’d have to meet his mom. Though he was pretty sure Lisa had picked up the kids at least once or twice. And you could handle Eadie and Parks like a champ. But take you to his home on a first date? People didn’t do that, did they? He didn’t think so. But. That meant it was original. Which kinda made it special. Right?
Dammit. New Jersey it is.
“If you’d like to come out to the farm, I think that would be great?”
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The Catfish Chef
My bestfriend watches these crazy reality shows all the time. When I first started talking to men that weren’t my ex husband her favorite thing to say to me was “Girl, you being catfished,” I would always say I don’t even understand what that means. She’d explain it to me and I’d think that doesn’t make any sense? Why would someone pretend to be something they’re not? The great thing about lies is that eventually they always get discovered? So if you lie about who you are, eventually the other person is going to find out? So why lie. But she’s said that about every guy I’ve gotten involved with and the crazy thing is how often she’s right. I’ve been lied to about everything! Occupation, financial status, marital status, other women, felonies, living situations, children, appearance, anything you can think of, I’ve been lied to about it. Being “catfished” is sadly apart of online dating that you have to be worried about. 
I’ve been seeing someone the last few weeks. I had my reservations about this relationship from the beginning. But I did what I always do and talked myself out of my feelings. Honestly the things that concerned me were probably very real and valid concerns but felt judgmental. This guy is from Guatemala, he has hypertension and diabetes, and like a lot of people I run across with such issues he didn’t take care of it. Now he’s in renal failure in his early 40′s and he gets dialysis three times a week. I’m a nurse, I’m very aware of what that means for his life, and if I take him on what it would mean for my life. I’m worried about dating someone with such huge medical issues, but that feels judgmental. He also tells me he’s on the donor list, it’s a 5 year wait list, after I explained to him I love to travel and asked if he could even do that on dialysis. I asked a few friends would you date someone in renal failure and they all felt the same way I did. The other one was he alleged he was 5′3″, I don’t really like short men, to me my ex boyfriend was the shortest guy I had ever dated, and the shortest guy I’d consider dating. But then I’m 5′2″ and I show up to a date and I’m taller than him, so he’s not 5′3″ at all. I didn’t say anything because I thought maybe he’s self conscious about it, it’s definitely the number one thing men lie about. But the more we talk the more I think this guy is sweet and he seems caring, maybe this is okay, however I made it clear I wanted to keep it open and move slow, because let’s be honest here, I no longer trust men.
He’s so sweet and romantic. I have three vases of flowers in my house right now because every time he shows up to get me he brings flowers. He asked my favorite colors and he always makes sure they’re my favorite colors. He’s written me poetry, he’s extremely attentive, he checks on me all day. He got almond milk ice cream and we went up the mountain to see the sunset and ate ice cream together. He took me out on my birthday to get margaritas at my favorite bar and got me my favorite gluten free brownie. For my birthday after only seeing each other for a few days he got me roses and oddly a blue tooth vibrator we could use together. No one has ever gotten me a sex toy? I’ve bought sex toys to use with my partners but nobodies ever thought of me like that. This was fun and a surprise but also strange because we hadn’t had sex. We had kissed, cuddled and held hands, but no sex. He was always trying to come over and help me with things around my house, he was constantly offering to cook for me. As we talked he was literally assessing how he could help make my life easier. He’d wake me up with cheesy pick up lines, they were cute. We spent a night video chatting and playing with the blue tooth toy, I’d never done anything like that and it was a lot of fun. I love the way he says babe, and all the lovey nicknames he gives me. On the surface he seems like a dream come true.
The downsides come out one by one. First thing is he wants to text all day, and I mean ALL day, or spend all day together, I can’t get anything done. I ask him “don’t you have to work?” he says he just got out of the hospital for some GI issue and he’s taking some time off, that makes sense. He picks me up for our first date and we’re talking over dinner and he starts telling me about issues with his daughter. He tells me him and his ex are good friends and how when he first got sick his ex took him in, when that wasn’t working out she bank rolled an apartment for him, then she kicked him out and he had to move in with his mom. So, this guy lives with him mom. He told me he owned and operated a business so I ask about that. He tells me about this business his friend and him started and then he says when he got sick, two years prior, he had to step back because he couldn’t do it. Slowly I realize, he doesn’t work, he doesn’t have a job. He wants to text me and be with me all hours of the day because he literally has nothing else to do? He has nothing else to focus on? All he does is dialysis for 4 hours, 3 times a week. While I understand that’s a lot, and I understand that it wears you out, I know many people who find jobs they can do with those issues, he’s given up. So I start to notice he’ll ask me how I’m doing and if I’m not feeling great or I complain about something he turns it into a whose life is worse Olympics every time. So I quit telling him how I am, because my ex husband used to do that and I know all too well there’s no winning the whose life sucks worse Olympics, especially against someone whose hobby is self pity, I just don’t spend that much time on the negatives in my life. I also start noticing he’s wallowing in it, and suggested he see a therapist, he seemed offended by this and then starts to swear he’s the most positive person ever. He starts blaming all of his issues on everyone else. He takes me out another time and I find out “his” car is really his mom’s car. He takes me out another time and tells me he never does anything, like he won’t even explore the mountain on his own because he’d rather have someone to share every single thing with. I take this badly because to me he doesn’t even sound emotionally independent. He’s also missing a lot of teeth. So at this point he’s truly just riding on the fact that he treats me well, but I’m extremely nervous about being involved with him because he doesn’t have a lot to offer me, and his negative traits remind me of being with my ex husband. 
The icing on this shitty cake. One night we hang out and I finally offer for him to come in my house. We have talked extensively about my insanely high sex drive, he knows I’m a very sexual person. He knows I’ve 700 male followers online and that I have some pictures out there, he knows I explored being a cam girl. He also knows about the bdsm stuff. He’s had a few freak outs about that, because he’s hella insecure. I worried because one day he asked me if I hated small dicks and when I said yes he kind of freaked out about how I’m going to cheat on him so I’m thinking does this man have a tiny dick? I’d mentioned I had a bbc fetish, he freaked he said all of his girlfriends have cheated on him with a bbc men. But then, I mentioned the fact that I had put it out there that i’d like to experience being with a women and he freaked out about how all his girlfriends have left him for women, so I’m not sure what to believe. We make out in my room and he plays with me with his fingers and it doesn’t go past that. I’m super frustrated by this. He rubs my back until I pass out and I wake up a few hours later and I’m horny, so I made the move that time. I start kissing him, I take my clothes off, I essentially tell him what to do, but again he stops short. So I grabbed his dick through his pants, which was in no way erect and it’s small. He says he’s sorry but with the diabetes he can’t get hard. I worried about him having ED with his medical issues. But I’m a little shocked because he’s aware I’m going to want sex and a lot of it? And this man can’t fuck me? I wish when they were explaining hypertension and diabetes to men, instead of telling them about what that does to their heart or their lungs, or eyes, that they’d start with the fact that it can give you erectile dysfunction. So now I’m in bed, naked, with a guy who can’t do anything for me and he says to me, well we can use your toys? I can use my toys, that’s for alone time? What a nightmare. I can’t believe this is happening to me again!
I go to work and I’m telling a friend about all this when all the girls started trickling in. Odd thing about my job is when I first started I was told multiple times, by multiple people, that these people were going to be my family now. I didn’t believe that but after about a year they were most definitely my family and I couldn’t have gotten through so much in this past year and a half without them in my life. I share this awkward sexual experience with all of them and we’re just laughing hysterically.
Friend: You tell him you gonna have to cheat on him? Cause I’d cheat on him!
Me: Girl even if he got a prescription for viagra it was tiny? There wasn’t enough there to do anything with regardless. I can’t be in a relationship with a man who can’t fuck me?
Then I told them the kicker, he left stuff at my house! He really did! I think he knew this was probably the end of us dating and he left stuff. He left his wallet? I was trying to get him to come right back and get all this stuff but he wouldn’t. He made some joke about how I could just mail it if I was trying to get rid of him. My friend said, girl did you get his address? I’d have been like what’s your address? I’ll send it out today.
So I met a man in his 40′s whose dating profile made it sound like he was a chef, with a business, and single dad, who has his shit together. What I got was a disabled, homeless, jobless, carless, toothless, dickless guy, whose adult daughter won’t talk to him, who definitely does not have his shit together, and been living off other people for years.
Today I woke up to 5 text messages and 3 snaps, when I suddenly remembered his drivers license is in his wallet, and that has his address on it. Bye Felicia!
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andtheniwrotemarvel · 6 years
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Love Stinks
Peter Parker x Reader
Assumed female reader
Word Count: 2114
Based on the song Love Stinks by the J. Geils Band
You love her But she loves him And he loves somebody else You just can’t win And so it goes ‘Til the day you die This thing they call love It’s gonna make you cry I’ve had the blues The reds and the pinks One thing for sure
“So Ned loves you–”
“Likes. We’re sophomores in high school, Michelle. We can’t possibly know what love is.”
“And you love Peter–”
“Like.”
“And Peter loves Liz.”
“Likes!”
“Fine! Likes!” Michelle finally consented.
“And from what I’ve heard, Liz likes Peter. Are you happy now?”
“Hardly,” you scoffed. “Man, this isn’t even a love triangle anymore,” she complained. “This is some sort of messed-up square or something. Why are you involving me in this again?”
“Because you don’t care.”
“What? That makes zero sense.”
“You don’t care in the sense that you’re separate from this whole mess. You’re not really involved,” you tried to explain. “I don’t know. I know what I’m thinking, but I don’t know what I’m saying.”
“Nah, I gotcha,” she said. “I’m not apart of this messed-up love square, and I frankly don’t care how it turns out, so I’m the perfect person to vent to about it.”
“Yes! There it is,” you exclaimed. “Thank you for being perfect, Michelle.”
She gave you a look. “You need to stop telling me I’m perfect. I might actually believe you one day.” She shuddered. “I can’t even imagine how insufferable I’d be. I’d be worse than Flash.”
“And that’s really hard to do,” you added, then began chuckling at a surfacing memory. “I still can’t believe you had a crush on him in eighth grade.”
“We don’t talk about that anymore, (Y/N). We agreed that middle school is off-limits,” she complained. “Besides, extreme cockiness was very attractive in the eighth grade.”
“I wish you were wrong…but you’re not,” you grimaced. “Gross. Can you even imagine having a crush on Flash now?”
“That would be like having a crush on Tom from Parks and Rec. Really embarrassing and full of moments where you wondered why the heck you ever started to like him in the first place.”
“I bet that unless Flash suddenly decided to mature, he’s going to end up just like Tom Haverford,” you postulated. “But, I mean, anything could happen right?”
“Well, one thing’s for sure.”
“And what’s that?”
Michelle looked you straight in the eyes and said, “Love stinks.”
You nodded slowly. “True that.”
Love stinks Yeah, yeah (Love stinks)
“Liz, are you alright?” you asked the senior girl. You weren’t necessarily close, but you had come to care about her general wellbeing. When you saw her crying in the hall, you had to ask why.
“I’m sure you heard all about my dad. Seems like everyone has by now,” she replied, her voice cracking.
“No, I haven’t heard anything,” you said. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, though.”
“Yeah, I don’t really want to talk about that,” she sniffled. “The kicker is that I’m moving to Seattle, I guess.”
A rush of joy was quickly followed by a rush of extreme guilt. No Liz meant that Peter Parker would be forced to turn his romantic attention elsewhere, but then you felt terrible that your first thought was that you were happy that she was leaving. Your horror at your own thoughts had you beet red, unable to say anything. Was it wrong to be happy that a corner of the messed-up love square was going away?
“I’m so sorry, Liz,” you said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Do you want a hug? You really look like you need a good hug.”
“That would be great,” she responded, unable to hold any more tears back.
Even as you embraced your sort-of mentor tightly, you still felt incredibly guilty about the part of you that was glad that she was moving.
“Take care of the decathlon team, okay? I don’t want to spoil anything, but we’re going to have two co-captains next year instead of just one captain,” Liz told you. “I recommended you to be one of them, but who knows whether or not it’ll actually happen, right?”
“Hey, regardless, I’ll still keep you up to date,” you promised. “I’m really going to miss you.”
“Hey, Liz!” a voice called from down the hall. It was none other than the notorious Peter Parker, coming to apologize after another ill-timed disappearance.
“I need to get to class,” you excused yourself. “Promise to keep in touch?”
“Of course, (Y/N).”
Two by two and side by side Love’s gonna find you, yes, it is You just can’t hide You’ll hear it call Your heart will fall Then love will fly It’s gone, that’s all I don’t care what any Casanova thinks All I can say is
“And for the co-captains, I’ve nominated Michelle and (Y/N),” Mr. Harrington announced.
Michelle looked up from her book in surprise while you smiled at your colleagues as you accepted their applause.
“Thanks, but my friends call me MJ,” Michelle said with a hint of a smile.
“But I thought you didn’t have any friends,” Ned countered, confused.
“I…didn’t.”
“Are we finally acknowledging that we’re friends?” you gasped.
“I wouldn’t go that far. We’re more like ranting partners at this point.”
“We’ve been ranting together for four years, and we’re not even to the friend mark yet?”
“That sounds about right,” she agreed.
“I gotta go,” Peter Parker said, not looking up from his phone. “See you guys later.”
“Where are you going?” Michelle stopped him.
Flustered and without words, Peter pointed at the door. Even when he was gaping like a fish, he managed to make you fall more in love with him.
“What are you hiding, Peter?” she asked, seemingly staring into his soul.
Peter stared at her, wide-eyed, making it clear that he was definitely hiding something.
Michelle suddenly burst into giggles. “Just kidding. I don’t care. Bye,” she waved him off.
He left quickly, clearly relieved. That arose a question in your mind: what exactly was he hiding?
(Love stinks) Love stinks Yeah, yeah (Love stinks)
“Here’s the plan, (Y/N). When we sit, I’m going to ask Ned out to distract him while you ask out Peter,” Michelle stated as you walked together to the cafeteria.
“Only if you want to,” you clarified. “Oh, I want to,” she chuckled.
“Because you’re sick of me pining for Peter?”
“No, because I actually think he’s a really nice guy.”
You started laughing, but soon stopped as you realized that Michelle wasn’t laughing with you. “Wait, you’re serious? Like, yeah, Ned’s nice and all, but you actually want to go out with him?”
She shrugged. “Yeah, I actually do. He’s great boyfriend material.”
“Was it actually an awkward love pentagon this whole time?” you gasped. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I knew you’d react like this,” she grumbled. “This is why we’re only ranting partners, (Y/N). You need to chill out a little bit.”
“Oh, come on, 'MJ,’ we balance each other out,” you said as you entered the cafeteria. “You’re too chill, so I make up for that.”
“Whatever you say,” she responded, scanning the cafeteria for Peter and Ned. Flash had decided that he liked their usual spot, and had taken it over with all of his little goons. “Oh, there they are, in the back corner.” 
 You and Michelle walked over and sat directly across the table from them, as you had been doing since Michelle had told everyone they they were her friends.  
“(Y/N), Michelle,” Peter acknowledged you with a nod. He was scribbling furiously on a Spanish packet that was due right after lunch. 
 “You look nice today, (Y/N),” Ned complimented you. “That’s a pretty sweet shirt.” 
You looked down at your shirt, realizing that you had decided this morning to wear your new shirt with a Spider-Man logo on it. “Oh, thanks. I just got it the other day,” you said, straightening your shirt. 
 “Hey, Ned,” Michelle interjected. “On a scale of North Korea to Antarctica, how free are you on Friday night?” 
 “What?” Ned asked, confused. “Um…Antarctica, I guess? I mean, I don’t really have any plans.” 
 “Cool. Meet me at my house at six, and we’ll go see a movie or something,” she said. 
 “Sounds good to me,” Ned replied, smiling. 
 That was supposed to be your cue to ask Peter to do something with you, but you suddenly found yourself mute. The blood running though your veins was ice cold as you tried to say something. Michelle nudged you discreetly, nodding her head towards Peter in a way that made it look like she was just flipping her bangs out of her eyes. You shook your head, your eyes wide and your heartbeat becoming frantic. 
 “You are so disappointing on so many levels,” she sighed. Then, much louder, she said, “Oh, I forgot my homework that I was going to do. Ned, why don’t you come with me to my locker so I can get it?” 
 “Yeah, sure,” he agreed, standing up to accompany her. 
 As soon as Michelle and Ned were out of earshot, Peter asked you, “Why does Michelle think you’re disappointing?” 
 “She thinks everyone is disappointing,” you shrugged, covering quickly. 
 “But she voiced it to you, which is more than she tells anyone else.” 
 “I’m just closer to her than anyone else. Believe me, it’s not a big deal,” you insisted. 
 “If you say so,” he backed off. 
You slipped into an awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say. No one said anything for a few minutes, even though both of you visibly tried a few times. Now or never, you thought finally. 
“You want to go do something on Friday with me?” you blurted out. 
 “Oh, um…” he began, taken off guard. “Like, with Michelle?” That wasn’t what you were hoping to hear. 
“I was thinking it could be just the two of us, but I can ask Michelle if we can crash on her date.” 
 “No, no, it’s fine. I was just wondering,” Peter covered. “Just you and me, huh? What are we going to do?” 
 “I haven’t really gotten that far in planning yet.  Is there anything you want to do?” you asked. 
 “There’s a roller rink not too far from my place that just opened. We could do that, then go out for ice cream or something, if you want,” he suggested. “That sounds great,” you grinned.
I’ve been through diamonds And I’ve been through minks I’ve been through it all 
 Neither of you had ever skated before, and that resulted in a lot of falling on your backsides, but two hours in, losing your balance was at a minimum. It certainly helped both of you when you were holding hands, which made the two of you blush like tomatoes. You were okay with that, though. 
 “May always tells me that I should get really good at skating,” Peter commented later, taking a sip of chocolate milkshake. You had decided just to get milkshakes at McDonalds after skating. 
 “Why’s that?” you asked. 
 “I can take girls skating on first dates, and if they’re not good at it, they have to hold my hand the entire time,” he explained, chuckling. 
 “Your aunt is a pretty smart lady,” you laughed. “Either that, or she just knows how to get the girl.” 
 “Nah, she’s smart and gives good advice about pretty much everything.” Peter’s phone buzzed on the table, and lit up with a text message. As he read it, his eyes went wide. “Really, Mr. Stark? Now?” he complained quietly. 
 “Oh, your Stark Internship is calling?” you asked, interested, but disappointed at the same time. 
 “I’m sorry, (Y/N). It’s urgent, otherwise I would just go in tomorrow,” he apologized. 
 “No, it’s okay,” you assured him. “I totally get it.” 
 “Thanks, (Y/N), you’re the best. I had a really nice time tonight.” 
 “Me too,” you smiled. “Maybe we could do this again sometime?” 
 “Yeah, for sure!” he agreed, standing up. You walked to the door tomorrow, but then realized that you had to part ways from there. “Hey, say hi to Michelle for me,” he said. 
 Just like that, your night of fun was ruined. He wasn’t really interested in you as more than a friend. His eyes were on Michelle. Tears filled your eyes as you walked home, and you sighed dejectedly, trying not to let the tears spill over.
  Love stinks
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addhunter · 7 years
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your (super) basic guide to arhaus, nevada
May 8, 2017
While reading Heritage, did you find yourself a tad overwhelmed by the amount of characters? There are quite a few of them introduced within the first few chapters, only made worse by the fact that most of them have two names. It’s a lot to keep track of, I get it. So, inspired by a conversation with my mom, (mostly her saying “wait, Kat’s not the blonde one?” and “Ultra can heal, right?”) I’ve decided to make a basic guide to the main characters! These are all the ones (of any importance) that are talked about within the first four chapters of the book. 
Maybe I’ll make a whole page on my blog dedicated to these guys. That’d be fun.
The first character you meet is one of the main characters, but she’s in the future, so don’t worry about what she’s doing just yet. There’s six main characters and six supporting characters that are going to be really important as we go. In order to keep this as spoiler free as possible, I’m gonna keep the descriptions pretty short. If I can find my really bad sketches I did of all these guys, I’ll put their pictures here as well. (You probably don’t want to see those.) ((Also I was thinking about making character cards with stats for their superheroes. That’s be great.))
MAIN CHARACTERS:
Julie Novak [Ultra]
Julie’s the first character we meet in the book, along with an unnamed jerk face. The prologue is set several years in the future, so you don’t have to worry about that for now. At the time of the first chapter (2012), she’s 17. She’s funny, loyal, sarcastic, and always down to hang out. Julie spends more time at Dave and Blaise’s than her own house and is very invested in superheroes. She has a father, who she lives with in an apartment.
As Ultra, her power is very unreliable telekinesis. This ability allows her to fly and to throw things at people from across the room while also cutting out on her during important moments.
Katarina Roux [Neon Wing]
Kat moved to Arhaus halfway through their junior year with her father and brother. She’s on the quiet side, though she’s tall and strong. Julie was her first friend, but she clicked instantly with Lizzie, and they’re now very close. Her mother lives in California and Kat and her brother go to visit every school break.
Neon Wing has the ability to heal minor wounds and can produce glowing wings from her back, prompting her name from the town newspaper. She’s very serious about following proper procedure and will not hesitate to correct others on it.
Elizabeth Miller [The Kicker]
Lizzie and Julie have been friends since they were in third grade, and she has consistently been referred to as one of the hottest girls in town. She’s on the school soccer team and is a co-captain along with her best friend Molly. She’s very goal driven and can sometimes be rash in her decisions, and is always striving for the best possible result. She lives in a large house with her mother, father, and younger sister Celeste. Her blonde hair is always well done and at least three boys have written poems about her eyes.
The Kicker is a very assertive hero and confronts villains as quickly and efficiently as possible. While not always the best of approaches, she gets the job done. Kicker has super strength and flight.
Christopher Sing [Psyonic]
Chris is built lanky and has never been very good at sports, but he played soccer for a long time as a kid and loved it. He’s incredibly intelligent, and will be graduating as salutatorian. He’s always been interested in journalism and mystery stories, and plans on marrying his girlfriend of four years, Molly. Currently, his biggest worry is that his mom is going to find out he moonlights as one of the town’s heroes. He lives in a small home with his mother and father.
Psyonic is a talented telepath and is currently working on a way to help his friends guard their minds against other mind readers. Since getting his powers, he hasn’t needed his glasses, but he feels more comfortable with them on.
Blaise Perez [Rage]
With a foul mouth and an aggressive attitude, Blaise was the only one my mom remembered with any success. His inside voice is a low roar and you won’t find a more passionate person anywhere else. He’s fiercely dedicated to being a superhero and made Chris and Dave’s costumes. Despite how he comes off, he’s a very kind person and would do anything for his friends. His mom works as a foster mom, and they’ve recently moved into their new house with his adopted brother and four foster siblings. His older brother is away at college.
As Rage, his volume is more controlled, but he’s still very hardheaded and determined to make a difference. He and Chris are still trying to figure out his power, but so far, it appears to be increased agility and manipulation of glowing red energy that he can either keep around his fists like an added glove of power or send out as blasts.
David Baker [Speedster]
When Dave’s parents first left for their business trip, it was nothing out of the ordinary, but it’s been a few months now and they still aren’t back. Despite his worry, Dave’s the comic relief in the friend group, and paired with Julie, the two are unbeatable in matches of wit. He’s very happy go lucky and carefree and is the most annoyed by the ‘lame names’ the newspaper has come up with. He spends a lot of time practicing martial arts (that he’s been doing since he was young) and arguing with his older brother.
Speedster is ambivalent about most things and never seems to take anything seriously, which sparks a rivalry between his team and the other in town. He has super speed and currently has a campaign going to get his name changed.
MINOR CHARACTERS:
Not minor, really, but not the main guys. They’re just as important, and super cool, but they aren’t the main ones. You feel? I love them, though. My sister’s favorite character is Dalia.
Zach Stevens
Zach actually becomes a main character in the second book, but he’s not in this one too much. He’s in the process of being adopted by Blaise’s mom, and spent his entire childhood going from foster home to foster home. He firmly believes that your friends are the family you get to pick, and he’s more than happy to find the friends he does in Arhaus.
Dalia Woods
Dalia is short, spunky, and always moving. She’s on the cheerleading team, student council, welcome committee, has an amazing gpa, and is also running some sort of back room supply empire. No one knows how she does it. She and Lizzie are best friends. She’s 5′2″.
Molly Kinger
Molly’s on the quiet side and is one of the kindest human beings you will ever meet. She and Chris have been dating since they were in eighth grade, and has started on varsity soccer since she was a freshman. 
Anthony Archer
Anthony is an absolute genius, able to do wonders with technology. He and Dave met at bible camp in elementary school and have been best friends ever since. He’s been taking college classes since he was 15 and is the valedictorian of their graduating class. He’s also super bitter about not having powers.
Quinton Baker
As Dave’s older brother, the two really have nothing in common other than their lanky limbs and dry humor. Quinton never speaks unless he feels like it’s important, but he looks out for his younger brother and feels an intense responsibility for him and his friends. He’s terrible at cooking.
Ben Guinness
Ben writes for the crime section of the Arhaus Herald (slowly becoming the superhero section) and has been dating Quinton since they were in high school. He’s a sweet dude but on the dumber side, and is enthusiastic and supportive of everything. Like a puppy, if puppies could write for newspapers.
AREAS OF IMPORTANCE:
The kids usually hang out at Dave or Blaise’s house, but the girls have been known to gather at Kat’s as well. When not at school or on the job, they’re all usually with each other.
Blue’s is a bar in the older part of town. It’s owned by a man named Blue and is where Quinton works. A good place for finding information, since 80% of the regulars are gossping townspeople.
Buckner Warehouses are a giant complex of warehouse suites on the edge of town closest to the desert. They’re empty, save for a few that are being rented by Lizzie’s father’s company, and strange things have been happening there lately.
Ricky’s Gym is a boxing gym with only a few kinds of workout equipment. A lot of people tend to use the fancier gyms in the nicer part of town, but Ricky’s is where the kids spend a lot of time as well. Julie’s here on a lot of nights practicing her powers, and treats Ricky like an uncle. There’s three rings, a lot of punching bags, some dummies, and mats. 
OTHER IMPORTANT THINGS TO REMEMBER:
Superheroes are very much a thing in this universe, although because of the public opinion, nearly all of them don masks to hide their identities. There used to be a lot more of them, but for the past twenty-ish years, the numbers dwindled drastically. In areas with higher populations, the number is much more prevalent. Julie keeps lists of big heroes for inspiration.
The Hauswatch Group is a group of three male heroes (Psyonic, Rage, and Speedster) that popped up around September of 2012. Due to handling crimes closer to the main parts of town, they appear in the newspaper quite often and have almost a fanclub. There’s three girl heroes (Ultra, Neon Wing, and the Kicker) who tend to work together, but they aren’t seen as often and pictures of them are pretty rare. The Crimson Ninja is a hero that’s been appearing on and off since the 80′s and is rarely seen.
Molly has the best hair.
These kids have a long way to go before they can even begin to think they know everything they’re dealing with.
So there you have it! Your basic guide to Arhaus, Nevada! As always, anyone is more than welcome to ask questions, and I’m happy to clarify anything. The response to the book has been good so far and I’m really excited! I’m about a third of the way done writing the second book and working hard to make it even better than the first. :)
Thanks to anyone who’s read it! Here’s a dumb pic as thanks:
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[other posts that have info about the characters]
[go look at the twitter if you wanna find some real bad early sketches]
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