5 Times When Peter Parker had a completely obvious crush on you
1) He anonymously sent you a copy of your favorite book
Peter overheard you talking to one of your friends in the hallway of school. “I just cannot believe,” you were saying, “that A Tale of Two Cities is my favorite book and I don’t own a copy of it!”
Gwen, the friend by your side, shrugged. “Buy it.”
“Ugh, but that’s so much work,” you sighed. “I’d have to go all the way to the store and talk to someone to purchase it.”
Peter closed his locker, eyeing you from the side. You had moved on from the topic, slinging your red and black checkered bag over your shoulder and walking away.
He waved to you nervously and was delighted when you smiled to him. “Hi, Peter,” you say before continuing on.
The following morning shocked you because there was a package inside your locker. Well, more of a present.
It was wrapped neatly in gold paper with a ribbon on top and a note card with your name on it.
You looked around the hallway-it was still just morning time, students still filing into the school. You supposed it couldn’t have been hard for someone to break into your locker seeing as you spend every minute you can spare by sleeping in. Who, exactly, thought it would be a good idea to start high school at seven in the damn morning?
Either way, you hesitantly unwrapped the paper.
You couldn’t help but squeal in delight when you saw the contents; a book! Not just any book, but your favorite book!
You’d been talking to your friend, Gwen, about how you had yet to own a copy of it just the day before now. Perhaps she had something to do with it?
You grinned while you held the book to your chest, retreating to class.
Peter waved to you from his locker and you waved back.
2) You were gushing about your crush on Spider-Man
Michelle laughed at you from her side of the table. “You’re utterly insane, [Nickname], you know that?”
You pouted. “I’m not. I’m just saying that Spider-Man and I will probably ended up making out at some point. It’s bound it happen. I’ve read the fan-fiction on tumblr, Michelle, and I know at least one third of it was written by you.”
She rolled her eyes when you pointed at her with a plastic spork. “Hey, so on a totally different-and normal- note, can one of my friends sit with us today?”
You put her hand over your chest in mock terror. “You have friends other than me? That’s bull,” you laughed.
Michelle leaned back on her cafeteria seat. “Nah, he’s a little and helpless puppy-nerd. Yo, Peter!”
You looked back and smiled when Peter Parker made his way over. He set his bag beside yours and you pulled a seat out for him. “[Y/n], you know Parker, right?” Michelle asked, gesturing between you both.
“Yeah, sort of,” you replied happily. “You were in my biology Freshmen year! And we have lockers close together,” you told Peter, as though he didn’t remember it himself. Trust me, he did.
“So Peter, enlighten us both with your ever so smart nonsense,” Michelle purred, resting her chin in her elbow. “Do you think [Y/n] has a chance with Spider-Man?”
Your eyes widened and you promptly kicked your friend underneath the table. “Why?” you hissed.
Michelle laughed over her wince of pain.
“Uhm. W-why would you want a…chance…with Spider-Man?” Peter asked, looking at you. “Because,” you replied slowly. “He’s-well he’s the type of guy who just-”
“Because [Y/n] has a huge crush on him,” Michelle answered for you.
The rest of the day, Peter imagined what it’d be like for him to swoop you up in his arms while wearing his suit.
3) He offered to be your date when yours stood you up
The Midtown High School committee always held a party right smack in the middle of the year. It acted as a fundraiser and a survey for student interests at the same time.
This year, the theme is super heros! Everyone that would show up was meant to be dressed as a super hero, whether real or fictional. You would get to take pictures with little kids who showed up and what not. Plus, when the photography portion is over, there would be a marathon of hero movies in the theatre of the school-food and drinks provided.
Someone had ended up asking you out to this school event. You supposed he was cute enough. The plan was that you’d buy the tickets and he’d pay you back at the end of the night. You guys even decided to go as a super hero couple!
So you now stood in line at your school, handing money to Gwen. Gwen is the type of girl who is in ever single club at the school so it didn’t surprise you that she is also apart of the committee. “So,” she grinned, “I hear you’re going with Dreamy Danny?”
You blushed, looking away from her as she counted the money and tickets. “Yes, I guess.”
“You guess?! [Y/n],” Gwen said, all serious now, “Dreamy Danny has been the number one wet dream boat for everyone ever since he transferred. I’m going to be the sister-in-law of Dreamy Danny!”
You took the tickets from her hands. “You are not because we aren’t getting married. And Dreamy Danny isn’t all that, you know,” you grumble back.
Gwen nodded. “Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, I forgot you were only into nerds like Spider-Man and Peter Parker.”
You wanted to scream at her to shut up. “I don’t like like Peter, okay! All I said is that he happened to be really cute and I’m happy we are starting to be friends…and Spider-Man isn’t a nerd!” you added before walking off. Gwen called out to you, something along the lines of “Nerds are so your type!”
You tried to forget Gwen’s comment on Peter-especially since you are headed to the library to spend free period with him.
He greeted you with a cute smile, as usual. He had the seat pulled out for you and you happily took it.
“Ooh, you’re going to the fundraiser?” he asked, spotting the tickets in your hands.
“Yep! Maybe Spider-Man will be there,” you joked. Your crush on Spider-Man became an inside joke between you guys now, since it was the first thing you two had actually talked about.
Peter had quickly become a good friend. You enjoyed his company.
“Are you going with Gwen?” he asked, biting into an apple. “No, Danny Rand.”
Peter stopped in the middle of his bite. Danny Rand?! As in the guy everyone in school thought was really hot? Hell, his nickname is Dreamy Danny!
“I thought the same thing when he asked,” you admitted. “It’s all very weird. I actually thought he liked that girl, Colleen. But whatever, right? Peter, you said you’re going to the fundraiser tomorrow?”
He opened his mouth to answer but noticed your phone light up. The number hadn’t yet been saved.
“Oh. That’s Drea-Danny,” you say, unlocking the phone to read what he had sent. “Oh…”
Peter leaned in towards you. “Wait, what’s wrong?”
Your face had fallen, just a bit, and you wrinkled your nose with discomfort. “I’m getting stood up,” you announced, putting your phone face down. “And I already bought his ticket…do you want to come with me to return this?” you asked, waving the other one in your hand.
It didn’t totally bother you; Dreamy Danny isn’t your boyfriend, anyways, and you hardly knew him, so why should it bother you? But on the other hand, you’d gotten a bit excited. Maybe the idea of having a date was why you’d been excited.
But now you’re going alone. It made you a little sad.
“Uh, no,” Peter said, clearing his throat. “You don’t have to return it. I’ll go with you to the fundraiser,” he said, a small smile drawing the corner of his mouth up.
You raised your eyebrows. “Don’t you already have plans?”
He shook his head, leaning down on the table. Peter tapped his fingers on a textbook rhythmically. “No, I was going alone too. And besides, I didn’t buy my ticket yet. I’ll just pay you right now for it.”
You held the extra ticket close to your chest. “I don’t want your money, though. I’d feel bad!”
“Why?” Peter asked. “Wasn’t Danny Rand going to pay you back?”
You slowly nodded your head. “Well, yes, but isn’t his family super well off? Not that you’re poor!” you quickly apologized. Peter only laughed at that. “Hey-think of it like this! I bought my own ticket, you just picked it up for me. Okay? Say ‘Okay, Peter,’” he coaxed as he switched the spare ticket in your hand for a five dollar bill.
“Okay, Peter,” you nodded.
4) You showed up as his superhero S/O
Peter insisted that he should have picked you up for the fundraiser, but you told him no and he’d already been enough of a big help. Peter, you texted him, you don’t have to go out of your way to do that! I’ll meet you there, don’t worry! :)
So he waited, bouncing on the balls of his feet while playing on his phone. His costume was a Nightwing one, black and blue with his hair slicked out of his face.
A taxi eventually rolled up and he watched curiously to see who would get out of the car.
He almost screamed out loud when he saw your costume.
You had decided to come to this thing as Starfire.
STARFIRE. OF ALL PEOPLE. AND YOUR COSTUME…NO, he yelled at himself, I CAN’T LOOK AT HER THAT WAY.
Since the event was a school function, you’d opted for a more modest take of the alien’s outfit, seeing as the comic version involved as little cloth as possible. But your hair was curled the way Starfire’s was and you looked absolutely gorgeous.
You happily skipped over to Peter and admired his costume. “Hey! We match! You know, Nightwing and Starfire are da-”
“Yeah, I know,” Peter quickly interrupted before you could say it. Dating.
After some chatting, you guys decided to head into the school. All Peter could think about was the fact neither of you planned this.
What a coincidence.
5) He saw you in an unexpected place
Summer had finally come for New York. The school year ended with Peter romantically confessing his feelings for you then giving you a hard, passionate kiss.
Haha. Not. It’s what he would have liked to have happened, but instead you guys went back to his apartment and ate ice cream with his Aunt May.
The intense July heat gave Peter much more of a reason to ask Mr. Stark to help him train and learn more at the facility. The air conditioning there was so cold and perfect. Not perfect for winter, anyways, but it would be just fine for this time of year.
Tony escorted him around the place again for good measure. “Hey, so when can I meet the other Avengers?” Peter asked eagerly. “I mean, you know, officially meet them.” Peter wouldn’t call getting his ass kicked by Steven Rogers a ‘proper introduction.’
Tony hesitated. He wasn’t completely over the incidents with Steve-i.e the time when everyone on the Avengers split into side and tried to beat each other up- but gave in. “I guess you can meet some of them now. Come on, kid, follow me.”
Peter cheered to himself and followed after Tony. “You can meet a few of the softies first. You know, to ease your way into it. Let’s start with Banner.”
Peter paled. “How is he a softie?! He-he could kill me,” Peter said quietly, as though if he said it louder he would actually die.
“A lot of people could kill you, kiddo, but Banner won’t. You can also meet his kid. She’s about the same age as you and has some weird powers. Probably something to do with Bruce’s bio~hazardous sperm.”
Peter wanted to point out that if Bruce did sleep with someone without a condom, his ‘bio~hazardous sperm’ would most likely kill the poor woman.
There was a wide set of tinted glass doors, a few words of warning printed onto them. “This is our playground,” Tony explained. “The science lab. If the Big Guy is anywhere, he’s here. You wouldn’t have seen him yet, but his kid, you have. She was at the airport.”
How could Peter forget? She pummeled him into small Spider-Boy pulp. And all because he said her mask was a bit unreasonable( his exact words were “I mean seriously, how do you breathe with that? And purple? Not a good color on you.”).
Tony pressed a few buttons and then pushed the door open. “After you,” he grinned to Peter.
Peter stepped in, cautiously, and looked around. There wasn’t anything absolutely crazy like he’d expected. In one corner of the room there was a couch with a new looking book on the armrest and a knit blanket sprawled over the cushions.
In another corner, a cabinet of glass beakers and other items; beside that, a door that led to a storage room-Peter thought to himself that it probably held chemicals.
In the very center of a room was a wide table. Expensive looking computers and the same hologram screens Tony used were littered about it. Behind the table was a man with scruffy dark, graying hair. He has thin glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, buried deep into his work.
Although that wasn’t what made Peter gasp in utter shock.
There was a girl standing on the ceiling.
Standing. On. The ceiling. Her hair didn’t fall out around her head, and her clothes weren’t slipping off of her that way it should have when someone is hanging upside down. She was humming to herself, occasionally doing flips and spins. She even landed perfectly back onto the surface!
“Kiddo, Big Guy, why don’t you stop being weirdos and say hello to the guest,” Tony says.
The girl didn’t bother to look at Tony and huffed. “Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. Peter watched in awe at how she got down from the ceiling. She simply walked down the wall and to the floor.
But Bruce had already moved over and blocked Peter’s view of the girl’s face. “Tony, who have you kidnapped now? He’s only a teenager.”
“Maybe Tony should be kidnapping teenagers if you guys intend on locking me up here and raising me hidden away from society.” That voice-
And then she pushed past her dad. Her [e/c] eyes widened in complete surprise. “Peter?!” Bruce’s eyes narrowed at Peter, then. “You know [Y/n]?”
“Wait,” Tony interrupted. “You know Peter?” he asks you. “Well duh, I know Peter,” you say, though your eyes don’t stray off of your friend. “Why do you know him?” The question was directed at Peter now. He realized you had meant ‘Why do you know Mr. Stark?’
Tony proudly pat Peter’s shoulders. “Kiddo here is Spider-Man!”
It was then that you realized not only have you once beat up your favorite hero-but also your crush.
By the end of the meeting Keith was sure he hated Lance.
He was loud, obnoxious and never stopped talking.
Keith may of been able to forgive most of this if the guy actually had a reason to be at the meetings.
Grieving for himself?
What the he’ll is that supposed to mean?
Like what did he delete his Facebook and decide he needed coinciding for it.
No matter who was talking or what they had to say, Lance had a comment or a joke.
It was like he was laughing at all their suffering.
He was even smiling when Hunk told them all how hard he found it since he lost his grandfather.
Keith was losing it and Allura seemed to notice.
“I think that’s all for today thank you all for coming.” She said standing up.
“But we have at least ten mo-”
Coran was cut off when Allura directed his attention to Keith who had been glaring at Lance for the last ten minutes.
“Ah yes. I do have somewhere to be so we shall bring the group to an end until next session.”
“Sweet I’ll call the bae to pick me up.” Lance joked jumping to his feet and pulling out his phone.
Keith wondered what kind of woman would be crazy enough to stay with that weirdo.
“So any plans after this?” Hunk asked leaning his elbow on his knee to support his head.
“Not really.” Keith shrugged. He had planned on spending the rest of the night at home alone waiting by the phone for any word from Shiro.
“Well you do now.” Hunk grinned standing up and grabbing his backpack.
“Hunks tradition, after every session we go get ice cream.” Pidge explained trying to look uninterested but something about her tone gave away the fact she was actually looking forward to it.
“I don’t know… I mean I wouldn’t want to intrude.” Keith decided to leave out the fact he wasn’t sure he could stand much more of Lance before putting him on his ass.
“Awww come on, first Lance won’t come, now you don’t want to come.” Hunk groaned throwing his arms up in the air dramatically.
“Wait Lance isn’t coming?… erm I mean sure I suppose I could go for ice cream.” Keith smiled slightly as Hunk threw his arm around him and Pidge.
“I see you’ve replaced me already Hunk.” Lance said jokingly.
“Please you know I’m just after the buy two get one free ice cream deal.” Hunk replied laughing.
“Ah I miss ice cream so much. Almost as much as you three are going to miss me until the next session.” Lance winked flirtingly causing Keith to cringe.
“Yeah miss you like the plague.” Pidge smirked.
“Ah you know you love me young pigeon.” Lance laughed obnoxiously ruffling Pidge’s hair.
“That’s a filthy lie and you know it.” She snapped without any real venom.
“Babe get your ass over here.” A tall man with incredibly long white hair leaned in the door way with a hand on his hip.
Lance’s grin grew as he did as he was told.
The man leaned down wrapping his arms around Lance possessively and kissing him on the top of the head locking eyes with Keith.
“Hey babe go get me a drink I something ok.” He said tilting Lance’s face up to him.
Lance blushed and nodded before running off eagerly down the hall to the drinks machine.
“So who’s this little cutie?” He asked cocking his hip to one side as he ran a finger along Keith’s jaw line.
Keith jerked away staring at his guy who must of been Lance’s boyfriend. “The names Keith and don’t touch me.”
“Oh a feisty little kitten I like that.” He chuckled “well Keith it is simply wonderful to meet you. I am-”
“This is Lotor, he’s Lance’s boyfriend.” Hunk sounded strange. Like he was… angry. Keith didn’t know Hunk very long but he just didn’t seem like the kind of guy that could be angry at anyone every.
Lotor glared at Hunk before his seductive smile returned “as the fatty said I am indeed with Lance… for now.” He winked and Keith felt very uneasy.
He didn’t like what he had called Hunk and despite Lance’s flaws he felt like he could do better then this jerk. But it wasn’t really his place.
“Shut up Lotor Hunks perfect!” Pidge yelled taking a step forward and had to be held back by Hunk to stop her from taking a swing at the man.
“Oh yes I’m sure he is. And that’s why Lance is hanging around him and not me.”
“You know what!” Pidge shrugged Hunk off and looked ready to pounce when Lance returned holding a bottle of coke.
She stopped in her tracks and Keith couldn’t understand why.
Why would Lance being there stop her from defending Hunk?
“Ah thanks babe.” Lotor took the drink kissing him on the head before taking a sip, which he promptly spat out and threw the bottle against the wall causing everyone to jump.
“You know I have diet!”
“Sorry bae I’ll erm… I.”
Lotor sighed “oh my sweet idiot, your lucky your so pretty, no one else would put up with you.”
“Guess im lucky you love me then.” Lance joked but Keith saw a slight shake to his hands and a nervous glance to Hunk.
“Yeah sure I do. To make it up to me you buy some me dinner.” Lotor purred grabbing Lance by the wrist and pulling him out.
“Ok… sure.” Lance glanced over his shoulder waving “I guess I’ll see you guess next session.”
With that he was gone.
“Wow…” Keith mumbled in shock.
“Yeah… Worst thing is it’s the happiest I’ve seen Lance in a very long time.” Hunk said staring after Lance like all he wanted to do was wrap him up and keep him safe from the world.
Maybe it was the way the snow was swirling outside and it reminded you of the time that the two of you leapt out of bed at midnight in nothing but your pajamas and boots to go celebrate the first winter storm. Or maybe it could have been the way that the air smelled sweet and familiar, almost like home, almost like him. Or it could have been the way that you were quite literally shit faced off of a cheap bottle of wine as you watched cheesy romance movies on Lifetime and all you could think about was him.
You were bitter, sure. And yeah, you were a little sad. Well, scratch that. A lot sad. Really sad. So sad that you had abandoned the movie with a happy ending to instead sprawl out on your living room floor, your phone clutched in one hand, a bottle of red in the other. You’d become a cliche: the heartbroken girl, pitying herself as she laid on the floor and replayed old videos that now only held the what could have been.
This particular video was from the time Harry flew you out to Jamaica in the middle of his recording process. Your schedules had lined up just right, you had enough vacation hours, and you missed him, dammit. You couldn’t remember if this was the second or third day you’d been there, but Harry had led you to a lush spot two miles behind the studio where he’d been staying for the past three weeks. In the center of the greenery was a crystal clear pool of water filled by a decent sized waterfall that roared on the other side of the bank. It’d taken your breath away, and you couldn’t believe that it was just the two of you where no one could find you. You two were quite literally in your own little paradise.
“Harry,” you cooed from behind the phone. You grimaced at your voice.
Harry turned to you, swim trunks hanging low on his hips. He was dripping wet from his swim, his now short hair slicked back from the water. “Wha’ yeh doin’?” he asked.
“Nothin’,” you giggled.
He smirked and your heart broke. “Doesn’t look like nothin’.”
Harry started for the camera and you squealed behind the device. You held it up, right to his face. His eyes flicked down to the lense and then back up, presumably to meet yours.
“Yeh havin’ fun?” he asked.
“Are you having fun?” you asked back.
Harry smiled as he chomped on a piece of gum. “’M havin’ a lot ‘f fun,” he admitted.
“Good,” you heard yourself whisper. “I love you.”
You remembered that moment clear as day. He looked angelic with the waterfall behind him, that smile on his face, hair wet and slicked back. He was yours and you were his.
“I love yeh, too,” Harry replied. He leaned forward and the recording shut off.
You remembered that he kissed you, taking the phone from your grasp and tossing it over next to your clothes. Then the two of you made love in the water.
You closed out of your photos app and your thumb hovered over the call button in the lower left corner of the screen. Sober you knew it was a terrible idea; drunk you also knew it was a terrible idea, but didn’t care. So you scrolled through your contacts until you found his name, sitting there between Hannah and Harvey, one of your managers at work. You tapped Harry’s name and held the phone up to your ear, mindlessly picking at the loose spindles of fabric in the carpet as it rang.
It went to voicemail after a while and you sighed. Your heart jumped at the sound of his voice. “Hi, you’ve reached Harry Styles. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to yeh.”
There was a beep and then it all came pouring out.
“Hey…’s me,” you slurred. “I was jus’ thinking about you is all. We were good together, yeah? Everyone thought so. I guess all I’m tryin’ to say is that I miss you.”
Sober you would have hung up by now. Sober you wouldn’t have even called in the first place. But drunk you started crying, and decided to stay on the line anyway.
“Harry… please… just answer me. I miss you. I love you. I fucked up, yeah? It’s been three months and I… I can’t stop thinking about you. It doesn’t stop hurting and I just… please. I’m sorry.”
You ended the call abruptly and flopped your head down on the living room carpet, sobbing. Eventually, you passed out there, your tears drying into sticky trails on your cheeks.
Hours later, at some point in the early hours of the morning, you woke to harsh banging coming from your front door. You sat up too quickly and your head pounded in protest from too much wine and too many tears.
“Damn it, open up!” the voice yelled from the other side.
You gasped. You’d know that voice anywhere. It was Harry. Last night’s events came rushing back and you cursed yourself as you stood, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders.
The knocking stopped but you could still hear his voice on the other side. You unlocked the door and opened it, not concerned with what you looked like, considering he’d probably seen you look worse.
Harry, dressed in black, a contrast to the blanket of snow behind him, turned his attention toward you, his eyes steady on your frame. You noticed he had his phone to his ear. “She jus’ opened the door…. Yeah… Yeh too… G'night.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you as he ended the call.
“Who was that?” you asked.
“Yeh mum. I thought yeh’d done somethin’ stupid.” He sounded pissed.
You could feel your cheeks redden. “Well I’m fine. So you can go.”
As you went to shut the door, Harry stopped it with his foot. “Stop pushin’ me away, damn it!”
You didn’t have the energy to fight right now. That’s how you’d gotten into this situation in the first place. The last month of your relationship was nothing but fighting. Over what, you weren’t even sure. You felt you were holding him back, wanting too much, needing more of him than he could give. He felt he wasn’t enough, was never there, and couldn’t give you what you needed from him.
“Harry, I don’t wanna do this,” you sighed.
“Wha’ ‘bout me?” he protested. “Wha’ ‘bout wha’ I wan’?”
You rolled your eyes, pulling the blanket around you tighter. “It’s always been about what you want! You want to go to Jamaica for two months, you want to fall off the face of the earth, you want to do promo and not think about if I want to be there! You just go and you leave me behind! You think I care about my job at all? I work because I’m bored, Harry. I work because I want a sense of normalcy, because being with you was anything but normal! But did you ever think that I just wanted to drop it all and follow you anywhere? I was so god damn proud of you. I am proud of you. But it felt like you didn’t want me next to you when you took over the world.” You were crying again.
Harry chewed his lip, running a hand through his unruly hair. “'F course I wanted yeh there! But I thought it’d be t’ much. I wanted yeh to have a normal life, normal friends, a normal schedule-”
“But I didn’t want that,” you whispered. “All I wanted was you, Harry.”
“Wha’ d'yeh wan’ me t’ say?” Harry nearly pleaded.
You shook your head. You didn’t know if the two of you could come back from this, and you didn’t have the energy to care anymore. “Last night was a mistake,” you said quietly, your voice steady, all evidence of emotion gone. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine. Just please go, okay? I don’t want you here.”
That last statement was a lie. Of course you wanted him here. But it hurt too much to look at him.
Harry stayed put, his eyes searching yours. Knowing that one of you would have to make the next move, you took it, and gently shut the door in his face. You leaned your back against it, sobbing quietly into your hands as you heard his footsteps fade from the door. You slid down to the floor when the engine of his Rover started, and you curled up in a ball when he pulled away.
For the second time that night, you fell asleep on the floor in your own tears, Harry on your mind.
If you had one word - just one word - to describe yourself, what word would you use?
Man, that’s a tough one, bro, I dunno. I guess alot of my friends would say I’m a typical bro, you know, I like all the bro things that bros do, I kinda bro out alot, especially since I met him, yknow? Even though it don’t really feel like it’s only since I met him, it’s more like it’s been happening in slow motion for my whole life, if that makes any sense, you know? Like a sleeper thing, like it was asleep in me, and just like, woke up, sorta, when I met my bro. So I guess I’d say bro, that’d be a good word to describe me, cuz it doesn’t only describe me but it describes my bro too. Two halfs, one whole. You dig?
Okay, sure. I’m not really sure I - exactly follow your train of thought, but okay. Next question. With whom in your life would you say you are closest? It could be a roommate, or a –
That’s a easy one! Totally my bro. We do fuckin everything together. We even share clothes. Work out together, climb shit together, go hiking, play ball - football, baseball, basketball. He says he’s gonna teach me how to skate, too, so we can even play hockey together. How fuckin sweet is that? We’re gettin big together, like crazy. Already pretty ripped. Been takin these awesome supps that my bro gave me. You outta try em, bro. You work out?
I, sure, yeah. Go to the gym. Not real regular, but I work out some. But this isn’t about me, it’s about you.
Oh yeah. I forgot again. Just sayin, bro, you could probly use some of these awesome supps. You look like you could be pretty big. If you wanted to, yknow.
Have you always been such a workout junkie?
Huhuhuhuh workout junkie. That’s a funny way to put it, bro. Dya mind if I call you bro, bro? I guess I just kinda call everyone bro now. Huhuh, even chicks. It’s cool though.
Uh, sorry bro. What was the question again?
Have you always been such a … uh - did you always, yknow. Uh, workout. Alot. I mean, your guns are fuckin huge.
Fuck yeah, right? Look even better when I flex. Been workin the bis extra hard lately with bro. See?
Wow. Fuck. That’s, uh, yeah. Fuck.
Yeah bro! Uh, you sportin a little wood there, bro, huhuh, you like what you see?Yeah, it’s cool, bro. You wanna just kinda stick your hand in your shorts and mess around a bit, that’s cool, bro. How ya feelin?
Uhhhh … fuck … good, bro … realfuckin good …
Fuck yeah bro! Maybe you can come workout with me an my bro sometime, shape up your guns. Hey, so what’d you say you were interviewin me for anyway?
Uh, the school … paper. Fuck. Fuuuuck. Your friends, they wanted to know … fuck …. where you’d gone …
Yeah, bro. Uh, what friends? What paper?
Yeah … what friends. What paper.
Yeah bro! Hey, I got a hat for you. It’s just like the one my bro gave me when I met my bro. It’s cool, right?
PAYA: shes been cooped up so long she just fell in love with the first dude who showed up at her house, thats not healthy. she needs to get out into the world, travel, meet people, make out with some of them. my suggestion is the shopgirl at hateno who hides in the corner all the time
MIPHA: shes dead she cant date anyone
SIDON: the white bird man with the eyeliner. yeah cmon shark n bird lets get weird with it
RIJU: i think shes p much the only teen in the game, everyone else is either an adult or toddler so idk. sorry your the only teen i guess your married to the job
YUNOBO: gorons dont fuck. i dont believe in it
ZELDA: its messed up that she even still has a living body, im shipping her with a bed so she can rest
LINK: a very large sandwich, like one of those dagwood scooby doo deals
Instead of heading to the living room, you walked into your room and sat down on the edge of the bed. You just admitted out loud, to yourself and your son, that you were still madly in love with Jared. You sighed, just sitting there and trying to relax. You had told River not to tell Jared, that it would just make things harder for everyone. Now you needed to convince yourself not to cave in.
“I’m sorry.” You looked up hearing Jared’s voice, but he wasn’t talking to you. He was standing in River’s door way right across from yours.
“I should be apologizing. I’m sorry I lied to you, and mom. I-”
“River..” Jared leaned his shoulder on the door frame, and you watched him shake his head softly. “I’m sorry. I haven’t been your dad very long, and I’m not doing so great. Even when I’m here, I’m only half focused on you at best. I’m so worried about my marriage, I miss my other kids.. That’s not fair to you.” He sighed. “So I was wondering. Would you like to talk to your brothers later?”
Prompt: Jongin asks out a girl he likes but she rejects him bc she thinks its a prank
Genre: more fluff than angst
Word Count: 1534
Jongin sat down with a defeated huff and stared gloomily at the lunch that looked anything but appetizing now.
“She rejected you?” Baekhyun concluded, shocked at the news. Jongin could only grit his teeth and push the food around his bento tray with his metal chopsticks in total disinterest. Even Sehun looked surprised at the unexpected outcome. “Jeez…are you ok, hyung?”
“Not really, no,” Jongin mumbled back.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No, but I kinda feel like I owe it to you guys since you were willing to wait on her identity until I asked.”
“No, you don’t have to-”
“It’s fine, I’m gonna have to say it sooner or later.”
Baekhyun and Sehun waited in silence for a moment while Jongin sighed and pushed some food into his mouth. “I thought she was just shy at first or something when I went up to her. She even jumped a little when I said her name…it was kinda cute.”
Baekhyun stifled a smirk, knowing well enough that this was one of the worst times to tease his friend about how whipped he was for this girl. Sehun eyed him knowingly though, suffering the same reaction.
“But she just…I dunno, she looked kinda scared and for a second I thought she hated me.”
“What do you mean ‘hated you?’ I thought you said that you caught her staring at you sometimes.”
“I dunno, Baek. I really don’t, but then it gets weird. She was almost completely unresponsive when I started talking about how I thought she was cool and wanted to be her friend, and that made me so goddamn nervous, I was fucking stuttering. The whole time!”
Baekhyun shushed Sehun.
“A-and when I finally asked if she wanted to get to know each other and become friends, she laughed at me.”
“What?” his friends responded in unison
“She asked if I was asking her out and sounded really bitter when she did, but I said yeah because that’s what I was pretty much doing right?”
“And then she said, and I quote, ‘Nice try, I’m not falling for this fucking prank’ and pretty much stormed off.” His two friends stared at him in disbelief. “I’ve never heard so much dislike in someone’s voice…It was awful.”
Everyone was quiet for a moment, digesting Jongin’s story, completely ignoring the food in front of them.
“She sounds like a bitch,” Sehun commented bluntly, breaking the silence.
“Shut up,” Jongin said with a frown and glared at his food. “She isn’t like that.”
“Well it sounds like it,” Baekhyun added.
“No,” Jongin insisted. “She’s not like that! She works at an animal shelter on the weekends and she does everything she can to make sure all the animals are ok and healthy and happy and that they go to loving families. She isn’t like that, someone with such a kind, caring heart can’t be like that!”
Baekhyun held up his hands in surrender. “Ok, ok, we get it…but when did you figure out she works at an animal shelter on the weekends?” Sehun smirked at his comment.
“I didn’t stalk her, ok? I was getting something for Monggu at the beginning of last summer and ran into her there. I was hoping she might remember me…”
“Well, whatever, but sorry she rejected you like that, hyung,” Sehun said as the bell rang to mark the end of lunch.
“Yeah, me too,” Baekhyun said sympathetically, helping Sehun clear the table. Jongin could only nod in acknowledgment as he repacked his almost untouched lunch.
It bothered him for the entire day, and Jongin couldn’t focus in class because of what happened. He was prepared for a no, but not a “fuck off” kind of no. After the day ended, he was determined enough to talk to her again at the animal shelter to at least figure out why she thought so poorly of him.
Saturday arrived and the nervous feeling that wouldn’t quite settle in his stomach almost convinced Jongin to abandon the whole ordeal and settle for licking his wounds and nursing his pride, but he forced himself to get up and make the trip to the animal shelter, mumbling and rehearsing an apologetic speech for her.
The little bells by the door chimed as he entered and a frantic “Close the door!” yelped somewhere from around the corner. A small puppy with a penchant for escapades and excited dashes for freedom clumsily sped around the wall and nearly crashed into Jongin’s legs. He hurriedly scooped it up and received a frantic struggle and friendly kisses. He heard an exhausted huff and looked up to see his crush make her way toward to door, hair no longer in place and face red from running around. She froze when she saw him holding the puppy.
“What are you doing here,” she asked in a low voice and straightened up her shirt.
“I was, well, I…was wondering…” The words got caught in his throat and he struggled to continue. She continued to watch him, eyebrows furrowing slightly in what Jongin could only guess as annoyance, so he let out a sigh and held the puppy a little closer into himself for subconscious support.
“I don’t want to bother you, really, but…can I know, well, why? I-I don’t want to really assume anything, but you don’t really seem to like me at all and I don’t know if i did anything wrong or if you just think I’m weird. I dunno, I-”
“You’re joking, right?” she said with contempt creeping into her voice. “I’m not falling for your tasteless pranks,” she spat out and reached for the dog to take him back. As soon as it was safe in her arms, she backed off as if Jongin’s presence itself was poisonous. “You guys already make fun of me enough, can’t you just leave me alone? How did you even know where I was today?! Please just get away from me!”
“No, wait! Really, I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m so confused,” he said helplessly. She stared at him, analyzing his demeanor critically.
“Please, I really don’t understand what happened. Have I done something?”
“How did you know where I work?” she asked in disgust, controlling the fear in her voice.
“I came here last summer to get something for my dog, and I noticed you working here, that’s all, really, I promise I’m not creeping on you or anything!”
“This isn’t a prank?” She began to believe his sincerity.
“No!” Jongin insisted. “Why would you think it was a prank? We don’t even know each other very well, even though I…would like to get to know you better…”
“Why? It’s because of your nasty friends, that’s why!”
“Baekhyun and Sehun, yes them,” she said in repulsion.
“They make fun of me any chance they get! Not even jokingly, I can take a joke, but your friends, they, th-they straight up bully me, and I don’t know why!”
Jongin was shocked into silence.
She began to tear up, but furiously fought them back. “So-s-so what if I can’t wear the nicest clothes all the time, and why do people feel such a strong urge to make fun of the ones who work hard to make their lives better, that’s so stupid!” She furiously turned and stormed off around the corner with the puppy clutched in her arms.
Jongin cautiously followed her, rage welling up inside against his friends. He didn’t even know this was going on, no wonder she reacted the way she did!
He watched her gently put the puppy back into its pen with the other littermates.
“I’m sorry if I confused you. I was just waiting for you to join in with them since you’re their friend, so I thought you were just mocking me,” she explained.
Jongin’s heart melted at her words. Even now, she was apologising for something that wasn’t even her fault. “It’s ok. I understand now,” he said quietly. “I'll…wow. I really need to sit those two down,” he muttered irritably.
She laughed a little before the two of them fell back into silence, watching as the pups played with each other.
“H-hey…if, umm, if it’s not to weird of a moment to ask this, but I…well…”
“If I get them to stop, are you willing to give them another chance?”
She fell quiet and he could see her thinking hard. “I guess I suppose so…I really don’t want to, but everyone needs second chances. Honestly though, it’d be easier to give you a second chance. You don’t seem that bad,” she concluded and gave him a small grin.
Jongin’s stomach flipped a nervous-excited loop. “Really?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“I’ll fix this, I promise. I’m so sorry that they treated you like that, I’m honestly really shocked and beyond pissed, but they’re better than that, I swear.”
“I believe you.”
She could barely get through her sentence before the escape artist pup wriggled through the bars to indulge in another adventure. The two spent the next few minutes chasing excited yaps with the growing hope of of a happier future.
Aoi and Reita can’t focus because there’s a cake in the room (Radio Jack June 9)
Uruha: What about your update, Kai?
Ruki: Oh yeah!
Kai: Me? My update….uh….I rearranged my loans!
(CHA-CHING sound effect)
Kai: I took a preliminary examination.
(everyone laughing and making fun of him)
Kai: I thought u would congratulate me
Kai: (laughing) Thanks. So anyway, about the messages we’re taking for the show…next time will be Ruki and me, on the theme of Beef or Chicken… (reading description) “most people probably probably are fine with either, but you just can’t make the choice. we’re taking your messages where you’ll have to choose between the two, and we’ll answer which one is better.” Beef or Chicken.
(just so u know they are saying “Beef or Chicken” in English lol it’s like a proper noun)
Kai: So that’s one segment we’ll be taking mail for, and then of course the well-known Dark Side segment, and “Sound Battle,” where fans will send in some recording or voice message of some sound, and we have to guess what it is. Like, you know, what thing is making this sound–
Reita: Or like, “guess what I’m eating right now?”
Kai: Yeah, and – wait, what?
Kai: I mean yeah, or something – anything like that! Just a sound, you know? So like, eating is fine, or like – (laugh) what am I doing right now (laugh) that kind of thing
(I’M FUCKING SCREAMING WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS)
Aoi: Y’all I’m sorry, I just –
Kai: What’s wrong?
Aoi: I’m sorry I’m just looking at it and getting hungry
Kai: Oh – the cake!
Reita: It’s been right in front of us this whole time
Aoi: Omg just take it away already!
Kai: Do u – do u want to take it away?
Reita: Let’s have it taken away yeah….my…stomach is growling
So guys, I’m not sure what time it’s there for you all but it’s like, 1.36am here already soooo HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
I guess I haven’t posted a thank you post in a while so I might as well do it here. I want to thanks everyone so much for being so supportive of Hamiltots. I’m honestly surprised people even like this really. But yeah, it still blows my mind how many people are following me right now. I’m only sorry I can’t keep posting consistent work all the time.
ANYWAYS, LETS NOT POST THIS ON SUCH A DOWNER NOTE. Thank you so much for this year, thank you for the coming year! I hope you can all continue supporting this blog! Keep loving Hamilton!
Hc for overprotective Jungkook because his boyfriend Jimin is such an angel <3
//at school everyone knows jimin is the one you have to go to if you want help with your homework.
//jimin is indeed an angel. he doesn’t seem to mind when people approach him asking for help. he smiles kindly, allows them to sit beside him and explains things casually.
//the problem with jimin is that he doesn’t know how to say no, or differentiate between someone who truly needs help and someone who is taking advantage of his kindness. so when people cross the line and ask him to do their homework with some shitty excuse he seems to not have it on him to say no.
//and then it’s where jungkook comes around. people know that if you mess with jimin you are about to pay the consequences by jungkook’s hand.
//whenever jimin is sitting with someone to help with homework jungkook sits there with them. he usually glares at the strange but just listens as jimin explains things. he doesn’t mind not having jimin’s attention, after all he looks the cutest when concentrated with his glasses sliding down the slope of his nose, but he hates when others take advantage of his caring boyfriend.
//if jungkook senses the other isn’t listening or allowing jimin do the whole work he steps up, says something to make the other feel uncomfortable until they feel the need to flee, leaving behind a pouty jimin (bc “i didn’t finish my explanation”) and a satisfied jungkook (bc “they can go fuck themselves, hyung”)
//those who were at first forcing jimin to do their homework now run away at the sight of him. not because jimin would refuse, but because jungkook is right behind him shooting draggers at them (maybe jungkook also threatened and told them to just….fuck off)
//there are times that people ask jimin for money to buy food at the canteen. jimin isn’t rich, but the others always promise to give the money back and jimin gives in because if he were the one to need the money during a period of staravion he would love to have someone kind to help.
//the problem is no one ever returns the money….or they didn’t. when jungkook discovered it he went to those opportunists to ask for jimin’s money, and you can’t say no to a glaring jungkook (for real, don’t or you gonna have nightrmares until you die)
//jungkook drives jimin home every day on his shitty second-hand car. when his hand isn’t on the steering wheel or the gear stick it’s on jimin’s thigh or tangled with jimin’s fingers. jungkook always feels the need to have jimin close.
//”you know, you don’t have to glare at everyone who approaches me” “i know…but everyone tries to take advantage of you and i feel the need to protect you.” “are you my knight on shinning armor, gguk?” “uh….yeah, i guess…?” “i love you so much, you dummy” “i love you too…”
Apparently, part of destroying “the light” via destroying Ego
had more consequences than Peter initially expected.
There was definitely the part about his immortality going
away, which, what the fuck, why would Peter want to be immortal anyway, but then there had also been the
part about Peter being “just like everyone else,” which was how Peter lived his
entire life up until meeting Ego and spending, like, two days with him, so
Peter really hadn’t thought much of Ego’s warning.
Then he totally sneezed in Gamora’s face this morning when
he woke up and, honestly, he wonders how he’s still alive.
(He’d never seen her look so angry, yet disgusted, at the
same time before. It was interesting.)
And now, an hour later, he’s holed up in their shared room, shivering
as he’s curled up under covers he never remembered being so thin, and Gamora’s just standing over
the bed, staring down at him.
“You’re sick,” she diagnoses.
“Thank you, Doctor Gamora,” Peter quips, sniffling along
with his words. “Really, I had no idea.”
Gamora rolls her eyes. “Don’t test me when you can’t fight
But her voice is teasing, and Peter can’t help but smile a
little. “Sure thing. So, doctor, can
you cure me?”
“Possibly,” Gamora says. She leans over, placing her hand on
Peter’s forehead. “But I’m still concerned about your temperature.”
“’S’fine,” Peter insists through a yawn. His eyes feel
“When was the last time you were this sick?”
Honestly? Peter can’t really remember, though he’s not sure
if that’s because of the sickness fogging up his brain. So he just shrugs.
Gamora turns as tiny footsteps come from their
doorway. Peter watches Gamora crouch down, then stand back up with a bottle containing
a red liquid. Then he notices vines coming up the side of the bed as Groot
climbs up, looking up at Peter through wide eyes.
“I am Groot,” he says, and his sad tone makes his meaning
“Be careful, Groot,” Gamora advises, placing the bottle on
their nightstand. She scoops Groot up in her hands, holding him at a safe distance from the bed. “Peter’s sick, and I don’t want you to get sick.”
“Sorry, buddy,” Peter says, offering Groot a reassuring
smile. “But don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Gamora’s gonna take care of me.”
“I am Groot!”
“I know you wanna take care of me, too, but Gamora’s right
on this one,” Peter says. “I don’t want you accidentally getting sick from me.”
“I am Groot.”
“I don’t know for sure that you can catch the same
sicknesses as Peter,” Gamora says, gently running her thumb down Groot’s back. “But
while you’re still little, we don’t want to risk it, okay?”
“I am Groot…”
“Hey, but while I’m down for the count, the others might
need extra help with stuff,” Peter says, sitting up a little. “Y’see, I can’t
lead the infamous Guardians of the Galaxy from my bed, so y’think you can take over being Star-Lord for a bit?”
“I am Groot?”
“Yes, you get to tell everyone else what to do! It’s fun.”
Peter grins as a small, amused smile forms on Gamora’s face.
Groot seems pleased by this, so he nods, his expression suddenly very serious.
He looks up at Gamora, who then returns him to the ground so he can run off and
fulfill Peter’s mission.
After Groot’s gone, Gamora picks up the bottle and turns her
attention back to Peter. “That should keep Groot occupied, though you also may
have just created a monster.”
“He’ll have fun.” The image of Groot bossing Rocket and Drax
around fills Peter’s mind for a moment. He laughs a little.
“Here. Drink this, you’ll feel better,” Gamora says,
carefully pouring a very calculated amount into an empty glass she’d put on the
table. She hands it to him. “This is a concoction developed by Kraglin, Drax,
and Groot to help you. Kraglin is the most knowledgeable about your physiology
since he’s known you the longest, Drax knows some things about medicine
from taking care of his daughter, and then Groot added in some herbs he’s
learned how to grow recently.”
Peter just blinks at her, then looks at the glass in his
hands. “So, basically, you guys all made this up, like, five minutes ago, and
it might poison me.”
“It’s not toxic,” Gamora insists.
Whatever. Peter does feel just short of horrible, so he’s willing to try anything at this point. He quickly
downs it, not surprised to find it somewhat disgusting in taste. Fortunately,
Gamora swaps out his empty glass for one full of water in, like, less than a
second, so Peter’s quickly washing the taste out of his mouth.
“There, see? Not toxic,” Gamora says proudly.
He sighs a little as he pulls the water away from his mouth,
setting it back on the nightstand. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” She looks at him expectantly for several
moments. He just watches her in return. Then, “Do you feel better?”
“Uh,” Peter says, sniffling, “on Terra, it takes a while for
medicine to kick in. And since I’m full-Terran now, I guess, I’m just gonna
have to wait.”
“Oh.” Gamora seems a little disappointed by that, but Peter
finds it endearing. She places a hand on the bed. “What else do Terrans do to
get better quickly?”
“Not much besides medicine and sleep,” Peter explains with a cough. “So,
yeah, you’re pretty much relieved of your doctor duties.”
But Gamora just continues to stare at him, apparently not
about to leave him alone. Peter sighs.
“Look, Gamora, don’t worry about me,” he says. “Really. It’ll
be over before you know it. I’ll be back to kicking ass and dancing and all that
good stuff soon, ‘kay?”
“Are you sure?” She averts her eyes momentarily, piquing
Peter’s interest. “I…know your mother died of a Terran illness, so I just
wanted to be sure…”
Something tightens in Peter’s chest at that. He quickly
grabs Gamora’s hand, squeezing it. “My mom had a different kind of Terran
illness, much worse than this,” he
explains. “And, yeah, Ego caused it, so she didn’t naturally get it like I caught this, but, uh…anyway.
This is a really common sickness that everyone gets every once in a while
there. So, no need to worry.”
Gamora nods, meeting his eyes again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bring up your mother.”
Peter shakes his head. “It’s fine. But, really, thank you
for looking out for me. It’s…been a while since someone’s really done it to
this extent, I guess.”
“Of course.” She smiles again, letting the last of the
sadness fade from her expression.
Then a wave of cold hits Peter before he can reply, causing
him to shiver. Gamora leans in more closely, practically smirking now. “I don’t believe I can catch Terran illnesses and you
appear to need additional warmth, so…”
“You’re too kind to me,” Peter says loudly, only to be cut
off by a cough.
Gamora simply crawls under the covers beside him, wrapping
her arms around his midsection. He wraps an arm around her shoulders, resting
his head beside hers.
“But if you sneeze on me again, Star-Lord, I swear…”
“I won’t, I won’t! I promise!”
(He manages to keep the promise, surprisingly, though there
are at least three close calls.)
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Re: Today we’ll have an one hour special for our last show!
(everyone’s started talking- chaos xD)
It was Kais turn to read the first letter,but there it was written, that the fan would like Ruki to read it, so he handid it straight to him
Re: do you remember the time we announced our first Budoukan live? In Aoi-sans room- do you remember it?? The movie we released for the announcement? everyone went all woaaaa!
U: As we finished the movie?
K: nono that was for (Tokyo) Dome
U: ah this is difficult
A: so first we..
Re: yeah until the announcement of the venue, pompompom (various information popping up I guess) then the venue
Re: next one is Uruha! (to read)
K: ah this one is a little long lol ahh Giving Uruha the long ones is no good lool
U: wah really … well whatever (reading) I wanted to give Uruha-san Valentine Chocolate Oh reaaally?
he trying so hard to read the letter carefully but stil stutters a few times.
Everyone’s started laughing after he finally finished and said something like: you did your best right?
Re: So we heard heavens voice, who told us to not read any mail, but to have a free talk. So what should we talk about?
Ru: if you ask like that there’s just one, right? What did you eat today?
Re: just that?!
all at once: ah this annoying really? amazing!
Re: But how is it…. everyone with the radio
K: are you listening to it? In real time?
Ru: I listened to it!
Re: I heard it often
K: like (smth I didn’t understand)
Ru: but you know, the fans stayed up util 2 right? If I think about the fans who have a feeling of loss I get excieted
Re: ehhh? Like: ah we can finally sleep?
Ru: ahhahaha no I didn’t need it
Re: okay so what was your most interesting talk you had in this show? Something like: that was interesting!
A: there was no right?
Re: stop it! lol
A: you know in the beginning, as Uruha and I had our recording
Ru: in Mexico
A: yeah! That was interesting! We drank alcohol during the radio
U: Ah that felt good right! But at that time I really wanted to do the radio in a studio. If you always do it in a studio you think it would be nice doing it outside,
Re: in the beginning we just had 3 songs right? But for the radio station this is bad right?
Ru: they even decreased slowly right?
K: Isn’t it ok if we don’t play songs? We don’t need songs!
Ru: did someone here visit Fujikyuu?
Re: sorry, sadly not!
Ru: who did?
all: (liveless) haaaai
Ru: eh no?
lol Seems Kais graduation fest was at fujikyu.- so they said he couldn’t go right? (because he didn’t actually graduate)
the fans was just talking about Kai and Uruha for her song request so Ruki (?) was complaining: what about us?????
they were talking about spoilers- they all watch foreign (western) drama, but they’re different in how fast they proceed- so I think Ru or Re were talking to Uruha about 24 season 2- but what they told didn’t happen at all (bc they watched it a long time ago and it probably was in another season)
Re:There are members who talk and talk about the dramas right? especially Kai
Ru: (really fast) it’s you! it’s def you!
K: lol it’s def you!
Re: It DEFENITLEY not me!
K: it IS you lol
Ru: and you…you know tell lies!
Re: huh? what are you talking about?
Ru: (he’s speaking about a drama where reita said something that didn’t happen)
Re: you… this was years ago!
Ru: but you know! it sounded interesting so I wanted to watch it- but it didn’t happen like that…
Re: are you watching dramas? foreign ones or whatever?
U: humm Walking Dead became lame lately right?
Ru: good then! just (I didn’t understand maybe another drama?)
U: yeah…right…. I defenetly won’t watch it
Ru: While we had recordings I watched it for 1 hour or so but it felt awfull watching it
Re:Ah let’s talk about that! you know at Uruhas place…
Re: At Uruhas place we all did Playstation VR right? How was it?
Kai & Ruki: Amazing
U: Amazing I guess?
Re:no really it was really amazing!
Ru:Reitas reaction was disgusting right?
U:it really was! You know, the free download of Kitchen? From the very beginning he was like: woaaa ohhhh woaaa (imitating him)
Ru:(talking about some scene there) and Reita was like HAAAA haAAAAA?
Re: but Aoi was the worst with it right? he took it off right after the start!
A: impossible…just impossible
Ru: Rei-chan sweat like crazy right?
Re: oi you too!!!
Re: being in a band for 15 years, I thought about giving one thing that was really difficult
Ru: today is pretty difficult right? lol
Ru: why is that that with 2 it just flows naturally but with all 5 of us…such a..expectant feeling?
Ambitions for the GazettE:
A: Today Rajigaze will end,
A: but without letting the bond between us five end
K: stop it!
A: I want to continue, so I’m in your favor!!
U: The thing I want to say are slowly forgotten and are to be forgotten!
Re: are you okay?!
U:I want to live every moment to the fullist, so please look forward to my future self!
Ru:they will peep that in the public airing you know
U: please let me use this!
Kai: Okay, so 2017 will be a revision of the beginning we want too push on a next level. So I’m in your favor for our 15th year.
Ru: Well 10th of Mrch just ended and well, we’re doing a revision again… well there are many songs we didn’t do for quite some time, so we want to do them in a new way once again, and remember our whole self (as a band) again.That’s my impresion of our future
Re: Did you guys listen to my question???? I asked what you’re striving for!
U: woa, the leader changed!
U: I’m surprised!
Re: I’m surprised… such low quality…
K: do it again with what were striving for!
*lamp goes on*
Re: okay last song request. Who likes this song?
K: ah I like it I guess.
Re: so who should read it
K:ah this one we won’t read! Because it’s our last song
Re: oh I see!
K: yeah it’s not a request
Re: so … what are you thinking about this song?
K: ahh! It was a request sorry! *burst out laughing*
U: this is awfull
Every members impression about rajigaze during this one year:
Uruha: Everyone, Im rarely doing MCs and I’m kind of clumsy with them, but my tongue is just like this. if there is another chance I would like to do it again, so if that time comes- I’ll be in your favor.
Aoi: Thank you for letting a novice like me do the radio every week. We’re forever the Gazette.
Re: In these 5 years..eh no I failed-
all: loool ehhh??
Re: For one year the 5 of us were just making a lot of noise, were just reading the mails everyone send us, were doing a radio where we completely relied on others, even if 2am was such a late time, I’m just really gratefull that you listened to us and send us so many mails. I’m gonna repay you at lives!
Ru: through this radio we were able to comunicate with everyone weren’t we? It was possible bc of this radio. Also we were able to not just play the Gazette’s songs, but also other artists songs. I really would like to do it again. For now there won’t be chances to talk anymore, but please come and hang out with us at lives!
K: We were able to show you a side of us we can’t show on stage. Well I do think that this radio was great, but I’m really gratefull for the fans we encountered because of this radio. So if there’s anther chance I would like to do the radio again. Thank you very much.
Re: so we’re thinking about another way how we can meet, but until then- let’s fnish this show with 1,2 this was Gazette -we rock!
uff I worked especially hard today! it took me hours I guess lol and it’s a lot longer- I hope you don’t mind o:D
I want to thank all of you! I had so much fun with the radio, with the translation and with your reactions.
I met a lot of people bc of this show. It was a great year.Thank you!
**Reader request: I just found your blog and i gotta say, it’s so great. If your request are open could please you do a sam one like reeaally fluffy where reader is having kind of a bad day and she’s just sad and sam comforts her? Thanks honey!
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Summary: You’re having a rough day and nothing is going your way. That is, until Sam comes home.
Word Count: ~1,100
Warnings: Angst, fluff, goofy Sam.
A/N: Thank you @i-is-for-inspiring for sending in this request, and your kind words! So sweet! I love Sam fluff, this was fun to write :) I hope you enjoy it!
“I know,” you whispered into your cell phone as the voice on the other end continued to rise. “I know,” you repeated. “I know.” You were largely speaking just for your own peace of mind at this point. Your mother had stopped listening to you 15 minutes ago, when she launched into her predictable tirade about how being a hunter was the worst decision you could have made.
“It’s like you’re trying to disappoint me! DIdn’t we give you everything, y/n? Didn’t we?!”
“And yet you’re out running around with those two monsters, lying to people, killing people. Y/n, I escaped that life to give you a better one, and I just can not believe this is the thanks I get! Do you see that?!”
Your soft responses had become the your only effective coping mechanism. Your mother was never much of the ‘reasonable’ sort. So you just hunker down, take the verbal beatings, then hang up and pour yourself a glass of wine.
And of course she had to call on today of all days. The day you were driving yourself crazy cracking a case of children who were turning up dead in Mississippi - but you were not getting anywhere, especially not on the phone.
I just read your oikawa headcanons and I loved them also can I request kuroo the car headcanons as a husband
aYYYY EVERYONE I HAVE BEEN MISSING FOR LIKE WHAT A FUCKING TWO WEEKS?? OKAY WOWZA IM SO SORRY PLS FORGIVE ME. exams coming, my drama club’s syf (a singapore competition for performing art’s group is tomorrow) so yeah life is quite hectic im so sorry guys pls forgive me gah!! anyways I AM REACHING 2K HOLY SHIT THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!❤️ anyways, here you go anon!! hope you like this
hohohohohooooo boy this is a very interesting life you have hA
-kuroo this lil fucker
-nothing changes in terms of your relationship i guess??
-okay but him waking you up is the best thing ever
-starts nuzzling your neck giving you light kisses and sucks on your neck here and there until you wake up
-but you waking him up is nice too
-just playing with his hair as he purrs at you is a blessing
-however sleeping with him is a pain because of the position he sleeps in?? he lies on his stomach and squishes his face with the pillow
-cuddles with him is still the same though
-that sly motherfucker still loves neck kisses
-personally i don’t think kuroo can’t cook for shit
-so you have to do the cooking
-which leads to a lot of kitchen sex
-however when he does cook he wears this dumb apron lev bought for him as a joke that says ‘kiss the cook’
-yaku is constantly judging you life choices
-nevertheless he feels like he is the luckiest person in the world to be married to someone like you
hope you like this anon!! i’ll try to update as much as possible guys!!💓