+ How the mystreet boys would react to a guy coming up to you at a reunion.
+ Gene, Laurence, Garroth, Travis, Dante, Zane, and Aaron.
+ 1.8k words
+ [mystreet masterlist]
Gene: Subtle but possessive.
Situation: You were dancing alone, waiting for your boyfriend to come back with your drink. Peering around at the others, smiling as you see familiar faces. Not noticing a certain figure coming up to you with flirtatious intent. “[Name]? Is that you?!” The man speaks and you turn to see your ex boyfriend. “Oh hey! It’s been a while.” You awkwardly say, rubbing the back of your neck. Still swaying side to side as you grow anxious. “Yeah, we should catch up! Maybe I can take you out to eat like old times.” He offers and you force a smile. “Uh- I don’t-”
“Hey, angel. Who’s this?” Your hero is here to save the day. You let out a breath of relief, leaning in your boyfriend’s side as his hand snakes around your waist. “This is Michael.” You say, taking the cup from his hand. “You’re Michael.” Gene eyes him up and down. “Nice to meet you man, I’m Gene. [Name]’s boyfriend.” He offers his hand but your ex just glances down at it. Obvious disappointment covering his face. “Nice to meet you too. [Name] nice seeing you. My suggestion is still available if you want. I think we still follow each other on Facebook.” He says to you before walking away. You just scoff out a laugh, shaking your head.
“What a loser.” Gene laughs under his breath and you scrunch your nose, chuckling in agreement.
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Laurence: Tries to be subtle but is not.
Situation: You’ve been dancing with your friends almost all night, using this reunion as a girls night out practically. All your partners talking amongst each other far from the dance floor. The only thing annoying was a man that lingered around you. Well you didn’t really notice. It was annoying to your boyfriend who eyed as he talked to his old friends.
His gentle bumps that you weren’t paying attention to, the way he stared at your figure as if you were a piece of meat and it was getting on Laurence’s nerves. Quietly grumbling under his breath that got Garroth’s attention. “You say something?”
It snapped him from his fixation. “Huh? No, I’ll be right back.” He excuses himself, b-lining straight to your direction. “Hey, my love.” He takes your hand, moving along with your steps as you dance. “Hi, babe!” You grin up at him, he glances over to see the man still staring so of course with the only logical explanation he plants his lips upon yours. Catching you entirely off guard but not minding it one bit.
Kissing him back. Laurence peaks one eye open to see the man’s shoulders drop in defeat, finally moving off the dance floor and away from you.
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Garroth: Tries to ignore the jealous feeling but can’t.
Situation: You were grabbing a snack as Garroth and Laurence were sitting down at one of the many tables. A man comes up to you, introducing himself. You do the same with a polite smile. Still focusing on the many snacks before you in excitement. You only came to this for the food.
Garroth watches the scene before him, gripping the table tightly. Not enjoying how comfortable he looks beside you. “Hey, uh, Laurence, Dante.” He clears his throat to which his friends peer over at him. “Yeah?”
“Either of you know him?” He nods his head in your direction. The boys squint their eyes, not recognizing him. That is until Dante makes an ‘o’ with his mouth. “Michael, the kid that had a known thing for almost every girl in school. Never got with anyone but I heard he makes mad money now.” He laughs, leaning back in his chair as he takes a drink of his alcohol.
Garroth takes in a deep breath, he trusts you. He knows you wouldn’t do anything but that guy being so close to you is starting to piss him off. He stays put.
That is until he lays his hand on your shoulder while the two of you laugh. He shoots up from his seat, walking over to you. “What’s so funny?!” Garroth asks with a faux grin on his face, pulling you into his side. You smile. “Michael here was just telling me a funny story about his dog.” You say. “Mm, I’d love to hear it, Michael!”
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Travis: Possessive, in a way you’d kind of be surprised about but find extremely attractive.
Situation: He had forced you to the dance floor, swirling you around and dipping you trying to be romantic. You were awkward when it came to this stuff but you knew Travis enjoyed the theatrical things in life. So you humored him. Allowing him to lead the steps. More like treating you like a ragdoll but you digress.
It was finally a slow dance and you lay your head on his shoulder. Out of breath and tired. You only look up when you see a familiar face walking your way. Travis feels you lift your head, curious he looks to where you are as well. Your ex? His eyebrows furrow.
“Hey, [Name]!” He waves and you confusedly give him a small one in return. Travis’s grip on your waist gets a little tighter. “What’s up, man?” Travis’s voice is cold, a tone you’ve never heard him use before. Your ex glances him up and down, ignoring him to try to talk to you again.
Travis shuts it down by looking at you. “Wanna go make out somewhere else?” He inquires and you smile up at him. “Sure, lead the way.” As he does so, he turns around to flip the guy off with his tongue sticking out.
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Dante: subtle, but he jokes his way through it.
Situation: The two of you sit with one another at a table, just getting to the reunion and waiting for the people you know to show up. Of course the first person you recognize is the worst of them all. Your ex from Sophomore year who made your life miserable until you found Dante. He strides over to your table, confidently and standing strong.
You tense up, something your boyfriend automatically notices. His hand finds yours underneath the table and you give it a little squeeze. “[Name] it is amazing to see you! You’re looking… wow. Just wow.” He comments and you give him an awkward expression. “Thanks, Michael.” You slouch, covering yourself with your shawl. “I mean seriously. You aged like fine wine.” He licks his lips subtly but Dante notices, grimacing in disgust over the way he’s talking about you. “Yeah, I got a piece of cheese like me to go with her, huh?” The blue-haired boy jokes. It was bad but you giggled so it was perfect to him.
Your ex makes a dirty look, ignoring him.
“How about old times we ditch this little thing and go make out under the bleachers.” He clicks his tongue and you look over at Dante, appalled that he would do this in front of your obvious partner. “Haha, I’d love to do that. Right here, right now?” Dante steps in, Michael doesn’t ignore him this time.
“Excuse me?”
“I mean, we could always go to that music room or maybe even the art class. Wonder if they have the same set up. Unfortunately though, [Name] is my date so I can’t actually make out with you but we could play rock paper scissors or something?” He continues and you’re trying really hard to stop your laughter. Michael makes a face, scoffing. “What the fuck is wrong with you dude?” He walks away finally getting the hint.
You let out a loud laugh, leaning into your boyfriend. Dante sitting up straighter, proud to make you laugh as he was boiling with anger with the audacity of that guy.
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Zane: Confused but shuts it down.
Situation: You were alone, texting your boyfriend on your phone as he got dragged off somewhere by Aphmau. Forcing him to dance or something. You didn’t enjoy this type of stuff but of course he came because of his best friend and you couldn’t leave him alone.
In his words if you didn’t come you hated him.
So dramatic.
You weren’t even paying attention to the guy that’s walking up to you with a smirk on his lips. “What’s up, beautiful? I’ve never seen you around here.” The guy speaks, startling you from your phone. You peak up at him with no real interest. “Hi? Probably because you were some athletic jerk off?” You say, looking back to your phone.
“Hah, funny and beautiful. Amazing combination.” He ignores your insult, treating it like a joke when you were dead serious. You sat there, listening as he talked your ear off. Having zero interest in anything he’s actually talking about. You didn’t see Zane making his way over to your guys until his hand was on the small of your back. The man didn’t care. Still talking to you.
“So, you, me, a date this Saturday?” He sounds hopeful and before you can speak your boyfriend is doing it for you. “Are you dumb?” He graffs.
“HUh?!”
“Have you let her even talk? Like at all?” He questions the guy. “Yeah I mean she joked-” “And that makes you think she wants you?” He raises a brow, curiously. “Why wouldn’t she?”
“I don’t know, maybe she has a boyfriend?” He rolls his eyes and you press your lips together, smiling as you place your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. The man’s eyes widened. “Oh, sorry dude. Didn’t know she was taken.” He apologizes, hurriedly running off.
“What a weirdo.” Zane takes a deep breath. “Yeah, you’re telling me.” You mutter.
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Aaron: unsubtle and just scary.
Situation: The two of you are standing beside one another, swaying to the music as you finish off your first drinks of the night. Someone walks over to you but before they can even get a word in, Aaron’s arm is wrapped around you.
That was the first of the night.
The guy saw you were alone, away from Aaron for the first time in over an hour. Attempting to go over and say hi, Aaron cuts him off. Staring him down with his arms crossed.
And for some reason he’s still trying. Aaron ran to the bathroom and you’re sitting by yourself with Katelyn beside you. The guy taps you on the shoulder and you turn around. “Oh, uh? Hello?” You give a polite smile and the guy goes to talk but then in the corner of his eye he sees your boyfriend. He ignores it, about to ask for your number when Aaron suddenly has his hand on the guys bicep.
“Everything okay?” He stares at the guy and you just smile innocently. “Yup! He just came over but didn’t really say anything.” You tell your man and the guy nods. “S-sorry, I was just going to ask for the time.
“It’s 9:37, clock is over there, bud.” Aaron points and the man looks up and sees the huge clock. “Thanks.” He runs off and you just go back to your conversation with your friend.
CW: Biting - I use ‘bite’ and ‘giving hickeys’ pretty interchangeably.
Author’s Note: Sorry for going MIA - I finally finished my last year of post-secondary! As I’m getting back into posting, I’ve decided to start with a headcannon list for all my lovely readers.
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Laurance, Travis, Dante
Enjoys giving you hickeys
Anytime you give him access to your chest there will be a new hickey (it’s his preferred place to bite)
Would love to leave bites where others can see them but he won’t do it unless you’re okay with it
Never bites you too hard - but always hard enough to make his bites dark and distinct
Always asks you to send him pictures of your chest with the express purpose of seeing the hickeys he’s left on your skin
If the bites are fading he’ll definitely give you new ones the next time he sees you
Also enjoys when you leave hickeys on him, too
Isn’t above asking (and begging) for a hickey or two
Lets you bite him in most places, so long as it isn’t an objectively weird place to leave a mark (forehead, knees, etc.)
If the two of you are together in private, he’ll let you bite him whenever you want to
Just know that unprompted hickeys will probably lead to him getting aroused
Blaze, Garroth
Loves to bite you and give you hickeys
When in a long term relationship with him, there’s hardly a time when he leaves you with less than 3 hickeys on your body
He can’t get enough of his lips on your body (respectfully, of course)
Tends to get carried away when giving you hickeys - especially when he’s leaving bites on your upper thighs
Cuteness aggression cranked up to the max = many, many bites and hickeys
Also loves it when you bite him
You never have to ask before you leave a hickey on him
In fact, he prefers when you bite him unprompted
Absolutely loves when you leave a surprise hickey on his neck
It’s always a good day when you give him hickeys
Gene, Zenix
Likes to, but doesn’t go out of his way to bite you
He doesn’t dislike the idea of giving you hickeys but doesn’t particularly care for it either (outside of the bedroom, that is)
If he knows you particularly like it, he might be more generous with how often he’ll indulge you
He gives in pretty quickly once you genuinely voice your desires for some hickeys
He’ll tease you about it though
Secretly likes when you give him hickeys
He never outright asks you to bite him - he’s far above that
However, that is far from saying he doesn’t like it when you give him hickeys
Occasionally rage baits you into biting him
Will usually let you bite him unprompted so long as you’re not out in public
Vylad, Zane
Doesn’t like to, but will leave you hickeys if you like it
It’s not that he finds it unappealing or childish, he’s just indifferent towards it
If you express clear enjoyment then he will make an effort to leave bites on you - it’s just not on the top of his priorities
He’d much rather cook you a nice dinner or buy you a nice outfit
Still, he’ll always want to give you what you want - even if what you want has him kissing and biting your sensitive skin
Prefers not to be bitten, but will let you if you ask
He doesn’t mind if you bite him gently over his clothes when you’re alone, but if you have intentions to leave a mark then he needs you to let him know
He mostly lets you bite his upper arms and chest, though he’ll occasionally let you bite his thighs if you ask nicely
Occasionally, if he’s in a particularly giving mood, he’ll let you leave as many marks as you want
Later, when he looks in the mirror at what you’ve left him, he’ll be amused - maybe he’ll let you do this to him more often
Ein (With a non-werewolf partner, specifically)
Absolutely loves giving love bites, just not to you
At least, not at first - you’re not a werewolf, after all
Why bother marking his partner if he’s not going to stay? You’re just a means to an end
But he can’t deny how much he loves seeing your skin littered with dark marks from his lips - even if he’d never admit it
If you point out the marks then he'll makes a mental effort to stop, but his efforts only last for so long. He can’t help himself when it comes to you
Does not want to be bitten by you at all
Once again, you’re not a werewolf - don’t go thinking you can leave any hickeys on him
But the one time you do leave a mark, he can’t stop looking at it
He stares, pokes and prods at the mark like a teenager who got their first hickey
It pains him to admit it, but he likes it. Viscerally.
He’ll never, ever, ask you to leave him any marks but he’ll never tell you he doesn’t want them either. It’s up to you to figure out if he actually likes it or not.
hi star!! if rqsts r open could you write for mcd laurance garroth & gene w that trend where reader accidentally calls them husband (when they are dating alr but not married)
𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd garroth, gene, & laurance
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: cheekily calling them husband as a prank... how do they respond?
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, established relationship, slight angst for gene (not sorry), i tried to make the reader gn!
𝐂𝐖: jealous reader in laurance’s, subtle innuendo in gene’s (but nothing explicit), and gene’s takes a bit of a dark turn with hints of kidnapping (it’s mcd gene what do you expect)
𝐀/𝐍: hi anon!!!! this was a fun one so thank you for requesting! also i actually checked my work before posting this time so if there's an error lmk so i can pass away in shame /j
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇
“Once again, my husband must leave me by my lonesome…” you sigh, leaning back against the tree with a dramatic toss of your arm and droop of your head.
“Wh—what?”
Peeking open an eyelid, you watch the unraveling of the head guard’s composure in pure amusement. Despite the fact that the two of you are alone on the path to the guard’s tower, Garroth whips his head around for any witnesses, his ears turning a dark shade of red that spreads over to his cheekbones in quick succession. You’re sure that if there is anyone around who heard your claim, the poor man might actually faint from the "scandal".
He blinks, once, twice, as if trying to reprocess your words, his eyes rounded as he stares at you. It takes a few moments of him stammering before he finally finds a sliver of composure.
“Husband?”
You hum in agreement, lacing your hands together and batting your eyelashes. A part of you feels guilty in teasing the reserved man so much, but you can’t help but push him a little further, giving a faux pout. “Do you not like me calling you that?”
“No!” he quickly says, clearing his throat and looking to the side in timidness for his loud outburst. “I do not dislike it in the slightest. I just… It’s unexpected.”
You tilt your head, inching closer to him with an air of innocent curiosity, though if he took the time to look you in the eye (which the poor man was struggling in doing this very moment), he may notice the twinkle of pure mischief in your irises. “Is it?”
“I… did not know you took your feelings for me so seriously.” He sucks in a breath, looking up at you through his thick blonde lashes. “Unless you didn’t mean it?”
His serious tone stops you in your tracks, and you suddenly feel a little guilty. You almost gasp at the look he’s giving you, the sight comparable to a kicked puppy, and you rush forward to cup his cheeks in your hands.
“I do mean it! I’ll admit, I was teasing you, but I truly do wish to call you my husband!”
He looks down at the grass beneath your feet, his eyebrows still furrowed as he reaches up to cup your hands in his. After a moment, you watch his face slowly relax, before… a smile slowly curls up on his lips. In fact, he looks a bit smug.
Realization dawns when his previous worry is nowhere to be found in his expression.
“You—!”
Garroth closes his eyes, tilting his head into your palm. His ears are still a bright red, and his fingers tremble over yours, but his expression is purely content. Oh. He got you good.
“You’re going to be my undoing, my darling…” he sighs, giving a shy glance at the empty road once again before pressing a kiss against your fingers. “Though I will gladly make your wishes come true. Any and all that you can give me. And if one of them is to make me your husband, I am more than willing to comply.”
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄
“My husband doesn’t care for those, thank you…” You raise a polite hand to the marketplace vendor offering you some fresh vegetables. “I’ll just keep what I’ve already bought.”
“How considerate…” Gene’s deep voice practically purrs by your ear, his hands clasping around your shoulders. “For you to remember my preferences.”
You blink, eyeing him from the corner of your peripheral vision as he leans forward, smiling at the vendor. “Isn’t that the sweetest?”
“Ah, yes…” The vendor uncomfortably nods, setting down the basket he had been trying to barter with an awkward smile.
“Thank you for your services today. Now, I have husbandly duties to attend to, so we’ll be off.”
The vendor’s face turns red at the implication, and you’re sure yours is a similar color as you whip your head towards Gene with wide eyes. He merely smirks, fingers still almost possessively curled around your arms as he guides you back towards the street.
“Those are bold words, sweetie…” You stumble along with him, and you sense your small little prank may be unfolding into something you didn’t expect. “Are you willing to go through with your claims?”
“Ah, hm…?” you shakily hum, daring to meet his piercing gaze as he grins at you. You swear you catch a glint of red, the color possessive and deep.
“If I’m your husband, I’d have to whisk you away with me every time I leave, wouldn’t I?”
You swallow, nodding quickly at the idea. “I’ve been asking you for months.”
He looks down, tucking you into his side as you leave the crowd, the dirt road that eventually leads to your cabin a familiar sight under your feet. Though the tight grip Gene has on you is new, his touch burns into your skin—a dominating and almost overwhelming feeling.
“And once again, I’ll tell you you don’t know what that means,” he murmurs lowly.
You frown at his words. “But I want to be with you.”
It should be concerning that you truly don’t know much about the details of his job, especially with how much he cautions you about it. You know you’ve asked him about it before. Still, anytime you try to remember the conversations, it feels like soft cotton fills your brain, the memories hazy before slipping away altogether.
“Maybe one day, I’ll kidnap you and really show you what I’ve been hiding, like you keep naively requesting.”
You freeze at his sudden words, looking up at him once again. A part of you wants to laugh it off as a joke, but the intensity of his stare has you short of breath, and it hits you that maybe the sinister twinge of his statement is something you should take a little more seriously.
“But for now…” You stare up into red, unable to turn or look away, and his hand curls around your jaw. “I think you should forget this silly little prank of yours before you realize the man you call your husband is actually a monster.”
And as your vision goes black, that soft cotton wraps itself in your head once again.
𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
“Please.” You cross your arms, a sense of possessiveness rushing over you as you stare down the bold person who dared make a move on your lover… right in front of you. “Despite the… innocence of your request, the only partner my husband will be dancing with is me.”
The festival-goer blinks in shock, a flush washing over their cheeks as their previous bravado fizzles out under your unimpressed stare. “Ah, my apologies, I didn’t know you two were actually—”
A smooth chuckle cuts them off, but before you can look back at him, Laurance pulls you back into his chest, his fingers lacing with yours.
“Yes, as a husband,” he enunciates, the shit-eating grin he most certainly has on his face evident in his amused tone. “I prioritize my loyalty over everything else. I must remain diligent to my duties as a husband, don’t I? What kind of husband would I be if I accepted a dance invite from another person?”
The person’s face has now morphed into a fully embarrassed cringe, their hands raising as if it could stop his smug rambling while they slowly back away. “I… I will take my leave, now…”
You watch the failed pursuer scurry away, not sparing either of you another glance as they disappear into the crowd. Though even if they stuck around, you have a feeling they wouldn’t be the biggest of your worries. Laurance squeezes your hand, spinning you around until you are chest to chest with him. And oh, the wide smirk on his face is enough to tell you that you’ve signed up for a war you will never win.
“My my… I didn’t know you were so possessive, my love. I can’t say I can complain, though…” He trails a finger along your cheek, inching his face closer to yours. “As your husband, this is something I should get used to, no?”
You can’t back out of this one.
“I… was just trying to get them off of you,” you huff, clearing your throat as you look anywhere but his smug face.
“Oh? Do you not want me to be your husband?” he practically whines, nudging his nose into your cheek. “My love, my light, your words wound me.”
“I didn’t say that...”
He chuckles at your quick response, and before you know it, he’s spinning you into the start of a theatrical dance, leading you into the center of the plaza. “You always keep me on my toes, don’t you? Then… should we practice the first dance of our wedding? I don’t want to waste any more time in making your claims on me a reality.”
you turn around from your vanity to where gene was sitting on your bed, blinking before letting out a small amused smile seconds after.
“do you want to?”
“i want to try, so i know what takes you so long” he snickers, standing up from your bed and placing his phone in his pockets as he walks over to you and pulls a chair from nearby.
“alright then, c’mere.”
usually, gene would just wander around your room and your stuff as you got ready. you keep telling him he can just stay at home and go when you leave but he doesn’t, he wants to be with you as much as possible. what a clingy guy
you turn to your side, facing gene, his eyes scanning over to the drawer full of cosmetics before muttering a ‘damn’.
“that’s a lot.”
“oh please, if you only saw kawaii-chan’s drawer.”
chuckling, you grab the concealer and beauty blender, handing it to him.
“this is concealer?” he questions, his eyes examining the texts on the packaging by twirling the product in his hands around.
“yup.”
he twists open the tube, the wand inches close to your face now. you hum before speaking, pulling his chair closer to yours.
“so, you put these on like, my dark spots? like, the bad parts of the face.” you joke, pointing over to some parts of your face that are a tad bit scarred and red from breakouts.
gene looks at you with his eyebrows slightly furrowed for a few seconds before putting the wand back inside the tube, “what are you doing—“
“what’s the next step then? you don’t need that.” gene asks, putting the concealer back and his eyes back to check over the drawer, probably eyeing the blush in it for next.
you blink, before laughing softly, a hand patting his head lightly and brushing through his slightly ruffled black hair.
“that’s sweet of you, babe, but i do want to put some on.” you giggle as he pouted, looking at you.
“fine, but i think either way, you’re still really really pretty, sweets.” he sighs before leaning closer to place a kiss on your nose.
Reader and Gene used to date back in college, but reader broke up with Gene because he wasn’t a good boyfriend, and they go separates ways. Couple years past and reader gets invited to live in Mystreet (lovers lane) by Aphmau. When reader first arrive, she is welcome by Aphmau and the rest of the crew, but didn’t expect the one person she hasn’t seen in many years Gene.
No One Knows
pairing: Gene x Reader
content: mys Lover’s Lane, second chance, right person wrong time, soft gene, sprinkle of angst, sprinkle of suggestive description but nothing explicit, possible inaccuracies
summary: Years after breaking up with your semi-negligent college boyfriend, the two of you run into each other again at a housewarming party. Expecting some kind of explosion of emotions, you're surprised to find yourself offering another chance.
word count: 5.3k
a/n: I've gotten so many requests and had so many ideas with this concept, and honestly all that's telling me is that Gene was made for the second chance trope. also so sorry to keep you waiting i'm so bad with actually answering asks forgive me
masterlist | aphmau masterlist
The last name you expected to be lit up across your phone screen at five in the morning was Aphmau's. She wasn't a morning person for one, but you also hadn't spoken to her since . . . College? No, that wasn't quite right. You had visited her city apartment more times than you could count on your fingers. However, you hadn't seen her since before she moved in with Katelyn and Nana. That was almost three years ago, so . . .
Clearly, it had been a while.
You were even more surprised to hear how chirpy her voice was. The energy in it made it seem like she had already been awake for hours. It made you wonder if she had even gone to sleep. Maybe she had passed the exhaustion stage and was now in the delusional part of pulling an all nighter.
"Hey!" You could definitely hear music in the background. Maybe she'd gone out clubbing. Or something. "How's it going?"
"Fine, I guess," you replied. You put the call on speaker and set it on your nightstand as you fought with yourself to get out of bed. It was five in the morning—the sun's golden rays were already starting to peek through the slivers in your curtains. You saw no point in going back to sleep, especially if you were talking with the chattiest person in the world. But damn did you really want to. "As well as I can considering my landlord decided to sell the building so it can be replaced with more permanent residents."
The disdain in your voice was obvious. Just a couple days ago you had come home to a letter taped on your front door.
NOTICE, it said. It then continued to detail that the landlord had, with a heavy heart, decided the best course of action for him and his family was to sell his property to the city so they could contract a new neighborhood in the area. All current residents in the apartment complex were meant to find new housing by the beginning of September if they didn't submit a notice saying they were interested in one of the new houses being built.
Like hell you were buying a house. You couldn't afford it, so the next option was packing up your things and apartment hunting. It wasn't going so well.
"Right. I saw that the other day and thought of you," Aphmau said. You hummed in response, finally sitting up in bed. The two of you stayed in silence for a moment. You listened to the background music coming from her end, realizing just how generic it was. Where was she? "So, that's actually why I'm calling."
Aphmau let out a nervous chuckle, like she said something that might be considered controversial. It sounded suspiciously like Ryan Gosling's ha-ha-ha in the Barbie movie. Aphmau tended to adopt tendencies from films she watched, so there was no doubt she'd seen it.
"Okay," you said once her awkward laughter had dissipated. Aphmau took your voice as an invitation to continue.
"So, funny story." She gave another strained laugh. "Uhm, the street I was living on actually blew up, so—"
"What do you mean blew up?" You hadn't heard about that. Didn't most of her friends live there, too? Not to mention the countless other people. It was a popular neighborhood. If it had blown up, how had you not heard of it?
"Well." She paused, taking a moment to articulate her words. While she did that, you stood from your bed and strolled to the connected bathroom. You set your phone down on the countertop as you washed your hands and prepared to brush your teeth. "There was an incident with, ah, exploding feathers."
"What the fuck?"
"Yeah. It was . . . something. But that's not important!" She laughed again. You forgot how giggly Aphmau got when she was nervous to wanted to be dismissive of something. "Basically, all of us need a new street. Garroth and Zane's dad is like loaded, and they partnered with Aaron's parents, so now they have like a bajillion dollars—"
"Aphmau, please get to the point." If she was going to be dismissive about her street blowing up, then the least she could do was make her explanation for calling you short.
"I'm getting there! Basically"—you rolled your eyes; Aphmau had never been good at making things short—"the Ro'Meaves and the Lycans bought a really big plot of land and are building a new neighborhood on it. It's not the one where your apartment was! However, they are offering basically a free house to their sons’ friends if they're interested. And since you won't have an apartment soon and you’re friends with me, by extension Aaron . . ."
Your brow raised and you blew out a disbelieving breath. Thank Irene for her impeccable timing.
It almost seemed too good to be true, though. Sure, you didn't have to technically buy the house, but there was no doubt the bills would be high. You weren't sure if your job could cover it.
"Could I have a roommate? Or someone else to help with the bills?"
"Oh, they said not to worry about that! They're making it accessible for pretty much everyone, since our last street met an unfortunate demise."
Even though she couldn't see it, you made an O with your mouth. Obviously they would do that. Since when did ridiculously rich people want an opportunity to run people's pockets dry?
"Right." You clicked your tongue, thinking it over. This offer was perfect—too perfect. But you did trust the Ro'Meave and Lycan families. They hadn't screwed anyone over too bad, at least that you'd heard of. Plus, they'd raised pretty decent kids. They learned that from somewhere, right?
But you couldn't shake the feeling that something would go wrong. But you couldn't think of what it could possibly be. There was no doubt the neighborhood would be nice. Safe. After talking a bit more with Aphmau you found out that all of her friends from her previous residence would be moving onto Lover's Lane, so you wouldn't have to awkwardly approach people's front doors with a basket hoping they would treat you nicely.
But there was something. A small pit in your gut. It wasn't exactly telling you that moving onto the street would end in disaster, but it was definitely warning you of something.
Alas, you were just an unfortunate soul on the verge of losing your apartment. Of course you accepted the offer.
—
You pulled into the driveway of your new house, surprised by the amount of cars already on the street in front of it. It really wasn't a lot, maybe only two or three, but they were in front of your house. And the lights inside were already on.
This was the right address, right?
You double checked. You opened your chat with Aphmau and scrolled up until you found it. You read it, looked at the street sign, then at the number on the house, then back down at the message.
It was the right house, alright. But why was there already people in it?
You exhaled, looking into the back seat of your car. You didn’t have much with you—just a duffel bag with a couple changes of clothes and toiletries, some groceries you had picked up for the week just a couple minutes ago, and a backpack that held small electronics, chargers, and anything else you might need easy access to until you fully unpacked everything. The U-Haul mover you’d hired wouldn’t actually be getting to your new house until tomorrow, since you lived so far from your old apartment and had only actually packed everything int the truck less than two hours ago. The driver was already off the clock, and you didn’t feel comfortable driving with a huge load.
So you would just wait until tomorrow. You had a sleeping bag and extra blanket, but you had regrettably forgotten your pillow. You’d probably just sleep on your duffel bag, or something.
After taking a deep breath, you finally pulled your key from the ignition and stepped out of the car. You took your time in opening the trunk and getting everything from the back seat, balancing everything precariously on your fingers because you refused to take a second trip. You were shocked at yourself when you were able to lift your leg high enough to close the trunk with your foot.
You were also slow in actually walking to your front door, and it wasn’t until you were standing directly in front of it that tou regrettably realized you didn’t have the key to actually open it yet. Aphmau said she would hold onto it for you, and you had completely forgotten about that.
After cursing yourself out and letting out a long sigh, you turned on your heel to walk back down the driveway. Just as you did, though, the front door opened and out came Aphmau. She nearly knocked you over with the force of her hug.
“Y/n!” she exclaimed. You took a couple steps before you were able to balance yourself, and when you finally did you set the side of your head against her hair. “Oh, I’m so excited you’re here!”
You smiled. “Me, too.” Well, that solved the problem of needing to find her house to get your key. She was right there. But . . . “Uh, why are the lights already on?”
“Oh!” Her arms dropped from around you and she dragged you into your own house by the elbow. “I hope you don’t mind, but since most everyone has already moved in I invited them all for a welcoming party.”
“Oh, did you?” You appreciated the gesture, you really did. But you had just spent the whole day packing and playing Tetris with furniture and being unable to get rid of the sinking feeling that you were forgetting something, and you were exhausted. You wanted nothing more in that moment to lay out the sleeping bag you had and just flop on top of it.
Aphmau, oblivious as she often was, nodded happily. “And everyone said they’d offer help getting your stuff together if you needed it.”
You gave a soft, dismissive hum, and let your short friend continue to pull you through your house. She gave you a very quick, very vague tour before she let go of your arm and helped you set your things down in the kitchen.
Someone called your name, and when you looked up a smile stretched across your face at the sight of straightened pink hair.
“Nana!” you said, holding your arms out for a hug from one of your best friends. The two of you had been incredibly close—practically inseparable—in high school. You’d initially connected over the fact that you both enjoyed baking, and continued to let your friendship blossoms once you learned more about each other. Your names were often said in the same breath, and sometimes teachers would accidentally call you the other one’s name. It happened so much the two of you also responded to each other’s names. “I didn’t know you lived here, too.”
Nana nodded, keeping an arm slung around your shoulders when you pulled away from the full embrace. “Katelyn and I live just across the street. Oh, I’m so excited you’re living close now! We can have baking parties like we used to.”
You laughed at the memory of some of those baking parties. They either went without a single problem or the largest, most inconceivable mistake someone could make. There was no middle ground, but it was always fun.
Nana offered to help put away the groceries tou had brought in, which you were thankful for since you didn’t exactly want to do it. But also because Aphmau had just . . . left you. At some point she drifted back to Aaron’s side and seemed determined to stay glued there.
She hadn’t even given you the house key.
After your food stores for the week had been safely put away, you walked with Nana toward the space that was supposed to be the living room. However, it was completely sparse save for a speaker that was plugged into an outlet in the wall. It was where most everyone had gathered, though, so clearly the emptiness of the space didn’t bother them.
You greeted everyone. You’d never been super close with any of them outside of Aphmau and Nana, but you were at least familiar with most. Some more than you probably would have liked, but that wasn’t entirely your fault.
Despite your earlier qualms with needing to entertain a party you didn’t even know about, you were enjoying yourself. A couple hours flew by before you knew it. You had relaxed just a bit and drank a cup or two of the wine Lucinda had brought.
It didn’t matter how easy you were taking it now, once you heard that all too familiar chuckle your skin prickled. Goosebumps flared across your arms and you stiffened.
Surely it wasn’t him, right? None of the people you were around necessarily liked him, last you checked, so there was no reason for him to be here. Right?
If it was him, then he was somewhere in the living room space. Probably closer to the house’s entrance. Okay, that was fine. You would just make your way to the kitchen and wait there until you could survey the area and see if it was actually him.
You were filling a red Solo cup with tap water when someone—a man—bumped into you. Water from the faucet spilled onto your shirt, and you softly cursed. The man started apologizing and your heart nearly stopped at the sound of his voice.
Shit. Fuck everything to the ground. Of course this would happen to you.
The apology died on his tongue once he realized who you were. You avoided looking at him as long as you could, but you could only do that for so long before you were being rude. Reluctantly, you pulled your gaze from the stainless steel sink in favor of the sapphire one that haunted your dreams.
It was almost a breath of fresh air, seeing him. He didn’t look as . . . tired. Well, he did look exhausted, but not in the same way he did before. You weren’t sure how to explain it, but there was still light behind his tired eyes.
You blinked at him and tried to swallow the stone in your throat. “Gene.”
He gave you a curt nod. “Y/n.”
You pressed your lips together. Fuck everything.
—5 YEARS AGO
It was your anniversary, and Gene had completely forgotten.
It shouldn’t have surprised you—not really. Over the past few months the amount of effort Gene put into your relationship had been slowly waning. It took you a while to notice, but he had stopped texting first. When the two of you were in public or alone, he rarely touched you. Not that he was big on PDA to begin with, but he'd always had an arm slung around you or linked your pinkies. The absence of that felt . . . weird.
It was just little things like that. Small, barely noticeable. Hardly anything big enough to spark a big argument. Right? Well, he had forgotten your birthday that one time . . . But he also had a big test that day!
It really shouldn’t have bothered you. He was a busy man, trying to be top of his class in his neuroscience studies. There were probably other, more life changing and more important things that needed his attention.
But . . . Did that mean you weren’t important to him?
You were getting in your own head. Gene was always getting onto you for that. You’d stopped inviting him with you to the store because of it. Anytime you put something in your cart—something intended for yourself—you had to deliberate to make the purchase worth it. How much did it cost? Would you use it enough to validate the price? Would you even use it after a couple weeks or would it rot in your closet? Did you even like it? Or did you secretly think it was ugly and only holding it in your cart because you had already picked it up?
Gene often decided for you. That decision was almost always putting it back on the shelf before hurrying you out of the store with a hand on the small on your back.
“If it takes you that long to decide,” he always said, “then you don’t want it.”
So yeah, you were definitely getting in your own head about this. Your anniversary probably slipped his mind somewhere between the mountains of notes and his internship at the hospital. He did say he’d be observing a surgery later this week, so maybe he was stressed out about that. You couldn't blame him. You would also be stressed out about watching someone cut someone else open.
Still, his negligence toward your anniversary didn't stop you from inviting him to dinner—Olive Garden, because that was the fanciest you could afford without completely breaking the bank.
When you asked he completely blanked. He must have realized what he'd forgotten because he cursed, but ultimately agreed without argument.
He wore a white button up and his fancy loafers that cost hundreds of dollars. You wore a sundress that had been in your closet for years, which you probably gotten on sale from Walmart.
Conversation hadn't flowed as easily that night. Dinner was full of awkward, hollow silences that you weren't sure how to fill. He asked how your classes were going. You briefly told him about the dissertation you were writing over the mythical progression of sirens. You asked how he felt about his upcoming observation, to which his response had been a curt, "Fine."
You were poking at your noodles when he finally spoke first. "I didn't get you anything."
That was it. Just five little words you already assumed were true, but actually hearing them from his lips only made the knife twist.
You gave him a strained smile. "It's okay. This was last minute anyway."
His shoulders dropped. He didn't believe you, but what was he going to do to fix it? Suppose he could pay for dinner, but the last time he opened his wallet flies buzzed about.
He did end up paying, if only to make up for his own absentmindedness. He drove you back to your shared apartment the same way he'd driven you to the restaurant, and the two of you awkwardly undressed in your bedroom.
The air was thick, hesitance shifting the atmosphere into something uncomfortable. You were so in your own head, trying to think of a way to make everything less stiff, that you hadn't even noticed Gene coming up behind you until you felt his hands sliding around your waist.
"I'm sorry," he whispered in your ear. You tilted your head, letting his lips ghost against the junction of your jaw and neck. "I didn't mean to forget."
"I said it's okay," you replied, lifting your hand to brush your fingertips against his cheek.
Gene pressed his lips to your neck firmly. Your eyes fluttered closed. "Let me make it up to you."
You hummed, letting him pull you down to the bed even if you weren't in the mood.
Maybe that's what was wrong. Maybe the two of you just hadn't been the right kind of intimate. Guys needed that physical connection more than girls, right? So maybe if you did this, then everything would go back to normal.
"This isn't working," you said after, blankets pulled up to your shoulders. It was staring at the blank ceiling after that bland act of passion (could it really be called that?) that made the epiphany light up.
Gene sighed, pushing his dampened hair away from his forehead. "I know."
Silence thicker than the Stephen King novels on Gene's shelf enveloped the room. Your pursed your lips, clicking your tongue in thought.
"Why?"
Your boyfriend huffed, shifting in the bed so he could face you. Still, you did not look away from the ceiling. "We aren't putting in effort."
You couldn't have stopped the scoff that fell from your lips if you tried, and you finally glanced over with a raised brow. "We?"
He exhaled, closing his eyes and pressing his lips together. "Fine, I'm not."
"But why?" you repeated. "Do you not like me anymore?"
"No, that's not-" He paused. "I love you."
"It hasn't seemed like you do for a while."
"And I'm sorry, Y/n. My classes- They aren't easy." The same weak excuse you expected him to use.
"I know that. I'm here for you to talk to, Gene, so why don't you?" You shifted as well, propping yourself on your arm so you could properly face him. "We're supposed to be in this together."
"It's just stressful." Another thing you expected him to say, but it really didn't seem like he had anything else. Like this truly was the only thing weighing on him as of late. "Things keep slipping my mind. I-I keep forgetting deadlines and it's getting hard to keep up with you, and . . ."
He trailed off, running a hand down his face. You let yourself drop to your pillow, letting out a long breath. You reached over, gently stroking the side of his face with the tips of your fingers.
"Am I just adding to your stress?" you asked. It would make sense. Gene had always been naturally smart and clever, but he had a habit of taking on too many things at once. There was no doubt that there was a million other underlying problems he was piling up.
"I don't want you to think that." So the real answer was probably yes. "There's a lot more going on and it's not just you."
You hummed, tracing the curve of his jaw with your nail. "Even if it's not me, we both admit that this isn't working."
Gene closed his eyes and swallowed. For a moment, you wondered if he was tearing up. "I know it's not, but you're the best thing I've ever had and I don't want to lose you."
You faintly smiled. There were hundreds of insecurities covered by that broad statement—all of which he had told you in confidence at one point or another, many of them surrounding who he had been in high school. Over and over you'd told him that it didn't bother you. That he was a different person now, so the before was irrelevant.
Still, his actions stained his heart black. Something that persistently weighed him down.
After a moment of deliberation, you sighed, able to bring yourself to say, "I don't think it's smart for us to be together right now."
Gene practically deflated. He saw it coming from a mile away, but that didn't stop the words from hurting anyway. He drew himself away from your touch, as painful as it was. You saw the conflict in his gaze when he opened his mouth to say something. The words got caught in his throat, and instead he searched for your hand to hold in his.
"Let me have one more night." Gene wasn't a begger, but this was damn close. "Let me have you for one more night and then we can break up."
You exhaled. Ultimately, you were expecting it to hurt more if you did stay. However, you were not thinking of the future pain in that moment. You agreed, and Gene pulled you into his arms.
That was the most physical touch he had ever given you.
The two of you faded from each other's lives slowly. You weren't gone at the drop of a hat, it was a gradual progression. You moved back in with your parents for the time being, but your toothbrush stayed beside Gene's. When that was gone, he still found your clothes and blankets lying around. When you had packed those up, he drank the coffee you left behind under the guise of it being the only thing available.
By the time he finished that, the apartment was bare, void of any life you had brought to it. Gene was left with the loose glitter from your clothes dusting the floor, but even that had to be cleaned up eventually, too.
It was easier for you. There were hardly any reminders of your now-ex-boyfriend, and any that you did have could be easily dismissed.
The weird thing was this: you weren't sad. Well, maybe a little bit, but it wasn't in the wailing and throwing things way you thought it'd be if you and Gene ever broke up. No, it was quiet. Something that slowly tapped at your heart more than it actually hurt, but it was quick to heal.
—NOW
Okay, seeing Gene your first night on the street didn't go as poorly as you'd imagined. It was unexpected and you weren't exactly a fan of it, yes, but it wasn't that bad. The two of you had a rather civil conversation considering the empty feeling you left each other with.
It had been a very short and very straightforward conversation. You asked how the other was. The general answer was good, though it could be better. You asked what the other did for work. You said you were a copy editor for an independent publishing company that prioritized teen or college aged writers. Gene said he was working two jobs, one as a waiter at the maid café that Nana and Aphmau co-owned and the other as the neighborhood garbage man. Based on the way he'd said it, it almost seemed like he expected you to pity or be embarrassed for him—look at him, high school valedictorian working as the trash guy—but you just nodded and said you were glad he was going well for himself.
"It's nice to see you again, Y/n," he'd told you with a soft smile. You returned the sentiment before going your separate ways. You weren't sure if he'd left your house after that, but you didn't see him for the rest of the night.
It wasn't like you really hated him. No, the two of you ended on terms that were the farthest thing from sour exes. The memory of him was just . . . bitter. Something you wanted to keep in the past. You just weren't right for each other.
The next day, a few of your old friends dropped by to offer help. Garroth and Laurance carried in your mattress and couches and a lot of your other furniture. Dante helped you put together your bed frame and made a joke about putting it to use with him. Lucinda came by to help you decorate and Nana invited herself in to make you lunch.
The two of you sat on the floor, because your dining table and chairs were currently being occupied by dozens of boxes that had who knows what in them. A YouTube video essay about the Bermuda triangle was playing, something you had randomly turned on for background noise.
That was when the doorbell rang, and that's when Gene came in. Nana had opened the door, the changed pitch in her voice as she greeted him enough to give you some warning.
When she turned, Gene trailing behind her, her eyes were wide. Her eyebrows were raised as if she was wordlessly apologizing. Your heart pulled at the sight of your ex behind her, carrying two drinks from Sonic.
Gene smiled at you. "Hey. I just . . . thought I'd drop by."
You pushed yourself up from where you sat, dusting the butt of your leggings for anything that might have stuck. "That's nice of you," you said, not knowing what else you could say. "And the drinks are . . . ?"
"Oh, uhm. I-I got them for us." He held one out for you, which you carefully took. "I just got you a cherry slushie, since that's what you always . . ."
He trailed off, seemingly thinking through what he was going to say. You raised your brows, almost daring him to continue. Instead, he let his lips curl into a charming smile.
"It's for you," he clarified, glancing back at Nana. "I didn't know you'd be here, so I didn't-"
"It's fine!" Nana said, shooting you a smile. She was quick to step back towards the door and slip her shoes on. "I was just about to leave anyway. Have fun!"
Well. There goes your last line of defense—just right out the door with a wide smile and a cheery aura. You should have expected it. Of course Nana would see something that's not there and leave to let it play out. That was something that hadn't changed since college.
"Um . . . Thanks for the drink," you said. It didn't do much to chip away at the tension.
Gene nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s . . .” He trailed off, words lost on his tongue. Awkwardly, he nodded again. “Yeah.”
You curved your lips into a tight smile. The audio from the video playing did nothing to dissipate the thickness in the air. If anything, it only made the situation more awkward.
He motioned to the screen. “The Bermuda Triangle?”
“Oh, um.” You looked back at the TV, completely lost on the words coming out of the narrator’s mouth. Your gaze flitted between the screen and Gene before you nodded. “Yeah, just something to use as background noise while Nana and I . . .”
Irene, this was crashing and burning. You were used to talking to people, manipulating your words so publishers picked up the book you’d been hired to advertise. That was easy. This was practically the same thing, so why was it so difficult?
“We were just getting me settled in.”
“Well sorry I took away your best friend.” He tried to make it lighthearted, you could tell, but there was still a strain in his voice. “I, uh, I can help out. If you need.”
You have him a smile. “Sure.”
“And, y’know, maybe we could go out after? Like for dinner.”
You couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped from your lips. Gene wasn’t smooth, but he was cute. You’d never seen him this nervous or distressed, aside from the last night you spent in the same bed.
“I know what you’re doing.” You were a copy editor. You’d read hundreds of stories exactly like this. Couple breaks up and years later rekindle. It sounded like a standard romance.
He sighed, running a hand through his dark curls. “Yeah, I can tell.”
Silence. Thick, unbearable silence. Again. You didn’t know how to fill it and were glad when Gene started talking again.
“Listen. I . . .” He paused. Shook his head. Probably came to the realization that this was ridiculous. “Obviously I wanna date you again.”
“Strong start.” The words tumbled out. You covered your mouth, but felt relief when Gene laughed.
He continued, speaking without interruption. “But that’s like me saying I want to be a billionaire.” He held his hand out. “Probably not gonna happen. But I-I’d at least like to be friends again.”
Another silence passed, but this one wasn’t as tense. No, it was considerate. Deliberately thinking through your choices.
Finally, you nodded. “Okay.” You didn’t miss the way his sapphire gaze lit up. “Yeah. We’ll keep cleaning up a little here and then we can go to, like, McDonald’s.”
Something fluttered in your heart. You were quick to squash it down, knowing it was the result of rekindling and mistaking feelings that were once there, but it was nice.
The longer you spent together, the more freely conversation flowed. You caught up on all the memories you missed, reacting to stories like you used to.
For a while, you pretended to be back in that shared apartment. And even though you were hesitant to pursue this again, you built it slowly.
i’m still kind of figuring out how I want to write some of these characters (most notably Nana), so apologies if they seem a bit stiff or generic! i know what i’m doing guys i swear 😔
but also. i feel like this whole one shot is stiff. idk i just feel like it isn’t flowing right. anywaysss hope y’all enjoyed regardless ♥️
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hi ria 🙈 i'm here to request hcs or a blurb on how pdh! gene shows his love? teehee feel free to disregard this if it isn't somethinf you want to do 💕
✿ ᩧ⋅. ࿔ HOW PDH!GENE SHOWS HIS LOVE ⎯⎯ ᩙ᜔ᝪ
pairing(s): pdh!gene x gn!reader
tags: established relationship, pheonix drop high, gene’s actually sweet (so he might be slightly ooc?), sfw/fluff.
a/n: ofc moot! finally a gene post hehe i FEIN for this man.
☆ nicknames! they just keep flowing, he’s got a whole list at this point. doll (non-negotiable), honey, sweetheart, darling etc. he can’t help it, he loves the way your smile appears instantly when he uses them on you.
☆ constant messages. he’ll slide up on your dms just to check up on you, maybe blow up your phone. (maybe cause he’s bored honestly — or he just loves bothering you, it’s his hobby job ♡)
☆ when someone tries to pull a move on you, he deals with it himself. not in front of you of course, especially since you hate it when he starts or gets into trouble (mission impossible). but people know not to mess with you when you’ve got him by your side.
☆ similarly, he altogether tries to keep out of trouble, just for you! no promises though. (mission impossible #2)
☆ he walks you to class. he skips his own, but when it’s a class with you – he’s right beside you. he also memorises your whole class schedule without even realising it.
☆ posts you on his socials. mind you, he never rarely posts.
☆ he remembers the small things. when you ramble about your interests, he may seem bored, but one day he somehow drops a random detail about it. “didn’t that artist you like drop that song a few days ago?”
☆ physical touch. he loves holding you close, wrapping his arm around your shoulder when someone’s talking to you, resting his elbow on your head (he knows you hate it), tugging you closer by the waist etc.
☆ teases you 24/7. it’s gene. he loves poking fun at you and your little reactions. he has silly photos of you in his camera roll to make fun of you.
☆ when you’re feeling down or need someone to talk to, he comforts you through his actions. he’s not good with his words in these kind of situations, so he’s there to hold you, grab your favourite food. he’d drop everything to make sure you’re fine, he just never admits it.
☆ picking you up and driving you to school. he noticed how you always complained taking the buses that were always so packed. then the next day, you left your house to catch the bus and you already find him in your driveway, honking at you, “you ready, doll?”
"roses are red..." PART 1.
↳ you prank your partner with a random pickup line!
pairings: dante, laurance, gene, x reader (more coming in part 2!)
a/n: SHOULDVE HAD THIS OUT A WEEK AGO whatever.... this is such a small post but enjoy it there'll be more !
masterlist. | next.
1: DANTE.
2: LAURANCE.
3: GENE.
weirdly i have a habit of only doing these late at night (its nearly 3am) but if theres any more smau suggestions yall have ill take them! theyre easier to do so u can comment or put in askbox
i still am getting busier though and will be for like. next 2 months...Ooops...... but im still lurking around tumblr
