We live in a small, musty dorm room
but it’s perfect because it is the first place
we’ve ever lived alone.
We put plastic bottles of vodka
in our tiny refrigerator and laugh.
We watch reruns of our favorite childhood shows
and sleep until noon.
The boy I love never visits.
The boy you love visits
until you break his heart.
We live in a four-bedroom apartment
just the two of us. And even with all that space,
we’re usually in the same room.
We throw parties more often than we should.
There is a designated place that I go when I’m drunk
to cry. You always know where to find me.
The boy I love comes over and ignores me.
The boy I love comes over and kisses me.
The boy you love comes over and you break his heart
again. The boys stop coming.
It’s just us.
I live in my parents’ house but my parents are gone.
It’s strange, this open space, this haunting.
A boy loves me but I don’t love him back.
He stays on Skype while I fall asleep.
I don’t know how long he waits to hang up
but when I wake up, everything is new again.
I stop answering his calls when I fall in love
with someone else. Soon, I know him
and his apartment as well as my own.
Soon, I don’t know what I did before him.
I show him my childhood bedroom and smile.
We live in a house a mile away from campus.
The boy I love helps us move in. He’ll be gone
before we move out but we don’t know that yet.
I would have screamed if someone had told me.
We lose things slowly that year, incrementally,
one piece at a time. We don’t notice until everything is gone.
This house, this time, is the last of the golden time.
We would have screamed if someone had told us
what was coming.
We live in a two-bedroom apartment with no natural light.
It’s our last year of living together so we make a small effort
to decorate, but end up leaning a picture against a wall
for six months before mounting it.
Things are getting bad and my mother is calling you
to make sure I’m breathing in my room.
Things are getting bad and we’re hiding in our apartment
sealed against it all, watching bad TV shows and eating
Chinese food. In this apartment, we feel lucky.
We feel protected. It is the last of these moments.
At the end of our lease, I fall in love again.
This one sticks.
I am back at my parents’ house
and you are in an apartment across town.
The first time I visit, it seems so strange
that you have to give me directions to where you live
after so many years of living down the hall from you.
This year, it’s your turn for things to get bad.
This year, it’s my turn to comfort you.
I try my best. It’s not enough.
I try harder.
I am still at my parents’ house
and you are still in the apartment across town.
Now, we are both mourning and both comforting.
You are watching someone you love die
and I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that
my own body is trying to kill itself.
Neither of these things are easy.
We look back at the early years and laugh
at what we thought we knew of grief then.
We do our best. It’s not enough.
We do worse.
We drive two hours away to look at a new house
in a new city. We sleep in the same bed
in a mid-priced hotel room and eat breakfast burritos.
We drive to the new house and meet my new roommate.
I have never lived with anyone other than you
but we like her, so I sign the lease.
You go back to your apartment.
I live in the new house in the new city
and the worst thing happens.
When the worst thing happens,
you tell me in a text message
and I call your mother then pack my car.
I drive two hours to your apartment
and sit with you. We watch TV.
We eat burgers. We do the things that need to be done
when the worst thing happens.
At the end of the weekend, I drive back
and leave you in the apartment.
Even as I turn out of the driveway,
I’m wishing I didn’t have to.
I want to tell my professors that the worst thing
has happened and I can’t be expected to leave you
but that’s not the way the world works so I drive
towards the highway and blink into the sun.
You move a few states away. You live in a house
I’ve never seen in a city I’ve never been to.
I move across the country to an apartment
you’ve never seen in a city you’ve been to twice.
We couldn’t find each other on a map.
It’s absurd, this distance. We don’t know
how to be this far away from each other.
But we learn.
But we find a new way to bring the golden days back.
Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero. (Drabble Series)
Author’s Note: Hey guys. I’m back from my hiatus. I’ve miss you guys so much. I hope to continue writing for a while now that midterms are over and done with. I hope you guys enjoy this series and thank you for everything! Also, special thanks to Combat Anon for the idea of this series!
Give me apartment hcs. I live for that shit. Give us all apartment hcs. Give the people what they want amalas
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Iwaizumi lives in a cheap 2 store apartment complex where he rents a little one room apartment at the ground floor
It’s a more poor neighborhood placed on the border to downtown and the city’s “China Town” (which is a more mixed than actually only Chinese district). The apartment is small and cheap.
He doesn’t own much. Never had lots to bring with him from his uncle’s house when he moved out and never were able to afford many new things. His place is small but he keeps it organized and well sorted. However it’s not a real nice place. Due being on the ground floor and not having many windows it’s more dark. The apartment block itself is worn down and not in the best condition. The floor of his apartment is some run down old linoleum and every once in a while the warm water of his shower is acting up. At least the apartment complex has some washing machines and tumble dryers in the basement which he can use for some coins so he doesn’t have to go to a laundromat.
Oikawa’s living situation is different and way better. He lives in an old but nice brick apartment house where he rents a cozy 2 bedroom apartment.
The neighborhood is to be gentrified in the future but for now still authentic, diverse and not really expensive. It’s an old blue-collar worker area with lots of brick houses and small shops and pubs and a more early industrial look. Slowly more students and artists move close to the area as they love the mix of affordable rents and nice old buildings.
Oikawa has a bedroom and a spare room which he uses as a living room/music room. The kitchen is small but cozy and the bathroom doesn’t have a shower but an old bathtub with a shower head. The rooms (not kitchen and bathroom) have old timber floor board. They are a bit worn down and could use some sanding but they still add to a nice and cozy atmosphere.
Although Oikawa doesn’t own a washing machine so he has to spend time at the laundromat or just drops by at the youth center and bugs Kuroo to use the washing machine there.
Oikawa’s apartment is about 48 m² so really a nice amount of space for him where as Iwa’s apartment is only about 28 m².
He taps the mic, then winces at the feedback. Frohike gives him an apologetic shrug. “Try again,” he mouths.
Mulder sighs. “Is this thing on?” he says in a dead monotone.
“Better than that,” Frohike says.
“Fine. ‘This is Radio Nowhere–’”
“I fucking hate that song–”
“Is there anybody alive out there?” Mulder says. He doesn’t need to turn his head. He can practically hear Frohike’s eyeroll.
Behind them the door bursts open. “It worked,” Patrick says, grinning. “It worked!” The buzz of static on Patrick’s hand-crank radio, and when Mulder speaks into the mic again he hears his voice cutting through the static, just a bare second after the words leave his mouth.
“Pretty good,” Frohike says.
“What’s the range?” asks Mulder.
Patrick raises his eyebrows – an expression that lacks efficacy when his face is mostly covered by a stringy mop of dark hair. “Fuck if I know,” he says, then nods toward the door, through to the room where he’d been sitting. “At least fifteen feet, evidently.”
Patrick and Frohike start getting technical, some noise about skywave propagation, frequencies and hertzes. Before long, Mulder’s interest wanes and he wanders out into the hall.
Is there anybody alive out there, he thinks.
He stops to stare out the window. Plate glass, thick and bulletproof and probably other-stuff-proof too. Toxic rain-proof, at least, since that’s what’s been falling for two straight weeks and the glass is still intact. You can’t say as much for half the stuff in the perimeter. Mulder’s been watching the slow disintegration of things all week: a stack of old truck tires; a dead tree; even, impressively, a saw someone had left lying out in the yard.
In five years, or ten, or fifty – what will be left? What evidence will there be, what will attest to the history of human civilization? He’s seen sketches and even a few photographs from the cities. One photograph, taken just a few blocks from Scully’s old apartment in Georgetown, sticks in his mind. The buildings look bombed out, carved hollow; you can see into the apartment blocks and shops like dollhouses. On the cobblestone streets plants grow up out of the mortar. That white ash, covering everything.
In the middle of the street, a dog sits on its haunches, ears perked. It’s looking straight at the camera, eyes wide open. Glowing.
He’d walked Scully home along that same street, hands in his pockets. Back when she was going through treatment, they’d gone to a Chinese place near her apartment. She ate half an egg roll and some soup before she wanted to go home.
After she went inside he’d stood out on the sidewalk, watching her lights turn on and then, just a few minutes later, off again. He had prowled the streets near her house for hours, deep into the night. Thinking of Scully, and everything he stood to lose.
When he first lost his arm he still felt it constantly, a dull ache. Since he lost Scully – since she left – since she did what you told her, he reminds himself – he’s hardly noticed the arm at all. What’s a phantom limb to Scully’s ghost following him everywhere?
He believes she’s out there. He believes that she found Will, that they are surviving. On good days, he lets himself believe that he’ll find them.
Outside the rain starts to fall. It sluices down the glass exterior, too strange a color, the consistency all wrong. Gelatinous and just slightly orange, almost glowing in the oppressive dark. He has not been outside in sixteen days.
He’s going to lose his mind, cooped up in here. Whatever’s left to lose.
Later that night, Tyler was tidying up the apartment while a balsam scented candle burned, when a knock sounded on his door. He took a deep breath to prepare for whatever nonsense was about to go down, and reminded himself that he needed to play nice, before opening the door.
Y/N greeted him with a smile and a box that looked like takeout in her hand.
“I brought dinner,” she declares, holding the bag up in the air.
Tyler rolls his eyes, “It’s like nine thirty, did you think I hadn’t already eaten?”
She lets her arm fall to her side and glares at him, “The polite response would have been ‘thank you’, but no, it’s fine, really, your manners are wonderful.”
She pushes herself inside then, not bothering to wait for an invitation.
“Speaking of manners,” Tyler scoffs.
She completely ignores him, “Well?” she says, turning to face Tyler with her hand on her hip.
“Are you going to teach me how to be your girlfriend or what?”
“I shouldn’t have to teach you how to be a girlfriend—“ Tyler rolls his eyes heavily, all while following her into the living room.
“Not just a girlfriend, idiot. You’re girlfriend. I need the details. God, have you even thought about this at all? Oh, and where’s your phone?”
“Uh,” Tyler patted at his pockets before pulling his phone out.
He handed it over to her without really thinking.
“Right,” she says, “Come on then, smile big.”
She opens her arm for Tyler to stand close, before slinging it around him and counting to three. Tyler smiled, and at the last second, Y/N turns her head and kissed him on the cheek. Tyler’s skin felt the remnants of her lips, the shock shooting through his whole body. What the fuck?
“There,” she turned the phone so Tyler could look at the screen. “That’s your new lock screen. Put my number in, too. Use some emojis or whatever.”
“Do you do this a lot?” Tyler asks.
“Hmm?” she hums, not paying much attention as she grabs a seat and starts opening the box of takeout on Tyler’s table.
“The fake-dating thing, you’re suspiciously good at it.”
She laughs, “No, but my mind wanders a lot when at work. I thought it’d be a good idea.”
She cracks open the styrofoam lid of the box and the smell of Chinese food fills the apartment. “So, is there anything I should know about your family before I meet them?” She asks, leaning back against the kitchen chair.
“Like what?” Tyler asks. He joins her at the table by scooting out his own chair.
She rolls her eyes, “Like, maybe their names, for a start. Are your siblings older or younger than you? What’s the family dynamic? Just details that a boyfriend would tell his girlfriend.”
Tyler bit his tongue at her sassy tone and hated the idea of her intrusive questioning. But he had to give it to her, those were all things that she would know if she really was Tyler’s girlfriend though, so he sighed and answered.
“Madison, Zack and Jay,” he told him. “Those are my siblings’ names. Mad’s twenty-two, Zack’s twenty-six, and Jay’s eighteen. Madison and Zack are both married. Madison’s husband’s name is Will, and Zack’s wife’s name is Tatum.”
“Big family,” she remarks in between bites.
“So you’re the oldest,” she states. “What about your parents?”
“What about them?”
“Are they together?”
“Any nieces or nephews?”
Tyler shakes his head.
Tyler shakes his head.
It continues like this all night. Interrogation questions. Tyler’s exhausted when he finally lays his head on his pillow that night, but it doesn’t stop him from staying awake and pondering the plan over in his head for hours after.
Tyler had told his family the vague truth about how he and Y/N met— that she stole his parking space on the first day he moved in and that she lived next door. The truth ended there.
Y/N insisted that they have a story for how they got together, in case anyone asked, so the official lie was that Tyler asked Y/N out after the party at her apartment.
They also discussed the more intimate details of their supposed love life.
“Have we told each other ‘I love you’ yet?” she asked, after Tyler told her enough information about his family and life back in Columbus to make their relationship credible.
Tyler sputtered. “What?”
“We’re supposed to have been dating for about five months, right?” she asks, “that seems reasonable.”
“I guess…” Tyler admits. He was beginning to think that Y/N was a secret undercover agent of some sort.
“Okay, so we’re on the ‘I love you’ basis,” she says, almost to herself.
“How affectionate are you around your family?”
“Keep up, Joseph!” she says, clearly frustrated that she has to keep explaining herself. “Do we hug, do we kiss, do we hold hands?”
“I— I don’t know,” Tyler says honestly.
“Well what have you done in the past when you’ve brought a girl home?”
Tyler bites his lip but stays silent. He grits his teeth but feels his cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.
She raises her eyebrows at his silence, but surprisingly doesn’t push.
“We’ll just try to be natural about it, okay?” she suggests.
That night, Tyler couldn’t sleep. Y/N had gone home a few hours ago, but Tyler’s head was still spinning with all the planning she’d put into this whole ordeal. They’d be leaving for Columbus the next afternoon, and in some ways, Tyler couldn’t imagine pulling this off. He’d spent a good portion of time wondering if Y/N was toying with him. What if this whole thing was a way to prank Tyler and the second he brought her home she’d tell his family the truth?
Tyler pushed that thought out of his mind, because in all honesty, he had no choice but to trust her at this point.
She showed up the next day with nothing but a duffel bag at her side.
“That’s all your bringing?” Tyler asks, shocked at how light it felt.
“Yeah, we’re gone for what? Four days?”
“I think I even packed more than you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she scoffs.
“Nothing, I just thought that girls always packed their entire wardrobe whenever they went anywhere.”
“That’s exaggeration and a stereotype,” she says, “want to throw a hyperbole in there, too?”
Tyler rolls his eyes before grabbing his own duffel bag. He swings it over his shoulder before double checking the lock and shutting the door.
“So how long’s the drive?” she asks on the way down to the car.
“About five hours.”
She groans, and all Tyler can think is how much he agrees. It’s bad enough being cooped up in a car for that long alone. He can only imagine how much worse it will be with someone you’re not particularly fond of.
“Do you get car sick?” Tyler asks.
He shrugs nonchalantly, “I just don’t think I could stand getting puked on by you again.”
He tries not to notice the shade of red instantly casting over her face, he tries even harder not to notice how adorable it is.
“I’m glad you’re not a Christmas-music-type-of-person,” she says about half an hour into the drive.
Tyler had said little to nothing so far, but he finds himself laughing at her comment.
“I love Christmas music,” he counters. That was an exaggeration. Tyler kind of didn’t mind Christmas music. He just really felt the need to disagree with everything she said.
“Well then I’m glad you’re not forcing me to listen to it,” she alters. Tyler glances over to see her staring out the window. She was fiddling with the ring on her finger as she gazed at the highway passing by.
“Why do you hate Christmas music so much?”
She just shrugs.
“You can’t be a Grinch around my family, okay? They love the holidays and you can’t bring those negative, Scrooge vibes to Columbus.”
“Don’t worry, I brought my reindeer sweater,” she says, offering Tyler the slightest smile.
Tyler knew there was something up. He could sense it by the sad tone to her voice. He was used to snarky comebacks and constant defenses. But instead, she sounded defeated. Tyler knew there was a story behind her hatred, but he didn’t push.
“Josh will probably stop by,” he says. The silence was making him uncomfortable all of a sudden.
“Pink haired guy,” she says, still staring out the window.
“Yeah, he’s been my best friend for years now. He knows about all of this, says he’ll play along.”
“Oh yeah? And what’s he think of it?”
“Thinks it’s mental. Thinks I should just tell my family the truth.”
“And why don’t you?” she asks, finally tearing her eyes away from the outdoor scenery to look at Tyler.
She nods thoughtfully before leaving it alone. Tyler was grateful.
“Hey, can I ask you something?” Tyler asks after a few minutes of utter silence.
Y/N looks up at Tyler again and nods ever so lightly. He wouldn’t have even seen it if he hadn’t been staring right at her. Tyler tightens his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning a soft shade of white. He wonders if he’s prying too much, but he really was curious.
He goes for it, “How come you were so willing to come spend the holidays with me? I mean it’s Christmas, didn’t you have anything better to do?” He adds a little laughter on at the end to ease the tension in the car.
When she doesn’t answer at first, Tyler wonders if he’s upset her. He looks over anxiously to the passengers side and see’s her fiddling with her fingers again, staring down at her lap. She opens her mouth to speak, before closing her eyes and replacing it with a grin.
“I just thought I’d fit in one more good deed before the New Year,” she answers as she folds her hands in her lap.
A deluded answer. How shocking.
Tyler thought about all the things he told her to prepare for this entire scheme. He told her past stories and family traditions. Things so near and dear to his heart, and it was only now that he realized that he knew absolutely nothing about her.
“It’s not fair, you know?”
“That you know so much about me, and I know nothing about you.”
She rolls her eyes, “Let’s not forget who’s doing who the favor here, alright?”
Tyler scoffs, “That may be so, but how stupid am I going to look if my mom starts asking me questions about you when you’re not around, and I can’t answer them?”
Y/N scrunches her nose, and Tyler realizes that she hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. He feels relieved knowing that she’s not quite the expert he originally thought. Maybe she was human after all…
She pulls her legs up on the front seat and wraps her arms around her legs, pulling them tightly to her chest. “Fine,” she remarks. “My dad’s a pharmacist and my mom’s a teacher. They live in Kalamazoo with my younger twin sisters, Isabel and Cassie. We have a golden retriever named Gravy and the reason that we’re going to your family’s instead of mine’s is because we were at my family’s for Thanksgiving.”
Tyler narrows his eyes, “You have a dog named Gravy?” he asks in disbelief.
She rolls her eyes, “His fur color resembles gravy,” she says as if it’s a fact he should have known.
“Okay, okay,” Tyler lets out a sigh, “Was any of that true?”
“Of course it’s true,” she snaps, “Why would I lie?”
Tyler puts his hands up in defeat and shrugs, “Okay, okay… just checking.”
The ride drags on torturously slow, especially after Y/N falls asleep in the passengers seat with her face pressed against the window. He can’t help but cast occasional glances her way. He watched as a strand of her hair slowly slides in the her face. It rises and falls with each breath she takes. Tyler’s not sure why, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how peaceful and pretty she looked while sleeping. He tried pushing the thought out of his head, she was rude and loud and puked on his shoes for Christ’s sake. He shook his head and started drumming his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel, trying to push through the last hour of driving without crashing the car from staring at his passenger.
He finally stops for gas about forty five minutes outside of Columbus. He wanted to push through, but his poor car just wouldn’t allow it.
He’d never admit it, but he slams his door extra loud in an innocent attempt to wake her up. He’d spent the last hour and a half sitting in absolute silence and he actually craved her company. He smiles, pleased with himself, when she stirs awake. He pretends not to watch through the window as he pumps fuel and purposely turns his head away once he notices her looking around, dazed.
She’s in the midst of a grandeur yawn when Tyler climbs back in the driver’s seat.
“Nice little nap?”
“Shut up,” she snarls.
How pleasant, Tyler thinks as he continues his route back home. Maybe she could fall back asleep again for all he cares.
They arrived in the early evening. Tyler had Y/N announce their presence by having her text Zack when they were pulling into the driveway.
Y/N surveyed the house as she unwrapped the scarf from around her neck. Tyler looked at her wide-eyed gaze, wondering what she was thinking about.
He didn’t have to wonder for long though… “Your house is fucking huge—“ she sputters, turning to look at Tyler from across the car.
He shrugs, “It’s just home.”
“Just home?” she gasps, “What are you, a fucking princess or something?”
“Shut it—“ Tyler snarls as he hears the front door bustle open.
“Tyler!” an array of voices shriek.
He plasters the fake smile on his face and rushes around the car to greet his family.
His mother, of course, is the first one out. She’s wearing an apron around her waist and has a spoon with cookie batter on it in her hand. She wraps him up in a giant hug and plants a kiss on his cheek. He smiles at her.
The rest of the family piled out and Tyler next noticed Jay beaming and turning to Madison with a smirk. “You owe me twenty bucks.”
Madison gave him the stink eye in return. “Shit.”
“Why do you owe him twenty bucks?” Tyler wondered.
Jay smirks devilishly before casting a glance at Y/N, still lingering by the car. “She didn’t think Y/N was real,” he informed him, “But I had faith in you, Ty guy.”
“You bet on me?” Tyler asked incredulously.
“Yeah,” Jay and Madison said in unison, like it was completely normal to bet on your brother’s relationship status. This kind of behavior was why he needed a fake girlfriend in the first place.
“Unbelievable,” he mutters, shaking his head.
“Exactly,” Madison says, then turned back to Jay. “That was really immature of us. Which is why I’m going to hold off on that twenty bucks.”
“You’re such a shit—“
“Stop!” Tyler’s mom says, “Enough, all of you!” She then turned to Y/N, who was hastily holding her duffel bag and looked overwhelmed already.
Tyler squeezed his eyes shut, this was such a bad idea.
“Jay, help her with her bag,” Tyler’s mom ordered. Jay obliged, skipping over and taking it from her hands.
“Thanks,” she says sweetly.
“I’m Jay,” he introduces, holding out his hand.
She shakes it kindly and returns his smile, “I’ve heard so much about you.”
Tyler was impressed by how confident she suddenly seemed.
“Wish we could say the same about you,” Zack suddenly appears. He introduces himself and shakes her hand, Tyler wanted to strangle him. If Y/N actually was his girlfriend, that statement would be extremely hurtful. He had no class. “But Tyler’s always really evasive when you get brought up.”
But she laughs it off easily. Tyler was starting to become grateful for the easy confidence he usually found annoying. “That’s probably payback for that time I stole his parking space.”
After introductions were over, Tyler and Y/N made their way up to Tyler’s room to ‘get settled in’, as his mom called it. She opened the door and let out a hasty sigh upon noticing the double bed in the center of the room.
“Oh goodie,” she said sarcastically.
Tyler honestly hadn’t thought about that—
Y/N sat on the bed whilst pulling on her hooded sweatshirt, “So how thick are we laying this on?” she asks.
Tyler raises his eyebrows in contemplation, “Pretty thick I’d say, if they were betting on me…”
She chuckles, “Yeah, what the hell was that all about?”
Tyler shakes his head, “Oh, just you wait…”
“You have a beautiful home,” she says to Tyler’s mom as they join her in the kitchen. “We brought over some leftover cookies,” Y/N announces sweetly, moving around Tyler in the kitchen with the container he didn’t even notice she brought. He gets goosebumps as she ever-so-gently brushes her hand over his hip convincingly. “Tyler and I baked them this week, but I see you guys have started baking without us,” she motions towards the spoon in Tyler’s mom’s hand.
She poked her lower lip out into a pout that Tyler wanted to wipe off her face. He couldn’t decide if it was annoying or adorable, and that worried him.
“Oh my goodness!” his mom gasps, holding out her hands to take the container, “We just baked these from a package, I’m sure whatever you brought is much better!”
She opens the lid and observes the cookies, “You convinced Tyler to bake?” she asks surprised.
“It was like pulling teeth, but the rules were that if he licked the spoon, he had to help,” she slides into his side and wraps her arm around his waist lovingly. Tyler instinctively coils his arm around her and waits for a reaction.
Everyone laughs at her remark. As Y/N smiles up innocently at Tyler, he grows suspicious that they might just end up liking her more than him by the end of this.
Later that night, everyone had congregated to the living room. Tyler noticed Y/N lingering around the Christmas tree. She seemed in awe and he was about to go join her, but Madison beat him to it.
“Hey,” she says smiling, “Sorry about the whole, not-thinking-you-were-real-thing…” she says, blushing slightly.
Y/N smiles, “Hey, for twenty bucks, I would’ve done the same.”
They both rejoin Tyler and the rest of the family by the couches where Tyler’s dad is using the remote to flip on the DVD player.
“Y/N, I don’t know if Tyler told you, but it’s tradition for us to watch A Muppet’s Christmas Carol, every year,” Tyler’s dad says from the recliner. “Have you seen it?”
Maybe he’s imagining things, but Tyler swears he feels Y/N stiffen beside him.
“Yeah, I love that movie,” she says. Her voice is thick, but only Tyler seems to notice.
It’s a tight squeeze this year. Tyler’s parents claim the recliners in the room, while Zack and Tatum occupy the love-seat. Jay plops in the bean bag chair normally located in his bedroom, and Madison and Will snuggle closely on the couch. Tyler plants himself on the couch beside his sister before making enough room for Y/N. He hadn’t thought about it before Y/N mentioned cuddling, but this would be where they really had to sell their relationship. They needed to look comfortable in each other’s space–it would definitely raise suspicion if they didn’t.
Y/N squeezes beside him, giving him a look of intention before burrowing into his side. She nods ever so into his side, as if to ask, “is this okay?” Tyler responds by wrapping an arm around her frame, trying to pay no mind to the fluttering in his stomach.
Y/N shifted slightly as the opening credits played, and Tyler became all too aware of their proximity. She was warm next to him, her head so close to Tylers’ that he briefly stopped breathing in an effort to stop fluttering her hair. Her breath on the other hand, was slow and rhythmic, and Tyler could imagine being lulled to sleep wrapped up like this.
Fuck, they hadn’t even been sitting together ten minutes and Tyler was already completely losing his mind. Tyler tried to focus on the movie to take his mind off of her, and he succeeded for a little while until she grabbed his loose hand in hers and started stroking his skin ever so lightly, and every nerve in his body was on alert again. She seemed to notice his discomfort and immediately let go, in what Tyler was sure was an attempt to be respectful or whatever. But Tyler frowned at that response and gathered her hand in his again. He smiled when she gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Tyler couldn’t focus on the movie anymore, and instead found himself wondering how natural and right this felt. It was nice for once to not be subjected to a bean bag chair, alone on Christmas. And with her, it felt even better.
He was in trouble.
As the movie went on, Tyler felt like Y/N was uncomfortable. He scooted his body up in order to get a good look at her face, and when wet eyes and pierced lips were what he saw, he immediately knew something was up. But she stared straight ahead at the screen through the movie.
Finally, Tyler thought of a cop-out.
“I don’t know about you babe, but I am beat from that drive…”
She looks up at him, confused.
“Oh, I can only imagine how exhausted you must be,” Tyler’s mom gushes, “Why don’t you head to bed?”
Tyler let’s out a yawn, “You know what, I think I will. You coming?” he asks her.
She nods softly before standing up from the couch, even taking his hand in the process.
“Thank you again for inviting me, I’m so happy to be here,” she says sweetly.
She’s answered by an abundance of “goodnights” and “sleep well’s” before they’re off to the bedroom for the night.
Tyler hears her tiptoeing back from the bathroom, all changed into some shorts and a pajama shirt once they’re upstairs.
“Thanks for uh- rescuing me on that one,” she says, not quite meeting Tyler’s eye.
“Yeah sure, Muppets make me emotional too,” he jokes.
She nods and smiles softly, dumping her dirty clothes into her duffel. “That movie just reminds me of someone.”
“Is it yourself? Because you kind of resemble a Scrooge.”
She laughs and playfully pushes his shoulder. “I am not a Scrooge,” she argues.
“I know, I know- I’m only kidding.”
Tyler grabs an extra blanket from the closet and plops a pillow down on the floor. He notices Y/N biting her lip anxiously from the bed, like she’s thinking really hard.
“You know-“ she starts, “They could pop their head in, in the morning, or something. If they see you sleeping on the floor, our cover’s gonna be blown. Why don’t you just sleep up here? We might as well go all in, right?”
Tyler squints his eyes at her, sure he’s hearing things incorrectly.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to, we can think of a lie if anyone sees…”
She shakes her head, “No, I’m sure— come on up.” She scoots herself over so that there’s room for Tyler in the bed. He picks up his pillow and blanket before sliding in beside her.
Both of them lay awkwardly on their backs.
“Are you comfy?” he asks.
She nods beside him, “I’m good.”
Tyler snaps off the bedside lamp, illuminating the hundreds of star stickers that Tyler had plastered over his ceiling as a kid.
He hears Y/N gasp beside him, “That’s so cool—“ she says.
“I stuck those up there when I was five,” Tyler tells her. “I was always afraid of the dark but didn’t want a nightlight, so my mom came home with a bunch of light-in-the-dark stickers instead. I loved space, so these made me feel extra safe.”
Tyler inhales as he feels Y/N lean her head on his shoulder softly.
“I like your family,” she tells him.
“Well that’s good, cause they definitely like you.”
She scoffs as if she doesn’t believe him, “They barely know me…”
“Trust me, my mom’s treating you the same way she treated Tatum the first time Zack brought her home. And my dad made a comment about how I ‘picked a good one’ while you were with Will and Mad. They like you.”
She sighs deeply, “Is it weird that I’m really relieved? Like this is a fake relationship, but I still really want their approval?” she laughs, “How weird is that?”
Tyler frowns at her reminder that this wasn’t real. He squeezes his eyes shut and firmly pushes the urge to grab her hand again out of his head. Yeah, he was definitely in trouble.
I was thinking about the Beauty and the Beast AU earlier, and I was thinking about how Roy would probably be really nervous around Riza at first because he knows how sharp his claws are and he wouldn't want to accidentally hurt her with them or any of the spiky scales or anything.
ASDJKFLAFJa OH MY GOD I LOVE IT WOW
Headcanon freaking accepted, Nonny! Ahhhhhhh this would totally be him. Imagine when they dance and it’s kind of like the first time he has that close contact with her ;;
[ENG TRANS] Daesung’s discoveries of BIGBANG members - VI (2013 Japanese magazine interview)
Let’s talk about the best maknae this week!
During our trainee period, his singing ability, dance skills and character left me the deepest impression. I always feel that he is a nice person to hang out with because he is very cute (laugh).
The impression VI gives is that he is constantly growing. His ability of learning new things (like chinese) is astounding. Apart from that, his Japanese language is improving leaps and bounds. He has a small dictionary and he will always note down and learn from there. I have never seen such a serious and hardworking side of him before, so I was surprised. I believe this is how the other members look at him too.
When he attends all sorts of variety programmes in Japan, members will watch all the programmes he went on. We will then tell him “We have watched it, is it fun?” after he comes back. All of us are very supportive of him. He is a person we can rely on, even when he speaks with a famous Japanese figure, his Japanese is very fluent as well. He is currently learning English too. Actually, he is really very hardworking but I don’t think everyone knows about it… Most importantly! I admire him because even when he is studying, he will always bring along that happy and enjoying what he is doing attitude along. This is probably the secret on how he absorbs things fast? I am the type who will get stressful once I start learning, I will have to learn from him~
Ah~ VI san is a very noisy and active person when we are in the resting area and changing room (laugh). After knowing him for so long, even when all of us are always teasing him during his solo promotions, he is really very, very brilliant.
By the time that Beckett had gotten back to the apartment with chinese take out in each hand, Kohl had the girls settled into their new room. No words were spoken as he set the food down, walking over. He stared at them in awe, “they’re so small.”
Kohl nodded, slowly rocking one of them in her arms. “Yeah, I forgot how small they could be. Aug’s getting so big. This one’s Sloane,” she gestured to the small infant cradled in her arms before nudging her head to the other body nestled in her crib. “’N that one’s Willa.” He nodded in silence, she mulled the words over in her head before chancing a glance over at him.
“I think we need to talk about a few things Beck.”
I was wondering how hard it is to keep japanese, korean and chinese apart. Especially the first and the last one because as far as i understand the characters are the same but the meaning isn't so isn't that confusing? Plus, when learning korean, is it neccesary to learn Hanja? Like, I know Kanji plays a big part in Japanese but is Hanja the same case in Korean? Or can you perfectly read without learning it?
Hello! Ooh, thank you for the interesting question! And sorry for taking an eon to answer. Heh.
So, let’s tackle Japanese and Chinese first. Japanese uses Kanji and Chinese uses Hanzi. Within Hanzi, you get traditional and simplified characters. From my experience (please correct me if I am wrong, anyone), Japanese uses what stems from traditional Chinese characters. Japanese also has some of their own unique characters. I think judging from your question you already know a bit about Kanji and that it is pronounced in two different ways - kunyomi and onyomi, depending on what kind of word it is (pure Japanese/Chinese base) etc.
So let’s move on to Korean Hanja. Hanja is mostly used in newspapers to shorten words, and sometimes in restaurant menus to indicate a big (大)or a small (小) portion. These are pronounced as 대 and 소 respectively. The pronunciation stems from Chinese (da and xiao), but it is different enough to not be mutually intelligable. These are also seen on toilets indicating a flush for number 1 and 2, lol. Shin Ramyeon, the spicy Korean noodles, also uses a big hanja for “spicy” （辛）. However, without a knowledge of Hanja, you will do perfectly fine in Korean. Most communication outside of the media and legal documents etc etc will usually exclusively use Hangul. Some books include Hanja, but this is to explain the meaning of a compound word better. You’ll see the Korean word and in brackets the Hanja. This is also because some words sound and are spelt the same, but have different meanings based on the Hanja.
Request: Derek luh imagine where he’s your bf but for some time now he’s being a jerk to you, and when you confront him and leave for a days he comes crawling back to you cuz your the best thing he ever had
I stare at a wall blankly while Derek continues to yell lies at me. I don’t even know whats wrong this time. All I know is that he has been treating me like shit and I’m tired of it.
“Are you even fucking listening to me y/n?” Derek asks stepping in front of the comforting blue wall. His face red with anger and his breathing unsteady.
“No Derek I don’t. But I’m tired of this. You coming home everyday yelling at me for random things because you’ve had a shit day. Well guess what Derek your not the only one. Frankly I’m tired of this.” I say picking up my bag with some clothes and my keys.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Derek asks with anger laced in his shaky voice.
“Bye Derek.” I say as a tear slips down my face.
“Whatever I can find someone better than you who actually appreciates me.” Derek says trying to get me to fight back.
I just scoff and close the door. Tears now free falling and landing on the steering wheel. I get up the courage to start the car and drive away not before seeing Derek throwing things inside the house that we built together. I shake my head and drive down the dark street.
I pull up to my friends house in an absolute mess. She walks out the front door already knowing what is happening and opens her arms for me to run into.
“Its okay to be upset. He doesn’t know whats he’s missing.” Y/F/N whispers in your ear.
After I got done throwing everything and anything around the house I collapsed to my knees, balling my eyes out. I hear a knock on the door, I immediately jump up and run to the door hoping to see y/n. I open the door as fast as I can but only to see Nate.
“Woah bro, what the hell happened?” Nate says stepping into the apartment with Chinese food.
“She fucking left me. She got up all calmly and left like the last two years were nothing.” I say running my hands through my matted hair.
“To be honest dude we all saw this coming. You haven’t been the nicest lately. She came to me asking what she did wring to make you hate her.” Nate sighs.
“She thinks I hate her?” I mumble looking down at my feet.
“Im gonna leave you here, you gotta think about what you want, but if you do want her back you can’t treat her the way you’ve been.” Nate says as he shakes his head and walks out the door.
Thats the second person to walk out that door today all because Im an ass. Whatever its not all my fault she has just as much to blame as I do! I think to myself hoping to talk my self off this cliff of misery.
It’s been two days since y/n left Derek and today Im meeting up with her to see how she is doing.
“Hey Nate.” y/n mumbles and comes and sits down next to me on the couch.
“How are you doing?” I ask giving her a look of sympathy.
“Im okay, now that I don’t have to be yelled at everyday.” She sighs twirling her thumbs.
“Im so sorry he did that, he’s been under a lot of stress and he just takes it out on you I guess. He’ll come back I promise” I say as I turn to face her.
“Do you even know what he said to me before I walked out that door?” I shake my head no signaling for her to continue on. “He told me he could find someone better, someone who actually appreciates him and have you seen all the twitter buzz with pictures of him and this ‘new’ girl everywhere. He obviously doesn’t want me. He found someone ‘better’.” She says tears threatening to spill out the corners of her eyes.
“Y/n.” I say shaking my head. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
“Why does everybody keep telling me that he obviously knows what he’s missing and doesn’t give a damn!” She yells clearly frustrated with the whole situation.
As I’m about to respond a loud ding goes off indicating I got a text message. I look down to see a text from Derek reading:
Where is Y/n Ive been trying to call her but she’s not picking up or answering any of my calls. I need to talk to her. I want her. I need her back. Is she okay. Nate please tell where she is. Im so upset that I lost her. She can’t walk out of my life.
I sigh and she speaks up. “Its Derek isn’t it?”
“Yeah, you haven’t checked your phone lately have you.”
“No. I urned it off yesterday after seeing the whore on my Derek.” She says with some anger coming back into her voice and face.
“Turn it on and lets look.” I say calmly and grab her phone holding down the power on button.
The minute we turn her phone on its flooded with dozens of messages from Derek all reading ‘please’, ‘I need you’ or ‘I need to talk to you’. She rolls her eyes and scoffs.
“No! He doesn’t just get to do that! He doesn’t get to say all theses things and then feel bad about because he lost me and come crawling back without an explanation!” She yells getting up walking towards the door.
“Don’t you think you should at least give him a chance for an explanation?” I ask hoping to change her mind.
She stops dead in her tracks turns around with tears in her eyes and whispers “I can’t listen to more lies.”
With that she swings the door open to be greeted by Derek.
“I can’t listen to more lies.” I whisper
I turn around and swing open the door to be met by a disheveled Derek.
“Y/n.” He breaths out in relief.
“No. Im not doing this.” I say and push past him to run into the elevator. I try and push close as fast as I can but Derek slides in right as they close.
“Derek! Don’t you understand I don’t want to see you and you clearly are happy with your little slut.” I snap.
Derek moves to the buttons and clicks the emergency stop button and with that the elevator comes to a halt.
“Y/N its you its always been you and Im just to selfish to see it. I love you and only you the other girl was only to distract me so I could forget about you, but I couldn’t Im in love with you and only you! Why can’t you see that.” Derek says stepping closer to me and cupping my face in his hands. Tears running down his face.
I break out of is grip and push him away from me. “If you really loved me you wouldn’t treat me like shit, Derek.” I say getting angrier by the moment.
“I didn’t mean to make you think I hated you or to treat you that way. The only reason I did that is because Im under a lot of stress and yelling was the only way I feel I could let it out. I never meant to take it out on you.” Derek steps closer to me once again cornering me.
“Derek, I don’t want to get hurt.” I whisper with a trembling voice.
“Baby girl, I will never ever make you feel that way again, I promise.” Derek says embracing me in a hug.
“Promise.” I whisper mumble into his shirt now stoked with tears.
“I promise. I love you.”
“I love you too.” I mumble.
“You are the best thing I’ve ever had. I didn’t know it until you were gone.”
If you're still taking prompts I would die for a continuation of your NSFW photo shoot fic. Maybe we could see them after the article is released/dealing with being a Thing now?
Patater Photoshoot part 2
The magazine was released one month after the photoshoot. Similar to when Kent and later Alexei came out as gay and bisexual, the public seems to be in shock. The pictures went viral overnight, the most popular being the one where Alexei is holding Kent up against a wall, followed by the photo where Alexei has his hands on Kent’s ass.
Kent really hoped his mom wouldn’t see the pictures. Unfortunately at exactly 10:00 the following morning, he received an email from her. He was expecting something about her complaining about the explicit pictures of him with another man and how inappropriate it all is. Instead she wrote a short lettter:
I saw you on the news today, your pictures are very popular! Now who on earth is the handsome man posing in them with you? I read the article, all about you and your chemistry with him. Tater? Is that his real name? Anyways I expect a phone call from you soon. And bring him over for dinner.
From your favourite mommy ❤️
Kent sighed in relief, at least she doesn’t seem to care that most of the photos looked like Alexei was fucking Kent’s brains out.
Things with Alexei have been interesting since. They tried going out for dinner to celebrate the article’s success, but as they were eating they were bombarded by hockey fans. Instead they ended up in Kent’s apartment with Chinese takeout. Alexei actually spends a lot of time in Kent’s apartment, cherishing his time off before they both have to get back to waking up early to proactive hockey. It’s all very… domestic.
Kent was expecting a lot of sex.
He expected wrong. Other than the photoshoot, they haven’t even kissed. He’s even hinted at it, but Alexei doesn’t seem to want to have any sort of romance with him. It fucking sucks for Kent. He kind of feels lead on too. Why would Alexei get him off at the photoshoot and then spend so much time with him if he just wants to be friends?
The answer hit Kent while he was putting dishes away. And by hit, I mean really hit. Alexei is using him for publicity! Why else would he stick around?! The realization causes his chest to tighten with pain and he drops the plate to the ground. Because of course Kent fell hard for Alexei, and of course Alexei is just using him. Kent doesn’t get happy endings.
Alexei entered the kitchen when he heard the plate shatter on the floor.
“What Happen, kitten?“ He asks, big brown eyes blinking curiously. “Don’t call me that!” Kent gasps, taking a step back from the man. “Be careful where you are step!“ Alexei exclaims, as Kent’s foot narrowly missed a sharp piece of the ceramic plate. Kent doesn’t seem to hear him. “I think you should go,” he hissed back. Alexei blinks down at him in confusion. “I’m do something bad?“ Gosh, his cute face is so fucking innocent and sweet. “Yes! I like you, very very much but it’s obvious you don’t feel the same. You’ve been staying with me for weeks now and honestly I thought maybe you were into me too but obviously I was wrong, so I just think you should leave.” Alexei looks dumbfounded. “But I am liking you,“ he says. “You very pretty and funny and I’m like your weird love of cell biographies!”
“Cell biology, Alexei. Not biography,“ Kent corrects him. It wasn’t a word Alexei was familiar with until Kent.
“Please, get your things and go.” Kent steps over the broken plate and heads to the living room. “What happen?! We are happy and okay and then next minute you mad at me! I’m not do anything! I am liking you!“ Alexei exclaims, eyes wide and his hands were shaking slightly. Kent has never seen him upset before, but he doesn’t like it.
“Exactly, Mashkov. You didn’t do anything. You say you like me but you haven’t kissed me, you haven’t even held my hand since that fucking photoshoot. You’re just using me for the publicity.” Kent sits down on the couch, reaching for Kit, who hops off and runs to attack Alexei’s feet. The Russian sighs and picks up the kitten, kissing her head gently. Kit purrs loudly and Alexei holds her in his arms like a baby.
“Why you call me Mashkov now? I’m Alexei and you my princess.“ He puts the cat down and sits beside Kent, who is struggling to keep tears in.
“Kenny… I’m not kiss you because I’m scared you are not wanting,” he explains. Kent scoffs. “Dude, you’re YOU of course I wanted you to kiss me.“ Alexei just nods, leaning back against the couch as sighing.
“I legit let you jerk me off at a photoshoot, why would I not want you to kiss me?” Alexei shrugs. “I forced myself on you. Not wanting you do things don’t want,“ he explains sadly. Kent rolls his eyes and moves to cuddle up against the larger man. “Lexi, I want everything from you. Like there’s literally nothing sexual you could do to me that I wouldn’t want. Just saying.”
Alexei’s arms fasten around his waist. “Whatever you are wanting, just ask me and I’m give to you,“ he says, running fingers through Kent’s hair. The smaller man smiles, kissing Alexei on the cheek softly. “Well I wouldn’t mind cuddling for awhile,” he says quietly. Tater grins before hugging him tighter.
* * *
The managers for the Aces were slightly disappointed with the photoshoot. A lot of the middle aged male fans stopped buying tickets, merchandise etc. because somehow pictures of Kent looking like he’s being fucked made them uncomfortable. Somehow. The staff quickly quickly got over it though when thousands of teens and adults who use the app “Tumblr" began investing in the aces. Something about a problematic blond and a gorgeous Russian being an “OTP", whatever that means.
The media was supportive of the photoshoot which was nice. Kent’s team was cool with it too, though the chirping never ends. Every practice in the changerooms, Kent receives half a dozen chirps about Mashkov. Alexei is in the same situation, but he doesn’t mind. He just grins proudly every time because, “Haha I’m fuck pretty captain and you have left hand. Haha.“
I tried to think of more Korean historical figures and they all turned out to be Avengers except for the good king Sejong, a Ruler or a Caster. Yeon Gaesomun (a general in Goguryeo that absolutely went nuts in fighting the Tang dynasty and thus exhausted the kingdom's resources, leading to an eventual fall in another kingdom in three kingdoms era of Korea) as an Avenger just tearing Chinese servants apart is something I'd pay to see animated.
Why Avengers, though.
Did they all want to kill as many humans as they possibly could and were bitter antiheroes?
Works as a dishwasher at the Chinese restaurant below his apartment. Has learned some Xiang Chinese while working there
He has sold all of his belongings at least 3 times except for his 1970 Charger. He refuses to drive it most the time.
Met Karlie when he purposely spilled beer on her at an Avenged Sevenfold concert
Enjoys mystery books, cold weather, and not giving a fuck
Does not believe in karma
Studied bugs as a kid
A boy every girl’s father is afraid of
Graduated high school contrary to popular belief
A good breakfast is lucky charms
Values his gym membership
Hates the tourists
psa: I made him using a base I got from @pixelore forever ago that I couldn’t find in her downloads. All my male sims are Quinn clones so I thought using bases would help me get better at making better sims lmao
[Quick 2k drabble to get me back onto my writing game. I promise my nanny one-shot is coming along, it’s just taking forever but it’s long and I hope to have it out by next week! I hope you guys enjoy this little drabble. Italics represent talking in ASL (American Sign Language). All mistakes are mine!]
The first time Bellamy Blake meets Clarke Griffin he’s six and his hands are clammy.
His teacher, Ms. Maya, told them all that they were getting a new special student that morning. He imagined a princess or the goddess Athena from the picture book in his room.
But instead he got a head of blonde hair and a girl who couldn’t hear.