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𓈃 SAME OLD LOVE BEEF | t. kuroo

CHAPTER TWO. the one i lo(ath)ve the most

PRECIS. after getting humiliated by you on school's forum in the first year, kuroo made it his primary goal to get back at you. now, two years later, when you have seemingly forgotten about the incident, you ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend to drive away the boy who has been following you around lately.

your goal is to graduate peacefully and kuroo's new goal is to be your fake boyfriend and embarrass you so much that no one would want to date you ever again.

GENRE. enemies to lovers ! au, fake dating ! au, slight mutual pinning, humour, fluff

WARNINGS. eh a bit of cursing ig ( 3.71k )

NOTE. YELLING IM SO LATE SORRY HELPPP i'll make this quick yea so credits to @hyeque for the linkedin thingy im sure you've seen it around before + i couldn't think of a user so i used urs bff i hope u don't mind tho lmk if u want me to change it yEAH ANYWAY HAPPY READING BYE

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chemicallykuroo asked :  hi do you have some ways to embarrass your s/o? 

and he sighs as if he did something revolutionary. well, it is revolutionary in his head. kuroo thinks he’s just a few steps away from finally getting his revenge. the only thing stopping him is his lack of knowledge about how to embarrass your partner, because he has never done that before. ( you see, kuroo, in his right mind, would never embarrass his lover )

truth to be told, he already has a plan. he can make you fall in love and reject you when you confess to him, mentioning how embarrassing it is to fall for your fake boyfriend. however, he doesn’t think he has the time to make you fall in love, for according to numerous books and movies, he has to take you out to make sure you fall for him, and he doesn’t have the time to do that. kuroo is a busy guy. he has grades to maintain and a team to lead. he doesn’t have time to take someone out on dates, especially the person he despises the most. 

he sits in front of his computer screen, head thrown back on the chair while humming a random song he heard from kenma’s phone, waiting for the person to respond to his ask. he thinks his life is desperately simple and exquisitely euphoric, but all his thoughts come to a halt when the his phone’s ringtone replaces the silence conquering the room. 

“i see you’re online,” it’s yaku, and for some reason, his question offers a great sense of realisation to kuroo, as if he didn’t know he was online. 

“yeah,” kuroo’s lips curl into a triumphant smile. “just looking for ways to embarrass yn. after all, i waited two year to do this.” 

yaku sighs, rolling his eyes as if kuroo can see it. “the fact that you use tumblr is embarrassing enough for all of us,” actually there’s more, if you ask yaku, since kuroo has linkedin for a social media account, and he hopes this gets out in public so that he would be compelled to make an actually social media account, and not some linkedin profile.

“you have a wattpad account but do you see me complain about it?” a bitter silence follows. the corner of kuroo’s lips perk up, a triumphant smirk dancing on his face. it doesn’t come off as a surprise anymore that he wins conversations like this. as much as he’s all about minding his business, kuroo sure does know enough information about everyone to possibly shut them up when required. 

he flinches at the sound of yaku’s mother yelling at her son for not cleaning his room and the smile of kuroo’s face grows wider. the first time he heard about yaku’s room being dirty, kuroo refused to believe it. to everyone’s knowledge, yaku morisuke is the perfect student— good grades, a good reputation, an excellent volleyball player and debater, impressive when it comes to certain extracurricular subjects— he is the perfect rival for kuroo, better than you or anyone else in the school. so, the shock he experienced then kuroo went to his house one fine day to return his notebook, only to hear yaku’s mom scolding him for keeping his room like a dumpster was, in fact, astronomical. 

minutes pass, kuroo indulges himself in the running t-rex game while waiting for a reply to his ask, shaking his legs impatiently. the conversations on the other side of the phone don’t seem to stop and gradually, his attention shifts to the game as a whole. kenma might make fun of him for playing such a silly game but, it would never be comprehensible to kuroo as to why the setter seems to despise the game as much as he does. the clicking of the space-bar increases as he squints his eyes at the game, completely missing the way his cat jumps down from the book shelf— one wrong step and a loud thud reaches his ears along with the shriek of his cat, and it’s game over.   

kuroo sighs, picking his phone up and balancing it between his head and shoulder before getting back to his t-rex game. “are you done?” 

“hi yes,” yaku replies. “what did you and yn talk about?”

“oh, she wants to date me,” the prideful smile returns to kuroo’s face, his brain replaying the events from the morning for the nth time today. “fake date.”

“what—” yaku almost spits the water he has been drinking, much to kuroo’s unawareness. “i thought you were better than this.” the amount of disappointment in his voice is unfathomable. 

“she asked me to date her, and why would i let this opportunity go when this could be the perfect revenge plan?” to be very honest, kuroo doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with fake dating, or just, his plans concerning you in general. you did him wrong, now it’s time to pay back. you reap what you sow— that’s how the world works, whether you like it or not. “besides, fake dating isn’t even that bad.” 

“you don’t know how fake dating works,” yaku states it as a matter of fact, as if he knows exactly how fake dating works, not like it takes a scientist to predict outcomes of a fake relationship. 

kuroo sighs, switching to his tumblr tab and obsessively refreshing the homepage to see a response to his ask. on other evenings, kuroo would be busy completing homework or hanging out with friends. one wouldn’t find him in front of his computer unless it’s about kenma, and yaku finds it funny yet equally exhausting how kuroo, who’s an otherwise patient guy, is on the edge of his chair, sighing relentlessly, all because of you. it costs yaku an ounce of his sanity everytime kuroo vents to him about you, or how you’ve been pretending that he doesn’t even exist for the past two years. what’s worse is that even his nights aren’t exempted from kuroo’s constant complains. 

but the captain is blinded by revenge to even notice his antics. he refuses to accept that he still has feelings for you, but continues to talk about you as if nothing else in the world manages to catch his attention. kuroo would write your name on the back of his notebook— there would be a faint smile on his face, as noticed by yaku and a few of his classmates— but then, the smile morphs into a frown and he scribbles all over your name and makes a devil emote, writing ‘revenge’ in big bold letters right next to it. kuroo would be lying if his 2 am thoughts didn’t lead him to thinking about making a hate account for you, albeit he never gave it too much thought because he’s better than that.

another sigh spills off his lips before a notification pops up on the side of his desktop screen, alering all his senses as he clicks on it, throwing the phone somewhere on the bed behind him. if someone were to look at his face right now, they would be convinced that either he’s in love, or he has gone crazy, because the smile on his face is profound. 

hyeque answered : eh, idk call them names? lie to their friends ab their habits? why do you even want to embarrass your s/o :/

chemicallykuroo commented : chemistry purposes haha thanks love u bff <3

the call was long forgotten, it didn’t seem like yaku was interested in the conversation either— and even if he was, kuroo is too busy making up scenarios in his head about the day he embarrasses you in front of the whole school. his mind praises himself for coming up with such an impressive plan and making you believe that he’d be the perfect candidate for a fake boyfriend. kuroo is just a step away from his goal, and all he needs to do right now is wait for the next day, besides looking for embarrassing names you can call your partner. 

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if kuroo knew that he’d be late for school after staying up till three in the morning to make a list of embarrassing names and lies, he wouldn’t have taken the advice in the first place. in fact, he doesn’t know why he spent the night looking for names in the first place. as far as he could recall, yaku has an impressive vocabulary when it comes to insulting others, and even he himself thought of a hundred other ways to embarrass you in public. he had his resources ready, and yet still ended up wasting time and getting late for school. moreover, kuroo forgot about the maths practice test which was supposed to be taken today and again, he blames you for that.

kuroo doesn’t think he’s stupid but you are everything that makes him lose his mind. 

“tetsuro!” the sound of his name catches him off guard. his brows furrow as turns around, watching you jog towards him. “morning,” 

the smile on your face makes him want to puke. kuroo doesn’t know why you’re smiling, it’s the usual wednesday morning, you have a maths test too, and since you met him here at the school’s front gate, it means you’re running late as well. he watches you pull out your phone from the pocket, replying to a few texts as your smile grows wider— he doesn’t think he can look at you any longer. also, whatever the fuck is up with you calling him by his first name. 

“morning, i suppose,” he replies nonchalantly before getting back on the way to his class. “didn’t know we’re on a first name basis.” 

“well, it’d be weird if i call my boyfriend by his last name,” even if he agreed to your proposal, kuroo doesn’t think he can ever get used to you calling him your boyfriend. if he’s being honest, he didn’t think he’d ever get to hear the term ‘boyfriend’ from you in regards to him; not like he likes it or something. 

his gaze travels back to you, noticing the way your eyes don’t leave the phone screen even for a brief second. so, kuroo, being the amazing boyfriend that he is, snatches the phone from your hand, earning a soft gasp from you as a response. “it’d be better if you pay attention to your so-called boyfriend instead of your phone,” 

“i was looking up things that couples do,” the way you phrase it makes him furrow his brows, consequently halting him on the way as you turn around; your impassive face morphing into a series of panic. “get your head out of the gutter! my friends were setting me up on blind dates again so i told them we’re dating,”

as stated before, kuroo can never get used to hearing the words ‘boyfriend’ or ‘dating’ especially when it concerns the two of you, at least not yet. it pulls a couple of strings at his heart and he finds himself avoiding your sight whenever you say something that is even remotely close to romance or relationships. kuroo isn’t aware of the reason behind that, but he assumes it’s because he hasn’t been in a real relationship for what seems like more than a year. he doesn’t think he’s inexperienced when it comes to dating, it’s just that he doesn’t find it amusing enough to give it a thought slash grow his experience. 

the advice from tumblr manages it’s way inside his head as kuroo’s lips curve into a menacing smirk, one that you fail to notice. “i happen to know a thing or two about that,” 

you’re about to ask him regarding the same when your name echoes through the hallways, making you groan in response. it doesn’t take you more than a second to discern the voice as your friend’s, one who had been setting you up with someone until yesterday, before you disclosed the news about you and kuroo. well, you knew you’d have to put on the lovey-dovey couple show someday to convince your friends, but you didn’t know it would be this early, especially when you’re getting late for your class and you didn’t even think of a made up story that sounds credible enough to make her believe you. 

“i get that you’re in a relationship but at least don’t be late to school, geez,” and you almost roll your eyes at her comment. it’s not much, really, but you’re not ready for her unnecessary remarks at 7 in the morning, especially since you’re already late enough. 

“yeah, well maybe if you hadn’t stopped her, we would’ve reached the class already,” kuroo interjects, wrapping his hand around your wrist as he pulls you along with him; but you don’t even mind it because you're too busy processing the name he just called you. 

“wait—”

“just keep walking. i feel your friend burning holes on my back,” he doesn’t even give you a chance to speak, taking a look at your friend through his peripheral vision before increasing his pace. 

you’ve had your share of names given by family and friends, and even your friend’s friends, or sometimes, even by people who dislike you so much that they claim to use eye cleansing drops the moment you enter their field of vision, but this one, pookie, the one given by kuroo, has to be the worst one ever. 

and perhaps, the disappointment gets to you even more since it’s him. had it been someone else, you wouldn’t have been overthinking about this— not like you had any expectations, but kuroo at least looks like someone who would have some knowledge about relationships, albeit the name he called you leaves you flabbergasted and with the belief that choosing him as your boyfriend was a bad decision.  

“are you zoning out?” you were before his voice brings you back to the reality that you’re ten minutes late to your class. actually, after the pookie incident, you don’t want to go to your class. you can’t have him call you obnoxious things in front of your thirty other classmates and if you already did the job for him and told everyone, then you’d like to go back home. 

but those things can wait, you need some answers first. “why did you call me pookie out of all the things?” maybe it’s just that you needed something more than answers, perhaps the logic behind. 

“what do you mean why?” he says it like an as a matter of fact. “pookie is so endearing.” and you realise that there’s no logic behind it. it’s just kuroo tetsuro and his lack of wisdom about love and things you should and shouldn’t call your girlfriend, even if she’s a fake one. 

you sigh in disbelief. “i don’t think you understand what endearing means,”

“pookie is a name used for a girlfriend who is the best girlfriend in the world. a name used as a cute reference to your amazing significant other. i love you pookie! you are amazing, pookie, and I treasure you deeply,” he describes before cooing the compliments in a tone that makes you wonder if the impression of kuroo you have in your mind is even marginally close to how he actually is. “read that on urbandictionary.” 

“god, kuroo, you’ve never dated anyone before, right?” even though it comes out as a question, you know he hasn’t, and if he has, then you feel bad for the person who had to keep up with him. the awareness of being late to school gradually seeps out of your brain as worries about kuroo occupy every corner of your mind. any of the teachers on round could arrive and the next thing you’d have on your hands could be detention and demerits, but none of it seems to concern you, frankly. for some reason, you find yourself worrying about your decision to fake date kuroo, and for all the wrong reasons, at that. “yeah, i mean, it’s obvious you haven’t and you will stay bitchless for the rest of your life,” 

“actually, i like staying bitchless,” you blink to confirm if you heard him right, while kuroo crosses his arms as if he’s about to teach you the most philosophical lesson of your life. “you have more time for yourself and your life. it’s therapeutic. you should try staying single for a year or so,” because you’ll need the experience, he thinks in his head, for you’re going to stay single forever after these fake dating shenanigans. 

you shake your head, walking away because you can not afford to argue with him on this. staying single is beneficial, but the way he perceives it is making you want to bang your head on the wall. you don’t know what’s more frustrating— that kuroo is your ( fake ) boyfriend, or that kuroo is your ( fake ) boyfriend— because neither seems good. perhaps you had your expectations set a little too high thanks to his campus crush slash celebrity image, but you never knew kuroo, out of all the people, would be like this— like the definition of fourteen year old wattpad fiction girl who believe in staying single for all the therapeutic reasons until they meet the one for them.  

“don’t follow me.” you snicker the second you feel him mirror your steps from closely behind. 

he frowns, even though it’s fake. “but we’re in the same class,” 

“stay ten steps away from me,” 

“c’mon, don’t do this, fuzzkins,” he requests, although you feel the evident mockery in his voice. another new pet name, another centimetre of your patience runs thin as you wish to approach your class as soon as possible before you end up screaming in the middle of the hallway on an early monday morning. 

another pause before you increase your pace to get away from your so-called boyfriend as soon as possible. “gosh, you’re embarrassing,” thanks, he mutters under his breath, because that's what i’m trying to be. 

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news surely spreads faster when you’re trying to hide the facts. your initial plan was to disclose your relationship status publicly but after the pookie incident from earlier this morning, you doubt you even want to be seen next to kuroo for the rest of your life. you’d rather spent the remaining school year reading hayato’s corny pickup lines. 

“yn, my pookie,” you hear him approach with the detestable name yet again, and this time, it’s amongst your classmates you seem to have heard him, judging from the smiles on their faces. “okay since you don’t like that name. how about pooh bear?”

“how about you simply call me by my name?” because that would be better and you know he knows that too. truthfully, you don’t know if he’s actually this clueless or whether he’s deliberately trying to get on your nerves; though whatever it is, it’s working. you’re about to lose your mind, and it’s because of kuroo.

“that’s not fun you know— the relationships, they’re all about nicknames,” he quotes it like another love guru, when in reality he doesn’t know anything about love and related subjects. “by the way, it seems your friend from the morning doesn’t like me,” your eyes meet his’ before shifting back to your notebook as a sigh rolls off your lips. 

“don’t worry, she doesn’t like anybody,” maybe it’s just that kuroo has been getting your attention for around a day now, but the way you don’t even spare him a look while speaking leaves a sour taste in his mouth, albeit, uncharacteristically enough, he’s too busy listening to your worries instead of focusing on his own. “she only likes to complain and is perhaps infuriated by the fact that you ignored and shut her up earlier today instead of paying her any attention.”

“why are you even friends with her? it’s not like you’re late to class everyday, and neither were you late on purpose.” kuroo doesn’t know your friend, not even her name, but he has seen her around a couple of times getting in arguments with someone new every other day. his teammates complain about her every once in a while, she’s everything between a teacher’s pet and the worst student they have ever taught— but that’s just his image of her that he created using all the views people around him offered. “stop tolerating such people, you’re worth more than that,” 

“oh,” a pause, and then you feel the air tense for a brief second as if the spirits have been waiting for one of you to say something, and so you do. “that was sweet,”

“no—” he takes a step away, putting his hands in front of you as if that would stop you from getting a wrong idea.“i mean, i didn’t say that for you, it was for my girlfriend— fake girlfriend, in you; for the part of you that is my fake girlfriend, you get me?” kuroo is damn sure he sounds stupid, but it makes perfect sense in his head : him being the nicest guy he is, couldn’t stand seeing you— or rather, his girlfriend in you— suffer, and he stood up for you like any other wonderful boyfriend would.   

it all seems to add up in his mind.

and your lips curl into a soft smile as you shoot him a quick glance. “well, i’m sure she’s grateful for your words,” his eyes follow as you grab your stuff and walk out of the class, and he reminds himself to not trail off the path, for he’s getting distracted once again, and you’re supposed to be the person he loathes the most.

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[autumnshighlady]

ok this is so stupid but i really want to see neris and reader interactions,, like the small things, the comfort, the protectiveness,,,, ughh love what you've done w the story man, desperately waiting for the next part fr. (go on your own pace tho) glad to know i've shifted you a little bit on a azriel thing (devious smile) - ithink he's a good character for most people because he barely had a personality in the books and so we can usually make up stuff yk, like he's mostly just broody in the books and we're told stuff abt his personality but not shown it. can't wait to see what happens next! ohh also the dragon interactions!!! i wanna see those too!!! eris has hounds right,,, it wld be cute for them to protect nes and r tooo,,,, ahhh sorry this is literally just me ranting lol, obv feel free to ignore the reqs,,, i really want to let you know that your writing is good bc you seem to get less interactions than you should!! and a weird amt of hate lmao like whats w the people being rude about ialtpwf and wanting guys my age so badly, like i enjoyed it despite not particularly liking the daddy kink partbut like. really,, why so rude??? want to see how reader fares in front of beron too, i assume word of her power will reach him too/. anyway, how long are you planning on pushing the beron overthrowal thing (im being curious not being like ugh when are u plannign on ending it,, in case thats what it sounded like,, idk man im overthinking). oh also! want to see court relations with all of them after berons gone. before berons gone. all of it, i want them to be better leaders/people to the court people yk. oh!! also lucien-reader friendship!!! love that!! we havent seen much of it but hes def the kind of guy to tease r abt eris when they start actually flirting and getting near a relationship yk. eris-lucien brotherhood too tho, obviously. also the lady of the autumn court!! watching them bond w her!!! ahh jfoisfkjmdofikndfvg ium sorry have a great day today1!! hope you rest well after that long ass shift. oh yeah i agree w you on the feyre thing, she's def just mostly like a pawn to rhys yk, i think she was better as a char when she was w tamlin tbh, altho obviously i dont want her to be with someone who kind of abused her without any groveling at least/ cant wait to see more interactions fr!!!! oh when i said in the story, i meant the actual books, well and yourss but the actual books mainly! anyway i think you've managed to be realistic w all of them in a way that is good. bye! oh same anon as last time. should i give myself a name, is that fine,, i'll choose * anon. sure.

i can’t wait for you to see more of the neris x reader interactions! you’ll love it. i feel like i’ve done a decent job of their dynamic so i’m super proud of it so far.

Azriel’s journey is one i have planned out - it’s going to be complicated because yk he’s been loyal to rhys for 500 years and that’s not suddenly going to change, but he will continue to play a role.

you’ll see more of the dragons for sure! and the hounds will be involved too so fear not ;)

yeah idk why people got so weird about guys my age like i’m glad they enjoyed it of course but i kinda did everything i wanted to do with that fic so i don’t feel i have anything else to add to it if that makes sense

beron will play a bigger role soon! as far as them overthrowing him, prob within a couple chapters maybe a bit longer. im still playing around w the details of how exactly it’s going to happen

expect a LOT more lucien and lady of autumn in the later chapters! i love love love writing for lucien so i’ve got special stuff for him planned hehe

tons more interactions to come. more lucien, azriel, gwyn and emerie, cassian, etc. thank you for your message angel and NEVER apologize for rambling - nobody has taken the time to say this much about my fic so far in one go so i LOVE reading these. send as many as you want <3

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P R O L O G U E

"Haha, I won again." Kojima exclaimed after winning at a game she was playing with her father.

"Yes you did, Koji. Oh well, look at the time. I think I need to go after your mother. Her trip ends today."

"Alright. But is it okay if I go out today? I wanna meet up with my friends."

"Why even asking? Of course. But don't stay 'til late."

"Alright then." Kojima hugged Arisu, and went to her room to change. When both Arisu and Kojima left the house, she walked away, took her phone and texted her friends.

The Squad

Arisu Kojima, Niragi Tsuki, Chishiya Akari

hey

r u guys here?

Akari? Tsuki?

* m e a n w h i l e *

"Well, how was today?" Chishiya asked after looking at his partner and daughter returning from their training. "Quite good actually. Mom said I did that kick better than two days ago." Akari replied to her father. "Heck yeah she did. If I wasn't a shop owner, I would've trained her all the time." Kuina said as well, with a confident smile on her lips.

"How about you? Weren't you supposed to be at the university?" "I was. I still gotta come back though. See you later." Chishiya took the pile of books he came for and waved at the girls before going to his car, driving to the hospital.

"Bye dad!" "See ya around!" "By the way, I think I'll go as well. I'm meeting up with the girls." Akari hugged her mom and went away as well. "Don't get yourself into trouble." was what she heard from Kuina. Akari quickly noticed her phone buzzing. She took it out of her pocket to see texts from her friend.

hey

r u guys here?

Akari? Tsuki?

I just came home from training -_-

"What a timing, Akari." Kojima said after looking at her phone.

* m e a n w h i l e *

"How was it?" "That was a nice cover. I remember the times when this song blasted in the radios when I was at highschool like it was yesterday." Niragi praised her daughter's guitar cover. "Thanks dad." "I don't know if you know about this but, back in the day, me and your mother listened to this song a lot. I even thought about proposing to her with it. Unfortunately, the dj screwed up the song and almost ruined the moment." Niragi chuckled at the memory. It was indeed funny, now that he looked back on it. "At least she said yes. That's important." "True. Well, I gotta go now. My boss will ask where the fuck was I. Take care, sweetheart." He hugged Tsuki before going to get his coat and leave the house. She put her guitar away and decided to look on her phone, only to see her friends texting eachother.

(a/n: making text look like messages on tumblr is awful. it makes more sense on wattpad tho)

hey

r u guys here?

Akari? Tsuki? (k)

I just came home from training -_- (a)

whoops, sorry (k)

aye. texting each other without me again? (t)

finally decided to join us, eh? (a)

I was practicing on guitar and didn't see the messages (t)

eh, it's ok.

I was planning on going out?

who's in? (k)

Me ofc (t)

Why even asking when you know my answer?

Where tho? (a)

I was thinking of the center of Shibuya (k)

Sounds nice (a)

Cool. See you guys there (k)

See ya (a)

See y'all (t)

Tsuki was walking down the streets until she saw a Starbucks store nearby. She took her phone and texted her friends again.

aye

imma grab some starbucks, what do y'all want? (t)

iced coffee for me (a)

same (k)

ok (t)

Tsuki entered the store and ordered the drinks for her and the others. While waiting, she bumped into a guy kinda taller than her. That guy also carried some cups with drinks that spilled on the ground. Luckily, it only spilled a little on her shirt.

"Ayo, watch where you're going!" she hissed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." the guy apologized.

"I can see that... you good though?" She lend a hand to help him get up. He dusted himself off but... that was no use since the floor was now wet from the spilled stuff.

"Yep. The drinks however..." the guy looked on the ground, scratching the back of his head.

"Yikes. Sorry I can't help ya tho. I gotta go." She took the drinks after paying the cashier and left the place, continuing her road.

* m e a n w h i l e *

Kojima stopped by at an ice cream stand. She didn't need to text her friends, cuz she already knew what to order.

"Three cups, please. Mint choco, strawberry and salted caramel."

"That'll be about 810¥."

"Here you go." She paid the person running the stand and chose to stay near a big billboard, luckily, there weren't many people standing by it. Damn, Shibuya was indeed a busy place, even when the weather was scorching hot. She looked around for her friends, but nothing. There were too many people crowding the zone. She took her phone and looked at the group chat again.

where are you guys? 

i can barely see y'all (k)

don't worry, i'm not very far (a)

yea. me neither (t)

She looked at the crowd again. 

I see ya, Akari (k)

She was approaching the billboard Kojima was sitting at. Soon enough, Tsuki joined them as well.

Aye (a)

Ayeeeee (t)

Ayyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeee (k)

"How about we don't text each other now?" Akari's voice lightly startled Kojima. After seeing each other, they all chuckled.

"Here y'all go." She handed the girls their ice cream cups. They thanked her and began to dig in.

"I was surprised to see the mint choco section was almost untouched at the stand." Kojima uttered. Akari rolled her eyes. "Well, not everyone seems to enjoy a masterpiece like this." "True. Anyways, what now?" Tsuki uttered. The girls looked at the sight in front of them: people crowding the streets of Shibuya, some talking to each other, or on their phones. It wasn't anything new. The only thing that was changed about the place was a giant statue placed nearby. The statue in question was made years ago, but it was frequently visited even now. It looked mostly like a tower, but once you were getting closer, you could've seen the tons of names of people who lost their lives during the comet crash that happened approximately 26 years ago.

"Is it just me or does Shibuya seems more crowded than usual?" Tsuki asks. Kojima shrugs her shoulders, while sipping on her coffee. "People are probably preparing for the commemoration of the victims from the comet incident." Akari said. "Can you actually believe that this place was destroyed almost completely 26 years ago?"

"Not really. I can't really imagine this place empty. Not to mention ruined." The others nodded. "How about we go to Yoshinori's? The store's still open." "Yeah, I could go for some ramen right now." "Same here." And so they went to the restaurant and talked about what they did recently.

Time passed until the sun began to set. The girls were walking down the street. That until Kojima noticed something strange.

"Hey. Check that out." The others looked at the sky along with her. "Ain't those fireworks?" Tsuki asked. "It's not even night, that's weird." Akari stated. Not long after the girls saw the fireworks, the ground started to shake and people ran in different buildings. No wonder why, an earthquake was happening. 

"Shit. Didn't those guys from the news say that the earthquake will happen in Kyoto?" "Fuck if I remember!" "STOP THE TALKING AND RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!" The girls ran inside a cafe. Unfortunately, the building wasn't stable enough so all the girls saw next was pitch black.

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The bright light of the morning sun made Kojima wake up.

"Ugh, what the hell happened?" She groaned as she streched her arms and soon reaching her hands on the ground. She immediately opened her eyes and was greeted by the view of the sea.

"What?"

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[crimeronan]

okay no more tumblr for the next 18 days then

#i'll see u all later after the book is out bye

[jiminrings]

take five drabble where there’s a new dermatologist in town and dr. min is jelly and crankYYYYYYY

take five + part two

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“We are not using my girlfriend as bait.”

Yoongi narrows his eyes the moment his co-founder meets his gaze, earning a colorful scoff from him in the process.

"Fine then, we're using my friend as bait," Jimin replies equally as insistent, putting his arms across his chest stubbornly.

To be fair, neither of them were able to foresee that this would even happen in the first place.

The last time they checked, Serendipity Aesthetics was the only beauty clinic that had a prime spot in the same luxury strip that they're in now. Their lease is the furthest thing from being cheap and no matter how snobbish it sounds, Yoongi and Jimin are glad.

They're glad that their clinic's lease is ungodly because it reminds them further how successful they've become and in turn, be able to pay off dues and have a lot extra by barely breaking a sweat.

They're glad that they're booked and busy for months in advance with no blank hour in between. They take pride in paying their employees much, much more than minimum wage and how they genuinely look forward to coming into work. They're proud that they've become the superiors they've always wanted to have back in medical school.

They are not glad about catching wind that there's a new clinic in the block.

"I'm literally right here."

You interject with a raise of your hand before they bicker further. Your boyfriend and best friend rarely don't get along but you know that the tension's heightened when you're suddenly thrown into the mix.

You don't necessarily want to take sides, but you will nonetheless.

"Jimin has a good idea, y'know? A great idea even," you turn your head to Yoongi who groans, clearly not happy about the love of his life siding with the enemy (Jimin, in this case, who's grinning from ear to ear) by the way he flips him off behind your back.

"And what? You just stroll in there, get a facial from the allegedly hot derma, and get back here?" he speaks with an irritated lilt to his voice, avoiding your eyes because he knows you'd see right through him. "You get back to my clinic after having someone else's hands all over your face?"

"I'll be scoping the competition throughout the entire process!" you raise your hands in defense, a little breathless at your boyfriend's jealous streak resurfacing. The last time he displayed it, it was when you weren't even together — in a procedure room nonetheless, after you stitched up your ex-boyfriend's earlobes.

Yoongi can admit to himself that he gets to be a little territorial when it comes to these things.

He's aware that he sighs heavily and grips things tighter whenever you come to Jimin instead of him, off and away to ask him to make a hormonal zit heal faster.

He knows his cheeks redden in frustration when he takes off your makeup when you're drunk. He holds his breath when in true wasted fashion, you attempt to make him stop fussing over your face because according to the video you've watched awhile back, he's definitely doing something wrong with his makeup removal process.

He's conscious of his jaw clenching when you let other doctors and estheticians of the like do something with you when he's clearly there.

Yoongi can admit his territorial streak to himself, but he won't admit it to you.

"Okay. Have fun."

Your boyfriend leaves it at that, standing up from his chair to exit his own office to blow off steam.

"That would mean yes," you conclude, clapping your hands together as you shoot out from your chair. You make quick work of changing into your other clothes because your scrubs are a dead giveaway; Jimin hot on your heels because he's slightly concerned of how you're unfazed with Yoongi's brooding. "Text me updates, yeah? Bye, see you later!"

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when are u coming back?? your boyfriend literally won't stop sulking

he cancelled all his appointments AND walk-ins are you kidding me

nvm just make sure no one has their hands on your face by the time he's there lmao

yoongi's coming to pick you up

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[starlit-serenade]

E'LAST Reacting to Someone Hitting on Their S/O (Maknae Line)

Summary: How would E’LAST's Maknae Line react to someone hitting on you when you are out in public together? 《 Hyung Line 》

Word Count: 1,581 words

Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Choi Youngmin (Romin); Won Hyuk; Lee Wonjun (Wonjun); Oh Yejun (Yejun);

Rated: E / Warnings: Jealousy / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Fluff;

《 E'LAST Masterlist 》

Choi Youngmin (Romin)

Romin would likely act all cool and collected and calm, and would be very polite and calm while trying to avoid straightforward confrontation.  However you, knowing him so well, would probably be able to tell right away that he's feeling tense from the situation.

You're pouring over a book as you lean over the library, flipping through pages and pages about a specific historical event you were curious about. Your boyfriend, Youngmin, stands just down the aisle, looking for a book that might pique his interest. Someone accidentally bumps into you from behind, and you stumble over a bit, dropping your book with a yell.

"Oh, sorry, beautiful," they say, helping steady you. They take the book from the ground, take your hand in theirs, and place the book in your hand.

"Oh, uh, no worries," you say. They look at your book, their hand still on yours.

"Oh, you're interested in this stuff?" the ask. "I know a bit about this myself. Perhaps we could talk about it over a coffee or breakfast together sometime."

You blink, and withdraw your hand and the book from their grasp, muttering politely, "Sorry, I'm actually very busy nowadays," just as you hear footsteps behind you. You blink and look over as Youngmin comes to stand right next to you.

"Oh no worries! I'm sure we can find time to meet for coffee," the person says, glancing curiously at Youngmin, who is a bit taller than them.

"Hi," Youngmin says politely. You can see him clenching his jaw, though he's smiling politely, as he puts his arm around you. "What are you two talking about?"

"Oh, just my book."

"Cool. Hi I'm Youngmin, Y/N's boyfriend," Youngmin says, holding his hand out to shake. The person blinks, realizing that you have a boyfriend, and they're visibly shaken as they shake Youngmin's hand.

"Oh, boyfriend, hello," they say, trying to find words. "I didn't mean to impose or anything."

"Oh, no worries," Youngmin says, his arm pulling you closer posessively. "You were saying something about talking about the book over coffee? Perhaps Y/N and I could find time."

They smile a forced smile. "Perhaps not. I don't  know . . . I actually have somewhere to be right now. Have a good day."

They bow their head and leave. Romin chuckles next to you, nuzzling your forehead with his nose.

"I love you, baby."

You hum contently. "Love you too, Minnie."

Won Hyuk

Won Hyuk would be playfully passive aggressive if he witnessed someone hitting on you. He'd use friendly words and act overly friendly, but he'd be obviously pissed and everyone would be able to sense it in the rest of his body language.

"Oh really? That's so cool!"

Won Hyuk looks up from the book in his hand at the sound of your voice, accompanied by your laughter. He sees you talking and laughing with someone else. Another customer at the bookstore, and you're just chatting together. Won Hyuk can't help but feel a weird bit of jealousy shoot through his chest, watching you laugh and giggle with some stranger.

"Maybe we can talk about that over coffee sometime."

"Yeah, maybe," you say to them.

He walks over and you smile at him. "Hi Won Hyuk! We were just talking about this book that we've both read," you day.

"Oh? Really?" Won Hyuk forces a smile, taking your hand in his and squeezing possessively. "What book?"

You look at Won Hyuk, squinting a bit. You can tell something's wrong, from the way he grabs your hand, the way his jaw is clenched to force a fake smile.

"Oh, uh, just some book," you say. "Hey, Won Hyuk, I think I saw something over there. Bye," you say, nodding to the other person.

"Oh?" Won Hyuk lets you drag him away from the other person.

"Hey, Hyuk, are you doing okay?" you ask, once you're sure you're out of earshot.

"Yeah. Yeah, why?"

You tilt your head at him, taking his hand in yours. "You were acting funny just now. What's wrong? Tell me."

He sighs. "I didn't like the way they were flirting with you."

"Huh? Flirting?"

He rolls his eyes. "They asked you for coffee!"

"You're right, Hyuk. I'm sorry. I love you, okay?" You squeeze his hand, and he visibly relaxes.

"I love you too."

Lee Wonjun (Wonjun)

Wonjun, upon witnessing someone hitting on you, would be very straightforward and upfront about how you actually have a boyfriend and that boyfriend is not okay with someone hitting on you. He'd try to be intimidating. Please hold his hand after.

Wonjun notices your absence after a few minutes. You had joined him in grocery shopping, but vanished halfway through. Perhaps you went to go get some strawberries for later. You had mentioned wanting to get some earlier, as you had had something in mind for dinner.

He sends you a quick text, and you respond within the next ten seconds.

Wonjun: y/n where are u?

Y/N: im in the fruit aisle. theres this person trying to hit on me over here 🙄 wont take a hint when i say i have a boyfriend

Wonjun looks up and around. Someone is flirting with you? His S/O? That's unacceptable. He scrunches up his nose, grabs the basket of groceries he has, and heads down to the fruit aisle.

When he reaches there, he sees you talking to someone. You look visibly uncomfortable, the way you're standing and looking around and away. He walks over, overhearing bits of the conversation as he approaches.

"I insist," the person says to you. "Just a quick coffee to get to know each other. I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't mind an innocent cup of coffee?"

Wonjun walks over and grabs your hand quickly. You almost yelp at the feeling, but relax when you realize it's just Wonjun.

"Oh, Wonjun," you say, smiling widely. You're obviously happy that he's here.

"Hi," Wonjun says to you, before turning to the person flirting with you. "Hi, I'm Y/N's boyfriend. I'd appreciate it if you'd stop flirting with them, if that's alright."

The person blinks and starts stuttering. "Oh no. I wasn't flirting. I was just offering that we could have coffee?"

"Oh? What did Y/N say?" Wonjun asks, looking at you.

"They said no, and that they have a boyfriend, but--"

"Well if they said no, then no," Wonjun asks, glaring at the person. You can see Wonjun's eyes are burning with annoyance, and gently squeeze his hand to keep him calm.

"Sorry. You're right, sorry. I'll go." The person bows in apology and leaves as quickly as they can. You can dee Wonjun is still fuming, his shoulders all tense and bunched up, so you squeeze his hand.

"Wonjun," you whisper. He looks up at you. "Thank you, Wonjun. Let's get back to shopping, okay?"

He smiles. "Okay."

Oh Yejun (Yejun)

Yejun would be a bit more flustered. He would likely walk over to politely let the person know that you're taken, but he wouldn't have so much of a plan going in, so he'd obviously seem nervous or anxious. At least to you.

"Yejun, how does this look . . . ?"

Your voice trails off when you realize Yejum, your boyfriend, isn't around to see the shirt you just took off of the hanger. You and him had gone clothes shopping together, but it seems that he has vanished. Probably to look for his own clothes, anyways.

"Oh." You deflate a bit, lowering the shirt you were holding against your chest before turning back to the clothing rack.

"I think it looked lovely on you," you hear an unfamiliar voice. You turn around, shirt still in hand, and see someone behind you, with a smile so wide it makes you uncomfortable. 

"Oh, uh, thank you," you say, nodding politely. You glance around, once again looking for your boyfriend. 

"Dressing up for a special occasion? It's a nice shirt."

"Oh, yeah. Concert," you say, not wanting to explain to this stranger that your boyfriend is an idol and you're attending an award show with him.

"Cool. When is it?"

You frown, slightly bothered by the questions. "In a couple weeks."

"Oh, are you busy after shopping?" the person asks, and you realize by their uncomfortable stare that they're trying to hit on you.

"Oh, sorry, no. I mean yes, I'm busy. But I have a boyfriend," you say.

You notice their smiley expression slip into a frown, a look of disappointment, and you press your lips together. Just then, you hear someone calling your name. You turn and see Yejun, your boyfriend, walking over with a pair of pants in hand. His eyes fall on you and the person who was just attempting to hit on you.

"Yejunie," you say, waving him over. You grab his hand the moment he gets close enough, before turning back to the person. "This is my boyfriend."

The person looks between you, Yejun, and your hands together. Yejun seems to understand what's going on at the same time.

"Oh, Yejunie, I was just showing them this shirt. What do you think? For the show?" you ask, holding the shirt up to your chest again.

As Yejun starts complimenting you on the shirt, you notice the person not awkwardly and leave, undoubtedly aware that with the presence of your boyfriend, they've become invisible. You smile to yourself. That went pretty well.

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[thewidowsghost]

The Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 6

(Y/n)'s POV

Once I get over the fact that my brother's Latin teacher was half horse, we have a nice tour.

We pass by the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudge each other. One points to the Minotaur horn Percy is carrying. Another says, "It's them."

Most of the campers are older than me. Their satyr friends are bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD t-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. I'm not normally shy, but the way they are staring at me and Percy makes me uncomfortable. I feel as though they want us to do a flip or something.

I look back at the farmhouse. It's bigger than I'd realized - four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I'm checking out the brass eagle weather vane on top when something catches my eyes, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable. Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and I get a distinct impression that I'm being watched.

"What's up there?" I ask Chiron.

He looks to where I'm pointing and his smile fades, "Just the attic."

"Somebody lives there?" Percy asks.

"No," he says with finality. "Not a single living thing."

I get the feeling that he's being truthful, but I am also sure something had moved that curtain.

As we get closer, I realize how huge the forest is. It takes up at least a quarter of the valley, with trees so tall and thick, you could imagine nobody had been in there since the Native Americans.

Chiron says, "The woods are stocked if you care to try your luck, but go armed."

"Stocked with what?" Percy asks. "Armed with what?"

"You'll see. Capture the flag is Friday night. Do you have your own swords and shields?"

"My own - ?" Percy is cut off.

"No," Chiron interupts. "I don't suppose you do. I think a size five will do for you, Percy, and a size three for you, (Y/n). I'll visit the armory later."

Finally, Chiron shows us the cabins. There are twelve of them, nestled in the woods by the lake. They are arranged in a U, with two at the base and five in a row on each side. And they are, without a doubt the most bizarre number above the door.

Except for the fact that each has a large brass number above the door (odds on the left side, evens on the right), they lock absolutely nothing alike. Number Nine has smokestacks, like a tiny factory. Number Four has tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass. Seven seems to be made of solid gold, which gleams so much in the sunlight it was almost impossible to look at. They all face a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dotted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple of basketball hoops (which were more my speed).

In the center of the field is a huge stone-lined firepit. Even though it is a warm afternoon, the hearth smolders. A girl, maybe nine years old is tending the flames, poking the coals with a stick. I wave at the girl and she looks surprised, as though no one acknowledged her often, and waves back with a smile.

The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, look like his-and-hers mausoleums, big white marble boxes with heavy columns in front. Cabin One is the biggest and bulkiest of the twelve. Its polished bronze doors shimmer like a hologram, so that from different angles lightning bolts seem to streak across them. Cabin Two is more graceful somehow, with slimmer columns garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls are covered with images of peacocks.

"Zeus and Hera?" Percy guesses.

"Correct," Chiron says.

"Their cabins look empty."

"Several of the cabins are. That's true. No one ever stays in one or two."

I stop in front of the first cabin on the left, cabin three.

It isn't high and mighty like Cabin One, but low and solid. The outer walls are of rough gray stone studded with pieces of seashells and coral as if the slabs had been hewn straight from the bottom of the ocean floor. I peek inside the open doorway and Chiron says, "Oh, I wouldn't do that!"

Before he can pull me back, I catch the salty scent of the interior, like the wind on the shore at Montauk. The interior walls glow like abalone. There are six empty bunks with silk sheets turned down, but there is no sign anyone had ever slept there. The place feels so sad and lonely, I am glad when Chiron puts his hand on my shoulder and says, "Come along, (Y/n)."

Most of the other cabins were crowded with campers.

Number five was bright red—a real nasty paint job as if the color had been splashed on with buckets and fists. The roof was lined with barbed wire. A stuffed wild boar's head hung over the doorway, and its eyes seemed to follow me. Inside I could see a bunch of mean-looking kids, both girls and boys, arm wrestling and arguing with each other while rock music blared. The loudest was a girl maybe thirteen or fourteen. She wore a size XXXL CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirt under a camouflage jacket. She zeroed in on Percy and gives him an evil sneer.

"Oh, look," Chiron says as we approach Cabin Eleven. "Annabeth is waiting for us."

The blond girl I'd met at the Big House is reading a book in front of the last cabin on the left, number eleven. When we reach her, she looks me over critically, like she was still thinking about how much I drool.

I try to see what she was reading, but I can't make out the title. Then I realize the title isn't even English. The letters look Greek to me. I mean, literally Greek. There are pictures of temples and statues and different kinds of columns, like those in an architecture book.

"Annabeth," Chiron says, "I have Masters' Archery class at noon. Would you take Percy and (Y/n) from here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cabin Eleven," Chiron tells us, gesturing towards the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Out of all the cabins, Eleven looks the most like a regular old summer camp cabin, with the emphasis on old. the threshold is worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway is a caduceus.

Inside, it is packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags are spread all over the floor. It looks like a gym where the Red Cross had set up an evacuation center.

Chiron doesn't go in. The door is too low for him. But when the campers see him, they all stand and bow respectfully.

"Well, then," Chiron says. "Good luck, Percy, (Y/n). I'll see the two of you at dinner."

He gallops away towards the archery range.

Percy's POV

We stand in the doorway, looking at the kids. They aren't bowing anymore. They are staring at us, sizing us up. I know this routine. I'd gone through it at enough schools.

"Well?" Annabeth prompts. "Go on."

So naturally, I trip coming in the door, and (Y/n) grabs my upper arm, straightening me up. There are some snickers from the campers, but none of them say anything.

Annabeth announces, "Percy and (Y/n) Jackson, meet Cabin Eleven."

"Regular or undetermined?" somebody asks.

I don't know what to say, but Annabeth says, "Undetermined."

Everyone groans.

A guy who is a little older than the rest comes forward. "Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy, (Y/n). You can have those two spots on the floor, right over there."

The guy was about nineteen, and he looks pretty cool. He's tall and muscular, with short-cropped sandy hair and a friendly smile. He wears an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals, and a leather necklace with five different colored clay beads. The only thing unsettling about his appearance is a thick white scar that runs from just beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash.

"This is Luke," Annabeth says, and her voice sounds different somehow. I glance over and swear she's blushing, but after a moment she sees me looking, and her expression hardens again. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?" (Y/n) asks, looking rather curious.

"You're undetermined," Luke explains. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

I look around at the campers' faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing me as if they are waiting for a chance to pick my pockets.

"How long will I be here?" I ask.

"Good question," Luke replies. "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?"

The campers all laugh and (Y/n) facepalms.

"Come on," Annabeth tells us. "I'll show you the volleyball court."

"We've already seen it."

"Come on."

Annabeth grabs my wrist and drags me outside. I can hear the kids of Cabin Eleven laughing behind me and (Y/n) waves good-bye shyly.

When we are a few feet away, Annabeth says, "Jackson, you have to do better than that?"

"What?"

She rolls her eyes and mumbles under her breath, "I can't believe I thought you two were the ones."

"What's your problem?" I'm getting angry now, (Y/n) watching us cautiously. "All I know is, we kill some bull guy -"

"Don't talk like that!" Annabeth tells me. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?"

"To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?"

I shake my head. "Look, if the thing we fought is really the Minotaur, the same one in the stories . . ."

"Yes."

"Then there's only one."

"Yes."

"And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So..."

"Monsters don't die, Percy. They can be killed. But they don't die."

"Oh, thanks. That clears it up."

"Percy," (Y/n) says calmly. "I think what Annabeth is saying, is that monsters eventually reform."

Annabeth nods and I think about Mrs. Dodds. "You mean if I killed one, accidentally, with a sword—"

"The Fur...I mean, your math teacher. That's right. She's still out there. You just made her very, very mad."

"How did you know about Mrs. Dodds?"

"You talk in your sleep," Annabeth answers and (Y/n) suppresses a laugh.

"You almost called her something. A Fury? They're Hades' torturers, right?"

Annabeth glances nervously at the ground as if she expects it to open up and swallow her. "You shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones if we have to speak of them at all."

"Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering?" I sound whiny, even to myself, but right then I don't care. "Why do we have to stay in Cabin Eleven, anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there."

I point to the first few cabins, and Annabeth turns pale. "You don't just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or...your parent."

She stares at me, waiting for me to get it.

"Our mother is Sally Jackson," (Y/n) says softly. "She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to."

"I'm sorry about your mom, (Y/n). But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parent. Your dad."

"He's dead," I say simply. "We never knew him."

Annabeth sighs. Clearly, she'd had this conversation before with other kids. "Your father's not dead."

"How can you say that? You know him?"

"No, of course not."

"Then how can you say -"

"Because I know the two of you. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us."

"You don't know anything about us.

"No?" She raises an eyebrow. "I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were kicked out of a lot of them."

"How -"

"Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD, too."

I try to swallow my embarrassment. "What does that have to do with anything?"

(Y/n)'s POV

"Taken together, it's almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That's because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD—you're impulsive, can't sit still in the classroom. That's your battlefield reflexes. In a real fight, they'd keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that's because you see too much, Percy, not too little. Your senses are better than a regular mortal's. Of course, the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don't want you seeing them for what they are."

"You sound like...you went through the same thing?"

"Most of the kids here did. If you weren't like us, you couldn't have survived the Minotaur, much less the ambrosia and nectar."

"Ambrosia and nectar."

"The food and drink we were giving you to make you better. That stuff would've killed a normal kid. It would've turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand and you'd be dead. Face it. You're both half-bloods."

A half-blood.

I am reeling with so many questions I don't know where to start.

Then a husky voice yells, "Well! Two newbies!"

I look over. The big girl from the ugly red cabin is sauntering towards us. She has three other girls behind her, all big and ugly and mean-looking like her, all wearing camo jackets.

"Clarisse," Annabeth sighs. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"

"Sure, Miss Princess," the big girl says. "So I can run you through with it Friday night."

"Erre es korakas!" Annabeth says, which I somehow understand is Greek for 'Go to the crows!' though I have a feeling it was a worse curse than it sounds. "You don't stand a chance."

"We'll pulverize you," Clarisse says, but her eye twitches. Perhaps she isn't so sure she can follow through on ht threat. She turns towards me, then she looks at Percy. "Who are these's runts?"

"Percy and (Y/n) Jackson," Annabeth says, "meet Clarisse, Daughter of Aries."

Percy blinks. "Like . . . the war god?"

Clarisse sneers. "You got a problem with that?"

"No," Percy says, seemingly recovering his 'wits'. "It explains the bad smell."

Long story short, Percy made the toilets explode.

Yeah, I said it. He made the toilets explode . . .

Word Count: 2455 words

#percy jackson x sister reader #reader insert #fem reader #female reader #percy jackson and the olympians reader insert

[anne-white-star]

Exchange student modern au jon pertwee x reader: Studying abroad

Notes: reader is a student from the netherlands she's 20 years old (jon is 24) and goes to england to studdy. She goes to frensham heights school and meets there jon pertwee as her asigned student for the year. It may not all be acurate but please enjoy reading jon lives in rowledge (this is an au and probably not completly acurate)

Words : 2488

Warnings : bullying, cursing

Y/n was working on her degree in (prefred feeld). Her year of studying concidered also of studying one year abroad, she was extremly exited about it

"Do you have everything dear?"

"I think i do don't worry mom everything will be alright"

"Alright just wanted to make sure, here is your ticket for the train"

"Thanks mom" She hugged her " once i arive i'll call alright

"Alright, take care my dear "

"Take care mom" y/n ran to the train while waving "bye!"

"Bye sweetheart!!"

The wissel went off and a few seconds later the train started to move she kept waving at her mom, once she was out sight y/n sat down it was going to be a long ride.

She had to get from the netherlands to belgium to France and then to London england but she had brought some stuff to sketch a bit the ride was about 7 u 47 min.

Y/n drew the landscape around her sketching with difrent kind of colors

Finaly after almost 8 hours the train had finaly arived, packing everything back up y/n grabed all her things and got out

She had to wait for an other train to frensham cause there was the school she had to go to

Once the train had arived to bring her to frensham y/n sat down again it was going to be about an other 2 hours oh wel she thought its better than biking everywhere.

Late that afternoon y/n finaly arived at frensham heights school the princable greated her " Ah you must be y/n y/l/n" he shook her hand

"Yes thats me" she smiled

"I hope the ride went wel here"

"Oh yes it did everything went alright and the trains were on time"

"Good, you will be staying at a room for one night and tomorow you wil go back home with one of the students he has already been informed of your stay"

"Alright great" she picked up her suit case "please show me the way" about 30 minuts later y/n was seteled in the room, she wasn't going to pack out everything also because of tomorow. She grabed her phone and dialed her mothers number

"Hey mom"

"Hey sweetheart have you arived?"

"Yes i got here about 30 minuts ago and im now in my room where i stay for the night"

"Oh for the night? I thought you would stay there for the whole year"

"I do but they informed me that i would stay with a student for the year"

"Do you know who it is?"

"Not yet they will tell me tomorow"

"Alright wel i don't have to worry about you your 20 years old dear"

"I know mom its fine really, Anyway i should be going i have class at 9 tomorow"

"Alright sweetheart sleep wel"

"Night mom" She hang up And placed the phone on the bedsite table "wel Its time to sleep" she grabed her pyjama out her lugage and put it on, then she went under the blankets and went to sleep

*time skip to 8 o'clock next morning*

Y/n got out of bed and started to dress her self breakfast was waiting then she left her room to eat

"Good morning sir"

"Ah good morning y/n did you sleep wel?"

"Oh yes i did "

"Good im glad to hear that, breakfast is waiting for you it might be difrent from what you normaly eat"

"Oh thats alright im not making a big hassle out of it as long as it is bread its fine"

"Alright then once school starts you will be inform who you wil stay with"

"Thank you, see you later sir"

*skip to 9 o'clock*

Everyone had sit down for class and y/n walked in with the teacher

"Good morning everyone we got a new class mate she is an Exchange student from the netherlands please introduce yourself" the teacher stept aside

"Hi im y/n y/l/n and i hope we will have a Nice year with echoter im really looking forward to it"

"Good miss y/l/n do you know yet who you are going to stay with this year?

"not yet im suposed to get the info today"

"Alright the student you wil be paired with is mr pertwee" the teacher pointed at a guy with big grayish blue eyes dark brown wavy hair and he was wearing a school uniform "you can sit right next to him "

"Alright thank you sir" y/n sat next to mr pertwee

"Hi my name is jon its Nice to meet you y/n "

"Like wise"

"Please grab your english books and turn to page 45"

The day went by fast

"Oh now i don't know who im going to stay with this whole year"

"Y/n You are staying with us"

"Oh... we i guese that we should get my stuff then "

"Good idea, please lead the way" jon grined

"Here is everything"

"Three suitcases and a bag i have seen girls who brought more"

"Oh wel that doesn't really mater i only brought things that i would need, and i got my school uniform today"

"Ah i see, we should go i bet my aunt is waiting for us"

"Alright lets go" They grabed everything and went out

Once they arived home they went up the stairs jon opend the door

"This will be your room for the upcoming year"

"Oh its absolutly wonderfull" she looked around on the otherside of the room stood a desk and a big closet

"The bathroom is down the hall first door on the left, i leave you be so that you can settle your stuff"

"Alright thanks jon i'll be down in an hour"

Finaly an hour later y/n was done with packing out and placing everything in the right place , then there was a knok at the door

"Yes?"

"Hey y/n I just came to tell you that dinner is ready "

"Oh thanks jon im coming with you" she stood up and followed him

Y/n sat next to him at the table "jon i have a question, um where are your parents? "

"They devorced and they don't want anything to do with me anymore so i moved in with my aunt"

"Im so sorry jon i din't know"

"Its fine y/n don't worry" he smiled softly

"Hello everybody!" Came a voice from the front door

"Hi bill, y/n This is bill my cousin"

"Nice to meet you" she shook his hand

"Like whise"

After dinner Everyone went to bed early to get a good night of sleep, the next day was going to be a long day

*time skip to four months later because im to lazy *

"What lessons do we have today ?"

"Um english, biolgy, art , music, history and french

" and Tomorow ?"

Mathematics, science, sport and geography

"Alright noted"

Once they arived at school they went to their class room

"You go in jon i need to check something"

"Alright"

"Well wel wel if it isnt the Exchange student" y/n turned around and looked at a girl and there where two more behind her , y/n knew her of course she had been there already for four months

"what do you want erica" (Im sorry if it is your name you can change it if you want)

"Oh don't try to be all smart and stuff you know what i want and don't think you get a chance with jon, he's one of the best looking boys in the school and he will be mine"

"Honestly i don't mind i only stay at his place, in 6 months i'll be going back home"

"Good because he wil never like a whore like you, now bye" she fliped her long blond hair over her shoulder and walked away while her friends followed while snikering

Y/n signed and looked down "he's just a Friend Anyway" she mumbled while walking back to class

Once she was back in class she sat down next to him "what took you so long" he wispered

"Sorry i could't find my book" it was a lie of course, y/n doesn't want to talk about the struggels she's having with erica, and stuppid enough she's in the same class as her so she always has to look at that dumb face

Y/n Her thought were stoped by what the teacher was saying "as we all know we have a ball at the end of the year and because its you guys last year here you get to decided the theme of the party"

Erica raised her hand "Oh what about a party with lots of alcohol" she grined

"No erica alcohol will not be tolareated" said the teacher

"Whats the fun then if there is no alcohol tsjk" she scold

"Sir what about an all decade event everybody can dress up from the 40s thill now, difrent food will be served and all kinds of music will be played"

"Thats a Nice idea miss y/l/n" People around the room agreed with her idea

"Tsk sounds boring" erica said and her friends agreed

Y/n got angry but calmed her self down "wel if you think its boring please come with a better idea im curious to hear it" she said with a smile, erica went quiet and turned away

"Alright then its setteled this will be the theme of our ball it will be held 6 months from now"

*skip to the end of the day*

*sigh* "im glad this day is over" y/n sat down on the coutch

"Me to" there was a pauze between them "you know y/n Im really proud of you how you handeld yourself in class

"Thanks jon"

"Are you ok?"

"Oh yes i am, im just tired" she stood up

"What Are you going to do? "

"I have to call my mom to sent some of my stuff over for the party"

"Alright im going to make dinner"

Y/n went upstairs and called her mom "hi mom"

"Hi sweetheart Hows everything going ?"

"Everything is fine ..... mom i was wondering if you could sent some stuff over here"

"Sure thing what do you need?"

Could you pack my hair curler some of my make up, my black evening dress with glitters, my 1930s evening coat, the silver high heels i bought with the dress a and the ear rings and necklace i got from grandma ?"

"Sure thing i will sent it in a big box anything ells?"

"Oh yes my trolley i have to take my stuff back home as wel so thats the best idea i guese"

"Alright i noted it i will look everything up And sent it to you"

"Thanks mom love you got to go now"

"Love you to sweetheart speek to you later"

"Bye" she hang up And went back downstairs to eat.

About a month later everything had arived that she would need to dress up

*time skip to 4 months and 20 days later*

The bulying got worse and worse, y/n had been atacked, spit on and called names but never had she imagined that jon would go to the dance with erica.

She had done her hair but stoped with everything els it just wasn't worth it she would rather stay here at home, jon already left a bit sad by the news y/n don't want to atend

*knok knok* the door opend "hey y/n?"

"Oh hi bill"

"Whats wrong"

"Jon has gone out with somone wich i din't expect him to go with"

"Who?"

"That stuppid bitch Erica"

"Really with her? Goodness i expected better from him"

"Me to" she sniffed

"Hey don't give up now there is still a chance come on get dressed chop chop"

"Are you sure I mean..."

"Yes 100% sure you are way more pretty than her come on "

"Alright if you say so.... but how am i going to get there?"

"I have a car"

"Alright give me 30 minuts" y/n started to get dressed put on her necklace, ear rings and shoes she then did her make up, she grabed her long coat and walked out.

She opend the door and heared a car horn

"Hey y/n over here" it was bill he sat in a old black vintage car "here is your ride my lady"

"Why thank you kind sir, lets go" she steped in and sat down

Bill started the car up And drove away

"Thank you so mutch for the help i really need that"

"Its nothig everything for a friend, now come on lets go i also have a date"

Everything was nicely decorated and music was playing, people were dressed up in all Difrent kind of dresses and suits, a table stood against the wall where there wer all Difrent kinds of food it looked all So good

"Look there is jon"

"Alright thanks bill" she hugged him and walked to jon who was dancing with erica, people looked at her as she walked acros the dance floor she tapped his shoulder "hey jon"

He turned around " hey y/n I thought you were going to stay home "

"Bill convinced me to go anyway so here i am" the was caught of guard by a cough from behind her

"Im sorry but jon is my date so shove it you whore"

"Excuse me what did you say?"

"You heared me"

"You know what fuck you its a wonder jon would even want to dance with you, do you even know how miserabel you made me feel this past year, you are also 19 years old you really should be more mature" She was caught of guard when erica shoved her " I get it now you are jelouse of me for staying with jon get a grip, come on jon lets dance" she took his hand and walked to a chair and placed her coat on it, then her beautyfull evening gown got revealed

People stared at her "y/n you look absolutly gorgeous"

"Thank you" she blushed

"May i have this dance "

"Of course jon"

Jon leaded y/n to the dance floor and they both started to do the walz

"Y/n i have to tell you something"

"Tell me jon what is it"

"Well i really enjoyed this year with you staying and i wish you could stay longer, but y/n Im really realy in love with you and i wish i had told you ealyer "

"I love you to jon i really do"

"May i give you a kiss?"

"Sure" she smiled softly at him, He leaned in and gave her a kiss

"Perhaps i can stay a little longer but i need to inform my parents first"

"Thats all fine with me"

"Lets hope they don't mind"

"So do i" he said smiling

And both danced the night away

The end

I hope you enjoyed reading 😊

#doctor who #third doctor #jon pertwee #classic who #3rd doctor #classic doctor who #jon pertwee x reader #Third doctor x reader #tw bullying #bill pertwee

[wolferals]

audition

Arón Piper imagine

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saturday, january 18th 11:22pm • Today was Monday, August 22nd and all I've seen since 8am were wannabe actors reading their stupid lines to us pretending they were fucking Johnny Depp himself. God I was so sick of it, but since I've been grounded my dad made me cast people for this movie he was going to direct. Why were you grounded, you may ask. Well let's say, we just moved to Madrid basically to the end of the world since I grew up in America all my life. Yeah, my first days of school didnt really turn out to be super great, my english teacher was super racist in my opinion. She kept making „jokes" about my country/ and at some point i just snapped and told her how she dared to be so fucking racist. My class agreed with me yet my teacher didnt and put me in detention first and then called my dad. So yeah, thats why he's making me do this.

Some might think, its not a punishment to cast people for a „super cool movie" but have u ever been in a all white room for 10 hours listening to the same sentences over and over, being read by the worst people ever? No, exactly.

Its been exactly 4 hours now, its been around 12 when we decided to take a short break to get some food. I walked around the building for a while, grabbed a iced coffee at the bar and then sat down on a couch in the foyer to immediately text my friends from back home about how horrible i was feeling.

I didnt even get to text 5 words until my dad came around the corner saying something like:"Y/n, lets go. The people wont cast themselves. I mean they'd love to but that's our job." He then laughed loudly and almost couldnt stop. One thing about my dad: He thinks he's hilarious but in my opinion he's a little too full of himself. No offense, i love him of course.

Therefore I walked back to the cruel looking white room and sat down on my chair sipping my iced coffee. „Alright, next up, we have a Joshua Hamilton reading for the part of Jamey." I rolled my eyes. Yet again another Jamey. Ive heard the line:"No way Daniel, are you insane?! Have you even thought about the fact that you could get fucking killed?" about 50 times today.

And to be honest, the only person i'd like to get killed right now would be myself.

„Hello, my name is Joshua Hamilton, I'm 22 years old and I'll be reading for the part of Jamey." The tall, skinny looking guy then spoke after *extremely happy looking* entered the room. Well no offense but super happy people make me puke.

He then read his lines, horribly. He was just too enthusiastic and grinning through the entire thing. It was supposed to be a mad Jamey yelling at his brother who was about to attack his ex girlfriend's killer.

Dad then told him, they will call him. But lets be honest here, obviously they wont. • Alright so another 4 hours passed and we had almost all important characters casted, except Jamey. The crew was getting impatient and we were all super tired. „Dad how many are left?" I then asked because I wanted nothing more than this to end. „26." he answered, sounding annoyed. So was I. „Jeez, for fucks sake." I exclaimed and leaned back in my chair. „Y/n, watch your language!" He scoffed and took a sip of his water before leaning back as well.

„Okay next off we have a Arón Piper. He is Spanish-German, which wouldnt quite match with the way we pictured Jamey. But lets get the guy, kay?" Evan, the producer spoke after reading some reviews.

„Mhm." my Dad hummed. He seemed extremely tired and messed up to be fair.

As I said, I was annoyed and super damn hungry but the second this guy walked in, all my senses were on and I couldnt help but stare at him. He was tall, had curly hair, an earring on his left ear, chocolate brown eyes and a smile that could kill. „Hola,, I'm Arón." My dad seemed to like him too because he sat up straight scanning him up and down. „How old are you Arón?" Lucy, the executive producer asked him, smiling as well. „I'm 23." The handsome guy answered calm and sent me his billion dollar smile.

fuck • I smiled back and for whatever fucking reason I just said:"You must be working out, am I right?" Everyone looked at me but I didnt care, I just looked him right in the eyes and saw him laugh. „Y/n what the hell?" My dad whispered sounding pissed yet confused. „Jamey is a fit dude, he goes to the gym 6 times a week. We have to consider the fact that the actor has to be healthy and all as well." I tried to get out of the weird situation but actually I was just wishing for him to take off his shirt to show us -okay, me- his amazing abs I bet he had. „Uhm to be honest, I just dance, thats it. But you could call that a work out since Ive been doing it since I was 7 years old."

The others seemed impressed too, so Lucy cockily said:"So if acting wouldnt work, youd become a professional dancer?" Arón laughed again and answered:"Yeah, probably. But i havent even read my lines yet."

The entire time he was acting his lines, I was just staring at his god like face, every emotion, every move, every little change in his body language was perfect. My dad looked like he was impressed too and he then, after Arón had finished, spoke:"Thank you, Arón. That was amazing!" He smiled happily and answered fully paying attention:"Oh gracias, it means so much coming from you!" He walked up to my dad to shake his hand and then took back his portfolio. „Honey what do you think? Should we put him in round 2?" I looked over to my dad, took a glance at Arón who was smiling cutely at me. „Nah."

Everyone gave me a confused look and in Arón´s eyes I could see pure fear.

„I think we should give him the part.“

My dad smiled, nodded at me and then spoke:“Alright, Arón Piper, congratulations.“

Arón walked over to me and stuck his hand out for me to shake it. I slowly took his hand and, okay that might sound weird, but it felt so damn good to touch him. God I sound like a creep. No but for real his hand was a lot bigger than mine and really warm compared to my -always cold- claws. „Gracias." he said quietly and stared directly into my eyes while smiling. I wanted to say something like:"Of course, you deserve it, you were amazing." but i just couldnt, i wasnt able to look anywhere but into his beautiful brown eyes.

My dad saw that and cleared his throat loudly. „Thank you again Arón, we will call you next week for further information. But for now, since Jamey is the main male protagonist and we will be filming most of the scenes with you, we'd like to invite you and the other main actors to a dinner party tomorrow night. We hope you're free and we would text you further dates later on today."

-„Yes I'm free, that'd be amazing! Thank you so much! See you tomorrow then, bye guys." He grabbed his jacket from off the floor and left the room smiling brightly.

-„We've got it! We found, first of all the perfect Jamey, and we finally have all the actors, people!" Lucy shouted and sighed relieved. „Alright then, lets celebrate!" My dad exclaimed happily and the others stood up after him. „I'll be right out, I'll go to the bathroom real quick." I informed the guys and just simply hit the bathroom next to the audition room. When i checked back to see if the room had been locked, I noticed that a portfolio book was left on the table. I grabbed it, opened it and and noticed it was Arón's.

Right, he grabbed it before, then shook our hands and put it down again. Then he walked out without it.

So I quickly locked the door and ran through the building, past my dad saying:"Be right back." I figured, Arón couldnt have gotten very far, so I sprinted down the stairs, out of the front door of the building and i looked around if I might spot him. I then saw a guy that looked like him walking down the street towards a silver car and i ran as fast as i could to reach him.

„Arón!" I yelled and stopped once I finally reached him. „Yeah?" he was about to get in the car but turned around. „You forgot that." I passed him his book and tried to catch my breath real quick. „Oh god, thank you! I totally forgot about that. Gracias." He took it smiling.

While I was trying to breath, he opened the car door and said:"Just a second." Me, still dying from all the running, I was now leaning against a wall. „You okay?" -„Huh? Yeah. Im.. good." I was kind of embarrassed at how unathletic i was. „U sure?" he came closer and looked actually quite concerned. „Ya dont worry. Uhm.. See you.. tomorrow..at the.. party?" i tried to play it off and stood straight again Arón smiled again and answered:"Of course. Cant wait!" He then walked back to the car and sent me another smile before getting in.

Damn, this guy.

#aronpiper #aron x reader #elite #cute #casting acting #imagine

[lousimusician]

Heart Broken

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: You and Peter have been drifting and you can't handle the secrets anymore.

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"Seriously, MJ, what should I do?"

"Sorry, did you say something?" MJ asked reading her book, walking beside you.

"Did you seriously not hear a word I just said?" You asked exasperated.

"Yup,"

"Ugh, fine I'm gonna tell you again and please listen this time?"

"Yeah, yeah, drama queen, take it from the top."

"Okay, I'm at a loss, I care about Peter so much, we've been together for a year now but he's always so secretive about everything, he's always leaving unexpectedly, and he's always covered in bruises. I don't know what to do, he won't tell me anything and I'm afraid he might be doing something he shouldn't be doing."

"Confront him about it." MJ said with her head still buried in her book.

"I tried, but whenever I ask where he's been or why he cancels a date he always comes up with some half-assed excuse." You said with a pout as you saw your apartment building come into view.

MJ looked up, "I mean actually confront him, don't just ask where he's been. Ask him why he always shows up with bruises and why he's so secretive."

"But what if he doesn't tell me?"

"Break up with him then."

"W-what? I can't do that!"

MJ shrugged, "You wanted my advice, and you got it. Do with it what you will."

You sighed, "Well thanks, I-I'll think about it, I guess."

"Good, this is you, see you tomorrow." 

"Yeah, bye." You waved to MJ while you entered the apartment building. Your feet felt like weights as you entered your apartment. You greeted your parents, walked into your bedroom, and collapsed on your bed. You were supposed to hang out with Peter later that Friday night for a movie marathon. It would be the first time you hung out in weeks. Of course you wanted to be with him more but for some reason he kept canceling and it was really starting to worry you. Your first thought was that he was cheating on you but you quickly waved that idea away when you kept on seeing him with new bruises constantly and besides Peter was too sweet to cheat.

"Break up with him then"

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about doing it before. You reached over for your pillow and covered your head as you felt tears start to build up. You cared about Peter so much, but you were at your breaking point.

It hurt to see him with bruises and cuts all the time, but it hurt more knowing he was keeping it a secret from you. 

Honestly, you weren't sure how much more of this you could take. 

You'd have to talk to him tonight. 

You felt a tear roll down your face, thinking that you may actually have to break up with him if he continued to keep secrets from you. 

Your eyes felt heavy and you drifted off to sleep.

~

You were awoken from your nap by the alarm on your phone ringing. You groaned and shut it off. Glancing at the clock it read 6:00, meaning you had a half hour to get ready for Peter's.

You grabbed your backpack and stuffed some snacks and movies in it before changing into more comfortable clothes. You said good bye to your parents and left the apartment, making your way to Peter's.

'Okay, just calm down, you'll be okay. Peter will see how serious the situation is and he'll tell you everything. There's no way he'll let this stand in between our relationship, right?'

Right?

Before you knew it Peter's apartment came into view and you let out a shaky sigh, mentally preparing yourself for what was about to happen.You walked into the building and stood in front of his apartment door and lightly knocked on it. You were greeted with a smiling Aunt May, in a dress in the middle of putting an earing in.

"Oh, hey honey. Come in."

You smiled, "Hey May, you going out?"

"Yeah, me and a couple of friends are going out. Peter isn't here right now. You know that boy, always busy. And I'm afraid I'm gonna have to leave now, I'm already running late. Hope you don't mind being here by yourself for a little bit."

"Don't worry about me, I'll be okay here on my own. Just have fun tonight."

May smiled, and put on her shoes "Of course, I'll see you later, okay?" May pulled you into a hug and quickly left.

You looked at the time.

6:45

Well that wasn't too bad, you turned on the TV and started to watch whatever was on, anxious for Peter to get back.

7:00

7:43

8:35

You kept glancing at the clock.

'Typical' you thought.

This wasn't exactly helping your mood. You sent him a text, but still after a half hour he didn't respond.

You groaned once it turned 9, and decided to just go home. Turning off the TV, you grabbed your bag and headed for the door when it was suddenly swung open to reveal an out of breath Peter. He closed the door and walked into the living room.

"I-I'm here! (F/N)!" He said in between breaths. He took a second to compose himself before taking a look at you. "U-uh a-are you leaving?" 

"Two and a half hours Peter."

"I-I know, I'm really sorry, but I'm here now"

"Where were you."

"Y'know Stark internship" he said scratching the back of his neck.

You sighed, and looked down, "Peter, we need to talk."

"Is it because I'm late? I know you're upset, I'm really sorry I just forgot."

"Forgot?!" You yelled taking Peter by surprise. You let out a long steady breath, "Peter, this is the 12th time you bailed on me, we haven't done anything in weeks and every time I ask you about it, it's always the same answer. If it's really the Stark internship why are you always getting hurt?"

Peter was clearly at a loss for words, "I-I-I-"

"Peter, please tell me what's going on," you begged, desperation evident in your eyes.

It was silent for a while before Peter spoke up, "I-I- c-can't"

You sat on the couch and held a hurt look that pained Peter to see, "Why?"

"I... I just c-can't."

You looked at the floor and built up the strength to say, "Peter, if...if you don't tell me what's been going on with you...I-I...This..this relationship isn't gonna work" You bit your lip not finding it in you to look at Peter.

"W-what?" Peter whispered.

"You heard me."

"No, no, no, no, please don't." Peter begged, making his way over to you. He sat down in front of you and hugged your waist. "Please, don't leave me."

A choked sob escaped your lips and Peter hugged you tighter. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his hair, breathing in his scent. Another sob wracked your body and tears started to roll down your face.

"Then...then what am I supposed to do Peter? Sit here and act like everything is okay when something is obviously going on."

"Just please trust me, nothing bad is happening. I'll make more time for you, just please don't leave me." He said as you felt tears start to dampen your shirt.

"That's not how relationships work Peter. Why can't you just tell me what's going on?"

"B-because I can't, I just can't."

 "I'm serious, t-tell me what's g-going on or I'm b-breaking up with you."

"I want to, I-I wanna tell you so bad. But I already said I can't."

Tears rolled down your face harder, "S-so you'd rather break up with me than tell me what's going on?"

"No, no, no, please, Princess, I-I love you" He buried his face into your neck and began sobbing, "I love you so so much, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please, please don't leave me" 

You began sobbing along with him and held him tighter. Running your fingers through his hair. "I-I love you too, b-b-but I-I can't do this a-anymore."

You both sobbed while you held each other. Neither one of you ready to let go, knowing it'll be the last time you'd get to embrace. As time ticked on and both your cries began to die down, you prepared yourself for what was to come next.

"P-peter, you need to let go now."

"If I d-do your just gonna leave."

"I have to"

"No you don't"

"Peter, let go."

"No,"

You sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day, "It's getting late, I p-promised my parents I'd be home by ten" The clock read just after 10.

"I'm not ready to let you go."

"I-I know, but I want you to let me go. Please, just let me go home." 

Peter heard the desperation in your voice and a new set of tears and sobs escaped him. He held tighter for a minute before finally finding the strength to let you go.

"Th-thank you." You stood up and Peter watched helplessly as you grabbed your stuff and made your way to the front door. You stopped and said from the doorway, "If you decide to tell me, I'll give this relationship a second chance. Bye, Peter." You left the apartment and shut the door as you heard Peter cry louder.

~~~

Aunt May said goodbye to her girlfriends and made her way to her apartment where she expected to see her nephew and his girlfriend curled up on the couch asleep together as a movie played in the background. But instead she was met with a very different sight. She entered the apartment which seemed very lifeless, the opposite of what it usually was. She also heard quiet sobs and sniffling which caused her alarm.

She walked towards her nephew's bedroom, which had the door cracked open a bit. She peaked her head in and felt her heart break at the sight of Peter curled up on his bed, in his pajamas, crying with his face buried in one of his girlfriend's sweaters. May gently knocked on the door, causing Peter to glance over at her before burying his head back in the sweater.

"Hey, Pete." She said gently, "Wanna talk about it?"

"She broke up with me." He sniffled.

May sat down on Peter's bed and rubbed his back in soothing circles, "Oh, honey. It'll be okay, do you want me to make you some tea?" 

Peter nodded his head. 

"Okay, I'll be right back and we can talk about it."

Peter nodded his head again as May stood up to go into the kitchen. He nuzzled his face into the sweater as he cried.

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spider man: homecoming #spiderman #marvel #angst #peter x reader

[victorscanero]

The bet // tyrus and muffy

Chapter 2

Chapter 1:

Buffy walked towards the school still not seeing Tj she shot him a text

B: Hey where are you?

T: coming out I went ahead and put a note in your locker.

B:  Aw good practice for when your start doing it for cyrus…

T: I couldn't avoid that could I?

Buffy put her phone in her pocket and waited for TJ to come out and to her surprise he was holding two muffins “here marty always tells cyrus how he should try blueberry since it's your favorite so I guess I remembered” buffy looked shocked 1. That marty knew that and 2. That TJ remembered? “And extra napkins” Buffy Shot him a look “I know, I sound like a stalker just another thing your boyfriend told cyrus you like to have” buffy shook her head “i can't wait to win this bet” she laughed “well, you will lose as far I know though cyrus is straight” TJ said looking ahead buffy was thankful tj wasn't making eye contact like he usually does because she knows she obviously froze for a couple of seconds. Cyrus is gay but that's a secret she can't tell even if it would make TJ tell cyrus.

Later on in fourth period they talked about how they were going to tell the group they were a thing they managed to avoid them all morning but they have lunch soon and after that they start having a few classes together.

Lunch came pretty quickly and their plan was set in motion they stayed back for a few moments to make sure cyrus and marty were there. They walked hands intertwined. Marty was already looking at the door and he said something to Cyrus that made him turn around and that's when they let go and jumped apart. Buffy and TJ got in line to get her food and then

TJ walked ahead to the table not sitting in his not usual seat and buffy sat beside him marty gave them a look and then looked to cyrus he was looking at fries not knowing whether or not to say something. “What was that?” Marty asked looking at buffy “what was what” Andi asked sitting down beside him followed by Jonah sitting beside her “yeah fill us in and guys why does Marty look he wants to punch someone?” Jonah asked reaching across the table and taking one of TJ's’ fries buffy looked to TJ “We have to tell them” buffy said looking at TJ “Tell us what exactly?” cyrus finally spoke up but he already knew “yeah guys spill” andi said confused “Me and TJ are dating” she smiled bringing their hands out from under the table “you're kidding?” Andi asked trying to grasp what she just heard but the people they wanted to hear weren't talking

cyrus hasn't said much since they sat down but marty has been making small comments “wow congrats guys Ii have history next period so I should leave now so I can get my books” he said getting up not bothering to hear the byes buffy looked at TJ and for just a moment she thought maybe he could like her back, that thought vanished as Jonah started asking how it all even started.

“Come on buffy, Marty left as soon as you said we were dating! If we end it now you can say it was a joke and you guys can fall in love or whatever.”

“That can't happen if he doesn't like me!!” She smiled “hurry take this” she said giving him a sticky note they were standing by his locker and cyrus was starting to approach them “hey tj Can I talk to you, alone?” he asked looking towards buffy “sure i have to go to basketball practice anyways”

“uh yeah underdog” he said as buffy started to walk away “what's up?” He asked “why didn't you tell me?” cyrus asked

Tj hated lying to cyrus but he replied with “I wanted to but we just thought it would be better to wait a bit”

“to wait? Yeah I see” TJ was worried about how cyrus was talking he didn't seem like he wanted to keep talking. “hey are we okay?” Tj asked

“why wouldn't we be” cyrus tried to put on smile but it was obvious to anyone who knew him that he wasn't happy right now “well I gotta go” he said “Cyrus wait TJ grabbed his arm TJ wanted to tell him how he felt but he still wasn't sure how Cyrus felt “Are you going to the spoon after school?” TJ asked “uh no i can't homework” he shrugged “You always have homework that's never stopped you before.” TJ stopped smiling and took a step closer the air was growing thick neither of them daring to say anything was saying. Cyrus was saved by his phone ringing

“I just can't right now Tj” he said turning around TJ walked towards the gym where buffy was having practice. Marty was helping one of the girls throw a ball in the most hetero movie cliche “here let me help you” but the girl didn't seem to mind he looked to the left and saw buffy as he got to her he gave her a hug she awkwardly put her arms around him “2 more left” she joked pulling apart “I really like him buffy” he sighed buffy's face softened “oh this was a real friend hug” she said giving him a better one “did something happen?” She asked “kind of. I don't know.” He shook his head “Aubrey take over” she shouted walking over to the bleachers “I just need to find out if he likes me. He is mad about something and it's either because he likes you or me i thought rejection was the worst outcome but really it's just him not talking to me.” He said “then talk to him” buffy suggested “then how would I get you to talk to marty” he laughed buffy sighed “I'll do it” she said “what?” TJ asked “If you tell cyrus I'll tell Marty” she said looking to him “So now that your dating Tj forget everyone else right” Marty asked coming over to them “Weren't you the one who left as soon as she said we're dating?” TJ turned to him “I'm not talking to you TJ” he raised his his voice causing girls to turn around “i don't even like girls stop hollering” he said looking to buffy who looked at a loss for words “good luck” TJ said getting up and walking out of the gym to go find cyrus.

He had a feeling he knew where he would be

As he walked out of the school and down to the playground he saw him by the swings he wasn't swinging he was just sitting there

“Hey is this seat taken”

“Um”

An: love u guys sorry last chapter up tomorrow do you guys want to see buffy and martys conversation as well?

#tyrus #amber kippen #amberbrown #andimack #cyrus goodman #jonah beck #tyrus andi mack #lukemullen #joshuarush #tj kippen #tj x cyrus #tjkippen #amber x andi #ambi #andi mack s3 #asher angel #joshua rush #jyrus #libby andi mack #andi mack #andi mack headcanons #asherangel #buffy driscoll #buffydrisoll #cyrusgoodman #garren lake #lgbt #muffy #peyton elizabeth lee #reed with the weed

[survivor-all-stars-blog]

EP 9: “I'll Be a Fucking Pawn For Y'all If It Saves My Ass" - Carson

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK WHEN WILL THINGS ACTUALLY GO MY WAY?  NEVER. :/  

This sucks so much, y'all are awesome for getting Kait to her SECOND win.

That could've been cleaner. Yikes.

This vote obviously put me in something of a weird position. I was never going to vote Kait because of our alliance. And yes, I firmly believe she'd side with me over the alleged Malay-cult. She and I have been closer than a lot of allies I've had in these games so far. We're in lockstep, we're keeping each other sane, and we're not even talking exclusively strategy. The best alliances are formed by people who like each other's outlooks and attitudes, right? That's me and Kait right now.

I was also never going to vote Jack or Lydia because of our awesome Thotse quad with Wes. And I was not likely to vote Steffen unless there was a critical mass going his way. That left us with Ruthie (immune,) Carson and Jakey (on Kabru with me.) So, shit.

Anyway, I told MJ I might try to protect Jake if I could because they both want to work together. But the momentum started swinging his way, and it became even more locked in when he started targeting Kait. His best play would've been to target Steffen or Carson, and even then I'm not sure he could've rallied the votes. 

Not wanting to be totally screwed on Kabru after a blindside, I didn't really engage with Jake too much. He came to me asking me to vote with him, almost as a last resort I feel? We hadn't talked since the swap, and he only came to me at 6:30, even though I know for a fact he was talking with others throughout the day. He told me he had Ruthie, Jack and Steffen locked in. I knew the latter two just weren't true. So rather than give him false hope, I checked with the latter two that their votes hadn't changed, then told Jake the votes weren't as locked in as he thought. 

And he, somewhat predictably, lost his shit. He didn't want to accept that, telling me that if I voted for him, he'd stay... that my vote was the difference maker... that I was too far up Kait's ass to see it... that I needed to grow a fucking backbone... that I'm pathetic.... that I'm terrible at the game...

Yeah, I've played enough games by now to know nothing good comes from engaging in someone who's resorting to personal shots. So I disengaged. And I think Jake may have forgotten there's a second game going on, in his blind rage? As a multiple-time pre-juror, I know for a fact that it's so not worth getting upset over. Shit happens, the game doesn't break your way. But attacking people over it accomplishes exactly nothing. From what I hear, it sounds like I got off easy too. Apparently he ripped hard into Carson, Kait, Lydia and Jack too.

I don't like when people are sore losers. I don't like when people go for personal shots in a game that's meant to be fun. But I especially don't like when people do both of the above to my friends. Fuck that noise. Any chance of me wanting to work with Jake on Kabru went out the window with that, and I'm sure he feels likewise based on that vote. If it makes sense, I might vote with him as a matter of necessity, but he's not long for this game if I have my say. Bye Felicia.

Normally I would've been more upset about the vote being delayed a few hours, but between the extenuating circumstances out of the hosts' control and the fact that Jake still would've been in the One World chat anyway, nothing noticeably changed. So, fuck it, what's two hours of waiting?

Anyway I like slither.io. It's not my best game, but I enjoy it. Can't wait to put up a high score and show Jake that he's not God's gift to competitions. "Oh mind you I’m the best competitor on this tribe. Not tooting my own horn, just looking back at past performances."??? Like, fuck you? One unnecessarily long endurance run in an early comp doesn't mean we should all just bow down to your *~clear challenge superiority~*. Different people are skilled at different things. 

I'm so glad nobody responded to his diatribe in the OW chat. The last thing he needed was to be enabled. His perspective is just that – HIS perspective. It's clear he doesn't really have a grasp of how this game is playing out, or else he might not have been the one to go last night.

Gage is super duper cute! But he never responds to my messages, so I am super duper not happy about that! Like, Gage, please. C'mon, Gage. Get it together. C'mon. I sent him what I did in the adventure, and you know the response I got? It was a riveting, rambling silence. Like...? What!? Didn't Gage WIN once or something?? How did he manage that??? Did he sleepwalk there, or were the other people in the final tribal council just that bad? I am completely befuddled.

Oh MJ really just threw me under the bus eh? I can't believe I got the full Olympics experience in one night. Choke.

Oh not me getting one of the highest scores on both my tribes for a flash game!? What a foreign concept. 

safe in both games, so i have time to work on RELATIONSHIPS and read my book on how to win survivor so i can win this!!!!

please help

mj and pat treating me like pawns for the adventure! love it.

ill be a fucking pawn for yall if it saves my ass but an idol or something WOULD be nice.

In other news, Jimmy is the bee's knees. Yes, he is! He is so very cool! Yes, he's hip!

me and kait on call

i think theres an imbalance of trust between mj and i.

i trust him wholeheartedly as hes my only close ally, but he sees me as expendable from what i get from our conversations. he barely responds and i obviously seem to be of lesser priority? but idk maybe im just paranoid, but im holding on for dear life

me pressuring mj into sending his screenshots of his latest chats and seeing almost all of them are about the game! how iconic.

LISTEN I REALLY WANNA KILL THE OA TONIGHT. LIKE I WANT OWEN TO LEAVE. i'm just in this STUPID FUCKENING SPOT in the middle of jenn and jimmy and LOGI-WAN????????? IS LEAKING SHIT TO JENN THAT I WANT JENN OUT ??? OR SOME SHIT LIKE WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT SDGJSDKLSD;  GOD. 

i have more to say but i will wait for after class but i'm still like i legit don't know what i wanna do

i'm gonna need a pair of cargo shorts for all the people logi-wan thinks i have in my pockets!!!

Sorry that I've been kinda AWOL but it's because I've been feeling pretty shitty about my position in the game as a whole. I'm very lucky to have Matt in the game who is always willing to have strategic conversations that I know will provide me with a secure outlet that's not going to make my position even worse. I told him I planned on making a fake idol but idk if I'll go ahead with exposing that I have an "idol" to my tribe due to current changes in circumstances that I'll talk about later. Jakey's exposing of the tight Malaysian core alliance has made them change their tune which I'm really happy about because I'm sure I'm the target tonight (thanks Owen, you suck), but thankfully Jimmy exists and wants to work with me to pull off some move because the Malaysian's are going whack and he is thankful I saved him all that time ago back in Easter Island? I- I didn't do that much except kill my own game but thank you for willing to switch shit up! 

It looks like their might be a chance I will stay tonight, however there are several different stories being played out on this tribe. Logan told me flat out it's me. However Jimmy told me Logan approached him and Jenn to vote out Gage? I don't get why when clearly Gage showed him loyalty? I'm not complaining cuz it means the vote would not be on me. But I think it's gonna be on me since Jenn reassured that it probably was. So it would come down to MJ voting with Jenn/Jimmy over Owen/Logan. Alternatively I could be a total bitch and expose a plan if I'm totally unsure what to do, or 10 minutes before tribal I could post my fake messages and idol that I found to hopefully send them into a panic and switch their votes off me and onto someone not me. It's a tough position to be in cuz I don't want to reveal I've an idol and for it to backfire somehow, but also how it may look untrustworthy to my alliance if I "had" an idol and didnt "play" it. So hmm. I'm concerned because Gage seems to be going after Logan now but is trying to get Owen? I fear this is where it could blow up. 4 of these people are going to both tribals so it's a very tricky situation. If the plan falls apart, the votes might just all fall back onto me because I'm the "easy vote". I have to see what happens and make a calculated decision before tribal that will work in my favour.  

It could be game over, or game on. 

So like, I want Gage to go home. He is going to both tribals like Jenn, Jimmy, and Owen. Lydia and Owen are in the minority in Game B, so I'm thinking they're going to be easy boots because Gage is close to Kait. Well, I don't want that to happen, obviously. They're both my allies. But I'm also on good terms with Jenn and Jimmy, so I don't want them to go. Kait isn't an option because Kait isn't going to both tribals, and no one wants an angry, scorned Kait in the game. That's like leaving a provoked bear in the game. No thanks! Plus I'm good with her, too. That leaves Gage, and he made it super easy for me to want him gone by not speaking to me at all, lol. I sent you the receipts of my adventure, the least you can do is respond! Rude!!! Anyways, yeah, Gage should go. Also, he is trying to target me, I guess? Which is also not cool. Good Guy Gage is going down.

please god

WHOA I WON THAT IMMUNITY HUH!!!!!! im honestly not that worried if we lose just bc ik i have mj ruthie and matt on my side no matter what and that would at least tie it. but basically i tried to go on call with owen and kait to smooth over some relationships... i rly intended to work with owen if he would let me but he went and told kait the one piece of information i told him which was that i heard that lydia and kait made a deal to stay.. owen u rly know how to piss me OFF huh

i had a pretty good call with kait and i hope it was enough that if mj did keep me if we lose on tribe b, she wouldn't flip her shit and come after mj. mj is literally the saving grace of my game and ill do anything for him in this game. if that means i gotta be fake with kait and pretend like i wanna smooth things over and work together then ill do that. anyway ruthie is a legend and will win this season bookmark THAT

I've been laying SUPER low.  Like, I apologized to Kait and told her I was close to voting her out because she scares me as a player or whatever, but that I really wanted to work with her because we didn't get a chance to work together in Trashy, and then I also threw in how my good friend Ashley Sarah liked playing with her so much when Kait was catfishing in Canaries and hopefully we bonded a bit.  SHE FREAKING TERRIFIES ME but if working with her keeps me around longer, I'm all for it.  I'm not going to try to make anymore big moves for awhile because as much as I want to, I don't want to piss off the rest of the people in the tribes.  

My goal now is to stay close with Steffen, Steve and keep talking to Pat because he's just so nice.  He's genuinely the nicest person playing in my opinion.  I'm also going to stay close to Jakey, he's my number one, and I'm going to stay close to Carson as well, and just try to stay on his good side and stuff.  I don't want to take Carson to the end, there is no way.  As much as I love Steffen I'd rather not take him to the end either.  Jakey I could see, going all the way with but we both have to stay in order for anything like that to actually happen.  

I don't know if I made the right choice in putting my foot down about voting Jimmy over Gage. Every option seems bad in my opinion, but I think I've made it pretty clear I want Gage around, just to turn my back and vote him next time... I don't know. This will probably bite me in the ass somehow, like maybe Gage is lying to me and Lydia will end up going, or idk god knows what will happen....

Nobody has really talked to me since I went to dinner at 6:30... So part of me just feels like I'm getting clocked on both tribes. Either way, I guess I'll see what happens. 

I don't want this to be the end, really, and I don't know if it's smart to try and take control in a game where everything spreads like fire and is painfully obvious. I just gotta keep crossing my fingers, huH!

Time off???? from this game????? A concept! I don't know what to do with my hands.

gage is leaving????? maybe.... even tho i'd prefer owen leaving but... everything is so risky and shaky at this point im so KJDFHJKDHS NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN 

This may be my last confessional! I decided against playing the fake idol card because I didn't want it to blow up the plan currently in place. If it goes how I hope I should survive but I've still got low expectations. Secondly, I'm a bad explainer of things and I didn't want to get caught out and laughed at because I made a silly idol. It's a card I'll keep in my pocket if I survive. If not, I'll be thankful to those who tried to keep me in the game and I'll wish my allies luck in surviving. But fingers crossed and all the other stereotypical survival things to say. Lets goooooooo

I guess Gage is coming for me, so I had to switch my vote against him. If he knew how much I'd been doing to protect his ass, maybe he'd think differently.

It's a shame when people's stupid decisions prevent others from doing the right thing. Oh well! STUPID.

I had three calls the hour before tribal with Jenn, Lydia, and Owen and they were all concerned with getting Gage out, and then he gets voted out unanimously in both games. I'm glad all that time I spent trying to get him out wasn't wasted. Bye-bye, Gage! Don't target me next time, okay?

Whew I am so happy I survived but extremely sad that it came at Gage's expense. I really would've loved to work with him because he's honest, caring, charming etc. He's just a all round good guy and buddy. I'm also interested that suddenly I'm making a whole pack of new friends? Kait (although drunk) is talking to me for the first time since day 1 and secondly Owen has found his voice to chat to me! So I'm very interested to see what position this could put me in. I'm also shook that Matt thought my idol was real? I told him it was fake before I made it gdfihgkol. Maybe I should pull it out if it's convincing enough! Also I'm surprised Lydia came to me and goes "you're welcome". Um. I'm not sure you swung the vote on my tribe to Gage considering there was talk of it being him at lunchtime today? Like. I'm crediting Jenn and Jimmy for that one so sorry this isn't Port Royal and I'm a different player. Just cuz I'm in a shitty position doesn't mean I'm not beginning around for whatever scraps I can find. I HOPE this tribal is  turning point for me, but you hosts are sending us all to tribal again so I'll probably get taken out as the easy vote, but I trust Jenn/Jimmy to at least tie it for us.

#confessionals #ivebeenbamboozled