this is what happens when i'm supposed to be doing homework

The Storm

Request: Numbers 1, 16, 17, for the top thing. Theydon’t have to be in the same fic.

1.“I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

17.“The power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.”

Request: hi! idk if you’ve already done this (im sorry if you have!) but it would be cute if peter and the reader could have a movie marathon? like hp or something. i know its not much but I hope you could find somewhere to go with it!

A/N: I decided to combine these two requests because I thought I could make some magic with them. Also sorry, I know nothing about Harry Potter so I didn’t really include much of it in the fic. ~Also, let me know if you want a part 2 to this, (I am open to writing smut guys)~

Word Count: 1355

Warnings: N/A

Part 2

Masterlist

Peter Parker was one of your best friends. Ned always called him the love of your life, jokingly of course. But, Ned was right. Kind of? You were in love with Peter.

Usually every Friday night, you, Peter, and Ned would ave movie night. Peter would come home early from being Spiderman and you would all watch movies at one of your houses.

Today you were supposed to go to Ned’s house, but he went away with his parents for the weekend so you and Peter had yet to decide what your plans were.

You and Pete were sitting in chemistry working on a lab when your nudged him “Hey Parker what are we doing tonight,”

“Christ, Y/N, you almost made me spill this sulphuric acid,”

You looked up to Peter who had his googles on and was holding a test tube filled with sulphuric acid, going to pour it into a beaker. (Lol I’ve spilt sulphuric acid on my hands multiple times cause my science teacher would never give us gloves to wear during labs).

“Whoops, sorry,”

“You can come over to my house tonight. Aunt May’s out with friends for the weekend so we’ll have the place to ourselves,” Peter said

“Perfect. I’ll come over around 6pm? And, being the generous friend I am, i’ll bring the pizza,”

“Sounds good,”

After school, you went home and tried to do some of your homework, but you couldn’t focus. Movie nights with Peter (and Ned) were the best part of your week. If Peter didn’t have to go out and be Spiderman you would already be at Peter’s apartment, sitting together watching movies.

But since that wasn’t the case. You patiently waited a few hours before heading to Peter’s.

Before leaving you threw your pjs, and some movies into your backpack. Regretting the decision of promising Peter pizza, you decided to just order some to his apartment.

When you arrived at Peter’s apartment, you knew he would have left the door unlocked for you so you walked right in.

“Honey, I’m home!” You said, walking inside. You dropped your things and walking over to join Peter on the couch.

“Man, its pouring outside,” you continued.

“Welcome home, honey. Yeah, the rain had kind of prevented me from being Spidey tonight. You could have come over earlier,”

“Well thanks for the heads up Parker,”

“Sorry. But did you bring anything for me?” Peter asked

“Bring you anything like what?”

“Well, i’m very hungry,”

“Well if you’re horny I could definitely help you out with that, but I thought we were going to have a movie marathon?”

“Oh my god Y/N. I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out there was a knock at the door.

“Pizza’s here. Looks like that’ll solve one of your problems,”

You grabbed your wallet, paid the pizza man and then brought the box over to Peter on the couch.

“What movies are we watching tonight?”

“I put Harry Potter in the dvd player. You feel like watching that?”

“Sure,” you nodded.

Peter turned on the movie and the two of you sat on the couch. You only made it 20 minutes into the movie when the lights started flickering.

“That doesn’t seem good,” you said.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Peter said, moving his attention back to the movie.

You rolled your eyes, knowing a storm like this would most definitely knock out the power.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the power went out.

The apartment went silent as the tv shut off. You could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. It was pitch black besides the occasional flash of lightning outside.

“Told you,” you muttered.

You didn’t have to see Peter to know he was rolling his eyes.

“What now?” Your asked.

“Well, the power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.” Peter said.

“I mean, we already explored the idea of sex so that seems like the best idea. I’m down,”

“If Ned were here would that still be the best idea?” Peter asked

“I mean, if Ned wouldn’t mind sitting out here while we fuck in your bedroom, then sure,” you joked.

Peter laughed “Back to the Future?”

“Sure,” you agreed.

Peter disappeared for a moment, making his way to his bedroom to find his laptop.

There was a loud bang and you heard Peter say “Fuck,”

You laughed, knowing Peter must have walked into something.

“Thanks for asking if I’m okay,” Peter said, walking back into the room.

“You’re spiderman. I’m supposed to be worried about you walking in the dark now?”

“A little concern would be nice,”

Peter came and sat down beside you. You were leaning on him, as he placed his laptop on his lap and looked for the movie.

“Hey Pete,”

“Mmhmm,” Peter mumbled, still searching his laptop.

“You know I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“What?” Peter asked

“I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“No, I heard what you said I just… I don’t believe you,”

“You don’t believe me?”

“No,”

“Why not?” You asked.

You felt like you had made a fool of yourself to Peter. You had just admitted that you would be open to doing things with Peter and all he had to say was that he thought you were lying.

“Come on, Y/N. We joke about this all the time. We joke about sex and being in a relationship and living happily ever after one day. But we joke, I’ve accepted that that’s not actually going to happen because we’re just friends and you don’t feel that way about me,”

“Have you ever thought that maybe I actually do feel that way about you?”

“Don’t joke about that Y/N, you could never like someone like me,”

“What on earth are you talking about Peter?”

“I mean you’re so amazing, how on earth could you actually like me? You’re just fucking with me. It’s really not that funny,”

“Peter i’m not fucking with you, but I would like to fuck you. Jesus Christ, Peter. I have feelings for you,”

“Wait… you do?” Peter asked

“Yes!” You exclaimed.

“I have feelings for you too, Y/N,”

“So about that ‘best idea’…” you said, raising your eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Peter laughed “I mean, like you said, I’m down,”

“Then what are you waiting for Parker?”

Peter quickly placed his laptop on the coffee table in front of him and leaned down to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours, using his teeth to lightly nip at your bottom lip.

He moved his hands to your waist, so they were slightly riding up your shirt.

You pulled away, “You could at least take me to your bedroom before you tried to take your clothes off,”

Peter laughed, “As you wish, my dear,”

Peter stood up and offered you his hand. You graciously took it and let him lead you to his bedroom.

“Man I am so happy Ned’s away this weekend,” You said.

Young Jason being afraid to ask for help with his homework because he missed a lot of school and catching up is hard. Like Jason know’s he’s not an idiot but no one has ever taken the time to actually help him learn and he’s behind (Gotham teachers are understaffed and overworked and jason is too rowdy in class to be “a smart kid”). He wants to ask Bruce or Alfred for help, but he’s afraid of being labeled as Stupid (not as smart good as Dick). Everyone knows that Bruce has a low tolerance for stupid people so he’s afraid of being dismissed or kicked out.

 BUT!!! When Jason finally spits out that he needs help and prepares for Bruce to reject him Bruce is helpful?? and patient??

The thing is, Bruce is pretty understanding of people who are TRYING to learn things, it’s the people who stay deliberately ignorant that grind his gears. Bruce is obsessed with learning, he also hates not knowing things, hence why he tries to learn All Things just IN CASE. He’s not mad that Jason doesn’t know some things, he’s just happy that Jason is trying to learn!!

Anyway, he helps Jason figure out the homework no one ever explained how to do and they sit together at the table and Alfred brings them food and everything is Good

like lightning

it all comes down to whether or not you give a damn. for ria. xx


One dull and dreary day in late September, James finally gets sick of waiting.

(that’s not true at all; he could honestly wait for her forever.)



Dark clouds crawl across the sky, thunder rumbles ominously in the distance, but she’s laughing, joking about finishing their patrol outside before the heavens open and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard and he can’t hold back anymore.

He catches her hand suddenly, and she whirls around, her hair tracing a graceful arc in the air.

“James? What—”

“I love you,” he shouts into the howling wind. Part of him hopes desperately that the brewing storm drowned him out; that she hadn’t heard such a brusque confession from him, that he has a chance to confess more romantically.

(another part hopes that she heard because damn, that was terrifying to say.)

He waits; he’s not sure if it’s approaching thunder or his own heartbeat, but there’s a thudding in his ears and he can’t breathe.

Lily drops his hand and he has his answer.



The rain pours.



“Well, what was I supposed to say?”

Even with her head buried under a pillow, her dorm mates decipher the muffled moans of anguish.

Anything’s better than ‘thank you’. I mean, really, Lils?” Marlene tuts and Lily screams into her mattress.

‘I love you, too,’ probably would’ve been a good place to start,” Mary suggests offhandedly.

Lily huffs as she surfaces and sits up. “But I don’t, though.”

Mary, by now accustomed to the ongoing drama of Lily and James’ relationship, simply rolls her eyes, sighs in resignation and continues her Transfiguration homework.

Quirking a brow, Marlene says sceptically, “Okay.” Lily slumps back onto the bed in defeat, and she repeats, quieter, “Okay.”



They suffer through about a week of painful awkwardness before he catches her alone.

“Listen,” James turns away from her, his hands shoved uneasily into his pockets. “About… the other day. We can just, y’know, forget it. Pretend it didn’t happen. If you want.”

She watches as he gently kicks at the castle walls. She’s not sure why, but something tightens inside her painfully.

(she could start something here, she could say, no, let’s not pretend…)

(she could, she could, but she doesn’t.)

“Okay,” she whispers to her toes.

She feels, rather than sees, his body deflate. He exhales, long and slow.

“Okay,” his voice cracks, and something inside her does, too.



Please don’t tell us you said ‘thank you’ again.”

Lily sniffs irritably. “Of course not.”

“Then…?”

“… I said… ‘okay’,” Lily admits and prepares to dodge pillows turned into projectile weapons, but they never come. Instead, Mary drops next to her on her bed and wraps her arms around her. “Mary?”

“It’s going to hit you one day, Lily,” she whispers. “There’s going to be a moment where you have to decide if you give a damn about this, about him, and you have to brave enough to admit that you do.”

“It’s going to hit you,” Marlene says gently as she sits on Lily’s other side, “and it’s probably going to hurt.”

The girls sit there, arms in a tangled mess, until Lily breaks the silence, her voice barely audible.

“It hurts now.”



One dull and dreary day in early October, Lily takes James’ hand. She traces his palm with her fingertips, feels his pulse quicken and stutter under his skin, although it’s hard to distinguish between his and hers.

Finally, she admits quietly, “I don’t know if I can say it.”

“Say what?” The huskiness of his voice does little to calm her.

“You know what,” she mumbles, ashamed that she can’t even vocalise it as a hypothetical.

“That’s not…” he ran his free hand through his hair, “that’s not the reason I told you I love you, Lily. I said it because it’s true and I thought it was the right time to tell you which, given everything that’s happened since then, probably wasn’t actually a good time…”

She watches him ramble on adorably, his hand still in his hair, a trademark gesture of nervousness; his glasses are lopsided and sliding down his nose. Everything about him is so perfectly James, the mere idea of losing him stings.

And that’s when it happens.

Oh. Oh.

And it doesn’t hurt (in fact, it makes everything stop hurting); it hits her like lightning, starting like a spark in her chest and growing and blooming until her whole body feels tingly and alive. She glances down at their hands, still connected, and squeezes tightly.

James stops ranting to look at her. “Lil?”

She shyly lifts her eyes up to his, bright green meeting warm hazel, and smiles beatifically.

“I love you,” she yells. There’s neither thunder nor a roaring wind to compete with, but she wants to make sure he hears her, wants her words to ring in his ears forever.

His smile grows slowly, broadening into the widest, cheekiest grin she’s ever seen on his face. He pulls her flush against him and she laughs delightedly at his response.



“Thank you!”
Fred Imagine 4

Request: happy v-day!! could you do a fred x reader imagine where the reader is harrys older sister so she’s also a target for voldemort and fred and george are assigned by the order to keep them safe at school and angst and fluff? ily thanks!! (btw I luv ur blog as well!

alright!! I’m so sorry it’s been a week I’ve had SO MUCH WORK TO DO AH!! thursday is mardi gras break and I’m going skiing with my bff for all 10 days of it but i will try to start on my other requests and do some ships!! please be patient I'm trying my best :) !


“-she needs someone to watch her!”

“Now, Harry, your sister can take care of herself,” Sirius was attempting to calm your bother.

“You know what,” Fred interjected, “I agree with Harry! Y/n is just as valuable to You-Know-Who as Harry is! We all know if he gets a hold of her Harry would be going to save her before anyone could even say ‘Dumbledore’s underwear!’”

You stood up angrily, “Don’t I get a say in this?!”

Sirius, Tonks, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Hermione, Fred, George, Harry, Ginny, Snape, and Ron all turned to look at you and the room fell silent.

“Like Sirius said,” you began slowly, Sirius winking at you when you said his name, “I can very well take care of myself, thank you. And I’m not going to let some noseless arsehole get in the way of my education!”

“I have to agree with you about that, y/n,” Hermione said with a slight chuckle, “but maybe it would be better if there was someone who might keep a look out. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, aren’t they?”

You sighed and sat down, your best friend was always right, wasn’t she?

“Look y/n,” your little brother began, “I just can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me, especially you.”

“Harry,” you looked up at him, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be looking after you! Bloody hell, your my little brother!”

“I know but-”

“What if Fred and I just watched out while we were at school together?” George proposed.

“Yeah,” Fred added, “We could keep Harry and the Order updated on anything suspicious at Hogwarts and watch out for y/n. We always hang out together anyways.”

You looked at Harry for his response.

“Okay,” he said, looking relieved.

Fred and George smirked at each other before walking towards you. You groaned.

“Oh, now, now, y/n,” Fred ‘comforted’ you.

“Don’t be so blue,” George grabbed your shoulders.

“Think of all the fun you’ll have with your babysitters!”

“Oh, no no no,” you shook your head, sliding out of George’s grip to face the twins, “This,” you pointed back and forth between them and you, “is not a babysitting gig. You are simply there to make sure I don’t die. Got it?”

“Oh, yeah,” they nodded in mock seriousness and then grinned at one another.


“Shit!” You cursed as your books flew out of your arms onto the ground. The back of your head felt like it was about to make contact wit the stairs when you felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you up. 

You opened your eyes to see the one and only, Fred Weasley.

“Ugh, Weasley, what are you doing,” you shoved him off, going to get your books. 

For the past week and a half, every time anything, anything at all, happened, Fred and George were there to swoop in and save the day (more Fred than George).

Forgot your Charms homework? Fred has it right here.

Wiping your mouth after eating cereal? Why would you when George is here?

Doing you hair for the day? Your very own personal stylist Fred Weasley is ready to make you the envy of every single girl at Hogwarts. 

Brushing your teeth? Nonsense! Fred will take care of it!

Honestly, it was getting very annoying. 

“What?” Fred said, almost amused, it seemed, “it is our job to take care of you.”

“I’m not a child, though,” you shot back.

Normally you would do anything to have your crush, Fred, at your beck and call, but it was so over the top and irritating! 

“I know, I know,” he assured you, “but Harry would kill us if his sister was forced to walk to Potions all alone,” he added a mischievous wink.

You rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself from blushing, “Whatever.”

You were just about to enter the Potions room when Fred pulled you aside and into a small room off the side of the hall.

“Fred! What the f-”

“Shhhh!” he put a hand over your mouth. 

Fred pulled out of his pocket an extendable ear, a new gadget he and George were working on for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. 

“Listen,” he whispered as you watched the ear slide under the door and presumably to Snape’s room.

“-you may kill the girl, but Harry Potter is for me,” your heart stopped at the chilling voice.

“Yes, my lord,” Snape’s dull voice responded.

“Is that….” you began.

Fred nodded in response.

“However,” Snape began, “We could use her as leverage, who knows the lengths Harry Potter would go to to save his… poor sister.”

“Very intriguing, Severus. Tell me-”

Fred had dragged you out of the closet and through the halls and you had’t even noticed. Pretty soon you were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common room with Fred pacing in front of you.

“We have to tell the Order right away. I mean, Snape? Severus Snape? I knew he was an arsehole but honestly! I mean-” Fred looked at you and sighed, sitting next to you, “Are you okay?”

You sat for a moment and then gave a short laugh, “No I’m not okay! I just listened to the person who killed my parents practically plan my murder!”

“Hey it’s-”

“No!” you shouted, getting up, “Don’t you dare say it’s okay because we all now it’s not! My life means nothing to them, and they will come and get me and you know Harry will be the first to try and save me and it’ll be my fault if He succeeds!” 

You were talking so fast you had run out of breath. You took a shaky breath and ran your fingers through your hair. 

Fred pulled you into a hug. 

“You know,” he whispered, “If anything happened I don’t think Harry would be the first to go after you.”

“No?” You questioned.

“It would be me.”

You closed the space in between your faces and kissed.

After a moment you pulled apart. 

“We won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”

“Okay.”

todomomo (first kiss) headcanons (because I'm dying with love for them)

-They get together Senior year of high school, but before they were official a lot of things happened.

-Yaomomo has had a crush on him since freshman year, but she didn’t think anything would come of it so pretended she didn’t find him attractive and his personality endearing

-It was hard

-His shirt burns so easily when he’s not in costume and damn he has great abs

-But she’s staring for purely research purpose!! Gotta check to see how buff he is to come up with a plan to help/beat him in a fight!!

-Yep totally the reason

-and during class he was always one of the first people to notice if something was wrong, whether it was another person or herself.

- She admired how observant he was so much

-She admired so much about him actually, his looks were helpful in liking him, but his personality and actions captivated her so much more

-like how he’s so dedicated to become a hero and seemed to be born to do so in how he speaks and acts (which he actually was)

-and he’s genuine drive to be a better person then his father and how he learns from his mistakes made him so admirably and great in Yaomomo’s eyes.

-She liked him for that and so, so much more

-And all the reasons why she liked him where the very same reasons why she was sure he’d never like her.

-Shouto didn’t realize he had feelings for her for the longest time

-They just appeared one day a couple months before summer and he’s just like “?????”

-He saw her helping some of their classmates with homework and that started him on the thought process of how good of a person she is

-Like she’s always helping everyone in anyway she can

-and she encourages them

-and she’s brilliantly intelligent and is amazing at analyzing villains

-and her quirk is useful for being a hero and she utilizes it perfectly

-and then his heart started racing and he was so confused and concerned

-and after a couple days of his heart speeding up whenever he saw Yaomomo, he decided to ask his mom and sister about it during the weekend, figuring maybe they’d know what was wrong with his heart before he went to medical professionals

-and so he asked when he and Fuyumi visited their mom

-was he overworking himself? Stress? An enemy quirk?

-he hoped it wasn’t an enemy quirk making his heart act weird when he looked at Yaomomo, he liked looking at her

-and his mom and Fuyumi both got kind of excited because he likes someone!!!

-And he’s so confused

-why are they happy?? Do they want him to be stressed or under a quirk??

-and when they explain to him what they think his heart racing means, he’s kind of…. unsure what to think of it.

-he’s never liked a person before, and the only relationship he had was in 3rd year, which Endeavor forced him into for a publicity stunt

-the girl was the daughter of some important hero family, and had liked him a lot more then he liked her

-plus his parents relationship wasn’t the best, so he’s not exactly sure what you’re supposed to do when you like someone

-the only other examples he has are his classmates, and they aren’t exactly perfect role models when it comes to confessing feelings

-so he keeps his possible feelings to himself and tries to make it through the rest of the semester without making it obvious

-he more or less succeeds, though Midoriya, Kirishima, and Ochaco have their suspicions after he slips a couple times

-so they both go into summer before senior year liking each other

-their first kiss happened that summer, at one of the fancy parties Yaomomo’s parents throw (psssst I might be writing a one shot about their first kiss ;)

-Neither of them knew the other was going to be there

-Shouto didn’t recognize the house since it was at the Yaoyozoru’s summer home, and Momo hadn’t checked the guest list

-when she sees him standing off to the side, she goes over to talk with him as quickly as she can without seeming rude to the other guests

-she’s concerned with how distant he is, and he confesses that his mom’s sick and he’s having a hard time thinking of anything else except his concern

-to try and get his mind off of it, Momo asks if he would like to go to the study hall and do some prep work for school, or to just read

- he doesn’t see why they shouldn’t

-Momo isn’t supposed to go into the study hall outside of an allotted time, as she will just spend all her free time in there so her parents lock it and she out of respect for them doesn’t replicate the key

-she respects them but she isn’t above telling them a little white lie


-her mother knows Momo likes a boy from her class and is super paranoid about her getting into a “scandalous” relationship

-so if Momo told the truth, that she wanted to go study alone with a boy, her mother would put her foot down and say no

-so she lies and says she’s not feeling well, and would like to relax in the calming that the study hall is for her

-after getting the key, she and Shouto sneak off to the study hall where they had all the plans to study and read and do nothing else.

-but…. there was a change of plans

-it wasn’t either of their fault! They had been reading different books and just sitting in silence, when Momo had pointed out something she found interesting in the book she was reading

-and Shouto moved closer to read over her shoulder

-and Momo forgot what she was saying as she could feel a little bit of his breath on her

- and as she trailed off, she noticed how close their faces were

-and they both just looked at each other, inches apart

-hearts racing in the dim light

-Momo doesn’t know if she kissed him or if he kissed her

-Either way, they didn’t stop kissing until the butler came knocking on the door, informing her that the party was over and she needed to come say goodbye to the guests with her parents

-Shouto snuck back into the slowly dissolving party easily, while Momo checked and made sure she didn’t look like she felt: red faced and disheveled

-her parents didn’t seem to notice anything, so she was sure she was in the clear, she politely stood by them while they talked to the line of departing guests

-Yaomomo had forgotten she’d have to see him face to face in front of her parents, and was only reminded when she saw him a couple people back in the line

-She did rather well in staying composed, she shook his hand and smiled at him easily, what was hard was not thinking that his hands had been holding her minutes before, and that the lips that were almost smiling at her had been kissing her

-she almost lasted, but then as he was walking away, he looked back at her and with a genuine smile on his lips told her he would see her at school

-Yaomomo’s blushed then, but the thought made her smile genuine in return

-As he walked away, she decided that senior year was going to be much more fulfilling then she had assumed it would

-Yaomomo woke up the next morning with her cellphone going off like crazy: most of the texts where from Mina and Kyoka, who last night Momo had decided to tell that she’d kissed someone,

-she had been overcome with excitement and needed to share it with somebody and those two were the first that popped into her mind

-Momo hadn’t specified who, and that was what the two girls where texting her madly about

-Her heart sped up though when she noticed that one of the texts was from Shouto

-it wasn’t a long text, short and simple and right to the point

- He was asking if she wanted to meet up with him for lunch

-He apparently couldn’t wait for school to see her, and Momo couldn’t wait either

cyrano’s got nothin’ on me

by andawaywego

[or: Jason asks Kim out and Trini is too good a friend for this crap]


Jason asks Kim out on a Thursday.

Trini’s not sure why it’s important that it’s a Thursday, only that it is. Thursdays suck. Not quite the week, not quite the weekend. She supposes, also–along those same lines–that she’s not even really sure why it’s important at all . Because it isn’t.

Or…shouldn’t be.

Jason can ask out whoever he wants. He could ask out Alpha-5 for all Trini cares. And it’s not like she has a monopoly on Kim’s time anyway, even if they usually do spend their Friday nights babysitting Trini’s brothers together. Even if her going on a date with Jason would take that away from her.

That tiny shred of a regular schedule.

They’re in the pit when it happens and Trini is delicately putting a bandage over a particularly bad scrape on Kim’s shoulder. She’s being a good friend. Because that’s what friends do. Friends press antiseptic wipes into cuts and wipe away blood and sometimes even press their fingers to their lips and then press those fingers into the Mickey Mouse band-aid. It’s not weird.

It’s completely normal.

“How bad is it?” Kim is asking, her voice that soft timbre that definitely doesn’t make Trini’s knees shake a little from where she’s kneeling on them.

That would be crazy.

“You’re fine, you big baby,” she jokes, trying to get rid of some of the tension of the moment–that unnecessary weight that is always added so immediately whenever her and Kim’s skin meets.

Kim laughs, this light sound that hardly even sounds like her.

It’s a nice moment–Kim sitting on a rock, Trini kneeling beside her, fingers keen and careful as she presses the adhesive sides of the band-aid down. And then Jason comes shuffling over with his hands wringing out some gross sweat towel like he’s nervous and his eyes are downcast, which is definitely weird because–

Well, because he’s Jason. He exudes confidence and this boyish, who-fucking-cares swagger most days that she’s slightly envious of, if only because he can get away with it, as a boy, without being called a bitch .

But she digresses.

“Hey, Kimberly, can I, um…talk to you for a second?”

It’s not an unusual request, if only because he’s been known to pull each of them aside for the occasional heart-to-heart just to ensure that they’re all on the same side. Usually, they are.

This is not one of those times.

From the side of Kim’s face Trini is on, she can see her eyebrows lower down in confusion. She can see that biting frown twisting on her lips, and Trini, in turn, frowns in mere response.

It’s bizarre.

“Yeah, sure,” Kim says. “What’s up?”

The moment Trini realizes it’s weird is the moment Jason glances at her, as though waiting for her to duck out or excuse herself, which–

She doesn’t have to, okay? Kim is probably the only female friend she’s ever had. She has a right to bear witness.

Make sure Jason doesn’t say anything stupid.

Like, You really sucked at training today.

Or, Those jeans don’t look great on you.

Or–

“I was, um…sort of wondering if you maybe wanted to go on a date tomorrow…with me.”

Yeah, something like that.

Kim is silent for a really long time, her mouth just sort of hanging open as she weighs her options, no doubt. Trini knows the feeling. And it’s weird that Jason would even ask, but it’s not necessarily surprising.

It’s practically set in stone. Two kids, fallen from grace, who used to run in the same social circles. If things were different and Jason hadn’t gotten almost expelled for that cow prank and Kim hadn’t nearly been taken to court over the Amanda thing, they probably would have ended up here either way.

Still, there’s the group dynamic to think of and Trini is half-expecting Kim to just blurt out the word, No, and then hightail it out of there, leaving Trini to slink out awkwardly from underneath Jason’s heavy, disappointed gaze.

There’s the group dynamic and the fact that this could sincerely screw that up.

Trini imagines all of this going through Kim’s head and more and then Kim says, “Um…” but instead of delivering some devastating blow to Jason’s ego, she says, “Sure.”

Sure .

The word sends a pang through Trini’s head, the beginnings of a headache. She frowns, bites her lip and presses the band-aid too hard onto Kim’s shoulder, making her yelp out in pain.

“Jesus, Trin! Be careful.”

When she looks up, Jason is frowning at her. Perhaps over the fact that she’s just (accidentally) hurt Kim, but it doesn’t appear to be the look of someone who’s just asked out Kimberly Hart and gotten a positive response. Trini would be jumping for–

For nothing.

Because she’d never ask out Kim because she’s not that girl. She’s not the kind of girl who develops feelings for her straight best friend. Her first best friend.

Jason smiles. “Great. I…I’ll text you, okay?”

Kim bobs her head. “Yeah, great,” she says and then Jason leaves. He joins Zack and Billy by the ship and they leave together.

It’s quiet for a couple of minutes–just the sound of Trini breathing too harshly for someone who’s literally just kneeling there–and then Kim clears her throat.

“Are you okay?” she asks, like it’s supposed to mean something different. Something deeper.

Trini nods. “Yep. Fine.”

She pulls herself up and grabs her things and it isn’t until she’s soaking wet and running home that she realizes she just stormed off like a character from some stupid teen drama. She stormed off for no damn reason.

Because she doesn’t have a reason, she thinks as she sinks heavily, wet, onto her bed and feels the soak of the sheets beneath the seat of her jeans.

At least, not one she’s willing to consider.

.

It only gets worse.

Or, weirder, actually, because Trini has absolutely no opinion of Kim going on a date with Jason, so how could it possible get worse?

Answer: it can’t. It can’t get anything because Trini doesn’t care.

“Morning,” Jason greets from beside her locker as she approaches that next morning and she frowns at him. It’s too early for his perky smile, the way his blue eyes shift in the flourescent lights.

She grunts and tugs her locker open, shoves some of Kim’s books aside so she can get her things.

“Was your night okay?”

She has to hand it to him, he’s genuinely trying. He may not be the elected leader she would have voted for as President Power Ranger, but he tries to make sure they’re all on the same page. Even when he’s asking one of them out.

“If you’re looking for Kim, she doesn’t come get books till after third, so you can come back later.”

Jason frowns–this pretty thing that turns down his lips like some Teen Beat poster. “I wanted to talk to you, actually,” he says and Trini ignores him, grabs her books and slams the locker closed. “I have a favor to ask.”

She feels sluggish, weighted down like she’s just been pushed off a cliff and into an unexpected bed of water waiting below. “What kind of favor?”

And the sheepish look Jason gives her is answer enough.

.

Okay, so it shouldn’t piss her off. There’s no reason for it.

Teen comedies should have taught her that she should do anything for her best friend, even help the guy she’s dating date her. Especially that.

Of course, in a teen movie, she’d probably fall in love with Jason at the end and Kim wouldn’t be a very good person so the audience wouldn’t feel bad that she’s left all alone, but…

Yeah, no. That’s not gonna happen.

“You’re gonna what ?” Zack asks at lunch, halting mid-throw with a tater tot in his hand. The face he’s making is torn between amusement and sincere pity, so Trini looks away–squints until she can just barely see the pile of tater tots he’s been making in the football field down below the bleachers.

“You’re making a mess,” she admonishes, trying to change the subject, but Zack is never so easily swayed.

He frowns and drops his arm. “I’m sorry,” he starts, “but it sounded like you just said you’re helping Jason get ready for his date tonight.”

She looks away, finding something interesting to pick at on the knee of her jeans.

“His date with Kim.”

She frowns.

“The same Kim you’re in love with.”

Except–

“I’m not in love with Kim,” she snarls and Zack nearly looks afraid for a second before a smug look replaces it.

“Mhm,” he hums and looks away. He chucks the tater tot from before and it lands in the same pile in the middle of the fifty yard line.

“I’m not.”

He nods. “I heard you.”

“Yeah, but you don’t seem like you believe me.”

He chucks another one and then turns to meet her eyes. “That’s because I don’t.”

And, well.

She doesn’t owe any sort of explanation to him anyway.

.

“So,” Kim starts at the end of the day, standing by Trini’s locker and Trini can’t even look at her, can’t bring herself to do it.

Keeps hearing, the Kim you’re in love with, over and over in her head. Zack’s stupid voice.

Stupid words.

Stupid Zack, always making things more complicated.

“Yeah?” Trini prods, because it’s rude to ignore someone you’re not technically mad at. It’s rude to ignore your best friend at all.

“I, um…Have fun with your brothers tonight, I guess.”

That’s when Trini remembers that she’ll be babysitting alone for the first time since before Rita–since before meeting Kim. She’ll have to deal with Diego and Alex not wanting to do their homework on her own and Kim won’t be there after bedtime to watch cooking shows in the dark living room with.

Which is fine.

Because Trini isn’t needy. She doesn’t need to spend every single Friday with Kim like some standing date.

Date.

“Right,” she says and tugs the last of her books out. “Have fun on your date .”

If she spits that last word–if she slams their shared locker door a little too hard–she doesn’t mean to. And it doesn’t mean anything when she’s scared to look back at Kim as she leaves, scared to see her reaction.

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At home, she tries to smother herself with a pillow only to be interrupted by a phone call.

“Hey,” Jason says when she answers. He sounds anxious and Trini closes her eyes against her growing migraine. “Could you…I don’t know what to wear. Could you maybe come over and help me?”

Like she’s some sort of dating-Kimberly-Hart expert. Like she’s a dating expert at all .

The clock on her phone says 3:47. The date isn’t until 7:00 .

Trini sighs. “Be there in five minutes.”

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Jason answers the door like he’s just run a marathon. He looks sickly, his blue eyes darting around nervously as his hand clasps around her wrist and drags her inside and down the hall to his bedroom.

“Sorry,” he says, once the door is closed. “My mom knows I’m…” He trails off. “And if she sees you, she may think you’re who I’m taking to dinner.”

Trini nods. She gets it.

Mrs. Scott is almost as overbearing as her own mother–something that her and Jason had only just begun to bond over before this whole date fiasco started. Now, she’s–

Now she’s fine. Because this is fine.

Jason is her friend and Kim is her friend and this is totally fine .

“So…You’re taking Kim to dinner then?”

Her curiosity gets the best of her, bubbling up in her chest and her stomach and making her feel antsy. She taps her foot against his bedroom floor and takes a seat on his messy bed, pushing a couple of dirty t-shirts onto the floor to make room for herself.

Does curiosity always feel so nauseating?

Jason crosses his arms over his chest and looks towards his open closet, his messy dresser drawers, all of them pulled out and torn apart. “Yeah,” he says. “That, um…that pizza place over on Maple?”

She nods. Her brother ate seven slices of pepperoni there last month and upchucked on checkered table cloth. Good times.

Of course, she doesn’t tell Jason that because he looks nervous enough already without hearing about her kid brother puking everywhere in the same restaurant where he’s about to take Kimberly Hart on a date.

“You good?” she asks. “You look sick.”

And he does.

Jason nods and uncrosses his arms to wipe his palms on his jeans. “Yeah, I’m good, I’m just…”

But even he doesn’t seem to know what he really is, and the subject is promptly dropped.

“Okay.”

She pulls herself to her feet and edges around him to his closet and pushes around at a couple of flannels he has hung up inside it. “What were you thinking, clothes-wise?” she asks, because all the shirts look pretty much the same, most of them checkered blue and red.

Jason shrugs and he doesn’t seem to know what he’s allowed to do with his hands, because he keeps moving them around–stuffing them in his pockets, running his fingers through his hair, rubbing his face with his palms.

“Dude, are you sure you’re okay?” she asks. “Because, like…You look like you’re gonna ralph”

“I just…” He looks away and then crosses the room to sit in her recently vacated spot on his bed. “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do or say tonight. I just feel like…This should be easy, right? If it’s meant to be?“

Trini knows that feeling–feels it pretty much every time she’s left alone with Kim, but it had been the most poignant that first afternoon alone, before they’d defeated Rita. She’d made a fool of herself going out for coffee with the other girl–hadn’t known whether she should hold the door open for her and ended up slamming it shut on Kim’s face. She hadn’t known whether or not she’d been meant to pay for her own half or not and ended up accidentally making Kim pay for the whole thing and then–

It hadn’t been pretty, but she’d like to think it’s gotten simpler since then.

Still not perfect by any means, but definitely not the disaster of that first afternoon.

“Hey, Kim is easy, okay?” Trini says, but it’s a lie and it comes out sounding like some sort of comment about something else entirely. She blushes and Jason gives her an odd look at her phrasing. “What I mean is–” She starts, clearing her throat. “–is that she’s not gonna, like, judge you or anything. She has like endless chances for us weirdos.”

Jason smiles in relief at her words. “Don’t lump me in with you,” he jokes and Trini smiles, the mood suddenly a good deal lighter than it had been mere moments before.

“Just open the door for her. Hold her chair out. Ask her questions, I guess. She doesn’t like to talk about herself unless you make her, but it makes her feel better to do it, so…And she might try to steal your food, but just let her because she makes this really cute face when she thinks she’s gotten away with it.”

Jason is looking at her weird again, his eyes narrowed and Trini looks away, back at his closet.

“How about this one?” she asks, pulling out a button-down shirt that looks exactly like the others.

But Jason seems pleased. He smiles and takes it and makes Trini turn around as he changes.

It isn’t until 6:00 when she’s making sure his hair looks decent that Trini realizes what she’s helping him prepare for.

“Thanks,” he says on his way out, his keys jingling faintly in his hand as he makes his way to his recently-repaired truck.

Trini nods and swallows around the lump in her throat, wonders vaguely if she might be getting sick. Other than the faint, persistent nausea, though, she feels completely fine.

“Have fun on your date,” she says and the words sound wrong coming out of her mouth, leave her tongue feeling heavy.

Jason nods and smiles as he backs down the driveway.

Trini almost follows him. She even starts to–heading down those familiar back roads to Kim’s house–but she stops herself before she gets too far and pulls over on the side of the road.

“What the fuck is happening?” she whispers, head against the steering wheel.

Jason’s tail lights disappear up ahead and it’s only once they’ve completely disappeared that Trini turns around and drives herself home.

.

Her parents leave at eight for their weekly scheduled date night and her brothers’ long division homework does little to distract her. Trini feels sick–like she’s trapped in some sort of funhouse mirror, stretching and pulling and shrinking again until her insides are a jumbled, sick mess.

Zack texts her once around nine with a stupid meme she doesn’t fully understand and Billy sends a picture of his cat about twenty minutes later with a message that just says, You feel off. Maxwell wanted to say hi. Call me if you need me! :)

The offer’s nice and all, but all it does is remind her of why she feels off. And why she doesn’t want to think about why she feels off.

Twenty minutes after she puts the boys to bed–when she’s flopped back on the couch trying to take some sort of enjoyment in the way Gordon Ramsay is yelling on screen–the doorbell rings.

She contemplates just leaving it. Her dad forgets his keys sometimes and hates pulling out the hide-a-key rock they have by the front stoop because “the neighbors might catch on”, but being forced to out his secret is punishment enough for forgetting them again .

But then it rings again. More insistently. Loud enough to wake Diego and Alex.

She pulls herself to her feet and grumbles all the way to the front door, unlocking it and ripping it open. “Mom, you gotta start making sure he grabs his keys before you guys–” she starts, and then promptly cuts herself off.

Jason is standing on her porch with the shirt she picked out for him tugged up around his elbows. He’s kicking at the wooden steps and shifting his weight and he says, “Hey,” when she sees that it’s him.

That damn lump in her throat is back. “What do you want?” she asks, meaning it to sound harsh, but comes out insecure and a little wobbly.

“I, um…” He shuffles just the tiniest bit closer and his posture very nearly has her pitying him.

“How’d it go?”

The question is out of her mouth before she can even stop herself. Jason’s head tilts up as her words hit him and she gets the answer from the way his eyes drop.

This time, it’s her that tugs him into the house.

.

They’ve got maybe twenty minutes before her parents get back. Thirty, at the most, but that’s only if her mom decided dessert was worth it for the night and she usually doesn’t, citing that “room for dessert” means you did not have enough to eat at dinner.

Trini rolls her eyes at the thought and realizes too late that Jason must think it’s directed at him.

Which, it is. But only a little.

She doesn’t want to talk about that.

“What went wrong?” she asks and Jason shrugs, tosses his hands up in the air.

“I don’t know!” he says. “It was just…it was weird. I thought maybe…”

He doesn’t have to finish. He’d thought that it wouldn’t be weird, that the stars would finally align because, based on every group dynamic ever made, Fred and Daphne always end up together.

But that metaphor pretty much sucks. Mostly because she’s pretty sure that makes her Scooby.

Jason is too big for her couch. He looks humongous and out of place, but he presses his face to his knees at an awkward angle, and she’s pitying him before she realizes why. Disgust twists in her chest a second later, because a tiny thrill of pride had shot through her when she’d realized the date hadn’t gone well, and what kind of friend does that make her?

“Wanna be specific or am I gonna have to prod the rest of it out of you?”

She pokes his ribs, making him squirm, and then he finally pulls himself upright.

“We didn’t have anything to talk about,” he tells her. “We just sat there for, like, twenty minutes in silence. It was weird! And…I tried to hold her hand on the way into the restaurant and she just…I don’t know.”

Trini’s not sure if that’s meant to convey that Kim had pulled away or that she’d been superbly and shockingly terrible at holding hands in the first place. She’d go with the latter, if only for the comedy of the thought, but she knows it’s not true.

Because she’s held Kim’s hand exactly three times–once after Kim had confessed everything that happened with Amanda two months ago; once on the couch just two weeks ago; and the other just earlier on in the week when they’d been patrolling through the streets for anything strange.

Kim’s hands are warm without being sweaty, soft without being clammy. Her grip isn’t too firm.

It’s not like Trini has held a hundred different hands in her life, but she’s pretty sure Kim’s would be at the top of her list even if she had .

“It just felt wrong,” Jason admits. “And then we talked and I just…I realized why . Or…I don’t know.”

Trini’s head spins. She has so many questions, she’s not sure where to even begin

“Maybe you went about it the wrong way,” Trini tries. She really wants to be supportive because Jason is her teammate and her friend and she wants Kim to be happy. And if Jason can make her happy, then she’s gonna damn well do her best to make sure he does . “She’s…Kim is sorta hard to pin down. It took me a while to get her, but she’s…I don’t know. You’ll get there.”

Jason is quiet for a long time, just kind of slumped over with his face pressed into his hand, his elbow braced on his thigh. Trini isn’t sure what she’s supposed to say and Gordon Ramsay is saying, “You’re a fucking lunatic!” on screen, so she watches him storm out of whatever restaurant he’s trying to fix and waits for the silence to be broken.

But the moment it is, she wishes it hadn’t been. Because Jason says, “You’re a good friend, Trini. You really care about her,” in this super insistent way she doesn’t know what to say to.

“I mean, she’s my friend, so I–” she starts, but Jason’s eyes really should be illegal.

They’re too blue, too easy to turn into watery messes that you can’t turn down.

She sighs. “Yeah, I do,” she says, and it’s at least enough to get him out of her house before her parents get home.

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did you guys miss me?

The message comes through while Trini is lying in bed an hour or so later, just kinda staring up at the exposed wood of her ceiling, that messy dent she hasn’t quite gotten around to patching up yet.

Her phone blinds her eyes and she doesn’t know how to say no because the answer is yes.

The boys did, she sends back and it’s read immediately, making Trini’s heart flutter.

Somewhere across town, Kim is lying in bed with her phone open waiting for Trini to text her.

just the boys?

Trini sighs. Yep, she types, then, how was your date with our dear captain? even though she already knows the answer.

It goes unanswered, but read, for probably about two full minutes before Kim finally texts back.

fine, it says, and then, i gotta sleep. see you tomorrow.

Kim, it seems, isn’t anymore willing to talk about what happened, and Trini shouldn’t, but she’s relieved for a moment before the disgust sinks in.

She really is the worst.

I’ll help you, she texts Jason a minute or two later and the response she gets is immediate.

.

“You seem better,” Billy chirps happily when she swings into detention the next morning.

He’s already at his desk with some homework pulled out, hands folded neatly on his lap, and his smile is impossible to ignore.

“I’m fine, Billy,” she tells him. It’s not necessarily a lie, just a marginal bending of the truth.

He nods. “Okay. Well…Maxwell says hi.” He smirks at his own cleverness and Trini smiles.

“Cool,” she says. “Tell him I said hi back.”

And then she’s in her corner of the room, burying her face in her English homework and ignoring the way Kim’s look burns into her face when she climbs down the steps a minute or two later.

Jason comes slinking down just before Mr. Narvy and he throws a note at Trini’s head as soon as roll call is finished.

what’s the plan? it reads, in scratchy mostly illegible letters.

Trini sighs and glances at the back of his head and then across the room where Kim is sitting, her head lowered over her homework. She’s bouncing her leg like she sometimes does when she’s taking a test in Biology. It’s a movement that Trini has become more than a little familiar with since the beginning of the school year–since before they officially met–and it makes her smile a little distantly.

She scribbles down her plan as quickly as she can manage and chucks it at his head, then pulls out another piece of paper, writing out A wild Jason appears! at the top of it in as close to Jason’s handwriting as she can manage.

It hits the back of Jason’s head with a painful looking thump. He whips around to glare at her in confusion and she just mouths, “Throw it to Kim,” with a particular harsh jut of her head towards the girl in question.

So he throws it to Kim.

It lands on her desk and she immediately stops bouncing her leg, head twisting around to look at Trini, as if the note had come from her, which…it had . But she catches Jason smiling at her instead.

Trini watches the exchange out of the corner of her eye and then the note is being discreetly tossed her way by Jason a second later.

All it says is, hey .

Which, for Kim, is wildly solemn.

Jason is watching her and Trini’s heart is pounding in her ears. The fact that it’s not her own name she’s writing down doesn’t make her feel any better.

Jason uses ASK TO A MOVIE TONIGHT.

Her hands tremble as she waits, which is stupid of course because it’s not like she’s asking Kim out (even if she is ).

Technicalities.

Kim is smiling. Trini can see that cute (what?) little curve of her lips from where she’s sitting. It must be a big smile.

She’s pretty sure she’s having a heart attack.

The answer she gets a minute later is, sounds good!

She should feel proud, maybe. Because she just asked out a pretty girl, because the pretty girl said yes, even though the way she went about it was possibly the dorkiest, quasi-lamest thing she could have done.

It’s not clear what expression she expects from Jason when she sends the note chain back to him with she likes dramas–bring tissues scribbled on the front, but mild disappointment certainly isn’t it.

.

At least training is cancelled.

A silver lining perhaps, but Kim flakes out after detention and Trini isn’t sure what she’s supposed to do now that she’s gotten Jason another date, so she goes to the mine anyway.

Zack is already there, swinging his legs over the edge of the cliff.

“You look pissed,” he says as she slumps down into the dirt beside him. “How’s the whole Cyrano de Bergerac thing working for you?”

She frowns, momentarily confused and Zack shrugs.

“What?” he asks. “I read.”

.

Jason calls her a couple of hours later, freaking out about movie times and choices.

“I don’t know, dude,” she says and resists the urge to chuck her phone into a rock.

Zack chuckles humorlessly from his spot on top of the train car. She flips him off.

“It’s like you’ve never dated a girl before,” she says, and it really is.

Not that she has either–not that she has much experience–but she’s been to the movies with Kim. She’s sat beside her in a mostly-dark room with one bucket of popcorn between them and felt the exact same nervousness that’s probably jumping in Jason’s throat right now.

Mostly, she just hates knowing that her and Jason have that much in common, so when he says, “You’re right. It’ll be fine,” a minute later, it’s satisfaction she feels when the line clicks dead.

.

He doesn’t show up on her doorstep that night, which she takes as a good sign.

For him.

Around ten, he texts her the thumbs up emoji. She doesn’t want to think about what that means.

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“How are things with Jason?”

Trini asks it out of obligation, out of some masochistic tendency that she relies on like bad limp. She doesn’t want to know. Or, rather, 90% of her doesn’t want to know. It’s that rogue 10% that would much rather her be left a crying mess on the floor with her hard-to-process feelings.

Except they’re not so hard.

“Good,” Kim says and she’s cradling her paper coffee cup in her hands and exhaling bright, white curling air that spreads upwards, chilled and freezing microscopically.

Trini nods and presses her coffee further between her knees, bundling into her coat and trying to ignore the cold metal of the park bench beneath her legs.

It’s quiet. Trini lets the unspoken reasoning behind her brief, unimportant interrogation settle into the space between them, which doesn’t say much because there’s not much space. Kim’s arm is pressed up against her own and Trini wants to move and doesn’t in equal, confusing parts.

“Are you…” She’s not certain how she wants to ask that. Mostly because she’s only had a couple of days to come to terms with where this has been heading since she met Kim on that stupid cliff two months ago.

Her dumb, teenage heart got away from her and now she can’t so much as look at Kim without imagining Jason kissing her. The thought makes her sick. The thought of Kim with anyone (else) has made her sick for a while now, but she’s only just now begun to understand the reasoning behind it.

“Yeah?” Kim prods and she’s looking at her now.

Trini meets her eyes, but barely–refuses to get lost in the darkness of their color, that beautiful shadow around Kim’s pupils that spins her out of control every time.

Trini tries to hide the severity of the moment by taking a sip of her coffee, wincing at the bitterness, but relishing in its warmth. She’s not sure who’s idea it was to sit in the park in the middle of November, but she’s fairly certain that her nose is never going to be warm ever again.

“Are you going to go out again?” she asks, once the scalding coffee has slipped down her throat.

Kim looks away. “I don’t know,” she says. “Maybe. If he asks.”

Quiet again.

And then Kim bumps Trini’s shoulder with her own. “The beanie actually makes more sense in the winter,” she jokes and the image of Jason pressing his hands into the graceful convex of Kim’s waist makes her swallow a little more thickly than usual.

.

Billy brings her some cookies that night, the kind you can find at every other grocery store. The somewhat chalky, sprinkled kind that mostly just taste like processed sugar and food dye.

It’s a nice thought and Trini eats three of them on the couch while Billy sits beside her and reads.

“Is this because Jason and Kimberly are dating now?” he asks and Trini doesn’t think there’s any point in answering because that’s all this has ever been about.

She likes Billy and his gentle voice, the way he’s always trying to perk everyone up, no matter what the circumstance. She especially likes how good he is at it.

“You should talk to Kimberly,” he says a little later and she’s got her head on his shoulder, feeling the way he moves as he chews one of those cookies. “Nothing else is gonna help.”

And of course he’s right. He’s Billy. And Billy is never wrong.

.

But the timing doesn’t seem right. She doubts that it ever really will.

Kim comes over that night–just hefts herself through Trini’s window like she sometimes does on nights when it’s late and she gets antsy, or when she can’t sleep and knows that Trini will be awake. It’s late and Trini is lying in her bed with the lamp off and the thing is, she’s so used to this at this point that she doesn’t even jump when she hears the window creak open.

(even though the first time it had happened, it had been enough to send her into some sort of Rita-induced PTSD flashback that had taken Kim twenty minutes to talk her down from)

“Sorry,” Kim mumbles, when she knocks a stack of drawings off of Trini’s desk and Trini jumps up to help her gather them.

“What are you doing here?” Trini asks, kneeling on the floor with Kim and pushing papers together like some sort of movie-script meet-cute.

Kim smiles at her sheepishly, her eyes dark in the shadows. “I wanted to see you,” she says and the words thump hotly through Trini’s veins even though the meaning is probably different than what she hears.

What she feels.

“Okay, weirdo,” she mutters, half-joking and then Kim is lying on the covers beside her in her bed.

They’re silent for a long time, Trini’s lip trembling as she tries to figure out the best way to out herself. To say, I want you to date me, not Jason . Without scaring Kim away.

But her confidence unfolds under Kim’s gaze and the feeling leaves her empty as fear creeps up her spine.

And then Kim reaches out and grabs her hand, squeezing her fingers gently. “What’s wrong with you?” she asks. “You’ve been weird lately.”

Trini doesn’t have a good answer for that, not one that has zero chance of sending Kim running into the night. She shrugs. “I’m okay.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

Trini sighs, hating the way she feels dizzy and wired at the same time from the mere offer.

“No,” she says. “I’m good.”

Kim doesn’t buy it. She rolls her eyes and then stares Trini down so intensely that Trini has to pull her hand free in order to lessen the severity of the moment.

It’s a teen movie scene, but Trini isn’t the protagonist and by all laws of 90’s rom-coms, Kim should be in Jason’s room right now, sharing this moment with him and not the best friend that is probably in love with her. Maybe.

Because the protagonist should kiss the love interest here. It should be that great moment before the low point, when everything is going okay and then something happens. Something humiliating or just enough that it breaks them apart, that everything is bleak for about ten minutes of screen time before the grand romantic gesture–the running through the streets, the song on the jukebox, the big banner declaring their love.

Trini hates that sort of thing because big moments like that only happen after something awful.

It feels more like a misguided apology than an actual revelation.

For a second, she’s certain that Kim is looking at her lips–that they’re both leaning forward and that she’s moments away from what might be the greatest kiss of her life But–

Nothing happens. Either she pulls away or Kim does or all of it was imaginary in the first place.

“You can talk to me, you know,” Kim tells her, voice soft and careful as it blows through the air between them. “About anything.”

The prospect of it is meaningful, but Trini is fairly certain it would fall apart in practice.

What straight girl would be okay with their best female friend harboring some pretty intense feelings for them?

She has a lot of faith in Kim–this girl lying in bed with her in the dark, who crawled up the side of her house in the middle of the night to ask if she’s okay–but trust can only do so much.

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It’s not two days later when Jason comes to her again.

“Okay,” he says, in the middle of the cafeteria, waiting for Trini to figure out if she wants strawberry or chocolate milk. Mostly, she’s trying not to look at him. The milk doesn’t matter. “So the movie thing was great, but we’ve gotta talk tonight. And…we’re okay around you guys, but alone? I don’t know. That’s what was so bad the first time.”

“I can’t help you talk, Jason,” she tells him.

She picks chocolate because she doesn’t want to look at anything pink right now.

“I can help you ask her out, I can tell you what kind of movies she likes, I can tell you that nine times out of ten, she’ll greet you by saying, ‘Wazz poppin’, but I can’t talk for you.”

Billy is sitting at the table and she loves him, she really does.

(hell, she loves all of them, and maybe that’s what’s screwing her over)

But he must hear that last part, because he smiles as they take their seats. “Actually,” he says, “you might be able to.”

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“Can you guys tell me what the plan is again? Cause I’m pretty sure it’s stupid, but I want to be really sure, y’know?”

Trini glances over at Zack, sitting on Jason’s bed with this stupid smug look on his face.

She likes him sometimes, but not when he insists on being solely expository.

“So, I’ve got Jason hooked up with a couple microphones and this hidden chest harness for my GoPro and Trini is gonna monitor his date with Kimberly to make sure nothing awkward happens.”

“So…Would you call this a double date?” Zack asks, still smirking. “Or…I guess, a tricycle, maybe?”

Billy looks at him, confused, and then goes back to strapping the harness over Jason’s undershirt, where it’ll be hidden by his button-down and tie.

“Thanks for doing this again, Trini,” Jason says, beaming. “I…I just want tonight to go well. Third date and all.”

“Right.” She swallows around the bile in her throat. “Well, you know me. Resident Kim expert. Here to help.”

Her head is starting to pound and Kim isn’t supposed to arrive for another twenty minutes. There’s something to standing in this room with three boys, preparing one of them for a date with the girl she likes.

Maybe loves.

Or…Whatever.

Doesn’t matter.

Because Kim is her friend . Her best friend and she’s worked for it, so fucking hard for the past two months. She learned how to handle Kim on her own–learned her quirks and her habits–and she didn’t just ask her out on a date in an attempt to wing it and then beg someone else for help.

She doesn’t care, of course. Because if Jason makes Kim happy, then so be it.

She can be supportive.

Witness her being supportive. She feels her eyelid twitch.

Maybe she could fake food poisoning and guilt Kim into taking care of her like she did when she had a cold last month. Kim could make her that cheddar chicken noodle soup again and they watch bad reality TV in Trini’s bedroom and–

That sounds a lot like a date.

Maybe Jason should fake food poisoning.

“How do I look?” Jason asks, turning a little so they can see.

The camera is hidden well behind his tie, but Trini is skeptical on how they’ll even be able to see . Billy looks proud. He claps his hands together.

“Good,” she manages.

The doorbell rings and Jason waves her off to answer it so he can make sure his hair looks alright.

Kim looks beautiful and Trini immediately stops wondering why Jason wanted her to meet him here instead of him picking her up. Stops caring. Because Kim is wearing a skirt and Trini’s seen her legs before, of course, but it’s different like this somehow, in the low light of the cold evening.

She’s shivering too.

“Hi,” Trini says and Kim pushes her way inside.

“Hey,” she says in the foyer, the door still open a little. “Why are you here?”

Her tone is a little more uneven than usual, the inquisition raising up at the end and Trini frowns, trying to think of a good reason.

“Oh, well…being supportive,” she lies. “Zack and Billy are here too.”

Kim nods. “Is Jason ready?”

She seems tense, for some reason. Her shoulders are hiked up higher than usual and her tone is biting now, a little annoyed. Trini has no idea why.

“I think so.”

Silence descends and Trini sniffs, trying to break it, if only for a moment.

It hardly works.

“You look…wow,” she says and Kim brightens a little, her shoulders drooping.

Trini reminds herself that she shouldn’t hurt like this, because she’s doing this for Kim (and for the dizzying rush she gets every time Kim smiles at her now, but she’s trying not to factor that in right now).

“Thanks,” Kim says and her voice is low, hardly a whisper. “So do you.”

Her eyes drop down to inspect Trini’s outfit like she’s never seen it before, even though it’s the same thing she wore to school earlier. The moment is nearly too much. If Kim weren’t dressed and ready for a date with someone else, it would be overwhelming for a lot of reasons.

In any case, Jason comes in a second later and greets Kim with a boyish smile that makes Trini shrink into the corner soundlessly.

“You look great,” he says and Kim smiles–different than the one she’d sent Trini for her similar comment.

“Thank you,” she responds and then they’re out the door, Kimberly sending a little wave as they back out of the driveway and head towards town.

Trini watches them through the window and the moment is so stiff and unyielding for a second that she doesn’t even know what to do.

And then Billy says, “We should probably get ready, huh?” and the moment is broken.

Thankfully.

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At least it’s not the pizza place again.

Granted, it’s still Italian food, but that’s pretty much the only kind of restaurants Angel Grove has anymore, as if Rita’s gold monster had had a vendetta against fast food chains or something.

She snorts at the thought of Jason taking Kimberly Hart on a third date to McDonald’s.

“What’s so funny, pip squeak?” Zack asks from the cramped back of her car. His knees are practically in his chest and Trini rolls her eyes at him.

“Nothing,” she says.

Billy has his laptop out and is hooking it up to the camera on Jason’s chest, to the microphone in the pocket of his shirt. “Do you need to be alone?” Billy asks her and she gives him a confused look. “When you woo her? That can get pretty personal.”

Her face flushes and Zack cackles in the back, slapping the seat with the flat of his hand for effect. “I’m not wooing her, Billy,” she says. “I’m just here if Jason needs to phone a friend.”

Billy shrugs and goes back to fiddling with his computer. “If you say so.”

Jason’s truck is in the parking lot of the restaurant, just three down from where Trini is parked. They can see through the windows, but not much further than the front entrance. Jason had held the door open for Kim as they’d gone in and she imagines them holding hands on the table top.

Her stomach twists.

“–sea this time of year,” comes Jason’s voice, suddenly, through the speakers of Billy’s computer.

Trini whips her head around to look and is immediately faced with the somewhat blurry image of Kim across a table. She has her elbow leaned on the tabletop, her chin rested prettily in her palm. Trini sucks in a breath and holds it.

“Yeah, that’s true,” she drawls, sounding bored. “Weather is funky like that.”

Trini smirks at her vocabulary and ignores the look Zack is giving her.

The silence between the two is palpable, even through a damn computer screen. It’s actually a little painful to witness and Trini starts to rethink her entire life leading up to this moment.

“This is not going well,” Billy cuts in as they watch their friends order their food and then return to sitting in silence.

Trini can’t look away from Kim, at the bored, taut expression on her face. The way she keeps looking to her left, where she assumes a window is sitting. She must be eager to leave and Trini feels bad, immediately, for the thrill this realization sends through her.

Suddenly, there’s a loud thump in the speakers and Billy glances at her.

“I think that’s your cue,” he says.

And, it is.

“I don’t think even you can fix this, Trin,” Zack says and she reaches back a hand to shove him just as Billy passes her the speaker they have attached to the tiny earpiece Jason is wearing.

“Hey, Jase,” she says into it and the image of Kim on the screen jostle, as though he’s been started. She rolls her eyes. “It’s me, weirdo. Act natural, or she’s gonna know something is up. Don’t just sit there, weirdo. This is awful. Ask how her day was.”

On the screen, she can see Kim move as Jason clears his throat. “So,” he starts, “how was your day?”

The smile she sends is blinding. “It was okay,” she says. “Coulda been worse. I could have been pushed off a cliff.”

Trini frowns at the reference, at the way it ignites her chest. It doesn’t make sense for to be bringing that up. Not unless Jason knows about their first meeting.

But he doesn’t.

Because he stays silent and then she says, “How was yours?”

“Okay,” he returns.

Silence again. Trini runs a hand through her hair.

“Jesus, dude,” she says into the speaker. “You’ve talked to humans before, right?”

He doesn’t answer, of course, because he can’t, but she hopes the point got across regardless.

“Ask about her interests, okay? Ask what her favorite movie is,” she suggests. “She’s gonna say Breakfast at Tiffany’s, but it’s really ClueTell her you like that movie if she does that, okay? She’ll probably do her Tim Curry impression. It’s cute. You won’t have to pretend to laugh.”

Jason is quiet for a second and then he follows orders.

Now, it’s not just Zack who’s staring at her. It’s Billy, too. And she knows why.

This is ridiculous and super masochistic, but she’s in too deep already. If she can’t have Kim, the least she can do is make sure that whoever does appreciates the right things.

True to form, Kim says Breakfast at Tiffany’s but brightens up the moment Jason mentions Clue. Her laugh is brilliant–this bright, white thing in Trini’s chest–when it comes through Billy’s laptop.

The conversation doesn’t last long enough to make the following silence less unbearable. Trini’s starting to think it’s always going to be back to square one.

Fortunately, their food arrives and that buys her some time.

Not much, but some.

“Dogs or cats?” Jason asks a couple minutes into their meal, as per Trini’s instructions and Kim cites back the answer Trini had already prepared him for verbatim.

For a moment, Trini is able to imagine that it’s her sitting across from Kim at that table, that they’re on their third date and there isn’t any weird tension. That things are perfect and Kim is smiling at her and Zack’s stupid, knowing looks are nowhere near her.

“Just fucking talk about something, man,” Trini says a little later, because she’s getting frustrated beyond reason, now.

It’s almost like Jason is trying to bomb this.

“This is nice,” Jason says. “I’m glad you decided to try this again. I know the first date was…weird.”

And–

There they go.

That doesn’t sound nearly as stilted as the rest of the conversations did.

Kim is nodding and running her fingers through the ends of her hair. Trini can hardly breathe at the sight. “Me too,” she says.

The silence is basically square one. Kim and Jason’s super weird reset button that gets pressed every thirty seconds.

“Can I ask, though,” Kim says and Billy glances over at her. Trini frowns at him, looks back at the screen. “What do you want this to be?”

Jason must wiggle or something because the camera jostles a little too violently and then slants to the side.

Zack tugs the speaker from Trini’s hand and says, “Yo, dude, you fucked the camera up,” into it.

Jason must hear, too, because he says, “I…Can you give me a second? My phone is buzzing.”

It definitely isn’t, and the frown Kim gives him is a good indicator that she knows it, but Jason gets up from the table anyway and Trini watches (sideways) as he pushes his way through the dining room and out the side door. When she looks up through the windshield, he’s there, barreling towards her car in shaky, frightened movements that almost seem over exaggerated.

She rolls the window down and Billy gets out of the car to adjust the camera.

“It’s like you want her to figure out I’m out here feeding you lines,” Trini tells him and Jason gives her this weird look she can’t interpret.

She doesn’t have the mental capacity for it right then.

“How am I supposed to answer that question?” he asks, sounding panicked.

Trini sighs. “You don’t know what you want from this?” she asks and Zack peeks his head around the chair, pressing his temple into hers, but she doesn’t push him away. “Why did you even ask her out, then?”

That, somehow, seems like a harder question for him. His eyes widen in alarm.

“Okay…” She sighs again and pushes her forehead to the steering wheel for a moment, thinking over her options. “Go back in,” she says. “Go in there and I’ll…I’ll help you, okay?”

Jason nods and Billy finishes fixing the camera.

“Thank you,” he half-whispers, and then he books it back inside.

“Sorry about that,” they hear over the laptop.

Kim smiles placidly. “Sure. Everything okay?”

Jason doesn’t respond, which must mean he nodded or something. “To answer your question,” he starts a second later, and Billy pushes the speaker into her hand again. Zack pulls his head away and then looks out the window.

Trini closes her eyes.

“To answer your question,” she repeats, buying him time like he’s thinking because she’s thinking. She’s lining up all her reasons in a row.

Because she shouldn’t have signed up for this. This stupid, pathetic third-wheel living where it’s almost like she’s on a date with Kim if she squints her eyes and tilts her head.

She’s not . Jason is.

Jason is on his third date with Kim, to be specific.

And that hurts more than she’ll ever be able to compromise.

She doesn’t know why he wants to date Kim, that’s part of the problem. But she has her own reasons. And she’ll never tell them to Kim, never say them out loud in any way that means anything. But maybe this is enough for now.

“I wanna be with you, Kim. I…I wasn’t sure for the longest time. I thought…I thought if I told myself enough times over that what I felt for you wasn’t real, then it couldn’t hurt me. You couldn’t hurt me, but…”

She trails off, and she’s not certain, but she doesn’t think she can hear Jason repeating her. She looks to Billy for help, but he doesn’t seem perturbed by it, which must mean nothing is wrong.

So she presses on.

“I think I’m the only person I can’t lie to. Not really. And I think you’re a close second,” she says. “I wanna be with you. Only you. For as long as you’ll have me. Because…because when I met you, it wasn’t anything special. Not that first time. But every time since then has been something else. You are something else. And I–”

Her voice cracks and her hands are shaking. Zack is breathing down her neck like he wants to reach out and comfort her, but doesn’t know enough to.

“I wanna go on a hundred bad dates with you. A thousand good ones. You’re worth every moment. Even the bad ones.” She takes a shaky breath and she can hear Jason on the other end.

She can hear him say, “This is what I was trying to tell you,” which is a good enough ending for what she’d been trying to say.

When she looks up at the screen, Kim is staring at what she assumes must be Jason’s head–that spot right above the actual camera–and her eyes are watering a little. If it’s something she can see through the pixelation, she gathers it must be a pretty emotional response.

“Yeah,” she says. “That’s enough for me.”

And then her eyes finally lock onto the camera. The same camera that’s supposed to be hidden, that she’s not supposed to know about.

“Where is she?” she asks and Trini’s heart beats out a confused, panicked tempo in her ears.

“What?” she asks, no one in particular.

“Outside,” Jason says. “She’s right outside.”

“Can she hear me?”

Trini whips her head over to look at Billy, who is staring at her expectantly. To look back at Zack who is also watching, also waiting.

Kim is looking into the camera at her and her mouth is opening like she’s going to say something–like she’s going to finish off whatever cruel joke this is.

She could hear her?

So, Trini does what she always does–that fun thing she’s never been fully proud of.

She opens her car door, gets out, and runs all the way home.

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By the time she gets home, she can’t feel her legs, which she’d be worried about, but she can’t even wrap her mind around anything other than the memory of Kim’s voice saying, can she hear me, can she hear me, can she hear me. Her front porch light is off and her parents are upstairs no doubt, her brothers in bed already.

Trini doesn’t want to go inside. Can’t even bring herself to it.

She slumps down on the porch and closes her eyes, grits her teeth, tries to focus.

Kim had heard her say all of that. Jason had somehow turned whatever radio connection that had into some sort of grand public humiliation event. She’d guess, based on Zack and Billy’s looks that they’d known, too. That they’d known it was coming.

Jason must have figured out her feelings for Kim and decided to teach her a lesson. It was only a matter of time.

Her hands tremble.

“Trini!”

And Kim–always Kim–is running down the street after.

That grand romantic gesture she never wanted, because it means the other person messed up. Because it means things are far from perfect.

Trini stands up, fists balled at her side, and wills herself not to cry. “What do you want?” she snarls. “Come to get a good laugh?”

Kim steps back from where she’s stopped in front of her and it’s unfair that Trini aches for her to come back immediately, to be closer. “I’m not here to laugh at you, Trini,” she says, but it’s not convincing.

“Oh, sure.”

She turns on her heel, intent on going inside to hide away from all of this. To possibly stop being a person forever.

Sorry to inform you that Trini’s existence has been cancelled altogether. Thank you for your understanding .

“Trini!” Kim says and Trini is drawn to her. Always. She stops walking halfway up the porch steps, but she doesn’t turn around. Not yet. “Why did you run?”

“Why do you think , Kim?”

She can practically see the cogs moving in Kim’s head, the way she starts to put things together. Still, it takes her a minute.

“Jason meant well, I think! He…I didn’t know what he was doing. I thought he just–”

She cuts herself off and then laughs, a little self-deprecating and Trini finally turns.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

“I’m…” Kim looks beautiful in the streetlight, in the harsh light of the moon above them–dark hair haloed somehow. Trini scoffs and crosses her arms. “I…Did you mean all that stuff? The stuff you said?”

“No,” Trini says immediately. “I was just helping Jason.”

Kim quirks an eyebrow and takes one solid step forward. “You didn’t mean any of it?”

Trini shrugs and looks away. The trees in her yard are far more interesting.

“Jason…I told him, that first date when things got all weird, that I thought I knew the reason why it felt wrong…And he offered to talk to me about it just so I could…I don’t know, process I guess. I think I only said yes to him out of expectation. I think he only asked me out of expectation. We…We’re better as friends. We’d be a dating disaster.”

Trini wants to say that she’s pretty sure her and Kim are already off to a worse start.

“And I know why now,” Kim continues. “Because…Because I want all that stuff with you, too. Every part of it. You’re…You’re the one I want to be with, Trini. If you’ll have me.” When Trini doesn’t answer, she barrels on with defenses, with excuses. “I guess…It’s super fucked up, but Jason was trying to help, I think. I told him that I didn’t think you had a clue about this… thing… between us, and I think he wanted to help you realize it’s there, too.”

She smiles and Trini fights the urge to return it.

The whole thing is fucked up. And sure, Jason and her might have meant well by it–Zack and Billy, too, no doubt because they’d absolutely had to have been a part of this–but…

Kim takes another step forward and the toe of her shoe bumps into the bottom of the steps. “I didn’t know what he was doing until he came back in and…and he told me to listen and…Trini, I would never–”

“I know you wouldn’t,” Trini snaps, cutting her off. She knows how that sentence was going to end. “I’m gonna kick his ass. We don’t live in an episode of Friends. I thought…I thought I was never going to get a chance with you.”

Her fists are still clenched and she’s shaking and she can’t even really process her anger because she’s feeling too many things, holding them all in.

“You could have just talked to me about this. You didn’t need to go to a guy you just fucking went on a date with.”

“That’s bullshit, Trini!” Kim fires back, angry. “You…I thought you were either being a bitch about it or were just super naive. I thought it was obvious what was happening between us and you just…refused to acknowledge it. What was I supposed to think? I didn’t want to lose you!”

The words are harsh in the cool night air and Trini is certain right then that her and Kim might break each other apart a hundred times over before they ever start to fix each other back up.

“No more secrets between us if we’re going to do this, okay? I…I come to you and you come to me and that’s how it’s gotta work.”

Trini’s mind sticks to the if we’re gonna do this part, playing on an endless loop as she stands there.

“From now on, we talk to each other. Deal?” Kim says this with some degree of feeling Trini has never felt for herself.

She shakes her head. “Deal.”

They’re silent for a moment, but a different silence than that awkwardness during her and Jason’s not-date.

“Cards on the table–did you mean all of that? About wanting everything?” Kim asks. “Even the bad moments?”

Trini stares at her in disbelief for a moment and then smiles, tiny and afraid. She takes a step down, closer, hovering just by Kim and murmurs, “Of course I do, you idiot,” and Kim leans up, closer to Trini’s face, closer and closer until she’s all Trini can see and feel and know.

And her lips brush against Trini’s cheek, then jaw.

Trini’s arms come uncrossed and then her hands are on Kim’s shoulders, fingers tightened in her jacket and Kim presses those lips to her jaw one more time as Trini tugs her up, whispering, “Trini,” so quietly it nearly gets lost as Trini finally kisses her and lets her grip loosen.

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Zack’s, “Where’s my thank you?” gets him a punch in the gut right there in the middle of the hallway the next day at school. Billy gets a half-glare (because it’s impossible to be mad at him) and Jason gets the cold shoulder for half the day and a couple of well-timed, vulgar hand gestures when she catches him throwing his puppy dog eyes her way.

Kim gets three kisses before lunch and a couple of admonishing comments whenever Trini passes one of the boys in the hallway.

“Punish me, too,” Kim says. “I’m just as bad.”

She means it seriously, but too much time around Zack twists the comment in Trini’s head and she wiggles her eyebrows until Kim kisses her again, right against their shared locker.

At lunch that day, Jason slides a note over that just says, A wild apology appears! Jason uses SORRY I FUCKED UP.

She rolls her eyes at him, but it’s hard to stay mad when he so desperately needs a haircut–when the ends of his bangs are starting to curl by his eyes.

A couple minutes later, she steals his pre-packaged cookie and Kim is holding her hand under the table, so when he says, “It’s super effective!” she lets it slide.

It’s not ineffective .

.

She doesn’t really forgive Jason.

Tells him as such that next day at training and then sidesteps a putty so that he gets his ass handed to him on a silver platter.

“Yeah, I um…” he says later, with a bloody nose and one hand messing through his hair. “I guess I deserve that, huh? That was…really…”

Bad , Trini wants to finish.

Later, though, it’s hard to remember why she was ever angry in the first place when Kim has her pressed into her bedroom door once they get to her house, before it’s even fully closed. By that point Jason is nowhere even close to her thoughts.

(nothing regarding him really is, actually)

.

Still, though, it’s basically the worst way they could have ever gotten together.

One of them, anyway. But Trini figures it had to happen sometime.

And at least it didn’t start on a Thursday.

anonymous asked:

For the Kevin and Joaquin fanfiction could you do something about them just being romantic and cuddling and fluffy stuff like that??? It was an idea that I had but I'm a terrible writer

Tracings

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Read it on AO3

Here we have 1,004 words of pure fluff. You might get a cavity from how sweet this is.

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           “You’re such a cliché.” Kevin remarked softly. He followed Joaquin’s fingers trace the letters onto the back of his hand. They had been laying in Kevin’s bed for who knows how long. Probably too long. Joaquin should probably leave before Kevin’s dad got home.

           “Yeah, except lying in bed tracing ‘I love you’ on my boyfriend’s hand is actually the last thing people would expect from me. So it’s not a cliché if I do it.” Joaquin chuckled, bringing Kevin’s knuckles up to his mouth and kissing them. Kevin brought his hand away from Joaquin’s mouth and rested it on his neck. He rested his forehead on Joaquin’s, their lips brushing slightly.

           “You should probably leave before my dad shows up.” Kevin whispered, looking down at the other’s lips.

           “Yeah, I should.” Joaquin mumbled before leaning into the kiss. It was slow, but the love and fire were still there, hiding behind soft lips and gentle tongues. Kevin grinned into the kiss, his fingers wrapping into Joaquin’s long soft hair and tugging slightly.

           “Oh.” Joaquin exclaimed.

           “Like that?” Kevin smirked, tugging again. Joaquin bit back a moan.

           “I, uh, need a haircut.” He insisted, leaning into Kevin’s long fingers.

           “Don’t you dare.” Kevin pushed their lips together again, swallowing Joaquin’s response. They continued at a slow pace, fingers roaming and tongues gently colliding. Kevin was unsure how long they kissed for. Probably too long. He was unsure when Joaquin had moved from his mouth to his neck, biting and licking and sucking. What Kevin was sure of was that he would be hiding a hickey tomorrow.

           “Fuck,” Joaquin pulled away, admiring his work. “That’s hot.” Kevin scoffed.

           “No, it’s a headache. My dad isn’t completely oblivious, you do know that right?” He shook his head, sitting up a little so he could look down at Joaquin. He tried to glare, but the serpent’s lips were bruised, and his hair was a mess, and he was far too adorable with that smug grin.

           “You know you love it.”

           “Shut up.” Kevin swatted at him, but Joaquin caught his hand. He started to trace words onto it again.

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     “You are perfect.” Joaquin repeated what he had just traced as he stopped spelling and brought Kevin’s hand back to his mouth.

     “And you are a sap.” Kevin responded, but he was smiling.

     “Kev, I can’t remember the last time I was this happy. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I can’t believe it’s real. Can’t believe that someone as perfect as you fell for someone as broken as me.” Joaquin confessed, his eyes drifting to stare at his lap.  Kevin sat down again and used his free hand to lift Joaquin’s chin, making them eye to eye with each other.

     “Hey, hey, you are not broken. I’m not settling or coming done from my throne for you. You are beyond wonderful. You are perfect, and you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you.” Kevin leaned into kiss him again, but the sound of his father’s car entering the driveway stopped him. “Shit.”

     Joaquin jumped up, pulling his shoes on and quickly heading towards the window. “I love you too, Kev. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that, he was gone, and Kevin was alone in his room again. He sighed and stood up, heading downstairs to meet his dad at the door.

     “Hey Dad, how was work?” Kevin smiled as his dad entered the house.

     “Fine, stressful. Clifford Blossom is going to be the death of me. You know I never thought I’d say this, but I miss just having to deal with the serpents.” Sheriff Keller chuckled softly. “How was your day kid?”

     “Good. Archie played us a new song at lunch. He’s surprisingly not bad. And Veronica debuted the most fantastic pair of dark red Giuseppe Zanotti heels. Plus, I think that I might be able to convince Betty to wear her hair down for once, I’ve just got to play the ‘Jughead will like it’ card.”

     “Well that’s nice I suppose…” He trailed off. He wasn’t listening to Kevin at all. No, Sheriff Keller was completely focused on his son’s neck.

     Shit, shit, shit. Kevin thought, remembering the very visible hickey that Joaquin had left and turning away from his dad to go back to his room. “Yeah, it’s great. Well, I’ve got some homework to finish up, so I’m gonna go.”

    “Hold it right there, young man. What happened to your neck?”

     “My-my neck?” Kevin stopped momentarily, but quickly resumed his climb to his room. “I, uh, fell.”

   “You fell on your neck?” Sheriff Keller asked, amused.

    “Yup, you know, clumsy me.” Kevin walked into his room, quickly shutting the door. He walked to the mirror in his room and stared, wide-eyed, at the dark purple bruise above his left collar bone. “Fuck, Joaquin, what have you done?”

     “Hey Kev?” His dad’s voice carried into his room.

     “Yeah?” Kevin warily shouted back.

     “Just stay safe, okay?” Kevin’s jaw dropped, shocked and momentarily speechless. The silence was quickly broken however. Kevin groaned loudly and threw himself on his bed with a loud thump. He could feel his cheeks redden as his listened to his father chuckling downstairs.

     “I’m gonna kill that boy.” Kevin mumbled to himself, bringing his fingers up to his neck. “I’m going to kiss him, and then I’ll kill him.”


Hit me up if you have prompts, ideas, want to beta, or would like to be tagged in my future Kevin/Joaquin fanfics.

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A Father-Daughter Dance // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: family fluff, parent!phan

Words: 3.8k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: implied homophobia 

Summary: Izzy’s class is holding a Father-Daughter Dance. However, there’s a bit of an issue – Izzy has two dads.

A/N: Yes, I know it’s Mother’s Day here in America, but I really wanted to post a story today, so…yeah lol it’s what I had next to be posted, so…we’re just going to roll with it. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi! 28 and 36 with Merlin (Kingsman)? Thanks, I love your writing so much!

Oh definitely! I’ve been writing so much for Eggsy I was beginning to worry I’d never write for any other Kingsman characters. And thank you, I’m glad you like my writing :)

A Light Scratch (Merlin x Reader)

Summary: You come back from a mission looking a little worse for wear. Being the stubborn person you are, you try to make it seem less serious than it actually is. Merlin, being the smart person he is, makes you get some medical help.

Word Count: 1026

Prompts: 28: “Don’t be intimidated by my bloody and battered figure.” 36: “What would I do without you?” Taken from my prompt list here

Sorry if I butcher his accent. I’m honestly way too tired right now.


You prided yourself on being careful during missions, despite the fact that you really weren’t careful at all. Being injured or wounded was not your strong suit; thus, whenever you did happen to get injured, you had a tendency to pretend it “really wasn’t all that bad”.

Unfortunately, your most recent mission was one of the few that resulted with pretty serious injuries. Not that you’d actually admit their severity.

As you walked into Kingsman Headquarters, you glanced over the various cuts on your skin. Some of them looked a little deep but you figured that, with a few bandages, you’d be fine. However, when you went to go through a standard debriefing, Merlin seemed shocked by your disheveled appearance. 

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anonymous asked:

How many fucking times were you kicked out of class in hs that you want to make an entire post??? Also how????????

welllllllllll tbh i wasnt actually expecting anyone to read those tags but uh i see you missed this, this, and this so uhm it should surprise exactly no one i got kicked out of class a lot at any point in my life…. anyway sure i can run through a brief list of reasons why i got kicked out of class in high school

  1. talked my econ teacher into a trap where he, an ultra right wing republican, had to admit that it would be better for everyone if minimum wage was raised and taxes were increased on the rich and that basic necessities like fucking healthcare should be a right. this was after he spent two hours lecturing us on how people taking handouts was ruining the economy
  2. told my environmental science teacher he was more disgusting then the underside of the desks
  3. made a teacher cry out of frustration when i asked huh? one to many time
  4. sleeping. so much sleeping. my math teacher eventually gave up on me and let me just sleep
  5. when a kid asked if the teacher was going to take up homework i leaned over and snatched his paper and said there was no homework last night
  6. turned in an entire essay written in icing on a cake
  7. turned in every single project to my french teacher senior year as a cake
  8. i still dont get why she was pissed about that one cause hey free cake
  9. accidentally let my lab partner set the ceiling on fire
  10. told a teacher i wasnt going to be in class the next day because i was competing for the school and he told me “well then you don have to be in class now then do you?” so i said peace dude and left
  11. lead a revolt and marched out of my environmental science teachers classroom after he started talking shit - the rest of the class came with me
  12. made a kid cry when i got sick of her not shutting the fuck up during the lecture
  13. watched a fight break out, did nothing, did not alert the authorities, got kicked out anyways cause i was being useless
  14. texted a teacher to ask them to send a runner to get me out of a different class
  15. refused to do an assignment for my environmental science teacher. got told i needed to do it or i would have detention. got detention. didnt go to detention. got saturday work detail. didnt go to saturday work detail. got a month of saturday work detail. didnt go to that either. 
  16. when a teacher asked me why i had been absent all week i said “apparently i was dead” referencing a rumor at least three different people had told me about me that morning. 
  17. ………corrected my english teacher when she made a mistake talking about animal farm. which we weren’t suppose to have read yet. but i had already read everything on the school summer reading list for the entirely of high school by the end of sophomore year. she was pissed. this happened every time we started a new book
  18. this is not a complete list
  19. was tardy got sent to the office for a note came back with a note that said “student was late because: cows”

anonymous asked:

can you maybe write about how the Miracles' comfort their boyfriends (+ Aomine comforting Momoi if you feel like it--then again i guess there were iterations of that in the series already so maybe the reverse of that if you want?)? since D:M is more focused on the boyfriends supporting their Miracle, we never really got to see what it was like the other way around. how do the Miracles make their s/os feel better?

Takao has been in a bad mood all day, and Midorima doesn’t know what to do with that. He knows that Takao is in a bad mood, because he’s not laughing, or joking or teasing or doing any of the usual Takao things. Unlike other people in a bad mood, Takao doesn’t snap at others or show any open hostility, he’s just quiet, like he’s concentrating very intently on any task at hand. Midorima does not like the fact that he is quiet.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, early in the day.

“No,” Takao says. “What makes you think that?”

Midorima doesn’t respond, because he especially doesn’t like the fact that Takao is lying, but he doesn’t press the issue.

*

“What’s up with your boyfriend?” Miyaji asks during practice.

“He wouldn’t say,” Midorima says.

“Did you do something?” Miyaji asks suspiciously.

“I never do anything wrong,” Midorima says, with a haughtiness that he doesn’t quite feel. What if he did do something? Would he know? He’s never had a boyfriend before (he’s never even had a friend before) so he’s not sure how he would know if he did something wrong.

“If that’s your attitude, I’m not sure you’re going to have a boyfriend for very long,” Miyaji says.

*

After school, he shows up at Takao’s house unannounced, holding a cheeseburger.

“Here,” he says, placing the cheeseburger in Takao’s hands. “It is your lucky item for the day.”

“I know,” Takao says, confused, “I listen to the show in the morning. What are you doing here, Shin-chan?”

Midorima purses his lips, feeling stiff and awkward in the presence of someone he’s never felt awkward around before. “I wanted to see if you were feeling better.”

Takao tilts his head to the side. “I wasn’t feeling bad.”

“Then, I’m here to help you study.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say no to that,” Takao says, smiling slightly, “Let me copy your English homework.”

“No.”

*

“My dad called,” Takao says, halfway through their English homework. He doesn’t even look up from his worksheet.

There is a very long silence as Midorima wages a war within himself. He wants to say something, but he wants to say the right thing, and he’s not sure what that is. He knows Takao doesn’t like talking about his father, so he’s pretty sure he’s not supposed to press for details. And he’s not sure if he could provide comfort, because it’s not something he could even understand.

“I wish he wouldn’t,” Takao says, sounding angry. It’s so unsettling, Midorima’s not sure he’s ever heard Takao be angry before. “If he’s going to be an asshole he should just remain an absentee one. I wish I never had to hear from him again.”

There’s a small part of Midorima that wants to say, I could make that happen for you. I could make it so he never bothers you or makes you angry or makes you sad ever again. I know how to do it, I’m very good at it. There’s a small part of him that even wants to do this for Takao, because it’s something he knows he can do.

But he’s also aware that it’s probably not what Takao needs to hear.

*

He’s not entirely sure what he should be doing, so he’s not looking at Takao at all when he reaches out and grabs his hand. He’s not looking at Takao when he says, “He’s not important. He doesn’t deserve you.” He’s looking very firmly at his homework even as he holds Takao’s hand. There’s more he wants to say, but Takao abruptly flings himself on Midorima, pushing him down as he wraps his arms around him.

“Oh, Shin-chan, you’re such an adorable tsundere! My boyfriend is the cutest boyfriend in the world!”

“Stop that!” Midorima says, although he doesn’t push Takao away. He has his arms around Takao like he’s afraid Takao might disappear forever if he lets go. “I’m not cute.

“You are, though,” Takao says, laying down on Midorima. He sighs. “I’m very lucky.”

Which isn’t true at all, Midorima thinks. Of the two of them, Midorima has been far more fortunate.

*

“So am I supposed to eat this or just hold it for the rest of the day?” Takao says, still resting his head on Midorima and holding out the cheeseburger.

“I’ve never been certain,” Midorima confesses. “When it’s a food item, I usually hold onto it, as long as it’s not perishable.”

“Eh, I’m eating it, the luck will stay with me then,” Takao says, biting it and then grinning, “At least for a little while, anyway, before I—”

“Don’t be vulgar, Takao,” Midorima snaps. When Takao laughs and continues eating his burger, something in Midorima finally relaxes.



A/N: I am so, so sorry it has taken so long to get to this prompt! I am very sorry, anon-friend, it was a truly lovely prompt, but it was one of those ones that would have been too long, if I tried to do all of the Miracles. (Even got longish just from properly doing the one pairing). I promised a MidoTaka short for @fujoshi1827, so I felt like this would be a good fit. I hope you both enjoyed!

anonymous asked:

I saw a soulmate au a couple days ago (no idea who made it or I would credit them) and in it a person has a sleeve of tattoos that show their soulmate's interests overtime. I read one where the reader was Peter's soulmate and (obviously) had a sleeve full of spider webs and Spider-Man related things. But I was wondering what would happen if both Peter and the reader where heros? (Maybe the reader has lightning powers or something?) GOD this is so long I'm sorry :) xoxo love u

long messages are the best because you can include all the details!! this is so fucking adorable but i changed it a lil bit (i hope you don’t mind!!) & soRRY FOR JUST DOING HEADCANONS I’M REALLY LOADED ON REQUESTS RN 

  • okay so everyone knows that you sleeve of tattoo’s you have is all about your soulmate
  • interests, keypoints in their life, hobbies, reminders 
  • + if they write on their arm, the other soulmate can see it 
  • so its everything 
  • it’s kinda an intimate thing though so unless you’ve found your soulmate, you’re supposed to keep it covered 
  • now yours?? 
  • it’s clear whoever your soulmate is a goddamn NERD
  • you have math formulas, star wars AT-AT’s walkers, a note to get groceries from aunt may, so much shit
  • & best of all 
  • spider-man 
  • clearly spider-man is a big as role-model for this guy 
  • along with a little bit of iron man 
  • but seriously!!
  • there is so much stuff about spidey it confuses you 
  • webs, pictures, just spidey 
  • and peter’s tattoo’s?? 
  • he just adores them! 
  • it’s got reminders to do homework (he’s in love with your handwriting), a bit about dogs & cats, the general family tattoo 
  • and then 
  • a huge piece dedicated to queen’s newest crime fighter
  • they haven’t got an official superhero name but peter’s heard (and seen) the fucking magnificent abilities they have
  • but whoever his soulmate is, really likes them 
  • because he’s got fuck tons of the tiny little lightning bolts among his tattoos
  • but you two meet in the cutest way 
  • like until sophomore year you never had any classes with peter 
  • and when you’re partnered together for like an algebra and
  • hey wait a minute i know that handwriting 
  • but ghdskdjakgd  you nerds still didn’t figure out each other’s hero identity for like another 5 months 
  • you’d literally been dating for 3 of those 5 anD STILL DIDN’T KNOW
  • until like one day during battle 
  • oh nO SPIDEY MASK HAS BEEN REMOVED
  • peter!?” 
  • you ripped off your mask in utter surprise 
  • how do you?– y/N WHAT THE HELL
  • lets just say you had a very long conversation after that
  • peter had a bizillion questions about your abilities as you did to him
  • but now you’re a crime fighting couple
  • like talk about power couple amirite
hs au (part six)

(part one)(part two)(part three)(part four)(part five)(read on ao3)

That weekend, Andrew realizes that he might actually be able to attend college.

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📽🚗❤️😙👨‍❤️‍👨

Dean had gotten a job at the little dive-in movie theater that was on the edge of town. Dad had left them with a little bit of money but Sam needed new shoes for soccer (the kid was growing like a weed) and well, Dean liked having a little extra cash in his pocket. Just in case.

So he worked in the ticket booth, handing out the speakers, telling the patrons that they had to turn their car off when they got parked, taking a count of the number of people that showed up for the night. Then after that, he was supposed to work the concession stand and close up for the night when the movie was over and everyone was gone.

Sam went to the drive-in every night after school, it was better than having to stay in the small motel room and Dean always managed to snag him a coke and some candy out of the concession stand. Sam sat at one of the picnic tables that were reserved for the walk-ins, the ones that came without a car, but there were rarely anybody that sat there. They all had friends that they came with and if they weren’t there, then they made friends with someone.

His homework was sprawled out across the table, the tip of the pencil in between his lips as he tried to work through his calculus homework that was due the next day. He used the light from the movie to help him see. It was easy to tune out the sound, only focus on the work that was in front of him. He’s had to do it for years, tuning out the screaming and shouting that erupted from the neighboring motel rooms.

He jumped and nearly dropped the pencil when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder and a mouth right next to his ear. “What kind of nerd brings his math homework with him to the movies?”

Sam was prepared to fight if he had to. Break a nose or two. It wouldn’t be the first time that some jock from school bullied him into doing their homework but then the hand disappeared and the voice turned into a fit of laughter as someone sat down next to him.

“Relax Sammy, it’s only me.” Dean laughed as he leaned into his brother, a coke in his hand. He offered it over to Sam which Sam denied on principal alone.

“That’s not funny, Dean.” Sam muttered as he elbowed Dean in the gut and was rewarded with the satisfying sound of him grunting in pain. “You know that just a couple days ago those guys from school said the same thing.”

Dean only laughed again, throwing his arm around Sam’s shoulder which Sam tried to shrug off but Dean held on tight. “Yeah but they didn’t do anything cause they knew that I was around. They wouldn’t dare do anything to you.”

“But they’re not scared of you. When they came over, they asked me where my fag boyfriend was. They said that they were going to teach you, as well as me, a lesson.” Sam muttered, purposely not looking at Dean.

Dad had dropped them off before school had started and then left on a hunt before he could enroll them in school which meant that Dean was responsible for it. And according to the school records, they weren’t related. They were two boys who traveled together in that black car. It meant that they were able to hold hands in public, which Dean took every opportunity to do, but it also meant that they were constantly open to all kinds of ridicule.

“Yeah, was that before or after I broke that dude’s nose?” Sam could hear the smirk in his voice, like he already knew the answer, which he did.

“Before.” Sam muttered.

“And he hasn’t said anything else to you has he? Hell, no one has said anything to you since, have they?”

“No.”

“That’s right because they know better than to mess you with.” Dean pulled Sam in even closer, pressing his lips to Sam’s temple. “As long as I’m around, nothing bad is going to happen to you, Sammy.”

It's an 'Effed Up World (A Boyf Riends Zombie AU Fic I Never Finished)

When Jeremy thought life was easier with video games. He didn’t mean this.

It was sophomore year and Jeremy was not really looking forward to it. He realized that last year in freshman year that Being ignored, tormented, and having little no one talking to younger kinda sucked. The chances of this year being better were close to none.

So, when the school had a sudden lock down on the first day, Jeremy knew something wasn’t right. This kind of stuff never happened in New Jersey of all places. Some of the teachers were acting really afraid, closing all the doors and shutting the blinds on the windows. So unless this is some big pranked drill, Jeremy had a reason to worry.

Jeremy had no idea what was going on. He couldn’t ask anyone without receiving a look of disgust of that he had the thought of ever speaking to someone higher on the Social Ladder. So using his crappy old iPhone 4 and after some debating went to Twitter. The fastest and easiest way for others to freak out on social media.

Jeremy mainly used the app to keep track of his favorite game developers and some movie actors and directors. So he when he went to the “top trends” section and couldn’t believe his eyes when it read the top results.

#endoftheworld

#theapocalypse 

#runforurlives

#ZOMBIES

Zombies? In real life? In New Jersey? Jeremy almost couldn’t believe it, it was almost like some sick joke. Tweet after tweet. It was so… unreal. The pictures of the creatures were terrifying. Completely unlike anything Jeremy would’ve imagined. The rotten bodies oozed of darkening skin and the red of blood covering the bodies.

They didn’t even look human anymore.

Jeremy looked up to see students chatting away about what could possibly be going on, completely oblivious. The people on their phones were probably just texting friends in other classes. His homeroom teacher on the class phone, talking quietly to possibly other teachers but the look of the teacher’s face showed fear that made Jeremy want to throw up.

It just so happened that Jeremy’s normal seat was right next to that closed blinded window. Jeremy knew that they probably closed it for multiple reasons. Like somehow thinking that the zombies would just go away if it looked like no one was home. It also could be so if a student saw one they wouldn’t freak out and thus having the whole student body freak out. As much as it would’ve been a classic that the freak of the school would’ve freaked out. But Jeremy had some actual common sense, he did have to know though if there was any out there. Then he could come up with his next choice of action. He slowly lifted his fingers between the cheap white blind, taking a deep breath to brace himself.

Jeremy was relieved and almost confused that he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary outside the school. That meant they had time. But why the heck are they keeping all the students here? Based on the urgency and closed doors, shut blinds, and nervous teachers. They had to be some-what close. They couldn’t hide in the building forever. Staying in one place is game over.

They should be moving. If the zombies somehow got in the school, or if they tried to get out of the school later. Then they would all be taken over. Surrounded. All it could take was one tiny mistake. One that, for once in his life, Jeremy hoped he wouldn’t make.

He had to get out.

Finally Jeremy knew how something worked through and through. His many hours spent of Apocalypse of the Damned (and all of its sequels and reboots and spin-off and etc..) had prepared him for this moment. The amount of hours could be kinda of embarrassing to any healthy human being, but now it’s going to help him survive.

It all started right now.

Jeremy stood up from his seat, causing a few heads turning his direction but he paid no mind to them. He knew he needed to leave. If he stayed, that would lead to the zombies finding him (most likely the weakest in the whole student body) immediately. Sure, that could also mean the other students in the school as well. The many kids who would sneer at him, make fun of him, talk about him. He couldn’t take the whole school with him. He shouldn’t care about the people who wouldn’t care about him. As he crossed the room to the door he made no eye contact with any of his classmates.

Sometimes in order to survive, you have to make sacrifices.

He finally made it to the door and was glad that the doors were so cheap that they were only locked inside in. He put his hand on the knob about to turn and walk out of there until he heard a voice call out to him which made Jeremy froze.

“Mr. Heere. Where do you think you’re going?” His teacher asked, you couldn’t even tell the shakiness in there voice unless you were looking for it.

Jeremy turned to face his teacher, still keeping his hand on the knob. He could feel all eyes on him now. Suddenly, the weight and guilt of what he was doing hit him. And he had no way to explain it.

“I-I'm… going to use the restroom.” Jeremy said, nervously looking at his teacher. Was he still going to do this? Walk out and face the world that could now be filled with zombies? Could he even do this?

“We are on lockdown Mr. Heere. Can you really not hold it?” The teacher asked, they tried to sound annoyed, like how a normal everyday teacher should. Yet, with Jeremy having direct eye contact (for once) with them. He could see the fear in their eyes.

This was the moment of truth. He could stay, and see what the teachers or police had planned for him. That could likely get him killed if they did it wrong. Or he could get out, and change his entire life forever. and run. Become the cliche “hero” in his video games and use his skills to live and kill zombies. Which, in theory, sounded better than anything else in his life. But could still get him killed.

For Jeremy, it was easy for him to make his decision.

“No. I can’t.” Jeremy tried to say firmly, he looked at the teacher with as much determination as he could. He resisted looking at any of the other students who were staring at him. Then before the teacher said anything else, Jeremy opened the door and left. Never looking back.

Jeremy had lost count of the days or was it weeks? After leaving the high school without too much trouble (though he maybe saw something in the corner of his eye, but he ran just in case). He ran into the abandon forest that he remembered his mother taking him to once or twice.

He knew he needed the resources: food, water, a place to sleep, and a weapon to keep him safe. Luckily, Jeremy had brought his backpack with him. Which did have the lunch he was supposed to eat that day which Jeremy had only been eating a little bit at a time since he couldn’t identify if the berries around him were safe to eat. Jeremy always walked close to the river. Not too close that he was in the open, but close enough to easily access water when needed. Jeremy had kept some of his homework and such to make a fire out of. But he didn’t have a lighter. Which made that… useless. And a slightly big stick that he could use as a weapon. Though, it wasn’t even thicker than his arm, which couldn’t be the greatest idea. But it’s better than nothing Jeremy assumed.

Other than that, Jeremy thought he was doing pretty good.

Jeremy didn’t like to use his phone, he didn’t have much cell service or any way to charge it deep in the forest. So he could only check to see where he was going every once in a while. He had considered calling his dad, to see if he was alive. But something held Jeremy back. Maybe it was the fact that Jeremy couldn’t face the truth if that wasn’t the case. Jeremy didn’t know if his dad was alive or not. And sometimes, not knowing is better.

And his mom…

He’d rather not think about that.

It had been at least two weeks, and Jeremy had ran out of food the night before. But he kept walking. Heading north, he figured that maybe that if he crossed the border to Canada, or if there was any shelter or a way to get on a plane…

It’s a work in progress.

But as Jeremy was somewhat planning and thinking in his head wasn’t expecting two- no three of the monsters to suddenly be there. Jeremy was stiff, it was the first time he had ever actually seen them. It was terrifying.

He knew what he had to do, he had to run. He had no gun, thus no way of killing them or doing any significant damage.

Man, maybe he wasn’t doing as well as he thought.

The monsters got closer and closer and as Jeremy was about to turn around and run. Run to where? He didn’t know. Home? Around them? Up a tree and wait? But as he was turning around to break for it, his eyes widen. It was there.

Right there behind him. So quiet that he didn’t even notice. If he had started running, he would’ve ran straight into it without thinking. It was so close now that Jeremy couldn’t help but take in every feature. No matter how terrifying it was.

There was very very faint bone structure that could make up to be a face. But it was dark shadow that took up the whole body; and the white glassy eyes were twice the size of a human that made you think otherwise. Not to mention the splatters of blood that seemed to be dry and stick to the face as well as all over his body (mostly the chest and hands). It’s hard to tell if this was the blood was theirs or a victim’s.

Or if it would soon be his.

It suddenly occurred to Jeremy that he didn’t know how the zombies would infect you. Sure, the most video games, movies, and tv shows would say that they had to bite you. But this is the real world. Maybe they could just touch you (could they be that deadly?), eat your brain, or tear you to shreds.

Jeremy gripped the stick he had. He had to use it. Push back the zombie. Hit the zombie. Distract the zombie. Hurt the zombie. Run from the zombie. The zombie. Zombie.

Zombie.

The zombie seemed to be looking at him, finally noticing him it seemed, then looked like it was grinning. Eyes having a slight gleam of pride that humans could have, and showing off the new teeth that seemed jagged and sharp. The mouth seemed to be twice the normal size of a normal human.

That could be used to bite him.

Or eat him.

Both seemed possible.

Jeremy then realized he was surrounded. The three behind him probably about two feet away by now and the one almost at arms reach in front of him. The stick he had was completely useless.

Oh god… he was gonna die.

It hits Jeremy like a sack of bricks. This wasn’t some video game or in super cool VR experience, he wasn’t in his room playing the game. Sitting on one of his comfy beanbags surrounded by junk food while his homework remained forgotten. He didn’t have multiple lives. He had one. And if he lost it, he wouldn’t just see a black screen that said “Game Over” and ask for him to try again. No. He could die, and who the hell knows what happens after that now.

All this time, Jeremy had been thinking like it was just a game. With not bringing anyone with him, thinking that it would be easier that way: with not bothering with looking for food (relying too heavily on his own small supply), Not making a weapon (thinking that he wouldn’t need it), Not learning how to make a fire (thinking he wouldn’t die in the middle of the night). He ignore it all. As if it didn’t count for anything. As if it were all just a game.

Life isn’t a video game though.

They were so close now. It might only take one touch. Or bite. Or destroying him bit by bit. But either way, whe was done for. Jeremy kinda wished that he didn’t leave his school. That he hadn’t decided to make this into some sort of dream video game life with him being the hero.

Maybe this was just karma. He was supposed to die with, probably, the rest of his classmates weeks ago. It was all just catching up to him. Looking deep into the almost white transparent eyes that we’re getting closer. He knew.

He deserved this.

Until a loud and familiar shot of a gun almost burst his ear drums. Then again. And again. Jeremy turned to see all three of the zombies behind him fall one by one. Perfect shots.

Jeremy turned to sound of a gun re-loading to see a guy who looked to be about his age. Holding a gun so naturally in his hand, the dark chocolate of eyes holding a focus that Jeremy had never seen before. The hand holding the gun barely shook as he transferred his gun to aim once again and shot.

Jeremy followed the bullet as it pierced through the head of the zombie in front of him that just so to have happened to reach for him. He embarrassingly squeaked and jumped away and watched as it stopped moving and fell to it’s side. No longer moving.

That was unexpected.

Jeremy looked back to the stranger that saved his life. Who stood frozen, still staring focusing and aiming at the air of where the zombie once was. The stranger took deep breathes and Jeremy then could take in the sight of the slightly dirty red hoodie that held familiar and unfamiliar patches alike in sight. White headphones draped around his ears, that maybe if Jeremy listened closer he can hear the music that might be playing. And the almost perfect in condition glasses that framed the stranger’s eyes perfectly.

Suddenly the focus of the stranger’s eyes focused on him. Drank him in. For a second based on the intensity of his stare, Jeremy could’ve thought that he would aim the gun at him. But then he blinked, his eyes relaxing but still guarded. But his straight posture seemed to slip away. Now holding and fiddling with gun nervously. Jeremy watched as he put of the safety on sliding it carefully into on of the pockets of his hoodie.

They were both staring at each other for about a minute when Jeremy suddenly thought that he should maybe say something. Maybe a “thank you for saving me life”?

But being the social outcast meant he rarely spoke to anyone expect maybe his dad. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the person who just saved his life (though by his reaction of a zombie being shot in front of him may have already done that). But by the look of things, the other guy seemed nervous too. Fiddling with the chord that connected his headphones and biting his lip nervously. He then slowly and carefully lifted the headphones off his ears and draped them around his neck.

“I uh.” Jeremy shuttered at the awkwardness of his voice. The stranger seemed to perk up or maybe tense but Jeremy couldn’t keep eye contact, but he instead (for some reason) focused on the strangers arms that the red hoodie only slightly covered. And said the first thing that came to his mind.

“Nice tattoo.”

Decorating the man’s right arm was a pacman tattoo, such a classic. The familiar mascot with his mouth open wide, about to eat the three dots that traveled down the stranger’s arm. It was big and noticeable, but the stranger still looked at his arm as if to remind himself that it was there. Before shoving his sleeves back down to his wrist, which made Jeremy almost regret bringing it up.

“Um… thanks.” The stranger grew slightly red in the cheeks. Which Jeremy thought was kinda cute. His voice seemed to have a bit of an accent in it. But Jeremy couldn’t recognize it.

“Which way are you headed?” The stranger asked. He tilted his head curiously. And although he was staring as intensely as before. He could still feel like he was being analyzed.

“I… I was heading north.” Jeremy said sheepishly. Jeremy flinched as the stranger’s expression immediately changed to horror.

“That’s suicide man!” The stranger practically yelled, surprising Jeremy. His eyes blown and now struck with fear. “New York has already been almost taken over completely. Boston too.” He said.

Jeremy tensed, he was right. He would’ve died if he went with his original plan. Jeremy couldn’t help it, he laughed.

The stranger then seemed drawn back (and maybe a little weirded out), A-are you okay?“ He asked.

Jeremy fell on his knees, hands covering his face. He could feel tears coming to his face as his laughs turned into sobs. Man he was so pathetic. Crying in front of the guy who saved his life surrounded by dead zombies.

He then just let words tumble out of his mouth, “I thought it was just a game, it all feels like a game. But anyone I probably ever cared about is maybe dead. I wish this was just a video game then I wouldn’t die like an idiot and regret it.”

He then felt a hand on his shoulder, Jeremy flinched as he looked up to see the stranger. Now that he was closer, he could see the kindness that his eyes had. The stranger instantly pulled his hand back.

“Dude, do you need food or something?” The stranger asked, twiddling his thumbs like he had no idea what to do with them.

Jeremy was about to answer, but then his stomach let out a small growl which made the stranger give a breathy laugh. Jeremy flushed, at his embarrassment or the pretty laugh, he wasn’t sure.

“Lets get you something to eat. I think there’s a 7/11 just a half mile back.” He said.

The walk was mostly filled with silence. But the stranger lead them easily to a 7/11. It was a mess inside, but it looked abandoned.

He must’ve been drinking a lot like some crazy person because the stranger said, “Were you drinking from the river or something?” With a grin stretching his face.

“Kinda.” Jeremy responded with a gasp as he drew back from his drink looked to the stranger, who was getting a slushee giving Jeremy a concerned look. “When I noticed that it wasn’t fresh I only drank when I absolutely needed to. But I guess that’s a good thing. Because if I drank more, I would’ve gotten to New York and just been mauled.”

“Where are you from?” The stranger asked.

“Jersey.” Jeremy said, snatching a water bottle and filling it with the water.

“Is it bad?” The stranger asked, Jeremy shrugged. He didn’t really see any zombies when he left but based on the lockdown… apparently the stranger was good at reading people and could tell what Jeremy was suggesting.

“Damn it, that’s where I was headed.” The stranger grumbled.

“I guess it was a good thing we ran into each other then.” Jeremy said with a laugh (how long has it been since he laughed?).

“Yeah, I guess. But I still don’t get why you would head north.” The stranger said with a smirk, Jeremy felt his face go red. By how cute the smirk was or by embarrassment, he wasn’t sure.

“I don’t know…” Jeremy sighed, taking a sip of his slushee, “I thought maybe if I crossed into Canada I would be safe.”


“This is a sickness, not a president.” The stranger said, Jeremy spat out the drink laughing. Causing the stranger to burst too, both of them howling with laughter.

“Good one.” Jeremy said a few minutes later while wiping his chin from his slippage.

“Thanks.”

“So… why were you heading south?” Jeremy asked.

“I thought I could get down to Mexico, I figured that if I went somewhere not really populated and really hot…” The stranger trailed off. Wow, that was much better than whatever the hell Jeremy was doing. But for some reason for as good as the idea was, it didn’t sound original.

“That… idea sounds familiar.” Jeremy voiced in thought.

The stranger scoffed, “So does yours.”

Jeremy did a double take. How was his idea not original? It seemed logical. Until he really thought about it. And Jeremy wanted to explode with the now known knowledge of how much of an idiot he was.

“No way.” Jeremy smacked his forehead, “I used the plan for AOTD 2 the 2nd remake didn’t I?” Jeremy said in so much regret, it sounded painful.

“The hardest route on the Xbox 360. The worst of the worst.” The stranger laughed again. Which did make Jeremy’s cheeks flush a little.

“God, no wonder. You used Return of the Zombie… 1st remake?” Jeremy asked.

“For…?”

“DS.”

“Correctamondo my man. I’m impressed.” He gave a smile that made Jeremy a little weak in the knees.

“I do my best.” Jeremy smiled back. He turned to fill his bag with food as he thought about his less than successful experience. “I thought… if I just treated this as if I was playing the game…”

“That’d it would be easier?”

“Well… yeah. But instead, I was careless. Somehow thinking that I didn’t need to try. That I could just start over.” Jeremy said sadly adding more than a couple of packets of gum to his bag.

“Hey, its… alright.” The stranger looked like he was going to put a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder but thought better of it. “Sometimes thinking that you’re in a video game is better than realizing all this is real.” He sounded like he spoke from experience, but Jeremy decided not to ask.

Jeremy sighed, “Yeah, but I chose the hardest route on the worst and hardest game in the series. How the hell am I gonna do this?” Jeremy admitted as he went cash register and grabbing lighters. The stranger than looked nervous which confused Jeremy. He checked the door to see if there were zombies in the distance.

“Well… have you ever played Two Player Mode?” Jeremy heard him asked hesitantly.

Jeremy turned back to the lighters and shrugged, running his hand through his greasy hair. “No… I’m a bit of a loser so I don’t have any friends… I’ve always heard the multi-player was easy though, even in that 2nd remake.” Jeremy confessed.

“Well… wanna make this messed up world a two player game?” Jeremy turned to see the stranger holding his hand out. His slushee in his other hand. He looked down at Jeremy with a smile. But the nervousness with worry that he wouldn’t accept was in the corners of his lips.

“Me? You sure? You seemed to be doing great without someone to drag along.” Jeremy said remembering the way that the stranger easily head-shotted the zombies.

“Well, maybe that is true. But, that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t feel great being alone though.” He smirked. “Besides, based on your AOTD expertise, you won’t be too much weight.”

Jeremy chuckled, he really felt like he didn’t need to think about it this time. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.

“Alright, it’s a deal.” Jeremy grabbed his hand firmly. “I’m Jeremy Heere.”

“Michael Mell. I call being player 1!”

“No way!”

As it turned out, meeting Michael was the biggest miracle Jeremy could hope for.

Jeremy didn’t really consider the loneliness before. But it was nice to have someone to talk to. Michael was an interesting person, he seemed to never be afraid of anything. He even easily taught Jeremy how to shoot a real gun.

(“How did you learn how to shoot a real gun?” Jeremy asked, they had just been able to bypass a group of about 15 of them. No killing involved, but Jeremy was interested in his new friend of about a week.

Michael froze, a lot of expressions ranging from fear to horror flashing on his face. But he quickly regained himself and let out a weak laugh. “I just… guessed, based on what I learned from video games. It’s easy. I’ll show you.”

It also helped that Michael and him had a lot in common. Video games mostly. Games that Jeremy though that no one else knew, Michael had played it.

(“Did you ever play the Dream Daddy Simulator?” Jeremy asked. It had been a month and Jeremy felt a little home-sick after seeing a GameStop about the same as the one back home.

“Play it? I pre-ordered it once I heard about it!! Best dating sim. Ever.” Michael declared.

“And you’ve played others?” Jeremy asked with a raised brow.

“Have you?” Michael asked with a cocky raised brow.

Jeremy shrunk in on himself, “…Maybe.”

“My god, Jeremy.” Michael laughed, “I never took you for that type.”

“Shut up! No I’m not.” Jeremy flushed, “I’ve just… played a few in my spare time. Survivor games are always my number one choice. But… I heard the Game Grumps made it?” Jeremy said. “I didn’t get a chance to buy it before…”

“Yeah! It’s awesome. It’s nice to have a serious gay dating simulator.” Michael cut Jeremy off before the “Mat is best dad. Definitely would fuck him.”

“Wait, are you gay?” Jeremy asked.

Michael gave a pointed look at Jeremy, before tapping his shoulder which low and behold, on his hoodie held a pride flag patch. Along two others that Jeremy could tell were countries, but he didn’t know which ones.

“Oh.” Jeremy said. Jeremy then noticed how his tone might have came across bad as Michael then narrowed his eyes and looked away.

“If you’re not okay with it-”

“Wait! No, no way. It’s cool. I’m not… homophobic or anything.” Jeremy said, putting a hand on Michael’s arm. Michael looked at him, almost flinching at the bit of tiny physical contact.

“…Really?” Michael seemed unsure.

“Yeah dude, you doubt me?” Jeremy smiled, and before debating long, he added. “I’m bi, or pan, or something. Whatever it is, I ain’t straight either.” Jeremy let out a small chuckle, but to be honest, that was the first time Jeremy had ever told anyone. Although he started questioning way back with the heart flop that was Jake Dillinger, he never took the time to sort it out or tell his dad.

“Cool, I’m not… biophobic or panphobic or anything. So, I guess we’re good.” Michael said with a small smile. Jeremy liked how the smile fit his face perfectly and smiled back.)

Michael was still a mystery, never brought up a lot topics of his life before… this. And Jeremy never pushed him. There were things Jeremy didn’t want to talk about either. But he had a feeling that Michael could read him like an open book.

(“Dude.”

“Yeah?” Jeremy nearly jumped as he looked up to Michael, he had started to get nightmares and hadn’t been sleeping very well lately.

“It's… gonna be okay.” Michael placed a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder. Those words didn’t really help. But the comforting look in Michael’s eyes filled Jeremy up with the feeling of comfort that Michael tried to convey.

“Is it?” Jeremy couldn’t help but ask hopelessly. Was this ever going to end? Wasn’t he just gonna fight zombies for the rest of his life? Or until he fails or gives up?

“At least for today it is. Because we are stopping here for the night.” Michael said firmly dropping his bag for emphasis.

“What?!” Jeremy couldn’t help but squak. They’ve barely even gone a full 2 miles! “But we’ve barely moved. We are already going the long way. We should-”

“Rest.” Michael insisted.

“But-”

“Rest.”

“Michael-”

“Jeremiah.”

Jeremy stopped and flushed at the mention of his full name. That somehow sounded nicer off of Michael’s tongue than anyone else’s. Michael was giving him a worried look that made Jeremy feel guilty for giving him.

“Wh-what are you, my dad or something?” Jeremy stumbled over trying to tease back from the horrible tension and embarrassment, his words like a middle schooler (god he was pathetic).

“Well… I’m someone who worries about you. If that counts.” Michael shrugged, Jeremy let himself soften.

“Yeah, I guess that does.” Jeremy sighed happily with a grateful smile.

‘It’s more than my mom ever did.’ Jeremy couldn’t help but think to himself.

“Hey.”

Michael suddenly right in front of him and had his hands on his shoulders. The first time that he had ever touched Jeremy voluntarily since the beginning of their friendship. Jeremy felt himself tense in unfamiliarity, but instantly relaxed under the comfort and warmth that Michael could somehow portray effortlessly into his hands.

“Get out of your own head Jer.” Michael said, with a patient smile.

“Jer?” He questioned, his head tilting in slight confusion.

“Don’t change the subject, if you don’t like it-”

“No, I really like it. Nicknames are cool.”

“Great, but that’s not the point.” Michael said seriously that, now that Jeremy knew Michael, didn’t really suit him.

“It’s not?” Jeremy asked in a teasing tone. Michael’s composer easily fell as he let out a chuckle which made Jeremy smile.

“Don’t think you are gonna get away with this Heere.” Michael tried to say seriously, but the smile on his face betrayed him. It was a smile that Jeremy wouldn’t mind staring at for awhile.

“Did you seriously just make a pun with my last name?” Jeremy asked unimpressed.

“Mayyyyyyybe.” Michael dragged.

“Jesus Christ.” Jeremy groaned.

Michael then looked confused, “I thought you were Jewish.”

“Kinda, but emphasize on ‘were’.” Jeremy shrugged. His mom was super religious, but Jeremy himself didn’t really care. Nor did his dad. So when she left them, they just stopped going.

Michael let out a laugh, full and bright. But Jeremy didn’t understand and just stared blankly back.

“And here I was, avoiding getting meat thinking you wouldn’t eat it.” Michael finally admitted.

“Seriously!?” Jeremy exclaimed.

The topic was long forgotten, but Jeremy did end up feeling better.)

But they did decided to go with most of Michael’s idea. But they would head west first. Then head down to Mexico.

(“It would be cool if we could go to the Philippines.” Michael said one night during dinner.

“Yeah?” Jeremy asked curiously, mouth full of food.

“Yeah, I know Spanish. But Tagalog comes easier and I used to go there a lot as a kid.” Michael confessed.

Jeremy peeked at this, this is the most Michael had ever revealed about himself. “Is it nice there?” Jeremy asked cautiously, not wanting to mess this up.

“I don’t have much memory of it. But from what I remember, yeah.” Michael said, wistfully as if thinking back on a nice dream.

“Well… if we have a chance to go… I think we should take it.” Jeremy said.

“Really?” Michael asked, hope swimming on his face.

“Yeah. Fleeing here and starting up a peaceful life in a new country sounds good to me.” Jeremy said, turning to back to skies above. It really would be nice. Especially if there weren’t any zombies, and especially if Michael was there.

“Well, it won’t be that simple.” Michael said, he was grinning Jeremy could tell, “You’ll have to learn Tagalog.”

“C'mon how hard can it be?” Jeremy scoffed.

“Harder than you think, ganda.”

“What does that mean?” Jeremy asked. Jeremy then felt a hand on his, but when he turned, Michael was looking at the clear night sky in front of them. His hand was warm and Jeremy let Michael intertwine their fingers with a smile.

“Guess you’ll have to learn Tagalog to find out.”)

But Jeremy knew that they weren’t perfect. No one was. Especially two emotionally charged teenagers in the middle of the apocalypse.

They had not been having luck this week.

They haven’t seen a 7/11 or any other kind of store in ages. Meaning there was no way to get Jeremy’s quickly dying iPhone charged. Not that it mattered since they were in the middle of nowhere with no service.

But they did have their bags stuffed with food anyway. So that will last them a couple of days. But it might be more than that since the longer and longer they went, Michael ate less and less.

Now, Jeremy still didn’t know a lot about Michael. But he knew he

(And yeah, this is where it stops. I really did have an idea for how it was going to end. But I really didn’t know how to get it from here to there. Maybe if I get some ideas I’ll continue but for now… idfk.)

anonymous asked:

Can you do #4 in the 100 ways to say I love you

4: “Come here. Let me fix it.”

Once Dex gets started on a problem set, it takes a lot to tear him away. So far, only three matters of life and death have forced him to leave his desk for more than two minutes: once when Betsy broke while a pie was baking, then again when Nursey fell down the stairs (“BRO, I THINK YOUR D-MAN JUST BROKE EVERY BONE IN HIS BODY,“ “HOLTZY, I’M A DOCTOR, HE'S FINE!”), and again when it rained and the window frames all swelled up and nobody could get to the Reading Room.

Priorities, that’s the word. Dex only leaves his desk for his priorities.

That’s what he tells himself, at least, and generally it seems to work.

Except lately, he’s been getting distracted by other things - things that, until they became “official” a little while ago, were definitely not priorities.

Now, when Nursey begged him to take a break and go with him to Annie’s, Dex went. When Nursey tried to use what little Dex had taught him to fix one of the off-balance chairs in the kitchen and instead broke one of its legs clean off, Dex went. And today…

Actually, today Dex doesn’t really have an excuse, since it wasn’t Nursey who called him. Not even ‘called’ him - he was doing physics homework in Chowder’s bedroom, since the Haus was quieter than his dorm floor, so all Lardo had to do was go upstairs.

“Yo, Dex.”

“The dryer can wait, I’ve got three problems left.”

“Bro, it’s not the dryer, it’s Nursey.”

Dex looks up from his paper, concerned. “Where is he? Is he okay?”

“He’s downstairs, and he keeps asking for you. It’s annoying. You two are gross.”

Sure enough, Dex checks his phone - he keeps it on silent while he studies - and there are eleven texts from Nursey. The most recent ones read come on, babe, please and dexxxxxxx.

Cautiously, Dex follows her into the living room, where the entire team is gathered around the window next to the front door.

“Alright, y'all, I can’t watch this anymore. I’m gonna go finish my pie,” Bitty says, shaking his head as he turns toward the kitchen. When he walks past them, he mutters something about “Boys," and Lardo nods sagely in agreement after him. 

"He’s over there,” she says, giving Dex a solid push toward the clump before following after Bitty.

When Dex taps him on the shoulder, Ransom steps aside to let him through, and… there’s Nursey. He’s stranded out on the porch, holding the front doorknob in his hand, looking absolutely miserable. Dex positions himself on the edge of the group so Nursey can’t see him and keeps quiet.

“Come on, man,” Nursey pleads. “Just let me in already!”

“Not until you give us the deets,” Holster says, crossing his arms.

“There are no deets,” Nursey insists, which makes Tango tilt his head.

“I’m confused. Didn’t you say a few minutes ago that you’d tell Holster if he let you in? If there aren’t any deets, what were you gonna tell him?”

Ransom high-fives him while Nursey narrows his eyes. “Tango, it’s reasons like this why we don’t let frogs in the group chat.”

“I don’t know, man, he’s got a point,” Whiskey offers, which only makes Nursey glare harder.

“Just go get Dex. He’ll back me up on this, I swear. Come on, Holster, d-man to d-man.”

“Maybe we should,” Chowder offers nervously. “You always say that nobody knows a d-man like his partner.”

“Holtzy, he’s right. If anyone’s gonna settle this, it’s Dex,” Ransom adds.

“I mean, I’ll try,” Dex pipes up, and Tango jumps. Dex uses the opportunity to push into the middle of the group until he’s right in front of Nursey, who beams when he sees him. (Maybe Lardo’s right. Maybe now they’re officially in ‘gross’ territory. Either way, Dex finds that he doesn’t mind all that much.)

“Dex! Dex, I swear, I didn’t pull on it or anything, it just-”

“Yeah, I believe you. It’s old, like everything else in this Haus. It was gonna happen sooner or later,” Dex shrugs.

“Tell them there’s no deets,” Nursey implores. “Come on, Dex, I’ve been out here for half an hour and I'm cold and this is not fair, it’s torture, really, and so not chill-” He stops when he realizes Dex is laughing at him. And not a little laugh, either - a full-on, gasping for breath laugh, and Nursey is not amused. “Asshole.”

“I thought New Yorkers were used to the snow?” Dex asks, once he can function again. He grins, and Nursey huffs.

“And I thought you were going to help me.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll let you in,” Dex says nonchalantly, despite the protests that fill the room behind him. As he walks over to open the door, he waves Holster away. “Chill, okay? I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, bro’s honor.”

Nursey brings a gust of wind and a few snowflakes into the living room with him. “You all suck.” Dex stifles a giggle. “Especially you. I thought we were supposed to be on the same team now?”

Dex affectionately brushes the snow out of his hair. “Yeah, but you’ve gotta admit, that was funny.” Nursey glowers, unwinding his scarf and taking off his coat. Dex grins. “Alright, you, come here. Let me fix it.”

He holds out a hand for the knob, and after Nursey gives it to him he buries his face in Dex’s neck, wrapping his arms around his waist. "You guys really left him out there for half an hour for deets? I’m not, like, mad, I just… I would have told you, you could have just asked me.“

Tango tilts his head again, brow furrowed. "So there are deets?” he asks slowly, and Dex nods.

“Yeah, I’m dating this loser.”


It takes ten minutes to convince Chowder not to burst into tears (“Happy tears, I’m just so happy for you both!!!”) and another ten for Whiskey to answer all of Tango’s questions (“But… but Dex said chill!” “That’s not a question, Tony.”). Meanwhile, it takes twenty for Ransom and Holster to wrap their heads around it, even with Lardo’s help. 

“Whoa, bros, you’re like, dating dating?”

Dex sighs. “As opposed to…?”

“Dude, we thought Nursey was dating a LAX bro!”

Lardo doesn’t even bother looking up from her phone. “You two are idiots.”

Nursey makes a face from where he’s snuggled into Dex’s side on the couch while Lardo and Dex both roll their eyes. “Ew, no, LAX bros are gross.”

Yeah, bro, that’s why we were so confused.” Ransom nods.

“Fuck the LAX bros, but not like that.” Holster’s comment earns him a throw pillow to the face, and soon the entire living room is a mess of pillows and six foot tall hockey players shrieking like five year old girls. 

In the midst of all the commotion, Tango frowns again. “We’re really not allowed in the group chat?” he asks Whiskey, who nods.

“You can thank me later.”

BTS / Bangtan Boys
Pairing: Jung Hoseok (J-Hope) / Min Yoongi (Suga) - Yoonseok
Rating: G
Length: 2200 something words
Keywords: Fluff, Friends to lovers, College AU, Roommates AU, Video games
Crossposted on AO3  

Prompt (by @bbyhobie) : Person A & B are roommates that love playing video games. As a joke, their friends get them The Sims. They make a family with all their friends and they get married ironically—but then they get super into it.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I love your writing. Can you please do #14 with the Uni prompt. Also I submitted a prompt request last week, and I don't know if you wrote it and I missed it, or if you haven't gotten to it yet. I hope that didn't sound rude or that I'm rushing you. I'm sorry if it does.

Hey, friend! Do you remember what your request was? I have a few still waiting in my inbox that I haven’t written yet… If you let me know which one, I can bump it up though and no worries, it’s not rushing me, I definitely need a kick in the pants sometimes anyway! ♥ If I did post it though, you can check here

Extra long one for making you wait for your other request! 

title: Are You Still Watching
pairing: nalu
rating: K+
words: ~2100
summary: Lucy needs a break from her overbearing father. What better way than watching Netflix over someone’s shoulder at the library? (prompt from here)

Her father has Lucy on a leash even halfway across Fiore and it’s a little unsettling to the outside eye to see that he calls her the exact second glasses are supposed to end with a demand worded as a request. He only lets her go to school, really, so he can flaunt the fact that his daughter was getting a business degree to take over for him. Something to brag about to his friends.

It was strange, really, how she went from only worthy of marrying someone and granting him a grandson to the actual heir to his business. She doesn’t quite know which one is better, really, because at least as a baby-making machine she was left to her own interests, as far as though interests didn’t interfere with matchmaking. 

Now, as an adult, she’s stuck under his thumb worse than ever and it’s only the creative writing classes that keeps her going. Maybe it’s not polite to admit she’ll skip out from under his thumb and out of school the moment she can’t take them anymore, but she figures if he can bully her into attending school, she can damn well take a class she actually likes.

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Why I'm Still Not Over Episode 13

Since I’m playing on the English server, I haven’t reached 13 yet, but I have definitely seen what has happened from international users. My opinion on this episode is like everyone else’s opinion:
The writer in me, the part of me that writes stories full of horror and heartbreak, definitely enjoyed 13. This part of me saw the potential in the betrayal by the boys and can not wait for it to escalate. This part of me is very invested in the story-
But this part of me isn’t the grand majority of my consciousness.
While the writer in me enjoyed 13, the player in me was definitely enraged by the last episode.

I, like most players, disliked the kissing scene in 13 because it symbolized a huge betrayal.
The kisses between the guys was not romantic or cute, rather, it was disgusting and twisted. The kiss symbolized something that was supposed to be pure, warped into something detrimental that would impact Erika and everything she knew.
To put it simply, the kiss was the thing that destroyed her life.

I really can’t stress how horrible this was enough.

I’m the type of person who can easily step into a character’s shoes and feel what they feel. So, during 13, I stepped into Erika’s situation and saw the true impact of what happened:
Erika lost everything she knew.
With one action, one swallow, one potion, Erika lost her life.
Think about it for a second. Let it sink in.
The grand majority of us have families that care. Have friends that care. Have some form of relationships that care.
Think about your loved ones for a second. Run through each name and face in your mind.
I’ll tell you mine if you want.

When it comes to my loved ones, my grandma comes to mind. My grandma who hugs me every chance she has and rhetorically asks me why she loves me so much. My grandmother who listens to my problems and gives me her best advice. My grandma who raised me after my mother gave me up because she wasn’t ready to raise a kid-
Though she isn’t the only one that appears in my mind.
I also think of my grandfather who is a father to me. My grandpa who gets up at midnight to run down to the pharmacy when I’m sick. My grandfather who jokes with me and buys me treats and complains when I need something yet never hesitates to provide it. My grandpa who tries to help me with my math homework, even though it’s gibberish to him because his education ended at third grade, and does everything he can to make my life easier because he loves me as a daughter and not a granddaughter.
And it doesn’t stop with him.
I think of my Godmother who gives me advice and is always there for support. My Godmother who says that sometimes she forgets I’m her niece and not her actual biological daughter.
I also think of my little brother who irritates me and gets irritated by me, yet is always there when I need help like a little gentleman.
I think of my younger sister who teases me yet listens to my problems and comes to me for advice. My little sister who once hugged me and cried after having a nightmare where I died.
And I think of my mother who is not the best person in the world, yet she tries.

So, because I come from a very loving family, I can easily realize the extent of Erika’s pain.

I mean, Erika lost her life.

She may still be alive, but she isn’t living in the world she used to be.
She lost everyone who cared. Think on that for a second. Imagine your family, as I imagine mine, suddenly not remembering who you are. Imagine them looking at you with blank looks because they don’t remember you existed.
Imagine how much that would hurt you.
And imagine how much that hurt Erika-

Though it doesn’t really end there, does it?

Erika, on top of losing her family, lost any trace she left behind.
Bite into that for a moment.
We humans are afraid of being lost in the pages of history, or at least I am, so imagine what it is like to be gone.
Imagine your legacy, whatever it may be, disappearing back in your world.
That’s everything you worked for, everything you strived for, and everything the world would have had to remember you by, gone.
Wouldn’t that be a horrible nightmare?

So, truly, reflect on everything for a second.
With one liquid, one kiss, one substance, you do not exist.
There is no one to mourn your loss, and no one to even know you were ever something that could be mourned.
You are lost.
Lost to your loved ones, lost to your world, and lost in a world that you don’t belong in.
Because no matter how hard you, or Erika, or your Guardianne tries, you do NOT belong in Eldarya.
Even if, through a plot twist, Erika is from that world: SHE. DOES. NOT. BELONG.
She doesn’t know the world, the society, or the history. She doesn’t know how to live there or survive. And she doesn’t have anyone that knows her as deeply as any one she left behind.
So, she doesn’t fit in, and the one world she actually belonged to, is forever out of reach.

I mean, even if she can go back, she can’t really go back.
There is nothing to go back TO.
Her family doesn’t know her, her studies and achievements are gone, and her life is erased.
If she goes back to her world, she’s an outcast.
And if she stays in Eldarya, she’s an outcast.

Erika has no place to go now simply because the Refuge of Eel couldn’t consider a better solution.
And, although I get the fact that they had to protect their people, could they not have had a better option?
Could they not have given Erika a better choice?
Could they not have told her the truth for once?

Anyway, in conclusion, I’m not over 13.

I’m very empathetic when it comes to characters and easily saw things from Erika’s point of view.
Erika’s life is shattered and she is now forced to stay with people who have done nothing but lie and betray her.
At this point, I think her best bet would be to go with Ashkore. At least he has been largely honest with her-
At least, compared to the Eel people.

So, yeah, I hope she keeps him a secret from the others, I hope the guy that kissed her truly suffers for his actions, and I hope Erika somehow either escapes with Ashkore-or is finally thought of as an equal by the guys and Miiko.


What are your opinions on this?

11x6=66

Rules: Answer the 11 questions the tagger sets, tag 11 people, and ask them 11 questions.

Unfortunately, I didn’t do it on the day when I was first tagged as a result of which I will have to answer 66 questions instead of 11 ‘cause I was tagged by 6 amazing people ❤

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