um uh i hope this is okay.................

anonymous asked:

hi, uh i was going through your more angst reactions and i found the 'they see your scars' one and saw the message at the top. idk if you still are able to talk to a (sorta worthless) person but um can you get back to me. p.s i hope you get enough money for your rat and it comes out okay

of course i’ll talk to you hun! just pm me!

i’m still about $125 short on her surgery, i’m in desperate need so if anyone wants to donate check here.

Falcon Punch, monk style

(Background:  The DM for this wanted us to bring our best Pathfinder characters for this campaign.  The party consisted of a kitsune fighter, an orc unchained rogue, a kobold celestial-bloodline sorcerer, a tiefling life-mystery oracle, and my half-elf monk.  After fighting our way up out of a dungeon we’d been trapped in — and pretty well depleting our resources in the process — the DM wants his wizard character, the recurring villain of the campaign, to mock us before we actually escape.  He does so from the other side of a fifty-foot-wide chasm with no visible bottom.)

Villain:  [Standard hammy villain monologue with over-the-top gloating and taunting]

Kitsune:  [Orc], will you shoot him to at least get him to shut up?

Orc:  Can’t.  Out of ammo.

Kobold:  Hey, don’t look at me, guys, all I’ve got left are cantrips.

Tiefling:  I can barely even see the other side.

Kitsune:  Grr.  I don’t wanna have to listen to this guy.  Does anyone have a ranged attack that can at least get his attention?

Me:  Not exactly, but…  How wide is that chasm, again?

Tiefling:  *Snickers, knowing my monk from another campaign.*  Uh-oh…

DM: Uh, fifty feet.

Me:  Okay, I spend my last point of ki for the bonus to jump and leap across.  This should be a surprise round, right?

DM:  (after nearly choking on drink) Um.  Okay, yeah, DC 50; I hope you have another character ready.  Roll acrobatics.

Me:  Don’t need to, the lowest I can roll is a 66 after the point of ki.

DM:  (almost spittakes, with the rest of the party either snickering or stunned to silence) Seriously!?

Me:  *Presents character sheet.*

DM:  *Takes a few minutes to verify the ludicrous number of bonuses.*  …Oh goddammit.  Yeah, I guess this is happening, roll to attack.

Me:  Stunning Fist, get ready for his fort save.  *Rolls 17 on the die.*  Uh…

DM:  (before I can math up bonuses) I hate you.  *Rolls a 4 on the fort save.*  So.  Much.  So yeah, he’s in mid-monologue and you launch yourself across a goddamn bottomless chasm and punch the squishy wizard in the face.  Roll damage.

Party:  *Laughing hysterically!*

Tiefling:  Falcon Puuunch!

(Cue the entire table, including the poor DM, completely losing it for the next few minutes.  I proceeded to flurry of blows the Big Bad’s right hand man into an unrecognizable pulp over the next two rounds while the party cheered me on.  I looted the body, threw him into the chasm, and then could just “take 10” to jump back across.  It was my only session in that campaign, unfortunately, but I’m told it took a few weeks for the DM to work out how to get around the damage I did to his plot.  I understand he now takes excessive precautions before letting his villains run off at the mouth, since a DC 50 acrobatics check is apparently not enough.  This isn’t the first campaign that particular monk has mangled the plot of, either, but it is the most spectacular instance, and the only time she almost wrecked a campaign during its first session.)

[Short KageHina coworker / drunken flirting / accidental domesticity AU ??? IDK]

Now on AO3!


It’s Friday evening after the work day is done, and Kageyama is uncomfortable.

He’s not sure why, exactly, but it may have something to do with the fact that the izakaya is too stuffy, and all the beer he’s ingested is already making him sweaty, and the stiff collar of his shirt is beginning to chafe him, and his new coworkers and boss all want to make small talk with him, and he just wants to go home and watch the volleyball games he recorded the night before.

It could be any number of those things that are making him uncomfortable, but Kageyama thinks what really might be doing it is the way one of his aforementioned new coworkers has been looking at him for roughly the past twenty minutes or so.

Hinata has been working in the sales and marketing department at their office for a couple of years now, and seems much more suited to rowdy after-work drinking events, if his alcohol intake the past few hours is any kind of indication. Kageyama knows his own face is probably a healthy shade of pink, but Hinata is verging on crimson. His round cheeks are like two squashy apples. Probably squashy apples would be spoiled and therefore disgusting, but on Hinata, the look is nice. Like, maybe apples should consider being squashy more often, or people should just accept squashy apples as they are, without being so critical of their squashiness.

Kageyama is probably pretty tipsy, yeah.

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Him Accidentally Run Into You Changing (HP Preferences)

Preferences #1

You were changing your clothes in your dorm when he ran into you by accident.

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Harry Potter

“Y/n, quick, let’s go to dinner!” Harry shouted as he opened the door.

“Harry!”

“Wow you look- I mean- uh I’m so sorry.”

Originally posted by danielradcliffesource

Ron Weasley

“Hey y/n did you see my- holy mother of Merlin-

“Get out!”

Originally posted by pansyknowsallthingspotter

Draco Malfoy

“Y/n? You there?” His face suddenly changed into a wide grin when he saw you. “Nice body." 

You threw a pillow at him and screamed, "Draco Malfoy! I suggest you get out now!”

“Not in a million year.”

Originally posted by keepyourtwocents

George & Fred Weasley

“Oh dang.” One of the redheads said, you weren’t sure which twin it was.

“Oh Merlin.” The other said.

“HEYYY-”

“You don’t mind us staying for a while do you, y/n?” They both smirked.

Originally posted by memegifs

Remus Lupin

“Oh I’m so sorry y/n!” Remus’s cheek darkened as soon as he saw you.

“Uh! It’s okay.”

“…”

“Um.. Why are you still here?”

Originally posted by potter-imagines-here

Sirius Black

“Oops!”

“Sirius! Do you mind?!”

“Just what I wanted to see. Since you already got your shirt off, might as well take off the rest?” A smirk appeared on Sirius’s smug face.

Originally posted by marauders4evr

James Potter

“Ah y/n, if you wanted me to see this you should have told me. Why bother planning it to look like an accident?” James teased you while looking away.

Originally posted by gowithyourself


thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it :P that wink from johnson tho

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Hard Times

Request: Peter Parker x Reader where the reader gets kidnapped for leverage and gets tortured but Peter comes to save her.

Warnings: Language, depiction of violence/torture?

Word Count: 1068

A/N: Written in Peter’s POV || This made me super emo but I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted!! Also, SUPER SORRY that it took me so long, I had writer’s block for Peter but now I’ve come through! @painting-tragedies

Originally posted by buckybarnres

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Pizza Boy

Originally posted by dailymarvel

warnings: making out? Fluff

word count: 1257

summary: Peter works as a pizza delivery boy and he delivers a pizza at your sleepover. Michelle wants to help you out by ordering two pizzas (individually) so you can talk to him.

a/n: I haven’t written in awhile. If it sucks I’m so sorry.

Anyone who has been in high school knows that the last few weeks of the year is probably the worst. There is studying (your ass off) and stressing over tests that probably would not even matter in the future.

So, of course, you and your friends decided to have a sleepover after school was finished for the summer. You all decided to have the sleepover at your house since they all loved the food you make.

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His - Part 3 (C.H.)

Originally posted by brokenscenequeen2k15

A/N: Sorry that it took a while. I had writer’s block and too much school stuff going on. Also, I suck at writing endings so prepare for that as well. Other than that, I hope you all enjoy it.

Masterlist || Ask

Part 1 | Part 2

*****

Remember the day we first started talking to each other?
 

Weeks have passed since that night and Calum and I have gotten a lot closer…and my crush on him has gotten significantly bigger.

I still worked on getting Calum to see just how important and loved he is and there has been some progress.

The bell rang, signaling the end of our anatomy class. Calum and I began putting our stuff away before he spoke up.

“We still on for later?” He asked me.

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fireworks and fury | shawn mendes

AKA COLLEGE!SHAWN PART THREE

MY MASTERLIST

I’d highly recommend that you read freshman year: “poems i would write you” and sophomore year: “dancing in a snow globe” before you dig into this, or you’ll be hella lost.

word count: 13,654 (am i sorry about this? not really. i made cuts, i swear!)

author’s note: happy birthday, shawn. my present to the fandom is this steaming pot of angst. this takes place during junior year, but it starts second semester, so there’s been an entire year between where the sophomore year installment left off and now. yikes. this is also decidedly less college-y than the past two, but i think that’s alright. title from “dents” by the acorn. enjoy xo


Your name: submit What is this?

i.

Uh, hey, Y/N. It’s Shawn.”

That was as far as you had gotten before pausing the voicemail.

You had received it a week ago during your first class of the semester, and had almost dropped your phone when you saw his contact name. Dana had noticed your weird behavior and inquired about it, but you shrugged off her concern. You weren’t sure why you lied to her at the time, but something about getting a message from him seemed secret, scandalous. It was better to keep it to yourself.

You had forced yourself to open it later that night, alone in your room. You heard that first few seconds - “Uh, hey, Y/N. It’s Shawn.” - and then a sound like he was adjusting the phone, but you pushed the home button so fast after that you didn’t hear any more. It was too much, you decided, and far too soon. You couldn’t bring yourself to listen to it again, and so it remained in your messages, like a secret weight on your shoulders.

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Dollar Valentine

Originally posted by fearless-man

Requested by anonymous: did you watched 13 reasons why? bc i would love something like the oh my dollar valentine thing, asking y/n on a date and the date itself

Word Count: 2,847

Note: I didn’t copy it exactly the way they did it in the show, but pretty close ALSO I really went to town and even incorporated some flashbacks that you guys loved so much :) but also I went overboard on this and I do not regret it one bit, plus I know that this was one of the later requests I got, but I just started writing it and couldn’t stop

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“Dude, no, I’m not doing that stupid shit.” Shawn shrugs the paper off, rejecting the idea.

Brian looks at him confused, but retracts the paper nonetheless.

“Shawn, you’ve done it every year. Why would this year be any different?” Ian asks, almost just as confused as Brian, if not more.

Shawn bites his lip and pushes a hand through his hair.

“No reason, just don’t feel like it.”

However, there was a reason, and that reason was you. Shawn has had a crush on you since he was ten, literally; you were invited to his tenth birthday party (he had invited the entire class), and the second you walked through the door, he was absolutely convinced that he was in love with you.

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Smartass

Summary: You’re a pretty calculated person, that is until you meet the infamous Winter Soldier, who makes you lose your cool each time you see him. 

Word Count: 2271

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, because I have a potty mouth.

A/N: So this is my first time posting any of my crap here, which is why I’m a lil bit scared! I wrote this months ago, it’s one of my first pieces, so please excuse any typos/ grammar mistakes/ mistakes in general (English is not my first language). Feedback is very welcomed! I hope you enjoy! 

(gif is not mine)

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Landing a job at Stark Labs was a dream come true. You had never even hoped for it to happen, but here you were, Chef of Engineering Section, with your own lab, a place to live in the Avengers Compound and most importantly, a space and tools to grow as an scientist.

You loved your job. Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Astronomy and Engineering- all of your favourite aspects of science combined into one position in one of the best labs in the world. It was like buying a mystery Mentos pack filled with all of your favourite flavors in it. You could swore that life was literally treating you all too well, which meant that soon enough it should all go to hell. Oh, how right you were.

The day you met the one and only, the infamous James Buchanan Barnes was the day when everything started to go to shit. And that was a very mild description of what was happening. You didn’t even know how you, a very calculated person, started turning into a hot mess every time this big bulk of muscles in a shape and form of Bucky Barnes was around you. But it was happening way too often and it had to stop.

“God dammit, god fucking dammit!” you muttered under your breath when you tried for the billionth of time to modify Tony’s suit. “You fucking piece of shit, little ball of fucking wires that are too fucking dumb to fucking work with me for fuck’s sake!”

“Language” Steve chuckled as he entered your lab.

“Don’t you fucking… Jesus, Captain, I’m so sorry…” you stood up, immediately starting to apologize for your dirty mouth. If you could point out one thing that you would love to change about yourself it would most definitely be your vocabulary. Keeping your cursing at bay when you were mad wasn’t exactly your forte.

“It’s Steve, Y/N, you should know that by now” he told you with a smile. “So I guess you have problems with fixing something?”

“Kinda. It’s just that Tony asked me to modify his suit, but this dumbass forgot to get me the right wires to increase durability of the system, so I have to work with what I got which is, well, nothing, so I’m pissed as hell, I mean, I’m just angry, because how am I supposed to work if I can’t?” you ranted, looking around for your screwdriver.

“So I guess it’s a wrong time to ask you for a favor?”

“Depends. What’s the deal? Something’s wrong with the shield?” you looked at him concerned. You fixed it 2 days before, what could possibly be damaged again?

“No, everything’s fine with me, but I think Bucky needs a checkup. His arm’s been weird lately, you know? I think he messed something up right after you fixed it after the mission and he doesn’t want to admit it.”

That stopped you in your tracks. Every checkup you had to do on Bucky was a dreadful experience for you in general, mostly because you had to remain professional while your brain was all over the place. Any additional meeting with the soldier was an unnecessary show of your clumsiness and very bad acting as you tried to hide your affection for the man. Steve couldn’t be serious.

“Oh” was all you managed to say.

“Yeah, I know, you’re overworked anyway, but it’s probably nothing and it won’t take long, I promise. Please, Y/N?” Rogers looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Y-yeah, sure, bring him in” you stuttered as you turned around from him pretending to be searching for something, while actually trying to hide the redness of your cheeks.

“Great, you’re seriously the best!” he exclaimed happily. “I’ll tell him, you were the one to ask for the checkup, so he won’t feel bad about it, okay?”

“Uh, um, I guess?”

“Fantastic! He’ll be here in a few, I hope” he winked at you and left you all alone again.

“The lord is testing me” you muttered as you fell onto your chair and started fixing the suit again.


“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, ARE YOU EVEN UP THERE?!” you yelled as once again your attempt at modifying Tony’s suit turned into a failure. You’ve had enough; another try at it proved that you can’t make something so specific out of nothing.

Bucky chuckled at himself as he stood by the door frame, watching you. You were quite adorable when you were mad.

“You alright there?” he asked you with a smug smile, which made you froze. “I don’t want to interrupt your rant, but Steve told me you wanted to see me.”

“He did?” you felt your cheeks redden with embarrassment, Bucky’s presence making you forget all about your previous conversation with Rogers.

“For a checkup” Barnes clarified.

“Oh, alright” you let out a huge sigh. “Um, have a seat.”

You gathered all of your stuff in silence, trying to make yourself look like you knew what you were doing. Bucky silently looked around your messy lab, focusing on anything apart from you. To say that you made his heart race was an understatement. He was head over heels in love with you, yet you seem to never be interested in even talking to him. Each time he would come for a checkup, he felt like you never wanted him around you, which made his little heart ache every time.

“You don’t clean here much often, do you?” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I didn’t have the time, sorry” you sheepishly apologized, hiding your yet again blossoming blush.

“It was a joke, Y/N. It’s your lab. Why would I care how it looks like?”

“Right” you face palmed yourself in your thoughts. “Shall we get started?”

“Go for it.”

You took a seat on a small stool that you always sat on when you did the checkup and carefully removed pieces of metal covering main electronics of Bucky’s arm. In a complete silence, you started testing the wires and checking the whole system until you found an error that Steve was concerned about.

“There you are” you said to yourself as you detected the damage and started fixing it by replacing a small metal strip.

After few finishing touches, you were done with the arm. You hadn’t even noticed that the whole time you had worked in silence, with furrowed brows and droplets of sweat covering your forehead, Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. What a beautiful and smart creature, he sighed in his thoughts, taking your presence in.

“Done. Should be as good as new” you told him as you started to put all the equipment back into the box.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best” he said with a smile and looked at you. “You have an eyelash on your…” he tried to reach for your cheek to wipe the small piece of hair off of your face, but his touch was so unexpected, that it made you fall off of your stool in the most ungracious way possible. Within seconds, you were lying flat on your ass in front of your crush. So much for keeping it cool.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” he immediately squatted to you, trying to help you get up.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing” you told him with a full on tomato red splashed on your face. How could you be such a clumsy idiot?!

“Did you hit your head? Should I call for help?” he asked looking more concerned each second.

“No, just go Bucky, just… leave me alone” you said getting up and turning away from him. You didn’t even notice that it hurt him a little, but he did as you asked, not wanting to upset you even more.

You huffed in pain as you was left alone. God, you were such an idiot. No way, he was ever going to feel the same way you felt about him.


“Maybe you should just ask her out” Steve told Bucky for what he felt like a hundredth of time since Bucky had confessed his crush on you to him.

“No way, don’t you see? She hates me!” he exclaimed, hitting the punch bag hard.

Steve rolled his eyes at his friend. He was getting tired of all of this.

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“Yeah right, like you would know!”

“Then at least talk to her at the party tonight. It won’t hurt, right? If she won’t want to, then will figure it out” he told Barnes.

“Alright, but if she hates me even more after this, then you’re screwed” Bucky threatened him.  

“I know, I know” he sighed and the men continued to train.


“Hey kid” Natasha greeted you few hours after that fatal incident with Bucky. You were now in your room, watching Netflix while being wrapped like a burrito in multiple blankets.

“Hey mom” you replied, causing the redhead to roll her eyes.

“So” she started, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Are you going to a party tonight?”

In that moment you noticed she was all glammed up. “What party?”

“Have you ever left this cage or lab at all?” she asked you irritated.

“No” you simply replied.

“Tony is hosting a party tonight, in the tower. So wear something nice and go downstairs” she ordered.

“I don’t want to” you whined.

“Why?”

“I’m planning on not seeing Bucky for few months after my spectacular fail.”

“Y/N please, stop acting like a baby” she rolled her eyes.

“Why do you care?”

“Because” she looked at you irritated.

“That’s not an answer” you fixed your eyes on the screen.

“What happened between you and Barnes?” she changed the subject.

“I fell on the floor…”

“That’s not that bad” she said, shrugging.

“…because he tried to touch me” you finished, your face flushing once again.

“Where?!” her eyes widened at the vision of him trying to get into your panties.

“Not there!” you hit her with a pillow. “He tried to remove an eyelash from my cheek.”

“That’s adorable” she smiled.

“That’s fucking humiliating!” you huffed, rolling your eyes.

“Then get wasted trying to forget about it and your crush on him” she stood up. “C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

“God I hate you” you muttered as you stood up and changed to go to the party in a decent state.


“I just think it’s kinda impossible, ya know? Like Asgard must be so much better than all of this lame ass shit on Earth” you slurred to Thor. After your non-stopping pleas, he put a little drop of his drink into your own and without a doubt, you had never been more wasted in your life.

“I’ll take you there one day, Lady Y/N” he smiled at your drunken state. “You’d love our astronomy tower.”

“Oh my God, you would show me it?! This is the best night of my life!” you exclaimed a little too loud with a little bit too much of hand gestures as you spilled your drink on your Star Wars shirt.

Bucky watched you from the distance, chuckling. You were too adorable. And beautiful. And perfect. And you really have to stop being so cringy, he ordered himself. He did find a bit of jealousy in him as Thor made you laugh more than he ever did. A race of thoughts ran through his head; did you like Thor? Was it because of his muscles? Or maybe you thought he was smarter than Bucky? Maybe he should dye his hair blond and try to braid it, maybe then you would like him?

“Y/N is so wasted” Nat interrupted his internal monologue when she and Steve approached Buck.

“She is” he replied, eyes glued to you.

“Go and talk to her” Steve ordered him, seeing his miserable state.            

“She is talking with Thor now.”

“Hey Thor, come here buddy!” Rogers yelled at the god and he left you alone, before saying his apologies.

“Not anymore, so move your ass over there” Nat gave a firm squeeze to his flesh arm.

“God, you annoy me both” he muttered and made his way to you, nervousness overtaking his body. “Hey Y/N, how are you?”

“Oh man, you look hella fine tonight!” you slurred, not realizing what exactly you were saying or more specifically, to who.

“Thanks” Bucky blushed a little. Was she serious?

“I mean, like damn, your ass looks great in those pants!” you winked at him. “Hey, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No, no I have not” he told you, being more and more curious. There is a chance!

“Well, I have a candidate” you exclaimed with a grin plastered across your face.

“Really?” he was hoping it was a little joke you planed and that maybe, maybe, you would tell him that you liked him too.

“Yeah, wanna know who I have on my brilliant mind, soldier?” you whispered.

“I do” he smiled at you.

“Natasha” you told him in the most conspiratorial tone.

His face fell at the sound of your words.

“Seriously, she told me. I mean, she didn’t but who wouldn’t want to be your girlfriend, right? You would be great together…” 

“Jesus Y/N, could you shut your goddamn mouth for one minute?” he told you before cupping your face and kissing you fiercely. At first you couldn’t react but after few seconds you started to reciprocate the kiss.

“I also have a candidate” he said as he pulled back, a new wave of confidence flowing through his body.

“Yeah? Who?” you mumbled, still in shock.

“You, you little smartass” he smiled before kissing you again.


willow-free  asked:

I don't really have any prompts, but if you look up the Jamilton tag on @midnigtartist's blog, you might get a few ideas! Aimee is complete Jamilton trash, loves the heck outta them

I did just that! The prompt/feeling I got from that is “Jefferson actually likes kids and takes care of Philip for a day when Hamilton loses track of him, causing Hamilton’s entire view of Jefferson as a person to shift”

@midnigtartist Happy birthday! I was already writing this before I learned it was your birthday, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! You’re art is great! Also, I sent you an ask about this but severely underestimated the size of your inbox. If/when you see the anon that sounds suspiciously like this post, feel free to ignore it! 


As much as he’d like it to be the case, Thomas did not at first recognize the kid loitering around the office. He did however, recognize that the kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, if that- and was therefore too young to be standing around anywhere, never mind outside the ‘Washington and Associates’ law firm.

It wasn’t quite time to pack up, but Thomas figured this was more important. Plus, no one else was dealing with it, or even noticing. He saved his work, and stood up.

“Leaving early?” James poked his head up, at Thomas’ movement.

“There’s a kid hanging around outside, it’s distracting,” Thomas explained. James peeked out the window, furrowed his brows, and nodded.

“Don’t take too long,” James reminded, turning back to his work. Thomas rolled his eyes and nodded, even though he knew James’ attention was already back to his work.

The kid jumped when Thomas opened the door, immediately turning around and looking down as if he just happened to be standing there. It wasn’t very convincing.

“Hi,” Thomas pitched his voice, warmer and completely devoid of his usual sarcastic drawl. “You’ve been standing out here for a while, is there anything I can help you with?” Up close, the kid was even smaller. The parents had better be nearby, or Thomas would be having words.

“Uhh,” The kid’s head bobbed up, then straight down, his mass of curls hiding his face. Thomas felt his heart thaw, just a bit- the kid was just shy. Which was fair, given Thomas was a tall, mysterious stranger. Even adults tended to be intimidated. Thomas leaned down, dropping to the kid’s level.

“That’s okay,” Thomas tried to put the kid at ease. “Could you tell me where your parents are, so we can find them?”

“Umm,” The kid started again, but this time he brushed his hair behind an ear and glanced up to Thomas’ chin. “Mom’s at her home, I’m s'posed to be with Dad this week, and he’s s'posed to be here. I think.” He nervously glanced up at the building. “There’s only one Washington law place, right?”

Ah, a divorced kid. “Yes, as far as I’m aware, this is the only Washington law place,” Thomas didn’t want to correct the kid and possibly confuse him. Still, he couldn’t stop an amused smile at the term ‘law place’. “Can you tell me your Dad’s name?”

The kid froze, paling instantly. “U-uh, it’s my Dad, um…” He started shaking. Crap.

Thomas thought quickly. “It’s okay, it’s okay!” He smiled wide, waving his hand in what he hoped was more comforting than dismissive, though he used it in the latter sense far more often. “Could you tell me your name, instead?”

“Oh!”, the kid grinned. “My name’s Philip Hamilton! I’m 8 years old!” Thomas nearly flinched. There was only one Hamilton who worked at Washington’s, and there was no way this was a coincidence. He should have guessed- Hamilton’s divorce was well known in lawyer circles, and now that he was looking for it, the kid’s face bore some resemblance. Standing in front of Thomas was his biggest work rival’s son.

There wasn’t anything for it, though. Thomas was hardly going to just leave the kid out here. “Nice to meet you, Philip. I work with your Dad. My name’s Thomas Jefferson.”

Philip’s eyes lit up in recognition. Thomas had just enough time to worry about what exactly the kid was recognizing. “Jefferson? Dad mentions you all the time! He says you’re really distracting!”

Distracting, huh? Not 'evil’, not 'idiotic’; nor any of the other insults Hamilton would shout to his face? Not even 'bad man’, if he wanted to soften it to his kid? Thomas itched to ply Philip for answers, for what Hamilton really thought; but it was the middle of winter and now was not the time.

“How about we wait inside for your Dad, and you tell me what you’re doing out here?” Thomas spoke cautiously, not sure how Philip would react to being asked to go somewhere with a relative stranger.

Strangely though, Philip’s shyness went straight out the window after his introduction. “Oh! That’s because Dad promised me this time, for real promised, that he’d get off work on time and take me to see a movie! I wanted to make sure he really would, so I looked up 'Washington law’ on google and bussed here all by myself!” Thomas led the way to the building as Philip chattered, small hand immediately latching onto Thomas’ fingers.

“That’s very cool!” Thomas enthused, opening the door and immediately shooting a glare at every person who stared. “Now, your Dad’s out now, the boss sent him to the courthouse to drop something off, but we can wait for him, alright?”

Philip beamed. “Alright! This place looks even cooler than I thought!” He was so enthusiastic, that Thomas couldn’t help but smile back. Hamilton would still be getting an earful, being so unreliable that his 8 year old child felt the need to escape his babysitter and bus through the middle of town to check up on him. Hell, did he even have a babysitter?

Thomas’ work was left, forgotten on his desk. James would clean up for him, this was more important. “What do you say to meeting your Dad’s boss?” He needed to at least explain the situation, after all.

“Mr. Washington? Yeah! Dad says he’s too nosy, and Mom says he’s basically like my second grandpa, even though I’ve never met him before.”

Thomas couldn’t stop the chuckle if he tried. “Did he? You’ll have to tell me more, later.” He joked, but Philip nodded anyways. This was far better than finishing his work.

Alex was determined to keep his promise, for real this time. He was not staying late, and if possible, he would even be home early. Washington owed it to him, for all that free overtime.

Unfortunately, all the owing in the world meant nothing when Washington ordered him to take some important documents to the courthouse, a good half hour away, when the day was nearly over. Alex could never say no to a direct request like that, even if Washington probably would have relented if he explained his circumstances.

No, he could do this and still be out on time, if he drove straight to Philip’s school, instead of back to the firm, first. Alex did so, driving as fast as he reasonably could.

Only, when he did that, Philip had already left, instead of waiting for him. In fact, he had left for the washroom in the last hour of class, and never returned, according to the teacher. Alex barely spared the time to chew them out for not keeping a better headcount, and then he was running off to his car and to home.

Philip wasn’t at home either. Alex started panicking in earnest. He could be anywhere, but why would he? Philip was so excited about going to see the movie, he wouldn’t have just run off today of all days, would he? But he alternative- if Philip hadn’t purposefully run off himself- was far worse. Alex started by doing circles of the neighbourhood, then the local parks.

Alex was focused; so focused that his phone remained in his pocket, battery dead before he’d even realized Philip was missing.

It must have been hours later, the sun starting to set, when Alex finally gave up. He had panicked somewhere early down the line, and never quite stopped. His limbs were shaking. Alex had lost his son.

He didn’t want to even think about the phone call he would have to make to Eliza. But first, he’d check the house again, just in case. Alex wasn’t holding out much hope at this point.

Alex was just stressed enough to miss the strange car behind his in the driveway. He was not, however, too stressed to notice two people sitting in his living room.

“Hamilton, about time!” Jefferson waved his arms enthusiastically, though something sharp glinted in his eyes. Alex’s brain stuttered for a moment at the sight of his coworker/rival relaxing in his home, but then Philip was bounding into his arms.

“Dad! Where the heck where you? Mr. Jefferson’s called you like, a million times!”

“Wha- Philip, where have you been? You weren’t at school, the teachers told me you disappeared, you weren’t at home, I’ve been worried sick, looking for you!” Harsh, panicked words spilled from Alex’s mouth, even as he seized his son in a fierce hug. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Philip hugged back tight, voice suddenly subdued and guilty. “I just wanted to find you at work, so you’d actually go on time.”

Alex loosened his hug so that he could face Philip directly. “Wait, you what-?” Alex cut himself off, remembering the other person in the room. “Jefferson, why the fu-heck are you here?” Philip’s head poked up at Alex’s accusatory tone, brows furrowing in confusion.

“Nice save,” Jefferson smirked, always as irritating as possible. “Also, is that really the way you want to be speaking to the guy who’s been watching your kid all evening? When I could have been doing anything else with my time?”

There was no reason for Jefferson to be lying. In fact, that answer made the most sense, given that Jefferson had literally been in his home, watching Philip, when Alex got in there. Still though, this was Jefferson. Instinctive denial surged in his chest. “Excuse me-”

“I’m sorry!” Philip shouted again, lip trembling. He wasn’t looking at Alex though, instead facing Jefferson. “I didn’t mean to waste your day!”

Alex’s blood ran cold. That was exactly the opening one could never make to Jefferson- he could never hold back his infuriating sarcastic comments. He was going open his mouth and spout some negative bullshit that would make Philip cry, because Jefferson was an asshole who didn’t have any kids and probably hated them.

Jefferson did open his mouth, but his eyes were suddenly wide, with surprise and maybe guilt- something Alex had never seen him wear. He scrambled off the couch. “No no, I didn’t mean that, Philip! You’ve been great fun!” Jefferson assured, stepping over to crouch in front of Philip.

Philip looked up at him cautiously. Alex held his breath, completely taken aback. “Really?”, Philip whispered, and Alex could hear the tiny smile working its way into his voice.

“Of course!” Jefferson reached a hand over to ruffle his hair. “I got to read all your poems, and you got to hear all about the silly things your Dad does at work! It’s just that your Dad’s back now, so I should probable get going.” He gave Philip a wide grin, full of warmth and life.

Alex wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Jefferson with a smile like that. It did something to his stomach that he’d rather not analyze.

“No! You gotta stay for supper! We can’t do the movie anymore anyways, right Dad!” Philip bounced back, both emotionally and literally, on the balls of his feet.

Alex opened his mouth, searching for an excuse that wouldn’t upset Philip. Then, he glanced over to Jefferson. He was fidgeting, glancing away awkwardly. With a start, Alex realized he must have actually had fun. Somehow, Jefferson was actually really good with kids, if Philip’s excitement meant anything; and now he was standing there, in Alex’s house, looking more awkward and vulnerable than Alex had ever seen him.

“Yeah… yeah, he can stay. If he wants to.” Alex didn’t even want to guess what his face looked like right now. He wasn’t even sure what his feelings looked like right now. It was all a mess of exposed wires, his entire worldview turned on its head.

Jefferson flinched in surprise for a moment, eyes snapping to Alex. Then, he gauged Alex’s pure, undiluted confusion, and a smile slowly took his face, one that more closely resembled the teasing smirks Alex was used to. Now though, it seemed just a little less aggressive than Alex remembered.

“I suppose I can stay and tell your Dad all about how you skipped your last class, looked up his workplace online, and then bussed there all by yourself without telling anybody.” Jefferson shrugged, nonchalant.

“What! Mr. Jefferson, no!” Philip whined, even as he smiled broadly. “I’m gonna get grounded!”

Jefferson laughed. “Well, whose fault is that? You’re a little troublemaker!”

Philip spouted denials in between giggles. Alex felt his paradigm shift further off axis. “I guess I’ll get started,” Alex said, quiet and distant. He stood up and edged his way to the kitchen. Jefferson and Philip continued to chat in his hallway.

Somewhere between numb and completely unsure of himself, Alex turned the oven on and got out a frozen pizza. He took as much time as he could retrieving the round pan and opening the pizza box. Replaying in his mind was the smile Jefferson had made at Philip. His stomach flipped again.

“Hey,” Jefferson’s voice was calm and subdued, but made Alex jump a foot anyways. “I put the TV on for Philip.” He was right behind Alex, nearly crowding him into the counter. “I assume you want to know what’s been going on? No one’s been on the same page today.”

Alex swallowed. It wasn’t the first time Jefferson had crowded him, Alex had realized over time that it was more a matter of not knowing about personal space, rather than an active bid at intimidation. It was also overwhelming, especially now. “Uh,” Alex started, horrified at the squeak his voice made. “I guess not.”

Jefferson smirked- how could he not?- but relented, backing up a step. “It really wasn’t all that crazy. The kid showed up in the last hour of work, and no one else would do it, so I watched him. Tried to call your phone, I’m assuming it’s dead.” Alex dug into his pocket, pulling out a very dead phone. He paled. “No, it’s fine, it’s done.” Jefferson waved his hand dismissively. “I didn’t- I mean, it wasn’t awful.”

Alex paused at Jefferson’s stutter. His ears were pink. Adorable, Alex thought, then shook it from his mind. “Thank you,” he said instead.

“Uhhh,” Jefferson’s ears turned pinker. “No offense, but that sounds so weird coming from you.” Suddenly, he started laughing. “And I just said 'no offense’, which is even weirder!”

Alex snorted. Giggles stumbled their way between his lips, turning into chuckles, then full blown laughter. “Oh my God,” Alex wheezed, “This is so weird!”

Jefferson was howling right beside him. “I know, right?!”

Their laughs petered off, save for a quiet snicker from the distance. Both their heads whipped around- Philip peeked from the doorway. “Dad hasn’t laughed like that in ages,” He said knowingly. “You guys should hang out more. Hey, can Mr. Jefferson come with us to the movie, next time?”

Alex flushed, his mind stumbling to a stop, not sure if it was from the sheer audacity of the question, or how the idea of going out with Jefferson sounded too much like a date. His only saving grace was that it was probably the last thing Jefferson wanted, anyways. It didn’t matter that the sight of him being so nice to Philip did things to Alex’s heart.

“That sounds nice. If your Dad agrees.” Jefferson gave Philip an indulgent smile, then turned to Alex, question standing.  A quiet blush graced his cheekbones as well. He looked so much more attractive- cute, Alex’s brain supplied- when it was open like this. Usually, Jefferson’s appearance was the only attractive thing about him. Alex realized suddenly that he was gone- had been gone the moment Jefferson had revealed a side of himself that wasn’t pure opposition to everything Alex stood for.

“Alright,” Alex agreed. He needed to see where this was going. He was going to figure Jefferson out, or die trying.

The Most Awkward Semester Ever IV

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Part I Part II Part III

Virgil couldn’t stop fidgeting, his hands endlessly worrying at the edge of his hoodie.

“Remind me why this isn’t a bad idea again?” he said, his voice pitching a little higher than usual.

“Because if you leave now you’ll regret it forever,” Roman replied, rolling his eyes from where he was standing next to him.

“I mena I already regret most of my life,” Virgil muttered, “So..”

“Virgil” Roman said exasperatedly.

“Fine, yeah, whatever” Virgil waved his hand, as if trying to brush away his words. “Just remember to pinch me if I start babbling or sounding stupid.”

It was then that Roman reached out and pinched him. Hard.

“Hey!” Virgil cried out, springing away from Roman. “What the hell was that for?”

“You said to pinch you if you started sounding stupid,” Roman retorted. “And you being this nervous is pretty freaking stupid. You’re going to be fine, Virgil. Try to relax a little. It’s a just a movie.”

“Sometimes I really fricking hate- oh god, he’s here!”

Virgil’s focus abruptly switched from Roman’s annoying ways to the approaching figure. Logan was wearing jeans. Virgil had never seen him in jeans before, he always wore slacks or khakis to school before, somehow making them look ridiculously good. But now, with these jeans…

“Fuck, I am so gay” Virgil breathed out, still unable to take his eyes off of Logan. He could hear Roman stifling a laugh next to him though, so without looking he reached out and smacked him, hearing a yelp.

“There,” he said, “Revenge for the pinch.”

Before Roman had a chance to retaliate, Logan had reached them.

“Salutations, Virgil,” he said with a soft smile. And dear god, he was going to end up killing Virgil someday.

Logan continued.

“I wanted to thank you for coming out with me today,” he said warmly, “I’ve been meaning to see Kubo for a while, but it’s more enjoyable with companions. Speaking of which, this is Patton. Patton, this is Virgil.

“Pleasure to meet you, champ!” The cheerful looking boy beside Logan stepped forward, holding out his hand. 

He continued, “I’ve heard a lot about you from Logan. It’s good to finally meet you face to face.”

Virgil’s mind raced. Logan had talked about him? What had he said? Was it good? Oh, who was he kidding, it was probably bad. Fuck, Patton probably already thought he was an idiot.

Trying not to show any of this on his face, Virgil reached out and shook the hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” he said quietly. “Ah, you were the one to make those cookies a little while back, right? They were-they were really good.“

Patton beamed.

“Aw, thanks!” he said. “I’m so glad you liked them! I love to bake, but I love sharing what I bake even more. Just let me know if you ever have a craving for baked goods. I can do more than cookies too. In fact I do a mean chocolate cheesecake.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Roman broke in, stepping forward from where he had been behind Virgil. “But perhaps we should continue this conversation after we’ve gotten our seats. I’m Roman, by the way. Pleasure to meet you all.”

“Oh, well hello, Roman” Patton said cheerfully. “And yeah let’s go in. I hope we can get seats right in the middle. I’m so excited for this movie, the trailers looked so cool and I love animated movies!”

“I agree!” Roman said enthusiastically. “I especially love Disney movies. Tell me do you have a favorite?”

As they began to walk forward, Roman and Patton still chatting each other’s ears off, Logan fell in step with Virgil.

“I really am glad you agreed to come,” he said. “I hope you find the outing enjoyable.

“Um, yeah, sure I will” Virgil mumbled, hoping his face wasn’t too red. He could get through this though. Roman was right. It was just a movie. Just a movie.

He glanced back up again at Logan, and struggled to keep from blushing again. Why did he have to be so unfairly hot?

After they bought their tickets and made their way towards their theatre, Logan could see Virgil glancing at the concession stand.

“Did you want something?” he asked, wanting to make this experience as pleasant for Virgil as possible.

Virgil glanced up at him, looking startled.

“Uh, no, I’m okay,” he muttered. “We should just go sit down.”

“Are you sure?” Logan said, wanting to make sure before they reached their theatre.

“Yeah, I’m surprised,” Virgil’s friend Roman broke in. “You love movie popcorn.”

Virgil was now looking very uncomfortable and flustered, which was not what Logan wanted. So he made a decision.

“You two go on ahead,” he told Patton and Roman. “Save some seats for us. We’re going to get some snacks.”

With that, he grabbed Virgil’s hand and tugged him towards the concession stand.

“So we’re obviously getting popcorn,” he said thinking out loud, “But I might also get a soda as well. Do you want one? The salt from the popcorn might make you thirsty. Also I’ll get some chocolate for Patton, he loves sweet things.“

He looked back at Virgil, who was staring at Logan, slightly slack-jawed. When he saw Logan looking at him, he straightened up a bit.

“Um, that all sounds fine, I guess” he stammered out. “What-whatever you want.”

Logan nodded. Right, he’d get two popcorns, a drink for him, another for Virgil, and some chocolate for Patton. He wasn’t sure what Roman would want, so hopefully the popcorn would suffice.

It wasn’t until he’d almost reached the front of the line that he realized he’d never let of of Virgil’s hand. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes at the other boy, but Virgil didn’t seem like he was feeling uncomfortable or trying to shift away. Logan couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread inside his chest. It seemed like the other truly was becoming more comfortable around him.

It was with some regret that he had to break the hold once he’d placed the order so that he could pull out his wallet. But despite the broken grip, Virgil hadn’t moved away from him either. This was very promising and going much better than last time.

“Uh, hey how much should I pitch in?” Virgil asked uncertainly as Logan handed over his credit card.

“Nothing, it’s my treat,” Logan said absently, as he signed the receipt. “I am, after all, the one who invited you.”

“O-oh, but are you sure?” Virgil said. Logan could see him fidgeting. As he grabbed the chocolate and the drinks, he turned and smiled at him.

“Yes, I’m sure” he reassured Virgil. “Like I said, my treat. Now, can you carry the popcorn bags?”

“Yeah sure,” Virgil mumbled in reply. While he was keeping his eyes fixed downward, he didn’t appear to be truly distressed to Logan’s eyes. In fact, he could have sworn he saw a faint smile flicker across the other’s face.

Feeling content and very self-satisfied, Logan led the way to the theatre. He was going to see a movie he had been highly anticipating. He was accompanied by people he enjoyed spending time with. And best of all, he had finally made progress with Virgil. 

Perhaps, he found himself considering, glancing yet again at the other, we could even remain friends beyond the bounds of the project.

As he and Virgil settled down in the seats Patton and Roman has saved for them, the exact middle of the theatre as Patton had wanted, Logan let himself entertain the though further. Keeping his eyes discreetly fixed on Virgil, who was now curled up and absentmindedly eating popcorn as he watched the trailers. Yes, the thought of becoming friends was indeed quite a pleasant one.

Bonus! The conversation Roman and Patton have while waiting in the theatre:

Patton: So Virgil has quite the crush, doesn’t he?

Roman: Yeah, he’s pretty obvious about it. Has Logan figured it out?

Patton: Ah, Logan isn’t always the best with emotional and social, so no, he hasn’t. He thinks Virgil is afraid of him.

Roman: Well that’s better than what Virgil’s been worried about. He’s convinced Logan thinks he’s an idiot.

Patton: Oh no, he likes Virgil. That’s why he’s been trying to date him, even through he hasn’t figured out that’s what he’s been trying to do yet.

Roman: Ok, so these have been dates. I wasn’t sure.

Patton: Really? I didn’t think he was being that subtle.

Roman: Yes, but I have to rely on Virgil for information and he’s not the most reliable narrator when it comes to Logan.

Patton: That’s fair.

Misunderstandings

A/N: I’m sorry if there’s typos, it’s four in the morning and I just had to finish it! I hope y’all enjoy x

Word count: 4953 (looong)

After Zane had received notice that the group of five would have to move out by the end of their lease due partly to the numerous complaints from neighbours about noise and unnecessary disruptions but overall because of the 1,400 pounds of dry ice they had dumped into their pool, Toddy had the genius idea of throwing a celebratory party for all of the good times they’d experienced at their shared residence.  The boys were immediately on board and decided to throw the biggest party they’ve ever thrown before in remembrance of their soon to be ex-home. Invitations were sent out to anyone that’d ever spent time over at their house, and of course their friends as well as friends of friends. There was no doubt that this party was going to be one of the biggest their neighbourhood had ever seen from the vlog squads house yet, and you had the privilege of going.

You were fairly new to the group of friends, as you had only moved to California five months ago and had only just been welcomed into the group four months ago after you Toddy finally asked you out to lunch after bumping into each other at the gym on numerous occasions. At first you thought it was a date, which put you slightly on edge. Todd had taken you to a moderately empty café which looked as if it was created in the image of it being the perfect setting for a couple’s first date, and although it was lovely, it only made you feel even more awkward. Yes, Todd was undeniably cute and funny - never failing to make you laugh during work outs, but he wasn’t exactly your type. You liked Todd, which is why you agreed to go, but you just didn’t like him in that way, believe it or not.

Being alone with him made you feel uneasy, almost as if you were constantly on the edge of your seat; full high alert. You feared that if Todd did bring you out with the intent to date you, you dreaded that you would ultimately have to reject him, which only made you more uncomfortable as you didn’t want to ruin your first and only friendship in California.  A few had minutes passed and the two of you talked about the expected small talk topics. Such as how you were finding life in LA and whether or not you were settling in, but it wasn’t until four unfamiliar faces took up the empty seats at your table that you felt less uneasy, but more confused at the situation.

“Hey guys, I hope you don’t mind I brought a friend of mine from the gym to have lunch with us” Todd said in a rather chipper voice.

“Oh sure, yeah, ‘Friend’” The older man teased, which made you to laugh, half embarrassed at the unexpected comment. “I’m only kidding, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Jason” He said extending a hand out for you to shake it, which you did happily, all the while appreciating his humour and straightforward nature.

As Jason sat down everyone introduced themselves to you. Next was Scotty, you remember admiring the detail and mix of tattoos sprawled across his body, as well as the golden gleam he resonated when he smiled at you. Then it was Zane who you immediately felt welcomed with, because of his warm and inviting personality, it was if everything about him made you smile. You felt  home with these people, comfortable. It was like you were all old friends meeting up for the first time in a long time and they all made you feel this way. All except for Heath. Heath was the last person to introduce himself, and when your gaze met his your stomach did a backflip, your prior thoughts melted away into puddles, it was hard to believe you could feel this way by simply introducing themself.

The more you got to know Heath the more you started to like him. He was unquestionably funny and you loved the relationship he and Zane seemed to share. From that day on, whenever you and Toddy met up at the gym, he’d bring you along to lunch with the boys and soon from there, they invited you to come over and hang out. From that point on your friendship’s bloomed. You learned more about their vine careers as well as their youtube personalities and came to make even more friends, especially David, and Liza.

The days went by and you all became closer, you couldn’t thank Toddy enough for helping you settle into LA and making you feel welcome, although out of all of your new friends, you spent time with Zane and Heath the most. You even had the privilege of being apart of a few of their coffee talks, which you loved being apart of more than anything - they were certainly a lot more enjoyable than David’s pranks that’s for sure, but if you were honest with yourself, you spent as much time alone with Heath as you could. Even upon first meeting Heath you knew you liked him and the more time you spent with the even stronger your feelings grew, but you tried your hardest to ignore them. It was no secret that Heath had no shame in getting up close and personal with whoever, so whenever it seemed like he was flirting with you or treating you like he saw you as more than just a friend, you ignored it. To you, that was just Heath being Heath, nothing more, nothing less. Of course that little mantra didn’t help with the little heart aches you’d feel when the two of you were together.

Even though you were sure that Heath only saw you as a friend, when Scott invited you to their fair well party, Heath kept on asking you if you were going and seemed almost concerned when you teasingly hinted that you wouldn’t be even though you were. It was unlike Heath to be this paranoid, he was almost always badgering you about the subject, he would even offer to pick you up and drop you off  if that meant you coming to the party would be set in concrete. Every time he offered you’d always decline, assuring him that he had nothing to worry about as 'you wouldn’t miss it for the world’, then he’d sigh in relief and give you a look as though you had lifted the weight of the world off his heavy shoulders. Whenever he did this you couldn’t help but blush, he was so cute you almost wished he wouldn’t look at you that way, because it only made you fall harder.

The night of the party came quickly. You arrived a few hours early to help the boys set up their impressive array of food and alcohol choices, as well as hiding anything breakable from Christine. Zane was in charge of setting up the cheap 99c store decorations, Scott was tidying up the house, Todd was cleaning the pool area, Elton was setting up a safe space for Circa and you were in charge of setting up the food. As you continued to work you realised you hadn’t seen Heath anywhere. Part of the reason you came to the party was to spend time with him and he wasn’t there? Heath spent all that time assuring that you’d be here and he wasn’t even here? What game was Heath playing at?

“Hey, Zane?” You questioned sheepishly.

“Yeah, baby girl?” He replied sassily, keeping his focus on the decorations.

“Uh, you haven’t seen Heath around have you?”

“Um, I think he’s picking up a girl?”

You froze. 'A girl?’ you thought to yourself.

“Like, his girlfriend?” You asked, trying to sound calm.

“Maybe?” Zane stated uncertain, continuing to hang up random banners.

“Oh, okay, thanks” You thanked Zane and walked away.

You didn’t know how to feel. You congratulated yourself for not getting your hopes up, but that didn’t overweigh the feeling of disappointment that had overcome you. Of course Heath had a girlfriend, he probably wanted you to come to the party so he could introduce you to her, nothing more, nothing less. These thoughts swelled inside your head, you almost felt numb. You were supposed to be setting up the confectionaries but you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Even though you didn’t allow yourself to think that Heath had feelings for you, you always secretly hoped that he did, but now there was no chance of that happening.

“Hey, are you okay?” A familiar voice questioned you.

You snapped out of your daydream, only to look up and see Toddy looking down at you with a worried expression.

“Uh, y-yeah, just got lost in a daydream is all” You laughed and smiled to put Todd at ease.

“Really?” He wasn’t convinced.

“Yeah, totally” You continued to smile up at him.

“Okay, it’s just you looked a little sad when I walked in and you kinda just stayed in place for a while” Todd smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

“Oh - Yeah, nothing to worry about. Just a stupid daydream”

There was a brief moment of silence between the two of you. Todd looked at down at you and his eyes seemed to sparkle when he looked in your direction. His mouth sat sweetly in a charming smile which only caused you to smile in return.

“Well, uh, I’m done outside. Do you need any help here?” He gestured to the numerous unopened boxes of alcohol and snacks in front of you.

“Yeah, I’d like that”

The two of you were opening boxes and bags of drinks and snacks, but most of all you were laughing together. When you and Todd were together, your humour’s correlated perfectly. A lot of your jokes were fired quickly to which Todd could fire back just as fast, not to mention you absolutely loved how Todd could keep up with your banter. The two of you spoke for so long you lost track of time and by the time the two of you had finished your set up people started to arrive.

The night started off with a boom. The house was full almost immediately, to the point where some people had to hang out in the drive way of the house. The music was pumping and everyone was having the time of their lives. Todd had helped you get your mind off Heath and when David and Liza showed up, they only made you feel better. David had brought four 26 pound gummy snakes which drove everyone insane and with Gabbie and Liza dancing, everyone followed suit, needless to say you were having the time of your life, all until you spotted Heath.

At first you were excited, you had forgotten what had happened to make you sad, until you saw her. An unfamiliar blonde whom you’d never seen before was standing next to Heath, a little too close for your liking if you were honest. You immediately disliked her, it was petty but it’s how you felt, you weren’t going to deny that. You stood still in the middle of a room full of raving people. You were the anger in a sea of ecstatic people, but you didn’t care.

You then walked up to Zane Toddy and pulled the both of them backwards by their shoulders. You brought them back to the place you were standing, a spot in the middle of the dance floor where you could see Heath and the blonde conversing in the kitchen.

“y/n what hell?” Zane shouted drunkenly over the music.

“Do you guys know who she is?” You shouted back, almost as drunk.

“The blonde?” Todd asked.

“Yeah” you shouted in reply.

“Maybe it’s Heath’s girlfriend?” Todd replied.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought?” Zane commented.

“Haven’t they been going out for a while now?” Todd said, looking at Heath jokingly.

You fell silent. Todd must’ve noticed your mood drop as he immediately shouted back,

“I’m kidding, y/n!” Todd shouted

When you looked over again, Heath and the girl had disappeared. You were glad you didn’t have to watch them together anymore, but you were sad Heath was gone.

“Hey-” Zane said, looking down at you sympathetically. “Why don’t we go in the kitchen and get shit faced?” He continued, looking rather excited.

“Thanks, Zane” You smiled up at him, happily taking the arm he offered out to you with Toddy linking with your other arm.

It wasn’t long after that  that the party began to die down and people started to go home. The only people still hanging around were basically the all of those featured in any of the squad’s vlogs. You were still in the kitchen with Zane and Todd, although you were now joined by Elijah, David, Liza and Gabbie. Your conversations were quiet but rowdy all the same, with the main theme of conversation being the frat-party vibe you were getting from each other because of the seven of you drinking from red solo cups. It was chill, but you were still having a great time with your friends with your only worry being Christine, since she hadn’t done anything destructive all night, you were almost certain there was a storm of chaos brewing.

“So, y/n, have you thought about becoming a vlogger like the rest of us?” Elijah asked, taking another sip of his bear.

“What? no way? no one would watch me anyway” You laughed.

“Oh, shut the hell up, whenever you’re in my vlogs there are people down in the comments asking me when you’re gonna start your own channel” Zane shouted sassily.

“I’m only gonna admit it this one time but same here” David added, raising his hand in defeat.

You couldn’t help but blush at their support. You had thought about making your own channel but weren’t sure if you’d just be seen as a copy cat or some LA vlogger cliché.

“Same here” A familiar voice commented from behind David.

With one swift movement, Heath now stood across the space from you, between David and Todd. His eyes scanned the room to see who was occupying the space, and as soon as his eyes laid their sights on you, he stopped.

“Oh my god, y/n, I’ve been looking for you” Heath’s face lit up, but it wasn’t enough for you to hold back the bitterness that’d been brewing inside you the entire night.

“Oh you have, have you?” Your words had bite, with the attention to sting the person they were directed at, and by the looks of it, it worked.

Heath’s smile faded into a look of confusion, with the entirety of the room looking between the two of you, in absolute awe at the tension that had just built up between you and Heath.

“Uh, y-yeah, I was-” Heath paused, “You look absolutely amazing by the way” He laughed nervously, red tinting his cheeks ever so slightly.

You had planned on given Heath the cold shoulder, but due to his nervous fumbling compliment your mouth scrunched up as you tried to hold back your smile, but to no avail, you just couldn’t fight it. In return, Heath’s face lit up once more, flashing that million dollar smile that you had been waiting to admire the entire night.

“So, how’s it going in here guys-” Before Heath could finish his sentence, Christine came bursting into the kitchen. Pushing past Heath and David and running up to Elijah who was leaning on the counter space next to you. Christine’s spontaneous entry startled you, but it was nothing you hadn’t witnessed before, you were only worried about what came next.

“ELIJAH, ELIJAH!” Christine shouted urgently, grabbing Elijah by the shoulder.

“What the fuck, Christine? What do you want?” Elijah spat his words at her sourly, but it didn’t seem to phase her.

“I have to- I have to show you this cool thing I found” Christine explain, her words slurred. She was now forcefully pulling at Elijah’s arm, signaling for him to follow her, but he protested.

“Christine, I’m not interested in whatever 'cool’ thing you found at our friends’ house” Elijah stated bluntly, trying to keep his ground in the spot he was occupying.

The two of them were now playing tug-of-war with one another, Elijah was at a slight advantage as he wasn’t as out of it as Christine was. Everyone in the area began to smile and laugh at the shenanigans now occurring in the tiny kitchen space. Phones were brought out and videos were being recorded, only to be pasted to Instagram and Snapchat seconds later. Needless to say you found Elijah and Christine’s relationship amusing, all until Christine finally managed to pull Elijah away from the kitchen, only he had bumped into your arm forcefully in the process. The bump caused your arm to jolt towards you, and the contents of your red solo cup came out with it, covering you in keg grade alcohol. You sat there on the counter, looking down at the mess that had now been sprawled out across some of your best clothing, your mouth gapping open slightly in surprise.

Everyone looked at you concerned and awkward, awaiting your reaction nervously. After a few seconds, you sat up straight and looked forward.

“I’m surprised to say that I never thought I’d be the victim of one of Christine’s drunken antics” You sniggered and laughed at everyone’s surprised and relieved facials. You could tell everyone was expecting a chaotic reaction but what you delivered is what kept the night alive and well.

“Jesus, I thought you were gonna freak out!” Liza said through laughter.

“I thought the exact same thing, I was actually a little terrified” Zane added, struggling to stop his laughter.

“Ooooh but your cute outfit though” Gabbie commented, jokingly frowning.

“Here,” Toddy said removing his shirt from his toned frame, “You can wear my shirt” Todd handed you his shirt and then winked at you flirtatiously, causing gossiping whispers and cheers to break out within the group.

“Uh, thanks, Todd-” You blushed laughing.

“You know I can take you to my room and you can change” Heath interjected seriously, his expression differing from the rest of the group.

“Wait, really?” Heath’s offer surprised you more than his expression, as he didn’t usually let just anyone in his room.

“Yeah, I mean, you don’t wanna wear Toddy’s shirt. He’s drunk and he’s been wearing it all day. I’ll open my closet and you can change into whatever” Heath explained trying to sound nonchalant, earning suspiciously smug looks from everyone who heard.

“Sure,” You said simply.

“Okay, let’s go.” Heath said placing his beer on the counter, leading you to his bedroom.

When you got to Heath’s room you could hear the muffled music through the walls. The light flickered on slowly, illuminating the room dimly, revealing an unexpectedly well-kept room.

“Sorry about the lighting, I think I gotta buy a new bulb,” Heath said, walking over to his mirrored closet.

“It’s cool, I don’t mind” You said, shooting Heath a warm grin. He looked away, looking slightly flushed.

Heath opens the closet doors dramatically, revealing an array of hung up shirts and jackets.

“Uh, so you can pick our a shirt or a hoodie and I’ll see if Kristen has any shorts or pants you can wear.” Heath smiled.

When Heath left you could feel yourself heat up. You were alone in his room, and it just felt so right to be there. You like the simplicity of his decoration and the organisation of his wardrobe as  you gradually looked through the numerous shirts and hoodies Heath owned. After a few minutes of browsing your choices, you found it. The simple black shirt that Heath always wore. You loved it when he wore this shirt as it hugged him in all the right places and would often, accentuate the bulk of his biceps.

You checked your surroundings to make sure it was safe to remove you clothing - clear. You removed your alcohol soaked clothes and checked to see if it’d left a scent on you, which it had, but it was nothing a little cologne or perfume couldn’t fix. You threw on Heath’s shirt which draped over you nicely, it filled you with delight when you noticed his shirt stilled smelled of him.

You put on your thigh high boots and began to admire yourself in Heath’s mirror. You couldn’t help it, this shirt really did look good on you, especially paired with your boots. You began looking at yourself from different angles, completely enthralled by your simple but cute outfit.

“I really do look cute” You complimented yourself.

You were still in front of the mirror when Heath walked in with a pair of black white striped shorts.

“Kristen thought that these might be more-” Heath paused when he looked up at you, his eyes hungrily eating at your image, taking in every inch of you. “-your style.” he continued, still stunned.

“Is it too much? I can change into something else or-” You mumbled.

“No, no it’s fine just- wow, I never thought I’d have someone else wearing my favourite shirt” Heath laughed.

You were still apprehensive, averting your stare to the floor.

“-and look this good in it” He smirked.

Your head shot up with a jolt, you weren’t expecting to hear, let alone from Heath.

“You think so?”

“Hell yeah, baby”

Heath then walked over to you with a sly smirk on his face as his eyes devoured you, getting more and more in-depth visuals with every step he took towards you.

“Here.” He said, handing you the shorts.

“Thanks, cowboy” You replied, playfully flicking his cowboy hat.

The shorts were a little bot smaller than your usual size, but they fit nonetheless. You tucked the front of the shirt loosely into the hem of the shorts and your new outfit was complete, and not to be bashful, you looked good, and Heath knew it. You turned to look at him, but he didn’t react. He had sat down on the black leather couch across the room, leaning back relaxed, watching the way your body moved. You’d never seen Heath look at you the way he was now. His eyes were drowned in lust as he took in every inch of your figure.

“Heath?” His head shot up, his body following suit. Your voice had pulled him back to reality.

“U-uh, you can keep your clothes here and I can wash 'em for you” He laughed nervously, desperately trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Heath” You said just as nervous.

The room filled with an awkward silence as Heath stood on one side of the room with you directly across from him. Your mind raced and your heart pounded, you’d never been alone with Heath in his room before. If anything this was the perfect opportunity for either of you to make a move, but you were hesitant. You weren’t sure if Zane and Todd were joking about Heath’s mysterious unknown girlfriend or not, so you didn’t want to make a move and have the rumour be true, consequently ruining yours and Heath’s relationship. As time past the silence became progressively more deafening. You were both lost for words.

“Hey-” Heath spoke, finally breaking the silence, “-I’m really glad you came tonight.” Heath said, taking small steps towards you.

“I told you I would be, didn’t I?” You responded teasingly, standing your ground, waiting for Heath to come to you.

“You did, I’m just happy you’re here, y/n. With me.”

You and Heath were now inches apart from each other. Your face was burning hot and you felt as if your feet were cemented in place; you couldn’t move even if you’re life depended on it. Your heart rate increased rapidly, you could feel it beating in your chest. It was so strong, you feared Heath could hear it.

“What’re you doing?” You question, keeping your attention to the floor. You couldn’t bear to look him in the eye.

“Nothing, just that you wearing my shirt is driving me crazy” He said lowly, slowly raising his hand to your cheek, caressing it tenderly with his thumb.

You held his hand in place and leaned into his touch. His other hand then rested on your hip, pulling you closer into him.

“Heath I-” You were hesitant to confess, even though this was the prime time to do so. You knew what was happening but it all felt like a complete fantasy. You had dreamed of this moment since the day you met Heath, but now that it was happening it all felt so surreal.

“It’s okay, baby” Heath whispered.

He ran his through from your cheek to your hair, and you snaked your arms behind his neck and did the same, the both of you pulling one another closer. Your breaths became heavy, your heart beats beating in time, you could stand the suspense, although still apprehensive to make a move of your own. Heath then leaned down to the base of your neck and left a trail of vehement kisses leading up your neck, stopping just below your jaw bone to leave a teasingly passionate hickey. You held back moans, gripping at Heaths hair to control yourself, but he pushed you over the edge; your moan only making him nip at your sensitive skin harder.

After leaving his mark, Heath came up for air. He was breathing heavily and you did the same, it was simple but intense. Passionate. Everything you’d dreamed of and more. As Heath caught his breath, you finally looked into each other’s eyes and it was clear what was coming next.

“I’ve been waiting for this ever since I met you” He breathed.

“Shut up”

You crashed your lips into Heath’s, engulfing each other in a drunken haze of passion and lust. As expected, Heath tasted of cigarettes and alcohol and it didn’t bother you in the slightest. Your mind was racing and everything melted away. Nothing mattered to you in that moment, not until the question scratched at the back of your mind - Heath’s girlfriend.

Even though you didn’t want to, you pushed Heath away. He looked at you worried and confused, concerned that he may have done something to hurt you.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something-”

“No it’s not that just-” You spoke frantically “W-what about your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend?!” Heath shouted, seemingly surprised.

At that moment, Heath’s lightbulb gave out with a loud pop. The two of you were masked by darkness.

“Oh fuck- it’s okay I got it” Heath said fumbling around, feeling for his room lamp.

You knew Heath’s room well enough to know where the lamp was yourself, in your awkward state you attempted to find Heath’s lamp as well just so you could do something, other than stand there in the night.

Heath found the light a mere second before you did, in the confusion, you bumped into Heath’s frame causing the two of you to fumble around, trying to regain your balance’s. Heath fell backward onto his bed, pulling you down with him. You landed on top of his chest, coincidentally butting your foreheads together. You groaned in pain and laid your head on Heath’s chest. Although it was unnecessary and your intimate connection ended abruptly, you began to laugh, as did Heath as he too understood the stupidity of the situation.

When you calmed down, you lifted your head up to look at Heath, smiling giddily.

“What are we doing?” You laughed, looking down into Heath’s mesmerizing eyes.

“We? What’re you doing, baby? I don’t got no damn girlfriend” Heath laughed.

“But Zane and Toddy were telling me-”

“Ugh, of course it was - fuck!” Heath then sat up, causing you to straddle him in the process, resting your hands on his shoulders with Heath holding your hips for support.

“What’re you talking about?”

“Those two knew that I liked you and kept telling me that you liked me. I didn’t believe them, so they obviously tried to wingman” Heath looked away embarrassed.

“I swear- Then why weren’t you at the house helping us set up?” You looked down at him puzzled.

“I was picking up Meghan, y'know, the one I told you about?”

That name clicked. Heath had talked about you meeting Meghan for weeks, he was so excited whenever he talked about it, he always spoke about how well the two of you would get along and how much he couldn’t wait for you to meet her. From those memories, it all fell into place.

“Oooooooh” You blushed, you now understood what was going on.

“Yeeeeeeeeah” Heath dragged.

“So, that blonde you were with, that was-”

“Yep”

“So, you don’t have a-”

“Nope” He smiled up at you, adoring how cute you were being.

“Ugh, I feel so stupid” You said, resting your forehead on Heath’s.

“Y'know, I don’t have a girlfriend but-”

“Yeah” You smiled.

“But, y'know, if you wanted to you could maybe-” He scratched the back of his head nervously.

“Uh-huh” You could feel the excitement bubbling inside you.

“Ugh, fuck it, will you go out with me?”

“Very straight forward, baby” You teased.

“Is that a yes” He smiled wide.

“That’s a yes” You smiled just as wide.

The two of you embraced in a long awaited kiss, unsure of whether or not the two of you wanted to return to the party, preferring to spend the night alone together for the first time. After all, you’d been waiting this long, might as well take advantage of your ‘last’ night in the old house by spending it with your baby, Heath.

evensdramaticshenanigans  asked:

Okay it would be super cool, if you're up for it of course, if you wrote something about a conversation happening between Isak and Eskikd in which Eskild approaches Isak after seeing his most recent instagram post and basically gets all mushy and tells Isak how proud of him he is and how far he's come in such a short amount of time.

:)

—————-

There is a science to cooking, Isak thinks and stares at the boiling water and then to the pasta box in his hand. A science.

It’s a science he is just never going to learn. But he has to try, right? For Even, who cooks almost all of the meals, even if Isak does the laundry as payment. And he gives great blow jobs and he takes half the time Even does in the shower; so maybe it’s only fair that Even cooks all of the meals. 

Nevertheless he shuffles a little closer to the pot of boiling water and moves to tip the box just a bit-

“Isak,” Even calls from their bed, “Phone!”

Isak jerks the box of pasta away and steps back, practically tossing the food to the opposite counter. He shrugs and whispers, “shame” before peeking his head into the bedroom. “For me?”

Even gestures to his cell phone, where a picture of Eskild in a bright blue feather boa is displayed. Isak points to the kitchen and gives Even a bright, cheesy smile. Even rolls his eyes, but climbs off the bed to salvage what ever is going on in the kitchen.

“Eskild,” Isak greets, “Great timing, Guru o’ mine.”

There is a sniffle on the other line and then a loud, “You make me so proud!”

Isak takes the phone away from his ear and stares at it, then puts it back, “I do?”

“Your Insta pic,” he clarifies wetly, “God Isak, when I met you, you flinched away because I had on nail polish. You refused to say whether you found a guy hot. You refused to listen to Madonna with me. And now you are so happy and soft with a boyfriend and a new apartment. I’m just so happy.”

Isak blinks, “I’m not soft.”

“The softest boy in the world.” Eskild lets out a laugh, “I’m sorry I just saw your post and I miss you. Stinky little boy parts and everything.”

There was a smile playing on the corner of Isak’s lips and a stinging in the back of his eyes. God, Eskild makes him so-

“I miss you too,” Isak mutters, clearing his throat, “You should um, come to dinner. With Even and I? And maybe we could… talk about the Pride Parade?”

There is a wail on the other line and Isak waits patiently for Eskild to come back to himself. He did after a few minutes, “Yeah. Yes. Si. Let’s absolutely do that.”

“Awesome,” Isak lowers his voice, “Okay yeah. Now i have to go right now or i might get emotional and I hate that. But I will, uh, see you soon.”

Everyone Loves a Wedding

Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

Trope-Tastic: Tadashi + 2. Fake dating/married turns into real dating. 


“We’re best friends, right?” Tadashi asked you, swiveling around in his desk chair to face you.

“Of course we are!” You said, looking up from one of his old comic books.

“So that means we do huge favors for one another if they need them, right?” He asked, giving you one of his sweetest smiles.

You put down the book and got off his bed. “What are you up to, Hamada?”

“Nothing bad!” He reassured.

“Uh huh, sure. Out with it, then. What’s going on?” You pressed, both curious and a little scared.

“Well…my second cousin Hana is getting married, and Cass, Hiro and I were invited.” Tadashi explained.

“Okay…?” You said, still unsure of what that had to do with you.

“I was, um, I was hoping you’d come with me as my plus one and…pretend to be my girlfriend.” He asked, sheepishly.

“What? Why?”

“Last year at the family reunion, Great Aunt Martha and Cousin Agatha were trying to set me up their friends’ and neighbors’ granddaughters and stuff. I want to avoid that as best I can. Plus, I want you to meet my family.” He explained with an apologetic smile.

“Isn’t this a little extreme? Can’t you just say you don’t want to be set up with anyone?” You asked.

“You haven’t met Great Aunt Martha. It’s impossible. It’ll be really fun, I promise. Food, dancing, a weekend away, you love all that. Please?” He pleaded, grabbing your hands and giving you his best puppy stare.

Keeping your best poker face, you considered the offer for a moment. He made a great point about you loving weddings, but…would you be able to stand it? Keeping your feelings for Tadashi hidden had become hard enough since the day you realized you loved him. You weren’t entirely confident you could make it the weekend without getting caught up in the whole thing and ending up hurt.

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Pinky Promise: a Josh Dun fanfic

Y/N: Okay this might not be factually accurate but again, it’s called (fan)fiction for a reason. But I did have a little fun with the formatting and structure of this one so I hope you like it!!! super fluffy stuff!

emute28 said:
Could you do Josh x reader when they were friends when they were little kids and Josh had crush on reader.Josh star touring and some how forgot about reader and they met like after 10 years?:) By the way you are amazing writer :)

*gender neutral, warning: fluff overload lol jk


KINDERGARTEN

“Three, two, one. Ready or not, here I come!” Josh’s voice echoed throughout the house. You giggled, trying to stifle your laughter as you crouched down even lower into the laundry basket, the weight of a sweatshirt draped over your head drooping ever so slightly as to block your vision. It was uncomfortable, but by far, probably one of the best hiding places you’ve picked. Spending time with Josh was one of your favorite past times. Every single day after kindergarten, you’d ride home with Josh and his mom and spend time with him coloring with crayons, eating milk and cookies, or in this case, challenging each other at a game of hide and seek. It wasn’t long before he was shouting your name desperately, sure he had lost you for good. “Y/n! I give up! Please come back!”

“Fine!” your small voice shouted out. You poked your head out of the laundry basket just in time to see him race into the room, panting for breath, desperate expression fading away and replaced by a hopeful one.

“Thank goodness!” he sighed, running over to you and picking you up out of the laundry basket, giggling. “I thought I lost you for good, y/n.”

“Nah,” you shook your head with a smile. “I’m just really good at hiding.”

“Don’t be too good,” he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’d be really lonely without you.”

“I won’t leave you,” you rolled your eyes, picking the sweatshirt up off of your head and tossing it back into the laundry basket. “We’re best friends forever, remember?”

“Pinky promise?” he raised his eyebrows, reaching out his hand and sticking out his pinky.

“Pinky promise,” you grinned, linking his with yours and giving it a good shake. Your kindergarten teacher had taught your class a couple days ago that pinky promises were the most powerful promises there were. Ever since, you and Josh had sealed every deal with a pinky promise. It was like your own little personal handshake.


THIRD GRADE

Everyone was supposed to stay in their seats. Your teacher had specifically told you that you’re not allowed to leave your table. You were all instructed to cut out hearts from the red, pink, and white construction paper, pick up a chocolate and tuck it in between the paper, and write who it was for and who it was from in pretty perfect cursive on the front with a silver marker. So you were probably on your fifth valentine when your best friend Josh came walking over to your table, sitting down beside you with a pink valentine in his lap. “Josh,” you hissed, staring at him. “What are you doing? You’re going to get in trouble! Go back to your seat!”

“I have to give you something,” he mumbled, fidgeting with the piece of paper between his fingers. His brown eyes started up into yours and you forgot about the possibility of getting in trouble for a split second. You looked down at the valentine in his hands and then flickered your eyes back up to his, letting out a soft laugh.

“We’re not allowed to hand them out until tomorrow,” you reminded. “Remember? When Valentine’s Day actually is?”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking around nervously. “I just um, it couldn’t wait.”

“Really?” you looked at him, confused.

“I kind of wanted to tell you a while ago,” he shrugged. “I thought maybe right now would be a good time.”

“Okay,” you decided, watching as he handed you the pink heart and you unfolded it carefully. There, written in his usual all capital letters rather than the loopy fancy cursive, was his words. (Dear y/n, I really like you. I was hoping maybe you liked me too? It’s okay if we stay friends though. I just thought you should know. Xoxo, Josh.) Noticing he had picked out your favorite chocolate from the selection and tucked three pieces in between the pink paper, you smiled before looking up at him again, noticing how scared he was. He was fiddling his thumbs, biting his lower lip, eyes darting around the room anxiously.

“So, um, uh…” he stuttered out, not even able to string together a sentence of words.

“Hey,” you put a hand on his shoulder. “I like you too.”

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “You’re my best friend forever. Remember?”

“Oh,” his face fell. Why did he look so sad? He was your favorite friend. You had just told him this, too. “Yeah. We are.”

“What? Do you think I’m lying?” you tilted your head to the side, frowning. “I really do like you.”

“Pinky promise?” he whispered, eyes still full of uncertainty.

“Pinky promise,” you reassured, hooking his pinky with yours.

“Thank you,” he laughed.

“No problem,” you grinned, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, which surprised him completely. “Now get back to your seat before you get in trouble, silly.”

“Yeah,” he blushed, trying to hide a smile before rushing over back to his seat. Little did you know, it was Josh’s best day of his life yet.


SIXTH GRADE

As soon as the poster for the middle school Winter Wonderland dance was put up, your heart fluttered in your chest. Who the heck was going to take you? You barely even had any friends at your new middle school, and sure, you talked to your best friend Josh still, but mainly because he was just in your neighborhood. You had sort of forgotten about each other ever since middle school started, and grew distant, especially since you went to different schools. So a day before the school dance, absolutely desperate for a date, you nervously walked over to his house, poster clutched in hand. Right as soon as you were about to knock on the door, to your surprise, the door swung open and you backed away, startled. “Oh,” Josh’s eyes went wide, realizing you were right there. The two of you burst into giggles, then he opened the door even wider, his eyes darting to the paper held in your hand as your eyes realized he was holding a paper in his. “Uh, I was just about to head over to your house actually.”

“That’s funny,” you gave a small laugh. “Looks like I beat you to it.”

“Yeah,” he nodded slowly. He looked nervous, the same unsure eyes, lower lip bite, fiddling thumbs, anxious expression on his face. You had known Josh for years, and by now, knew very well he had horrible anxiety. You put a hand on his shoulder, something you’d learned that sort of helped him breathe a little better.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“Uh, you can um, come inside,” he decided, ushering you in and letting you sit on the couch. When you got there, he sat next to you, taking a deep breath before unfolding the piece of paper in his hand and showing you. “So there’s this dance tomorrow and I know I’m sort of asking last minute, but everyone in the grade is going and I don’t really have a date and uh, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me maybe?”

“That’s what I was going to ask,” you chuckled, showing him your poster. “Looks like both of our dances are on the same day.”

“Well uh, maybe we don’t have to go to a dance at all,” he shrugged. “Maybe we can just get some milk and Oreos, come to my house, watch a movie?”

“That sounds a lot better than a school dance,” you admitted. “I don’t really care for social situations. Or dancing. Or people.”

“Me either,” he agreed.

“It’s a plan,” you grinned.

“Pinky promise?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?” you wondered. “Oh gosh, I almost forgot about that.”

“How could you forget?” he chuckled.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “It’s been a while since we’ve hung out I guess.”

“Yeah,” he frowned. “So let’s make up for lost time tomorrow night then?”

“Definitely,” you smiled, hooking your pinky with his. “Pinky promise.”


HIGH SCHOOL

Research papers, finals week, the end of the semester, standardized testing, all of it was getting to you. It was four in the morning and you had gone three days now without sleep, your bloodshot eyes staring at a computer screen for who knows how many hours now, the seventh empty cup of coffee sitting beside you, an empty bottle of caffeine pills rolling off the bed, and you just about to lose your mind. If this is how high school was, you couldn’t imagine college. So you brushed off the mess of papers and pencils from off your lap and walked outside, deciding to clear your head on a long walk. You started down your sidewalk, when all of a sudden, you felt something hit you in the back of your head. You did a double take, looking behind you, but finding nothing. Hell, as sleep deprived as you were, you wouldn’t be surprised if you were hallucinating or making things up. You began to walk down the sidewalk again when you felt something hit your back, and you looked behind you to hear a voice whisper your name from… above? Yeah, you must definitely be going insane. But you heard it again. “Y/n! Up here!” You turned around and looked up, blinking twice when you saw Josh outside of his open window, waving at you. “Don’t make me have to throw another eraser at you.”

“Is that what those were?” you scowled, looking at the ground and realizing that indeed, that’s what had caught your attention.

“Come here,” he beckoned. “I’m dying of boredom and I haven’t seen you since sixth grade.”

“Fine,” you complied with a smile.

“I’ll open up the back door,” he decided. You walked over to the backyard of his house and watched as he was waiting at the door, opening it up and ushering you inside, letting you up in his bedroom. When he finally closed the door and you sat beside him on his bed.

“Woah,” you laughed, looking at him.

“What?” he raised an eyebrow.

“You got gages,” you smiled. “And a nose ring.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Yeah. Pretty sick, huh?”

“I think it’s cool,” you nodded. “It’s been a while. What are you up to?”

“Studying,” he groaned, showing you the plethora of textbooks and notebooks that scattered his floor. “Judging by the dark rings around your eyes I’m guessing you’ve been doing the same?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Geez, I haven’t talked to you in forever.”

“I know,” he frowned. “I miss you. A lot.”

“Me too,” you agreed. “Hell, before we know it, we’ll both be in college.”

“That’s a scary thought,” his eyes grew wide. “It feels like just yesterday we were playing hide and seek in kindergarten.”

“I remember those days,” you chuckled. There were a couple seconds of silence before you decided to speak up again. “Hey, are we still going to be best friends after high school? I mean, we don’t talk anymore, and I know we’ve kind of grew distant but-”

“Y/n,” Josh laughed. “Are you crazy? Come on, we’re best friends forever. Remember?”

“Oh yeah,” you rolled your eyes. “Want to pinky promise?”

“Sure,” he giggled, hooking his pinky with yours and giving it a shake before meeting his gaze with yours. “But uh, I think maybe we’re getting a little old for pinky promises.”

“What do you mean?” you wondered, confused.

“I think we should come up with a different way of sealing promises,” he shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe, uh, a little of this?”

“A little of wha- oh woah!” you began to ask when he leaned in to kiss you. His lips pressed against yours and when he pulled away, you were both bright red, wide eyes, staring at each other. “Woah.”

“I really like you,” he whispered.

“Me too,” you gave a nervous smile. “But uh, I think I need to um, get back to studying. I have a research paper due tomorrow and some tests and I just…”

“It’s okay,” he nodded, turning sort of shy, not sure how to react. “Um, good luck.”

“Yeah,” you took a deep breath. “You too.”

Leaving the room, and then the house, walking down the sidewalk, you weren’t sure how to feel. Maybe you overreacted, maybe you should go back and apologize, maybe you should’ve at least kissed him back. It wasn’t like you didn’t like it, fuck, you loved it. You wanted more, but you couldn’t. Josh was your best friend forever, your pinky promise, your childhood crush. It would never escalate to anything more than that, right? You shook those thoughts out of your head, thinking maybe he just wasn’t thinking right, maybe this was just another crazy hallucination, maybe this was just even a dream, or just the sleep deprivation getting to you. Either way, you decided to go home, give up on homework, take a nap, and let all that happened fade away. That was the last time you talked to Josh since graduating college.


AFTER COLLEGE

Not to over exaggerate or anything, but your job actually sucked. After working your ass off in high school, getting a handful of years at college, and earning a degree, you were still stuck in your hometown working at a cheap coffee place making just a little more than minimum wage. You wished you could find a better job, or at least move out, but that costed who knows how much money, and you were still in student debt. It was a slow day, and you grew tired of staring at the empty atmosphere of the hotel, so you decided to get out from behind the counter and take a seat. You snatched a newspaper off the rack, made yourself a cup of coffee, and then sat down, flinging open the newspaper and starting to read. It was just the usual stories. Someone attempted to rob a nearby bank, a local bakery was closing down, there was a house fire a couple miles away, nothing much. You flipped the page, not really sure what to expect, but what you found absolutely blew you away. There he was, on a picture probably bigger than your thumb, memorable shining smile and those adorable squinty eyes, in your town newspaper. You read the headline: “Twenty One Pilots #1 on Top Charts.” Your eyes widened, staring more closely at the newspaper and doing a double take. Sure he looked different, but it was still him.

“Twenty One Pilots, consisting of band members Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun, a musical duo from Columbus, Ohio place number one on the Billboard Top Charts this week,” you read aloud. “Their hit single Stressed Out has soared to the top of the charts and instantly become a worldwide favorite. With their eerie melody, unique lyrics, and strange vibe, the duo’s new album Blurryface has also skyrocketed up the charts, giving them a newfound recognition and reputation within the music industry. With Joseph’s profound delivery of lyrics and Dun’s steady beat on the drums, combined, they create an absolutely irresistible record that will be sure to get you singing along.”

“What are you mumbling about?” one of your coworkers snapped. “You look like you just found the cure for cancer or something.”

“No, no,” you laughed. “Uh, one of my childhood friends, he’s in this band.”

“Twenty One Pilots?” they raised an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you’re just now hearing about this. They’ve been playing nonstop on the radio for the past couple weeks.”

“I don’t listen to the radio,” you narrowed your eyes.

“They’re on tour right now,” they explained. “If I’m right, they’re coming here in about a week I think. They’re sold out.”

“Shit,” you frowned. “I was hoping to talk to him.”

“Well if you’re friends like you say, just hit him up,” they shrugged. “I’m sure he’d be able to get you in. Which one is he? Tyler or Josh?”

“Josh,” you explained. “We went to elementary school together.”

“Wow, must’ve been a real long time then,” they raised their eyebrows.

“Not really,” you shrugged. “We still talked in high school a little bit.”

“Ah, I see,” they nodded their head slowly. “Well I wish you luck and all, but there’s some stuff that’s got to be done around here. No time for coffee breaks just yet. Just because we don’t have customers doesn’t mean we don’t have cleaning to do.”

“Right,” you sighed. “Just give me a minute, I want to finish this article. Cool?”

“Sure thing,” they decided.

The next couple days, your mind was spinning. You had looked up all you could about this band. In fact, you couldn’t even believe it was real. Although you had sort of forgotten about Josh in college, you hadn’t forgotten about your entire childhood with him. You remembered all the hide and seek games during kindergarten, the constant flirting in grade school, skipping out on the dance and cuddling with a movie in middle school, and even your awkward kiss in high school. You quickly learned about how famous they had become, listened to some of the music, which was actually extremely amazing, and watched a couple interviews. Some things about him had changed. He wasn’t as nervous as he used to be, he had dyed his hair different colors, he had lost the nose ring, and he was definitely more confident and looked happier. But some things about him never changed, such as his sunshine smile, the way his eyes crinkled up when he got happy, his little laugh, the way he stared into space when he was trying to think, the lower lip biting, the small things that made you fall in love with him. Hell, he hadn’t even told you he loved you, and you hadn’t done the same. He probably actually hated you, especially after everything that happened, how you ran away after he kissed you, how you ignored him after all those years, how it was like you just flushed every single pinky promise down the drain.

So you told yourself to forget about him. Even when you heard one of the songs play in the coffee shop, even when his face showed up on the front page of the newspaper, even when you saw a customer come in wearing one of his band’s t-shirts, you told yourself to forget. You forced yourself too. Your insecurities and doubt ate you up, convincing you that he didn’t want to talk to you, that he probably forgot about you a long time ago, how those stupid pinky promises were just figments of your imagination. You prepared yourself for the worst. You thought he’d never talk to you again. You thought he’d forgotten about you. You thought he was officially out of your life. And when you expected it the least, that’s when everything got flipped upside down.


YESTERDAY

As soon as he walked into the coffee shop, you wanted to disappear. Shrink, hide, just plain teleport out of there, anything to keep him from seeing you. It had been so long, and it had ended on such an awkward note, you felt like it would just be extremely strange to talk to him again. Much less, he was famous now. Hell, he probably met so many other people and went so many different places he wouldn’t even remember you. Wasn’t he dating Debby Ryan anyways? Oh right, you weren’t supposed to know that, you just happened to accidentally discover that when you were high key stalking him online. Ugh, sometimes you hated yourself. You were almost about to make a bee line to the drive thru line when your coworker pushed you towards the cash register. “This one’s yours,” they hinted.

“Fine,” you glared at them, turning around and not ready for when you came face to face with him, the only thing separating you being the counter. You swallowed nervously, looking around before meeting his eyes with yours. Ha, and he was supposed to be the one with anxiety. “Welcome to the café. What would you like to order?”

His colorful dyed hair, those dark cocoa brown eyes, the way he wore a backwards snapback, the X-Files tank top, his gages, even the way his lips tugged up at the side and he tilted his head, it made your stomach fill with butterflies. You couldn’t lie, you missed him. He had changed, but he was still Josh. “You don’t remember me?” he frowned, eyes as if they were trying to search for something in yours. “Come on, y/n.”

“It’s been a while,” you sighed.

“It always is,” he rolled his eyes. “These days, anyways.”

“Look at you,” you pointed out. “You’re basically a celebrity now.”

“Me?” he laughed. “Nah, I’m just another dude from Ohio.”

“Sure,” you gave a small smile. “So what would you like to order?”

“I’ll take a black coffee,” he shrugged. “Something simple, you know?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“But more importantly,” he cleared his throat. “I was wondering if maybe I could have dinner with you.”

“With me?” you raised an eyebrow. “Hell, why would you ever want that?”

“Y/n,” he narrowed his eyes. “I’d love that. It’s been so long.”

“Yeah, but I mean, I don’t know. You could literally have dinner with anyone in the entire world you wanted. You’re famous now,” you explained. “Why me?”

“You make it seem like I’m not even human anymore,” he rolled his eyes. “Come on. I’d love to catch up. Isn’t that our thing now? Not talk to each other for a million years and then all of a sudden pick up where we left off?”

“Pick up where we left off?” you repeated. “I believe that was a kiss.”

“Yeah,” he smirked. “It was.”

“You really want to pick up there?” you laughed.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he winked. “No, but really y/n. We should talk.”

“I missed you,” you admitted.

“I always miss you,” he told you. “You’re my best friend forever, remember?”

“How could I forget?” you chuckled. “But hey, how’d Tyler feel about that? It looks like he’s been your replacement best friend lately.”

“You were there before Tyler,” he whispered playfully. “And he’s my best friend. You’re my forever. Don’t forget that.” You both shared a moment of laughter for a second.

“So later, um, is that a dinner or…” your voice trailed off.

“Date?” he finished.

“I’m good either way,” you shrugged. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date though.”

“We never really dated before, have we?” he wondered.

“No,” you shook your head. “We haven’t actually.”

“I think we should give it a shot,” he grinned. “You?”

“I’m up for that,” you agreed. “Later this afternoon work for you?”

“That’s perfect,” he replied. “I’ll see you then.”

“Pinky promise?” you asked, smile curling up on your lips as you reached out your pinky to meet his.

“Pinky promise,” he burst out laughing. “Always and forever.”


TODAY

When you woke up, there were warm arms wrapped around you. The ghost of his lips pressed against your neck, the whisper of his words lingering in your mind, his dark eyes envisioned in your mind as you close yours. You fluttered opened your eyelids and yawned, turning around to face him. He smiled and you frowned. “You’ve been up this entire time?” you scowled.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You’re cute when you snore.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes. “Don’t you have a show tonight?”

“Tonight,” he reminded. “I still have the entire morning to spend with you.”

“Won’t Tyler be wondering where you disappeared to?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Nah, he doesn’t need to know,” he reassured. “It’s just you and me right now, y/n.”

“Thank you,” you whispered. “For last night.”

“Anytime,” he smiled. “You know I’m always up for a tub of ice cream, a Disney movie, and a deep conversation.”

“Don’t forget cuddling,” you reminded.

“I never forget cuddling,” he sighed. “Who do you think I am?”

“Hey Josh?” you barely whispered. “Can I tell you something crazy?”

“Well knowing that you’re a crazy person, I assume everything you say is crazy,” he teased.

“Hey!” you giggled, playfully shoving him away. He captured you in his arms, pulling you closer towards him and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Yes, you can tell me anything,” he reassured.

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and then opened them, looking into his. There was something you read online once, something about how people’s eyes never change since the day they were born. That’s why babies’ eyes look so big, because their size doesn’t increase or decrease. The eyeball is the only organism that doesn’t grow from birth. It was something peculiar to think about, especially at then at all times and places, but you couldn’t help it. His eyes were something you had fallen in love with the first time you met them. You saw how big and full of concern they grew when he was worried, how they darted around the room when he was nervous, how they grew soft when he was sleepy, how dark and intense they could become when he was concentrated. But most importantly, you loved the way they became all squinty when he smiled. It meant he was happy, and more than anything, you wanted him to be happy. “I know this is long overdue,” you began. “But um…”

“Yeah?” he wondered, looking at you, the anticipation hanging thick in the air.

“I love you,” you told him. “I always have, Josh.”

“Really?” he asked. There was a pause. “Even when you ran away that night? The first time I kissed you? In high school?”

“Even then,” you nodded. “I guess, I don’t know. I was nervous and scared and didn’t know what to do. I was stupid.”

“Like I was in third grade,” he laughed.

“What?” you inquired.

“When I gave you that Valentine card and told you I liked you,” he recalled. “I was so terrified.”

“I remember that,” you chuckled.

“Hey y/n,” Josh cupped your cheek with his hand, gaze caught in yours. “I love you, too. Always have, always will.”

“Pinky promise?” you smirked.

“Pinky promise,” he grinned, both of you linking your pinkies together and giving it a good shake. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a tight hug. “Listen, it doesn’t matter where I am, what I’m doing, or how much time has passed. You’ll always be my best friend forever, kiddo. And I’ll always love you.”

“I missed you so much,” you sighed, closing your eyes tight and getting lost in the embrace. “I promise I won’t run away this time.  Think I’m here to stay.”

“Yeah?” he wondered.

“Definitely,” you answered. “I don’t think I would last another million years without talking.”

“Me either,” he admitted. “I think I’m going to keep you for good this time.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. When you pulled away, he let out a small laugh. “What’s that for?”

“I’m just surprised, that’s all,” he shrugged. “You’ve never really been one for a kiss on the lips.”

“Well you said it yourself, remember?” you smiled. “We outgrew pinky promises in high school.”

“We’ll never outgrow pinky promises,” he laughed his eyes. “You know that as well as I do.”

“I guess so,” you joked.

“So um, you said something crazy. My turn?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Sure,” you decided.

“Would it be okay if, I don’t know, we were more than best friends?” he wondered. “Forever?”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Joshua Dun?” you asked.

“It sounds absolutely insane, but we’ve known each other for a little while now, and I know this is only our first actual date, but I want to live my entire life with you, y/n,” he whispered. His voice grew even softer. “I think I want to marry you.”

“Only if you seal it with an official pinky promise,” you decided with a grin.

“Then I pinky promise,” he reassured. “I promise to love you forever and always.”

“Then how could I ever say no?” you smiled.