Yuuri following Viktor around while taping and narrating like a nature show
*getting off plane in Russia, taping himself and Viktor* You guys, I realized most of you have never seen a Viktor Nikiforov in it's natural habitat, so I'm gonna start a series as I experience it.
*laughing* Are you kidding me?
*dead serious* Nikiforov's apparently find things less believable when they're in Russia. *tapes Viktor laughing* and has a laugh just as beautiful.
*turns bright red as he laughs and walks away from phone *
*Taping Viktor who is fussing over Yuuri's bruised feet* It seems a Viktor Nikiforov in it's homeland is far more fussy than in Japan.
*looks up with a serious look* A Viktor Nikiforov doesn't care where we are, you need to take care of your beautiful feet.
*wiggling his toes* Ooooo, a Viktor Nikiforov in Russia has a /foot fetish/
*shoves camera away laughing*
*taping Viktor trying to whip the smoke away from a triggered fire alarm* I'm here with a Viktor Nikiforov, this particular one has forgotten how to live in it's own territory.
*looks at him, before whipping the phone* I have not! *goes back to it*
it's really quite sad to see one so far out of it's depth.
*in a whine* Yuuri, come help!
*walks over to table, drags a chair underneath the alarm*
*gets on chair, turns off the alarm with a simple press of the button* *pans to an embarassed but smiling Viktor*
You can't be serious.
*obviously hiding behind the couch while Viktor and Yuri set up the Xbox one* This is an incredible scene, a Viktor Nikiforov and a Yuri Plisetsky struggle with their own gaming system.
I love Autumn so I thought I would make a little spread to help us transition with the falling leaves. As we head into this beautiful season it’s a great time to pull out your fave deck of Tarot, Oracle or whatever cards you have lying around and check in!
Breath in. What are you breathing in? In other words, where are you getting your energies in life, specifically this fall season. This card may point to balances or imbalances in your life, it could be a toxic person, a bad habit, or maybe you’re breathing in only positive energy.
Breath out. What are you breathing out? What are you shedding and undoing – what are you letting go of this fall to help you progress and find peace and happiness?
Harvesting. What are you harvesting this season? Notice what you’ve grown! This card can represent that which has grown beautifully in your life, or maybe how beautifully you’ve grown. Or it can represent anything that needs to be cut away.
Gratitude. What do you need to be grateful for at this time? Where could you be more grateful? What are the wonderful things in your life you don’t notice enough? It’s good to take a note of this, maybe leave a post it not or photo on your wall to remind you to be grateful this winter!
Grounding. How can you ground your energy at this time? How are you going to stay grounded now that there will be less opportunities to roll around in dirt and wiggle your toes in the grass?
Harvesting Gifts. What can you do to share with those around you? What can you do to be more generous or helpful in the community during these cold months?
The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.
(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.
ELI5: Why can people walk many miles without discomfort, but when they stand for more than 15 minutes or so, they get uncomfortable?
I work at a vein surgeon’s office. I actually asked him this.
Basically, when you are standing, blood flow slows and “pools” in your legs due to gravity. But when you walk, your muscles contract and push the blood in your veins and vessels back up into your upper body.
On the side note, seasoned military personnels are able to stand at ease for long periods of time because they are actually swaying back and forth very slowly in micro-movements to contract their muscles and relieve the tingling and numb sensation you get when you keep standing for long periods of time.
Edit: As others have suggested, not locking your knees is also key
Edit 2: As others have mentioned, micro movements could be flexing your calves, distributing weight back and forth between your heels and toes, wiggling your toes, etc.
Edit 3: If you have persistent leg problems even without prolonged standing and even after conservative measures (compression stockings, exercise, etc.), I would recommend getting a referral to a vein specialist from your PCP (in the US) to get it properly treated. You may just have bad veins.
Summary: Byun Baekhyun is the star player of your college’s baseball team - plenty of people have a crush on him, and of course you do too. But you have one thing they don’t have: a quiet friend who can’t pick up her damn phone and a head full of air. Scenario: baseball!au, fluff Word Count: 4,353
“Uhm, Harry?” Draco eyed his roommate suspiciously. He shifted nervously in his desk chair as Harry’s intense green eyes seemed to graze over him. The man had a weird look on his face and Draco did not like it.
“Yes Draco?” Harry replied, stepping out of the doorframe into their shared dorm.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Draco pushed his chair backwards until it collided with his desk. Then, when Harry showed no sign of slowing down he got up and stepped away, so he now almost had his back pressed against the wall behind him. He knew he was acting ridiculous, but so was Harry. If he didn’t know any better the green eyes coming towards him were filled with… with…
Lust was the wrong word, but it was definitely some sort of desire. And curiosity. And determination. And some form of fondness Draco could not place at all.
A combination scary enough to make him do one more step backwards. His heels hit the wall.
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The wind gently rustled the tree tops. All around them, birdsong drifted through the air and brought magic to the forest. Lucy had rarely felt more peaceful than in this moment.
Her feet were bare, her boots discarded after the long walk. She wiggled her toes and relished the fresh breeze that tickled them. Natsu had felled a few trees and disturbed a few birds and hunted a boar and, finally, had burned through all of his energies. Now he sat beside her with a perfectly content smile on his face, on the verge of falling asleep. Only Happy was still munching away at the leftovers.
She could have lived in this moment forever.
And who was there to stop her? Lucy smiled. It was a lazy day and they had all the time in the world. Life could excuse them for a little while longer.
“It’s so nice here,” she sighed, and Natsu affirmed this with a grunted sound of approval. She glanced over and saw him blinking away the sleep in his eyes. This was the one battle he would lose. He caught her looking and grinned lazily.
“I’m so full,” he said and yawned, stretching his arms above him.
It was the most contagious thing and Lucy could not and did not want to resist. When he brought his arms back down he had somehow moved closer, brushing against her shoulder. Lucy was oddly aware of the contact, but it was very welcome.
Natsu seemed to feel it too, and hesitated for a moment. Then he relaxed and leaned further into her, melting against her side as he exhaled. An involuntary smile spread widely across Lucy’s face, and she reached up to take a hold of his arm and rest her head just under his.
They didn’t speak, and she wasn’t sure if it was because sleep was taking them or because there wasn’t anything that needed to be said, not really. There was a wonderful, silent agreement between them: that this was good and right and didn’t need to be questioned.
His head drooped, chin resting on her hair, and slowly but steadily he reached for her hand and pushed it down until it met his. He mumbled something she couldn’t even make out anymore, but it didn’t matter. She laced her fingers with his and opened her eyes one last time.
She saw their little fireplace, tree trunks and ferns and leaves and green, so much green. She thought she could even smell it. She caught Happy, too, who was snickering to himself at the sight in front of him, but she couldn’t even bring herself to bicker. He could snicker all he wanted.
She felt warm and comfortable and loved and she was not ashamed of that.
Smiling with her eyes closed, she reached out her free hand. Happy promptly accepted the invitation and, with a yawn to rival Natsu’s, snuggled up against her thigh. Soft little snores began to fill the air, and Lucy knew she had to fall asleep quickly before Natsu kicked into full gear. It wasn’t hard at all.
They didn’t move for a long while.
(Until Natsu drooled on Happy’s head and sparked a chain reaction of rather unfortunate events.)
Request: Childhood bffs, Harry and Y/N. Y/N warns Harry about the gold diggers of girlfriend he has and he goes off on her.
“Harold, get your lanky, long legs off of me.” You groaned, attempting to push his legs from your lap.
“Rub my toes.” Harry giggled, wiggling his toes in your face, making you squeal and push his feet away, turning your face the other way.
Harry continued to giggle, removing his legs from you before wrapping his body around yours like a baby gorilla. “Admit that I’m the bestest best friend in the world.”
“If you don’t let me go, I swear to God, I will post that picture of you sleeping with Niall’s feet in your face.”
Upon hearing the threat, Harry instantly removed his body with a groan.
“Y/N! You told me you deleted that.” He whined, propping his legs on his coffee table.
“I also told you that you were the best Styles.” You shrugged jokingly.
“Heeey!” Harry elbowed you.
You laughed, resting your head on his lap, humming in satisfaction as he stroked your hair.
“Oh! I forgot to mention earlier, I’m letting Les meet my mum and Gemma this week.” Harry informed you.
You bolted up, looking at him in pure surprise. “You’re what now?”
He chuckled confusingly. “Letting Les meet mum? And Gem?”
You chuckled humorlessly, rolling your eyes. “Of course you are. How long have you two been together, again? A week?”
“Hey, why the sudden bitterness? You said you liked her.”
“No, no, no,” You shook your head, raising your hands up defensively. “I didn’t say that. Don’t put words into my mouth.”
Harry’s feet were put on the ground, sitting up. “What’s your problem, Y/N?”
“My problem is that this is going too fast. It always is, Harry! You take them to meet your family, do everything to please them then boom,” You made an explosion gesture with your hands for emphasis, “They’re using you,” You said. “Just can’t handle long distance relationship.” You mocked in a high pitched tone the excuse that the previous girlfriends of your best friend had said.
“I think this one is ser-”
“Oh, hop off, Harry. You’re too nice.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “She literally whines when you tell her she can’t tag along to an event full of celebrities, Harry!” You shook your head in disbelief.
“What the fuck are you trying to say, Y/N?” Harry’s jaw tensed, glaring at you.
“I’m saying that lovely Les is using you.”
“Oh really? You think she’s some gold digger?” Harry stood up, crossing his arms over his chest.
You nodded, standing up. “Look, I only want the best for you a-”
“Well maybe it’s the best if you leave.”
Your mouth closed in surprise, eyebrows rising. “Wh-What?”
“You heard me. Let me live my life which apparently you think you understand too well. Let me live my life which is full of gold diggers.” Harry said sarcastically, shooting daggers at you.
“Are you seriously letting go of 19 years of friendship over a gi-” You were asking in disbelief, tone rising a tad at the shock.
“Yes, Y/N! Just,” He sighed, “Just go.”
You stayed quiet for a moment, fighting the urge to cry before nodding. “Fine.” You walked past him, intentionally bumping his shoulder. Right as your hand hovered the door knob, you turned back to look at him. “I-” You paused, looking at Harry who didn’t bother to even turn to look at you. “Yeah, forget it.” You muttered, shaking your head disappointingly before walking out the door.
I’M GOING TO WRITE A SECOND PART TO THIS AND IT’S GOING TO BE GOOD (i hope so). Let me know what you think! x
Kageyama remained utterly true to his word. When he said he wanted to treat Shouyou well enough to make him want to stay, he had meant it.
The second morning Shouyou woke, again far, far later in the day than he’d ever been allowed at the temple, thanks to his daily duties and the bells that rang just after dawn. But here, at the villa, no one disturbed his rest. Even after he had pulled himself from slumber, he stayed curled under the whisper soft sheets, sinking into the cushioned bed below as the gentlest breeze rippled through the room, tossing his hair on his forehead where it poked out from under the covers.
A fine fragrance eventually caught his attention, sweet and delicate on the air, the freshness of flowers. It was so pleasant that it finally roused him fully and he sat up, wondering what it was, intent on investigating. Immediately, he found he need look no further than his bedside.
“Oh…” he gasped, rubbing his eyes as he took in the sight before him.
The entire floor of his room had been strewn with rose petals, all soft pink and white.
Levi’s Nightmare: Having a heart-to-heart with Pastor Nick.
“Are you worried about your wife?”
The question shocked him out of his musings.
Levi looked up, “My what?”
But the pastor was already speaking, “You’re obviously beside yourself with stress – and it’s understandable. Not knowing if your wife has survived-”
Levi cut him off, “Mywhat?”
The pastor hesitated, apparently realizing he’d made some mistake, but misunderstanding precisely what it was. “Your…wife? The woman we traveled with before? She’s ah – forceful. You two uh – have the same, er – strident personality. When we first met, she dangled me off the wall.”
No matter how many times Jin ran over the totals report for the other night the numbers didn’t seem to be adding up. He had spent an almost mind numbing amount of time calculating receipts and cursing his father for not trusting any of his staff enough to tally their own totals for the night—and granted, the old geezer had every right not to trust his staff before Jin had stepped in, pulling rank and firing the four or five servers and bar backs that were pocketing tips from the cash register. But that was before and this wasn’t Jin’s area of expertise, no he ran the front of house, he managed the staff, made sure the bar was impeccable, and the floor was running smoothly. All this shit, the accountant shit was his brothers job.
But the useless fuck had managed to weasel vacation time out of their Dad and sure, maybe he deserved it but Seokjin had been working the same weekends and holiday shifts he’d been pulling year round, granted Jin didn’t have a newborn or wife but semantics.
Jin barely managed to tear his eyes away from the receipts spread out in front of him, but when he does he’s met with sultry brown eyes and a pouty lower lip—also known as last nights mistake, or if he were to be more specific Seulgi. Jin cards a hand through a his blonde locks and braces himself for what he knows is coming, because he makes a habit of not sleeping with his employees but shit just doesn’t always pan out, now does it?
“Hey, babe.” He nods, “Did you need something?”
She smirks at the pet name and Jin mentally chastises himself for thinking he could try and maintain the endearing manager-employee relationship they hadd before, “No. Just thought I’d drop by… you scheduled me for swing instead of my morning shift.”
“Yeah,” Jin begins slowly, gesturing with his pen and wishing she would speed it up, because he had work to do.
“Um,” she begins to lose confidence when he doesn’t react, only blankly stares at her as though she’s stating the obvious, “I-I had a lot of fun last night.”
Jin sucks his lower lip between his teeth before nodding, “Yeah, it was.”
A pregnant pause follows his answer and he doesn’t go to fill it because there’s nothing to say. Last night was a mistake on his part but they were both consenting adults and she was just as much at fault as he was—he made no promises and he sure has hell had no intentions of making any now.
“Did you schedule me tonight on purpose?” She asks quietly.
“Seulgi,” Jin says, his voice stern but not cold, “We’re short staffed and I needed a hostess, that’s why I scheduled you.”
Seulgi’s lips form a perfect ‘o’ and it’s as if realization only just dawned on her. Seokjin pretends not to notice the a awkward atmosphere he’s created.
“We good, now?” He implores when it’s all but silent in the office, save for her scuffing her work shoes. She nods mutely but her jaws clenched, “I’ll see you on the floor then.”
Jin winces at the force she uses the slam the already creaky door shut before returning his attention to those damn totals and deposits.
You heard somewhere in a movie that all you needed was twenty seconds, just twenty second of an insane amount of courage, twenty seconds of near embarrassing bravery and it would all be worth it in the end—that you would reap something great for all your efforts.
But sometimes, as it is, life is unfair. And you can try and try, and give it your all but sometimes you lose. For no profound reason, or life lesson, but because the universe deemed it necessary, to keep balance. And even if you’ve won nine hundred and ninety-nine times sometimes it feels like all you remember is your one lost.
“Why isn’t he calling me back?” You murmur, worrying your lip between your teeth.
Your cellphone had been sitting in your hand for the better part of the night, no better part of the week waiting for his call, his text, his anything. You had refused to go anywhere without your phone, you brought it with you into the bathroom, when you were doing yoga, sometimes you would wake up in the middle of the night just to check, because you didn’t want to miss it. And the circumstance was no different now, even with your hair bundled in a towel and your face, freshly scrubbed pressed against the flannel of your pajama pants while you sit on your bedroom floor. You look down and wiggle your toes, painted cornflower blue this week, in an attempt to distract yourself.
Another sigh leaves your lips and you try not to wallow in regret because you should’ve given up four days ago but it stung.
Your twenty seconds of courage hand landed you a date with Min Yoongi, the apple of your eye since you had entered college—the two of you were acquaintances, you didn’t know each other well enough to be labeled friends. But you knew from the moment you saw him that he would star in every horribly cheesy eighties rom com fantasy you had from that day on. A crush.
A college crush and your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest when you worked up the nerve at a frat party. You didn’t go out often but you made an exception, because you were gonna do it that night. You would swallow your fears and have your twenty seconds of insane courage because Min Yoongi was worth more than that.
So with sweaty palms and a hummingbird heartbeat you had approached him when the party was in full swing, his cheeks were flushed from the liquor and he was surrounded by a group of guys. As if that wasn’t scary enough, he was a good deal older than you, a senior to your freshman but he TA’d one of your classes and sometimes he put smiley faces on your test papers. So with wide eyes and Yoongi looking at you curiously if but a bit expectantly you had asked him, in front of all those people and if he gave even the slightest inclination of discomfort you would’ve backed out. But he didn’t.
He smiled at you warmly, ignoring the whoops and hollers and pulling you to sit down next to him the couch. You nearly fainted when he threw an arm around you, brushed your hair behind your ear to speak a ’yes’ over the thumping bass.
And then was the actual date.
He was everything you thought he’d be, witty, intelligent, with a dry humor that bordered self deprecating and you could barely keep your eyes off him. His black fringe was overgrown but he managed well enough, his eyes smiling at you whenever you tripped over your words or flushed too deep at a compliment.
“You’re cute and sweet,” he said, pushing a strand of hair off your face, “Like the girl next door I never had, you know?”
You just let out a soft laugh because you didn’t know, but you knew you liked the compliment, you would’ve liked any compliment he gave you. He could’ve said he liked your fingernail on your left pointer and you probably would have combusted right there. He stopped you in front of the fountain in the middle of the quad, his hands cupping your cheeks and you thought this was it. He was going to kiss you—
“I had fun tonight.” He murmured.
“Me too.” You breathe.
“I have an early morning tomorrow, but you’ll be okay to make it up to your dorm?” He queries, and his hands are still on your cheeks, stroking the skin, you don’t think you can breathe much less answer but…
“Mhm,” you choke out and Yoongi sends you a small smile.
“Great. I’ll call you, then, yeah?” He retracts his hands and they’re being shoved into pockets.
And you’re nodding at him, biting your lip to contain a dumb grin before he’s waving at you with both hands and walking backwards.
Boys were confusing, you decide. And you had never been that great with them, or confident. You realized early on people saw you as the ‘little sister type,’ you were always too sweet, and too soft and they were afraid of hurting you but you somehow ended up being hurt either way.
“Is being nice such a bad thing?” You grumble to yourself before kicking your phone away from you.
“Guys just aren’t into sweet girls, nowadays babe.” Krystal coos to you and she sends you a glare when you’re glancing back down at your phone. “Please don’t tell me you’re still waiting on Min fucking Yoongi’s call.”
“I’m sure he’ll call.” You grumble before flicking at your full glass of beer—if you left this one untouched again Krystal would probably force you to give her the six bucks it was worth but you didn’t do well with alcohol. “And what’s so horrible about being sweet?”
“Nothing!” Krystal jumps to reassure you, but you didn’t believe it this time around, “it’s just you’re the marrying type, you know? The good girl and not the kind that’s like only bad for daddy. You’re the kind of girl guys bring home to meet their mom.”
“So what am I supposed to do just never have sex until I’m married?” You sigh, before proceeding stubbornly, “I really liked Yoongi and I think he liked me too!”
“Maybe, I don’t know, change your image a little, so you’re not so girl next door,” you wince at her unintentional repetition of Yoongi’s earlier words but still, you glance from Krystal to yourself.
There was a vast difference in appearance, from her jeans that seemed to be painted on to her simple camisole top—her style was simplistic but emphatic, plus her model like looks didn’t hurt either. You on the either hand… you weren’t ugly, far from it and you knew that but like she said you were just so sweet looking and any attempts to dress sexy or posh like Krystal looked disturbing like a twelve year old trying on their big sisters clothes. So you stuck to flannels and mom jeans, boring but at least you didn’t look weird.
“But you know what,” Krystal chimes, interrupting your train of thought, “maybe you’re right. You have a good read on people. Yoongi’s a TA he’s probably swamped with work and honestly ___, I know you don’t know this but… you can be kind of intimidating.”
Even Krystal winces at her own lie but she pushes through it when she sees your eyes light up.
“Me? Intimidating?” You repeat.
“Yeah!” She says, forcing enthusiasm. God why did you have to look so fucking adorable and doe-eyed it made it really hard to tell you the truth. “I mean, you give off this like too good for you church girl vibe you know? Like… ‘You can’t have my virginity, you gotta work for it in the name of Jesus!’”
You open your mouth and tilt your head at her, not entirely sure that was a compliment, but you never get a chance to ask your question because she’s barreling on.
“But tell you what” Krystal says brightly, “why don’t you forget Min Yoongi and let me introduce you to my friend Jimin.”
“Jimin?” You frown, you remember her mentioning something about him in the past, but it was always in passing and it never stuck.
“Yes, Jimin. He’s a freshman like you and he’s in my communications class.” And then suddenly her focus isn’t on you anymore, she’s too busy pulling up her Facebook on her phone to flash you a picture, “He’s sweet and he reminds me so much of you it’s crazy.”
“Then why don’t you date him.” You grumble stubbornly but she hears it and smacks you on the arm.
“Don’t sass me I’m only trying to help.” She rolls her eyes. “What do you think of him?”
You take the phone from her hands to get a better look at him and you cock your head to the side. He had a sweet looking face, so innocent and cherubic… he was attractive but you couldn’t imagine yourself kissing him and it made you wonder if that’s how people felt when they saw you? And then that made you sad, so you handed her phone back soundlessly.
“So?” she prods.
“He’s cute.” You relent with a shrug, but you feel unsure, uncomfortable and you loved Krystal to death but she had a way of… pushing her agenda on you.
And Park Jimin happened to be the first bullet point listed.
“Perfect I’ll text him and set up the date.” She says almost instantly and you’re clutching her wrist before she can do anything of the sort.
“But?” she insists.
“He’s not my type.” You sigh, before adjusting the brim of your hat, and remind yourself that people—girls don’t wear hat in bars, at least not in the way you’ve styled it, with a half ass ponytail and some converse. You look like you’re about to babysit someone’s kid.
“What do you mean he’s not your type, ____?” Krystal scoffs in that way she does when she’s trying to give you tough love but you’re soft and it kind of hurts your feelings, “Why? Because he looks like he’ll actually return your texts?”
You look up at her on that note and you can tell she regrets the words almost as soon as they leave her mouth but it’s fine, it’s the truth, it’s not her fault you were sensitive. It doesn’t change the stiff smile you give her before nodding solemnly.
“I didn’t mean it like that—”
“I’m just gonna head to the bar, yeah?” You say with a lightness you don’t feel, and then you’re making your way over, pushing through throngs of sweaty, gyrating people in an attempt to forget that you were so easily undesirable. “Don’t wait up for me, I’ve got cab money.”
Jin loved and hated college night. Because it was fun, he didn’t go out much these days, at least not in the way he used to in his college days so he got to be apart of the party without actually… being in the party. But at the same time, the bar was slammed, the waitresses had them overflowing with orders not to mention the orders from patrons, impatiently flagging him down—on top of all that they were short a bar back so Jin was running back and forth to try and fill orders as well as making sure they stayed afloat with liquor and beer. But he was used to this. This was his life, it was fun and exciting and busy and he enjoyed his work. So he navigated smoothly, managing to pick up forgotten orders and stop more than one drunken fight.
“We’re eighty-six on Malibu and pine.” someone calls over his shoulder and he turns back smoothly, cocking a brow.
“The Malibu or the pine?” He scoffs.
“What the fuck are they doing in the back? Snorting it?” Jin groans before doubling back to cancel all ten orders of Malibu and pine because college girls loved that shit and would run it through an IV if they could.
It isn’t until he’s about all but cleared the raging hormonal fucks from his bar that he finally spots you, you’re so tiny he probably would’ve missed you if it wasn’t for the added height of the barstool, still he makes sure to check you when he doubles back.
“Hey, you doing okay? What can I get for—whoa.” He says before throwing the dishrag over his shoulder. He rubs a hand behind his neck before tipping his head at you, “You mind if I uh, see I.D.?”
You almost don’t hear him over the rushing over your ears because he’s beautiful enough to induce that type of reaction. His hair is platinum blonde and disheveled and he somehow manages to make perspiration look like a glowy, sparkling mist kissing his skin but mostly his cheekbones. His cheeks are flushed from exertion and he licks his lips, waiting for you to respond but you were caught up in the veins of his arm, and the way they danced their way up under the rolled sleeves of his dress shirts.
“I-… I sorry…” you stammer and it’s not from nervousness, not that kind, because you don’t like him, you’re not attracted to him. But he just has one of those faces. The kind that’s so beautiful it’s almost shocking and you think about how good he’d look with Krystal before handing him over your drivers license.
“21.” He hums, glancing at your picture before back at you, “A good year. Sorry about that, you look really, really young. The last thing I need are the cops in this place, you understand.”
You nod quietly and don’t mention that he was kind of rude, because you were used to it.
“So what can I get you?” He asks, and the bar is dead enough now that he can brace two arms on it and relax for one fucking second.
“Can I just get whatever you have on tap?” You ask and you to raise your voice from practice, from years of being told you’re too soft spoken.
“You got it.”
It isn’t another minute before he’s setting your beer down in front of you and unlike the last that Krystal has plied you with you actually drink this one because you want to, because you’re sad and you deserve it. Your brain is swimming with countless thoughts of Yoongi, some of Krystal and the boy she wanted to set you up with—jimmy? You couldn’t remember his name, but you should probably take her up on it because unlike you, your friends had an unlikely knack for actually finding guys that were interested in you. The only thing was you were rarely ever interested in them. Was it so bad to want to explore outside of your league of accountants and research assistants? You were 21, you wanted fun, and despite Krystal’s insistence on you being the marrying type and scaring guys off, it wasn’t like you wanted to get married right now either.
No. You just wanted sex. A hookup, a boyfriend. Fuck something.
Somewhere along the way your one beer had doubled and then tripled until you were leaning your face on your palm and close to falling asleep on the bar. Because you weren’t a loud drunk, God no, even inebriated you couldn’t express yourself properly and while you couldn’t handle your alcohol you at least weren’t sloppy or messy. Just a little drowsy and slightly disheveled, which is what drew Jin to you when the night was dying down and he was tallying the nights receipts against the bar, ready to close out.
“Hey,” he calls out, tapping the brim of your hat when you don’t respond right away and you’re startled into a state of awareness when he’s leaning on his elbows to talk to you, “you good? You got a friend, boyfriend here to take you home? Or you need a cab.”
Your patting your cheeks to wake you up before shaking your head, “Sorry are you guys closing? I’m just gonna wal—”
“Please don’t.” He sighs and your raising a brow at him, “it’d be mighty inconvenient for me if you were drunk and murdered and my bar was tied to your case on the front page news.”
You glare at him before sweeping bangs from your face, “How considerate of you.”
“Can’t have anyone sullying our good name—even patrons.” He grins before nodding at you, “Let me call you a cab.”
“I told you I’ll be fine. I don’t have money for one anyway. I spent it all on your overpriced alcohol.”
“It’s overpriced because we don’t water it down like the other bars on this block. Besides no one told your broke ass to go drinking, I should just let you get murdered, little girl.” He retorts, and he’s almost amused by how you’re glaring at him, “But you remind me of my niece so I won’t.”
It was poor timing on his part. Because while it wasn’t this bartender—who, now that you glanced at his name tag, you knew as Jin instead of 'blonde asshole'—who was responsible for years and years of being compared to things like babies and puppies and nieces and sisters and just fucking the most platonic and non-fuckable things on the planet, life was all about timing. You knew that better than anyone because you apparently were shit at. And so was he. Because with all the liquor and bottled up emotions coming to a head and years of just sheer frustration of being treated like a kid when you were a grown ass woman, you started spilling over.
“You’re a real jerk, you know that?” You spew and while he’s slightly surprised by your outburst, he’s had enough years training with drunks that he masks it well, “Don’t you think that makes me feel like shit? I’m not someone’s niece or kid sister or a goddamn puppy! I’m a woman. Who wants things and has dreams and aspirations and fucking job and apartment and desires. Like actual, real dick me down desires but I can’t ever say any of that because it’s weird because I’m everyone’s kid sister. Well news fucking flash I’m not. I’m not the girl next door, I’m just a regular person who is trying and failing to get laid and people like you are the reason I can’t.”
Jin blinks at you at a few times before raising a hand at the staff who were still straggling behind, picking up here and there and openly staring at you.
“Me?” He repeats, “I’m the sole purpose that your sex life—or rather lack thereof, is failing?”
“Not you, per se but people like you!” You point an accusing finger at him before leaning back with a pout and Jin wonders if you know how childish you look.
Jin closes his eyes because he did not need this shit but the quicker he got you to spill the quicker he got you the fuck out of here and he was on his merry fucking way. He rubs the back of his head before gesturing to you.
“Go ahead.” He sighs, “Unload, then.”
“Try not to sound so enthusiastic about it.” You grunt.
“Well excuse the fuck out of me, Jan, I just finished a ten hour shift and despite what quirky sitcoms suggest bartenders aren’t actually here to listen to your problems, in fact we don’t want to, I sure as fuck don’t make a therapist salary and even therapist have to go see therapist because people dump on them so much. So no I’m not too fucking fond of hearing your shitty boy problems but lay them on me so I can clock the fuck out and go to bed.” He sighs.
“Jan?” You frown.
“You know,” he says, gesturing wildly, “from the Brady Bunch. She was the much younger, much uglier sister, always bitching about Marcia? Doesn’t ring a bell—how fucking old are you?”
“Not old enough.” You scoff, “And are you calling me ugly?”
“I’m calling you a brat,” he corrects, “now spill. Who’s the guy?”
You bite your lip for a moment before eyeing him suspiciously, “He’s my TA.”
“So an older dude, I’m assuming.” Jin reasons, “And what? Is he leading you around by the tail?”
It was such an outdated phrase that you wince at his age showing, making him glare.
“He said he would call and he didn’t.” You explain before letting out an exasperated sigh, “But the date went so well! And he was always so nice to me in class and when I asked him out at the party he said yes and he was so affectionate. And then before the night ended he kissed me on the forehead, which God! I know screams platonic but my friend Jisoo said she knows a girl who knows this guy who has a cousin who’s sister used to always get forehead kissed by this dude so she thought they were friends and then five years down the road they ended up getting married—”
“Okay stop.” Jin says, waving a hand in front of you before pinching the bridge of his nose, “When you asked him out at the party did he happen to be drunk?”
“He seemed buzz but I—”
“Were there a lot of people around when you did it?” He sighed.
“I mean his friends, yeah but what does that have to do wit—”
“It was a pity date.” Jin says firmly and your narrowing your eyes on him.
“How do you know that?” You glare, “Maybe he likes me—”
“You put him in an uncomfortable position and when I look at you I look at a girl that while I wouldn’t date you I wouldn’t go out of my way to like fucking crush your spirits.” He explains, “He went on the date out of obligation but he’s not returning your calls because he wasn’t feeling it.”
“But he could have not returned my calls for any reason!” You argue.
Seokjin pins you with a bored expression, “Name one.”
“He could’ve been busy at work, or maybe I missed it and it went to voicemail or maybe he got hit by a car and died! I don’t know!”
“Kid,” Jin sighs, “If it looks like shit, and it smells like shit it’s probably shit. He’s dodging you because he doesn’t want you.”
You pretend not to feel the sharp tug of pain at his words and barrel on, plied with liquid courage, “But I told you! I knew this girls who knew this girl—”
“There will always be girls who know girls who know girls who have been in the exact shitty situation that you have been in that ended up with a happy ending.” Jin laughs bitterly before jabbing a finger at the pristine surface of the bar, “But they’re the exception and you’re the rule.”
“What’s the rule?” You querie.
“That if a guy wants you he’ll bust ass to prove it to you.” Jin states, “Women claim men are simple creatures but love to complicate the facts.”
“Well how do you know I’m not an exception too?” You implore stubbornly.
“Because, if we were all exceptions then there wouldn’t be a rule, now would there?” Jin says, tonguing his cheek as he leaned back against the opposite bar. “Who is this guy? I’ll tell you if he’s an ass or not, I have a way of telling through names.”
“Yoongi.” You say softly but you’re looking down at the smooth surface of the bar so you don’t see Jin’s eyebrows raise in amusement.
“Min Yoongi?” Jin presses and your head is lifting hopefully.
“You know him?” You ask.
“He’s a regular here. We’ve hung out a couple times. He’s too old for you.” Jin says and he hopes its off putting enough, because he knows Yoongi, knows the kind of guy he is, birds of a feather flock together after all.
And while you were bratty and kind of annoying, whether you liked it or not you really did have an endearing sister trait to you. Now Jin wasn’t necessarily gonna prostrate himself to protect you, but he’d give you advice, warn you off the guy if he could, save a good kid like you from a heartbreak.
You were too soft, too innocent and not the kind, guys like him or Yoongi, wanted to corrupt. Not the sex kitten type. No you were Lilly white, virginal type and Jin wasn’t the best of the best but he didn’t stray that far from the light.
“It’s only a four years.” You argue, and Jin pretends not to notice the soft smile that comes to your face when you talk about Yoongi.
“I’m gonna be real with you because your friends probably won’t be and I’m breaking every guy code there is out there by doing this but—” your smile slips and Jin pushes on, “He’s not going to call you and before you told me his name I was half sure of that but now I’m positive because I know Yoongi and you’re not his type.”
“And what’s his type?”
Jin glances down at your chest and you follow his line of gaze before flushing when he raises his brow at you. Your hands flutter around your flannel until your pulling it closed tightly and Jin’s rolling his eyes at you.
“Slutty.” Jin says bluntly. “So do yourself a favor and find another guy, preferably one that’s into you, around your age and not an asshole.”
You don’t look back up at him after that, because even drunk you still had your pride, and shame was burning a dark course across your cheeks, barely concealed by the low brim of your hat. So instead, you push back from your stool before sending him a gracious smile.
“Thanks Jin.” You say honestly before grabbing your purse, “I’ll just… be on my way.”
“Wait!” He’s stopping you with a hand and you blink up at him, “Let me call you a cab, on the house for like breaking your heart and shit.”
“I live down the street and one of my friends is just getting out of the club next door.” You lie. “I’ll be fine.”
He lets you go but he does it eyeing you suspiciously with an accusing finger in your direction, “Don’t get murdered… or else.”
“Got ya..” You roll your eyes and then your pushing it out of the bar and into the cold, windy streets with a sigh. Your heart wasn’t broken, it wasn’t. You were disappointed at best, you just thought that you deserved at least an explanation, right?
new drabble/au series!!!!! eeeeepppppppp theres maybe a two more chapters??? hopefully !!!!
Within our brains we hold the power to create experiences. Not just daydreaming or fantasizing but manifesting our desires in the real world. Scientists have discovered that our brains activate many of the same neural networks- pathways for nerve cells to control our physical bodies- when we visualize something and when we actually experience it. Mental exercises stimulate our sympathetic nervous system which governs things like breathing, blood pressure, and heart rate.
When we are able to control our thoughts in this way amazing things can happen. a 2007 study performed by the North American Journal of Psychology found that athletes who mentally practiced a hip-flexor exercise had strength gains comparable to those who actually performed the exercise! Visualization has been proven to aid in self-confidence, anxiety, depression, social skills, weight control and boosts creativity and problem solving skills.This is the fundamental principle which explains the law of attraction and the law of correspondence. How do you do it and get good at it? I’m going to tell you…
2D- Start simple. Look at a two dimensional, easily recognizable, geometric shape. You can draw it, look at a picture on your phone or computer, create a paper cutout or whatever is convenient. Study the shape for 30 seconds. Now close your eyes and imagine the shape. Glance back at it if you have to and don’t get down on yourself if this step is challenging. Every skill starts with practice. When you can imagine the shape try maintaining that mental image for longer and longer periods of time. If you can hold that mental picture for 20-30 seconds you are doing GREAT! Move on to the next step.
3D- We’re going to up the ante a little bit. Find a three dimensional object. Could be your favorite crystal, a piece of fruit, your toothbrush etc. Study the object like we did before and begin visualizing it. Fidget with it, look at it from all angles, feel it’s texture, interact with it.
Real World Inclusion- Next we’re going to start allowing our visualizations to become real. Imagine there’s a cup on your desk, pick it up. How heavy is it? What temperature is it? What material is it made of? What color is it? Begin incorporating these mental fabrications whenever you get a chance. This morning i made my coffee cup grow a fish tail and flop around on my banister!
Mindscapes- Now you’re ready to start creating mindscapes. These are entire environments in your mind. Start with the familiar (your house or your car) and work your way up. Find yourself in a peaceful forest glen or sitting on the beach or hiking a trail. Try to keep a mental map of your explorations as a way to expand your abilities.
There is no time limit to this practice and some will be able to do the first few steps more easily than others. The most important part to practice is REALISM. Don’t just fantasize, actually see and feel your visualizations. Remember to use all of your senses and to stomp your feet or wiggle your toes when you’re finished in order to ground yourself back in reality. Good luck and make magic happen!!
Jack and Bitty spend 50% of their short time together asleep. Fits into @whoacanada‘s NHL!Bitty verse.
It had been a long ten day trip, and during that time Jack
had seen five states, his soon to be in laws, and two time zones in person. But
the roadie was finally over, he was home, and their first home game back was
against the Schooners, which meant Bitty would be here soon enough.
By the time Jack finally got the apartment door open, the
adrenaline keeping him up had completely faded. It was all he could do to lock
the door behind him and start taking off his suit.
He made into the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, just in
his unbuttoned shirt and with his pants around his ankles. He would have stayed
like that the whole night, if there wasn’t an uncomfortable, squirming lump
underneath him, that squawked indignantly upon being flopped onto.
Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
A/N: I think this fic is coming to an enddddddd. Also how have you been? Are you well rested? How was your day? How’s school going? How’s your job? I care about you guys, man.
Steve breathed in, opening his eyes and looking at his - very stupid - best friend. He tried very calmly to process all of the information Bucky had just thrown at him all at once.
“So let me get this straight,” he spoke in a soft tone. “You’re dating Natasha at the moment.” Bucky nods. “And all of a sudden you like Y/N?”
Bucky let out a deep sigh. “When you say it like that, it sounds bad. ‘All of asudden’.” he mocked.
“I’m just trying to understand how one minute you’re happy with Nat and the next you want to be with Y/N.”
“It wasn’t like that.” Steve gave his friend a confused look, causing the brunette to continue. “I think it was a long time coming. At one point in time I had a small crush on Y/N but never did anything about it. I thought she just saw me as her friend so I pushed aside my feelings for her. I didn’t want to lose the friendship I had with her. Then Nat came around and she made me forget about my feelings for Y/N, even if it was only for a few hours.”
“So you’re using Natasha.” Steve stated.
“Don’t say it like that!” Bucky hissed, shoving Steve’s shoulder. “But yeah, I guess I am. I never really got over Y/N. The feelings I have for her just lingered in the back of my mind and I tried my best to distract myself from them.”
“Bucky.” Steve groaned. “Why?”
“Why string Natasha along all this time! What has she done to deserve this?”
Bucky sighed. “I forced myself to believe that I liked her in that way. She’s a great person and not gonna lie, the make out sessions were amazing. And don’t get me started on the-”
Steve cleared his throat, bringing his best friend back to reality. Bucky muttered an apology and ran his fingers through his hair.
“You have to sort this shit out, Bucky.” he sighed. “What are you gonna do?”
“I have to talk to Nat first, tell her I’m sorry for everything. I hope I didn’t ruin her friendship with Y/N.” the super soldier responds.
“You royally fucked up my friend.”
Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yeah thanks for reminding me.”
Bucky thinks back to all the times he’s hung out with you. How much he loved watching movies with you because no matter what, your fingers would always find their way to his hair. He loved calling you baby doll, seeing your cheeks tint pink and holding back a grin but ultimately failing at doing so.
There was a reason he always reminded you of how beautiful you looked because to him, you looked beautiful all the time. In his head, he knew no one could take you from him. He knew he couldn’t be replaced and he knew you couldn’t be replaced - by anyone.
So why had he tried replacing you with Natasha?
Too much thinking made his brain hurt and he let out a whimper. “Tell me how bad I’ve messed up again.”
“You’ve messed up so bad, Nat might cut your balls off and hang them on her wall.” Steve wasted no time. It’s like he was waiting for this moment to come because there was absolutely no hesitation. “You’ve messed up so bad that Y/N might reject you because you hurt her best friend.” Bucky huffed. “You’ve messed up so bad that-”
“Alright, alright, I get it you asshole.” Bucky barked, throwing a pillow Steve’s way. It hit his face and fell onto his lap.
“So you choose Y/N?” Steve questioned to confirm.
“Yeah.” he nods. “I hate to say it but Nat was just a distraction.”
“How long was it going on before you told us?”
“It wasn’t even serious, Steve!” Bucky held his hands up to protect himself from the pillow being thrown at him. “What we had was a fling. All we would do was talk and fuck. That’s it. We didn’t actually start dating until the night we told all of you. We talked about it a couple of hours before dinner.”
“That doesn’t make it okay!”
“I know, I know.” he stands up. “I have to go find Nat and talk to her.”
But before Bucky could walk away, Steve grabbed his arm. “Now might not be the best time to talk to her. She’s in Y/N’s room with her and Wanda. They’re having ‘girl time’. Whatever that means.”
“How do you know that?”
“I bumped into them, taking cookies and other things into the room but before I could ask what they were doing, Wanda said they’re having girl time and not to bother them for the rest of the day.”
Bucky sat down slowly. You and Natasha were going to be in a room. Together. It had only been three days since Nat accused Bucky of liking Y/N and after many, many talks with his friends (much like the one he just had with Steve), Bucky finally figured out his feelings. For both Natasha and Y/N.
He hoped Nat didn’t say anything about their little argument to Y/N. He wanted to talk to her first. Bucky sat back on the couch and looked over at his friend.
“Why does the universe hate me?”
“We haven’t done this in so long.” Natasha sighed as the three of you sat in your room. Nat was painting Wanda’s toes and you were laying down beside them, flipping through a magazine.
“Yeah..” you hummed. You weren’t about to tell her that the reason you’ve been distancing yourself from her was because you were madly in love with her boyfriend and that seeing them together felt like someone was stabbing you directly in the heart with ten knives all at once.
“How’d you detach Pietro from Y/N?” Nat asks Wanda who was munching on a cookie.
“I told Sam to occupy him for the day.” she replied.
“It couldn’t have been that easy. This is Sam we’re talking bout.”
“I have to do his laundry for two weeks.”
You snort as you flip the page. “That’s the Sam I know and love.”
“Speaking of love..” Nat trails off, sitting up and looking at you. “What’s the update with the guy you’re madly in love with?”
You take a bite of your animal cookie, not looking at Natasha as you flipped another page. “There is no update.”
“What do you mean there’s not an update?”
“I mean there’s not an update. He has a girlfriend so there’s no point in pining after him.” you calmly respond.
“So? Y/N you’ve been in love with this guy for years. Break them up and get with him.” she says as if it’s the most obvious thing to do.
You look over at Wanda and give her a look, basically pleading her to change the subject. She understands you immediately.
“I love the color, Nat. What is it?” Wanda spoke as she wiggled her toes.
“It’s called Miss Behave.” the red head winked, causing Wanda to laugh.
“Well I love it. It’s really pretty.” she brings her hand up to her face. “Maybe you could paint my nails to match my toes.”
You let out a sigh of relief as Natasha agrees to paint her nails. You wait a few seconds before relaxing and trading out your magazine for another one.
You silently thank Wanda when Nat starts speaking again. “How about this: you tell me who this guy is an I’ll talk to him. I just wanna talk.”
“It’s just a talk, Y/N. I won’t even bring my gun.”
“This guy broke your big heart, let me avenge it.”
You started to get irritated and you got up, placing the magazine on your nightstand. Stay calm, Y/N. Just. Stay. Calm.
Wanda notices the look on your face and licks her lips. “Uh.. Hey Nat have you seen the new episode of Law & Order? It’s absolutely crazy!”
“Not now, Wanda.” she turns her attention back to you. “You’re obviously not over this guy, Y/N.”
You whip around. “So what if I’m not? It’s just a little crush. It’ll bypass in no time.”
“Guys..” Wanda’s voice gave off a warning tone.
“It’s been five years.” Natasha reminds you and you clench your fists. Stay calm and don’t cry.
“So this isn’t ‘just a little crush’. You’re in love with this dude!”
“Natasha, just drop it.” Wanda says in a soft tone. She knew where this was headed and she tried shutting it down.
The red head looks over at the brunette and glared at her. “No, I’m not going to just drop it. Y/N’s wasted five years on this asshole, Wanda. We’re her best friends. We need to teach that douchebag a lesson.”
“She’s right, just drop it. Nothing will change.” you spoke, trying so hard not to break down. You were afraid that if she continued to push the subject, you’d tell her everything. You didn’t want to break her heart; to betray her. What kind of person likes their best friends boyfriend? How fucked up is that? She couldn’t find out.
“Just tell me who he is!” Natasha was beginning to get frustrated. After all, she just wanted to make the guy pay for hurting her best friend.
“No!” you shout. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Fuck! Your eyes fill with tears and when you blink, they roll down your cheeks, staining them.
“Nat she’s crying, just leave it be.” Wanda grips Natasha’s forearm but she yanks it away, not listening to her.
“Why won’t you tell me who he is!? It’s fucking simple Y/N!” her arms are waving all over the place and her face is as red as her hair from yelling. “You know about me and Bucky so why can’t I know who this dude is!?”
“Stop pressuring her!”
Your tears blurred your vision so all you could see was a red blob and you sobbed loudly before shouting; “Because it’s Bucky!”
A/N: ohhhh noooo oh my gawd. Tell me what ya think!
You hold your paint brushes
like a heart holds a soul.
Each fine hair on the handle
somehow makes you whole.
Green and yellow and blue and grey
your name stretches across my lips like a two-syllable Irish dancer
And wiggles between my teeth.
your name splatters upon every canvas,
in the ashes of every ashtray.
Can I see the insides of your soul?
A black coffee and a mocha with whipped cream.
I asked for chocolate sprinkles
to match the freckles on your nose.
You make me feel like coffee tastes.
like wiggling toes
and hand-me-down clothes.
can I see the insides of your soul?
Gazing at your face directly in the sun
may be the best thing that I’ve ever done,
because your watermelon wedge smile
makes my body tingle.
makes my heart concave
and I thought I was brave
until you made me stand on stilts.
the hopeless romantic has hope.
may the mystery of your soul be a legend-
finger cuts and hand soap.
I’ll pack away your supplies,
whilst packing away mine:
your paint brushes and my storyline.
You won’t answer,
so ill play our song.
and you won’t respond.
And I’ll hope that the next time my heart runs away with me,
there will be someone willing to come along.
Summary: After years of friendship and secret feelings, Reader moves onto the next dude, making Peter jealous.
“I don’t know,” you sighed, swirling your tea cup, avoiding May’s gaze at all costs, “He’s so smitten with Liz, it’s almost creepy…” You explained, shrugging your shoulders. You lifted the teacup to your mouth, mostly to hide your blushing face.
You had been friends with Peter since your family moved to New York when you were in the seventh grade; you had a crush on him since the eighth grade. May had confronted you about it a few months back, and you’ve been confiding in her since then. She suspects Peter feels the same, but you have your doubts. All the guy talks about is Liz! Well, her, and school, and Ned, and May, and the Stark internship, and the million different movie franchises he follows—but he does talk about Liz a lot. And it hurt at first, but letting out the feelings with May had it’s advantages; you talked out your feelings, which made you feel a lot better. But you’ve also learned that she’s secretly rooting for the two of you. Sure, it made you feel good, but it means practically nothing if Peter doesn’t feel the same way.
“I really love the kid,” she said, getting up to pour some more tea into her cup, “But if Liz is a senior, and really ignores him as much as you say… I don’t know, I just wish he would take my advice!” She complained, pouring in some milk and stirring it all around.
“You just have to let him come to you,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “It’ll happen eventually; I’ve seen tonnes of contemporary movies, and have read even more Y.A novels. Trust me. It’ll happen.”
May chuckled as she retook her seat, “Thanks Y/N,” she smiled, “And listen, I know you’re stuck on Peter right now… But he’s got a lot on his plate, with his new internship, and school, and if you’re ready for something he’s not ready for… Maybe you don’t need to wait around for him,” she said gently, “I think you two would be great together, but I hate seeing you so beat up about him—I mean, he’s great, but he’s not that great,” she smirked teasingly. “What about that other guy you keep talking about? John something? John… Med-something? Meddling? Meddleton?” She rambled, cocking her head to the side expectantly.
“Meddleson,” you replied, “The funniest guy in pre-calc…” You said dreamily, just as the door swung open and Peter walked in.
“Talking about me?” He asked cockily, and weirdly out of breath.
You shook your head, standing from your seat, “No,” you replied, smiling, “John from pre-calc.”
Peter rolled his eyes, “You really think he’s the funniest guy in that class?” He asked, “Really?”
You shrugged your shoulders in response as Peter lead you into his bedroom, “Thanks for the advice, May,” you said, now ignoring Peter, “I think I’ll try it.”
“It’ll be good for you,” she replied with a grin, “Let me know how it goes.”
“Of course,” you smiled, following Peter into his bedroom, closing the door behind you.
Peter threw his backpack into his closet, before flopping down on his bed, “You know,” he began, eyeing you curiously, “You’re spending a lot of time with Aunt May recently; not sure if I like it or not. Kind of seems like you’re using me to visit with my Aunt.”
You rolled your eyes and joined Peter on his bed, taking out your calculus textbook from your backpack, “Don’t be ridiculous,” you shook your head, “She’s just a bonus.”
That evening, you had thought a lot about what May had said to you; of course you were a bit upset, and maybe a few tears were shed, but if it was meant to be, it would happen. But until it did, you didn’t want to be just waiting around for Peter. Instead, you busied yourself with John. You didn’t have many mutual friends with him, but you two did sit next to each other in pre-calc, which you were planning on taking advantage of.
That morning, you put on your best outfit, and got up early to make sure your hair wasn’t too out of control. Pre-calc was your last block of the morning, giving you time to think through a plan…
As soon as you got out of chemistry, you bid adieu to Michelle, and dragged Peter with you to math as quickly as you could.
“In a hurry?” He teased as you hurried through the hallway.
You shrugged your shoulders in response, “Let’s just go, Pete,” you grinned as you entered the room.
Recognizing the familiar head of wavy brown hair, you took your seat at the table with John, across from where Peter always sat.
“Morning, John,” You said, trying to sound cool, as you laid your backpack out and grabbed your textbook out.
He smiled his toothy grin at you, before responding, “Morning, Y/L/N,” he replied, “How was chem?” He asked, flipping through his notebook for a new page, “That was your last class wasn’t it?”
You nodded your head as you felt your cheeks heat up, “Yeah,” you answered, breathily, “It was alright… Mr. Hall gave us three assignments for homework, though, and I still have no idea how to balance an equation,” you admitted, embarrassingly.
John smiled as he shrugged his shoulders, “Well I took his class last year; maybe I could help,” he offered, “I did get an A.”
You couldn’t help but smile brightly as you nodded your head, “That sounds great,” you began, but didn’t get the chance to continue on account of Peter butting in from the table beside you.
“Actually,” he whispered, just loud enough to interrupt, “I’m in that class too, and I’m sitting at a 93%… And you kind of already asked me to help you out,” he said awkwardly, looking at you, hopefully. “Remember? You’re coming over tonight?”
You shook your head, shooting him daggers with your eyes, “And remember,” you shot back, “You cancelled. Said you’re busy with the Stark internship…”
Peter shook his head, quickly, “Not tonight,” he said, “Thanks for the offer, though, John.”
You sighed, and looked back at John, bashfully; luckily, he began to speak, so you didn’t have to.
“Well,” he said, still grinning, “If he’s ever too busy, you can just text me,” he said, a rosy blush taking over his cheeks.
You nodded as he wrote down his number in your notebook. You couldn’t wait to tell Aunt May.
Even though Peter nearly got in the middle of your plans, he managed to just barely stay out of the way. Sure, your study date got interrupted, but at least you got John’s number; that had to mean something, didn’t it?
That evening, May was working a double shift, so she wasn’t home. Unfortunately, neither was Peter. Groaning, you slammed the door shut, and made your way to his bedroom to wait for him.
“Hey, Y/N,” a voice said, spooking you.
Yelping, you jumped back, grabbing your hand to your chest, “Ned!” You exclaimed, “What are you doing here?!”
“Peter and I are going to build this new lego project I just got!” He said, quick to defend himself. “It’s Star Wars!”
You rolled your eyes, “Peter promised to help with my chemistry homework,” You groaned, “And he’s not even here to explain himself,” you muttered, shaking your head.
Ned sighed, “He has been busier recently, with that internship and all.”
You nodded your head, joining Ned on the bed, “And he’s been acting weird recently, too,” you added, “If he didn’t have time for me, why’d he offer to help?”
“Maybe he’s developing a God complex,” Ned muttered, “This is, like, the fourth time this month he’s bailed on me.”
You nodded in agreement, as Ned continued on. “You know, I’m pretty good at chemistry… I can help you with the homework if you want.”
You smiled up at him, gratefully, as you nodded, “Thanks,” you grinned, “I’d appreciate that.”
It was hours later, the sky was dark, the stars were out, your homework was completed, and now you were building a Death Star with Ned.
“I can’t believe he bailed on the both of us,” you said under your breath, “What do you think he’s doing, anyway?” You asked as you struggled to look through the instructions.
Ned shrugged, but before he could respond, the window to Peter’s window creaked open. In shock, you and Ned shared a look of panic, unsure of what to do; you’ve never been robbed before, you had no idea how to handle the situation. And Death Stars are only useful modes of destruction in the cinematic universe, not reality, you had literally nothing to defend yourself with!
Silently, who you immediately recognized as Spider-Man, began crawling across Peter’s room and closed his bedroom door without a noise.
Your heart was beating a mile a minute, and your brain was just screaming at you to do something, but your body refused to react. Until he took off his mask.
Ned dropped the Death Star, and your eyes widened immediately. “Hey,” you said, your voice a whisper, “We worked hard on that.”
“So this is why you keep bailing?” You asked through your teeth, once Peter gave up on trying to lie to you and Ned.
Pete sighed and sat on his bed, nodding, “Yeah—you can’t tell anyone, and I mean anyone. Even aunt May doesn’t know; it’s just me, you two, and Mr. Stark.”
You threw your hands up in the air, “So this is the Stark Internship that’s been keeping you so busy? Peter, do you have any idea how dangerous this is!” You exclaimed, crossing your arms.
“Not to mention inconvenient,” Ned added bitterly, “We were waiting her for hours for you to come home.”
You nodded your head in agreement, “Yeah,” you sighed, “Why would you offer to help me with chemistry, if you weren’t even going to be here?” You asked petulantly.
Peter looked at his feet as he wiggled his toes, “I don’t know,” he admitted, “I didn’t know I’d be busy—“
“Too busy to send a message?” Ned asked.
“I thought you’d guys be psyched!” Peter said, “You don’t think this is the tiniest bit cool?” He asked, looking between the two of you, hopefully.
“It’s late,” you said instead of answering his question, “I have to go.”
Grabbing your backpack, you ignored Peter as he tried calling you back. How could he not tell you he was Spider-man? You two had been friends for years, and he’s horrible at secrets, how did he manage to keep this to himself? But that didn’t even explain half of your anger. In the cafeteria today, you overheard Liz and her friends talking about guys, and apparently Liz has quite the thing for Spider-Man… When she finds out—you decided not to think about it. Just listen to Aunt May, just listen to Aunt May, you repeated to yourself as you approached the school the next morning.
Choosing it’d be best to ignore Peter for a while, you busied yourself with trying to work on some equations by yourself; Ned was a pretty good tutor, but if you wanted to forget about Pete you’d need a different guy helping you out.
“Hey John,” you grinned as you sat beside him, “What are you doing after school?”
After a multitude of ignored text messages and phone calls, you finally picked up Peter’s call.
“Hello,” You deadpanned.
“Oh, you answered—t-this is Peter,” Peter said awkwardly, making you roll your eyes.
“I know who it is, idiot,” you sighed, “What do you want?”
A moment passed before Peter responded, “Where are you?”
You sighed. “Yes.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Before you could deny him, he had already hung up, and it only took a minute or two before there was a knock on your bedroom door.
You couldn’t help but sigh, “Come in, Pete.” Cautiously, he entered. “Were you waiting out there?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.
He nodded his head, bashfully, “Yeah,” he admitted shyly, “Listen, can we talk?” He asked, “You’ve been ignoring me all day and it’s really driving me nuts.”
You looked down to your pencil in your hand and began fiddling with it. “Yeah,” you said, your voice small, “I’m sorry I was upset with you.”
“Why?” He asked, almost immediately, “I mean—I mean why were you upset with me? Because I didn’t tell you about the whole Spiderman thing? I couldn’t tell anyone! I told you, even Aunt May doesn’t know!” He rambled, “Or is it because I couldn’t make it last night—I tried, I really tried, but there was this whole thing downtown, and I had to be there, I—“
“Peter,” you cut him off, “It’s fine, it’s nothing,” you tried, before changing your mind. “Well, it is something,” you said, throwing one of your pillows at him. “Why would you make a fuss about John tutoring me, then leaving me cold when you take his place?” You spat, “And I thought I was your best friend, how could keep that a secret from me?”
Holding the pillow on his lap, Peter shrugged, “John sucks,” he muttered. “Why’d you want to hang out with him, anyway?”
You rolled your eyes, “Because he offered to help me with balancing my equations—you know I have trouble with that!”
“Yeah, I do know that, so why didn’t you ask me to help you?” He asked, avoiding eye contact, instead looking at the pillow in his lap.
You dug your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to come up with a reason that didn’t give away your feelings for him. “… Well you were so busy,” you explained poorly, “And I don’t know… I kind of—“
“Don’t say you like him,” Peter groaned, “Seriously?!”
“What’s the matter with John?” You asked defensively, “He’s a nice guy!”
“He’s the worst,” Peter sighed.
You furrowed your brows and cocked your head, “What’s John ever done to you?” You asked, “I didn’t even know you two talked to each other.”
“We don’t,” Peter sighed, “I just—John? Really?”
You rolled your eyes, “What’s it to you anyway, Parker, I just said I kind of liked him, it’s not like i’m inviting you to our wedding or anything. He didn’t even ask me out, we just did homework at his place… It was very PG 13.”
Peter sighed, still avoiding your eye contact. Deciding to drop the topic, he moved on; “So you don’t even think it’s cool that I’m Spider-Man?” He asked, still grumpy from your last conversation.
“I think it’s dangerous,” you responded, “Have you gotten hurt?”
Peter shook his head, “No,” he answered, “Not too terribly, anyway…”
You sighed, “Do you think you’ll ever get hurt too terribly?” You asked.
He couldn’t help but smile; “Why?” He asked cockily, “Are you worried?” He continued, finally having the courage to look you in the eye.
You threw another pillow at him, “Of course I am, stupid,” you answered, “You’re just a kid!”
“Am not,” he refuted, “Spider-MAN. It’s right in the name,” he laughed, throwing the pillow back at you.
“You’re lego collection says otherwise,” you teased, unable to hold back your grin.
“Okay,” he grinned, rolling up his sleeves theatrically, “That’s it, you deserve this, Y/N,” he beamed, leaping at you, his fingers immediately tickling your sides.
You laughed as you tried pushing him off of you, “Peter,” you yelped, “Stop it!”
He flopped down on top of you, resting his hands on your waist; “I missed you today,” he stated, “You didn’t even say good morning.”
You looked all around your room to avoid looking at the boy laying directly on top of you; “M’sorry,” you muttered, “I was just upset… I won’t do it again.”
Peter nodded in approval, “It was almost as bad as when your family went on that vacation to California; we barely talked all week…”
“At least you had Ned,” you consoled him, playing with the tips of his hair, “And Michelle.”
Peter shook his head, “No,” he said softly, “They’re different…”
You immediately felt your cheeks heat up, and prayed silently that Peter couldn’t feel your heart beating abnormally quickly from his spot on your chest. “You think?” You asked, trying to keep the hope out of your voice.
Peter nodded, “Yeah,” he replied, moving so he was resting his weight on his forearms instead of on you. “I don’t really have anything against John from pre-calc. I just… I’ve liked you for a long time, but I didn’t think you felt the same about me—“
Cutting him off, you used your finger to tie his chin up to force him to look at you before kissing him softly, giving him a chance to pull away if he wanted to. When you felt him kiss you back, your heart practically melted.
“I’ve liked you for a long time, too, Pete,” you said softly. “Aunt May is going to be so excited about this.”