For @sometimesiwanna-disappear : "arm Wrestling And Other Minor Contests.. Amanda REfuses To Lose ANYTHING

For @sometimesiwanna-disappear : "arm wrestling and other minor contests.. amanda REfuses to lose ANYTHING but danny just cant believe he tricked her into holding hands"

what if he was just a little guy

Ugh just watched the movie and this man had me giggling and twirling my hair

your undivided attention

im so normal about this cringefail, wet paperbag man haha :)) Idk what this is i just had to let it out, but i hope you find some joy in it <;3 warnings: the spot/johnathon ohnn being incredibly pathetic

He thinks about it hard. How he had failed so badly.

Okay, so he’s failed in a lot of things, he had failed that morning in stealing some cash from an old lady.

But this time, he’s thinking specifically about how he failed with you. At getting your attention.

He tried everything.

He left fresh donuts on your desk (without a single note or name), he stared at you from across the room (never actually spoke to you and tried to act indifferent every single time you looked even remotely his way).

He even sent that information you requested once for the science article you were writing and added a smiling face at the end of his email. God thats pathetic. 

To be fair, getting noticed in a megacorporation such as Alchemax was highly unlikely. 

Not when you’re getting hit in the head with a bagel by Spiderman though. 

The memory sinks in again, each time more painful than the last. How embarrassing. 

He remembers your stifling giggles and how they burned in his head for days after. Of course thats the one time he managed to get your attention. 

The sound of your laugh is so vivid and mocking, yet its somehow addicting to him. He keeps coming back to it, for some reason? 

Oh, that cant be good. 

He thinks about it so hard, it swallows him whole. 

No really, it does. A hole opens up from under him and he’s being engulfed by the black void of it. 

There I go again. He thinks, not really surprised or alarmed at this point. 

He lands face down, ass up in your apartment.

Not that he realizes at first. 

Not until he picks up a framed picture from the coffee table and sees the image of you smiling with your friends. Oh shit. 

He’s filled with dread almost immediately, he never dared to speak to you back when he was "normal"/before the incident and now he’s inside your living space without your consent. 

He tumbles back in panic and drops a few books, accidentally opens up a hole on the ground while trying to salvage them only for them to land on his head, one by one with a hard thump. 

Ow. Fuck. Ow. Guess I deserve that. Ow.

“Are you kidding me?!!!“ He exclaims in outrage at the other accidental hole that stays put on the ceiling, not really bothering with being silent anymore. 

But when he hears your steps the panic rises up again. Oh my god, they're gonna scream bloody murder. He thinks. They're gonna scream and run like a crazy person. 

Or worse. They'll laugh. 

Again. 

Just like everyone else did. 

In a matter of seconds you stand before him and he holds his hands up in defense and starts speaking on impulse like he always does. 

“Okay so, weirdest thing just happened. Dont freak out-“ 

And you gasp, a hand to your chest. Mouth hanging open but no sound coming out. 

“Please dont freak out. See i have these holes. And somehow my holes guided me to you. I’m still figuring out how-“ 

And then the sound of his name feels as if it rips the sound barrier to him. It almost sounds foreign at this point.

“Johnathon” You say it, with a tint of excitement. 

Wait, what?

“Huh? You know who I am?” He asks, dumbfounded. A blank expression on his face (figuratively and literally). 

And there it is again, in its full volume. Your giggles. 

But this time, they burn in a different kind of way. The quality of them so impish he swears it might turn his whole body a bright red. 

“Of course i do, silly” You say, sweet and a maybe even a bit mischevious. 

And he doesn’t know how he hadn’t noticed it before. The large mounted board on the wall of your make-shift office he currently stands in. 

Dozens of blurry pictures of him, post-it notes, connecting dots, scribbles and newspaper clippings all of sightings of him. 

He puts it all together in seconds, yet it only makes his nervous aura worsen. You were trying to figure out what happened to him,  you were investigating him. Writing about him.

When he turns to face you again he finds a knowing smile and glimmering eyes staring back at him.

Oh.

He’s had your undivided attention for a while. 

How cute 🥰

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