prompt: au !highschool where you get cast as sandy and lin gets cast as danny and you guys have to kiss lol cooties
warnings: lots of fluff, i don’t think i swore ??
a/n: !!! i love drama kids so much and i’m sorry if this like offends any of you!! i really hope you like this one bc i’m super very really extra proud of this and idek why but okay i love u all pls lemme know what you think ok goodnight xo
You and Maria were standing up against you locker. Maria was telling you about some new jeans she had bought and you were “listening.” Honestly, you were just looking at him. Not creepily - just, you know. It was Lin.
Lin was talking to his friend Anthony, eyes flashing towards you every few moments. You blushed when your eyes made contact, looking down to your feet.
“Are you listening to me?” Maria sighed, her words drenched in sarcasm.
You scrambled for an excuse but sighed, “’M sorry. I just -”
“Hey, Y/N,” Lin said, interrupting you with easy grace.
You took a breath, Maria quickly filling your void, “Hey, Lin. Are you auditioning for the play?"
Lin smiled, nodding, "How about you?”
Maria put a sweet grin on her face, “Yeah. Y/N is going out for Sandy,” she put her hand to her mouth like she was telling a secret, “But she’ll deny it if you ask."
Lin laughed when you scoffed, "I’m sure you’ll get it, what about you Maria? Rizzo?”
“You you suggesting something, Mr. Miranda?” She teased easily.
Lin laughed and put his hands up in surrender, “I’ll see you ladies in there,” his eyes were bright, “Bye, Y/N.”
You forced a smile, groaning as he walked away.
“I’m such an idiot,” you sighed, banging your head on the locker next to yours.
“You’re not an idiot,” Maria said, pulling your shoulder back, “You just need a little more confidence around him.”
“And how does that happen?”
Maria giggled, “I don’t know! He’s a senior. In drama. It’s not like he’s that intimidating.”
“He’s popular,” you shrugged, slamming your locker and started walking to homeroom.
“See you for auditions!” Maria winked, tossing some hair over her shoulder before walking the other way.
What the hell did you get yourself into?
Auditions came quicker than you expected, and casting even sooner. So when Maria came over, eyes bright and smile big, you almost didn’t comprehend what she was saying.
“You got Sandy!”
Well, you understood that. What you missed was, “And Lin is Danny!”
You felt comfortable, excited even. Maybe a little guilty towards the few senior girls who didn’t get the lead. And here you were as a junior playing Sandy. Still, that guilt faded when Lin gave you a hug on the first day of rehearsals, telling you how proud he was of you.
The first day of practice was just a script run through. You hadn’t seen Grease in a while, so it was a much needed refresher.
However, you reached some of the last few pages, and you saw the words:
Then a few lines down?
Danny kisses Sandy more passionately.
You coughed awkwardly, blushing when Lin shot you a sheepish smile. In place of it for now, Lin blew you a kiss from three seats down.
You let out an airy laugh, embarrassed a little. You should be happy about this, right? You crush is going to kiss you - twice. You should be happy. You are happy. Right?
Rehearsals continued for about a month before Alex came up at the end of a Friday.
“Hey, Y/N, can you hold up a minute after?"
"Ugh, yeah,” you said, putting your bag down. You wrapped a gray sweater around your body.
“Hey,” a voice said, making you jump. Lin.
“Sorry,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“No it’s, it’s fine.” At the sight of him, a smile rose on your face without permission.
Lin opened his mouth to say something more, taking a step closer to you when he was interrupted.
“Good, both of you are here.” Alex said, clasping his hands together, “So, I want to run the kiss on Tuesday, okay?”
You and Lin exchanged a look, both of your cheeks tinted pink.
Lin raised his eyebrows at you, as if asking for permission.
“Sure,” you said as confidently as possible. Still, you’re nearly positive your voice broke.
Monday night, Maria came over. She had gotten Rizzo and told her mom she was “running lines” wth you. In reality, she was trying to calm your anxiety.
“Maria, I’ve never kissed a guy - what am I going to do? What if I’m a bad kisser? What if my breath smells bad? What if he never wants to kiss me again? Oh my gosh. I’m gonna kiss Lin - oh shit. Oh my gosh. I can’t kiss Lin! I - ”
“Y/N! Stop! You need to chill out. You’re making a track.”
You looked down to see where you were pacing, and sure enough, you had created a flat in the carpet. You sighed and flopped down on the bed.
“What am I going to do?”
Maria looked to you on her side, “Didn’t you kiss that guy Jack? Just do the same thing!”
You let out an exasperated sigh, “We were like, eleven. It doesn’t count.”
Maria shrugged, “You’re gonna be fine. You just have to chill out.”
Tuesday morning rolled around and you were a zombie through all of your classes. Maria was a little nervous, but she was nothing compared to you. You were constantly replaying all the times you had run this scene and Lin would dip you and Eskimo kiss you or raspberry your cheek and just make you laugh. And now the thought of being near him made you as sick as it did a month ago at your locker.
Lin came up to you before rehearsal, biting his lips and practically bouncing.
“You sure you’re okay with this? I can talk to Alex and see if -”
“Yeah, it’s totally cool.” No, I’m a mess, you thought. “It’s just acting, right?” Wrong, I’ve had a crush on your for three years, you thought.
Something flashed across Lin’s face at that, but it was gone before you could recognize it.
“Cool,” he nodded before skidding away.
The kiss wasn’t until the very end of rehearsal, and for a moment, you thought he was going to postpone it until tomorrow. You checked your watch: 4:09. Practice ended at 4:30, so all you had to do was stall for -
“Y/N! We’re gonna run the kiss scene dry first, okay?” Alex called over. You sighed but nodded feebly.
Lin was still bouncy, a little smirk on his lip though.
“Start at the beginning of Act II, scene four, okay?” Alex said, but words were mushed together at this point. Lin was looking at you with bright eyes. Still, you couldn’t avoid the snickers you heard from the senior girls across the room, watching you with beady eyes.
You felt Lin - well, Danny - put his arm around you, signally your cue.
“Is this okay?” You tried to sound innocent, like Sandy would.
You dialogue continued for a few more lines.
“I should’ve given this to you a long time ago,” Lin said.
Now, you thought. Lin took in a small breath and everything was suddenly in slow motion. His gaze flashed to your lips then back up to your eyes. You flushed your eyes shut, leaning ever so slightly to feel his lips graze yours. You could feel his smile ever so lightly on your mouth, pulling him closer by the back of his neck. It was short and sweet, how the script directed.
Danny fixes himself before saying, “I really like you Sandy.” Then, with more confidence this time, his lips found yours again. His lips moved like a melody over your own harmony. His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer to him in the prop car. You savored the kiss for a second longer before pulling away.
“Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to -” you paused when you heard the giggles of the girls in the black box, your cheeks immediately flushing red. Lin took notice of this, picking up where you had left off.
“What’s the matter?” You couldn’t tell if it was Danny asking or Lin, so you rolled with the script despite the break in your heart.
Why would he ever like you? He’s a senior. A popular senior. Lin wants a girl like them - popular, pretty, good at acting. Not you. Besides, it’s not like this was anything more than acting.
So that night, before you left, when Lin asked if everything was alright?
You ignored him.
You only ran the kiss once more before the show during dress rehearsals. Lin was calm and collected through the entire thing, while you nearly got sick every time someone mentioned the show at all.
The girls had gotten worse. You could feel their glare during every scene you had onstage. Still, you tried to block it out. One more week, and then this is all over.
It was around seven o’clock the day before opening night, and you were the last one in the theater. You were walking yourself through some choreography that you already knew by heart - you practically did it in your sleep. Humming along to the songs, you marked your dance.
A crash made you stop. Turning to see who was there, Lin emerged slyly, a pint tint on his cheeks.
“Hey,” he started. You offered a small wave but went back to marking your choreography.
“Hey,” Lin said again, this time grabbing your arm gently to stop your movements.
“I’m practicing,” you tried.
“You’ve been practicing for two and a half months. You need to sleep now,” he tried.
You sighed, but nodded and started to pack your bag up.
Walking out of the theater, Lin ran to catch up to you. You were impatient, angry that you let your feelings get in the way and now you couldn’t focus and you were probably going to mess up the show and -
“Y/N?” Lin interrupted your thoughts, worry etched across his face.
You shook your head but started to walk away. Seamlessly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him. You gasped when his hand went from his side to your cheek to push some hair behind your ear.
His eyes flashed to your lips, the same way they did over a month ago on that Friday. You shut your eyes when you felt him close the distance, his soft lips gracing easily over yours, burning like a flame before sharply pulling away. You pointed at him, frustrated.
“Y/N, I -” you held up a hand.
“Just,” you paused, “Ugh!”
You speed walked back to your car, not even turning on your lights as you skidded out of the parking lot.
It was going perfectly. You were beyond excited and even made small talk with a few of the senior girls. Lin tried to talk to you twice, but you would make up lame excuses as to why you had to go; each time leaving Lin sulking.
You had made it halfway through Act II, everything going off without a hitch, when it happened.
It was (obviously) the kiss scene, and Lin was an amazing performer. His lines were sharp and crisp, his attitude perfected, and his everything. He was ridiculously talented, and no one could take that away from him. So when he screwed up a line, you were not expecting it.
The first kiss was sweet, simple. And then it happened.
“I really like you, Y/N,” he said, kissing you before he realized what he said. His lips touched yours with the same passion he was directed to but this time with a fire so bright it could burn. This kiss was different; it didn’t feel staged. You pulled away breathless, almost forgetting your line.
“Take it easy, Danny! What are you trying to do?” You played, snapping him back into reality. Some of your lipstick had gotten on his mouth. You bit back a smile.
Your heart soared for another five minutes before you caught a senior glaring at you again. Annoyed, you fixed your lipstick and changed into your next costume.
The rest of the play continued, smooth sailing until the final bow.
Lin held your hand tightly, squeezing before giving leading you forward for one more bow.
You practically sprinted out of the theater, makeup half off and a pair of sweats thrown on with a teeshirt. You had nearly made it out of the school when he called out.
“Y/N, wait!” He was dressed similarly to you, wearing the Grease shirt you had gotten.
You turned on your heel to face him, brushing a stray curl off your forehead.
“You did really well out there,” he smiled.
“Thanks, you too.” You said as you pushed down any feelings you had for him, even ignoring his ‘I really like you, Y/N,’ slip. “See you tomorrow,” you tried, starting to leave.
“Wait!” Lin said, grabbing your hand like he had done just a day before.
“Lin,” you huffed, “I don’t know what you want me to tell you!”
“Tell me you felt something too,” he said immediately. “Tell me that, that - that wasn’t acting. That couldn’t be just acting, right?”
You took in a sharp breath, “But all the girls -”
“Y/N,” Lin laughed. His eyes were wide. He wet his lips before continuing, “You’re the only one I like.”
Your head shot up, “Wait, you like me?”
He took a step forward, a giggle bubbling out of him, “I’ve been flirting with your for months, but thanks for noticing.”
Your surprise was short lived when he took another step forward, lifting your chin with his finger before pressing his lips to yours.
• victors sneeze
• yurio cussing
•PHICHIT MY SON
•Victor talking about yuuri awww
• “and yurio, he looks happy.”
• CHRIS LAUGH THROUGH THE FUCKING WALL CHRIST
•WHEN CHRIS AND VIC JUMP ON YUURI OMFG
•omg my baby is so confident “take me sightseeing!”
•"your wish is my command" OMG FUCK ME
• OTABEKS VOICE WTF
• sob they so fuckin cute
• “So, friends?”
•"y-yeah thats what it is, a lucky charm" yeah ok yuuri
•"YURIOS ENJOYING THE COMPANY IF ANOTHER HUMAN"
•" are you seriously telling me u don’t remember?“ O he mad
•” me to but there not for the faint of heart" CHRIS NO
•" yeah were gonna have to see that" fuckin me
• “nice moves huh?” Vic pls
• PHICHIT IS STILL GOLD
•"your all leaving?“ No one likes u JJ
• omg MINAMI
•YUURIS DRUNK VOICE I CANT FUCKING SCREAMS FOREVER WHAT A FUCKBOY
•HE SLURS HIS WORDS
• ALERT ALERT ALERT GAYS
[continued from this post, in which I made an accurate prediction]
Vader: [text] so anyways what did he even want?? just to kill u? did he SAY anything?? Vader: was anyone with him???? if that guy has an apprentice or whatev i need to know that pls thanks Vader: how did u do it?? were u on a platform somewhere? soresu or…??? omg PLEASE tell me jar'kaiwas involved u have no idea i would fuckin DIE if u dual wielded Vader: omg i need DETAILS kenobi SPILL pls u have no idea how bored i am tarkin has been presenting a powerpoint about the munitions budget for three HOURS i am DYING tell me moooooorrreee Obi-Wan: Sorry, no play-by-play. It was brief, though. I’m not all that interested in fighting, truthfully. Vader: ugh u are so mean 😭 how can u deprive me of details Obi-Wan: I think he just wanted closure. He…had a lot of problems. Vader: truth, that dude was messed up Vader: and like he was sooooo obsessed with u for like forever lol what was up with THAT like GET OVER IT Obi-Wan: …Anakin. Vader: ?? Obi-Wan: Oh nothing. Yes, I seem to have that effect on people. Vader: oh Vader: very funny 🙄
this is that question about the bonus lol so first the fan is like wah wahh its my birthday say hbd to meee then she like ok so the other day I got a bonus and I wanna buy myself a bday present but i cant think of anything so pls tell me what i should buy myself
uruha: so what did u buy urself when u got ur first bonus?
reita: when i first got a bonus huh~
uruha: do you remember?
reita: i do!
uruha: it must have been while we were recording.
reita: huh? ………………………..what bonus?
uruha: huh? ………………..what do you mean what bonus your first bonus
reita: my first bonus………….
uruha: yeah, when we were like, what we get bonuses?
reita: aahh yes yes
uruha: it was when we were recording
uruha: yeah in Hachioji
reita: oh was it?
uruha: yeah it definitely was
reita: oh okay then –
uruha: and after recording we went to eat monjayaki
reita: ahh ok ok we did we did i remember…..no we went to eat sushi tho
reita: yeah at bikkuri sushi, bikkuri sushi
uruha: oh was that our first bonus?
reita: and it was like 4000 yen per person, and we went all together, and it was 4000 yen per person, and we felt fancy af
uruha: did we split the bill?
reita: yeah but it was 4000 yen per person
reita: ahh…………at bikkuri sushi.
uruha: …………were u surprised
(*bikkuri means surprise)
(*does anyone else think theyre stoned right now)
reita: i never thought i would buy myself food for 4000 yen….cause until then i’d been buying like, bread for 100 yen.
uruha: yeah it was the kind of place we would only ever go if our boss was treating us….but we went on our own
reita: yeah yeah yeah…who woulda thought
uruha: i felt so accomplished
reita: so what did u buy with ur first bonus?
uruha: hmm idk…thats all i remember…i dont remember what else i spent the money on
reita: you blew it all
uruha: ……well yeah.
reita: idk i think i bought like clothes or accessories or something.
uruha: what kind of clothes?
reita: i don’t remember but…i was super excited…and ruki came to sleep over at my house
reita: cause we were gonna go shopping in shibuya the next day, so he slept over.
uruha: ahh okay (still giggling)
reita: and at that time we dressed pretty punk, so he came over
uruha: what to like decide what you were gonna buy?
reita: yeah…and then when we woke up in the morning and went out to the parking lot someone had broken into my car.
reita: i was like, are you fucking kidding me……like the windows were all broken too, but anyway the two of us went to shibuya in that car, and then kai starts talkin about ‘i wanna come too~’
uruha: how did he know you were out?
reita: cause we’d told him we were going.
uruha: aw, he probably wanted u to invite him.
reita: ye probably lmao so anyway we met up in harajuku and the three of us went shopping for clothes…and then after we went to eat gyudon at nakau or some shit (*peasant ass restaurant)
uruha: but wasn’t kais style totally different from you guys? like he wasnt punk.
reita: yeah i’m pretty sure he didn’t buy anything
uruha: he just wanted to go along with you guys
reita: ………………………………….yeh prolly
(reita buRSTS out laughing)
uruha: he was probably so lonely
reita: anyway that’s not the point
uruha: oh right we’re talking about what we bought
reita: yes what we bought
uruha: hmm…well….but i think that like, it doesn’t have to be something you’ll keep…like for example we went for sushi….and it was a really good memory for us. so maybe you should treat yourself to some good food.
reita: yeah for sure
uruha: we’ll always remember that
reita: well yeah cause the way we lived until then was like..the LOWEST of the low
uruha: the lowest of the low.
reita: lower than kitaro
(*this is a stupid joke but theres that anime or whatever called gegege no kitaro and 'ge’ means low fuck off reita)
reita: but like seriously we were living off 120 yen bread and 100 yen litres of chorus water (*weird sweet milky looking bullshit drink) when we were recording and stuff.
uruha: lmao…….chorus water…………
reita: you bought that shit every day. cause it was the cheapest one.
reita: well thats how we lived, so when we got to eat sushi…
uruha: we seriously didn’t give a shit about our health huh
reita: yeah not at all
uruha: if we lived like that now our health checkups would be terrible
reita: yeh (laughs) …so anyway what do you recommend this person buys? some good food?
reita: yeah, it doesnt have to be something you keep….as long as you keep it in here (pats chest) in ur heart
uruha: in ur heart
uruha: that was really loud just now
reita: yeh (laughs) try it
uruha: *snaps fingers*
reita: (laughs) oh ur going for the fingers
uruha: yes, u pat ur chest
reita: yes, i’m the chest (pats chest again) i should do that for the mic check (bursts out laughing)
A/N:this was based on a request which was based off of someone’s headcanons of steve playing guitar hero bc that’s how u get the ladies. idk but i made it w bucky bc he’s my bae. also this is the first smut ive written in like two months so yikesy if it’s bad. pls tell me its bad. (i should never be allowed to write)
You were sitting on a bar stool as Natasha talked to you about Clint, but you weren’t listening. You were too focused on Bucky who was standing in front of the tv, standing next to Steve as the two played against each other on guitar hero. A crowd had formed around them and cheered them on as they progressed to faster songs. Every now and then Bucky would throw his head back with laughter as he saw Steve struggle to keep up. Everyone’s eyes were on the large tv screen that showed both of their guitars and notes that they needed to hit, except for yours. Your eyes were focused on Bucky’s fingers as they moved along the keys, pressing them down gently but with enough force that if you trained your ears hard enough, you could hear the plastic keys meeting the metal underneath it.
“You like what you see?” Nat questioned with a smirk on her face. Her voice seemed distant as you watched the two super soldiers play.
“Uh, yeah,” you breathed out without thinking about what you said.
“Oh really?” Natasha spoke again as she came around the bar, gently swinging her drink back and forth in her glass.
“What? No, what?” You stuttered as you focused all your attention back to Nat. It was hard looking away from Bucky’s fingers, the way they moved, it was almost hypnotizing.
“Okay then,” Nat said with a wink before leaving you alone at the bar. You tried to focus on other things that were going on at the party, like watching Thor tell tales of Asgard to some of Steve’s veteran buddies or Tony and Rhodey speaking to girls. Anything else, but the thought of Bucky’s fingers always brought you back to looking at them.
“Fuck it,” you mumbled to yourself as you turned your attention back to Bucky. Your eyes roamed his body, starting from the bottom, slowly making your way up. You briefly stopped as you watched the languid movement of his fingers over the keys, the way his metal fingers moved made the heat between your legs grow causing you to cross your legs tighter. Eventually your eyes went further up his body, to his shoulders and you could see how his muscles were tensing as he continued to play. Suddenly, you made eye contact with Bucky as he wore a smirk on his face and something about that smirk told you that he knew what you had been doing the whole time. Blushing, you quickly swiveled in your stool towards the bar, asking the bartender to serve you another drink. The coolness of the drink hitting the back of your throat cooled you down for a brief moment but when you felt the warmth of a body behind you, you knew that no amount of alcohol or water could refresh you.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Bucky’s low and husky voice asked you in your ear. You could feel his hot breath fan across your ear, sending chills down your spine. You gulped as you subconsciously squeezed your thighs tighter together, trying to create some sort of friction.
you are at Alexandria before Carl and his group gets there and you are friends with Ron and kinda low key a thing like you hold hand and cuddle but you don’t kiss or anything and when Carl gets there you start drifting away from Ron and he gets angry and Carl and Ron fight and you have to break them up and tell Ron u were never really a thing and Enid like backs u up like never asked her out sorryits really long but make it really long or like a couple parts I would love u forever and pls tag me
Gifs: Not mine
Warnings: Some fluff… And mild violence?
A/N: Please read author’s note at the end.
You were drawing small circles on Ron’s chest as you lied almost on top
of him on the couch. “How’s Jessie? I haven’t seen her in a while,” you said
and out your whole hand on his chest.
“She’s good. Kind of annoying how well she has hit it off with this Rick
“Are you really annoyed because of that?” You asked with a soft chuckle.
He only grunted as an answer.
“Mom wants us to meet his son.”
“We should!” You said excited.
“We’ll do it tomorrow.
You looked up at him and couldn’t help but smile. He noticed and looked
down at you with a smile on his face. «What?» he asked.
«Nothing,» you answered shaking your head slightly before you looked
back out of the window.
The next day arrived. You could all see how the strangers had settled in
in their houses, some more than other. You heard Ron’s voice come up the stairs
and towards your room. Behind him was a teenage boy with somewhat long hair. “Hi,
I’m y/n,” you said cheerfully as you shook hands with the new boy. “Carl,” he
said. Ron introduced the rest. He continued on by telling him all the
information he would need to fit in.
“Shall I show you around?” You asked after a while when an awkward
silence had hit the small group.
“Sure,” he said. You gave Ron a loving smile before heading out the
bedroom door, followed by Carl. You both entered the street and the sun hit
your face. “I guess you might be somewhat paranoid?” You asked with a soft
chuckle as you started to walk along the road.
“What?” He asked confused.
“Well, you’ve been out there for quite a while,” you said and Carl
nodded. “And now you’re in here where everyone is telling you how your safe
inside the walls.” You smiled and felt kind of awkward when he forced a small
smile. “How’s your group then?” You asked with light steps making a comfortable
sound against the ground.
“After being out for so long,” he said smiling at the ground. “They’ve
“That’s nice to hear,” you smiled at him and felt some weight leave your
shoulders when a small, but genuine, smile appeared on his face. “Sometimes wish
I had a group like that. Everyone cares about each other like close family
members. Here it’s more like we’re all just neighbors.”
At first, Carl didn’t say much. But as you continued to talk, Carl
seemed to get more and more comfortable around you and he told you about what
they had been through, even though it was clearly filtered.
You had walked through the whole neighborhood when you reached what was
Carl’s house. With small goodbye’s, you turned around and went back to your
Carl’s group had been here a month already, but it felt much longer. You
had been hanging out with Carl a lot and gotten to know him really well.
You suddenly felt a hand on your neck, softly caressing, while you continued
looking for your keys in what was probably the messiest drawer in the house.
“Hey,” you heard Ron say as his fingers traced the skin on your neck. “You
alright?” He asked.
“Yes, of course,” you said slightly stressed. “Have you seen my keys?”
you asked as you turned around and saw the face of your close friend.
“No, I haven’t,” he said and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh in annoyance.
You continued to search the drawer. “Wanna hang out?” He asked happily.
“Sorry,” you said and found your keys in the corner all the way in the
back of the drawer. You turned around again and saw Ron’s facial expression
filled with disappointment. “I’ve got plans with Carl,” you said. Ron turned to
look to the side.
“Right,” he said annoyed.
“We’ll hang out later today, okay?” You asked and grabbed his hand.
Before you could intertwine your fingers with his he had pulled his hand out of
“Sure,” he said and didn’t even look at you.
“Are you mad?” You asked already knowing the answer. You couldn’t help
but feel annoyed as well.
“No, it’s okay,” he said and left the room making you stand alone with
the keys in your hand. But you couldn’t waste time just standing there looking
dumb, being annoyed with Ron. You had plans. You started to run out of the
house and joined Carl who stood waiting outside the house.
“Is everything okay?” He asked. You just gave him a confused look. “Ron
came storming out, and didn’t even look at me. Have you fought?”
“He’s just…” You didn’t quite know what to say. “It’s nothing to worry
about,” you smiled. “Shall we go?” You asked and so you went.
The day passed so fast, and you had totally forgotten you had plans with
Ron. It was already dark when you came to think of him. “Shit! I just
remembered I said I’d hang out with Ron later today. I have to run… Is that
okay?” You asked before you actually started to run.
“Sure,” he said. “Talk to you tomorrow,” he said and went in the
direction of his house as you started to sprint towards Ron’s house. You were
panting like crazy when you finally got there. You ran inside and saw Ron
sitting on the couch.
“Hey,” you said trying to catch your breath. Exhausted, you fell down on
the couch beside him. “I lost track of time. Carl and I were just-”
“It’s okay,” he said not letting you finish. You put your head on his
shoulder, and your chest was raising and sinking. He tried to shake his
shoulder subtly as a hint he wanted your head off his shoulder. Quickly, you
removed your head from his shoulder and couldn’t help but give him a rather
“Really?” You asked. He turned to look at you, and there was no sign of
happiness to found on his face.
“Really,” he said.
“You’re acting ridiculous!” You said and pulled your hair back with your
“I’m ridiculous?” He asked getting on his feet, but not raising his
“Yes! You’re acting like a child!”
“Don’t try to make this my fault. I’ve done nothing,” he said still not
raising his voice, but you could still feel the anger in it.
“Ron, why are you so mad?” He was about to answer when you heard a knock
on the doorframe.
“Is everything okay?” You heard the voice of Enid ask. But you kept looking
Ron directly in the eyes.
“Everything’s fine,” you said and left the living room, heading for your
bedroom. Quickly you changed into your pajamas not bothering to brush your
teeth, just going straight to bed. Now Ron had raised his voice. He was
obviously explaining everything to Enid, but you couldn’t hear her voice at
An hour went, and you were still lying awake in your bed feeling
frustrated about your fight with Ron. Your eyes shut immediately when you heard
the door to your room slowly crack open. Whoever it was, you heard their
footsteps come closed. Then you felt two fingers slowly stroking your cheeks
and the familiar scent of Ron appeared. Then he left the room.
The next morning you woke up to an empty house. Still mad about the
fight you had last night, you went to go make yourself a bowl of cereal for breakfast.
There you stood, in your pajamas pants and an old band t-shirt that belonged to
Ron pouring milk into a bowl filled with cereal when Enid came running in. You
narrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
“Carl and Ron are fighting!” She said panting. You sighed.
“Are you kidding me?! Who started it?” You asked. She didn’t answer. She
just gave you a look telling you what you were thinking. Ron started it. You
followed Enid out the door, not even bothering to put on shoes. You were
honestly just scared if any of them would get hurt. You followed Enid around a
corner and your eyes fell upon Carl and Ron standing in the middle of the
deserted road fighting.
“Hey!” You said and ran over to them. They just ignored you. “Stop!” You
said louder and started to push yourself in-between the boys. After struggling
a little bit, you finally broke them apart. Once they were not brutally hanging
on to one and another you turned to look at Ron. “What happened?” You asked,
anger filling your voice.
“He is…” he stopped himself and looked somewhat nervous to tell me the
answer. “He’s taking you away from me!”
“Are you really that childish?” You asked him and he didn’t look at you.
“Ron, look at me!” You said but he didn’t listen. You put his face in your
hands and made him look at you. “Get yourself together! You can’t just attack
someone like that for such a stupid reason!”
“You’re not a stupid reason,” he whispered, but you could barely hear
him. “And how do you know I was the one who attacked him?” you gave him the
same look Enid had given you when she came running into the kitchen. He didn’t
say another word.
You turned to Carl and saw how his left cheekbone was already bruised. “How
are you holding up?” You asked as you removed his hand from his face to look at
“Okay, I guess.” He answered.
“We’ll go put some ice on it,” you said. You turned to talk to Ron before
you went with Carl and Enid. “What were you thinking?” You asked frustrated.
“Want it straight out?” He asked slightly raising his voice. You just
nodded. “I was jealous!” He said. “I thought we like had this thing. Then Carl
arrived and it was like you slipped away,” he said. His voice was now soft and
“We don’t have the right to go attack someone because you’re jealous. We
were never a thing!” You said and could feel your heart break a little when you
saw his sad face.
“Not the right to-”
“Ron!” Enid suddenly said. “You can’t just go around attacking people no
matter how jealous you are!” Ron looked between Enid and you.
“Ron,” you said and he turned and his sad eyes met yours. “No matter how
many boyfriends I get, I was never going to let you slip away!”
A/N: So this complete shit and short! If you want me to rewrite it, I’m happy to do so. I just kinda rushed this because I’m going away this weekend and I wanted to post this beore I went. Sorry!
why yall so upset with johnny being dj johnny leave him alone if thats what he wants to do let him do it like.. he’s gonna debut in nct… just not right now… i hope he doesn’t read comments like that honestly… it’s really discouraging to hear yall be like “………..anyway when is he debuting in nct” that’s not all there is to johnny just be supportive and wait patiently… johnny wouldn’t like to see messages like that… he’d wanna see supportive messages for whatever he decides to do
ok right i know its been more than a week since the remontada match but i am SO tired of seeing posts about how barca bought the ref or he was their 12th player like that’s just pushing down what barca actually did and what they achieved that no other team has ever done before just because it’s not YOUR team or you hate them for some reason…..they fought for 90+ minutes and even after the away goal that psg scored they continued and yet people wanna discredit them?
why are u acting like it was psg vs the ref? why are u acting like psg actually played good or decent in any way? they choked and the pressure got to them, and yes i can agree there were some bad calls but pls tell me one match where everything has been sunshines and rainbows?
so all im asking for is to stop discrediting barca for what they did. it happened, they did something incredible and they did it because they didn’t give up. nothing else, nothing more.
can u pls do the 'cross gene reacting to find out u dont want kids' for imfact? thank you :]
you got it!!
Jeup:Would be a bit taken aback, and maybe a little disappointed, but would respect your decision and promise you that he’d never pressure you to do otherwise. “You know that you and your happiness is the most important thing to me, always.”
Taeho:This wouldn’t be news to him, he would have anticipated that all along and would be very cute to you to calm you down from how nervous you were to tell him. “Come on, you think I don’t know you well? Of course I knew that~ So silly~”
Jian: He would laugh and wrap you up in a hug, if he was disappointed at all he certainly wouldn’t show it. “I’ve already got four kids to raise, what makes you think I wanted more?!”
Lee Sang: He would be relieved because he felt the same way but had been too nervous to tell you. Of course, he wouldn’t let you know that part, and would try and play it cool instead. “Me and you both, babe.”
Ungjae:Is pretty startled that you even thought that far ahead, but realizes that it doesn’t really matter to him much anyway. “That’s okay, but if I do end up feeling super paternal someday, can we get a puppy or something?” (As if he isn’t already a puppy himself…)
okay so i actually brought up ur new fic in a conversation at lunch today,,,, we were talking about kinks and i mentioned that u were gonna write an omorashi fic and my friend looked at me and said "pls tell me ur not gonna read it" so i lied and said i wouldn't read it,,,, w h o o p s anyways that was really good !!!! but like if any of my friends knew i read this i would have no friends lmao
LOL i mean i get that reading omorashi is probably considered weird for most people but sometimes you just gotta give things a try, you know? (this is to all my followers that are thinking no way jose right now) and thanks man! i’m glad you liked it lol
Also, you know what’s so great about stanning Jin?
This guy improve IMMENSELY every comeback.
Back in 2014 I already thought he was a good singer and I thought it was going to stay that way bc he’s the visual and only a sub vocalist…
But then, they released I Need U and I was like “WHAT THE???? THIS IS PURE HEAVEN”
And then we got Run and his two covers and it was EVEN BETTER
And even if WING and YNWA aren’t the best era for us Jin stans, we still get to listen to his amazing solo track
And yknow… I dont know how he sounds like in live bc I’ll never get the chance to hear it but I’m sure he does an amazing job
so i got uhhhh like all my stuff taken and or restricted for punishment reasons
my chrome is being monitored + site blocked so i cant use most social media sites on there including tumblr. luckily my parents didnt kno abt web skype and discord so i can still access that to chat i just have to delete my browser hist after. twitter is blocked too. my steam + chat apps + spotify were “deleted” (aka just the shortcuts), but using them would be a risk
all phone apps that werent labelled under school/language/news/art were deleted.
i have a kindle that has access to skype but it wont let me log into tumblr on the tumblr app. the websites..should work? but its very slow
im writing this on mobile chrome tumblr blejh.
my phone and laptop r taken away at night but not the kindle
my discord is finfin#1707 thats probably the best way to reach me (pls tell me who u r) and my skype is luckytooths. friends can ask for my my phone # ill be on mobile a lil while longer to give it out
Request: Can u pls do an Peter x reader imagine were she has to were glasses and the lost boys make fun of her for it and Peter and Felix both get on her side and tell the boys to stop ( and Peter and Felix are both her bffs)
“Four eyes! Four eyes!” A Lost Boy shouted at you. He pointed and laughed, along with his buddies.
“Stop it!” You shouted back, pushing up your glasses.
It sucked being the only girl in Neverland, and having glasses. The boys often made fun of you, especially when your best friends, Peter and Felix, weren’t around to witness it. They’d call you names, point and laugh, and sometimes take your glasses. It was all a game to them, but to you it wasn’t. You hated it. You hated having glasses. They made you feel stupid and ugly in them. You wanted to be like the Lost Boys: a boy and no glasses. But alas, you couldn’t change your vision or your gender in Neverland. Plus, there were a few things you actually liked about being a girl.
“Look, I’m Y/N, and I can’t see without my glasses!” Another Lost Boy teased. He reached for you glasses, yanking them off.
“Hey! Give those back, I need them to see!” You tried reaching for them, but your eyesight was so piss-poor. You couldn’t exactly see straight. Everything was a blur now. You couldn’t tell who was who unless you were literally up in their faces.
“Look at me! Look at me!” The Lost Boy giggled and cackled with his buddies.
You growing frustrated. You couldn’t see for the life of you, and the teasing was becoming too much. Tears welled up in your eyes from so much anger. Your fists balled, and you began to shake.
“Oh, is the little blind girl going to cry because we won’t give her her glasses back?” A Lost Boy mocked, butting out his lower lip, though your couldn’t see that.
“N-no,” your voice quivered. You tried holding in your tears, but you were becoming so overwhelmed. “Just give me them back!”
“I don’t think so,” he smirked.
You had had enough. You took a risk and went for it. You lunged forward, tackling a Lost Boy. Though it wasn’t the one with your glasses. You stumbled up, looking around. The sun had hit your glasses perfectly. You saw them glimmering for a moment, and that’s when you tackled the right Lost Boy. Though he called out for another Lost Boy and tossed them.
It was a brawl. The Lost Boys laughed and threw your glasses around. You tried tackling them, jumping on them. You tried to reach for your glasses, but the entire commotion stopped when you heard a crack. A Lost Boy had thrown your glasses, landed on the floor, and another accidentally stepped on them. The frame broke, lens cracking. You whipped your head around to the sound. You quickly crouched down, feeling around the floor until you felt them. Lifting them up, you could now see how broken they were. That’s when the tears fell.
“N-no! How will I be able to s-see?!” You screamed. “I hate all of you!”
“Whoa, listen, we-we’re sorry! We didn’t mean for the–”
“What have we here?” Peter’s voice boomed, silencing every Lost Boy.
“Boys, why are her glasses broken?” Felix asked, arms over his chest.
The Lost Boys cowered in fear at the two more powerful beings on the island. Even though Felix held no powers, he could kill you in an instant.
“Listen, P-Pan, we didn’t, uh, we didn’t mean to! It was all a game!” A boy tried to explain himself.
“Then how come she’s crying? How come her glasses are broken? Doesn’t sound like a game to me!” Peter snapped, shooting down his boys.
Felix came over to you, comforting you. Due to your tears, your vision was blurrier than usual. At first you didn’t know who was touching you. It made you flinch, but once Felix told you it was him, you calmed down. You held your glasses up to him, sobbing. There weren’t any eye doctors in Neverland. No one could fix your glasses. How would you see?
“The-they’re broken. I can’t… I can’t fix them,” you cried. Felix sent a glare towards the boys.
“Games aren’t supposed to involve her getting hurt, or hr crying. Understand me?” Peter scolded. “If I hear or see any of you making fun or her, or giving her a hard time because she has glasses, it will be the end of you. Period. Do you boys understand?”
When no one moved or said anything, Felix stood up from his crouched position. “Pan asked you a question. Answer it.” He said sternly. The boys all nodded, too scared to say anything.
“For the next week, all of you will do exactly what she tells you to do. She orders you to clean something, get her something, anything, you do it. Are we clear?” Again, the boys nodded at Peter. “Scram.”
All the boys stumbled and tripped over themselves and each other. They ran off, shaking. Once gone, Peter and Felix went back to your sides. You were on the ground, on your knees. You stared at your blurry, broken glasses. Tears were still dripping down your face. You were practically blind without your glasses, and now you were screwed. Both boys put their arms around you.
“I won’t–” you hicupped. “–I won’t be able to see anymore.”
“Hey, calm down little bird,” Peter cooed, calling you a nickname he’d given you long ago. “We can fix them.”
“How, Peter? Look! The glass is broken! My frames are broken! I’m done for. I’m dead-weight without ‘em! I can’t see for the life of me, and now they’re broken! God, why do I need them! Why does my eyesight suck!” You ranted, tossing your glasses to the ground in anger. Felix pulled you into him, hugging you. His hugs always calmed you down.
“Take a deep breath, little one,” Felix said calmly.
“Oh don’t tell me that, Felix!” You grumbled, still in his embrace. “No one and nothing can fix them!”
Your face faltered again, more tears coming to your eyes. Petr had gotten awfully quiet, but you were too upset to take notice. Instead you cried in Felix’s chest, your hand resting on his chest. He eventually pulled you away so he could wipe your tears. There was some whispering between the two boys, but you paid no attention to it.
“No more tears, okay?” Peter grinned. He had placed your glassed back on your face. You had your eyes closed, but once you opened them, you could see clearly. There was no crack in the lens, the frames didn’t feel funny. They were perfectly fine.
“See? Fixed,” Felix smiled wide, teeth showing.
“How did you…?”
“Magic.” Peter simply said. “Don’t be silly, darling. I’m Peter Pan, and Peter Pan never fails. Even when it comes to fixing those glasses.” He raised an eyebrow, grinning.
You hugged Peter now, hugged him tightly. You nuzzled your head into his neck, thanking him a million times. You then went to hug Felix, being thankful for both boys. They really were your best friends. Like big brothers. Always protecting you and making sure you were okay. They were the best. Better than any of the people you had back where you came from before Neverland.
“I’m so glad I have you boys as my best friends,” you squeaked, voice quiet. They hugged you back, forming a small group hug.
“We’re glad we have you, too.” They both said in unison.
so, kinda need some advice. trying 2 make long story short, last summer me and a classmate started being really close, to the point of talking everyday, phone calls and such. We were best friends Some feelings happened and then we didn't talk anymore for 4 months. we started talking again this week And he gives me mixed signals. Like he says 'I missed u so much' and stuff but then the next day he tells me that he doesn't know if he loves or likes this other girl. Pls tell me if I can pm u,thanks
He is leading you on please don’t let him do this to you because you deserve so much more than this.
Also if you wanna come off anon and pm me then thats totally fine too.