here’s some not nasty f/f plots, because there’s absolutely no reason for f/f plots to be inherently gross
muse a is a hardass high school gym teacher who ends up falling for muse b: a pastel loving, pop song singing preschool teacher
a classic friends-to-lovers thing, where muse a and muse b were each other’s first everything: kiss, crush, prom date…..the possibilities are really endless
bonus: muse a and muse b can never really tell if they’re together or not, so they go on dates with other people but nothing feels the same as when they hold hands
muse a has always thought muse b, her older sibling’s best friend, was incredible, but never considered making a move until muse b had an argument with her best friend (muse a’s sibling) during a sleepover and knocked on muse a’s door in the middle of the night
female superhero/sidekick duo who kick ass during the day and end up in bed together every night
muse a and muse b are rival pop stars/actors/models and swear they hate each other’s guts, even if they’ve made out in dressing rooms and backstage once (or a few times, but who’s counting?)
muse a is the most self centered person that anyone has ever met, so why does she feel such an urge to give muse b the entire world?
muse a is a newbie actor, questioning her sexuality, who just got cast as muse b, an openly gay woman’s, love interest in the next big blockbuster
muse b’s family doesn’t approve of her career choice, so she moves in with muse a, her new girlfriend, who’s ready to do whatever it takes to help her achieve her goals
everyone keeps setting muse a up on blind dates, which doesn’t sit too well with muse b, her long time (secret) girlfriend
anyway, stop making f/f plots gross!!! wlw are people too and the fact that a lot of plots out there for f/f ships are based off inc*st is nasty and should not be happening!!!
A/N: IT’S HERE MY LOVES, SORRY I TOOK A WHILE BEEN BUSY AND SUCH. I hope you like it xoxo (YES THERE WILL BE A 3) Part one here
Warnings: Drinking, fighting, kisses and angst
Word count: 1491
“That’s my girl” Kevin and Veronica said at the same time, “Okay well, let’s get going then, shall we?” Archie asked.
“Lets” you replied.
You walked up to Cheryls house, the party was loud meaning there would be no time for thinking about what happened in your room.
“Y/N” Ronnie said, gesturing for Kevin and Archie to go into the party, “We’ll be in in a minute” you said with a smile. “Yes Ronnie?” your attention now on the raven haired girl, “I’m really sorry about Jughead and Betty..” she began, you cut her off, “V, I know you like Betty, I’m sorry you had to see that too. We’ll be better off without them” you said as you pulled Veronica in for a hug.
Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker Word Count: 2.2K Warnings: Fluff
A/N: The request was pretty open, just reader x peter, so I went with something super fluffy
Looking around the hallway, you take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves. The school looked just how you remembered it, but everyone that was wandering through or chatting in front of lockers didn’t. You saw some faces that you recognised, but they were taller and more attractive now than when you’d known them.
After 2 years, you had finally returned home. Your parents had moved you overseas. They’d told you it was because your dad had gotten an irresistible job offer in Finland; but you knew that your father’s affair was the real reason. It’d been a tough 2 years in a cold, foreign country, but it had repaired your family and now you were ready to return to New York and try to live a normal life.
Spotting an old friend in the crowd of students, your face lights up with a grin and you wave to get her attention, “Kristy! Hey!” you exclaim, drawing her attention. A few other students turn around and stare, but you try your best to ignore them.
Hey! Just reaching out to try to meet new people, make close
friendships. I love learning about other people and their lives,
philosophies, and cultures.
A little more about me: I’m female, I live in Florida. I’m in school
studying to be a speech pathologist. I work at a preschool, I’m in a
college marching band (piccolo), and that’s pretty much my life right
Honestly, not sure how this is gonna work, haha. I hope someone is interested in talking to me!
Be a decent human being
Can’t message on tumblr, the validation email never goes through for some reason :’)
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Reader.
*REQUESTED FROM PROMPTS LIST*
“You’re leaving us in charge? The only humans in this god forsaken town?” Your jaw hits the ground and Stiles exhales comically.
“Personally, I think we’ll make a great team.” He points at you and winks.
“We can’t even lift twenty pounds collectively!” You start to panic.
“Hey, it’ll be fine.” Scott comforts you and you look at Stiles, the excited look on his face almost frightening.
“I just..can we not? Is this like an obligation or can we just skip out on it?” You suck in air between your teeth and Scott chuckles.
“You’ll be fine. I promise. We’ll keep an eye on you.”
“Stiles come help me make the weapons.” Lydia smiles at him.
“Weapons!? No one told me there’d be weapons! Oh my god..” You put your face in your hands as Stiles runs after Lydia.
Everyone’s prepping your backpacks as you get ready to go.
“Now remember, light and throw. Don’t hesitate, okay?” Lydia confirms that you know what you’re doing.
“Yeah, we know.” You nod and step outside.
“Don’t compromise the camera.” Scott adds.
“You guys sound like frickin’ cops.” Stiles raises an eyebrow as he follows you. “You sound like my dad.”
You arrive at the location, ready to fight off the new mysterious men. You’d never seen their faces, they always wore masks. Lydia came to the conclusion that fire was the only way to kill them. The only problem with that was that the building they hid out in had mountain ash surrounding it. You two were the only ones who could get in.
You follow Stiles closely, just about peeing your pants when a man walked up to you.
Stiles stopped walking and you bumped into the back of him. “Jesus…” You whisper, trying to compose yourself.
“Nope. Just me.” The man smirks at you as Stiles bites his lip.
“Where are the rest of you?” Stiles asks.
The man looks at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Stiles rubs his hands together. “I would, actually. Yeah. I’d love to know.”
“You’re a witty one, aren’t you?” The man steps closer.
“Actually, he’s more of a pain in the ass. You get used to it though.” You speak up, trying to protect Stiles.
You sense people watching you and you nudge Stiles. “You’re quite the beauty.” He smiles as he approaches you, tilting your chin up with his hand.
“Do you want to know my skincare routine?” You hear Stiles chuckle at your remark and the man slides his hand down to your neck, drumming his fingers against it.
He squeezes you lightly. “Hey, look. You’re probably gorgeous under that mask there, my dude. I just thought I’d put it out there that, as kinky as it might be, I’m not totally into choking.” You manage to breathe out, your air flow starting to decrease.
You gesture for Stiles as other men step into the room. He throws the Molotov cocktail that he helped Lydia make after lighting it. The explosion blasts the men back, distracting the one with his hands on you long enough for you to escape. You toss another one in his direction.
You walk out the front doors, feeling like a total badass. “Hey. Quick question.”
“What?” Stiles asks as he get in the Jeep, tossing his bag into the backseat.
You sit your bag in your lap. “Was the glitter really necessary?“
He looked like he was thinking as he pulled out of the lot.
”Not really, but it added a nice flare to the explosions, don’t you think?“
“Yeah…I guess you’re right. It made the experience a whole lot more interesting. Does Lydia know that you added glitter?”
“Does Lydia need to know that I added glitter?”
You laugh. “Well okay. That answers my question.”
You arrive back at the house and Scott high fives you. “That was awesome!”
“But honestly, I’d love to know your skincare routine.” Lydia laughs.
“How’d you two learn to work so well together?” Isaac raises an eyebrow.
“We’ve been best friends since preschool. It’s natural.” You shrug and Stiles smiles at you.
“Well, how did you two become best friends?
You exchange a look with Stiles. “He stole my markers…I punched him in the face and he gave me a high-five.”
This is short, apologizes but I’ve decided part four will be the last part<3
It was two weeks later; two whole weeks have passed and the smile seemed permanent on (Y/N)’s face. She’s been dating Stiles for fourteen days, her whole body awoke to the strange feelings he made her experience. She felt… healthy again.
It was Monday, the day that God made to strangle us all together. The day every single person hated, you were either back to work or back to school. That didn’t bother (Y/N) though, she knew that she would see Stiles waiting by her locker this morning, ready to walk her to class.
She skipped through the corridors, smiling at her old preschool friends and walking up to her locker where Stiles stood. “Hello, beautiful.” He murmured, leaning down and giving her a peck on the lips. (Y/N) blushed slightly and kissed him back. “How was last night?”
They couldn’t hang out last night, he said that him and his friends had a game night in Scott’s. He did offer for her to go over and hang out but she knew deep down that she would be imposing; Stiles’ friends haven’t been the nicest people towards their newly found relationship. She’d see Lydia and Kira in the hallways but they’d always turn their heads, almost like they were ashamed.
Stiles smiled apologetically at (Y/N) before noticing how her hair looked different. “Did you cut your hair?” His hands went through her thin hair and she coughed awkwardly, “New shampoo.” Stiles looked at her, weary of her answer but shrugged it off. “Ready?”
Today is February 2nd, 2017: exactly one year after the mysterious disappearance of Johnny Seo, 22, near Blackwood Pines Lodge in Alberta, Canada, a ski lodge owned by family friends. Friends and Family choose to stay silent on this day, but many detectives and investigators still keep up with the case, hoping to find Johnny, living or dead, and bring closure to the family.
Hey dollface! Was wondering if you’d do a Kian Lawley imagine about being his best friend and feeling jealous of how flirty he is with Franny and having a fight and admitting to liking him. @mydearjustyncase
Hey! I absolutely love this request so here it is ! I kinda added some stuff to it and I hope that’s okay! Also, sorry its kinda short! Enjoy! And don’t forget my requests are open! - Maddi :)
Just get through the day and you can go home and relax Y/N. You think to yourself as you’re walking from the back of your work to the front, glancing at the clock seeing you only have 10 minutes left in your shift. As the clock ticks on and your shift comes to an end, all you can think about is going back to the house and having a weekly movie night with your best friend, Kian. Kian and you had been friends since preschool and have been through so many ups and downs. You had had feelings for him for quite some time now, and only three people knew, Franny, Harrison, and Jc.
Walking out of work, I look down at my phone to see I’m getting a call from Kian. “Hey KiKi.” I breath out, happy to be talking to Kian. “Hey Y/N, I don’t think we can have movie night tonight I’m filming with Franny.” “Oh um, okay,” I reply, sounding a bit upset. “Bye Y/N,” Kian says hanging up.
Getting onto my car I turn the radio on to try to get my mind off things. It takes me no less than 10 minutes to get home, and walk into the sometimes crowded house. When I walk in, I’m immediately bombarded with Bobby filming and being loud as normal. “HEYY Y/N HOW WAS WORK??” Bobby screams. “Umm well it was work.” I say in a grumpy tone. “Well someone’s in a bad mood.” He says, but I just give him a glare. “If you need me I’ll be upstairs!” You announce to everyone. As you walk up the stairs, you can hear Franny and Kian laughing and talking in the room in between yours and Harrison’s, which is Franny’s room. As you change out of your work clothes you hear Kian getting flirty with Franny, just like he has been for the past few weeks, unbeknown to him that you had strong feelings for him. You don’t blame anyone for Kian flirting with her because she never flirts back, in fact, sometimes she even tells him to stop, because she knows how you feel. After you change into your pajamas, you get your blanket and walk over to Harrison’s door, a little teary eyed, and knock. As soon as he opens the door and see’s you, you start to break down. He immediately pulls you into his room and wraps you both in the blanket, and tries to get you to calm down. “Harrison, he doesn’t even know how this is effecting me. It hurts so much, but I’m too scared to tell him how I feel. I can’t ruin the friendship we have, and I have no idea what to do.” I sob into Harrison. He just rubs your back and says, “Y/N, I think you just have to tell him, it’s the best option. Even if he doesn’t feel the same way, at least he will know.” Maybe it would be best? I mean the least he could do was say he doesn’t feel the same right? “I’m going to tell him Harrison.” I say with confidence. I heard him announce a few minutes ago he was going to be in his room, so when I finally get enough courage, that’s where I head. I reach his door and look back, to see Harrison giving me a thumbs up. I knock on the door, and about 10 seconds later, Kian opens the door. “Hey Y/N- Oh my gosh are you okay?” he asks pulling me in his room, obviously noticing my tear stained face. “Kian, I know you flirt with Franny a lot and i’m pretty sure you like her bu-” you start to say but he cuts you off, “What do you mean i flirt with franny a lot, i do not!” He responds, getting defensive about his feelings. “Kian i watch it everyday, and so does everyone else, you flirt with her all the time! I mean you even cancelled movie night tonight to film with her!” I say starting to raise my voice. “Why do you want to know so much about my love life Y/N?” The question threw you off a little, as you had never seen Kian so hostile toward you, but you saw this as an opportunity. “Because Kian, I like you. And you’ve been so oblivious all this time because you’ve been flirting with Franny. Ever wonder why she would never-” You’re cut off by his lips connecting with yours. It took you a second to realize what was happening, but surely enough, you melt into the kiss. After a few moments, you both pull away and rest your foreheads against each other. “I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you this for a while know, but i like you too.” he whispers to me smiling, then pulls me in for another kiss. Maybe telling him how I felt wasn’t such a bad thing.
Your Future with Lip Pt. 1 (Lip Gallagher) *Requested by Anonymous*
I’d like to request one with lip. Something like your future life, where you have multiple kids and how he deals with them and their shit ?. Love your blog btw !!
“Lip! Can you please get down here! The kids need to leave for school in fifteen minutes and I leave for work in ten!” You yelled up the stairs before turning back to your four children who were rushing around the first floor frantically getting to school. You and Lip had a tough relationship. He was always at work inventing some laser, robotic invention, while you worked three days a week as a nurse at the University of Chicago Medicine. You and Lip had been married for 10 years now and although things were hectic with the kids and work, your love for each other was as strong as ever and honestly without it you would have probably filed for a divorce years ago. As Lip descended down the stairs, still fixing his tie, you had to smile a bit because goddammit you still loved him so much. He kissed the side of your head as he looked at your four kids and took a deep breath. “We spoil them way too much.” he said as he looked at them and you had to laugh as you looked at them. You knew Lip had done his best to provide the most he could for the kids, but you both had grown up with so little that you had to be jealous of how much you were able to provide for them. You both made a good living and to say you were living comfortably was an understatement. “They don’t have drug addict parents and we work hard.” you reminded Lip “We deserve to give them a good life.” you said and kissed him softly. 12 years ago when you were dirt poor and had just started dating lip you found out you were pregnant with your oldest kid, Jack. You two were terrified and you considered terminating it, but you ended up becoming a registered nurse and Lip was hired as a paid intern. It was a rough couple years, but 2 years later you got married and then 2 years after you had the twins, Janie and Charlie, and then finally 3 years after that you had your youngest, Maggie. “Okay kiddos! Time for school!” Lip yelled and the kids grabbed their lunches before rushing over to their Dad. You sighed seeing Maggie had pulled out ponytail and her curly, chestnut hair was all over the place. You kissed the top of her head before hugging the rest of the kids and grabbing your own things. “See you all tonight.” you said before heading out the door.
When you got home that night you were happy to see Lip home with the kids making dinner. Lip was having a very deep discussion with your son about his football games and you decided not to interrupt so you slipped upstairs to change out of scrubs. Once you came down you kiss Lip’s cheek before looking at you children. “Lip where’s Maggie.” You asked once you only counted three kids. Lip looked up and then went “Oh fuck!” Before running to get his keys. You took a deep breath and looked at the other three kids. “Did none of you notice your sister was missing?” You asked as Lip ran out of the house going “Shit, shit, fuck, shit…” and so on. You shut your eyes for a minute and rubbed your temples before continuing the dinner Lip was making. Maggie was fine and her friend’s mom had taken her in and had been apparently trying to call Lip all night, but Lip’s phone was off. That night as you two were going to bed Lip turned to you. “I’m a horrible dad.” He said “Lip you aren’t. Plenty of parents forget their kids at things. My parents left me in Canada for a week once!” Lip sighed and shook his head “That’s the thing. Frank and Monica left us everywhere when I was younger… I promised I would never forget one of them and I fucking did.” He explained. You sighed and curled up against him, resting your head on his chest “Lip you aren’t Frank or Monica. You left her at a freaking private preschool where her friends stay at home mom picked her up and took her to their five million dollar house where she played on their playground in their backyard all afternoon.” You explained and then lifted your head to look Lip in the eyes “You are an amazing father. You worked so hard to give them the world and we’re doing that.” You reminded. Lip laughed and nodded “I guess your right. Sometimes I think they’re too spoiled.” He said and laughed and you nodded. “Oh they definitely are! But it’s better than what we had. But think about it we’re going to teach them so many street skills, they’ll be the most ghetto kids out of all the rich kids.” You said and laughed. Lip laughed and nodded “I guess so.” He said. “Do you think they’ll end up a bit fucked up though?” Lip asked after a minute of silence. “Oh definitely. They are Gallaghers.” You reminded.
author note: i know there are rumors of Jaemin attending the sm event or whatever and i hope that’s true bc i am drinking from a dried up well as a jaemin stan. anyway enjoy the last installment to this light-hearted trilogy~
Taeyong sprayed antibacterial spray throughout his bedroom. His eyebrows furrowed from above the dark mask over his mouth.
Jaemin coughed from the place on Taeyong’s desk chair, swattimg away the scented spray, “What are you doing? You’re already sick.”
Taeyong pulled his mask down and sighed, “Well my spray smells like lavender and it’ll help me sleep.”
Jaemin frowned, “It smells like my grandma. Like my actual Grandma Na.”
Taeyong scoffed. “It smells nothing like your grandma. It smells like the soothing odor of the prettiest purple flowers. Also, your little partner in crime is coming over to help take care of me, since this is all you guys’ fault.”
“It was not our fault,” Jaemin clarified. “You shouldn’t have been around us while we were sick anyway.”
The front door could be heard from Taeyong’s open doorway, opening and closing with a loud creak. Jaemin turned towards the noise and there you walked in, a disgusted look on your face. “Why does it smell like Jaemin’s grandma in here?”
“I told you!” Jaemin mocked.
Taeyong threw an empty tissue box at him. “Respect your elder, honestly. You guys should make me soup.”
“I have homework,” you whined. “Why can’t you take care of yourself?”
“Consider this payback,” Taeyong said, sneezing into his elbow three times in a row. “I can’t even fall asleep so you guys have to entertain me. Also, you have to go to the store because I’m out of ingredients.”
“Fine,” you rolled your eyes and grabbed Jaemin’s elbow, pulling him up. “Let’s go get His Highness some soup.”
Jaemin followed you out of the room hurriedly. “Fine. Can we get some banana milk too?”
“It’s Taeyong’s money,” you answered quietly, “we can get whatever we want.”
The grocery store was only a few blocks away from Taeyong’s house, and so it didn’t take the two of you very long to walk. While Jaemin grabbed a basket, you texted your mom that you probably wouldn’t be home for dinner. Jaemin handed you his phone as well, “Text my mom, too. Tell her I’m staying over at Taeyong’s tonight.”
“Oh, it’s the weekend, isn’t it? I wanna stay over,” you answered as you texted Jaemin’s mom.
“Then stay and help me take care of Taeyong.” Jaemin shrugged.
“I have homework, though.”
Jaemin looked at you with a playful smirk on his face. “Like you’re going to do it.”
You pointed at him with a knowing smile, “You’re right.”
The two of you went through the store, grabbing different ingredients that Taeyong had written down for the two of you. Jaemin threw a package of cookies into the basket, along with a box of popcorn.
“Won’t Taeyong get mad if we spend too much?”
Jaemin shook his head and he grabbed your hand as the two of you walked down the frozen aisle. “Taeyong loves us, so he doesn’t care. As long as we’re happy and fed, Taeyong won’t mind.”
“You guys abuse Taeyong’s niceness,” you said.
Jaemin didn’t disagree. “Well he shouldn’t offer two seventeen-year-olds his debit card.”
You leaned into Jaemin’s side as the two of you walked, “Then… can we get ice cream?”
Jaemin laughed, “Taeyong’s going to kill us.”
When the two of you returned to Taeyong’s house, you agreed to go check on him while Jaemin put the groceries away.
“How are you doing?” You asked him as you checked his forehead temperature.
He looked at you with his handsome eyes. “Did you get the soup ingredients?”
“We did,” you said. “Now rest while we make it, okay? I’ll bring you your medicine then too.”
Taeyong pulled his mask down below his chin, “Thanks. By the way, if you guys bought anything extra I will cough on you two.”
“Us? Never?” You assured him with a soft pat on his shoulder before exciting the room.
“Bad news,” you whispered to Jaemin, who stood with his back to you as he boiled some broth for the soup. “We have to eat all the snacks we bought tonight because Taeyong said if we bought anything without his permission he would get us sick again.”
Jaemin’s lips tugged into a smile, “So you’re saying there’s no excuse and we have to have an all-nighter so we can eat everything before morning?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” you grinned back.
Taking care of Taeyong really wasn’t as bad as you two made it out to be. As soon as he took his medicine and ate his dinner, he had fallen into a deep sleep, with no evidence that he was alive save the soft snores emitting from his mouth.
Jaemin peeked into the doorway of his older friend’s room with you close behind him. “He’s asleep. Plan eat-everything-in-the-house is a go.”
You giggled mischievously as he carefully closed the bedroom door. “Let’s make ice cream sundaes first.”
“Then popcorn and a movie.”
“Then cookies for dessert,” you concluded.
Just the thought of all that junk food had the two of you lit up like Christmas trees. Most teenagers worried about their figures, or their image, especially when it came to what they ate and how much they ate. However, you and Jaemin had been friends since preschool. The two of you were friends during the awkward preteen years. You were no longer worried about what you looked like in front of him, and vice versa. You were friends with Jaemin when he joined his dance team, filled with an entire league of boys were like family. The two of you were only fourteen then, and you were afraid Jaemin would leave you. Who would stay friends with a girl when he had a bunch of cool brothers to look after and care for him?
He never left you. The thought never even crossed his mind, to be honest. The two of you were partners in crime, taking the world by storm in your own unique way. There hadn’t been a day when Jaemin hadn’t liked you. It started as a crush when he was twelve, and only escalated into full-blown adoration for you. How could he tell you? He had been hinting for the past few weeks, yet you never seemed to notice. He was too nervous to admit it to you because although the two of you could tell each other everything, what if you didn’t like him back?
Whenever he was alone with you, thoughts like this normally plagued his mind. Especially when the two of you were such a touchy pair, always holding hands or linking arms. He was very much enthralled with you in every way. Especially in the way you never cared about what others thought. It made being friends so much easier, since he had the same mindset.
You grabbed the pints of chocolate and vanilla ice cream that the two of you had bought, along with chocolate chip cookie dough, cookies, and popcorn. Jaemin grabbed two large bowls and serving spoons, ignoring his always imposing thoughts.
“Should we watch a movie?” you asked.
Jaemin set the bowls down on the carpet. “Let’s make a fort first. Then we can watch a bunch of cat videos.”
You agreed, “We have to be quiet though.”
The two of you galavanted throughout Taeyong’s house, hushed giggles filling in the shadows as you found stray blankets and pillows to decorate your plush castle with. Arms filled with quilts and throw pillows, the two of you hustled into the living room to set up your empire.
“I’ll be the king and you’ll be the queen,” Jaemin announced, grabbing the couch cushions and positioning them above you two. Once the two of you completed your giant fort, you settled onto the makeshift bed inside.
“We don’t even have crowns,” you argued, opening the vanilla ice cream and dumping it into one of the large bowls.
“Metaphorically,“ Jaemin huffed, leaning his forehead against your shoulder in annoyance. “Just hand me the chocolate ice cream.”
You obliged, handing the carton of thawing ice cream to him. “We should’ve gotten cookies ‘n cream.”
Jaemin was busy crushing cookies in his hands and sprinkling it over his giant bowl of chocolate ice cream. “We need some hot fudge, too.”
“And whipped cream,” you said.
Jaemin scooped a spoonful of ice cream with his serving spoon and shoved it into his mouth.
You laughed quietly as his cheeks filled up with the cold substance.
He suddenly winced and spoke through the ice cream in his mouth, “Brain freeze!”
“Sucks to be you,” you teased as he grasped for some kind of comfort. Finally, he spat the ice cream back into his bowl.
“Ew!” you turned away. “Why didn’t you just swallow it?”
Jaemin chuckled and wiped his mouth, “I was laughing too hard.”
“I didn’t see you laughing.”
“It was kind of hard to smile with a bunch of ice cream in my mouth,” Jaemin concluded with sass. “I can’t believe you didn’t help me.”
You grinned. “Oops.”
The two of you ate and ate, filling your guts until you could barely breathe. Even when there was still half of all the food left, the two of you were laying in the fort with stomachaches.
“Let’s just throw everything away. Taeyong will never know,” Jaemin said.
You groaned, “You couldn’t have thought of that before we had a cookie dough eating contest?”
Jaemin giggled, then stopped abruptly. “I’m gonna throw up if I keep laughing.”
“Don’t,” you begged. “Don’t talk about it.”
Jaemin turned on his side and placed his head on your collarbone. “I can’t move, Y/n.”
“Oh yeah? I can barely breathe.”
“But we have to throw the food away before Taeyong sees it,” Jaemin sighed.
“Rock, paper, scissors? Loser throws away the food.”
Jaemin took your suggestion by lifting his fist limply. After two scissors in a row, Jaemin finally chose paper. He groaned in annoyance, his breath tickling your skin. “I don’t want to,” he whined.
You rolled your eyes and pushed him off of you. “Let’s go together, then. We have to rinse all of the dishes as well.”
The two of you grudgingly got to work, the only thing keeping you motivated was the threat of what Taeyong would do once he found out. He surely wouldn’t cough on you guys: he was too sanitary for that. However, he would do something worse, like make you clean the dance studio every night or something else just as pointless and annoying.
Jaemin finished washing the dishes while you dried them and put them back in their places. Any food left over had been dumped into a trash bag, which was now tied up to conceal any evidence from peaking over the top.
“We did it,” you sighed, leaning against your best friend for strength.
Jaemin looked at the wall clock. “Yeah, and it’s two in the morning. We should sleep.”
“Okay,” you stifled a yawn into his shoulder.
The two of you crawled back into your fort and got into your previous cuddling position, only this time you were the one resting on Jaemin’s collarbones.
Half-alseep, Jaemin finally brought up what had been bothering him the whole night. “Y/n? Are we friends?”
You propped yourself up on your elbows, confused as you looked at Jaemin’s sleepy face. He was serious. “What do you mean? Of course we’re friends.”
“No, I mean, are we really friends? Mark said friends doing act like we do and I keep thinking about it. Aren’t we a bit more than friends? I mean we’ve always had this close relationship and we’re at the age where we can decide if it’s more than just friendship, but we don’t. We just go around living in this weird limbo between friends and partners and it’s confusing me.”
You smiled, your cheeks warming as he spoke. Suddenly, you leaned forward and kissed the corner of his lips quickly.
Jaemin’s eyes widened, before he broke into a smile. “You missed.”
“You missed my lips,” and suddenly, he was back to his playful self, puckering slightly just to tease you.
“Stop,” you shoved him. “You’re so annoying.”
“You love me, though.”
You kissed his lips softly before burying your face into his chest. “Maybe just a little bit.”
Jaemin chuckled and grabbed your hand, squeezing it lovingly. “Love you too, girlfriend.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You take the fun out of everything, Y/n, honestly.”
It was around noon when Taeyong woke up to find the two of you snuggled against each other amidst the blankets and pillows that had fallen down in the middle of the night. He kicked your sleeping bodies gently.
“What is it?” Jaemin groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Taeyong chuckled at the sight of you both, having already guessed that you had confessed to each other. “I’m proud of you, Jaemin.”
“What?” The younger boy blushed as Taeyong gestured to you, still sleeping with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso. “Oh… thanks.”
Taeyong nodded and turned to get up. Then, he crouched back down, “By the way, for future reference, don’t leave the receipt for all the snacks on the table.”
Jaemin averted his eyes in embarrassment, “Right…”
Hey, guys. A old friend of mine (carpooled to preschool with old friend) was reported missing today. He was last seen yesterday (09 October 2017) around 3:30 p.m. at his house, but hasn’t been seen since.
I don’t know if he was at school today, or not - I don’t have any classes with him. But his family hasn’t seen him, and it’s 9:10 p.m. on 10 October 2017.
His family said that he turned his phone off and logged out of his Instagram/Snapchat/Twitter, for reasons unknown to us. That scares me more than I’d like to admit, because he has always been a pretty level-headed kid.
I hope you’ll keep him in your thoughts and prayers tonight.
You laugh. Everyone else stops laughing. Someone’s hand shakes, and a wine glass shatters.
“I’m such a realistic person,” your Te assesses. Your Ni nods affirmatively, and goes back to making weird shit up.
You’ve been elected student council president. They won’t let you streamline the class period system or fire any of the teachers. You silently curse Kill la Kill for giving you unrealistic expectations.
“You’re so unfriendly and you hate parties. How are you an extrovert? You must be an INTJ,” your friend says. She’s right; ENTJs are just INTJs on meth.
Why do all of your friends think that processing means hugs and validation? You just want advice. Your therapist won’t even give you advice without “listening empathetically” first. Why are your parents paying $80 an hour for this?
You’ve been elected student council president again. “Do I have to do this?” you mutter. You don’t remember running this year. “You’re an ENTJ; you want to, right?” the principal says. You don’t want to; you won’t able to make any real changes in policy. You’re just a symbol. The principal tells you it will look good on your college application and offers you a cookie.
You decide not to major in poly-sci.
You are officially an adult. You have been ready for this moment since preschool. Your friends say they still don’t feel like adults, which sounds terrifying and is probably the reason they are still dependent upon your friendship.
“Time management! Attention! Priorities!” you snarl for the fourth time this morning. Your coworkers spend the next hour brainstorming ways to get you fired.
“You’re an ENTJ? Can you help me make a five-year plan?” they ask. “Of course,” you reply. You give them control of your crumbing ponzi scheme, and they spend the next five years in jail.
Everything is closed on Sunday. Don’t they realize you have things to do before the week starts? You drive and drive and drive, looking for a city that never sleeps. The sky darkens; your car melts into the pavement. You are the city. You never sleep.
Someone thinks you’d be a power bottom. At least you aren’t a needy top like all five of your ENFJ friends. You delete three of them from your contacts while you’re thinking of it.
Your job involves expensive suits, firing people, creepy motivational posters on the walls of your office, and a formal title that your friends and family don’t understand. They ask what you do at work. “Extroverted thinking,” you tell them, and they nod politely and ask, “But what does your company make?” “Money,” you say. “But how do you earn the money?” “Introverted intuition,” you tell them. They nod again. It’s a very ambiguous function.
Your ISTJ coworker pipes in. “We trade stocks.” This is technically insider trading because Ni is psychic, but no one says anything.
You care about someone; this is not part of the plan. You race around doing errands in your black Camaro, swearing profusely at people who drive the speed limit.
It’s time to make some major life changes. Everything is boring and the days are starting to blur together. You engage your Se.
We don’t talk about what happens next.
The scientists have discovered a way to see inside your brain. They find out it’s just a game of Tetris. “Perhaps we can program the perfect leader somehow,” one of them says. You slide an I-block into place and exhale, contented. The brain scans turn blue.
You move to the coast, work in a little coffee shop and play your saxophone in a pub band by night. You date ISFPs who read you their poetry. No one is afraid of you anymore. You are peaceful and connected. Your therapist said this would make you happy.