#basically if a frat boy became a god of fire

[mintaikk]

My take on Fire Spirit Cookie

[chwesolai]

cafe girl, grocery boy | ch. 11

oopsy

[masterlist] 

I knew this was too good to be true.

CHAPTER SONG: Oopsy by Weki Meki

A/N: this WILL be a long one because of my lack of updates and all this slow  burn here’s where our trouble begins, so STRAP IN

- Seungcheol -

Oh shit. Y/n and I walk into the shop, greeted by a familiar face I know all too well. I forget she worked here with them.

“OH MY GOD Y/N!” Yves knows her?

“YVES! OH MY GOD! You work here??”

“Omg, my parents forced me to get a job to pay off my credit debt, so, here I am, serving boba in the coolest place in Seoul,” Yves smiles and she talks to y/n, completely ignoring my existence, “Oh! Seungcheol! Hi!”

“Hey Yves.”

Y/n turns and looks at me, shocked, “You know Yves too?” The sound of it was similar to when she found out I knew Jeonghan, almost disappointed, please don’t connect the dots. I don’t associate with them anymore.

“Oh honey, we KNOW each other for sure. We dated.” Alright, fuck you ms Ha SooYoung. “I broke things off but we’re cool, right, Coups? Anyways, what are you doing together? Another study group y/n?”

She can’t just talk to y/n that way. This can’t be happening right now, where’s Jihoon? Where’s hao? They’re supposed to be working right now. Not her shitting on y/n right now. 

“Oh! Actually, we’re on a date right now!” The slightest bit of poison was leaving y/n’s tongue as she said that. Y/n does not give a shit, oh my god, thank you.

“O-oh!” Yves laughs in her face, “Wellll! You guys have fun! I’ll let Minghao help you guys out, I’m actually heading out!” Yves nervously laughs as she turns to the back of the shop.

“She’s in my study group for economics, I know she can be like that,” Y/n turns to me, grabbing onto my arm, “Hey? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. That was just not expected,” I huff a sigh-laugh as I look into her concerned eyes, “It’s ok, y/n, really.

“Aw, Cheol,” She wraps her arm around mine and continues to look at the menu. She really is this perfect. I would’ve shut down if Yves approached me like that but she already knows how she is. That could’ve ended terribly, she can never find out about that I was associated with that frat, she just can’t, that’s not who I am anymore.

“CHEOLLIE!!!” Sometimes I really do hate my friends.

“Hi, Hao,” I look at him, shooting lasers into his brain, “This is y/n.”

“Ahhhh ms. cafe girl! Nice to meet you, I’m Minghao and welcome to my little shop, welcome to the palace where you can sit in a throne 24/7.” Minghao smiles wide as he does his usual gist of the shope for y/n as she giggles at his ridiculousness, “So are we ready to order?”

Y/n looks at me and I nod at her, “Yeah we are! Could I get a brown sugar milk with almond milk and honey boba please?”

“You got it, Ms. y/n and a classic milk tea for you Cheol?”

“You already know.”

“Alrighty buds, that’ll be on the house, as it is ms. y/n’s first visit to the palace and it should be right out for you guys!”

“Aww thank you so much,” y/n smiles at hao as he walks away to go start the drinks and she turns to her bag and tips $10 for him.

“You really are perfect, aren’t you?” I look at her in awe.

She hits my arm once again and begins to walk to one of the window tables, “Oh please. The guy built this place from the ground up I have mad respect for him. The cafe was a partnership with me and Joshua and my parent’s loan. Minghao must went through so much to put this all up.” I just nod as she continues to tell me about how her and Joshua were barely sophomores in college running a coffee shop with only three people, them and their friend, Mingyu.

She has so much ambition. She’s made for the business world, yet, when it comes to her family, she could care less. Sounds like someone else I know. I was too caught up in her story until she stopped and kept whispering, “No. It can’t be him. Not now.”

Her eyes focused out the window, stopping mid-sentence as a loud voice booms in the shop, “GOOOOD EVENING PALACEEEEEE!” Hoshi? Why is she afraid of Hosh? Wait. 

“Hyung, if you always come into work, screaming, I’m going to fire you,” Minghao rolls his eyes at Hoshi as he finishes up our drinks, “Look you’re scaring our guests.”

Hoshi looks over in our direction and sees me, a smile beaming, “Oh my god! HYUNG!! HI!!!”

I smile back at him, waving as I watch Hao push Hosh into back of the house and Jihoon walks out, finally where tf has he been?

“For Seungcheollie!” Oh my god I hate him, that stifles a laugh out of y/n, ok she’s warming up again.

“We’re taking it to-go, Ji.”

“No worries, sorry about Soon, he does that.”

I just smile at him, “Its ok really, I’ll see you back at home, tell Hao we said bye.”

“You got it. Oh! Wait! Have you...”

“Yes.”

“WAIT REALLY ALREADY THAT WAS A JOKE BUT DAMN KID”

“Goodbye Jihoon.” I scoff at him, smirking, “Come on, y/n, let’s go for a walk.”

She just nods as she takes my hand and grabs her drink with the other.

It’s cold. The breeze rushes through as cars roll by, she’s shivering idiot help her, we stop for a second as I let go of her hand and go to take off my jacket and wrap it around her. A small “Thank you,” comes out of her mouth after a long while of silence.

“Want to talk about it?”

“About Soonyoung?”

I’ve only ever heard Jeonghan call Hosh ‘Soonyoung’. “Looked like it really shook you up, seeing him. It’s ok if you’re not comfortable.”

“He’s an ex. We dated in high school and then found out we were going to the same school and then I became a sweetheart for his and Jeonghan’s frat.”

Wait. She was “Red”? No. It can’t be. “A sweetheart? I would’ve never-”

“Yeah. I know. I hated every minute of it. These guys would call me Red and basically use me to find girls to set them up with. And long story short, Soonyoung and I dated for nearly 6 years. We broke up our sophomore year of college. The frat changed him.” I’m so sorry for what they did to you, “It was just traumatic. Too much peer pressure and caused too much trouble. Too much-”

“We can stop talking about it, y/n. Breathe, come one let’s sit here.” We walked as far to the dimly lit park by the riverside and sit at a bench, facing the river, “Yves was a blind date gone wrong.”

“Cheol, you don’t have to-”

“You opened up to me, so, I want to open up too,” I look over at her and she nods, letting me continue, “It was just I was with a bad group of friends at the time and Yves convinced me I needed to be with her to survive. I needed her to get to the top. But I never cared about getting up top. I never cared about the publicity. She made me feel like shit constantly, leading to me dumping her.”

“Yves is quite a character.”

“So is Hoshi.”

She just laughs, “You know who gave him that nickname?”

“No..”

“Yep. That’s why I never call him that, yet, everyone and their mothers call him that.”

She just laughs as she takes another sip of her drink, “holy shit this is good.”

“It’s Hao’s parents’ specialty. He learned all they knew about tea, coffee and all that.” I just smile at her child-like wonder at this cup of milk tea.

“It’s amazing, we have to go back again.” Again, huh? I turn to her and smirk, “So there will be a next time?”

“Mhm, when you put it that way, no.”

“y/n! I’m serious!!” She just laughs again, please keep laughing it’s so cute, “So, tonight was-?”

“Tonight was unexpected. But being with you is something I want all the time.”

I wrap my arm around her, moving us closer together on the bench, “I want to be you all the time too.” Our eyes met, as the lights in the park begin to flicker on, twinkling.

“May I?” I caress y/n’s cheek as she giggles again, mumbling something along the lines of you’re a dork as I pull her in for a kiss. Heat rushing to my cheeks as she leans into the kiss, it was almost like music began playing, wait there is music playing. Y/n pulls away and looks into my eyes and simply says, “Dance with me.”

The music came from some street performers, a woman singing and a man playing guitar. What romance movie am I in right now? She wraps her arms around my neck and we sway to the sound of Dancing In The Moonlight. We stay like this for a good minute until I feel her shiver once again, “let’s get you home, ok?” She nods and I offer my hand to her but she comes and wraps around my arm. God really has given me the cutest girl alive..

- Jeonghan -

“Han, stop.” Seokmin rips the new glass of beer out of my hand, “This is out of control, please dude.”

“What can I do now? They’re in love, they just kissed on THEIR FIRST DATE. Y/n can’t even give me the time of day. She can’t see as anything else. It’s POINTLESS!”

My yelling begins to draw attention from other guests in the restaurant and Seokmin turns over and goes and apologizes, “Aw shit. What is she doing here?”

“Who?”I turn and look and it’s Miss Devil’s Advocate herself, “What do you want, SooYoung.”

“Oh don’t give me that Yoon. Have you seen who’s with our precious little y/n?” Yves shoves herself into the booth next to me.

“Can’t you tell that I know?” Waving at my numerous beer glasses, “I’m doing just dandy Yves.”

“This is sad. You aren’t Yoon Jeonghan anymore.” That’s it.

“Maybe I don’t want to be that Yoon Jeonghan anymore, SooYoung. The girl I’ve been in love with for who knows how long just went on a date with my biggest enemy on campus and he’s gotten farther than I have ever gotten. And of course, it’s fucking Choi Seungcheol.”

Yves just laughs, shut the fuck up bitch, “Anyways, Ms. y/n is in for it.”

“Don’t fucking touch her.” I stand up in the middle of the restaurant, and then slowly sitting back down, “You know y/n is off limits.”

“But Red isn’t.”

How dare she bring that up. Not that. “Let’s go, Kyeom. Have fun with the check, Yves.” I tilt my head at Seokmin and we get up and leave.

Seokmin puts his hand on my shoulder, “I’m proud of you.”

“We need to figure out what that bitch is up to.”

“And out the window, there goes Jeonghan 2.0.”

[etastra]

wanted dynamics !

under the cut are some dynamics i’d like for each of the 13 ! some are romantic, some antagonistic, some platonic, some a combo, some can turn platonic/romantic, etc.

jiwon

someone that is his go to for destressing - and no, not through sex, but through massages & a regular self-care day/night. jiwon often ignores his cosmicness til it feels like his skin is fit to burst, and he always remembers his humanity through something grounding like that.

first love !! jiwon’s first love was in middle school, a year or so after he reached awareness, and they were the first person who he told All about the stars and about his super cool memories/powers. it’s childish and sweet and innocent, and it could be the same, could be completely new, could be nothing more than fond childhood memories

follower ? brother ? neither ? give jiwon someone who actually knows what he is. not who but what, as in someone who still worships the 13 like the old gods they are, or who grew up hearing stories about the 13. give jiwon someone who Knows, and someone he can be himself around, someone he can ask for help in finding his kin

youngsoo

artist rivals !! youngsoo is the epitome of snobby art student, who can quite proudly boast his work pieces have been displayed in local exhibitions and scrutinized/praised by critics. give him someone to challenge him artistically, someone he appreciates because of the challenge, someone he can’t help but respect as a result

if not artist rivals, give youngsoo a critic ! someone so harsh and unforgiving that youngsoo is determined to prove them wrong, to show that his artwork is more than the elementary vivid array of colors it’s always called, that he is more than the harsh words thrown at him.

junseo

good/bad influence ! junseo is an alcoholic, which means this could go either way - someone helps junseo open up about the source of his issue and is another beneficiary & positive influence, or they’re his go to for partying, for drinking, for binging til he blacks out

trainees/idols that knew his sister - his sister that died in a car crash which gave him his stutter, that was close to debut, whose death is the reason he drinks so much and he basically ran away from a home full of incomplete memories. maybe they asked his parents for his info to catch up, to find closure of their own in junseo. this could be anything !

aoyun

hobby buddies !! aoyun, as much as he is in utter love with the stars, is also fascinated by the humanity in hobbies. the utter care & focus people give to one hobby, to developing a craft. and so when he’s not stargazing, when he’s not working, when he’s filled to the brim with a wonder and fascination befitting of the stars, he’s picking up every hobby out there. and fortunately, or unforunately for your muse, they’re dragged along

hojin

fwb & unrequited love (?). hojin has never been able to distinguish between platonic and romantic love, sharing affection so freely that people have given him looks with how shameless & giving he is of it. so give him one of his friends he’s fallen into bed with one night, who have a thing together, who don’t put labels because, as hojin always says, ‘who needs labels for fun’

fan and content creator interactions ! hojin regularly puts out animated shorts & clips, of what-ifs from movies & shows & books & games. and maybe your muse has been following him for some time, and finally reaches out. and hojin knows his animations are enjoyed but to this extent ? he’s so starstruck himself that he’s going to eagerly keep reaching out !

kyungmin

apartment neighbor plots ! literally anything but romantic/sexual plots ! give me kyungmin constantly saying hello by leaving a plate of freshly baked cookies, or a container of still warm soup on your muse’s doorstep without ever saying hello. give me kyungmin slipping notes under their door because he speaks slow & soft & quiet and would rather write than speak. give me eventually meeting & becoming friends ! literally anything and everything

hosung

pen pals !!! hosung has always had trouble making friends, ever since he was sent to public school and was shunned for his parents’ deep pockets. so he took to the internet, took to coding, to hacking, to pass the school years by. and along the way, he’s made a friend, one who is probably across the world, one who knows he suffers from chronic night terrors and is a walking corpse half the time. but oh, would ya look at that, they live in the same country, the same city!

'i’m no one, i didn’t do this !’ uh-oh, hosung takes a job that he doesn’t think twice about, that is just a paycheck to feed his cat and keep the lights on at home. but the person who asks him to hack & deliver classified files ( whether it’s your muse or an NPC ) turns on him and suddenly hosung is on the run. or he’s trying to prove his innocence. this poor, sleep-deprived boy just wants to get through his life simply, and yet he’s thrown headfirst into the dark underbelly of the world

daeho

childhood friends !!! whether his best friend from elementary school or one of his close friends from before, who can recognize how wildly different he is now, who only remembers him as a happy go lucky kid. so who the hell is this uncaring, mask-wearing guy ? what happened to daeho ?

partner in crime ! daeho doesn’t partner up often, if at all, but he’s a greedy thing and can never say no to a guarantee score. maybe your muse is just the perfect partner, one of the only ones daeho will seek out again for another crime, something bigger & bolder & grander ( bonus points this turns bonnie & clyde esque uwu )

minjun

occasional collabers ! minjun is a busker, most time, and can only earn so much money with just his soft crooning vocals and his adequate guitar playing. so give him another busker, one who dances while he sings, one who plays other instruments. hell, give him a crew of buskers that he joins or forms until they become their own thing

odd time job friends ! busking only provides so much, so minjun takes up odd jobs everywhere they’re available. maybe they met while doing the graveyard shift at some tiny mart that doesn’t even need one night guard, let alone 2. or maybe they met when the pizza place sent out 2 delivery people. or maybe they always take the same shifts

someone in the idol life ! a scouter, a CEO, a trainee, an idol, a manager, anyone ! give me someone who saw minjun sing, who knew he’d be good for stardom, who is having the damnedest time trying to scout minjun because minjun doesn’t want to be famous like that. he doesn’t want to be an idol, he refuses

chunyu

looking for: model ! chunyu’s muse, chunyu’s inspiration, chunyu’s subject. give him a close friend who models for him, who he helps reach fame and grander connections all thanks to his camerawork, his mind

looking for: hiking/exploration partner ! chunyu’s muse comes from beyond people, from beyond humanity, stemming from nature and its beauty and its intricate idiosyncrasies. he gets so lost in exploring that he winds up bruised easily, so please save this photographing loser from bruising himself further

looking for: best friend :( his go to, the one he always turns to when parents are asking if he’d change his mind and decided to join their organization, the one he always takes to charity galas when his boyfriend isn’t free, the one who knows how much he wants to be a good son and not the sure disappointment he must be to parents who wanted him to be a philanthropist like they

kwangsu

carefree to kwangsu’s stressed - kwangsu rarely lets his hair down, so to speak, too stressed about law school, about becoming a lawyer as soon as he can, about his studies. so give him a close friend who can coax him to relax, who takes him out to carnivals and amusement parks just to see him laugh genuinely. and maybe his stress & studious habits rub off a bit

choi kwangsu, that name is awfully familiar.... give me someone who recognizes his name from old newspapers, from that one case of a corrupt lawyer whose shady dealings lead to his only son being kidnapped. maybe your muse is the kid of one of those shady people, maybe your muse is the kid of the officer who rescued kwangsu, maybe your muse is just a fan of old crime cases

hyunjun

streaming buddies ! hyunjun’s a growing twitch streamer and always features friends in his streams. maybe your muse is a friend he coaxed into joining one, or maybe your muse is another streamer that fans asked for a collab, or maybe your muse and hyunjun has started up a playful rivalry

frat bros ! frat bros for life, frat bros ride or die together. honestly, hyunjun is super close with his big and grand big in the frat house, and he’d be utterly lost in college if not for them taking him under his wing. give him his big, his grand big, give him one of his other frat bros

opposites attract, sorta ? hyunjun is the chillest frat bro you will ever meet, and a major social butterfly to boot ! he has friends in what feels like every major, every grade, hell even in the other frats and sororities. so give me a muse who is the opposite of frat bro, someone that hyunjun goes to for help with anything not video game development related, or who always study together, or who became friends b/c hyunjun was drunk that one time and tried making pizza rolls and set off the fire alarm

insu

a regular - insu never takes regular customers, enjoying the change of pace, enjoying the presence of different hands on his body, enjoying the comfort and security and sick fun in dropping someone whose time and money isn’t worth it anymore. but maybe your muse has thick pockets that insu is only too eager to dip his fingers into. or maybe your muse has his most recent of addictions in easy access, both easy encouragements to sticking around.

[skiachtro]

CHARACTER RESEARCH  →  BEFORE THE COLLAPSE  →  EVERYONE.

(  okay, i really wanted to release some of these because i’m excited. i don’t have all of them written, but i have most of their stories.  )

                                                                        001.  WILLOW :  

before the end of everything, willow was a semi-truck driver. she traveled the country, had some good guys in the field. she’d talk to them over the radio all night, always laughing. and, really,  she  always made  them  laugh. she’s hilarious when she opens up. humor is what got her into trouble, which is part of the reason she never smiles now  (  the other part being scarecrow  ). one night, she was driving ; roads clear, sky clear --  her  mind  was clear. she rested her forearms on the wheel, looked up and out at the stars, mesmerized. she always longed to be free, careless, able to see the clear starry night as opposed to the ceiling of a home or the lights in a city.  willow tree, you copy?  she chuckles, hand moving to grab her radio, ❝ i told you to stop callin’ me that, asshole. ❞  

and as did i tell you to stop callin’ me that.  another voice joined in:  are you hurtin’ his feelin’s again before midnight?  another laugh. ah, that was the good life. the boys, the wide open road, the fresh night air. ❝ someones gotta do it. ❞  well someone’s gotta be nice to me, too -- who’s gonna pitch in on that front??  they all laugh, willow’s face glowing with her cheeks a rosy pink ; she’s been smiling so much her face literally  hurts. their uproar calms down, and she takes the initiative to settle back into her chair, resting her head in her hand that’s held up by an elbow propped on her truck door. finally, he spoke up again, this time his voice is  softer.  but in all seriousness, guys.. you doin’ all right?  the same man who chimed in before chimes in again immediately with: oh, we’re doin’ fine, you fuckin’ mother hen.  again, that made everyone laugh. the first guy interjects,  all right, all right. you can’t blame me for checkin’ up on my crew. y’all know these hours are hectic.  ❝ yeah, they are, but this is what keeps me sane. ❞   aw, shit, she’s flirtin’ with you, dude.  ❝ oh, my god, c’mon -- ❞  winni and willow sittin’ in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g,  ❝ i swear to god, ellis. you’re literally the prime source of my anxiety. ❞  but still, she laughed. she was teasing back, the same kind of banter they’ve always had. i just like that he gave winnipeg such a juicy nickname. winni. sounds so scandalous.  ❝ that sounded like a flirt! ❞  you know what, willow, you’re right. winni and ellis sittin’ in a tree--  oh, let it begin. ellis chimes in with,  don’t you even start that shit, charlie. willow continued to listen, but her attention was beginning to drift elsewhere. the highway was literally  clear, but now there’s a light shining in her side mirror that is reflecting  perfectly  into her eyes. not great. ❝ jesus christ, doesn’t any asshole in this goddamn country know how to drive? ❞  someone givin’ you problems, willow?  ❝ more like givin’  themselves  problems. ❞  oh, shit, true. she’ll fuck your shit up.  ❝ oh, yes she fuckin’ will! ❞ she replies with a smile and some pep, but this minor situation is beginning to turn into something a little more serious. this guy won’t let off. he’s in a big pick-up, not really a match for a semi, still, but enough to cause trouble is played out carefully. ❝ goddamn.. ❞  pull over, willow, just let him pass. he’s probably some drunk idiot.  ❝ nah, i gotta get this shipment there on time. some frat boy isn’t gonna derail me. ❞  it ain’t safe, willow.  

-- and it  wasn’t.

willow? willow?!  their voices echo, calling out over and over and they  know  something’s wrong. in just a few moments of silence, her world was turned upside down. (  literally, as well.  )   it  was  some drunk idiot ; he decided to speed around her, then proceed to cut her off in a way that she had to make a quick maneuver. she wound up disconnecting from the back of the semi, cab flipping at least once, in a ditch. by the time fire and medics arrived, she was slowly beginning to regain some consciousness. it sounded like she was underwater, the muffled screams of the man who had run her off in the first place echoing in the background. he decided, stupidly, to pull over after what he had done and have the  audacity  to berate and yell at her for getting in his way. luckily, when the cops arrived, they saw this. the man was arrested. she heard him constantly pleading and begging to them that he saw a dead man walking. he saw a  corpse  walking. it would later turn out to be true in hindsight, but in the moment? fucking  ridiculous.  the first firefighters to come to the scene were captain  ████████ , and his crew. that’s how she met scarecrow, that’s how they began their journey together into the apocalypse.

+  willow had no one as a significant other during the time of the outbreak. she had a strong relationship with three guys from her work: charlie, ellis, and winnipeg. not much is known of her family yet, but it is known she lost at least one of the co-workers early on. 

+  willow enjoyed activities like sports (  baseball, basketball, soccer  ), painting, drawing, sewing cross-stitch, hunting, going to the gun range, playing darts.

                                                                        001.  SCARECROW :

work in progress.

                                                                        002.  ABE :

before it all, abe was a butcher in a local shop. originally, he was a navy seal, working for / with NCIS. when word of an extremist group was exposed to his team, they began their extensive search, digging into any information about the group they could find. somehow or another, months and months into it  (  perhaps it had even been a year at that point?  ), it all came back to hit him in the face. they had his wife, his child  --  he was immediately dismissed from the case --  banned  from investigating any farther or having anything to do with the investigation. he was assured they were going to find his family and return them safely. well, that just didn’t sit well with him. abe took it upon himself to disobey direct orders, find where they had taken his family, and kill the men who had his girls. his wife made their daughter not look. his ex-wife never thought he was a monster, even after witnessing this side of him, but a part of her still couldn’t help but  wonder. he was doing everything to protect her, protect their  daughter  -- there was no other option. one day, he prays, she will get to find that peace in knowing. in understanding.

afterwards, he was dishonorably discharged. his wife and daughter went into the witness protection program after their quickly rushed, finalized divorce. still love him? yes, always. but they both know what was and is safest for the overall well-being of their daughter. it’s safer for him to be separated, for them to not be associated. he doesn’t know their new location, nor does he know their new names. he knows nothing about them. and as much as he wants to, he doesn’t dare try to go looking for them. that would be selfish. this is meant to be  selfless.

+  abe had no significant other at the time of the outbreak. he also had no close family or friends. he was basically on his own. he hopes that some how, some way, his ex-wife and his daughter are okay, that they’re alive  -- that maybe one day he’ll run into them. maybe this world can set them free, let them be a family again.

+  before the end, abe enjoyed disciplined work-outs, boxing, dancing ( who woulda known?? not like.. pop or anything, just.. ballroom-like dancing. the man can salsa. ), occasional journalism.

                                                                        003.  LUKE :

luke was around the age of 19 / 20 when the outbreak begun. before it happened, he was taking a couple years to himself after finishing high school. he worked as a barista at a coffee shop in town, and was saving up to most likely go to college. he was interested in graphic design, video game making  -- something like that. he really wasn’t sure. one thing he was sure of was  ariel.  they had known each other since high school, always got along, but only began to grow serious  after  high school. towards the end of his eighteenth year of life, they began to become romantically involved. they were inseparable after. towards the end of the age of nineteen, they had finally admitted their love to each other. she was, without a doubt, the one he was going to marry and spend the rest of his life with. she had a kind heart, looked after his little brothers as though they were her own. they were her boys, and they happily obliged. 

luke grew up in a loving home. he was born in the philippines, his mother and father moving to the united states when he was very young due to his growing hearing problem. there was a hospital in california who would take him, help him. cochlear implants helped him fro most of his childhood, but once he grew to be six or so, his troubles with hearing became more frequent, even with the device. due to complications, he had to have the device removed around the age of ten. by the age of thirteen, his hearing was completely gone. up until then, he had mostly talked, thought he  did  know sign language. once his hearing was totally lost, he began speaking solely through sign language, though he would sometimes speak to those he’s close to in private. 

+  luke had a girlfriend before the world died. it was a very serious relationship, the only he’s ever had, and he was definitely smitten by her  (  as was she by him  ).  towards the end, he was fairly certain that he was preparing himself to propose to her. and he would have, had their final days not come. as far as family, the only ones who didn’t fall ill were himself, his girlfriend ( initially ), his fifteen year old brother, and his eight year old brother. they took care of each other well. lukas was ( is )  deaf, but his youngest brother had something that had not been diagnosed ; it was a mental illness of some kind. anxiety, depression, other various attributes. 

+  luke enjoyed playing video games, reading comics, action movies??? heck yeah, long-boarding, and he can also play a bit of the guitar.

                                                                        004.  MARIE :

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                                                                        005.  ROSE : 

work in progress.

                                                                       006.  ARIEL :

work in progress.

                                                                       007.  MADDIE AND MAX :

work in progress.

                                                                       008.  MAX :

work in progress.

                                                                       009.  NADINE :

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Class Clown pt. 11

pt 10

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Summary: The class clown Taehyung has a lot more going on than anybody realizes, especially you, the class valedictorian. 

Taehyung x Reader, fluff/angst

this one’s gonna be a lil more angsty guys buckle in, i teared up writing this, I was listening to Numb and Sad by XXXTenation to get into the mood. On a side note those are great songs, highly recommend his new album.

Taehyung

I check my watch again, and again as the day goes on. Whyyy does he have to keep her away from me for so longggkggg?? I hate him. I really do. 

After feeling sorry for myself for a few hours, I decide to surprise her. I rush back to her apartment and pull out as many ingredients from her cupboards as I can, trying to figure out what to make her. 

I decide to go simple with macaroni and cheese, and I put the other ingredients back, opting for a classic Kraft Mac’N Cheese box. We might not have our day of adventures, but we’ll have a little adventure regardless.

you

Xavier pulls away from the kiss, smiling in admiration. The fairy lights catch in his green eyes, and his hand gently caresses the side of your face. 

You reach up, touching your lips gently, your face on fire. 

“I knew we had a connection Y/n, you can’t tell me you didn't feel fireworks just now. What just happened was written in the stars, okay? This was written in the stars, you and I.” His voice is soft, and yet it cuts through the sounds of the city. 

“Xavier...I..I..talk later, okay? H-happy birthday!” You step back, flustered, as you grab your purse, before taking off in a brisk walk down the sidewalk, hailing a taxi. What will you do?

You get back to the university around 8:30, stressing out. Should you tell him? Should you just pretend it never happened? You pause outside of the door of your dorm, taking a shaky breath. You decide to not tell him and just move on.

You open the door, and gasp, seeing Taehyung sitting at your dinner table, you nice bowls and plates out, holding a tossed salad on one plate with a bowl of macaroni and cheese on the side, and wine in your nice cups. There were two candles, and a bouquet of roses on the table, with soft jazz playing, adding a cinematic magic to the romantic scene before you.

And that’s when you broke down.

Taehyung

I expected a happy smile from her when she came in, not a full on breakdown. She walked in, looked at me, and crumbled, covering her face in her hands, and wailing. Of course I was up and around her in seconds, holding her and asking what was wrong, but all she did was apologize for something I couldn't make out. 

After 5 minutes of apologizing, and body shaking cries, she finally got to a speaking state of being. We sat on the couch together as she collected herself.

“Taehyung, you know I love you, you know I want nothing more than to be with you, and to be happy, and I would never cheat on you, but-”

“But what?” His eyes narrow, and his calm, warm demeanor darkens. You feel your courage wither, and your face heat up as tears fill your eyes.

“Xavier kissed me and-” Taehyung interrupts you, swearing and standing running a hand through his hair and pacing. “And I kissed him back and I don't know what happened to me, or why but look Taehyung it meant nothing to me, and he means nothing to me and I will stop seeing him and--wait. Taehyung wait where are you going?!” You get up as Taehyung walks to your room, coming back with his bag, shoving past you. “Taehyung stop! I love you stop!” Your voice becomes hoarse and you grab his arm pulling him back. He whips around, fire in his eyes. 

“You love me? You love me but you kissed him back? You love me but you blew me off on our day? You love me but when I get here after driving almost 2 hours I see him with his arm around you? God Y/n!” He pulls his arm out of your grip, sighing and covering his face with his hands. 

“Tae-Tae..” You say his nickname softly, tears streaming down your hot cheeks. 

“We need a break. We’ll talk again. Someday. But for now..just..we need a break.” He sighs and walks out, not looking back at you. The door slams shut behind him, marking an end to your relationship.

It was over. 

Taehyung

I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her

i love her

i miss her

i should turn around

i should make things right

i can't live without her

i need her

I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate him

this is his fault not hers

but she kissed him back

she wants him

she needs him

its too late

My head swims with these thoughts as I drive back. I have to pull over twice because I’m blind with tears. She was my soulmate! I wanted to marry her when college was done! I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her damn it! You know what my life was going to look like? I would wake up every morning to her sweet face mouth breathing next to me every day. I would set my alarm 30 minutes earlier than needed so I could spend more time in bed with her. I would come home from a long day of work every day to see her, also tired from work. I’d kick off my shoes and run into her arms, and hold her while she told me about her day. We’d take turns making dinner. We’d raise a family. We would travel.  We would’ve been happy.

I finally pull in around 8pm, and I sit in the car wiping my tears for a bit before I go in. 

‘Have you been crying?’ ‘Tae are you okay?’ ‘Are you high?’ I hear it all as I walk into the dorm. I just laugh and grab some beer from the fridge before plopping on the couch, asking about everybody else’s weekend.

Time to forget.

You curl up on the couch and ball, calling Beth, who apparently wasn't even sick today. She comes over immediately, and you text Amari the news.

She brings over ice cream and other comfort foods, and lets you cry it out as you stuff your face. 

The next 3 days are like that. Comfort foods and tears, comfort foods and tears.

Beth deleted all your pictures of and with him from your photo album, and archived all of your posts with him on instagram. She took his picture out of your room, and basically de-Taehyung-ed your whole life. The only evidence he had been there were the scars on your heart. 

You already had missed 3/5 days of your classes, so you decided to just sit the rest of the week out, which you would never have done before.

Beth sends you notes and records all the lectures, so for the weekend you just throw yourself in catchup work. Your phone blows up with texts and calls from Xavier, which you ignore. You don’t even know what to do about him. 

You didn’t realize how much time went into him. Your hour long phone calls, texting all day, planning your weekends, your spontaneous facetimes, writing love letters. 

You seem to spend most of that time staring at the wall feeling empty now. You never thought you’d be the one to let a boy wreck you, but Taehyung didn’t just wreck you. He completely destroyed you. 

It felt like as he walked out the door that night, so did your happiness. Your motivation. Your imagination.Your future. 

When you told this to Amari on the phone, she scoffed in disbelief. When she had gone through breakups you’d comforted her right out of these states with ease, and she could not believe you were this down over a guy. But what she didn't get was that he was more than just a guy. You really thought he was the one. And that was something Amari had never had with a guy. 

You wondered if it was even humanly possible to feel this way. To feel this alone. To feel this alienated. 

Taehyung

I’m a douchebag. But more than that I’m an asshat. I could easily go on, but frankly I don't care. Now that I don’t have Y/n I don’t really care too much about most things. I pretty much just went to Yale for her, so now I’m just here so I can get a bangin’ job and earn the big bucks after I graduate. 

This whole time I’ve been in college I knew I was a hit. I knew girls wanted me, and instead of giving them what they want I just hung around my bros at parties. But now? I’m living! I’m finally getting the college experience every man deserves. Parties with the rich every weekend? Uh, don’t mind if I do.

Yeah, I know I should be sad, I did lose the most amazing girl ever, but after the life I’ve had I’ve learnt not to linger on the bad stuff. I think I’m reverting to old habits; I’m hiding behind my humor and just kinda fratting around like I did in high school. 

The first night was the worst. That night I really knew what I’d lost and it sucked. I didn't sleep. I just talked with my bros and drank til they went to bed. Then I just looked out the window and drank til the sun came up. I was worried if I kept drinking I wouldn't be able to stop, so I cut myself off (I’m not in the business of becoming like my dad)

When Y/n and I became a thing, I became soft. I forgot how cruel the world is. Upon losing her I remembered that the world didn't stop to comfort the broken, and life was gonna keep coming regardless of if I was ready or not, so moping would get me nowhere. Neither will partying but it sure is a lot more fun than sitting and thinking about how she’s probably in his arms right now. Plus it’s a lot harder to think about her and him when I have a hot girl making out with me. I’ve kinda stopped obsessing over her now, but Thanksgiving weekend is coming up soon, so I’ll have to face her then. I’ll be fine.

A week had passed and you’d finally gotten the courage to face the world again. Class with Xavier and Beth was awkward, but you guys managed. Your dorm mates said you should test a relationship with him, or try dating around now that Tae was gone, but you weren't sure. You knew dating would help you get over him, but you weren't sure if you wanted to get over him. You also weren't sure if dating Xavier would solve your problems. 

Thanksgiving weekend was coming up though, so seeing Amari would definitely help you sort things out. 

You talked to Beth about this as you walked out of class when Xavier grabbed your arm. 

“Hey uh I know things are kinda awkward right now but can we talk?” His green eyes sparkled, and he smiled shyly. A lock of his blonde hair fell into his face from it’s perfect style. Beth squeezes your hand and nods, waving and walking off.  “Sure, lets talk.” You smile, deciding it would be best to smooth things over. The two of you start to walk across the green grass of the courtyards, passing students and buildings as you walk around. 

“Look, I know what I did was..unacceptable to say the least. I know you and Taehyung had a very strong relationship, but like...god Y/n I really care about you. And I know if we gave us a shot, we could get something magical from it.” You open your mouth to speak but he raises a hand to stop you. “Wait. I understand that you’re in a sensitive time, so just think about it and..just give me a chance someday okay? But my first priority here is our friendship. I miss you. I miss our trio, you, Beth, and I. I don’t want that gone. I want us all to move on like nothing happened, okay?” His eyes searched yours as he finished, and he chewed on his bottom lip delicately, frown lines forming between his brows as he awaited your response. 

“Xavier, I would love that.” You smiled, and felt your heart flutter as he reflected your smile, putting an arm around you as you guys continued to walk, talking about life. 

Both Beth and Xavier’s families were out of the country for the holiday, so they came home with you for Thanksgiving. The drive home was a lot of fun, and you’d been invited to a party of all your friends when you got back, so you couldn't wait to introduce Beth and Xavier to everybody. 

You guys spent your first day back settling in and talking to family and Amari, but the next day was the party. It was at Jin’s huge house, so you suspected Tae would be there. Needless to say you hoped this could be when you guys get back together, though you didn't let on to that. You drove the three of you to his house around 8, when it started. When you’d arrived at 8:15, it was already in full swing. People ran up to you and hugged you, begging for details of Columbia, and eying up Beth and Xavier. You excitedly caught up with them all, but your eyes searched for Taehyung.

You didn't see him at all through the night, but you knew he was there. You could feel it with your creepy ex-girlfriend 6th sense. You lost track of your friends as you got sucked into a crowd of popular kids from school you didn't really know too well. As you bumped through the crowd, you hit one couple making out especially hard. 

“Oh I’m so sorry--” The words died coming out of your mouth as you saw who it was. Taehyung’s cheeks were rosy from the liquor, his eyes were hooded and relaxed, and a sly smirk graced his lips as he pulled away from the mystery girl, who merely giggled. His eyes flickered for a moment as he registered it was you, before he winked and went back at it with her, his hands gripping her sides, pulling her closer. You felt tears spring to your eyes when you saw Xavier. You ran over to him and cupped his face in your hands, kissing him deeply. 

People cheered around you, Hoseok cackling and yelling the loudest, “GET IT Y/N!” 

You felt his eyes on you as Xavier pulled you close, and yet you didn't care. 

Taehuyng

I felt bad seeing her, though the hot liquor coursing through me softened the blow of seeing her so hurt. I couldn't help it, something inside me wanted her to feel how I felt. Kissing this girl (whatever her name is) certainly wasn't satisfying, and making Y/n feel bad made it even less enjoyable. When I heard Hoseok say her name, and heard the crowd cheer, I looked up to see him kissing her.  

What’s he even doing in my town? In my best friends house? With my girl? I must have started towards him, cause I felt a pair of arms grab me and and pull me back. It was Yoongi.

“She’s not yours anymore,” his lips said. 

The world felt like it was in slow motion. His words processed slowly as my eyes captured the scene. She’s not mine.

My heart broke all over again.

The party finally drew to a close around 1am. You sat outside on a balcony when you heard a door open behind you. Jin smiled and walked out next to you. 

“Enjoy the party?” His eyes shined in the moonlight. 

“Brought back a lot of memories.” You mused. 

“You know we aren't in high school anymore right?” His words startled you.

“Yeah?” You laughed a little, glancing at him, but he wasn't amused. 

“Then you two need to stop acting like it.” He left without another word. 

The rest of break went by really quick. Thanksgiving was the next day, and you guys stayed another day after. You hung out with some closer friends after before you drove back up. Jin’s words haunted you every time Xavier’s hands were on you, which seemed like they were a lot. 

Life on campus changed for you now that you were Xavier’s girl. Girls seemed to openly envy you as they watched you and him walk hand in hand down the campus sidewalks. Instead of walking as your trio after class, Xavier would pull you down the sidewalks twirling you and making you laugh. While you missed Taehyung, it was nice to laugh and have somebody love you. Xavier really was sweet, not to mention handsome. You also couldn’t help feeling butterflies with him, you could see yourself falling hard for him.

You were just pondering this and pausing from texting him about tomorrow’s date when your phone lit up with a call. You smiled expecting it to be Xavier, but felt your heart stop when you saw the name at the top of the screen. You hit the green button, feeling your heart in your throat. 

“Hey,” You whisper.

“Let’s talk.” the voice said.

You forgot how much Taehyung’s voice melted you. 

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Any insecure or upset Louis fics ? Thanks !

Hello! Enjoy:

A Summer of Us by LouisandHarryandLove:

Summary: Louis couldn’t help that he was basically a bundle of nerves all the time. He had too many thoughts and too many worries, but too few friends to share them with.

So when Louis’ mom told him he could invite a friend to the beach house his family was renting for the summer, he couldn’t help but panic.

But this year was different. This year he knew exactly who he wanted to invite, if he could just get up the nerve to ask the pretty curly haired boy who had been so nice to him for the past four months.

Little does Louis know, he’s in for one of the best and most transformative summers of his life.

Word count: 47,809

Every time that you get undressed (I hear symphonies in my head) by theboyfriendstagram:

Summary: “Hi.”, Louis says and Harry doesn’t answer. The taller boy takes the cigarette from Louis’ fingers and places it between his own lips.

Louis doesn’t fight it, because Harry looks hot when he smokes.

“Why are you sad, Louis?”

Louis blinks up at the question taking him by surprise. The smoke vanishes in the air and he’s now face to face with Harry, who seems to be closer now.

“I’m not sad.”, he lies.

Harry stares at him for a moment, before he takes another drag from the cigarette and leans down so he’s at the same eye level with Louis.

And okay, now Louis panics. 

OR an AU in which Harry is the typical frat boy who doesn’t believe in love but falls for the insecure mess that is Louis.

Word count: 12,009

Take me down with you by harrystylesandstuff:

Summary: Louis is fine. He just happens to walk to the suicide bridge of Bristol at least once a week, just happens to be dealing with a lot of anxiety, and just happens to be done with life. But he’s fine.

Everything is just fine until a mysterious guy starts showing up every time he tries to kill himself, and he should be very scared, but he’s somehow very glad to have company. Until he’s not.

AU where Louis tries to kill himself multiple times but he’s not very good at it, Harry keeps showing up out of nowhere, and maybe life isn’t as bad as it looks sometimes.

Word count: 107,872

The Worst Things Beautiful by shewantstoplayhearts:

Summary: "We are beautiful souls. God Dammit, we are fucking young, we are alive, and we are true. We’re young enough to say “fuck the world” and throw our souls into love. We will never be this young and free again. It’s just you and me and me and you and the entire world.”

Or, the one where Louis’ suffering from depression and Harry wants to save him.

Word count: 6,548

i talk out loud like you’re still around by vaultingus:

Summary: louis sighs into empty air and takes pictures for indie labels and promises himself he’ll be better this time. harry still has pink lips but they used to smile so much more and he does his best work when he’s in a war with the camera. it’s hard to be found when you don’t think you’re lost.

Word count: 24,693

like a timebomb ticking by infinitelymint:

Summary: Louis loses everything. Harry’s still there.

Word count: 31,734

Fading by tothemoonmydear:

Summary: Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

Word count: 202,393

Eventide Intrigue by orphan_account:

Summary: Perrie casually asks to paint Louis’ nails one night when she, Louis, Harry, and Zayn are all hanging out together. Louis is unsure about but finds himself going along with it.

Louis soon realizes he really loves the way the nail polish looks on him. It makes him feel pretty and delicate. He can’t stop running his thumbs over the smooth glossy surface of his nails.

But these feeling don’t come without a flood of insecurity and anxiety. Harry of course is as supportive as ever, but Louis soon finds himself needing more.

Word count: 40,275

Big, Bright World by RealName:

Summary: It really was just a little crush in the beginning, nothing to be worried about. Louis had never really liked anyone he’d worked with in the past, but he was sure he could control himself. Little did he know that over time his ‘little crush’ would develop into a blazing inferno of Hell-fire proportions. Every day, Louis’ feelings became more intense, more immediate, each little smile and gesture and silly flirtation mounting up into something palpable, with a life of its own. Louis felt it every moment they were together.

The only problem? Harry was engaged to someone else and had been from the moment Louis started working at Visionary.

Word count: 35,756

Underneath the Moon by orphan_account:

Summary: In five years’ time, Louis would be the one saying to his students about how he knew the great Harry Styles, in a time before he had ever put out an album or performed on a real stage. Harry fucking Styles had been his best friend and he still loved him, he always would. But they couldn’t stay that way.

(Or, Louis and Harry are best friends until Louis goes to London while Harry tours Europe. It was going as planned until they unintentionally messed everything up, but it might be for the best.)

Word count: 46,927

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Cyber Space is Always Sweeter : Chapter 14

SUMMARY: LUCY IS A DOWN TO EARTH, STUDIOUS, RESPONSIBLE RUNAWAY ATTENDING MAGNOLIA COLLEGE. NATSU IS A RAMBUNCTIOUS, INTELLIGENT, PYROPHILIC FRATERNITY BOY GOING TO THE SAME SCHOOL.

THEY DON’T EXACTLY RUN IN THE SAME CIRCLES AND THEY HAVE ONE HELL OF A HISTORY. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE NAMES AND FACADES DISAPPEAR AND ALL THAT’S LEFT ARE WORDS BLINKING ON A SCREEN? MODERN DAY, COLLEGE/PEN PALS AU. I’M SORRY I SUCK AT INTROS. RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, ADULT SITUATIONS, AND FUTURE SEXUAL SITUATIONS. CHAPTERS 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13

The second Lucy walked in, Natsu knew he was in trouble.

The second the door shut behind her, it was like the grad student became physically unable to focus on anything but her. His mind eviscerated any useful thoughts on covalent bonding and instead replaced them with her. A short, pink ruffled skirt hung midway down her thighs and a plain white tank top clung to her curves deliciously. She’d left her golden locks down, allowing them to hang loosely across her pale shoulders. Her makeup was casual, accenting her chocolate brown eyes just enough to make Natsu feel like she was staring right through him.

With slightly flushed cheeks, Lucy made her way to the seat around the corner of the table from Natsu. Honestly, he was surprised by her choice, expecting her to sit across from him like she tended to do the past few weeks. Being alone and in such close proximity to the girl that had been on his mind for weeks didn’t seem like the best of ideas but what was he supposed to do? Move to another seat and make it painfully awkward? Cancel the session entirely under the guise of ‘too little attendance’? Shaking his head briefly, the TA came to his senses. It was like going into a fight, he couldn’t let his opponent catch onto his weaknesses or hear his racing heart.

“And here I was thinking I’d been completely stood up,” Natsu teased cooly with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair in an attempt at appearing casual and unbothered. Any more ‘casual’ and he probably would have fallen over like a complete dumbass. Real smooth, Dragneel.

Lucy’s cheeks blushed even harder (if that were even possible), tinging her face, neck, and shoulders in a color rivaling her wardrobe. He honestly thought it was one of the most intriguing things about her. Even when she’d stood up to him at the Greek Row party at the beginning of the semester, she had this subtle flush to her cheeks, like they were desperately trying to give away some major secret that the blonde freshman was too stubborn to share. The more basic side of him, however, simply wanted to believe that his presence was what had that sort of effect on her.

“Hard to forget when it’s a weekly thing,” Lucy replied, a playful undertone hiding in her voice. She bent down to her right in order to place her bag on the floor underneath the table, causing Natsu to hold back a feral growl when her top rode up her waist, exposing her hip and lower back. Her voice was what brought him back from the edge of depravity. “Guess everyone is too busy partying before the game tomorrow.”

The Frat boy wanted to slap himself. How could he have forgotten?! The following day was the college’s Homecoming, the Football team’s first home game of the season. No wonder the session was dead, the other students were probably too busy getting drunk and making complete fools of themselves. Granted, the year prior, he and Gray had almost gotten ‘detained’ by Campus Police for streaking across the college grounds with nothing but the school flag after the team had won, but it looked like this year was going to be incident (and fun) free. “With everything going on, the game completely skipped my mind,” Natsu explained, frowning slightly. At least he still had the next day to drink to his heart’s content.

Bringing them back to reality, the Teacher’s Assistant quickly logged into his laptop and began the tutoring session. Once they were on the subject of Chemistry, and Natsu was able to think with the correct head, the two of them worked in perfect sync. He was so proud of Lucy when she solved problems that he knew had been more difficult for her in the past and the small celebrations she made when she was right made all their combined effort worthwhile. That worksheet he had “found” and emailed her? Yeah, he spent four hours making the damn thing for her but it seemed to do the trick. That bright smile and victorious giggle were the best rewards he could have ever hoped for.

After about an hour, Lucy excused herself to get a drink from the vending machine, leaving Natsu alone to figure out how to survive the remaining hour. Being so close to her spiked his adrenaline like being on the edge of a cliff. Part of him wanted to make a move, to dive right off head first into the unknown waters below. The other part of him desperately wanted to respect her and her boundaries. She was technically his student for Gods’ sake. If Makarov knew about his “special showers”, the professor would have his head.

Then he thought about Starfire. Natsu’s stomach fell when he thought about the faceless girl somewhere out in Earthland. Why couldn’t she have been a student at M.C.? Why couldn’t he have met her through a Frat party or inter-college mixer? At least then she would be real. Lucy was right in front of him, regardless of how she felt about him. It was normal for him to think/dream/fantasize about someone he actually knew right? Before he could figure out an answer, Lucy was back and setting a can down on the table in front of him.

“Got you your favorite energy drink,” Lucy said calmly with a sweet smile, smoothing down her skirt before regaining her seat. He couldn’t even remember telling her which brand he preferred.  In that moment, something snapped inside of Natsu and suddenly making a decision was so much easier. Diving off the cliff was the only suitable option.

“Thanks, Lucy,” he replied, cracking it open and taking a sip in order to buy him some time while he plotted his next move. Reading women was like reading an enemy on the mat, one needed to be quiet and observant in order to truly anticipate the other’s actions. He watched as she brushed strands of her golden hair behind her ear before getting back to work on Natsu’s worksheet. She was breezing through it much to his chagrin, meaning at that rate, she’d finish before the last hour was up.  He knew it was greedy, but he wanted to keep her there with him as long as possible.

Shifting his upper body, Natsu leaned his arm on the tabletop as he continued to watch Lucy work, closing the gap between them slightly. While talking to women wasn’t exactly his best skill, he normally wasn’t that nervous. He was afraid that if he so much as said the wrong thing, she’d run like some kind of frightened woodland creature. “So…” he muttered, looking down at his laptop in order to give some semblance of control. “Are you going to the game tomorrow with your friends?” Regardless of how many clicks he made on the keyboard, he stayed on the same web page, focusing on her and her response.

“Levy and her boyfriend are going tailgating with Fairy Tail,” Lucy explained, jotting down her scratch work for one of the formulas. Her teeth trapped her bottom lip as she figured it out, causing that carnal side of Natsu to want to do the same. “Figured I would just sit in the student section and watch.”

“Your first college Homecoming and you’re not gonna tailgate?” Natsu replied, unable to hide the shock in his voice. He couldn’t imagine going to the football games without spending the day partying and hanging out with his brothers and friends. It made the experience all that much better. No way could Lucy miss out on such a rite of passage. “Why don’t you come too? Fairy Tail always has plenty of booze to share and more than enough tent space.” They always sent the pledges to the Student Lot super early to settle the best spot possible. He grinned brightly at the young freshman. “What do you say?”

Lucy pondered the idea for a moment before answering, her smile saying everything Natsu needed to hear. “That sounds fun!” she answered excitedly, causing the pinket’s grin to grow. A day spent drinking, playing games, and spending time with Lucy sounded more than perfect to him. She blushed softly once more before turning her attention to solely focus on Natsu. “Thank you for inviting me.”

The tutoring session continued in the normal fashion, Lucy asking questions with Natsu explaining them a million different way so she would fully understand. She was working on a particular problem while he was scouring his student email for something about Rush Week before he decided to take another chance. Slowly and gently, Natsu brushed his knee against Lucy’s, never taking his gaze away from his screen but watching her from his peripheral vision. The blushing returned with fervor but what happened next was completely unexpected. Coughing, Lucy shifted and crossed her legs, running her shin against his thigh.

Did she think she was smooth?

Surprisingly, Lucy left her leg right where it landed, her knee resting against his. Even though it was through his jeans, Natsu felt like he’d been struck by lightning and he was suddenly more aware of her presence. The smell of vanilla and jasmine overtook him, the sound of her tapping her pencil against the desktop, everything made Natsu feel like he was on fire. Her next question shattered him into a million pieces.

“So how’s that Lisanna girl?” Natsu noted a hint of something like jealousy in her voice but it still pained him.

“Wouldn’t really know, she’s with one of my brothers now,” he replied, making sure to sound as apathetic as possible. If he was being honest, Natsu had barely even thought about her since meeting Lucy, except when it was something negative. “Don’t hang out much with Lily Heart girls anyway.” For multiple reasons.

Lucy giggled at his response. The sound was almost angelic. “I hope I don’t run into them much during Rush next week,” she said softly. Natsu was confused almost immediately. Was she going through Rush again? That took bravery, something that the grad student admired immensely.

Natsu grinned, puffing out his chest playfully. “Well, if they give you any trouble, you come to me and I’ll handle it. Sound good?” The look in her eyes said it all, gratitude, respect, appreciation, and just a flicker of romantic intent (okay, maybe he was dreaming up that last one). But there was one thing he knew, he’d defend her from the world if it meant her looking at him like that...

[antilaurelance-blog]

a little comparison....

Laurel Lance:

grew up in a nice stable family (this is clear bc she obviously went to a rich school (oliver went there) and had a stable, not divorced family)

had a perfect life literally 

ONLY WENT FOR OLIVER BECAUSE SARA LIKED HIM WTF

boyfriend cheated with her on her sister (one of the only problems she ever had to deal with it)

still able to go to law school *which her parents obviously payed for* , got a nice job (and lived in a fucking amazing apartment besides being a civil servant)

basically had an easy fucking life other than oliver (which is like you knew he was a fucking frat boy come on)

treated sara like a bitch (the flashback to when sara got on the boat with oliver episode)

sister died (then came back to life - and she fucking was rude as hell to her until she finally apologized but seriously who is hateful to their sister who came back from the dead what the actual fuck)

literally nothing else happened to her (except being an alcoholic for like 2 days and insta recovery)

sister died again (that sucked and i did feel bad, but then she goes against everyone else’s words and better judgment and brings her back, not caring about what it will subject her too)

SLEPT WITH OLIVER RIGHT AFTER TOMMY 

TRIED TO KISS OLIVER AFTER TOMMY DIED

FUCKING TREATED TOMMY LIKE ASS, AND HONESTLY IS THE REASON HE IS DEAD (she had to save the files guys!!)

blackmailed ppl to get her job back after she was rightfully disbarred 

finally died bc she was inexperienced and dumb and shouldn’t have been in the field and was more of a hindrance than a help to the team

Felicity Smoak:

father left her and her mom when she was young

mom was always working at a vegas bar (and not exactly easy to deal with)

was poor, had to put herself through college

in college, designed a genius super virus, which her boyfriend used in a bad way, then hung himself (which she blamed her self for) only to come back after five years to try and kill her and her mother (lol laurel thought oliver was bad come on bitch suck it up)

managed to get herself a job working her ass off at QC Consolidated

helped walter discover moira’s secrets, not afraid to speak up for herself or get fired – because she knew she was doing important stuff

joined oliver’s crusade, saved his life, did it all for Walter, and convinced oliver to do “some real good in the city” 

supported oliver and diggle no matter what

saved the fucking city from one of the bombs (meanwhile laurel saved her files!!)

got oliver to come back and save the city

became an executive assistant (putting back her career and goals) FOR THE GOOD OF THE FUCKING CITY AND SHE DESERVED BETTER

had to deal with Isobel treating her like a bitch

HAD TO DEAL WITH LAUREL BEING A BITCH (”that would mean you would have to fire her” and the bitchy ass eye roll when Felicity dared to talk to Oliver about actual important stuff”)

moira fucking blackmailed her and tried to get her not to tell oliver the truth - which she still fucking did even tho she was afraid she would lose yet another person

got shot taking a bullet from sara (and learned to put aside her insecurities and become friends with sara (unlike laurel who took like forever to appreciate her sister coming back from the dead))

fucking risked her life (without being asked) to go with slade and injected him with the cure and fucking saved the day

basically saved the day every damn time

dealt with oliver being an ass about barry and what not

helped diggle always

then decided when oliver was being a little bitch she would get more from her life (didn’t fucking dote on him like laurel)

had to deal with her friend sara’s death

became a fucking vice president of a company - which she fucking earned

kicked as a VP

ex BF came back to try and kill her - and she fucking saved herself and her mom

had to deal with the man she loved dying

helped laurel and supported her even tho she was fucking useless  (only person who did this)

stood up to oliver for laurel 

stood up to oliver about the entire reason they were in that mess

her boyfriend got shot - she had to fucking save him - and she did

fucking saves olivers live using ray’s suit

not to mention hacking all the cameras and what not helps find the virus in the city

so basically saves the day again

finally has some happiness with oliver

then they come back

forced to fire people - but she finds a way around it - becomes a kick ass CEO

kicks ass at both things - only person to support oliver as mayor

then oliver starts lying to her about his kid, and proposes to her - she gets shot

paralyzed for months - but finds a way to accept it and grow into it

her dad comes back after YEARS- only to try and use her position to run a scam - breaks her heart all over again

finds out her mom made him leave - meaning both her parents have been lying to her since she was seven in a BIG FUCKIGN WAY

curtis gives her a way to walk again - then finds out oliver has been lying to her for months - since BEFORE THEY WERE ENGAGED WHEN MERYLN AND THEA KNEW BUT NOT FELICITY BECAUSE WHY??

has to go through a wedding with the person who lied to her (whom she loved) (also why does everyone lie to her)

gets fired bc she has to spend all her time saving the city and can’t devote time to her job

havenrock - had to fucking make this choice and takes all the guilt and the blame to save millions of lives

then fucking saves the world AGAIN

season 5, struggling with haven rock - no one is fucking there to help her or talk about it with her

new bf gets killed

gets john out of prison

literally saves the day again

finds out who black siren is and punches her out (I REWATCH THIS EVERY DAY)

has to join helix when no one fucking listens to her 

finds susan, saves oliver’s career

fucking GETS A PICTURE OF ADRIAN AS PROMETHEUS

then the entire team doesn’t support her when she fucking has a way to find prometheus  (bc god forbid a strong women does something remotely questionable)

DOES IT ANYWAY AND SUCCEEDS

temporarily paralyzed again

gets kidnapped by adrian

blown up on an island

NEED I FUCKING GO ON…

[allan-v-maro-blog]

Perdition University

When I was in high school, I was often bullied by several other students, probably because I wasn’t a very social kind of guy. I’m sure you all know what I’m talking about. Every school has them. The jocks who relentlessly torment anybody smaller than them, the pompous cheerleader who thinks she’s god’s gift to the world and all the boys should be kissing the ground she walks on, sometimes even the teachers are just as bad, if not worse. The main character in this story is a composition of all the jerks and A-­holes that I had the misfortune to know during those hard years. I’ve always believed that there’s a special place in hell for people like them, and that’s precisely where our story takes place. So sit back, relax and enjoy as I present a little story that I like to call...

Perdition University

I was never really raised to believe in Heaven or Hell, so I never thought about it until I ended up in the latter. How did I get here? I guess you could say it started on my first day of high school. I was sort of a shrimpy kid, and kind of awkward, which of course meant I pretty much had a giant target on my back to be constantly bullied and harassed.

Worst of all were the seniors. You know, the older kids who think that because it’s their last year of school, that gave them a free pass to be total douchebags to everybody. The ironic things is, that while I was basically tortured throughout my whole freshman year, I ended up becoming just like them.

I had a growth spurt over the summer leading up to Sophomore year, and suddenly I was a six foot wall of muscle. Needless to say, when my former tormentors got a look at me, they immediately left me alone.

Sure, I could have turned the other cheek. But a big part of me wanted to see them get what was coming to them. So for the next three years, they were the ones being shoved into lockers, and getting beaten to a pulp. Yes, I got detention more than a few times, and was even threatened to be expelled, but they never actually went through with it. Probably because I was the best football player in the school.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I joined the football team as quarterback, and ended up winning the state finals for our school, which got me a scholarship to college. I even became head of the top fraternity on the campus. I could hardly believe that I had gone a wimpy nerd to the head honcho of the school. But like I said, I ended up becoming just like, if not worse than the ones who bullied me all those years ago. Why? I guess you could say that I realized that the bigger, more popular kids tormenting the smaller, geeky ones is just the natural order of things in any school, just like in nature and the food chain. And since I had gone from the latter to the former, I was obligated to continue the cycle.

Yep, those were the best years of my life, but as fate would have it, they were also the last. One night I was walking back to the frat house after an off campus party, when out of nowhere, I get hit by a drunk driver. And just like that, my life was over. Like I said before, I never really believed in the afterlife, so imagine my surprise when I found myself suddenly enrolled in Perdition University.

Upon arriving here, I realized two things, The first being, obviously, Heaven and Hell really do exist. And second, Hell loves irony, because from the instant I set foot in this school, I was suddenly the one on the bottom of the social ladder. And before you ask, no, I’m not the only damned soul here. There are plenty of others that are condemned to spend eternity alongside me here. The guys are mostly jocks and bruisers like I was, but here they’re treated like they were nerds by the much stronger and far more sadistic demon students.

Then there’s the girls, who were basically all the spoiled head cheerleader type in life. Now they’re mocked and relentlessly tormented by the demon girls here. Like I said before, Hell loves irony. Being dead, we don’t require food or sleep, so our day here is pretty much an endless loop. Constantly moving from class to class, then starting all over again. If you thought the students sounded bad, wait until you meet the staff. Right now I’m sitting in Ms. Zabill’s, a female demon’s, classroom as she is scratching out today’s lesson on the board with her long, sharp fingernails. With each stroke, a sharp, shrill screech pierces the silence and makes everybody in the room flinch or cover their ears.

When Ms. Zabill turns to face us, we see she has written on the board “Sin and Punishment 101” “Every single one of you has committed in one form or another, a sin for which you were not forgiven.” She says. “Now, I’m sure you all have some kind of excuse as to why you did what you did, but I’m here to tell you that it doesn’t matter.” She pointed to a girl sitting in the front row. “You, come up here and state your name and why you are here.” The girl, a blonde that looked around seventeen, stood up and faced the class. “My name is Cindy, and I don’t know why I’m here. I never did anything wrong in my life!”

Ms. Zabill rolled her eyes as though she had heard this a thousand times before, which to be honest, she probably has. “Really?” She says “So you don’t remember how you bullied the less popular girls when you were alive? How you targeted one girl, a certain Johanna Smith in particular, how you mocked her for her acne and braces, and drove her to drown herself?”

Cindy had no response, and could only cross her arms and pout. “It’s not like anybody cared about her anyway.” Ms. Zabill chuckled “You mortals, always thinking someone else is to blame. I suppose I should thank you. If your kind wasn’t so arrogant and prideful, I wouldn’t have this job.” Ms. Zabill Snapped her fingers, and Cindy suddenly burst into flames. She ran around the room, screaming like a banshee before finally collapsing on the floor as the fire continued to burn away her body until the only thing left was a black mark on the floor. Nobody in the room so much as batted an eyebrow. This sort of thing happened all the time here, and we all knew she would manifest again in an hour or two, ready for more punishment.

Next up was another girl, an enormously fat redhead. She waddled up to the front of the class and said. “My name is Janet, and when I was alive, I was the hottest girl in my school. All the boys would flock to me like birds, and I could have had any one of them that I wanted.” “So what happened?” Said Ms. Zabill, though something tells me she already knew the answer. Janet began to cry, and she half sobbed the rest of her story. “There was this fat girl in my class, and I would always tease her about her weight.” “Tease her?” Said Ms. Zabill “I think you did much more than that. Didn’t you?”

“Okay, Fine! Me and my friends mocked her and humiliated her every day!” Now Janet began to break down in tears. “And now I look like a human whale!” “That’s enough now.” Said Ms. Zabill "Take your seat.” For the next half hour, the class went on like this, with everyone telling what they did in life to end up here.They were all pretty much the same, basically they were all some popular girl or jock who made life for their classmates miserable, and now they get to spend eternity on the other side of the spectrum.

The bell rang, and my next class was gym, which was taught by a burly demon named Mr.Butch. He was one of the most sadistic teachers in the whole school, and believe me, that was no small feat. “Alright, mortals.” He said in his deep, terrifying voice “Today the boys will be lifting weights, while the girls will play volleyball.” To you, this might not sound so bad, until you take into account the fact that the weights at this school literally weighed several tons, and the volleyballs were made of fire and explode after a set time, so it was really more like a lethal game of hot potato.

I tried lifting one of those little mini dumbbells, and ended up dislocating my shoulder. But that wasn’t the worst of it, I saw this one dude who ended up getting crushed by the bench press machine, and another that actually succeeded in lifting one of the really big weights over his head with Mr.Butch’s help, only for him to immediately let go and let the weight drop down, literally bending the guy in half.

After gym, we had a free period, which was arguably the most dangerous part of the day,because the demonic students used this time to hunt down and torment their favorite targets. I ended up being held upside down by my ankles as two demons repeatedly dunked my head in a toilet bowl full of lava. Needless to say, by the time they were finished, my head was nothing but a blackened skull,and I had to go through the rest of the day like that. But I got off easy, compared to what they usually do to the others. But you want to know the worst absolute worse thing that could happen to you here?

Getting sent to the dean’s office. No body really knows what happens when you get sent there, because anybody who goes in never comes out. I’ve never even seen the dean (no rhyme intended), nor do I know if the dean is male or female.

Some speculate that whoever the dean is, he or she simply devours anyone sent to his or her office, and that soul vanishes from existence. Of course, that’s just a rumor, but I don’t know which is scarier, the rumor itself, or not knowing whether it’s true or if something much worse awaits anybody sent to the dean’s office.

You probably think that this all ends after graduation, but as I said before, this is no ordinary school. There is no graduation, we are all condemned to spend everyday in this school, forever. Why am I telling you all this? Because you never know when your life will end. You probably think you’re going to live well into your golden years, and that might be true. But the truth is, you could die at any moment of the day, be it from a heart attack, or some sort of accident, or maybe you were bitten by something poisonous. My point is, nobody likes an jerk, especially Heaven. So if you're like me when I was still alive, you had better straighten out real quick. If not, well, then I guess I'll be seeing you soon enough.

[coleymari-blog]

Cyber Space is Always Sweeter : Chapter 10

Summary: Lucy is a down to Earth, studious, responsible runaway attending Magnolia College. Natsu is a rambunctious, intelligent, pyrophilic fraternity boy going to the same school.

They don’t exactly run in the same circles and they have one hell of a history. What happens when the names and facades disappear and all that’s left are words blinking on a screen? Modern day, College/Pen Pals AU. I’m sorry I suck at intros. Rated M for Language, Adult Situations, and future sexual situations. Chapters 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

"Can you at least try to hit me, Ice Queen?!"

After the day Natsu had, the only thing that made him feel better was sparring for a couple rounds with Gray. It had been that way since they were children, since right after Natsu had been adopted. They'd originally met in grade school but couldn't stand the sight of one another. Igneel enrolled Natsu in Tae Kwon Do after getting into too many fights at school (most of them with the raven-haired tyke) but as luck would have it, Gray happened to be in the same class. They used each other as fuel to progress ever since. In their later years, their sparring was usually reserved for days like Natsu's, where it felt like nothing had gone right and they needed to feel in control of something.

Gray's fist made contact with Natsu's chest causing the pinket to grunt loudly. "You mean something like that?" he teased, a cocky grin making its way to his lips. He knew Natsu had to be really wound up because usually his best friend didn't just leave himself open to attack like that. They'd already been going at it for a couple hours, drawing in crowds of brothers randomly and even welcoming bets, but Gray had no idea how much longer he could keep up with Natsu's fury. "Why can't you just talk about it like normal people, Fire Freak? It's like every time you get a boo-boo, I have to walk around with bruised ribs for weeks."

It wasn't long after that top of Natsu's foot slammed into that same area, making Gray wheeze as he tried to breathe in deeply. Natsu's breathing was also labored, his chest heaving from the physical exhaustion that was slowly taking over his body. The audience had faded, leaving the two of them, and they both dropped to the ground in a draw.

"Shut it, stripper," Natsu barked, dropping his forehead down to his raised knees. The day had started off so nicely, waking up from an all-nighter with Starfire. Flirting with her had made him feel amazing, not to mention she was starting to really open up to him. Then he'd gotten to workout before class in the house gym (a room on the second floor set up with random borderline dilapidated equipment). TA'ing Makarov's Chem class had proven to be the start of his downfall.

Why'd Lucy have to sit so damn close to the front? He'd barely been able to focus on the actual lesson, mostly keeping his steely gaze locked on her golden hair. For a moment she'd stared right back at him and he couldn't lie about loving the embarrassed flush of her cheeks.

But if anything was cuter it had to be the look she got on her face when she was confused. Throughout the entire class period, Natsu had to hold back laughter at Lucy's panicked looks between her friend's notebook and her own. As Makarov was running through a formula on the board, he watched as the blonde gnawed on the corner of her lips and it sparked an idea. He tutored every semester, right? What if he had a group session like the other TA's instead of just individual sessions? He could post about it and let her come on her own for help.

After class he'd gone to his seminars, as usual, avoiding the Queen Bitch as he normally did. While Sting still bothered him from time to time, the pinket still felt like the blond Sabertooth brother could do with a way better social circle. His classes had dragged on forever with him checking his laptop every two minutes for a message from Starfire. He'd already e-mailed her asking about her day but hadn't heard back yet. Natsu found himself yearning to talk to her for a majority of the day. Could you really miss someone you had yet to meet or even see?

Before making his way back to Fairy Tail, Natsu ran into the worst possible problem. Lisanna. Luckily for him, she'd been without her Bickslow puppy. She'd stopped him in the middle of the sidewalk outside Dreyar Hall and threw her arms around him like nothing had ever changed between them. Her fingers stroked his forearms gently as they spoke, her insisting on interrogating him for the sake of "catching up". They fell into a familiar rhythm and it was almost like she had never driven him to the point of ending their relationship. It was like he could forget reading those texts on her phone…

Luckily Natsu had been able to escape her clutches rather quickly after mental pictures of a certain blonde helped break the trance over him. His pain and confusion led him to march straight into Gray's room back at the house and challenge him to a sparring match just like custom called for. His best friend didn't even have to ask, able to read Natsu's eyes in order to find his answer. After a few hours, they were both sitting on the grass outside the frat house and Natsu felt like he could take on anything or anyone. A shared fist bump was the sign of silent thanks before they both went back inside to shower off.

As the water ran down his toned frame, Natsu's mind wandered. Probably what he missed most about having a girlfriend was the company. He missed the feeling of fingers carding through his salmon hair, nails raking down his back in ecstasy (or at least he hoped so). Gods how he longed to kiss a girl stupid again. There had been women that couldn't even speak right after a proper make-out session with "The Salamander". He loved turning girls to putty in his calloused hands. His thoughts were interrupted by Gray's departure from the shower room and the fraternity star found himself incredibly conflicted. Ultimately he surrendered to his more basic needs and took himself in hand, stroking softly at first. He mentally replayed his previous conquests as he worked himself up, using each one to push him further and further over the edge. After going without for a few weeks it didn't take him long to find himself on the brink of release but was surprised by what finally did it. After remembering what it was like to fuck Cana in the downstairs closet at a Grab-a-Date party during his undergrad years, Natsu's mind gravitated toward the image of a blonde bombshell wrapped up in black and red lace lingerie, warm brown eyes staring down his soul. What he wouldn't have given to know what she felt, smelt, tasted like, in that moment. It didn't take him long to finish, cleaning up shamefully before returning to his room.

Laying on his twin XL bed, towel still wrapped around his hips, Natsu mentally chastised himself for what he'd done. He had no right to think about Lucy that way. For the life of him, he couldn't even understand why he cared. In all honesty, he barely knew the girl. Every time he saw her, his mind flashed back to the night he met her for the first time. She'd walked into the room with the brightest brown eyes full of adoration, vulnerable as all Hell, and he'd completely torn her down. It wasn't entirely his fault. After his conversations with Minerva, Lucy was the last girl he was expecting to meet in Lisanna's room that night. Granted he probably could have handled the situation a bit better but after the alcohol and confusion, the grad student had been worse for wear.

And yet after all that, he still had the nerve to jack off to the mere thought of her? Natsu's stomach twisted harshly with guilt. He shook his head, as if trying to dislodge the current thoughts, and quickly shifted gears when he heard his phone alert him to a new e-mail waiting for him. Reaching over to his bedside table, he grinned when he saw that it was from his new favorite online encounter.

To: DragonSlayer666 From: CelestialBeauty42 Subj: LONG ass day

Today has seemed never ending. Tell me it's ending soon?

-Starfire

Natsu smiled at the words on his screen. Something inside him warmed at the thought that she'd rather talk to him at the end of a rough day. It became his personal mission to make her smile too.

To: CelestialBeauty42 From: DragonSlayer666 Subj: RE: LONG ass day...almost over!

^^^ As you can see, it is indeed almost over. Got any plans to make the night better? I can come up with a few if you'd like ;)

-Dragon

Pride swelled in Natsu's chest at his bold reply. While everyone thought that he had so much game, and he had been able to hook up with a few notable chicks in his tenure at Magnolia College, he still felt like he was bound to strike out at any minute. Starfire's reply helped make him feel slightly better.

To: DragonSlayer666 From: CelestialBeauty42 Subj: RE: LONG ass day...THANKFULLY almost over!

Thank you. :) And no actually. Unless 'planning to talk to you' counts?

-Starfire xx

Throwing his fists in the air triumphantly, Natsu grinned wildly. He won! At least it felt like it. Little did he know that winning would lead to yet another sleepless night spent chatting with his cyber dream girl.

So this chapter was a bit shorter but it REALLY picks up after this chapter. I’m thinking about posting the rest of the chapters all in one go. What do y’all think?