#everybody was asking me what was wrong and i just stared at them grinning uncontrollably

[nashdoesstuff]

GOOD OMENS SEASON THREE IS COMING!!!! WAHOO!!!

[jae-canikeepyou]

| into you | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

word count: 7.7k+

summary: as the uni campus’ social butterfly, it’s a given you have a lot of friends, invited to almost all gatherings and all adore you. for the latter, jaehyun does too. he’s so into you and likes how you’re his happy place. or; jaehyun— an unsocial, often misunderstood person, finds his behaviour different with you and perhaps wants to keep you for himself, not anyone else.

genre: fluff + elite!au

a/n: i’m back after a while since i’ve been so so busy! this is not proofread again and i’m sorry if there are any grammar mistakes down there :> this is not canon with “letting go” scenario in case there’s any similarities with the characters. hehe anyway i hope you all enjoy reading! ♡ ~j.

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seated at the front row in the amphitheatre-shaped lecture hall, jaehyun frustratingly put his hood back on to hide himself from those who were staring from all around. they were definitely whispering about him, hands by their lips to conceal their voices in case he heard them. he hated this much attention, all because he chose stay of out school and classes— and claimed that it didn’t interest him.

so did coming today.

but the point was his attendance for this class was on the line and his busybody parents were sick of receiving phone calls or mails that kept filling their boxes, all for the same reason; that their son could be expelled despite handing assignments.

he rolled his eyes at the heat creeping up his ears as the whispers grew louder. he slammed the thin granite table, causing everyone to flinch at the sound and his presence. “can i have some quiet?! i can hear you guys talking crap about me!” he turned around at the pairs of eyes, soon frozen like meerkats.

they ticked him off. he couldn’t stand being in the same room with people who repeatedly questioned his existence of being here. he knew that rumours were going around, that the ‘jeong jaehyun’ in high school got into an private elite university— it could be anywhere but never expected it‘d be this campus. it was written in the judgment of their faces.

“chill man,” a guy his age swung his lollipop with legs on the desk. “some are curious why you decided to show up today since first semester’s a week away from ending, while some even wonder why you got into such prestigious and elite university.”

jaehyun’s eyed him slowly from legs to head. “who are you supposed to be?” he snorted at the stranger.

“just a guy who wants to break the distraught you’re trying to start.” he kicked his legs off the desk and stood up on his suede shoes, showing off his pearly whites.

he looked at everyone whose eyes averted from the two of them. “our town’s a small neighbourhood, so everybody knows everybody. we know exactly who you are, jeong jaehyun.”

“excuse me?” he swirled his tongue that it was evident he was pissed. “careful what you accuse me of. you and i both know it’s not going to end well-”

“they’re near they’re near!” a voice echoed the hall, cutting jaehyun’s attempt to intimidate the young man any further.

and with that signal alone, jaehyun could see and observe ladies fixing their hair and make-up, while the guys gave fistbumps to those near them. he rolled his eyes at him returning the favour to them as the guy unbuttoned his collar. “what’s wrong with you?” jaehyun was utterly weirded out. “with everyone?”

the crimson-haired guy only gave a flirty grin with raised brows. “this happens everytime.“

the door swung open with the professor rushing in. the students swifted heads, it wasn’t the first time he ever was late. he was young and good-looking, and it was hard to believe he still a bachelor. he gestured someone at the door, then the held-in giggles and mumbles were soon replaced with whispers of awe, as you walked in carefully with a tower of binder folders halfly covering your view.

clearly the guys around him have been secretly admiring; some had the confidence of taking selfies even if you were far, while others took a picture with their eyes so you were marked in their memories. ladies flocked towards the flustered professor like little chicks and surrounded him.

and that’s when the comments started coming in.

“park seojoon is so hot.” “hey remember to use ‘professor’.” “i guess genes runs in the family.” “his sister is ethereal too.” “i see her weekly and y/n’s a goddess.” “y/n! are you coming to the party tonight?”

jaehyun knew who you were through social media and common friends. and he included himself part of the people who admire you. he also remembered because he bumped into you during orientation. he wouldn’t usually care about passerby’s and strangers and although that was a brief moment and short eye contact, something about you was hard to not forget. you had people and friends under a charming spell he couldn’t describe, and that was in a good way.

you tucked a strand behind your ear and became shy afterwards as they whistled and cheered towards your gesture, making you heat up a thousand degrees higher. you should be used to this but every time it happens, you were just as flustered as your brother.

jaehyun’s legs got up on its own and was surprised at himself for making his way to help you. he picked up the fallen binder files and scattered papers while the whiskers by your eyes creased up in shyness.

he hitched a breath realising that the clumsy you was adorable too.

“thank you.” a smile then appearing at the corners of your lips caused jaehyun to freeze for a while. yuta wouldn’t miss anyone’s reaction. he slid his chair close to jaehyun’s as the he came back, nudging his chair for him to give into your beauty.

“i know a person with heart eyes when i see one. now you understand why we’re whipped for y/n. isn’t she a babe- agh.” he held the back of his head from the smack.

“don’t call me that, nakamoto.” you hissed sharply with how confident and careless he could get, especially with people you weren’t familiar with. you looked at the guy in a black sweater and let out an embarrassed sigh. “i’m sorry about my annoying best friend. yuta tends to be chatty when he feels lonely.” you winked at him.

it was jaehyun’s turn to flash short chuckle, its faint sounds perked not only your ears, but yuta’s as well. “not a problem. i know a lonely person when i see one.” jaehyun emphasised through his gaze.

“i’m not lonely! i have y/n and my men!” he whined and turned towards you. “see what you did y/n?”

“it’s good to finally see you, jeong jaehyun.” you ignored yuta and brought out a hand for a greeting.

you pursed your lips to stifle a laugh, jaehyun’s ears quickly turned from pink to red. he gulped loudly and took your hand in his, eyebrows lifting at how you knew his name.

lost for words and you both locked eyes where he forgot to let your hands go. “we take the same course together? i know your name because you’re the only one missing from the class-” you said, shaking his hands to subtly let him know it had been a minute since your hands felt his vainey flesh.

“okay young lad that’s enough time holding my sister.” seojoon separated your hands and jaehyun snapped out of his admiration, inhaling quite stressfully with how stupid he looked. “get to your class y/n.”

“alright, i’ll see you at tea hour.” you waved at the boys.

“as long as you’re treating i’ll go.” yuta hummed in a monotonous voice, fixing his laces that went untied.

“i’m not talking to you dimwit.” you flicked his forehead, leading to your satisfaction of the nut-like sound from it. “jaehyun, because you missed yesterday’s class, prof assigned me to assist you, along with the other topics you’ve yet to cover. i’ll be expecting you at the café near campus.”

before you stepped out of the hall, yuta pulled your sweater, yanking you back. “are you going to taeyong’s party tonight? you never miss an event!”

you puckered your lips, pinching his cheeks that a cute gummy smile came out from it. “you know my rules. as long as you’re driving me home, i’ll go. see you later.”

jaehyun nodded yet was still in a daze. he realised what you said when yuta pushed him. “gross. don’t act as if we’re already close.”

“hm? was i really? i think it’s normal when you’re making a move on my best friend.” he brought out his laptop and typed his password.

i wasn’t. “whatever.”

and to say that jaehyun didn’t feel butterflies flying uncontrollably in his stomach would be an understatement. they made the intestine churn in ways he couldn’t imagine, and he himself wanted to deny that what he was feeling was just from the influence of others. but wouldn’t that mean his feelings were temporary? because if it were, he should perceive you an ordinary person.

yet here he was outside, still admiring you before he entered the café. he found it was amusing of how oblivious you were of his presence— you were too immersed into this assigned task by professor, but others found it funnier when jaehyun looked stupidly in-love and cowardly the lad looked, despite having the overall aura of a stuck-up.

as the sun’s rays brightened the city and the wind’s breeze made the trees leaves dance, only then had you raise your head to see jaehyun waving at you. ten minutes early, not bad for an actual first impression. “hey,” he greeted, making you smile with his low but gentle voice. “am i late?”

you took your bag from across and asked him to sit down. “no no. you’re just in time, it’s really nice to have an early bird around.”

his dimples deepened at the compliment. “how about the project? is it too late? you think i can still catch up?” jaehyun cleared his throat.

“that depends on your dedication. based on the record professor gets, you’ve been doing your tasks and homework quite diligently. he’s just worried about your habit of not attending his lectures might lead to procrastination when second semester starts.” you gave him a slice of cheesecake to eat. “he’s still teaching us another subject.”

“it’s quite the contrary.” he dove in for the dessert. “i don’t have the will to procrastinate at all.”

“then good.” you twisted the pen in your fingers. “let’s get started?”

for that span of two hours, how he wished it could be more. who knew you would have a lot of things in common with him? that time alone was not enough to talk about vinyl and jazz singers and pretty much everything that were overlooked by people. he brought up his favourite spots in the city and how they became a safe haven to escape the reality.

to cut the explaining short, his shell slowly started to open, bits and new things were showing. if you were surprised he was a good person, jaehyun himself couldn’t believe he was able to converse with people normally. being the awkward and shy type, doing this almost seemed impossible.

was it your magic that caused him to do so?

you learnt that jaehyun was rather special and by special it meant he had gifts that you believed were way beyond human limits. he never studied in a library, rewatched lectures or written his notes. and the professor mentioned how jaehyun received good grades in most of the things he submitted.

to be very honest, you were a little jealous. from how he was sitting in front of you, he didn’t seem to be interested but was definitely listening. and you sort of gave up in continuing anyway. “i don’t understand why i’m told i need to guide you when you’ve already caught up with everything.” you let out a soft chuckle that seemed more of a question.

“i was waiting for you to stop..” jaehyun said quite blatantly and stretched his arms and you were hurt because if he didn’t want to, he could’ve said so. heck, even more so, he shouldn’t have come here and wasted time-

“..because it looked like you were forced to do this by prof.” his smile then faded seeing you mirror the same. “are you alright? you’re a little pale..”

your eyes widened. “oh uh, sorry, i assumed-” you sputtered and probably died inside with what he said. you cursed in your mind. dammit y/n.

jaehyun raised his brows, making you more flustered and panicky. you sighed and waved your ‘its-nothing’ hand. “assumed that i’m brusque and a stuck-up?”

he pierced his eyes at you and you weren’t going to lie, he scared you a bit. but that fear immediately disappeared when a gentle giggle and adorable dimples replaced it. “i get that a lot, but don’t worry. i’m different from what people think. they think i’m not friendly, a-and a loner too.”

“you’re not.” he heard you counter him, slightly slamming the fork down. “if you were, you wouldn’t be here with me. or even bothered to come.”

his heart became warm through your words, that act of kindness torn down his walls of inferiority and his perception towards people changed. “thanks.” he checked the time on his watch and twisted his wrist to show to you. “don’t you have a party to attend to?”

“lee taeyong’s?” you stood up to leave the café. “i feel like skipping it for tonight. i’m not in the mood for parties somehow.”

“because i’m a better company for you?” jaehyun teased and boy was he proud with his remark, you didn’t even deny it. “you don’t have to go if you really don’t want to. it’s better to have time for yourself sometimes.”

“you’re saying from experience?” you asked, putting pressure on your words about his claim of being alone.

“it’s more of an advice for you.” he winked.

you thought he was quite observant even though he barely socialised with others. he noticed the light in your eyes sparkling, in which he felt his chest squeeze. you twirled in your toes as you hugged your laptop. “say.. are you up for a movie marathon?”

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including now, it’d be the fourth time you both have rewind the specific scene just for that certain song jaehyun kept singing nonstop. and although you loved his voice, having the song on replay would be a little too much and the purpose of the marathon might go in vain. it seemed jaehyun was way into it, so interrupting him would be mean of you so you sang along.

“the nostalgia still hits me ‘til this day.” jaehyun tossed a bag of chips from your kitchen island to you.

jaehyun kept saying it may sound stupid and corny coming from him, but as a child he liked the whole high school musical series; and he pretty much became one when breaking free started to play.

because you both couldn’t decide where to watch the beloved movies by everyone, the marathon ended up being at your apartment. it was subtle, yet quite obvious to you he didn’t want it to be held in his place. you thanked your psychology course for giving lessons to notice even the little things in behaviour.

“how many times do i have to keep telling you it’s okay to like it? not like anyone would tease you for it.” you giggled as you opened the bag and popped a couple of chips into your mouth.

“yeah sure, but i know you would.” he squinted his eyes for you to admit that that was your plan eventually.

“have i?” you singsonged, sipping on the large cola cup.

he pointed at the hairbrush you held and suddenly you bursted out in laughter since jaehyun was obviously— maybe a little— offended with how you mimicked him singing earlier. “okay you caught me.”

jaehyun felt his entire body heating up. still in denial about actually being into you, he took a challenge upon himself and scooted next to you. his arms slightly brushed and touched against yours. “you in for hsm 2?”

“well we are having a marathon, might as well go for camp rock later.” you shrugged and eyed him with a confirming gaze.

“uh-huh.. but i’m still a fan of the trilogy.” jaehyun stole the chips in your hands.

“now aren’t you cheeky.” you gasped at his playful behaviour, and you didn’t dislike it. perhaps you prefer this naught over yuta’s as it didn’t get into your nerves or have the urge to hit him because of the hyperness.

he sat deeper into the beanbag. “i’m comfortable in here. your house feels too homey.”

“so is it my fault that you’re in your comfort zone?” you stated, taking the bag of chips back into your arms.

“yes.” he protested with frequent waves of his palms. “you’re too kind and i might come here to visit often.”

“suit yourself.”

since he arrived here it had him wondering, why did he decide to show up today at campus when there was actually a pure human being like you? he just needed a person— just one— to knock onto his heart. yet with many people in his life trying to do the same thing, none held the correct key. and somehow,

it had to be you.

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you’ve lost count of the number of times jaehyun has been hanging at your crib since then. it became a normal routine but never have you been to his place. it was always yours and you didn’t mind that. though he did promise, you respected his decision.

you found out he could be little dorky and corny but that was the unique trait about him. like friends at kindergarten, you both were still at a get-to-know-each-other stage. so that day, he created a schedule where he would hang out with you on wednesdays and fridays, claiming that he didn’t want to be seen by others, e.g. mr. nobody with ms. golden girl.

however, since then, people close to you have been looking at you rather differently. it wasn’t because they sometimes see jaehyun following you around, they sensed a different aura from you. you could feel their piercing stares from all directions, as if you were the centerpiece of a watch. there was something a little different than usual.

and you tried to ignore this ominous feeling for now.

yuta shook his legs vigorously, in which was an unsightly act to see for someone on the soccer team. you could see him from afar with his hands by his lips, biting it as he waited for your arrival at the university’s sports ground. jaehyun jogged towards you with his bag slung diagonally across his torso. he poked your neck and as a person with severe tickle spots, that caught you off guard into a fight-me position to the doer.

“chill, it’s just me.” jaehyun had both of his hands up, whiskers appearing just by the sides of his nose.

“jaehyun!” you relaxed your limbs. “got a better way of greeting? i don’t like being surprised.” you pulled the hem of his sleeve, missing how he pursed his lips in glee when you both instantly became close, like it was overnight.

he let you grab him as you both walked towards where yuta was standing by the bleachers. “i’m sorry?” he giggled loud enough only for you to hear. “i thought i’d get a priceless reaction from you.”

you rolled your eyes that it almost hurt doing so. “be glad i have enough patience for you.”

“and i didn’t have enough patience last night!” yuta joined the conversation seeing you and jaehyun before him. “where have you been? you said you were coming to my place yesterda- why is he here?” he looked at him then at you. “with you? again?”

“ever thought that i want to have my own ‘me’ time for once?” you took off your cardigan and placed it on the bleachers. you could feel jaehyun chuckling softly when you made reference to his remark.

and boy was he proud. “you’re emphasising on that quite often nowadays.” he helped you carry your bag as you to settled down.

“that’s because i never realised how true it actually is until i say it out loud, since being in everyone’s eyes does pressure me.” you balled your fists to nudge him lightly on the arm, and for him to dramatically receive the attack did put yuta in an awkward position.

“uh hello? i’m still here!” in front of you and jaehyun, yuta snapped his fingers several times to divert attention. “what’s going on with you two? how are you both suddenly so close when you’ve just met for the first time two weeks ago?”

jaehyun swifted his head towards you, and the telepathic exchange of words between you and him had yuta clicking his tongue in disbelief. “you were right, he will react.” jaehyun’s voice prolonged while munching on a corn dog.

“told you so.” you flicked your hair and turned to yuta as you continued talking. “bestie, we’ve been seeing each other since then.”

what the hell? the way yuta’s face turn sour at your smile towards jaehyun, he could almost faint right then and there since he swore he saw mr. dimples smile subtly at you too. “and with just that i’ve been replaced-”

“no i would never replace my best friend.” you held his palms hoping he would calm down from his high emotions, but he immediately pulled his hand away from you, much to your dismay. “hey, i’m here to make amends-”

“yeah?” he clicked on a pen and wrote something on a tissue, soon grabbing your bag from the seat and fished out your wallet. “then you’re treating me my meals for a month. i have another order right now.”

now it was your turn whose face became sour. “a month?! i can’t do that- hey!”

yuta tossed your credit card up in the air and upon seeing his eyes darken— though that was all in your head—you gave in and sighed heavily. you stomped your way to the caféteria while yuta comfortably put one leg on the benches with a satisfied grin. “man she’s easy to tease.”

“is that so? then i know now who she gets it from.” jaehyun said through his chews on his food, making yuta’s ears perk up at the response.

the atmosphere lingering between the two of them invited dark clouds. both could sense the change in their moods, and they both weren’t liking it.

yuta spun and played the ball on his hands then forearms, later let out a scoff when jaehyun raised his brows. he didn’t like the vibe jaehyun was giving and so did the latter. “i do it for fun. it’s natural between us.” yuta said.

“hm? she told me she doesn’t like it when you do.” he saw you on your tiptoes as you struggled to tell the order to the person at the high-levelled counter. but another scoff came out from yuta. “you got a proble-?”

“yeah kinda.”

“i don’t think so. i can tell it really bothers you when y/n hangs out with me.” jaehyun sat up straight at yuta’s comment about him.

“i should be. because i’m her best friend and who knows what type of person you are.” he did a few tricks with his legs. “but if you really want to know then your attitude is what i have problems with.”

“i remember telling you it wouldn’t be good for you when accuse me wrongly.”

he let out a monotonous and rather mocking laugh, taking jaehyun aback but he anticipated this kind of response from him. “and what? you’ll go berserk like you did years ago? as a high school freshman? beating the innocent up or whoever comes your way?”

“look i don’t know where the hell that came from but it’s not what you or everyone else thinks.” jaehyun aggressively crumpled the hotdog wrapper in his palms.

“c’mon you don’t have to hold it all in,” yuta set his ball aside and rested his hands on his waist. jaehyun was getting uncomfortable the more he listened to him. “unleash that side-”

jaehyun rolled his tongue, nodding his head to test him. “alright, i guess i don’t have to when i have feelings for y/n. thanks for the advice.”

what the..? yuta stared at him when there wasn’t a change in his expression. jerk- “now you’re talking. you wanna fight? let’s do that-”

“tsk yuta! the bill’s too expensive!” you whined and gently put down the tray.

while yuta clicked his tongue at your sudden entry and with how quickly you came back, for a moment jaehyun wanted to hug you for being his saviour. he was so close to lose his temper towards your best friend. the relief seen in his tensed shoulders, but you interpreted it otherwise. “are you okay?” you asked while you sat down beside him.

he hummed, folding his arms and looking at the distance, clearly avoiding eye contact with yuta. “mhm, i just realised the deadline is coming up in three days.” he excused.

you managed to utter out a giggle as you finally ate, finding out how jaehyun’s ears always turned red when given attention to. “you’re stressed about it?”

“aren’t you?” jaehyun drank the remains of his soda.

“not really since i finished mine. but, if you’re worried about your progress, i can help you.” you swirled the fork in the air like a wand. jaehyun smiled to himself when yuta took his ball to throw a fit.

“i’m not worried about the project. but there’s an annoying bug i’m trying to hit so help me.” jaehyun’s dimples appeared deeply again and as the darkening ombré sunset shoned his side profile, there you witnessed how pure he actually was— and you missed out on yuta’s frown towards jaehyun.

you gulped and almost choked on your own saliva, eyes still locked in jaehyun’s. his hair caught in the wind, making it look fluffy and his entire demeanour softer than you usually see him. you hitched a breath since jaehyun seemed like he had no plans to avert his gaze too. both of you were definely mesmerised and hypnotised, and for jaehyun it was just like that time. he remembered the colour palette of your makeup while you recalled the perfume he wore.

in the recent marathons with him you’ve never been this close, physically speaking. so this close-up really debunked the impression you heard from people, especially from yuta.

however, as you were oblivious with the pressure behind jaehyun’s words and even smiled back at him, yuta flicked your temple. he was indeed a worry wart and sometimes he would like to flick you just this once for being too much of a social butterfly. he knew it was in your nature to be kind and always on the look out for others. he’s fine when you were with anyone except with this guy you befriended. not him.

he dodged your flying limbs in attempts to hit him. “oi, you’re not going to ask how i am? if i’m worried?”

the pain from the flick remained on your temple. “no? you look fine to me-” you stared at your phone. the message reminding you of the singles elite party a month from today at 8pm. “a party?”

“yeah if you attended the previous party you’d know that there’ll be another one after taeyong’s.” yuta took off his shoes in change for his casual.

“hm. i’m don’t feel like going.” you jumped off the bleachers to dust off your pants. “probably gonna be boring.”

“i’m the one who’s holding it this time!” yuta put you under a headlock in his arms. “you’re ditching your best friend?!”

you giggled and ticked his sides and followed it with a playful hug. “just kidding. i heard from momo! i’ll be there.” you brushed your hair up into a messy bun while spotting jaehyun starting to feel out of place. “oh! do you wanna come to the party, jae?”

yuta mentally facepalmed and it was given he didn’t like what you did. but your eyes were quick to see his reaction and you slapped his chest. he glared at you while his hands caressed it. why did you have to invite him? it was the whole purpose why he decided to hold a party; maybe you’d finally appreciate his hardwork, or perhaps, notice him as someone more and as not a best friend who only worries and teases you.

jaehyun nodded in response, no words needed. a smile crept your lips as if you were given chocolates on valentine’s. “cool.” you pulled him on the wrist after hearing the coach calling yuta, followed with a loud whistle. “ah yuta, we‘ll get going! see you.”

“mm yeah..” yuta hummed, seeing you both vanish in the distance. “see you..”

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your sulking self laid sideways by jaehyun’s lap, head rested on a pillow. it’s been too long since yuta avoided you, purposely ditched your hangouts, seenzoned your messages and ignored your calls. as if these weren’t obvious enough for you to know something was up. there definitely was but you couldn’t put a finger to it. so you forced jaehyun to let you stay at his place, being it your apartment was currently invaded by your brother’s friends from abroad.

but honestly it was also because you discovered jaehyun’s unit was blocks away from yours. fate was gladly on your side.

“y/n, you know i can’t work properly when you’re like this.” jaehyun sighed while he adjusted his sitting posture and lifting his laptop.

you slightly and lazily your body turned upright, seeing his dimples beginning to show themselves. “let me be.” you complained.

jaehyun put down his laptop. “i can’t. you’re in my way of cramming hours. plus, how long have you been coming here? it’s getting too frequent..” he paused when your eyes were no longer on him— rather they were on your phone, staring at the last conversation from yuta.

he couldn’t bring himself to say that he was reason why yuta acting the way he was to you. and for all honesty he would keep this matter to himself. “did i do something wrong?” you asked.

“of course not. he’s probably in his emo phase. guys have them a lot more than you think.” jaehyun typed on the keyboard for the remaining parts of the essay. “but he’ll get out of it eventually.”

“fine i’ll trust on that.” you sat up and scooted over to see his progress. you submitted your assignment hours ago. looking at jaehyun, it seemed he was struggling at some parts. were you unconsciously pressuring him? the beads of sweat began to roll down his temples and that made you giggle if it was the case. uh-huh. he was really feeling that way.

he gulped so loudly that it came out as a weird noise. he hoped you didn’t hear that. but the way you pursed your lips to hold the laughter in only had him discontinuing his report. “d-don’t do that.”

“do what?” you snicker.

jaehyun rolled his eyes and poked your forehead. “you’re too distracting.”

oh how the tables have turned. that comment flipped your head upside down, your heart in a frenzy and stomach churning. it wasn’t “so”, but “too”— that only meant he wasn’t concentrating on his work for a while.

even so, you waited for him to finish despite questionable feelings you’ve been feeling. his coffee cup already did seconds and thirds. and suddenly you remembered the happy hour the local café was promoting and there was a few minutes left until it ends for the day. you had to bring him there.

but you decided that because you wanted to be out of that suffocating air jaehyun caused.

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the more you walked faster, the more jaehyun’s wrist reddened and hurt. but he let you be as he liked how you were comfortable with someone like him. your hair flowed with the wind, the remains of your shampoo left a sweet scent. was it lavender? and the wind blew stronger, making the scent clearer to the nose. his heart skipped beats, because it was indeed lavender. he swore in his head. scrap aside the frequent marathons and meet-ups. lavender’s all the more reason why fell for you quickly than ever.

and when the local café closed early for the day, you almost lost sight of the pedestrian signs. jaehyun pulled you in as the light emitted red. though you had your emotions get the best of you, you realised how childish you were for something so minor. you laughed in awkwardness, he did too. “i didn’t want anyone to see this side-”

warmth. that was all you thought of right there. you were in his embrace.

“..of me.” you soon mumbled in his chest, realising later of the action he just did. “jaehyun-”

“it’s okay. i don’t too.” his hand gently caressed the back of your head, treating it with care as if he held a newborn baby. “so can i keep you?”

that warmth became hotter, almost boiling that you weren’t able to breathe properly. “i’m sorry.” he said, that must’ve surprised you.” jaehyun chuckled.

surprised? of course you were. how was it natural for him to do skinship? and that smoothly? you both weren’t at that stage yet, let alone have a relationship with mutual feelings. even yuta couldn’t hug you because of how conscious you felt.

but then again, you looked up. you saw his ears. it was red, the usual reaction whenever you were with him. was it normal though? you were never aware of it up until now.

because it was so clear now.

“i’ll see you tomorrow? i have to help my mom with some things.” you lied as you scratched your neck.

jaehyun nodded and pulled away. “alright, go on ahead.”

you poked his dimples because he has been staring at you like he had questions to ask. “what is it?”

maybe he didn’t notice or maybe he did, but he was leaning closer, his head tilting to the side and eyes staring into your soul. you knew what he was about to do, you feel like letting him do so but at the same time you weren’t sure of your feelings.  

just a little more and you could’ve locked lips but..

your phone vibrated.

in panic you looked at your device and eyes widened that brought jaehyun aback.

“ah yuta!” you brought your phone so close to your face, not believing your best friend’s announcement on social media, in which he then followed up with a text message.

the light in your eyes was something jaehyun liked seeing, but didn’t so as well.

“oh! he said the concept for the elites’ party is live wardrobe. all singles will go through a ballot draw. it’s for the clothes to wear for the night..” you locked your phone. “tsk i wanted to wear my favourite dress.”

“i think you’ll look great in whatever gown is chosen for you.” jaehyun pat your head while you were immersed in your phone. “now go. it’s getting late.”

“i’ll expect the same for you.” you replied.

he laughed and that didn’t want to make you leave just yet. “nah don’t. i’m just ordinary in a suit.”

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funny how he was so damn wrong.

fate let him draw red, and confidently chose a suit once it was his turn to change. it was as if he knew this attire would go well with him. a suede texture with a black outline on its collar accentuated his brushed up light brown hair, while his black under-shirt contrasted with his porcelain skin. gladly it wasn’t halloween, or else you would’ve mistaken him for a vampire.

he had you feeling all sorts of things, and you didn’t know why when you were nothing more than friends.

an hour ago he was in his usual casual wear. now he was surrounded with ladies who already seemed like they were friends with him for decades. you could see jaehyun was uncomfortable but he kept his cool with folded arms as he leaned against a column. the comments from them irritated you, because at one point they were badmouthing him— and the second he showed up they flooded him with compliments of his good looks and how they named him the “model elite”.

you swirled the wine glass in your hand, the other arm hugged your waist. you rolled your eyes at the falseness these people have towards him. “can’t believe it.” your fingers curled as irritation began to cover your sight. “look at them trying to make a move on him. erlgh too close. they weren’t like that before.”

sicheng rolled his tongue, hands in pockets and walked to be in front of you. “really? you weren’t like that before too.” he pointed out.

“i agree. recently you’re stuck like glue whenever you’re with him.” yuta gestured.

“am so not?” you gasped while your eyes trailed to jaehyun, who was still had patience for the ladies surrounding him. “i just like how he’s a good friend.”

“doubt it.” sicheng poked your cheek. “you wouldn’t feel like this when you have feeli-”

not this again. “i’m grabbing a drink.” yuta suddenly cut the conversation.

“get me one too!” the younger one yelled and after he was satisfied with the gesture, he winced as you pinched his sides from the remark he said earlier. “ow! y/n! it’s true though! i know what i’m seeing!”

truthfully, nothing about sicheng’s words or actions bothered you. but if there was anything that did, it was your own heart. as of tonight, you began to question your feelings towards jaehyun. when did it start? how was it possible to like someone so quickly? “i’m telling you i don’t.” your eyes trailed to him, not realising the rush of heat creeping your cheeks.

jaehyun was approached by yuta, who was giving him a glass of beer. the ladies fled after stealing pictures of the guy and he took the drink in his hands. then they headed towards the garden of the mansion. wonder what he’s here for?

“nice party you have here. concept’s cool.” jaehyun started to break the lingering silence because he knew how awkward this was going to be with your best friend.

“yeah, never knew you’d end up in red. it’s y/n’s favourite colour.” yuta’s voice lowered. there was an impact jaehyun could describe but assuming that would be too rude of him.

“really? i didn’t know.” he hummed. aren’t you a little too happy, jaehyun told himself. he shook it off, for he doesn’t expect him and you to go any further than this.

“now you do. so can you back up for a while? take a week off or something from y/n.” yuta raised his brows.

this was the same feeling from before. he knew this feeling because he felt the exact same way. he wanted to be selfish for once. not like he hated yuta, it was just.. he always had to appear whenever he didn’t want him to. then he would mess his mood. he interrupted his joy of admiring you. jaehyun licked his lips to dampen them. “i’m sorry, who are you to tell me what to do?”

yuta grinned and leaned against the column as he mirrored jaehyun. “don’t you get it?” he asked, his tone rising. “i love y/n. you entering the picture just ruins everything.”

my hunch’s correct. he does love y/n. “if you love her you wouldn’t ignore her.”

“it’s because you’re with her! and she does the same to me! it’s like she’s found someone else-”

“you’re being dramatic.” jaehyun pushed himself off the column and turned to him. “y/n’s sad and moping around because you treated her like she’s all alone. you have no idea how much she waited for you to contact her.”

“what do you know, smartass? you’re just another guy trying to fit in when you know you couldn’t. no matter how much you tried, everyone’s afraid of you. and now you’re telling me you have feelings for y/n? please.” his lips jutted with sounds of disbelief while his body posture challenged jaehyun. “y/n’s kind to everyone she meets. it’s who she is. but to think you have hope to be with someone like her? if you ask me, all i see is a greatest mismatch.”

jaehyun usually didn’t give a damn of the comments about him. he couldn’t care less of any of those. in fact he’d hear them through one ear and out they went. but when he said anything, it irked him.

you see, that was the thing— right now, he actually listened.

he turned a blind eye on yuta’s words and let it off for the night. he was given a drink and maybe the alcohol didn’t work its way on him than it did to guy. in the end, yuta was probably spilling tea even if he didn’t intend to.

“what i feel for y/n has nothing to do with you. just like people can’t control the tides,” jaehyun lightly knocked onto yuta’s chest. “i can’t control mine.”

the footsteps echoed in yuta’s ears, he could hear them despite the noisy hall. “rghhh!” he grabbed hold of his glass and threw it towards jaehyun.

sounds of shattering glass met the ground, as well as catching everyone’s attention. then there was silence. jaehyun began to lose his patience as he turned around. his smirk challenged him. ouch. this was the fight yuta was looking for, seeing jaehyun’s heavy breaths only made him stand on his toes.

jaehyun punched him in the jaw though he knew it wasn’t worth his time. but he wanted to give him a taste of stepping beyond boundaries. yuta punched him back too. he made sure the star of the night was the other— shone the brightest and reveal his true nature. he didn’t count the number of hits he received, as long as jaehyun stayed that way.

“i told you it wouldn’t be good if you provoked me!” jaehyun growled. “you’re asking for show? i’ll give you one!”

“huh..” yuta wiped his bleeding lip. “you sure about that, beast?”

jaehyun held himself for the next punch, feeling all of the pairs of eyes on him. yours included. that was what he feared. “aw. what impression does she have on you now?” yuta’s cooing words caused jaehyun’s eyes to soften.

all bleeding and bruised, jaehyun’s injuries have matched with his suit. he clenched his fists as he frustratingly left the hall.

in your peripheral, your eyes trailed his direction and your legs followed him by heart, without realising yuta calling out your name several times. everything went blank, not thinking things straight because while everyone watched, no one understood. you glared at yuta before heading outside, a more disappointed sigh was the only response he got from you.

yuta was then nudged by sicheng. the latter could see the change in his expression. “what did i tell you?”

“you don’t have to tell me.” yuta dusted his pants.

“i’m still gonna.” sicheng rolled his eyes and poked the lad’s temple. “that’s what you call ‘stupidity’. if only you confessed to her before maybe things would be different between you guys.”

“i don’t want things to be different dude.”

“i’m gonna state the obvious, you probably already know this but.. you lost this battle.”

“crap..” yuta’s voice changed from a nervous chuckle to a soft sob. “i liked her first.”

you spotted jaehyun sitting atop a metal barrier just in front of the carpark— head down to mend his injuries and scratches. he sniffed from the cool night breeze before hopping off. “you’ll hurt your feet.” he pointed at the heels you had dangling in your hands.

his gaze softened when you pointed at his face, especially the black eye. “touché.” he chuckled, later feeling your cold hands against his throbbing flesh. “it’s no big deal-”

“i’m sorry about yuta’s behaviour.” you sighed. “don’t let it get into you. he’s an airhead when he’s drunk-”

“you sure? he seemed pretty sober when he said- ah.” he pursed his lips to speak any further. “nevermind.”

now that gotten you curious. “what did he say? spill it!” you whined, causing jaehyun mouth to curve a little in amusement.

jaehyun prolonged the silence and grabbed your shoes, leading you towards his car. once he unlocked it and opened the door, he bursted out in a loud, healthy laugh. “he said he was head over heels for you.”

you pushed him to the driver’s seat and slammed the door, rolling your eyes at the pun. “that was so lame!” you sat on the other side. “but i know that already if you thought i didn’t. i subtly turned him down ages ago. guess he didn’t take the message.”

“clearly.”

as you tended to his wounds, one question still had your curiosity at its peak. jaehyun was quiet through-out, so it was hard to bring the topic up for a while. until your eyes and his met.

“what did you tell him before he threw the glass at you?” you dabbed the cotton onto the beaten area. “it must’ve pissed him.”

he dropped his car keys and let out a nervous hum. “uh..” he didn’t know what else to say. right when he was finally about to tell you, you suddenly giggled.

“unless you told him you like me and that made him angry, but i doubt that happened.” your lips shrank to a circle, cursing at yourself for assuming too much. girl the guts you have was incomparable—

jaehyun’s large hand held yours while you continued to apply medication. the warmth, the heat and the building tension of skinship made you weak. “you’re right.”

your smile and breaths changed in an instant when he fixed himself on the seat. he smirked a little, finding how cute you were. it drove him crazy.

“i like you, for the longest time, since the orientation. i’m so into you that i couldn’t help myself be selfish and have you to myself— i- i don’t know what i’m saying.” he sighed, pushing himself away in embarrassment with arms above his face.

“t-thanks.” you fiddled with your fingers.

“i’m not asking for an answer. i just wanted to let you know.” he said. “gosh this is a bad timing for confession.”

“then is it a bad timing if i said i’m into you too?” you looked away and out in the distance. you could see his reaction on the window’s reflection. he was shocked, but an uncontrollable smile was forcing itself on the surface. it was written in the dimples.

“no,” his husky voice called you to look back. “you’re just about right.”

[morizoras-cave]

Sleepover (Collab with @lozzypoz321)

Sebastian Stan x f!teen!co-star!reader, MCU Cast x f!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: fluff, crack honestly

Description: You and the MCU cast have a secret sleepover on set.

Warnings: language!!

A/N by morizoras-cave: this was even more fun than the last fic, loz is so so funny and so so talented and i just feel so comfortable writing with her :) also so many… bad things… happened while we wrote this. I mean it was chaotic.. I hope you enjoy its LONG

A/N by @lozzypoz321​: this was so much fun to write and I loved it!! Honestly you do not want to know what happened behind th scenes because that was a m e s s. Vic is suck and amazing writer and deserves so much love! Hope you enjoy!!

“Kid, open the door!” your head snapped to the door of your hotel room. You recognised Sebastian’s voice coming from outside. “Open up!”

“I’m coming” you yelled, padding over to the door and opening up. Sebastian and Anthony stood out there. They looked oddly child-like as they stood there with their sleeping bags and dressed in pjs. You snorted. “Well, hello to you too!” 

“Don’t laugh, N/n, this is serious.” Anthony said as you walked out, you also dressed in your marvel pjs and with a sleeping bag in hand. Although, you thought, it was hard to take him seriously when he was dressed in Winnie The Pooh slippers. 

“Whatever you say, man.”

The entirety of the marvel cast had planned a sleepover on set. It was very secret, apparently. You didn’t know the full story, but they had seemingly asked the directors if they could have an onset sleepover and they’d refused, so someone had to steal a key. It was a whole process, but nonetheless you found yourself on the way to set at around 10:30. 

“Is anyone bringing snacks?” you asked. You, Seb and Anthony were walking down the street. You could see the set already. “Damn, I hope so” Anthony mumbled and you all continued walking. 

When you got there Elizabeth was standing outside, holding the door open with what you assumed was the stolen key. She ushered you inside. “You’re late and for some reason I’m not surprised.”

Inside all the others were already waiting, the entirety of the cast. Notably, you could see that Robert, Scarlett and Mark had created a pillow fort, and were hiding out in the coziness with a bag of popcorn. 

“Welcome, late-comers!” Robert greeted you dramatically, standing up in his Iron Man onesie. “You’ve missed the pizzas. You know, because you’re late!” 

“It’s fine, we already ate. Which is why we’re late,” Sebastian pointed nodded to Anthony. You nodded along.

Everyone sat down on a large stretch of couches, blankets and pillows, where Elizabeth had placed a projector pointed to an empty wall of the set. You sat down with Tom (Hiddleston), Sebastian and Mark. It was a rather weird thing to see so many grown men and women (that you had previously had respect for) in their most colourful pjs, but you supposed it was on you to expect any differently from this cast of people. 

Chris (Evans) had picked a movie and, unsurprisingly, he picked Iron Man 1. Robert protested for about two seconds, before he let everyone shower him in compliments because that movie was so damn good. “Okay okay, I guess we can watch it if we really have to”

Scarlett lightly laughed and pressed a button on the projector to start the movie after placing the disk inside that Chris (Evans) had brought from his collection at his house. “Where’s the snacks?” You heard Chris (Hemsworth) loudly whisper to Scarlett who sat next to him. 

“Ooh do we have popcorn?” You quietly asked Sebastian who nodded and reached across Anthony who was laid next to him to retrieve the salted popcorn that Mark had gotten just for you as he was in charge of the snack committee. Chris (Evans) silently got up, after making sure nobody noticed him (except from you), and crawled across the room in his rapunzel pjs on his hands and knees to reach Robert who was now on the verge of unconsciousness with dribble falling from the side of his mouth. Trying to be discreet, he raised his hands scarily behind him, gaining everybody’s attention in the room except Robert, and suddenly pounced on him in a playful manner. 

The man leapt up without warning with wide eyes the size of dinner plates and held his hands up as if he was doing karate in a mode of self defence. Everybody in the room burst out laughing at his reaction, Chris (Evans) reaching for his left pec as he leant back on his knees in a full on belly laugh. “You looked like you were a 6 year old girl” Scarlett laughed out and shook her head towards the man, who was now grumbling as he sat back down on his spot with an abundance of blankets by his side. 

“All the snacks are gone” Anthony exclaimed to the cast, making Tom (Hiddleston) look up from the screen and ponder “well we could do something that doesn’t require food” he suggested, making everyone look at him to continue. 

“I mean, we could play hide and seek?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed excitedly, one of your first inputs of the night “I’d love to play hide and seek! My dad used to do it with me all the time!”

Your happy demeanour made them all smile as you began explaining how he would hide next to you while your brother tried to find both of you. “Well it’s settled then, we’re playing hide and seek!” Chris (Hemsworth) announced in his Australian accent, before you could be told twice, you jumped up and grabbed Sebastian's hand before racing out of the room, not even giving anybody a second glance. 

“Woah, where are we going?” Sebastian chuckled, following your rapid footsteps. “Don’t worry about this, Seb, I’ve the perfect hiding spot!” It was a little bit embarrassing to admit, but every time you entered a new place, you thought about the best hiding spots (in case of an unwarranted game of hide and seek). 

You pulled Sebastian into the costume room and shuffled awkwardly into the back. There, you found your masterful hiding place. It was a vent, but not a small one. It was big. Sebastian looked at you in surprise. “Not bad, Y/n.” 

You popped the cover right off, catching Sebastian off guard. “I unscrewed it back in February,” you explained and jumped inside. Sebastian seemed to want to question you further, but instead just shrugged to himself and followed you inside, closing the vent cover behind him.

“This really is the perfect place,” he mumbled, voice echoing slightly in the vents. It was pretty cold, but stable. “And hey, didn’t you say that your dad used to hide with you?” He asked while looking around the airy place. “Oh, um, yeah” you said sheepishly, just now remembering the moment in the other room. 

“Um- I-I mean, not that you’re my- Like, my dad-” you stammered, blushing at the awkward moment, “Like- My dad is my dad- You’re just- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to make this awkward, I just-”

“Shut up!” Sebastian hissed suddenly. You looked at him, taken aback. He was staring out the vent covers, and then looked back at you with a grin. He pointed to it silently. Your brows furrowed, and you looked out. You saw Chris in the room, hand holding a flashlight while aiming it around the room, trying to find a sign of anybody. You held your breath. 

“I know you’re in here! I can smell your fear!” he yelled trying to act scary. Meanwhile, he just looked kind of goofy in his Disney princess pjs. You saw Sebastian beside you, trying not to laugh. His face was contorted into a forced frown, but a smile still crept up the corners of his mouth. Seeing his face, you started feeling the urge to laugh too. 

You both laughed silently, trying so hard to not give away your position to Chris. You were failing miserably. 

“I will find you!” Chris said again, and this time Sebastian let out a laugh, immediately clamping a hand over his mouth. His eyes widened and so did yours. Chris stopped moving, snapping his head around furiously. “Who was that? Where are you?” 

You saw the moment Sebastian decided to give up on hiding, as he just suddenly started laughing like a maniac. You did too, both of you clutching your stomachs. Chris scoffed and tore the vent cover off, revealing the two of you laughing uncontrollably. 

“Come on, guys, it wasn’t that funny!” Chris sighed, but he was wrong, it was definitely that funny. You guys went back to the movie room. Robert, Tom, Scarlett and Anthony had all already been found.

“Welcome to the losers!” Tom grumbled. You both sat down with him and chatted while waiting for the others to turn up. The next was Mark, who had been hiding under a table, and then Elizabeth who wasn’t even trying, but was somehow second last anyway. 

Then came the waiting game. Hemsworth, the biggest of you all, the goofiest, and seemingly the easiest to spot, was still at large. Chris was hopelessly searching, but came back every ten minutes with a more and more depressed look on his attractive face.

“I can’t find him!” he admitted finally. There was a collective sigh, and then everyone started searching together, simultaneously calling out “Chris! The aussie one!” Eventually you did find him, crammed behind a couch uncomfortably. 

When you finally did, Anthony (as well as several others) seemed to have only grown hungrier, and the need for snacks was larger than ever. “I swear to god if we don’t find food right now I may just quit the job” Anthony swore and huffed as he crossed both his arms over his chest. “That seems a bit dramatic but okay” Scarlett laughed as the ten of you rounded a corner in the building to only come face to face with an abundance of vending machines that everyone used at break and you all had seemingly forgotten about. “Woah” Tom said, impressed at the arrangement. 

“Food galore,” Elizabeth expressed and was the first one to walk towards, closer to the arrangement, leaving the rest of you by the wall with your jaws dropped. “If I’m sick, don’t blame it on me” you quietly expressed, making Mark laugh from his spot next to you. 

Trying not to seem too excited, Anthony ran forward, eyes following each and every item of edible food and drink. “I think you better hurry up” Tom commented from his spot the furthest from you, noticing the way Anthony and Chris were now eyeing your favourite type of chips. 

“Umm yeah, that sounds like a good idea”

You, Robert and Sebastian immediately went over to the vending machine that was holding doritos, lays, and other classic chips. “Um, about earlier,” you mumbled to the Romanian man as Robert began to shake the machine with force, hoping something would fall down “I didn’t mean it like that” your cheeks flooded with embarrassment as the memory came flashing back to you.

But before you could start apologising even more, he stopped you and sent a reassuring smile your way “don’t worry about it Y/N, I know what you meant.” He gave your shoulder a small squeeze, before going back to watching Robert yelling at the Doritos to “fall out, you big pussy!”

Before Chris (Evans) and Tom could come over to your side of the room to be responsible adults and make a rational decision, Chris (Hemsworth) had already come bounding over to you and kicked the glass where the chips were held behind. He put full force behind the kick, so it shattered and fell loudly with a crash to the ground. 

“Erm. Good idea?”

For no reason at all the situation was just funny to you, so while everyone in the room was stood still shocked (apart from Hemsworth who rocked back and forth on his feet sheepishly) you began to laugh. “What’s funny? You could literally cut your feet if you move!” Tom exclaimed with wide eyes, “you can’t get hurt we need to return you to your mom the same as we got you!”

Without warning Chris (Evans) ran over to you, making sure to carefully avoid the glass panes. “I’m not getting sued for this shit” he muttered as he picked you up and brought you over to a corner, which was a safe distance away from the wreckage.

“Alright, this has gotten out of hand,” Mark ran a hand through his hair, as he surveyed the broken glass on the floor in distress. Elizabeth nodded. You made eye contact with Scarlett and Anthony, who very clearly didn’t share the same concern that Mark and Elizabeth did. You all giggled quietly. 

“But uh, let’s take advantage of the situation, eh?” Chris (Hemsworth) pulled a couple bags of doritos out of the broken vending machine, “Free doritos?” He shook the bags playfully. There was a moment where people seemed to question whether they prioritized their dignity of the free doritos, and it’s fair to say that a large number of them chose the doritos. 

You all went back to the movie room, collapsing on your mattresses and blankets, with your snacks. But before any of you could begin to focus on the movie once again, a sudden gasp broke out from across the room. “He has the last bag of Doritos!”

“No I don’t” Hemsworth was quick to deny Elizabeth’s claim but everyone could see the full bag that he had attempted to stuff under his blanket. All of a sudden, Scarlett leapt out of her sleeping bag, trying to reach the chips before he did, but unfortunately all the gym workouts he had been going to (or yoga lessons you weren’t really sure) were paying off, as he held the woman at bay so he could grab the snack and hold it far out of her reach.

“Give it” she grunted and tried to reach past his grip and take the chips for herself, but before she had a chance, Chris (Evans) jumped up from his spot over by Tom and snatched the bag from him, holding a victorious grin on his face. Chris (Hemsworth) pouted angrily at his costar, not bothering to fight back as he knew it would be a losing battle (he was captain America for Christ’s sake). But you had a trick up your sleeve, you wanted those chips and you were going to get them whether it was the last thing you did.

Picking up the pillow beside you, you held it up as a shield as ran forward as fast as you could, taking in the confused expression Chris held in his face before you smashed into his stomach, knocking the air out of your lungs but unfortunately, not his.

He chuckled deeply as you smashed back into the wooden floors groaning as the pain surged through you. “I don’t think that worked as well as you thought it would” Mark commented from his comfortable spot on his mattress. 

“No, it really didn’t”

The movie ended, and slowly but surely people started going to bed. There were yawns and stretches around you all bundled together on the floor. You too found yourself growing tired, stuffing yourself into your sleeping bag and getting comfortable. 

“Goodnight!” you murmured and those who were awake mumbled it back drowsily. You distinctly heard Sebastian mutter back to you from his sleeping bag “shut up, I’m tired”. You chuckled for the last time that night, as soon sleep overcame you. 

Then, at the the buttcrack of dawn, a scream came from the nearest entrance: “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK-” 

And that was the inspiring story of how body searches became a daily routine on set, so the Russos could make sure no one had gotten their grubby hands on an extra key.

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The King || Draco Malfoy

Requested: No Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader Warnings: alcohol, flufffff

WORDS : 1533

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Song - The King by Conan Gray

"But I'm the only one that can make you feel right. I'm the only one that you think of at night." "You like me, well obviously. So why you trying to leave when you know that I'm the King? Cause I'm supreme, choose me." "And you can have your fun cause I know that it's fake. I know when you're done you'll come running my way."

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Draco Malfoy takes a sip of his drink as he watches Y/N dancing across the room- Ronald Weasley has got his hands on her hips and she's grinding them against him. If this was a few months ago then Draco would have gone mad with envy- he might've even punched Ron in the face- but he's learned his lesson now.

Everything with Y/N is a game- she makes moves and he makes countermoves- because that's the way that she likes it. She will focus all of her attention on Draco for a week or two then she'll move onto someone else until she gets bored of them and ends up in Draco's arms again- he's the only constant in the array of Hogwarts students that she's hooked up with.

"Why are you so obsessed with this girl? She's clearly not that into you." Blaise lectures his best friend as he follows the blonde's eyeline to Y/N.

"You don't know what you're talking about Blaise."

"You need to give this up."

"I'm playing the long game."

He finally decides that he's bored of watching and puts his glass down- getting off the couch so that he can walk toward the pair. Y/N's eyes light up at the sight of Draco and she turns to face Ron so that she can whisper something in his ear. His face drops but he nods and leaves anyway- knowing that this is how things with Y/N always go.

"Weaselbee? Really?" Draco raises his eyebrows as he approaches Y/N. She rolls her eyes- pulling Draco toward her to dance- and groans.

"He's fucking annoying."

"Then why were you with him?" He chuckles.


"Nice hands." She shrugs- not having a legitimate reason for being with Ron.

Draco knows her habits- she finds someone that she wouldn't like under normal circumstances and spends the night with them, then the very next morning she's by his side and complaining again- so the fact that she didn't actually like Ron doesn't surprise him. "Better than mine?" He lowers his hands to her hips and pulls her closer so that their faces are only inches apart.

"You know that no one's better than you." She giggles, "But a girl can dream." She starts to pull away- wanting to sit down or grab a drink, anything that isn't being this close to Draco again. He's like a drug that she just can't seem to give up.

"But why dream when you already know that I'm the only one who can make you feel right?"  He grabs her wrist and pulls her back into his chest with a smirk. "I know that I'm the one you think of at night."

"Cocky much?" She scoffs.

"Am I wrong?" He whispers into her ear as they dance, "Hermione, Ron, Cho, Theo, Percy, the list goes on. But it seems that none of them made you feel right."

"And what makes you think that you did?"

"Because I'm the one that has you in their arms."

"Oh come on." She rolls her eyes. "Why would I need other people if you were enough?"

"Because you're scared."

"Of what?"

"The fact that you're in love with me."

"What?" She laughs and pulls away from him completely- putting space between them. "That's a reach."

"Is it? Because you obviously like me." He smirks and crosses his arms. "You wouldn't keep me around otherwise."

"Maybe you're my boy-toy."

"No, that-" Draco points toward Ron across the room, "Is your boy-toy."

"I can have more than one."

"And I'm included in that?"

"Maybe." She shrugs her shoulders with a grin.

"Oh." He nods inquisitively, "So you have no feelings for me at all?"

"Nope."

"Good to know."

"Why?"

"Because," He smirks and brings his head down till his mouth is right next to hear. "Now I can go fuck Parkinson." He whispers and pulls away before immediately turning away from her and making his way toward Pansy. "Parkinson!"

Y/N feels her throat go dry at the sight of Draco grabbing onto Pansy's hips and dragging her to dance. She watches them intently until Draco lowers his lips to Pansy's ear- the way he'd done with Y/N only minutes before- and whispers something that has her giggling uncontrollably. She decides that she's had enough and walks toward the door so that she can return to her dorm.

~~~

"You're so daft Y/N." Pansy huffs as she stares at the clearly frustrated girl beside her. They'd met in the library for their usual study session and Y/N had refused to look Pansy's way the entire time.

"What?"

"I'm gay." Pansy chuckles and Y/N raises her eyebrows at Pansy- who shrugs. "You never asked."

"Fair point." Y/N mumbles back.

"Draco was just using me to get a reaction out of you."

"Oh."

"And clearly he succeeded."

"No, he didn't." Y/N mumbles.

"You can't say that after you spent an hour staring daggers at me." Pansy laughs again and gives Y/N a soft smile, "The two of you are so clearly head-over-heels for each other, just get together."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I.." She sighs, "I don't know."

"I think you do." Pansy mumbles as she gets up and rubs the other girl's shoulder before leaving.

~~~

Y/N marches toward Draco's dorm in frustration- ready to yell galore. She reaches his door and knocks roughly until he finally opens it for her.

"Why are you like this?"

"What?" He asks sleepily- rubbing his eyes slightly to wake himself up.

"Why do you have to be so persistent?" She pushes her way past him and walks into his room, "I keep trying to get you out of my system but it isn't working." 
"Y/N, what-"

"And you're always there! Every time shit hits the fan- you're there comforting me like it's your job. But I didn't ask you to!"

"So you're mad at me for caring about you?" He raises his eyebrows at her in confusion.

"Yes!" She exclaims in an exasperated tone as she turns to start pacing around his room. "I've spent the last few months just waiting for you to move on- like everybody else does- but you keep coming back and I just don't understand why."

"Y/N-"

"Shut up, I'm still talking." She retorts at him and he raises his hands in apology. "It's not something that I'm used to- people caring about me- and it's so fucking difficult for me to accept that you do because I..."

"You what?"

"I love it. I love the way being important to you makes me feel." She runs her hands down her face in frustration. "And I hate that because... what happens when you leave me the way everyone else does? What am I going to do when you realise that you don't want me?"

Silence encapsulates them and he watches her curiously as she stops pacing and stares at the ground- her breaths ragged.

"I keep kissing strangers- trying to convince myself that they're you but it just doesn't work. No one is you."

"I'm me." He breathes out- moving toward her slowly as the tension between them thickens.

"Don't do this, Draco. I don't think I can take it." She takes a step back away from him.

"Do what?"

"This," She says- gesturing between them, "Where you act like this and I have to pretend that I'm not in love with you."

"You're in love with me?"

She laughs coldly, "How slow can you possibly be?" Her eyes pry off the floor and move to catch Draco's in an intense gaze. "I'm head-over-heels in love with you. If I was a glass, I'd be full to the brim with love for you."

"You don't act like it- always finding ways to get away from me."


"Because you touch me and it feels like my skin is on fire, you look at me and I feel like I'm going to melt into the ground. If I don't find ways to get away from you then I'm afraid I'll combust."

"Then come on," He holds his hand out to her, "Let's combust together."

"I can-"

"Merlin," He runs a hand through his hair in frustration, "You just bared your heart and soul out to me and you are still trying to find a way out of this?"

"Dra-"

"Do you think that you're the only one struggling in this? Because you're so fucking wrong if you do." He steps toward her, "I have to watch you hop from person to person- knowing that you're probably fucking them the same way that you've fucked me- and just pretend like I don't want to bash all of their heads in. And I know that it's fake- that you don't actually like any of them- but I still have that fear tugging at me, the fear that one of these people will be enough for you. And it takes every ounce of strength in me to not scream at you to just choose me."

"I'm scared." She whispers as her eyes watch his face warily- worried that her knees will buckle if she stares too long.

"I am too and if this love ends in fire then I will gladly burn down with it." He finally lands in front of her and looks down into her eyes with passion coursing through his veins. "But I'm tired of pretending that we're not meant for each other."

"Okay." She nods and intertwines their fingers with a small smile, "Then let's combust together." She whispers before crashing their lips together.

[dangerouslcve]

Could I request a Tom Felton x reader where he gives her an epic flash mob/flash concert proposal with a lot of participants and her favorite song?

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Pairing: Tom Felton x reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Tom had a gig coming up and you and a couple of his friends went. Little did you know that gig would change your life forever.

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   It was a busy night at the troubadour, a very well known place for hosting many amazing bands. They had offered Tom to play for them the moment we had touched down in California and of course Tom being the wonderful and fun person he is could not turn down playing at the Troubadour. I mean who would? The beach boys and Elton John had all played here before this was a perfect opportunity for Tom and you couldn’t wait to cheer him on from your spot at the bar.

  Tom had been your best friend for 8 years, boyfriend for 3. You were practically inseparable, you both went everywhere together and did everything with the other person around to hype them up and cheer them up. You couldn’t see a world without Tom in it... He meant everything and more to you and he made sure you knew that he felt the same. Maybe two or three times during a span of an hour he would whisper in your ear how much he loves you and how beautiful you were to him. Inside and out. He was a hopeless romantic it had to be said, when he asked you to be his girlfriend he took you out to Venice beach holding you steady on his skateboard his hands on your hips keeping you steady before he whispered the question in your ear. He should be glad you both landed in the sand because the question made your knees weak and your heart spike and suddenly you were on the sand laying on your back and he was on top of you laughing.

  He was every persons dream guy, he was kind and respectful, he could sing and he had the cutest little dog, Willow. But before Willow their was Timber and you remember while his ex was away he would come to you for comfort, holding onto you tightly, his head buried in your neck as he cried silently saying just how much he missed his timbs and you would hold him comforting him only to watch him leave to be back with her. It hurt your heart every time because somewhere and somehow the lines became crossed and you fell so madly in love with Tom and that was never supposed to happen but you weren’t complaining now. You were the happiest you had been in a very long time and that was all because of the man sitting to your left tuning his guitar.

  He sat in a leather chair, his bottom lip between his teeth, and his hat holding back his hair so it doesn’t fall in front of his eyes. You watch as his fingers twisted the knobs on the guitar while he plays it making sure it sounds just right before he goes on stage. You were pretty sure he felt your gaze on him because he lifted his hand releasing his bottom lip smiling shyly. He had been acting so strange and almost kind of distant lately but his filming for his new movie had been tiring him out so you brushed it off. You did not want to allow your mind to wonder down the dark path of ‘what did I do wrong?’   “Penny for your thoughts?” he questions finally turning his body away as he places his guitar against the wall before turning back to face you with a soft smile. You both stared into each others eyes for a long moment, neither one of us having to say anything. The silence was saying everything for us until of course he ruined it by giggling.

 “We were having a moment and you had to go and ruin it didn’t you?” you roll your eyes shoving him in his shoulder grinning. Tom laughs leaning over pressing a kiss to your forehead and you felt your cheeks heat up. Even after three years of being together the forehead kisses always made you feel like a giddy school girl again and he had that down on lock. His lips then trailed down to your cheek where he pressed a gentle yet soft kiss before he moved to the other cheek whispering an I love you before pressing a kiss then he moved to the tip of your nose pausing watching as your eyes flutter close in anticipation before he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose telling you that you are beautiful before finally he places his warm hand on your cheek.

 “You are my forever.” he whispers and your heart spikes as he presses his soft lips to yours with a smile. You move closer to him wrapping your arms around his neck as you deepen the kiss. His hand moving away from your cheek to rest on your upper back pulling you closer. You both pull away breathing hard before you both burst out into laughter. “Been to long.”

 “I know Mr Tommy. Why haven’t you kissed me?” you question and he chuckles looking away, a mischievous glint in his eyes before he turns back and its gone.

 “I have kissed you and please stop calling me that my darling.” he whines his arms wrapping around your waist and you laugh pulling away from him making him whine more. “Come back, I wasn’t finished.”

 “You go on stage in 3 minutes, you can wait for another kiss. I had to wait for three days for a kiss other than a peck you will live.” you smirk and his mouth drops open as he watches you stand. You felt you flight or fight kick in when he sent you the all to familiar playful eyebrow raise and smirk. “I will see you after the show-” you squeal running to the door but he presses his hand against it shutting it making you giggle uncontrollably.

 “You are gonna pay for that little jab darling. You have no clue what you are in for.” he smirks and you cover your mouth with your hand trying to stop the giggling and he copies you. Before his hands fall to the side tickling you making you scream and he laughs. You grab the handle as he continues his attack on your sides nearly falling out the door as you open it.

 “Stay back!” you laugh bumping into a person behind you making you turn around immediately. “I am so- Dad?!” you say in complete shock staring at your dad who was grinning down at you. “What are you- MUM?” you yell seeing your mom behind him laughing. What on earth was going on?

 “We heard Tom was doing a gig? We wanted to visit.” your mum smiles wrapping her arms around you holding you close. You felt confused and nervous thinking you did something wrong. 

  “Ahh Felton a word?” your dad says and Tom opens his door wider allowing him to walk in with smile. What the-

“Mum why-why are you here? You guys live no where near LA.” you laugh nervously as she guides you out to the area past the stage to the bar. You felt your nerves getting the best of you was you fan yourself off with your hand feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “Oh my god.”

 “What?” Your mum questions you a little to quickly. Why was she nervous?

 “Nothing I just... Forgot how to breathe for a hot second. CAN I GET SOME WATER?” you scream and your mum laughs shaking her head. You had to yell in this damn place because the people were being incredibly loud and annoying and you felt your heart hammering against your rib cage at the thoughts you were having. The bar tender tosses you an Aquafina with a wink before turning away. You catch the drink before shaking your head looking up at the stage. Your dad joins you minutes later and you feel your anxiety go through the roof clearing your throat looking anywhere but your parents. In the corner of your eye you notice more people filing through the door...Not just any people... These people looked very familiar... “Holy fuck.”

  “What-” you dad begins to ask before a man invites your boyfriend to the stage and you feel yourself holding your breathe. Everyone cheers as he walks on stage smiling from ear to ear, smiling at everyone. You gently clap looking around at both exits noticing everyone was smiling. You were overthinking, of course they were smiling this was a concert.

“-This song is dedicated to someone very special in the crowd wherever she is. Hopefully she didn’t pull a Cinderella and leave me.” Tom says when he gets to the microphone and everybody laughs. Your mom looks over at you with a look smirk that you knew a little to well. Something was about to happen.. “Y/n where are you?” he questions and you laugh screaming at him making him giggle. “Found her, this one is for you my love.” he says as he begins to sing all you need is love. 

 “I said it’s easy!” he sings and the bands joins in making everyone cheer as they start dancing. Another person comes on stage taking over the song “Y/n come up here my darling!” he says as the other person sings and you laugh hopping off the stool running up the stage to him and he grabs your hand. “You may be wondering what’s happening, why I have been so distant lately.” oh my god. “But I have been dying to ask you this question since the moment on the beach.” he gets down on one knee and the music becomes quiet and suddenly it’s just you and him in an empty room. “Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” he questions and now it was your turn for your mouth to fall open. You watch him open the box revealing a beautiful diamond ring making tears prick your eyes.

 “Yes.” you answer your voice trembling and everyone screams with excitement as the band begins singing the rest of the song. Tom stands up gently sliding the ring onto your wedding finger before crashing his lips to yours. You giggle into the kiss wrapping your arms around him before he pulls away pressing the side of his face to your grinning pointing both yours and his family out in the crowd making you want to cry harder.

 “I love you fiance.” he whispers into your ear as you wave at your families.

“I love you too.”

“Let’s get out of here fiance.”

“Are you going to keep calling me fi-”

“Fiance I need another kiss.” he pouts and you laugh pressing your lips to his before pulling away. “Let’s go party fiance.”

“Thomas.”

“Sorry fiance.”

[lozzypoz321]

Word count: 2.6k

A/N by @morizoras-cave: this was even more fun than the last fic, loz is so so funny and so so talented and i just feel so comfortable writing with her :) also so many… bad things… happened while we wrote this. I mean it was chaotic.. I hope you enjoy its LONG

A/N by lozzypoz321: this was so much fun to write and I loved it!! Honestly you do not want to know what happened behind the scenes because that was a m e s s. Vic is such and amazing writer and deserves so much love! Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: bad language!

Sleepover (Collab)

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“Kid, open the door!” your head snapped to the door of your hotel room. You recognised Sebastian’s voice coming from outside. “Open up!”

“I’m coming” you yelled, padding over to the door and opening up. Sebastian and Anthony stood out there. They looked oddly child-like as they stood there with their sleeping bags and dressed in pjs. You snorted. “Well, hello to you too!”

“Don’t laugh, N/n, this is serious.” Anthony said as you walked out, you also dressed in your marvel pjs and with a sleeping bag in hand. Although, you thought, it was hard to take him seriously when he was dressed in Winnie The Pooh slippers.

“Whatever you say, man.”

The entirety of the marvel cast had planned a sleepover on set. It was very secret, apparently. You didn’t know the full story, but they had seemingly asked the directors if they could have an onset sleepover and they’d refused, so someone had to steal a key. It was a whole process, but nonetheless you found yourself on the way to set at around 10:30.

“Is anyone bringing snacks?” you asked. You, Seb and Anthony were walking down the street. You could see the set already. “Damn, I hope so” Anthony mumbled and you all continued walking.

When you got there Elizabeth was standing outside, holding the door open with what you assumed was the stolen key. She ushered you inside. “You’re late and for some reason I’m not surprised.”

Inside all the others were already waiting, the entirety of the cast. Notably, you could see that Robert, Scarlett and Mark had created a pillow fort, and were hiding out in the coziness with a bag of popcorn.

“Welcome, late-comers!” Robert greeted you dramatically, standing up in his Iron Man onesie. “You’ve missed the pizzas. You know, because you’re late!”

“It’s fine, we already ate. Which is why we’re late,” Sebastian pointed nodded to Anthony. You nodded along.

Everyone sat down on a large stretch of couches, blankets and pillows, where Elizabeth had placed a projector pointed to an empty wall of the set. You sat down with Tom (Hiddleston), Sebastian and Mark. It was a rather weird thing to see so many grown men and women (that you had previously had respect for) in their most colourful pjs, but you supposed it was on you to expect any differently from this cast of people.

Chris (Evans) had picked a movie and, unsurprisingly, he picked Iron Man 1. Robert protested for about two seconds, before he let everyone shower him in compliments because that movie was so damn good. “Okay okay, I guess we can watch it if we really have to”

Scarlett lightly laughed and pressed a button on the projector to start the movie after placing the disk inside that Chris (Evans) had brought from his collection at his house. “Where’s the snacks?” You heard Chris (Hemsworth) loudly whisper to Scarlett who sat next to him.

“Ooh do we have popcorn?” You quietly asked Sebastian who nodded and reached across Anthony who was laid next to him to retrieve the salted popcorn that Mark had gotten just for you as he was in charge of the snack committee. Chris (Evans) silently got up, after making sure nobody noticed him (except from you), and crawled across the room in his rapunzel pjs on his hands and knees to reach Robert who was now on the verge of unconsciousness with dribble falling from the side of his mouth. Trying to be discreet, he raised his hands scarily behind him, gaining everybody’s attention in the room except Robert, and suddenly pounced on him in a playful manner.

The man leapt up without warning with wide eyes the size of dinner plates and held his hands up as if he was doing karate in a mode of self defence. Everybody in the room burst out laughing at his reaction, Chris (Evans) reaching for his left pec as he leant back on his knees in a full on belly laugh. “You looked like you were a 6 year old girl” Scarlett laughed out and shook her head towards the man, who was now grumbling as he sat back down on his spot with an abundance of blankets by his side.

“All the snacks are gone” Anthony exclaimed to the cast, making Tom (Hiddleston) look up from the screen and ponder “well we could do something that doesn’t require food” he suggested, making everyone look at him to continue.

“I mean, we could play hide and seek?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed excitedly, one of your first inputs of the night “I’d love to play hide and seek! My dad used to do it with me all the time!”

Your happy demeanour made them all smile as you began explaining how he would hide next to you while your brother tried to find both of you. “Well it’s settled then, we’re playing hide and seek!” Chris (Hemsworth) announced in his Australian accent, before you could be told twice, you jumped up and grabbed Sebastian's hand before racing out of the room, not even giving anybody a second glance.

“Woah, where are we going?” Sebastian chuckled, following your rapid footsteps. “Don’t worry about this, Seb, I’ve the perfect hiding spot!” It was a little bit embarrassing to admit, but every time you entered a new place, you thought about the best hiding spots (in case of an unwarranted game of hide and seek).

You pulled Sebastian into the costume room and shuffled awkwardly into the back. There, you found your masterful hiding place. It was a vent, but not a small one. It was big. Sebastian looked at you in surprise. “Not bad, Y/n.”

You popped the cover right off, catching Sebastian off guard. “I unscrewed it back in February,” you explained and jumped inside. Sebastian seemed to want to question you further, but instead just shrugged to himself and followed you inside, closing the vent cover behind him.

“This really is the perfect place,” he mumbled, voice echoing slightly in the vents. It was pretty cold, but stable. “And hey, didn’t you say that your dad used to hide with you?” He asked while looking around the airy place. “Oh, um, yeah” you said sheepishly, just now remembering the moment in the other room.

“Um- I-I mean, not that you’re my- Like, my dad-” you stammered, blushing at the awkward moment, “Like- My dad is my dad- You’re just- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to make this awkward, I just-”

“Shut up!” Sebastian hissed suddenly. You looked at him, taken aback. He was staring out the vent covers, and then looked back at you with a grin. He pointed to it silently. Your brows furrowed, and you looked out. You saw Chris in the room, hand holding a flashlight while aiming it around the room, trying to find a sign of anybody. You held your breath.

“I know you’re in here! I can smell your fear!” he yelled trying to act scary. Meanwhile, he just looked kind of goofy in his Disney princess pjs. You saw Sebastian beside you, trying not to laugh. His face was contorted into a forced frown, but a smile still crept up the corners of his mouth. Seeing his face, you started feeling the urge to laugh too.

You both laughed silently, trying so hard to not give away your position to Chris. You were failing miserably.

“I will find you!” Chris said again, and this time Sebastian let out a laugh, immediately clamping a hand over his mouth. His eyes widened and so did yours. Chris stopped moving, snapping his head around furiously. “Who was that? Where are you?”

You saw the moment Sebastian decided to give up on hiding, as he just suddenly started laughing like a maniac. You did too, both of you clutching your stomachs. Chris scoffed and tore the vent cover off, revealing the two of you laughing uncontrollably.

“Come on, guys, it wasn’t that funny!” Chris sighed, but he was wrong, it was definitely that funny. You guys went back to the movie room. Robert, Tom, Scarlett and Anthony had all already been found.

“Welcome to the losers!” Tom grumbled. You both sat down with him and chatted while waiting for the others to turn up. The next was Mark, who had been hiding under a table, and then Elizabeth who wasn’t even trying, but was somehow second last anyway.

Then came the waiting game. Hemsworth, the biggest of you all, the goofiest, and seemingly the easiest to spot, was still at large. Chris was hopelessly searching, but came back every ten minutes with a more and more depressed look on his attractive face.

“I can’t find him!” he admitted finally. There was a collective sigh, and then everyone started searching together, simultaneously calling out “Chris! The aussie one!” Eventually you did find him, crammed behind a couch uncomfortably.

When you finally did, Anthony (as well as several others) seemed to have only grown hungrier, and the need for snacks was larger than ever. “I swear to god if we don’t find food right now I may just quit the job” Anthony swore and huffed as he crossed both his arms over his chest. “That seems a bit dramatic but okay” Scarlett laughed as the ten of you rounded a corner in the building to only come face to face with an abundance of vending machines that everyone used at break and you all had seemingly forgotten about. “Woah” Tom said, impressed at the arrangement.

“Food galore” Elizabeth expressed and was the first one to walk towards, closer to the arrangement, leaving the rest of you by the wall with your jaws dropped. “If I’m sick, don’t blame it on me” you quietly expressed, making Mark laugh from his spot next to you.

Trying not to seem too excited, Anthony ran forward, eyes following each and every item of edible food and drink. “I think you better hurry up” Tom commented from his spot the furthest from you, noticing the way Anthony and Chris were now eyeing your favourite type of chips.

“Umm yeah, that sounds like a good idea”

You, Robert and Sebastian immediately went over to the vending machine that was holding doritos, lays, and other classic chips. “Um, about earlier,” you mumbled to the Romanian man as Robert began to shake the machine with force, hoping something would fall down “I didn’t mean it like that” your cheeks flooded with embarrassment as the memory came flashing back to you.

But before you could start apologising even more, he stopped you and sent a reassuring smile your way “don’t worry about it Y/N, I know what you meant.” He gave your shoulder a small squeeze, before going back to watching Robert yelling at the Doritos to “fall out, you big pussy!”

Before Chris (Evans) and Tom could come over to your side of the room to be responsible adults and make a rational decision, Chris (Hemsworth) had already come bounding over to you and kicked the glass where the chips were held behind. He put full force behind the kick, so it shattered and fell loudly with a crash to the ground.

“Erm. Good idea?”

For no reason at all the situation was just funny to you, so while everyone in the room was stood still shocked (apart from Hemsworth who rocked back and forth on his feet sheepishly) you began to laugh(bitch). “What’s funny? You could literally cut your feet if you move!” Tom exclaimed with wide eyes, “you can’t get hurt we need to return you to your mom the same as we got you!”

Without warning Chris (Evans) ran over to you, making sure to carefully avoid the glass panes. “I’m not getting sued for this shit” he muttered as he picked you up and brought you over to a corner, which was a safe distance away from the wreckage.

“Alright, this has gotten out of hand,” Mark ran a hand through his hair, as he surveyed the broken glass on the floor in distress. Elizabeth nodded. You made eye contact with Scarlett and Anthony, who very clearly didn’t share the same concern that Mark and Elizabeth did. You all giggled quietly.

“But uh, let’s take advantage of the situation, eh?” Chris (Hemsworth) pulled a couple bags of doritos out of the broken vending machine, “Free doritos?” He shook the bags playfully. There was a moment where people seemed to question whether they prioritized their dignity of the free doritos, and it’s fair to say that a large number of them chose the doritos.

You all went back to the movie room, collapsing on your mattresses and blankets, with your snacks. But before any of you could begin to focus on the movie once again, a sudden gasp broke out from across the room. “He has the last bag of Doritos!”

“No I don’t” Hemsworth was quick to deny Elizabeth’s claim but everyone could see the full bag that he had attempted to stuff under his blanket. All of a sudden, Scarlett leapt out of her sleeping bag, trying to reach the chips before he did, but unfortunately all the gym workouts he had been going to (or yoga lessons you weren’t really sure) were paying off, as he held the woman at bay so he could grab the snack and hold it far out of her reach.

“Give it” she grunted and tried to reach past his grip and take the chips for herself, but before she had a chance, Chris (Evans) jumped up from his spot over by Tom and snatched the bag from him, holding a victorious grin on his face. Chris (Hemsworth) pouted angrily at his costar, not bothering to fight back as he knew it would be a losing battle (he was captain America for Christ’s sake). But you had a trick up your sleeve, you wanted those chips and you were going to get them whether it was the last thing you did.

Picking up the pillow beside you, you held it up as a shield as ran forward as fast as you could, taking in the confused expression Chris held in his face before you smashed into his stomach, knocking the air out of your lungs but unfortunately, not his.

He chuckled deeply as you smashed back into the wooden floors groaning as the pain surged through you. “I don’t think that worked as well as you thought it would” Mark commented from his comfortable spot on his mattress.

“No, it really didn’t”

The movie ended, and slowly but surely people started going to bed. There were yawns and stretches around you all bundled together on the floor. You too found yourself growing tired, stuffing yourself into your sleeping bag and getting comfortable.

“Goodnight!” you murmured and those who were awake mumbled it back drowsily. You distinctly heard Sebastian mutter back to you from his sleeping bag “shut up, I’m tired”. You chuckled for the last time that night, as soon sleep overcame you.

Then, at the the crack of dawn, a scream came from the nearest entrance: “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK-”

And that was the inspiring story of how body searches became a daily routine on set, so the Russos could make sure no one had gotten their grubby hands on an extra key.

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@rooskaya-yelena @deephideoutmilkshake @kidney9-9 @marvel-ous-hobbit @snarky--starky @rae-is-typing @stargazingfangirl18 @canadianhufflepuffavenger @herecomesthewriterwitch @every-marveler-ever

[selinas-ships]

Everybody Loves Somebody

I didn't mean for this to turn into a song fic, but it kinda did, and I'm not mad about it. 

Also hi, I know it's been a million years lmaooo

With a frustrated sigh, Selene tossed the file onto the table she and Loki claimed, currently littered with papers from various files. “I hate paperwork.” She grumbled, rubbing her eyes and trying to stop the words from swimming in her vision. Stupid, tedious paperwork.

“You’re so good at it though.” Came Loki’s humorous reply. She didn’t need to look at him to see the insufferable grin on his face. And yet she couldn’t help a grin of her own from growing.

He wasn’t wrong, technically. Experience with her father helped her in finding the important information quickly, and the quicker the important information is found, the quicker one can understand the point of the report or the file, and in their case, deduce if it was at all significant to their cause. So far though, there has been little.

“That doesn’t mean I like it.”

“Fair enough.”

The words and phrases of the tedious report she threw on the table finally stopped swimming in her eyes, but she couldn’t bring herself to open them. She was tired. There had been nothing but reports and files on the seemingly countless Loki Variants caught by the TVA for the past hour, and she was tired of it. Tired of reading how Loki made a choice that led him to being happier and fulfilled with his life and how it had to be destroyed for the sake of the “sacred timeline.” There were too many unknowns to make a properly informed opinion about the importance of the TVA and the sacred timeline, but from what she had so far, what was the phrase? She wasn’t a fan.

Soft music suddenly filled the quiet halls of endless bookshelves of files. A string quartet, perhaps? The scale they played seemed a little intense, she thought as she searched for where the music came from, finding nothing of note. And joining the instrumental music, people, a man and a backup chorus, sang.

(Everybody loves somebody sometimes)

(Everybody falls in love somehow) 

She closed her eyes again with a smile as a piano and percussion added to the instrumental background. Distracted by the music, she barely registered the sound of chair legs softly scraping against the floor directly beside her until someone took her hand and placed a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

With a quick glance to her left, she found Loki had stood up, holding her hand, his brilliant green eyes meeting hers as he lifted his lips from her hand. It was an action he’d done before, an expectation when greeting royalty, and Loki always had been as gentlemanly as he could when he visited. But it never failed to make something she couldn’t quite name yet flutter in her stomach.

(Something in your kiss just told me) 

“Dance with me?” He asked, giving her a soft smile, one he liked to save just for her.

(My sometime is now) 

She smiled back, hardly hesitating in her reply. They could make good with a break anyway. “Why not?”

Standing from her chair, she held onto Loki’s arm as he led them to a slightly more open space close to their table. Their next few movements were like clockwork. Her right hand clasped his left as her left rested on his shoulder and his right held her waist in a gentle but firm grip. Loki led them through a slow waltz, Selene following him seamlessly.

One thing she noticed in her now twenty-one years of formal balls and kingdom-wide celebrations with the waltz was, ultimately, it was about trust. The lead had to trust that the follower would follow where they directed, and the follower had to trust the lead to know what step to take next and carry through. A waltz without trust wasn’t a waltz at all, in her opinion. A waltz without trust was less of a dance and more of two fools tripping over each other because they didn’t trust or communicate enough to make it work. 

Truthfully, it was a simple way to read a person. Someone who habitually took the lead was likely to be a person used to being in control, whether of a people or of themselves, while someone who typically followed in a waltz might appear to be less of a leader and instead let others take that role, either due to not being confident in themselves enough or because that was the role they played in their society. A dancer experienced in both leading and following is easily inferred to be a flexible individual, neither strictly a leader or a follower, instead being what was needed. An unsure dancer let insecurity get the better of them, while a confident dancer, insecurity still very much a possibility, was far less likely to let their insecurities get in the way.

Loki was both a confident dancer and one who preferred to lead, which would logically mean that he was a person used to being in control of himself and didn’t like letting his insecurities (because Asgardian and a literal god or not, everyone had an insecurity) impede the path to his goal. 

But that was something she figured out years ago. This wasn’t a royal ballroom full of formal attire and people of political interest. This was two friends, taking a break, and enjoying something they both found joy in. So she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind, while trying not to dwell on the memories of balls in a ballroom that now likely rests in dust and dried blood, and instead let herself get lost in Loki’s eyes, in his touch and in his arms, feeling safer here with him than she has during this entire ordeal.

(Everybody finds somebody someplace)

(There’s no telling where love may appear)

His soft smile grew into a wide grin as he dropped his head, his eyes sparkling with mirth and shoulders shaking with barely concealed laughter.

“What?” she asked through a small laugh of her own, dipping her head to meet his eyes again.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” He insisted, shaking his head. “Just remembering the last time we danced like this.”

(Something in my heart keeps saying)

Selene quickly wracked her brain for the memory before it hit her. Ah, of course.

“Oh, you mean the time you dragged me into the gardens to hide after a prank went wrong? One that I told you would go wrong, but you did it anyway?” She asked in a playful, accusatory tone, struggling to stifle her laughter at Loki’s utterly offended expression. She distinctly remembered saying ‘No, Loki, that is a terrible idea, and I will not bail you out of the mess you will cause,’ and Loki proceeding to go, ‘Trust me, it’ll be fine!’

It ended up, in fact, not being fine. It ended up being almost exactly as she predicted, if memory serves.

“Excuse you! You aided in that!” The smile that grew from his expression betrayed his amusement as she raised a single eyebrow, smirking at him.

(My someplace is here) 

“How?” she asked dubiously. 

“By giving me the idea!” 

“And then I told you specifically not to do it!” 

(If I had it in my power) 

“Oh, here we go again.” Loki sighed as he let go of her waist, Selene subconsciously understanding the cue for him to twirl her, giving him her own offended expression, a gleeful smile poking through.

“Wha-?? You bastard!” She laughed as Loki pulled her back into his arms. It had only been for a moment, but she had already missed his arm around her waist. It was comforting, grounding.

(I’d arrange for every girl to have your charm) 

“I’m your bastard.” He quipped, giving her a self-satisfied smirk. He knew he was right. Unbelievable, utter bastard. Her bastard.

“I suppose that’s true.” She dramatically sighed, laughing as Loki stuck his tongue out at her.

(Then every minute, every hour)

(Every boy would find what I found in your arms)

They fell into a comfortable silence after that, Loki leading her through another twirl as she just looked at him. Well, admired is probably a better word. She was doing more than just looking. She noticed the smile on his lips matched the smile in his eyes, the usual tension in his shoulders gone, the way his eyes crinkled in his joy. It made her happy, seeing him and being able to know he was too.

(Everybody loves somebody sometime)

(And although my dream was overdue) 

“What?” He asked her, noticing her widening smile. 

(Your love made it well worth waiting) 

“Nothing. It’s just good to see you smile again.”

(For someone like you) 

Staring into his eyes, she could see her words surprised him, but he was quick to come back with a smile that could almost be labeled as shy. “Well. I’ve had good reason to.”

((If I had it in my power))

(I would arrange for every girl to have your charms) 

Surprised by his words in turn, Selene ducked her head to get her giddy smile under control a little more before returning to his eyes.

They had almost gone half-lidded, and there was something in his gaze that made her want to smile and giggle uncontrollably, like Rosalind when she talked about her beloved, and kiss him at the same time.

((Then every minute, every hour))

(Every boy would find what I have in your arms) 

It really shouldn’t surprise her, the sudden urge to kiss him. This wasn’t the first time she’s had that thought.

(Everybody loves somebody sometime)

(And although my dream was overdue) 

This might be the closest she’s come to thinking she may act on it, though.

(Your love made it well worth waiting)

(For someone like you)

Loki led her into a graceful dip, her body and mind trusting him completely not to let her fall. He never did. But she thinks she’s fallen in more ways than one.

((Everybody loves somebody sometime)) 

As the song came to a close with one last beautiful violin, and Loki pulled her out of the finishing dip of their waltz, Selene couldn’t take her eyes off him. His hair, his eyes, his face, everything about him in this moment, she tried to commit to memory. The way he looked at her, the smile he gave her, the way a curl of hair fell over his ear.

Her eyes trailed down to his lips of their own accord, her hand on his shoulder sliding up to cup his neck. She forced her eyes back to his to find Loki’s gaze at her lips. Sliding the hand still clasped in his free, it moved to his hair, running through his gentle curls and waves.

They had moved closer in their waltz than they did when they started. Where before there had been a respectable distance between them, now their faces were mere inches apart.

Loki’s free hand moved to the back of her head, sliding down to cradle her neck as he nudged her closer, Selene offering no resistance. The tips of their noses brushed together now, eyes meeting and then moving to lips and then meeting again.

Her heart thumped louder in her chest. He was so close, it would be so easy to close the gap and finally know what his kisses are like-

They both jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throat, finding Agent Mobius staring at them with a very unamused expression that would have been a little funny had she’d not been both embarrassed at being caught like this (not that they were doing anything strictly wrong) and frustrated he had interrupted. Who knew when she would get the courage to try that again?

“Oh, I’m sorry, was I interrupting something?”

Normally, Selene would be a bit more diplomatic in her response, saying no and to apologize for making him wait, but Mobius, and to be honest the entire TVA, had a habit of frustrating her, so the snarky response “A bit, yes.” slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it. 

Understandably so, Mobius let out an exasperated breath. “Look, princess, you’re here to keep him in check, not to... act on whatever unspoken thing you two have going on.”

“Hey now-”

Oh dear.

Selene quickly put a hand on Loki’s shoulder, taking his attention away from Mobius. “Loki. It’s fine.”

The pout he gave her was unfairly cute. “But it’s not. He shouldn’t speak to you like that.”

“I appreciate it, but I can take care of myself, Trickster. You know that.” 

Loki sighed, ducking his head and pressing it against hers, his arms coming up to hold on to her elbows. “I know. I just want to keep you safe.”

Selene let out a sigh of her own. How was he real? What had she possibly done in order to deserve him?

“I know. I’m alright.” She promised, closing her eyes to focus on his touch and proximity.

And Mobius once again interrupted them. “Hey. C’mon, we have a job to do.”

He walked away, gesturing for them both to follow.

Selene looked to Loki again, taking a chance and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

He smiled again, nodding. “Okay.”

Slowly, not wanting to but not having much of a choice, they let go of each other and stepped apart, hurrying to follow Mobius.

If Loki’s hand sought hers and held on tight, she did not object. Instead, she held on just as tight.

[sayakas-dr-imagines]

Would u be alright with writing Nagito, Hiyoko and Chiaki who have an S/O who is the Mastermind of the killing game? Sorry if I’m bad at wording things!!

:)

- Mod Sayaka

Nagito Komaeda, Hiyoko Saionji and Chiaki Nanami With An S/O Who Is The Mastermind Of The Killing Game!

Nagito Komaeda

- You were always his hope - his reason to stay alive another day. You were kind and compassionate, and you always raised his self-esteem. Even if it wasn’t by much. You were exactly what he needed to keep going. You were exactly what he needed to feel complete.

- You were so kind to everyone, even when he was ranting about hope you would kindly ask him to stop. You never said a bad word about anybody. Everyone saw you as their hope, too, he could tell - he recognised the way they all looked at you. 

- They looked at you with admiration, desire and genuine interest no matter what you were saying. Everybody felt a certain need to protect you from danger. And so did he, most of all. He never let anything hurt you - and he was constantly worried that his luck would act up whenever you were around. 

- So why were they looking at you with disgust, fear and hatred now? And why were they accusing you of being the mastermind? They’re wrong. They have to be. You would never-

- He was cut off by maniac laughter coming from you. It didn’t sound like you at all - it was brash, loud and harsh on his ears. You were always gentle, kind and understanding. Why? This can’t be real, it can’t be.

- Everything seemed to slowly piece itself together as people went on, exposing you for your crimes and your true intentions. You had intended to get everybody to rely on you, to want to protect you, to love you - because the despair on their faces when you were revealed to be the mastermind would be amazing to you. You wanted nothing more than for them to feel despair.

- “So that’s it?” Nagito finally spoke up, looking at you with an emotionless expression. Nothing on his face could be called emotion - it was more just disappointment. “Anything else you want to get off your chest?”

- It was strange. He didn’t feel like he was saying these things to you. Because that’s just not something he would do to you - it’s not something he would say to you. His body was working on its own. He wasn’t in control anymore.

- “Nagito, there was never an ‘us’.” He wanted to cry. He wanted to break down as ask you why, beg you to tell him why. But he didn’t. He stood still, too still for it to be natural. 

- “So you never loved me?”

- “Oh, no, dear. I did love you.” You smiled. Your smile was wicked and spread from ear to ear, unlike your usually gentle smile that warmed his heart whenever he saw it. “But the despair that comes from loving you and having to do this anyway... it’s... it’s amazing!” You giggled. 

- He didn’t understand. He couldn’t bring himself to hate you yet. Sure it hasn’t been too long since it was revealed, but you were the complete opposite of what you were. So why can’t he hate you?

- “I loved you! I really did, I really do! But don’t you feel it, Nagito? The despair? It’s the only reason I did this! It isn’t-”

- “Shut up. I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses.”

- “Excuses?”

- He couldn’t focus on anything now. His mind was running too quickly for him to focus on one thought at a time. 

- As things went on and he was one again, left out, he looked down. He heard the room go quiet as you began laughing again. That stupid laugh. He hated it so much. But he still couldn’t hate you.

- “I should’ve known.” Is all Nagito said. He was quiet for god knows how long, quietly connecting the pieces in his mind.

- Now he knows why he couldn’t hate you.

- Because the you that he always knew? The you that is kind, gentle, affectionate and supportive is a completely different person that the bold, brash and despair-obsessed you that came to light just recently.

- He loves you.

- But this?

- This isn’t you.

Hiyoko Saionji

- You were always so kind to her. You were one of the very few people in her life that she was able to trust without question. She loved you so much - and she was sure that you loved her.

- Everybody else clearly felt the same, looking up to you like you were some sort of role model. You were. You were the very definition of a role model. You had taught her so much, and you even convinced her to be a little nicer to Mikan. It didn’t help much, but Mikan appreciated it, and Hiyoko did too. Though she’d never admit it.

- Hiyoko was always a very difficult girl to understand. Her thought process was unclear to most, and she always covered up her true feelings with a mask. She developed her mean personality to hide herself behind it. But you broke down that wall, and although it was still there, she never fully put the wall back up completely.

- But she felt it going back up as soon as you were accused of being the mastermind. She was quick to defend you, no matter how irrational she found herself being. “What? Shut up! You’re stupid if you actually believe that! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!”

- She kept arguing, mostly throwing insults at whoever dared to accuse you, until she was cut off by you, yourself. “How cute, Hiyoko. Yell all you want - they aren’t wrong.”

- For once, she was stunned into silence. She felt her eyes water up and tears start spilling down her cheeks. She felt the other’s pitiful stares on her, but she managed to ignore them. “What? N-no, S/O, d-don’t- don’t do this to me! S/O! You’re not! This is some kind of sick joke?”

- She was screaming at you, telling you that it had to be a joke. There’s no way. Absolutely no way that the one person who was able to make her be nice to that nasty pigshit Mikan was the mastermind - this couldn’t be real. And if it was, then she refused to believe any of it.

- “I lied to you, Hiyoko! Did you really think I cared about you? You’re a stupid, annoying little girl. Good luck finding somebody who really loves you!” You were laughing the entire time while saying that statement, and it seemed that not only Hiyoko was silent after that, but everyone else was too.

- “Yes! Yes, the despair on your faces! Ahahaha... It’s amazing! Amazing! Amazing!” You seemed much too joyful to even be human to her, and as tears rolled down her face uncontrollably, she just silently looked down at the ground, with no more words left to say to you.

- Everybody in the room was staring at you with disgust. If she could, she would do the same. But she wouldn’t be able to form much of an expression with how much tears are flowing down her cheeks at that moment.

- She hated you.

- She hated this.

- She hated herself.

- “Is this really it, S/O? I thought I could trust you! Please, please don’t do this to me! I beg you, S/O! I... I love you... please...” It was pathetic, even to her. A crying little girl afraid of letting her S/O go because of everything they’d been through together - it seemed like a cliche movie plot.

- But this wasn’t a movie, or a game. She was really faced with the biggest betrayal of her entire life. And it broke her inside.

- “Why...” Is all she could say in her hysterical state, looking up at you. Others in the room were staring at her with pity in their eyes, and she hated it. She didn’t want pity, she wanted you. She wanted you back!

- She wanted to feel your warm hugs again. She wanted you to gently stroke her hair and tell her that everything is going to be fine.

- Because the last time you did that...

- Was when you promised that you’d both get off the island together.

Chiaki Nanami

- Chiaki had always known that something was wrong with you. It wasn’t in something you said, or your personality. But your entire demeanour felt... wrong in a way.

- She trusted you, though. And she loved you more than anything. You were an inspiration. Everyone loved you, but she was the only one you let into your personal bubble. She would be able to go to you whenever she was hurt or upset. And you could go to her when you needed comfort, too.

- She cared so much for you - and she thought you cared for her just as much. You always assured everyone that you’d find a way to get off the island. You said there was no doubt about it - we’d all get off the island together.

- And as she stared at you, having now been revealed as the mastermind behind this sick game. She was still so stoic, putting the pieces together in her mind. “So you pretended to care, so that when you were exposed, we’d all feel despair?”

- “Yes! Brilliant, isn’t it, sweetheart?” She flinched at the nickname. You no longer had the privilege of calling her that, and she knew that you knew that. You knew that you had no right to call her that anymore. You just wanted to her to feel as much despair as possible.

- And as much as she hated it, it was admittedly working.

- “My name is Chiaki,” she corrected you. That sick grin never left your face for a minute. It hurt her so much to have to confront you like this. She can’t hate you. But you’ve done so many terrible things.

- Chiaki continued, exposing all of your crimes for everyone to hear. People seemed shocked that she wasn’t breaking down at the fact that her S/O is the mastermind, but what they didn’t know, is that she was.

- On the inside, she felt broken. Incomplete. You were what made her feel complete, you helped her through so much, and now all of that was stripped away from her before her eyes. But she had to stay strong. For the sake of everyone else.

- It took all of her an unbelievable amount of willpower to not break down crying while breaking down what her plans were for her and the others. It was just so terrible.

- Just a while ago, you were promising everyone that you would do your best to find a way off the island. You were supporting everyone, keeping their hopes up high, just for the sake of crushing them at the end.

- And she hated that she couldn’t bring herself to hate you.

- “It’s all for a good cause,” you said, causing most people in the room to shift their eyes to glare at you. Everyone was filled with such hatred immediately - that was what she didn’t understand.

- Everyone else already brought themselves to hate you so much, so why couldn’t she? Why couldn’t she hate you, like everyone else did?

- She knew it was irrational to want to hate someone just because everyone else does. But this time, it’s different that when most people do that. Now it was because the most important person in her life betrayed her and thought they could get away with it.

- She was silent after exposing everything you’d done, letting other people have time to speak to you, or ask pointless questions.

- She knew very well that asking “why” was pointless.

- So was asking if they really cared.

- And so all of her questions were kept to herself, and she tried to answer them herself.

- That was pointless too. Because all the answers she gave herself were answers she really didn’t want.

- It really wasn’t fair.

[wickedmilo]

THE SHARPEST LIVES | MILO & METZLI

PLACE: Jericho Hill Cemetery TIMING: 3:49 AM SUMMARY: Milo and Metzli are reminded of the fact that you can never let your guard down in White Crest WRITING PARTNER: @deathisanartmetzli​ CONTENT WARNINGS: Alcohol tw, head trauma tw, brief eating disorder mention

Metzli didn’t know how it happened, but they were completely and unequivocally drunk. Milo had met up with them for drinks, one turned into two, and two turned into six, and then six turned into, well, they honestly didn’t know. It was all a blur, and now the cold air was hitting their face as the two vampires giggled and stumbled about the streets. The idiots had a drink in each hand and couldn’t stop laughing at nothing.  

“Milo! Milo!” Metzli slurred, pointing and using his shoulder as a crutch for their staggering legs. “What if we went into that cemetery?!” They wheezed and fell over onto the ground, laughing uncontrollably. “Can you imagine?” They joked and managed to keep their drinks from spilling. Gulping one down, they threw the cup to the side, not caring if they littered.  

Milo was struggling to walk in a straight line, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t more than familiar with the sensation of tripping over his feet. He couldn’t remember leaving the club, he could barely even remember meeting Metzli for drinks, but the unnaturally cold air of White Crest was undeniably refreshing. The strange winter was lasting far longer than he anticipated, and he knew he should find it unnerving at the very least. But his worry was spent, and he would much rather focus on the way the chill felt against his skin, the way his lips burned, and his fingertips ached with the exposure. It was a reminder of the fact that he was alive. He was still here despite everything, and there was joy to be found in that. As if to prove his point, his company spoke, choking on their words as they laughed at their own suggestion. It took him a few seconds to truly register the irony, why two vampires getting drunk in a graveyard was even remotely amusing, but the moment he laid eyes on the signpost it hit him, and he failed to hold back his own laughter. 

Jericho Hill. He had never been the type to care about disrespecting the dead, but now more than ever he felt as though he had a right to claim the space as his own. He was dead too, wasn’t he? Everybody buried in the ground had died in some way. Well, so had he. The only difference being he had to face the trauma of his death on a near daily basis. His step faltering as Metzli continued to grip at his shoulder, he finished what was left of his own drink before throwing his cup down to meet theirs. “Wait-” He grinned at them as they almost dragged him to the floor. “Wait, Metzli-” He caught his breath, reaching out to clumsily pull them back to their feet. “We have to do it, right?” He asked, eyes shining with inebriated excitement. “I mean, duh- we have to do it.” 

“Yes, we have to do it! And we have to play this!” Metzli pulled out their phone to peruse through their songs until they found the perfect song. Since they were drunk as all get out, what should’ve taken mere seconds took two whole minutes of scrolling up and down. “I found it!” Dead! by My Chemical Romance began to play loudly from the speakers of their phone and they gulped on their last beverage, spilling most of it on themselves. Sober Metzli would care about the stains and overall smell of alcohol on their clothes, but Drunk Metzli could care less. They deserved to let loose. They deserved to forget everything and not have to deal with pesky people, or pesky emotions. 

With this freedom from problems, they blundered forward, towards the funniest place they could find at this time of night. There was nothing inherently funny about this idea, only the two vampires understood. “…and if you get to heaven…!” Metzli belted out the lyrics to the song as they pulled Milo with them. Ghosts could be seen all about the cemetery, some groaning in annoyance, others ignoring them completely. “Fuck you!” They yelled, laughing and moving on quickly to balance on a tombstone. “Shit, look at me. I’m not even drunk at all!” Which was wrong, and they promptly fell backwards onto their back.  

Milo waited patiently for Metzli to find the song they were looking for, his expression moving from one of polite interest to instantaneous recognition. My Chemical Romance had more than a few songs he enjoyed, but he hadn’t listened to ‘Dead’ in what felt like forever. The sound was tinny, and nowhere near as loud as he would have liked, but it didn’t make it any less enjoyable. Laughing as his friend spilled their final drink on their shirt, he couldn’t bring himself to tell them. Maybe they already knew. Instead he fished in the pocket of his hoodie for a can he had been saving, cracking it open, the scent of beer washing over him. It didn’t take them very long to reach the graveyard, following the sign posts, veering further and further from the lights of the town, and taking a long drink, he watched as Metzli hurried ahead of him, reaching the gates before he could ever hope to without falling. “Wait for me!” He called, walking a little faster despite knowing it would increase his chances of finding himself on the floor. “What?” He shot his friend a confused look as he approached the clearing, only realising they weren’t telling him to fuck off when he saw the handful of ghosts wandering the perimeter. Huh, maybe respecting the dead was going to take on a whole new, and far too literal meaning.  

Catching himself as the gate swung shut behind him with more force than he was expecting, he made eye contact with a few of the cemetery’s residents before turning his attention back to Metzli. “Definitely not true.” He countered, searching the graves for a perch of his own. Settling on a large tomb towards the centre he hurried to scramble on top of it, raising his can the moment he was standing steady. “Hey, we died too, okay?” He shouted, his voice reverberating through the trees. “And it was really fucking shit, so cut us some slack. We deserve to have some fun!” A few ghosts seemed to appreciate him addressing them, melting easily into the shadows to give him some space. Others continued to glare, or stare at him with a disapproving look he usually only saw worn by his parents. He opened his mouth to say something else, but was distracted by the sound of Metzli slipping from where they were balanced. A grin still on his face, he could hear them moving, blocked from view by their chosen grave. “You okay?” He teased. “You should be more careful, y’know. What if you got hurt?”  

The gate shut with a loud and metallic clonk! when Milo finally made his way into the cemetery. Metzli was impatient, and motivated by the chaotic music emanating from their back pocket. “You’re too slow! Use those vampire legs!” They beckoned, voice full of teasing and friendliness. Milo ended up being a lot of fun to be around, so much so that they knew this wouldn’t be the last time they hung out. While they could have deep conversations, Milo knew when enough was enough. He knew how to have real fun, real fun that distracts and pushes away the tidal wave of troubles that only seemed to keep accumulating. 

Teasing right back, Metzli flipped the bird at Milo and said, “It’ll take a lot more than a little fall to take me out. You wanna try and see what’ll work?” They teased, throwing a clump of grass at Milo’s face. A tinge of hope that he might even try filled their chest, but it quickly faltered, knowing damn well he wouldn’t. Channeling their energy into something else, they regarded the frustrated spirits, “Listen. We’re here one night. You’ll get it back! Just let us have fun. We’re just as miserable as you; we need the break!” Most of the words were a little hard to understand due to the slurring, but they didn’t care. “And you, get down, mister! You’re gonna hurt yourself, young man!” They crawled towards the stone and just toppled over laughing. 

“I’d still be clumsy,” Milo pointed out. “Just faster, which definitely means falling over. This is like some ultimate vampire reflexes versus alcohol bullshit.” Grinning easily to himself as he struggled to balance on top of the tomb despite both feet being planted firmly on the solid granite, he couldn’t help but figure the alcohol was winning out. “No, I don’t want to try-” He added, absentmindedly glancing back over to where Metzli was sprawled. He could see them busy with something, and it didn’t take him long to find out what. He sidestepped, only just managing to dodge the grass and mud that came flying towards him. Holding up his middle finger in response, he took a long drink from his can. The sooner he was done holding it, the sooner he could spark up a cigarette, and his body was calling out for nicotine. When he was finally finished, he searched the darkness again for his friend. He had a suspicion they were serious about him trying to kill them, and it was an unnerving reminder of the fact that they had given up their soul. Even though he had no desire to let that part of himself go, he couldn’t help being curious about how it felt. How much of a person did it change?  

His eyes shining as he was pulled out of his thoughts by Metzli’s voice, he listened to them address the lingering ghosts. Some of them still glared disapprovingly, but no doubt it was becoming clear they wouldn’t be able to drive away two vampires with stares alone. “Isn’t misery supposed to love company?” He asked, laughing at his own joke. Maybe it was unfair to laugh about the dead being unhappy with their situation. But he was unhappy with his own situation, and he was here to have a good time. If anything, the ghosts could learn a thing or two about having fun. Nobody was forcing them to avoid the party. “No, ‘m fine!” He said, petulantly kicking a small stone towards Metzli. “You’re not the boss of me, and I like it up here.” Glancing down at the stone beneath him, he regretted not trying to read the inscription on the side of it. “I wonder who this guy is. I mean- whoever it is makes for a kick ass viewing platform.” Laughing as he shuffled to the edge, looking down to where Metzli was crawling closer and closer, he waited until the most opportune moment to tip his can and spill beer directly over them. “Shit, I’m sorry- I didn’t see you.” His tone, and expression made it incredibly clear just how untrue that statement was. 

The world continued to spin and blur, like a nonstop roller coaster. Only, Metzli wouldn’t regurgitate any of the contents in their stomach, they’d simply keep up their antics with optimal visual and physical contingencies. “Yeah! Let miserable assholes keep you company!” Sobriety was nowhere in sight as their slurred words traveled through the cemetery. Laying on the ground was nice. It provided safety from faking and a cool was to their back. That safety was interrupted though, when Milo spilled beer all over them. “Hey! Asshole!” But they didn’t bother getting up. Just laying there, they flipped Milo off and rolled their eyes.  

“You’re annoying. I never should’ve saved your ass. Wouldn’t have to deal with this shit!” The music in the background went from Dead! to This is How I Disappear. While Metzli could always enjoy classical music, there was always a place for punk rock in their heart. Their cold, dead heart. The heart that could never give love or care. Nor could it receive it. At least not by being worthy of it.  

A shuddered breath could not be suppressed, and was made obvious by the visible air. Metzli frowned petulantly at their display of internal frustration. Now wasn’t the time for soul nonsense. Now was the time for, “Holy shit, more alcohol!” They said, pulled a flask from their shirt pocket. “Totally forgot I brought backup! Hey do you wa…” Words trailed off into oblivion as they spotted a dark figure hiding in the shadows.  

Listening to how Metzli slurred their words, Milo knew he wasn’t far behind them in terms of inebriation. Lucky for him his week long binge with Alex had managed to raise his tolerance, either that or his friend had been sneaking shots when he wasn’t looking. Either was possible, if he was being entirely honest. Still looking down at them he laughed when they raised their middle finger in response to the beer, it seemed the gesture was their most reliable way of communicating with each other. “You didn’t save me.” He countered. “You threw yourself at a slayer, I would have been fine if you didn’t decide to drag me into your mess.” Hearing the track in the background change, he wasn’t surprised to realise Metzli had an entire album saved to their phone. They looked like the My Chemical Romance type. He opened his mouth to say so but was interrupted by an uneven sigh. He knew without his new senses he wouldn’t have heard it, he knew he should probably pretend he hadn’t heard it. But the sound that managed to escape his friend was so genuinely forlorn, ignoring it didn’t feel like an option. “Hey-” He started, his voice soft, and comforting. But he couldn’t finish his sentence. As quickly as Metzli’s frown had appeared, it was gone, replaced by a mischievous grin, and a flask drawn from inside their shirt pocket.  

He reached out, ready to swipe it from their hands, but their gaze caught on something behind him. Assuming it was one of the ghosts, he turned to look too, but was only able to make out a vague shadow. Something ominous, lurking just beyond the line of the trees. The ghosts were gone, silent enough for him to hear a very human heartbeat if he focused. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he understood what was happening a moment too late. There was a sharp sound of something being released, followed by a rush of air. He didn’t have time to react, and the projectile shot past him, clipping his arm as he threw himself to the ground. He landed next to Metzli, eyes wide, glasses crooked where they had nearly fallen from the end of his nose. The pain in his arm wasn’t severe, but he was drunk, and he knew his pain tolerance was high because of that. Wincing, he forced himself to drop his can so that he could reach up and press a hand against the injury. The smell of beer began to fill the air as it bubbled, spilling out onto the grass beside him. Exhaling a breath, the cut wasn’t deep, and it definitely wasn’t lethal, but when he pulled his hand away his palm was black, and slick with blood. Scrambling to push his back up against the tombstone, his mind struggled to form a coherent plan. Even if Metzli wanted to take on whoever was hiding in the woods, they were in no fit state to try. “Shit-” He hissed. “Shit- what do we do?” 

Metzli jumped at the dull thud Milo’s body made when he made impact onto the dirt floor next to them. “What the—” Thick, black blood pooled through his fingers as he applied pressure to his newfound wound. Mouth agape, ready to say something more, a wheezing laugh spilled forward and they crawled to the tombstone for cover. When they poked their head out above it, an arrow whizzed past their head, barely missing them. “Ha-ha! You missed!” A drunk and taunting finger pointed at the hidden hunter, and another arrow shot out, directly to their face. 

Everything went black as Metzli closed their eyes and shot their hand up. By some miracle, a thing they didn’t even believe in, they had caught the arrow. More laughter ensued as they swiftly got back to the ground to show Milo. “Hey! Hey! Milo, look at this! I fucking caught it!” Pure, unfiltered shock littered their face as a smile curled onto their lips. They felt like a god, like they could do anything. And no slayer could possibly beat them, even in their inebriated state.

Milo stared at Metzli in disbelief as they began to laugh. But within seconds he was overcome by the urge himself. There were so many things to laugh at. He was a vampire, hanging out in a cemetery with another vampire. His life was beyond a joke at this point. Things had become so weird that for a second he had forgotten just how weird they really were. It was crazy to think he used to be human. For twenty two years this world had been make believe, something in tv shows, and bad YA novels. Now he was living it, apparently to a My Chemical Romance soundtrack. It crept up on him, building in his chest, then his throat, before finally escaping his mouth. A peal of laughter, genuine, and unfiltered, echoed across the empty grounds. Too distracted by his own situation to register his friend standing up, it was only as Metzli joined him again that he realised what he had missed. “You- what?” He only laughed harder at the revelation, feeling a little delirious. “You fucking liar, there’s no way-” Reaching to take the arrow out of their hands, he bent the wood, testing its strength because he could. It was pretty regular, as far as he could tell. There didn’t seem to be anything special about it. Tapping Metzli on the head with the point, he carelessly threw it to the ground. “Why us?” He asked, tears running down his cheeks as he attempted to reign himself in. “Do you think we’re cursed?”  

“Sir, I am a lot of things, but I am not a liar!” Metzli said through laughter and wheezing coughs. The situation at hand was crazy, too crazy for anyone to believe if they got the chance to tell anyone about it. “Why us? Because we’re having fun and hunters hate that we have fun!” Getting up, they took the arrow with them and began to trek onward to the hunter. Before they could make it even three steps though, an arrow shot right into their shoulder. An exclamation of pain reverberated from their chest as they fell back, rolling to their feet to stand up again.  

Anger pulsed through their drunken mind. Alcohol reinforced that anger, manifesting it into a loud growl from Metzli. “Is that all you got?! Fucking coward! Shooting from all the way over there!” They were being reckless, too motivated by their state of inebriation. An arrow still protruded from their shoulder, going all the way through.It took mere moments, but the situation went from humorous, to extremely dangerous without Metzli even noticing. Having a care about their well-being would’ve helped, but there was none to be found. It was as lost as their soul.  

“Oof!” Taunting the hunter worked. Metzli was tackled, extremely hard onto the ground, pushing the arrow back into them. Pain would’ve been made more prominent had it not been for the shelf’s worth of alcohol in their system. 

Raising his eyebrows, something about the statement struck Milo as odd. When he finally realised what it was he felt a little ridiculous. Not too ridiculous to be honest though. “Y’know… I don’t think anyone has ever called me ‘sir’ before.” He admitted, giggling at the unusual admission. Honestly, he had never earned the courtesy. Anybody who didn’t know his name and wanted to get his attention usually resorted to insults before titles. There was no need to be polite when you were throwing somebody out of a bar, or berating them for unashamedly doing drugs in the bathroom. “I like it.” Scrubbing his hand against the grass, attempting to wipe away some of his blood, he wrinkled his nose as dirt and beer got dirt caught under his fingernails. Why was nothing ever as easy as it looked in the movies? “I think a lot of people hate fun,” he pointed out, thinking of how his parents liked to try and control his substance abuse, of the way people looked down on him, or tried to tell him they were concerned because he enjoyed certain vices more than others. “But yeah, maybe hunters more than most…” Shifting as Metzli stood again, he was ready for them to tease the Hunter hiding in the woods. If they did so from where they were standing then it wouldn’t be difficult for them to drop back down to safety. But they stepped out from behind their barricade, making themself incredibly vulnerable. “Metzli- wait-” He hissed, but it was too late. He hurried to get to his knees, peering over the stone so that he could watch the chaos unfold.  

Metzli’s voice rang out, loud and clear. He wasn’t sure actively encouraging the person trying to kill them was a very good idea, but before he could tell them they seemed to stumble. In the blink of an eye an arrow was protruding from their shoulder and he stared, frozen in horror. “Stop!” He shouted, though he wasn’t sure whether he was talking to Metzli, or the hunter. He only knew this was no longer funny. As quickly as the humour had come, it had dissolved, melting away to be replaced by a familiar sense of fear. Jeez, it really was never ending. “No- wait- shit-” He shouted again, inching closer as Metzli was tackled to the ground. It went against all of his instincts to follow his friend’s footsteps, to make himself vulnerable, but he didn’t know what else he could do aside from watch them suffer. A few more seconds passed, and Metzli only succeeded in getting pushed against the ground with more force, so he steeled himself, forcing his mind to sober up before running at the hunter, tackling them in the same way they had tackled Metzli. He hit them full force, throwing them off of his friend, and rolled with them, unable to keep track of who was where, and whether he was in danger. He couldn’t see any obvious weapons, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any on the hunter’s person. 

The scuffle was a blur, made worse by the drunken state Metzli was in. Through it all, they laughed and wheezed. “Is that all you got? You’re the worst hunter I’ve ever—” They watched in awe as Milo fought against both his instincts and the hunter, who cried out in pain. He was obviously new, still untrained in various ways. Thus, the reason why the taunting worked. He needed to stop using long range attacks, and prove himself. This was his own undoing and Metzli pointed at him, and laughed. “Oh man, you really suck at this!” 

Reaching towards the struggle, they pulled the hunter off of Milo. After a swift click! Metzli was thrown back by yet another arrow in their stomach, dropping the hunter in the process. “Goddammit!” Pain was still dulled out, but they were frustrated nonetheless. “I’m literally two inches away. The least you can do is actually make me dust. Jesus!” They said, getting up and kicking the hunter in the head. He was now knocked out cold. Problem officially solved.  

“All right, you wanna get more drinks?” Still not minding the second arrow in them, they asked Milo, and continued walking in a drunken stupor.  

Milo felt the weight lift from his body, and sat up as best he could, just in time to watch the hunter shoot another arrow at Metzli. This one hit them in the stomach, but they still didn’t seem bothered by the pain, or the knowledge of what was happening. He opened his mouth, taking a breath ready to speak, but he couldn’t find his words. What was there to say? Nothing was going to stop this, nothing was going to change the mind of Metzli or the person still pointing a weapon at them. Wincing as his friend continued to insult the hunter, he couldn’t help but realise if they had been more adept then both of them would probably be dead by now. Dead dead. Really they should be thanking them for not being skilled enough to take out two incredibly inebriated vampires. Flinching as a sudden crack rang out, he saw Metzli kick the hunter, and the action played again inside his head, slow motion allowing him to see just how brutal the move had been. A gasp escaping him, he crawled over to where they were sprawled on the grass, unconscious, and no longer a threat.  

“What did you do?” He demanded, eyes wide as he took in the situation. Metzli standing, two arrows protruding from their torso, and the hunter now potentially concussed, vulnerable, and alone on their back. He still didn’t feel sober, but his mind was working to process information like he was. He gently pried open one of the hunter’s eyelids, checking their pupil for any sign of trauma. Then tilted his head towards them, taking note of their steady breathing, and the strong heartbeat within their chest. “More drinks?” He echoed, looking back up at Metzli. The offer was tempting. Anything to forget what had just happened, the casual horrors he now seemed destined to witness on a near daily basis. Was he ever going to get used to this? The violence of it all? “I-” Glancing back down at the unconscious form, he was confident they were about to wake up. Any longer than a few minutes could mean brain damage, but their vitals were steady, and their pupils were regular. Chances were, the shock more than anything had caused them to black out, which meant they didn’t have long to make their escape. “Fuck it.” He muttered, getting clumsily to his feet. “Let’s get out of here, I think they’re about to come to…” He admitted, moving away from the hunter towards the entrance of the cemetery. “And then we can deal with this,” he added, gesturing vaguely to the arrows embedded in his company. He still didn’t understand how Metzli could be so provocative, but he didn’t want to understand. Whatever they were dealing with was their issue. So long as he could keep them alive, he had done his part. “You’re going to need blood.”

Milo looked like a professional moving about the hunter’s body, checking on him. “You a doctor or something? Who cares about this idiot anyway? If he’s dead, he’s dead. Lucky he would be in a cemetery,” Metzli chuckled dryly, pulling the arrows out of their body with audible grunts of discomfort. Part of them wished the arrows had actually pierced their heart, but they weren’t so lucky. “He definitely wouldn’t think twice to check on us. As long as we’re dust, he’s happy. So fuck him.” The arrows clattered to the ground and they scowled at Milo for trying to baby them.  

“I know what my body needs,” they barked back, following Milo to the exit with a huff. Metzli was offended, more than they should have been, but alcohol had a way of doing that. On the way out, they picked up their phone which had been playing House of Wolves. They shut it off and pocketed the phone. “I’m going home. Maybe I’ll get a snack from my friend. I’m done.”  

Metzli walked past Milo in a fast walk, sulking and battered. Not looking at him, they said, “Let me know if you wanna hang out again I guess. Try not to be too sad without my presence, depresso.” Everything about their appearance was so messy and forlorn, only snapping out of it when the gate closed with a metallic clang! for the second time tonight. “Later, kid.” 

“My parents are doctors.” Milo admitted, remembering a time where he used to proudly announce he was going to be a doctor one day too. Just like mommy and daddy. How embarrassing. Holding his tongue before he could insist he cared about the person lying on the floor, he wasn’t sure how true that statement was. Hunter or otherwise, they had chosen to confront two vampires. Two vampires who weren’t hurting anybody, who just wanted a short break from the world. They didn’t deserve to die, he knew that much. But Metzli was right, he wouldn’t be offered the same courtesy in return. “We can’t just- just kill people,” he countered, almost disturbed by how casual his friend sounded. He wanted to believe they didn’t mean it, but of course they did. “If we do then we’re as bad as they all think we are…” Continuing in his journey towards the boundaries of the cemetery, he only stopped as he heard the arrows hit the ground. One soft clatter, followed by another. He wanted to tell Metzli they shouldn’t have taken them out, that was First Aid 101. But they couldn’t exactly wander through town with them, so he stayed quiet.  

A frown creasing his brow at the shift in tone, he wondered briefly whether other people felt this annoyed by his mood swings. “Clearly you don’t because the last time we met you were starving yourself.” He bit out, unable to help himself. “Fine, go drink your friend’s blood while you’re wasted, and hurt. Because that doesn’t sound like a terrible idea.” Running a hand through his hair, he straightened his glasses, pressing his fingertips against his injured arm. He could still feel the blood soaking through the material of his hoodie. “Are you actually leaving?” He demanded, watching as Metzli let the gate swing shut behind them. “Fine, whatever.” He called after them. “I don’t give a shit.” 

“Fuck off,” Metzli growled back, annoyed by the kid’s unnecessary sass. “We are as bad as people think we are. But you know what, so are humans. He was just going to kill us.” They mocked back, throwing the words he had just used against him. The hunter was going to kill them without a second thought, so they saw no need to think about his life. He probably didn’t choose this life, but he also didn’t need to take on more than he could chew. Idiot.  

“Yeah, I’m leaving. I don’t need you to give a shit.” Metzli flipped him off as they walked away, disappearing into the cold night.  

Milo stared at Metzli, watching them as they left the cemetery feeling far too many emotions at once. Fear, worry, exhaustion, relief… He knew they had a point, he just wasn’t ready to accept that. He couldn’t bring himself to accept that. It scared him knowing he was changing. He had grown used to the physical changes, the ways his new life needed to revolve around blood, around nightfall, around a constant feeling of thirst. But seeing so many vampires who were numb to violence felt different. Even in his own circuits, the ones where people got beaten up for the sake of a hit, or robbed at knifepoint because they owed a dealer money, he had never grown used to it, merely avoided it to the best of his ability. The blood still running down his arm was testament to the fact that he couldn’t avoid this violence. It was going to chase him wherever he went simply because some asshole decided to drain him of his blood. Flipping Metzli off in return as they disappeared from view, the gesture no longer felt affectionate, or carefree. Suddenly alone with the sound of quiet breathing, he knew he didn’t have much time. The hunter was due to regain consciousness, and he needed to be far, far away before that happened. Putting more pressure against his arm, he took a deep breath to steady himself, running over the list of friends he knew he could turn to for help. And then he set off, putting the cemetery, and the events of the evening behind him. 

[todoshotoki]

𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: kirishima eijirou x bakugo katsuki 

𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔: where bakugo struggles with internal homophobia.

𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏: 1.5K

bakugo was a lot of things: he was smart, talented, short tempered (even though this wasn’t so much of a good thing), and ultimately looked up to in his areas of strength.

he was proud of most of the things he was but he was terrified of the label that had dawned on him that one morning in middle school.

bakugo was gay.

he was gay and didn’t know how to express it. 

the way he would look at boys was so painfully different then the way he looked at girls. especially the pretty ones and how a smile could make him swoon over them. there was just something so endearing about the whole energy they exert when they do the littlest things just made bakugo almost physically melt.

he had told his mother in a joking manner once to test the waters and her reaction wasn’t as pleasing as he thought it would be.

“you’re joking, right?” she had looked up from the book she was reading. his heart deflated at her words. what did he expect?

“of course i’m joking, damn it!” bakugo barks. “don’t you go destroying shit again!” his mother barked back at him, shaking her head. she muttered, “i should have pressed harder to bring him to those anger management appointments.” he stormed off to his room to angst over the situation for the rest of the night. he didn’t even hear her full reaction and he didn’t want to hear her full reaction.

not only was he gay, he was incredibly vulnerable.

he wasn’t a pitiful crier like deku. his anger brought him to hot uncontrollable tears sometimes. all the pent up frustration and pressure placed on his shoulder since he was four years old was insufferable.

he had a tough and powerful quirk so he needs a tough and powerful personality, right?

he didn’t need friends. he needed followers. everybody had to be below him.

except for him.

eijirou kirishima was annoying when he first met him. his stupid outstretched hand of offering friendship and his wide ass shark-toothed grin pissed him off at first.

how could someone be so nice to everyone? how could someone be so nice to him? he was a bully. he told the only one who thought of him as a friend to kill himself for fucks sake!

but kirishima insisted on accompanying him and with him sero, mina, and kaminari to tag along with them. if it wasn’t for the red head’s charm, bakugo would be alone (which he really didn’t mind).

what upset him the most about him was the fact that he fell so easily for his charm. at first he was in denial, he was the only one who batted an eyelash besides deku in his direction so of course he would feel some sort of positive energy to him but soon his emotions bloomed out of control.

he caught himself staring at him during lunch and, as if kirishima knew he had fallen for him, he would flash that smile at him. that stupid grin of his and his stupid caring personality.

“hey, bakubro!”

there he was again. he caught up to bakugo almost instantaneously with same grin of his. they were both heading back to the dorms after wrapping of classes that day.

oh, brother, if he didn’t stop smiling at the time he did then bakugo would become legally blind. “you smile too much, kiri,”

“you know you like it when i smile,” kirishima playfully tugged at his heart strings. this hushed bakugo and caused him to tune out for the rest of the walk.

bakugo just wanted to kiss him on the lips until he lost his breath. he wanted to spend every night in his embrace. he wanted to be able to cry in someone’s arms and give up this stupid act even if it was just for a moment. he wanted kirishima more than ever.

but bakugo was a coward.

they both headed to their own rooms, kirishima asking something about studying for the written part of their hero license exam after dinner.

as soon as bakugo entered his room, he threw his bag down and put his face in his hands. he wasn’t supposed to be acting like this. he was so wimpy!

he felt the hot tears threaten to spill and took a dragged out breath, twisting up his face as he settled on sleeping away the anger. even then he struggled to fall asleep. he could wake up later and pull an all-nighter to finish his homework.

...

bakugo had woken up to the sound of mellow knocking at his dorm. it was completely dark in his room. “damn, how long did i sleep?” he looked toward his alarm clock and surely enough it was eight and his friends were probably wondering why he skipped dinner.

“dude, you up?” he heard once again at the door. bakugo kicks up his sheets, “yeah, hold on,” he pulls a shirt over his head, turns on the lights, and opens the door. kirishima had already brushed through his hair and so his hair was at his shoulders. he had brought a textbook, a notebook, and a cup of spicy instant noodles with him. “yo, you didn’t show up to dinner. is everything alright?” he asks, setting his stuff down on the rug next to bakugo’s bed.

“yeah, took a nap and overslept,” he couldn’t stop peaking at kirishima’s long hair as he straightened his bed. “my hair looks pretty weird, huh?” he chuckles, taking a hair tie from his wrist (that looked like it belonged to ashido) and put his hair up. bakugo’s face reddened.

he had thought about his hair being in a ponytail before but never thought it would look so cute???

“nah, you’re good,” he says, pulling out his notes from his bag. “i brought some instant noodles for you. it’s spicy, just how you like it!” his enthusiasm was overbearing. it was eight pm but it’s almost like the sun was still out.

 “thanks,” he muttered as they started going over the notes that they were given.

the values of a hero...

it seemed like everything that bakugo wasn’t- well except for powerful.

“kiri,” he suddenly called to him. kirishima looked up at him, “hm?”

“do you think that i fit the values of a hero?” bakugo’s words came out a little more shyly than his lucking. “are you have doubts? c’mon, bro, you totally do!” kirishima tried reassuring him but he shook his head.

“i’m a coward,” he blurted out. there was a silence before eijirou started laughing, “i didn’t know you could be so funny, bakugo!”

“why are you laughing, spiky hair! i’m serious!” he grunts.

the red head’s smile falters, “what makes you think that?”

“i-” bakugo huffs as he feels his emotions boil again, “i’m emotionally unavailable. like what kind of loser can’t express how they feel? i’m worse than deku!” he clenches his fists. he shouldn’t be here. he shouldn’t be in this situation! why couldn’t he keep his mouth shut?

“ba- no... katsuki, you know you can tell me anything, right? there’s something on your mind just say it.” another silence breaks out between the two of them, katsuki’s eyes finally meet eijirou’s.

“do you know how it feels when you think that you’re one step away from messing everything up? as if you could say one thing and it could burn every bridge you had worked so hard creating but you can’t help but feeling this way because it’s just who you are?” he grits his teeth as he felt the tears start to trickle out of his eyes. eijirou looked at the blonde in disbelief for a moment before wrapping his arms around him.

“there’s not one thing you could say right now that would ruin anything. come out with it, okay?”

this is what he wanted but what he wanted felt so wrong. the hot tears blinded his vision as his brain went into autopilot. “i’m gay,” he gasps out. he was waiting for eijirou to leave him there in his tears. he was waiting for the curses, the scolding but it never came. “it’s okay. there’s nothing wrong with that-”

“fuck, i love you, ei,”

oh my god he fucked it up.

silence.

fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck!

“i love you too, katsuki,” when those words hit bakugo’s ears. all he could hear was the sirens. “you’re lying,” he chokes through his tears. “i would never!” he pulls back slightly, placing his arms on the blonde’s shoulders. eijirou looked right into his eyes. the window to his soul had opened and he could see everything. “i love you too, katsuki,” he repeated once again, this time kissing him on the lips.

katsuki kissed back so endearingly and hungrily. he was so touch starved that he wanted it all right now. he didn’t want to ever leave this moment.

“you’ll stay right?” he asks when they parted from the kiss, “you’ll stay the night?”

“i wouldn’t ever leave,”

[shewantedtobeasecretgirl]

11. The Lovecats a.k.a an irresistible offer, a guy in proper clothes and a dangerous ginger

In the previous chapters: Effie gives a few pictures taken by her to Krisha who promises to show them to Kelly Curtis but Effie rushes away in the middle of the conversation to avert a date crisis between Judy and Jeff . After Mike’s awkward one-night-stand and the embarrassing intermezzo between Judy and Stone in the shower (that might have been seen by someone else too), the bunch is gathering at breakfast time in a bistro near the motel. Their exchange gets interrupted by Eric who has bad news for them.

 „Guys, we have a problem.”

Ugh… if I was a road manager and the band I’m managing had a show tonight and the lead singer had lost his voice due to his uncontrolled yelling, maybe I’d call it a problem. But I’m a lead singer of a band that is supposed to play a show tonight who lost his voice due to his uncontrolled yelling so I just call it an as fucked-up dumpster fire as possible.

I can barely understand the reactions since everyone in the bunch is desperately shouting at us.

“Has Karrie disappeared?”

“Did Suns defeat Sonics? I knew it!”

“Is the Twelfth Amendment coming into effect again?”

“We’re out of weed?”

Yeah, preferences.

“Hey, everyone, calm the fuck down!” Eric tries to talk them down. “It’s about the show tonight. We… we probably have to cancel it.”

“What? Why? No way!” the cacophony goes on and it only stops when Eric shuts them up with a loud whistle using his fingers.

“Should I explain calm or fuck or down?” he asks annoyed. “The thing is… Ed has lost his voice. He’s not even able to speak.”

“But… how?” Stone stares at us with clueless face. Such a smart guy and such a stupid question.

“He obviously forgot it in a public restroom and by the time he went back, it was already gone. Jesus.” Judy rolls her eyes playing with her fork. Thanks Judy, that’s what I was thinking about, now that you’ve translated it into Sarcasm, Stone might understand too.

“Actually, he accidentally flushed it down the toilet. In case you need to know the exact details to process it, Stoney.” Beth supports her with an audacious grin.

“No problem, we send Jeff down in the canal, I’m sure he’ll find it.”

“I’m able to deal with any shit except yours, Stone.” Jeff retorts, getting a snort from Judy as a reward.

“If I was you, I wouldn’t be so proud of that…”

“Seriously, what happened?” Mike cuts the forming exchange off.

“He was complaining about having a sore throat already yesterday evening too… he was working on a few lyrics but he felt tired and fell asleep relatively early and by this morning… nothing, he can only whisper, I’m afraid…”

“NO!!!” Judy interrupts her and blushes in a second since suddenly, all eyes are fixed on her. “I mean he mustn’t whisper, that’s the worst he can do.”

He? Hey, I lost my voice, not my hearing or my mind.

“It kills vocal cords, which can even lead to neck pains, I’m speaking from experience.”

“Really?” Eric frowns in disbelief.

“He has probably laryngitis. I mean, I’m not sure, he should see an otorhinolaryngologist for an exact diagnose but it’s very likely. It’s mostly viral or bacterial but extreme overburdening doesn’t help either… and extreme overburdening is a pretty euphemistic description for what you’re doing every night, sorry Ed but someone has to finally say it.” she addresses me but my only answer is a helpless shrug. I’m sure I do something wrong but I was procrastinating to face my limits until now and… here’s the result.

“And now she’s already a doctor too. And she completed the medical program in one single night, remarkable.”

“Shut up Stone.” Eric interjects not taking his eyes off of Judy.

“And how long is the regeneration period?” Beth asks, digging her face into my shoulder, which makes me reach for her neck instinctively. She rubs her cheek against my back like a lazy cat as she’s enjoying the improvised massage.

“Well, he shouldn’t speak for a few days but singing is another case, maybe one month…” My hand stops.

“What?” Beth screams right into my ear as her head perks up. Okay, so much for my hearing.

“It depends but usually after a laryngitis, you win back your singing voice note by note, beginning from the nether region.”

“Whoa, Camden, you’re getting naughtier and naughtier…”

“Spirits sometimes help…”

“That’s what I’m telling you all the time!” Mike hits the table with his fist.

“… but it’s only symptomatic treatment, if it’s bacterial, antibiotics are the ultimate solution. And… although I definitely do not support anything that kills throat but I know that singers often get a Calcium shot if they have to perform when having voice problems. So... that would maybe help shorten the silence phase.” Judy explains unwillingly.

“So… let’s summarize what you’re suggesting: we bring Ed to an expert, convince the doctor to give him a Calcium shot and swear he won’t sing for a month… and we cancel the show tonight… and then... we’ll see?” Eric looks at Judy for reassurance.

“Kind of… but I have serious doubts if he can let any note out this week. But are you sure the show must be canceled? I mean, what if someone else sang? Stone? You like singing, don’t you?”

Judy, you have a huge luck that I’m not able to ask publicly why you know about that.

“Jesus, no, I’m not a singer.”

“Aren’t you?” she provokes him raising one eyebrow.

“Nah. Plus, I can’t sing while I’m playing the guitar, I’ve already tried it but every time I try sing, I fuck the riffs up.”

“And he cusses every time he talks. He’d be lynched by the crowd in like ten seconds.” Jeff adds. “Anyway, I’m the other one who sings the backup vocals, maybe I…”

“NO WAY!” everybody protests in unison.

“Okay, okay, it was just an idea…”

“A very bad idea. We would end up playing odes about Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, geez…”

Actually, why would it be that bad? He’s like a childhood hero to me. Plus, Stone wouldn’t be a better choice either, our crowd isn’t prepared for a rock cover of The Lumberjack Song.

“No, we have no other choice.”

“Maybe…”

“I SAID NO WHISPERING!” Judy nips my attempt to join the conversation in the bud. I reach in the chest pocket of my shirt because I think this is the right moment to use my latest invention. Beth immediately gets it and jumps in the middle.

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, I’m Beth Liebling, your favorite hostess and when I say favorite, I mean it.” she emphasizes the ongoing pun about the meaning of her last name with exaggerated winks. “Many of us have certainly experienced sore throat when swallowing or coughing is extremely painful and speaking seems to be impossible. The lack of communication makes us feel isolated and if we’re surrounded with sarcastic people, unsolved conflicts may result in anger issues.”

“I’m not angry at all, everything’s fine.” Stone smirks.

“But as always, we offer you a solution to tackle these difficulties and to present this incredible product, I ask my handsome partner, Edward for some help.” she pulls me next to herself by the sleeve of my shirt. I put on my dumbest smile and wait for the cue.

“Interaction cards!” she announces with pretended enthusiasm and glances at me. I lift the deck in my hand to eye level and show it around, still with the tooth-flashing fake smile.

“They make possible to maintain basic communication with the simplest messages.”

I present the first two cards with the words “yes” and “no”.

“Give me the “no”, I’ll buy it.” Stone grabs for it. I should have known.

“They also make us capable of expressing our current feelings.”

I spread out the next cards saying “shit”, “damn”, “fuck” and “I love you”.

“Aww. Give me that one!” Mike reaches out for the latter.

“Some of them declare basic axioms…” I wave with the “Pete Townshend is god” card. “No one? No problem, we’ve still got great stuff for our customers: the combined interaction cards!”

I flip through the deck and pick the “Fuck you Bush/republicans/Nazis/racists/homophobic assholes!” card.

“That’s cute, so heartfelt!” Eric presses his hand against his chest and takes it from me with the other one. I keep searching and giggle in advance when I finally pick the “Fuck you Stone!” card.

“Mine!” Judy and Jeff both almost fall out of the booth and then exchange a grin. Although Jeff was the faster, he places the card onto his palm and kneels down in front of her.

“In token of my appreciation, milady…” he offers it to the girl. To my biggest surprise, her first embarrassment evaporates quickly and she plays along.

“I’m always going to wear it over my heart.” she puts it into the chest pocket of her dungaree dress.

“How cheesy.” Stone comments dropping a piece of Emmentaler from his cheese plate into his mouth.

I nudge Beth to show her the card I made for her when she wasn’t looking. When she reads the “I love you, Beth” text on it, she slowly steps to me, laces her arms around my neck and pulls me into a relaxing, soft kiss. I capture her in a bear hug, letting her bury her head into my chest so that I can kiss the top of it and feel the familiar smell of the shampoo she’s used since I met her…

“Booo, the hostess is fucking the stage prop, disgusting…”

“Look, she’s licking the germs out of his mouth, ew…”

I try to ignore the childish remarks of Mike and Stone, luckily, Eric steers the conversation back to more professional questions.

“I guess I have to make a few phone calls, starting with the club, the guys who bought the ticket should receive refund… and I try to get a doctor for Ed, maybe we should try it in Charlotte, I don’t think we could find a specialist here…” he starts thinking loud, getting lost in the current, messy “to do” list he’s keeping in his pocket.

“„Sssooo… since the show has been canceled, I guess we have tons of time for the guitar lesson you asked for.” Jeff changes the topic with a huge grin, without the slightest intention of hiding his joy. And with the definite intention of using every occasion to spend more time alone with her.

“Guitar lesson? From Jeff?” Stone scoffs. “You know he didn’t become a bassist by chance, don’t you?”

“I must admit Stone’s right. There’s a particular reason for it… This bony asshole can’t hold a bass. We tried it, I swear but he ended up with his face in the concrete. If you take a closer look, you can notice that his Les Paul is only a cardboard replica too. He just pretends to play it, actually, it is Scully who plays his parts behind the amps.”

Judy bursts out in a heartfelt laughter, finally, Jeff has figured out that the way to her heart leads through well-played jokes. Possibly at Stone’s expense.

“I guess we could hang out together even tonight…” Jeff recommends with a cautious squint. That’s it, strike the iron while it’s hot…

“Tonight? But what about the show???”

“What show, Stone? We’ve just decided to cancel it…”

“But the supporting act is Tribe After Tribe! You love them, you’ve wanted to see them playing live since Tom Petty gave you their record! I definitely go and watch them!” Stone pouts like a child whose parents are about to call off the family visit to Disneyland.

“Shit… I mean, that’s true, they’re amazing… maybe you could come too…?”

“Nah, I don’t think so, I could finally sleep through the whole night… but we don’t have to do the soundcheck today, we could have the first lesson instead.”

“Hey Camden, you have a lot to learn, no one said you can skip today’s work!”

“I start with turning your volume down…” Judy retorts and turns immediately back to Jeff. “So, what do you say?”

“Sure… I mean, maybe you end up teaching me. But sooner or later, I have to figure out what I’m doing so…”

They both stand up, and as they are walking towards the exit, they keep talking, leaving the sour-faced Stone behind. I can only guess the reason of the change in her behavior… Jeff Ament, you’d better not mess up your chance.

***

„Granny, stop turning your head all the time! I can also hear you when you’re looking straight ahead. Otherwise I mess up your hair!”

“Effie darling, I’m an old woman, I don’t want to be pretty, I just want shorter hair so that I can comb it easier after hair wash.” she answers, of course she can’t help moving her head this time either.

“Granny! What did I just say? Okay, I accept that you don’t care about your look but I don’t lend my name to anything. Plus, if you keep squirming, I might even cut you. Or myself. Geez, I don’t know what happened to your hair after it had turned grey, it’s like barbed wire, maybe I should try it with a machete…” I mutter as I try to straighten her strands with a comb before I start cutting.

“I’ve told you, you can do anything with it, my body is a rusty, old machine, I can’t lean forward in the bath tub or brush it for hours. You could even shave it, I don’t care.”

“Do you really want to enjoy the Seattle rain on your bald scalp? I doubt it. Did you know that dripping ice cold water on the shaved head of prisoners was a popular way of torment in the Middle Ages? And I don’t think Mr. Taylor would like it either.” I refer to her old neighbor with a sly smile.

“Come on, Effie. Peter and I are both basically fossils.” she waves with an embarrassed, short laughter. We’ve been teasing her with him for years but she always reacts with denial, she belongs to the generation of which members think attraction over a certain age is something inappropriate. Or can’t even exist. And if it still does, it’s better to pretend it doesn’t.

“Single fossils!” I point out.

“I know it’s a very fashionable word nowadays but we are both widows, my dear. That’s completely different.” she insists playing with her wedding ring that embraces her ring finger still perfectly. I could stare at her hands for hours, her elegant fingers with strong, even, oval nails, whereas the backs of her hands and her palms are soft and always warm, Mom is convinced that’s the reason why she can prepare the most delicious homemade pastries in the world. The thin, fine, spiderweb-like wrinkles on them are telling the story of a complicated life, every single day adds a newer chapter to it…

“That doesn’t mean you have to live like a recluse, I don’t know why you’re fighting even against the idea.”

“We’ve just put dear Clara in the grave and…”

“Granny, Mrs. Taylor died like… eight years ago???” I whine clipping together a few strands of her.

“To me, it feels like it had happened yesterday.”

“Because with aging, the perception of time is changing completely. It’s scientifically proven. Mr. Taylor is handsome and kind and however much you try to ignore it, he likes you.”

“Sweetie, the head of girls in your age is full of romantic imaginations but…”

“Don’t even try to project it back on me! He trims the hedge in your front yard and peeps from behind the curtain all the time, just to show up by chance whenever you step out of the house! He basically tears the shopping bags out of your hands every time you arrive home from the grocery store!” I confront her with the facts and begin to trim her hair in the meantime.

“Because he’s a gentleman! Our generation was taught how to be polite!” she explains intensely making me grab her head with both hands and turn it back in the right direction.

“Are you trying to say my generation is rude? Anyway, Mr. Taylor is a retired TV mechanic! He could repair that piece of shit old box you’re not willing to replace whenever it gets fucked up.” I play my ultimate argument knowing she has a soft spot for her favorite series. She was mourning after the last episode of Dallas for weeks.

“Effie, you know I don’t like dirty words! Please!”

“Sorry. He could repair that useless device you’re not willing to replace every time it gets fucked up.” I giggle.

“Effie!”

“Granny, just think into it: you shouldn’t make us record the missed episodes and come over if you want to watch them… you don’t like video cassettes anyway and you said you could never learn how to work a video player…” I purr into her ears trying to sound hypnotical.

“It’s rather you who should have a suitor! You’re such a pretty, young, smart girl, I can’t believe you don’t have a boyfriend.”

Oh no. She turned the tables on me. Clever.

“First of all, being single is not a shame, I won’t expire if I don’t get married before I turn 25. I’m just… not interested in anyone right now.”

And by the way, if you’re not studying, not working, and your so-called friends have forgotten about your existence for the reasons above and gave up inviting you at parties and social events, you don’t even have any possible love interest around. Not that I blame them, my high school classmates are scattered everywhere in the country and after I suspended my studies, I kind of slowly drifted away from the college buddies. We hung out a few times after it but I lost track of everything, I understood fewer and fewer inside jokes, I’m not allowed to drink alcohol, which was obviously no fun to them… damn, I can’t even get rid of my waste products without outside help. So at this point, it’s not that easy to meet guys at all. Let alone normal guys who aren’t slackers, heroin addicts and don’t have commitment issues. I mean, bad guys seem to be exciting until you have one. And I’ve had a few one, I always buy their stupid shit and I’m sick of them. Victor is my only friend who still cares and lets me know about must-see shows at RCKNDY but he’s a friend, we’ve never thought about each other with any hint of romantic feelings at that’s okay. To be honest, I don’t even want to be in a relationship only for the sake of it but I miss that little tingle in the chest and the stomach, at least a teeny-tiny, innocent crush wouldn’t hurt…

“I’m sure you have admirers, just no one meets your expectations, maybe you set the bar too high… Ouch!” she lets out a short scream since I manage to pull her hair involuntarily. The “picky girl” card again… this time, I’m not willing to begin a debate with her about that, I’ve done that several times and she just waved me off every single time.

“I think we should rather discuss Judy’s love life, it’s her who‘s surrounded by handsome boys right now.” I change the subject of the conversation, I know I’m mean and if Judy was here, she’d certainly kill me… but she’s not and the end justifies the means.

“I still can’t imagine her in the company of those men.”

Those men. Granny refuses to call the band members anything else. Okay, on sunny days, she refers to them as “those young men”… but Seattle isn’t famous for the frequency of sunny days, as we know.

“They are nice guys, she likes them. And as far as I know, they like her too…” I rather resist the urge to mention Stone’s aversion to her. “Moreover, I heard through the grapevine that one of them liked her more than the others…”

“A suitor? Sweetie, please bring my bag here, now that you’re mentioning that, I want to ask you something.”

I obey, and walk to the armchair to grab it. Like it was so easy.

“Jesus, Granny, are you keeping bricks in your handbag??? It’s a lethal weapon, if you beat someone in the head with it, you can be put in jail…” I shake my head as I put it on her lap.

“Come on, it’s not that heavy. There are a few things in it a woman can need anytime… “ she starts rummaging in the bag and as I peak into it, I can spot a Swiss Army penknife and a small bottle of tear gas spray. I rather don't ask anything. “I know you’ve shown me pictures of those men, magazine articles, posters but you know I forget everything… So I bought something up-to-date so that you can tell me what I have to know about them, especially if it concerns my granddaughter…” she pulls something colorful out of the mess.

“Steel Hammer magazine? Haha, I can’t believe it! You just went to a kiosk and asked for the latest issue of a metal magazine???” I laugh walking back behind her to pick up the threads again.

“Well… I couldn’t remember the band’s name, I just told to the salesman that my grandchild was working with one of the famous rock bands from our town and I wanted to learn more about them. He just laughed and told me this issue was full of Seattle rock bands and I could certainly find in it what I was looking for.” she flips through the pages. “So tell me again the names of those men, please.” she lifts the magazine and I giggle as I look over her head at it.

“Oh, that’s Alice in Chains, they are also popular but… I don’t think you would approve if Judy worked for them.”

“Why? They do drugs, right? I don’t even want to hear more about that.” Thank God. I don’t think I could tell her much about them without causing her a heart attack. “But they must be them!” she puts a picture in front my nose again.

“You’re getting warmer… but… still not hot. That’s Soundgarden, they are good friends with the guys, they’re even meeting them in a few weeks in Texas, I guess they’re playing a couple of shows together. But they are nice guys too, you don’t have to worry. No drugs, no sex. I mean no sex with strangers. Or other bands’ crew members.” I add before she’d make me run background checks and look into their police records.

“And these men?”

“Whoohoo, you’re hot! That’s them, Pearl Jam!”

“They have nice hair! Actually, all these musicians do. And their eyes are clear, I like that. They seem to be honest young men.” Young men. Maybe if I tell enough nice things about them, she’ll even call them “boys”, or even “guys”. ”Who is who?”

“Eddie, Jeff, Stone, Dave and Mike.” I list pointing at each name on its owner.

“And which of them is courting our Judy?” she inquires excitedly.

“I wouldn’t call it courting yet, all I know he’s already asked her out once but I’m still investigating the details, you know how secretive she can be. Anyway, it’s the bassist, Jeff. The second one from left.” I glance over her head again while I collect another strand with the comb and straighten it to see its length.

“He’s very athletic, he looks healthy, that’s good. A strong man. But those earrings and bracelets… does he always wear them?”

I can hear the frown in her voice.

“I guess so. But that doesn’t make him a bad person, body piercings are very fashionable nowadays. Anyway, he’s a Montanan guy, he’s also an artist, he paints I guess. And you see right, he’s a talented athlete, he plays basketball too and he’s an avid skateboarder. It’s not dangerous!” I add quickly since I’m not sure if skateboarding is old enough to be on Granny’s list of approved spare times activities

“His clothing style is weird, though. His chest is almost bare, he couldn’t be cold but then why was he wearing that hat?”

“Hehe, no one knows, he’s just into hats, that’s his trademark.” I shrug.

“I can’t believe Judy likes him. But that serious one with those sad eyes might be her type.”

“Who?” I wrinkle my forehead since I can’t really pair the description with any of them.

“Him. He dresses normally, that’s a nice shirt, no earrings or other weird jewelry. Does he have a tattoo?”

I glance back at the magazine only to see she’s pointing at Stone.

“Hahaha, oh my gosh, no, as far as I know he doesn’t, but if you ask me, he could even be as spotted as a panther, Judy can’t stand him.”

“But he seems to be a nice boy…”

BOY??? Stone?

“Okay, I admit, he looks good and the crew likes him and he’s super talented but he’s an asshole to Judy.”

“Effie!”

“He is! At first he ignored her and then he started acting like a douchebag and…”

“Effie, dear, you know how boys behave in school… they sometimes literally torture the girl they like… maybe he is just immature.”

“No, Granny, this is…”

Luckily, the stupid debate gets interrupted by the ringing of the phone and I jog to pick it up, maybe it’s Judy…

“Hello, Camdens…”

“Hey, Krisha’s here.”

“Oh… hi…”

“So you haven’t been abducted by aliens. You basically ran away from the office last time without any explanation and I’ve been waiting for your call since then… are you okay?”

“I am… I just… didn’t want to seem too desperate or impatient… I mean, managers are busy people, I thought it’d take some time until Kelly gets to watch my pictures…”

To be honest, I was convinced they’d ditch me with some polite lie like “Nice photos but we are looking for something else” or “We are going to call you later”… so I was just procrastinating facing the truth.

“I tied him to his chair and didn’t set him free, I have my methods… which means, I’ve got news for you.” she announces secretively.

“Effie, sweetie… my hair is still wet, would you give me a towel?”

“Just a second, Granny! Look, I’m busy now but could we meet later somewhere in the city?”

“You mean today?”

“Yes… ah, shit, I have an appointment at the hairdresser’s, but maybe after it…”

“I’m flexible, just tell me the place and the date…”

“Okay, it’s…”

***

When I pull down at the address she gave me on the phone, she’s already waiting for me in front of the building. As I lean over the passenger seat to open the door for her, my eyes are involuntarily drawn to the window decorated with kitschy hearts behind her.

“Love Is In The Hair? Seriously???” I frown. “I’d never let my hair be touched by anyone who’s able to make up such a terrible pun.”

“Oh, don’t be influenced by that, the owner is a hopeless, sentimental old woman but the girls working there are real pros!” she shakes her head as she gets in and buckles herself up. “Meg’s got golden hands, she’s the only one who can keep this haystack under control.” she points at her good smelling, fluffy, blonde strands. “I mean, several people have attempted but she’s the only one who’s succeeded without turning me into Dolly Parton.”

“Well, that’s definitely wouldn’t be a fortunate outcome.” I crack up. “But you got a nice perm, truly.”

“Oh, that’s my hair in its natural state. I had only a haircut, that’s all.”

“I can’t believe that! Aw, I’m so envious, I mean look at this mouse tail…” I flick my thin ponytail with one hand, keeping the other one on the steering wheel. “Unfortunately, my hair can’t recover from what I did to it in the ‘80s…”

“Ouch, well, those were tough times... I’m sure Meg could recommend something… you should give her a try!”

“Maybe… I don’t know, somehow I have a strong aversion to beauty salons, that chicken yard vibe freaks me out.”

“Me too! But this place is not like that at all, that’s the other reason why I became their regular client. Meg studied psychology, she always feels without asking if I want to talk or just listen to her or I just want both of us to… you know, just shut up. She usually has good advice for every situation but not in a pushy way… she rather makes you realize what’s the right thing to do… or just points out if you’re about to make a terrible mistake without explicitly saying it.” she chuckles. “I don’t know, it’s like a sixth sense thing, she’s gifted.”

“So she’s a beauty wizard and a guru in one person.” I summarize.

“Haha, exactly. She’s simply a cool chick but for some reason, she has such a bad luck with guys, I don’t know the exact details, only that a problematic guitarist broke her heart.”

“Ha, that invasive species has kinda conquered this town…” I mutter knowingly.

“Speaking of that, do you know anything about Judy and Jeff? I ran away last time since I felt a disaster coming… she wasn’t even aware she’d been asked out… and since then, we’ve barely talked and she ignored the question when I came up with that…”

“Ugh, to be honest, I don’t know, I talked to Eric about work stuff, we’re busily preparing that free open-air show in May…” I stop since I’m not sure if I should go on. “Of course I talked to Stone as well…” I finally decide to do so but I pretend to be distracted by the traffic in the junction to have an excuse for not finishing the sentence.

“I bet he trashed my sister again, didn’t he?” she unfortunately jumps on the topic without hesitation.

“No… not really… I mean, he’s disapproving about anything romantic between them for sure but not because of Judy as a person… he just doesn’t think it’s a healthy thing right now. But he was obscure, I didn’t even understand what he was trying to say, he was babbling something about deflowering and cabal… he’s showing off his vocabulary all the time, even if it makes no sense. Especially when he’s high, maybe that was the case.”

“Deflowering? You mean my sister?” she scoffs and I can’t do anything but shrug since Stoney was truly vague, almost secretive. “The dude’s got obviously a screw loose.” she underlines the statement by circling with her index finger at the temple. “Anyway, why are you turning in that direction, aren’t we going to the management office?”

“I never claimed we’re going there.” I watch the road with a mysterious smile. “Actually, I realized after having called you that I had an errand to run so I thought you could accompany me…”

“By accompanying you mean kidnapping me and holding me hostage in your car?”

“Maybe. Open the glove compartment, I put there something for you.”

“Now you’re scaring me, is it a gun? Whoa.” she startles since after she obeys me, tons of tapes fall onto her lap.

“Ah, I get it. You’re holding me hostage and make me listen to shitty music, what are these? Tapes of Wham! tribute bands or what?” she asks checking the cases.

“Okay, you just gave me a great idea. The tapes weren’t intended for you, they are demos of bands monkeying PJ, we receive a buttload of them every week. Needless to say they all suck, could you do me a favor by listening to them for me? Kelly insists on me checking all of them, I don’t know why, though, we usually send them a polite refusal… but he thinks they deserve a chance. 99 % percent of them are indistinct yelling to worn-out riffs. What about my constitutional rights?”

“Haha, are you serious? I mean, I don’t really have any proper excuse, I have plenty of time and unfortunately, fucked-up kidneys don’t clog ears but…”

“Just kidding, I meant the folded sheets, maybe they are buried deep, just dig for them.”

“Okay, got it” she groans basically putting her head in the glovebox. “What’s that? Mr. Hugh Mility… Mr. Juan Badapple… Jim Rockford... Dr. Hugh Jeego… Guy Jantic… what the hell is this?”

“Well, since the guys are getting huge, fans are lurking at the hotels, they make up impossible lies to get their room numbers, a few of them even tried to bribe the receptionists… so it became obvious they should use codenames…”

“And who is who?”

“You missed the point, should I maybe explain the concept of codenames? What if you start stalking or harassing them?” I tease her and maybe I’m hallucinating but I’d swear I see an amused smile forming in the corner of her mouth. “Anyway, joke aside, they are pretty obvious, just think a little.”

“Wait, the list goes on… these must be the crew members… Elle Koholic, okay, this must be Carrie. Oh my god, I found my sister’s one.” she slaps herself in the forehead.

“Yeah, no offense but she’s got a one-track mind… anyway, we’ve arrived.” I announce steering the car right to the empty site next to the building.

“Are you willing to finally reveal where we are?” she asks stuffing the tapes back into their place.

“Curiosity killed the cat. Okay, I hope not, Stone would kill me.” I laugh at my own joke, fishing out the shopping bag from the backseat. “Come.”

“I don’t understand a word.” she pouts indignantly while we’re entering the building and climbing the stairs in the semi-darkness.

“I enlighten you very soon, I promise, just follow me.” I turn back to her and we fell silent until we reach our destination. “Here.” I point theatrically at the door.

“What’s this? Are you gonna buy drugs here? Or is this sort of a den of gamblers? Or…”

“Jesus, I thought you’re the adventurous one…” I roll my eyes. “Anyway, you mentioned the species of problematic guitarists… where we’re standing is the cave of a specimen from one of the subspecies.”

“…which iiiis…”

“One of the most complex inhabitant of Earth’s fauna: the rhythm guitarist!” I raise my index finger. “It’s very widespread at bars and concert venues, the male ones are inseparable from their favorite delicacy that is beer. The male living here is famous for his trademark, sarcastic remarks that are not without jokes about nether regions. During his mating season – that includes every single day of the year –, he tries to catch the attention of female specimens with the excessive flipping of his magnificent mane and his repetitive, distinctive laughter. He often leaves the location of mating right after the act, his volatile nature…”

“Wait, are you trying to say…” she cuts me off, getting tired of my improvised presentation.

“Yess.”

“No shit!”

“Yes shit. We’re at Stone’s apartment. Okay, it actually belongs to his sister but she moved in with her boyfriend last year. And Stoney got a gentle reminder from his parents that he should finally leave the family nest.”

“Hey, then maybe me and Judy are super uncool since we live with our mom too…” she frowns offended.

“It’s all about the context, first of all: he turned down Chris Cornell when he asked him to be his roommate. I repeat, Chris Cornell.” I explain, as I begin to fumble with the keys.

“What a fool!”

“I mean, I kind of understand him to a point, his parents are the dearest people I know but turning down such an offer when you’re over 20? Time went by and I think his parents just got fed of him tearing the strings at their attic all the time and coming home in the middle of the night every single day. Even if they have always been totally supportive of him, they didn’t freak out even when he announced he didn’t want to go to college… he started working as an espresso guy in a small bakery at Pioneer Square, he was the worst, by the way, I mean I almost puked of the coffee he made… He quitted that job when Mother Love Bone got signed to PolyGram and… you know what happened later. So he kind of stuck at home, indebted.”

We enter the apartment in the meantime and I take a few steps in the living room to turn on the standard lamp.

“But then, not much before the tour started, his sister let him her place over, he’s a low-key guy so…” I shrug. “Now that they became basically rock stars, he’s planning to buy a small house… his dad is an attorney-at-law with acquaintances at real estate firms, that helps a lot.”

“We had to sold our house when… a few years ago.” she sighs. I don’t ask, I guess it has to do something with her father, Karrie mentioned he’d died a few years ago. “This is a pretty nice place, I thought it was messier. No piles of beer cans, no smell of rotten food…” she remarks walking around the living room.

“Despite your impressions, he’s not a caveman, he always jokes referring to himself as an emancipated guy meaning he can and is willing to do all kind of housework. He can be pretty oblivious, though, which sometimes affects the result…” I giggle and open the windows to let in some fresh air. “His brain works in a weird way, he loses everything, all the time and forgets where he put his personal belongings and therefore never finds them again… whereas he’s pretty good at remembering riffs and melodies.”

“So this place is like a black hole. Anyway, why are we here? Wait, are we going to pull pranks on him? Let’s stick pins in the armchairs, smear tooth paste on the door handles and hide dog poop under the doormat…” she suggests with stars in her eyes. Okay, I have to do something against this hatred campaign before these wicked women cast a lethal spell on him.

“As I mentioned, I have a mission. First of all, I have to keep those poor things alive…” I point in the corner.

“Wow, a private jungle!” she exclaims surprised. “Philodendron, ficus and mother-in-law’s tongue! If someone had told me Stone liked indoor plants, I wouldn’t have believed it.”

“Actually, he sometimes forgets about their existence too. But they are real survivors, they even made it despite his girlfriend’s interesting watering methods… by the way, he even gave them names: Phil Collins, Biggus Diccus and Robert Plant, I guess I don’t have to explain…” I go on with the guided tour while I go in the kitchen to fill the coffee jug with water.

“At least the guy has a good taste in music.” she shouts. She must have found his record collection and the stereo system, I guess if something, this can soften Effie up.

“Yes, he’s surprisingly omnivorous as for musical genres…” I call back although my voice sounds muffled, since I had to basically crawl into the cupboard at the bottom for the bag of the pet food. “He’s pretty much influenced by everything he hears on the radio. Ouch!!!” I manage to bang my head when I straighten up too early.

“Are you okay?”

“I am… just a household accident…”

I walk back to the bedroom with the small bowl full of dry food only to find her staring amazed at the large star chart on the wall.

“Wow. My sister would love this.” she keeps examining it with dropped jaw, only her lips are moving.

“Well, I’ve always known they have much more in common than they think.” I grin.

“Judy had a pretty long phase when she wanted to be an astronomer… I mean, basically her in her whole childhood. She later found out physics and science weren’t really her thing but she’s still obsessed with space exploration and science fictions…”

“As you can see, Stone isn’t that beer-drinking, douchebag barfly type…” I spread my arms to point out that the walls are almost covered with bookshelves.

“Yeah, as far as I can see, he’s pretty much an intellectual asshole.” she narrows her eyes.

“AND NOW… let’s jump to the second part of my mission.” I kneel down and lift the bedspread. “Your Majesty, your subjects are only waiting for you to begin the audience.” After a few seconds of silence, two reddish paws reach out from under the bed, soon followed by a pink nose. Their owner makes sure there’s nothing dangerous in the room in full alert mode, before she crawls out slowly and rubs her snout against my hand reached out.

“Oh my god! A cat! Was she here during the whole time?” Effie screams surprised, sits down cross legged and invites her to herself making smacking sounds. “Hey sweetie… you’re very shy, aren’t you? Come here…come…”

“Effie, let me introduce you Red. Red, this is Effie. Be cautious… she can behave quite wild, especially with women…”

Despite my fears, she slowly moves towards Effie and sniffs her fingertips. After a few seconds of tense hesitation, she lets herself be caressed with that typical vigilance of cats like she was sending the message “I’m here but if you make a wrong move, you die”.

“What a beautiful fur… and those green eyes…” the girl runs her finger along the red-white spotted back. “She seems to like me…” the girl chuckles.

“One more proof that Stone’s theory was right.”

“What kind of theory?”

“Well… he adopted her not much after the forming of the band… she was just a tiny, fluffy kitten but from the very first moment, she’s acted very weird with the girls around Stone. And I don’t mean girls in general, I’m talking about his female visitors, if you know what I mean… she’s been very hostile to girls he’s dated, she’s basically driven away all the chicks he’s got hooked up with… She’s literally jealous of his love interests.”

“Interesting, I’d rather think Stone is a dog person…”

“He is, his family has always had dogs… but with Red… it was love at first sight. I’ve never seen him being as affectionate to actual girls as to Red. Even his voice softens when he’s talking to or about her… so long story short, Stone was joking that they must have been lovers in a previous life and she had been some red-haired girl who’d stolen his heart.”

“And does she like girls who hate him because they mean no competition for her?” Effie wonders as she follows the cat with her eyes who’s now approaching her bowl and gets lost in the deliciously looking pieces of meat. “It’d be an interesting experiment to introduce her to Judy.”

“Definitely, she’s never met a real female enemy of him. Maybe because girls usually like him…” I shrug.

“And is this poor thing the whole day alone?”

“Ugh, it’s a complicated story. When the guys started touring, the Gossards adopted her. Again. But they have to get rid of her, because they all are allergic to cat fur, it wasn’t that disturbing when Stone was at home too and she basically lived in the attic with him and he was the only one really taking care of her… but when he was away and they had do it for him, they quickly had to look for someone else… and then, she got to Regan, our common old friend. They got on very well with each other but then Regan and his girlfriend adopted a dog and to say they weren’t compatible is an understatement. And then…” I took a big breath “…then came the Amber phase. I don’t know if I’ve already mentioned her, she’s his girlfriend.”

“Ouch.” she hisses. “That must have been tough.”

“It was. Due to the beforementioned circumstances, their relationship was everything but smooth… she never adopted her, she just came over to feed her and all but Red was trying very hard to make her life a living hell. She attacked her, scratched her arms, hooked her nails in her tights and ruined her nicest clothes…” I list and I can’t help smiling as I recall their clashes.

“I can’t believe this cutie pie did things like that. It sounds terrible but… hey, are you laughing???”

“It was a dis… a disaster…” I’m already choking of laughter since in the meantime, Red’s innocent face makes me remember the funniest part of the story. “Once she even… oh no, I can’t…” I try to calm down and put on straight face. “Once this little bitch…” Red turns her head towards me like she felt addressed “yes, I’m talking about you… so this little bastard peed in Amber’s heels.”

“Oh no! Cat pee is the worst, it’s a one-way ticket to the dumpster. I mean only if you don’t set everything that got in contact with it on fire.”

“Well, that happened to the heels in question too. But frankly, I don’t blame Red, I myself have played with the idea of doing the same a few times too.” I shrug and have Effie in stitches.

“So you hate her too…”

“I don’t, she’s not a bad person… but she can be so annoying, man… when you have to admire the umpteenth fashion photo of her posing in different clothes, it’s very difficult to seem to be interested.”

“Uhm… speaking of photos… you said you got news for me… I didn’t want to be too greedy, I mean I really like hanging out with you and I’m not doing it only because I want your help and…” she jabbers blushing.

“Hey, easy. The news are that Kelly loved your photos. And Susan Silver too. And they have a great idea…”

[galahadwilder]

Still—a Post-Puppeteer Ficlet

“I think I may have hurt my friend today,” Chat said that evening, after Puppeteer was defeated and they’d both gone home and then come back.

He’d asked her to swing by in the evening. There was something on his mind, she knew, and it wasn’t something good. What he said... well, not unexpected, but certainly not what she’d feared.

“What happened?” she said, trying not to think about her conversation with Adrien in the back of the car. This wasn’t about her problems tonight. He’d asked her here because he needed her advice.

Chat sighed. “She... I, I wasn’t expecting it,” he said. “She’s always been so nervous around me, and I just...” He grimaced, swallowed. “We were at the wax exhibit today and I thought maybe I could do something to make her smile.”

“You were at the wax exhibit?” Ladybug said, trying—and failing—to keep her voice level. There weren’t that many people at the museum today. One wrong thought, and his identity would be—

“Yeah,” he said. “I mean, it was just supposed to be fun, you know? But... she’s always so...” He sighed. “She was one of my first friends and I just... I was starting to think maybe she doesn’t like me?”

Ladybug grimaced. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Do you know why?”

Chat grinned ruefully. “No idea,” he said. “But I just... I wanted to see her smile.”

Ladybug felt her eyes begin to water. “It sounds like... you really care about this girl.”

Chat laughed. “Yeah, a bit,” he said. “Anyway I thought, well, maybe a small prank might help her feel more comfortable? So I pretended to be a statue.”

Ladybug’s breath caught in her lungs. Like a shard of glass lodged in her esophagus. No.

“And she... well, she said a bunch of things to statue-me that she’s never...” He looked down at the street. “Apparently she likes me.” He glanced at Ladybug. “Like, the way that I like you.”

The way that I like you. Ladybug couldn’t breathe. The girl I love says my jokes aren’t very good...

“Maybe that’s a... good thing?” she found herself saying. “You—you said you wanted to make this girl happy, and, and, you did, so—”

“That’s the thing,” Chat said. “I don’t think she wanted me to know.” He hung his head. “When I asked her about it, she denied everything, but... well, she was definitely lying. I tried to let her down gently by saying I was in love with someone else—” His soft gaze turned to Ladybug, like a spear right through her heart. “—but, well... I could see it still hurt. And I didn’t... I never meant to—” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I just wanted to make her smile, Bugaboo.”

The girl I love says my jokes aren’t very good.

Ladybug laid her trembling hand on top of his. “You—you do,” she said. “Adrien... you make me smile every day.”

His head snapped around to her, his eyes full of confusion.

“And I’m, I’m sorry if I—” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “If I gave you the impression that I don’t like your jokes. I do. I love them.” She stared at her feet. “I think you—you should work on your timing, is all.”

Chat just stared.

“God,” Ladybug said. “I can’t believe I tried to kiss you thinking you were a statue.” She swallowed. “Actually, I, I, I can’t believe I tried to kiss the statue.” Her fingers tugged in each other as her hands danced, burning nervous energy. “Talk about... talk about embarrassing, right?”

“Marinette?” Chat’s voice was soft. So soft.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She just... he was... she burst into tears. “I’m—I’m—I’m a... a mess, Chaton,” she gasped. “I’m not—not—what you think I am, and...”

He took her hand. “You’re the girl I spent the whole day trying to cheer up,” he murmured. “Everything else doesn’t matter.”

She sobbed, wiped her eyes.

He took her hand—he was trembling too, she realized—and placed it against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat through the leather, wild and terrified and uncontrolled. “I... Marinette,” he said. “I need you to be honest with me this time.”

She closed her eyes and nodded.

“If we’re not friends,” he said, “then what am I to you?”

“You’re... my partner,” she whispered. “And you’re the boy I... the boy I...”

“Love?” he supplied.

She nodded again.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” he said, raising her hand to his face. “You are the love of my life.”

“You only just met me,” she protested. Her fingers caressed his cheek.

“I’ve only just met... everybody,” he responded. “But it—it doesn’t take much to know that—” He looked away, like he couldn’t keep looking at her and talking at the same time. “That you will always be the greatest and most important thing in my life,” he finished, hushed.

She shifted her hand, wrapped his fingers around her own. “And you’ll be mine.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

They gazed down at the empty street below.

“I’m glad that wasn’t our first kiss,” Ladybug said finally.

“At least I remembered this one,” Chat replied with a smile.

[capttower]

Hiya Everybody! TOWER here! It's been awhile since I have posted, it's been weeks! But, I took that time to prepare and make my project this whole time.

Am finally ddone with the first one, rather the first chapter of my very own fanfiction! Yes! I'm pretty new to the whole writing thing coz I'm more of an illustrator and making fanarts.

I'm truly grateful to the people helping me out on this and for encouraging me in trying NEW THINGS!

A major thanks to @geekgirles and @indayia-indy for looking out and helping me all the way, and to all the people supporting me on this one!

Without further ado! I present to you...

CRESCENT ~●🌘●~

This story takes place after the world tour, and slowly depicts of a hidden past of the ancient times of all trollkind, way before the strings existence. In the present, the trolls finally lived in harmony and is co-existing one another and their lives once more, a one big party. However, things may escalate in more adventures romance, comfort, isolation, hurt, and longing. The truths of the past, may be revealed, in the most unexpected of places.

  “One… two… three…” a light green trolling counted, with his arms pressed to a tree bark and covering his eyes with it,  his back facing  the opposite direction. While he counted, his playmates looked for the perfect place to hide before the count ended.

“four…,five…, six…,” some were hiding in the bushes, some blended  in along with the foliage of the surroundings, and some went further to find a better hiding spot in hopes of not being caught instantly.

“seven… eight… nine…ten!” He took his small arms away from his face. “Ready or not, here I come!” beamed Keith as he trotted in their playground to find his playmates and looked to every possible hiding spots the place had to offer. As he looked for his friends, he heard rustling from a nearby bush. “Huh?” it moved again and Keith grinned from ear to ear as he found his first catch. He tiptoed to the bush as he rubbed his hands together evilly, thinking of giving them a little scare. As he got closer, he could hear small voices behind the bushes, proving his assumptions right. ‘Thought you guys can do better in hiding such an obvious spot now, did ya?’ Keith quietly chuckled menacingly.

“Hehe”

“Shh! Keep it down, he might hear you.” whispered a light-pink skinned trolling with yellow hair.

“Sorry I can’t help it.” squeaked the other trolling with purple skin and red hair holding both hands up to his mouth, stifling.

“Do you think he’ll find us?”

“Who knows, maybe he’ll find the others before he gets to us” shrugged the light-pink trolling.

“Oh, YOU’RE SO WRONG.”

The two trollings gasped simultaneously. “GOTCHA!” roared Keith as he grabbed the two.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!” they shrieked on the top of their lungs half-scared to death of Keith’s face appearing between them in the bush. Keith and the trollings stumbled in the dirt. Their high-pitched scream caused birds to fly out the trees, disturbed by the sudden outburst below.

The two trollings were clutching their chest as to calm their beating hearts. “Keith! You scared us half to death!” the light-pink trolling exclaimed waving her hands, exasperated as the other trolling nodded, frowning.

“I’m sorry Lilac, but do you guys have to scream like that?” he retorted as he furrowed his brows and put a pinkie in his right ear in attempt to soothe his ringing ears.

“We wouldn’t have done it, if you hadn’t scared us like that in the first place” countered the light-pink trolling as she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, the other trolling nodded in agreement crossing his arms as well. “Fair point” deadpanned Keith. Both trollings glared at him, waving his hands at them “Ok, ok! Sorry, I won’t do it again. It was just in all good fun.” rising from the ground and patting away dirt of his shorts.

“Looks like we’re out, Lilac.” The purple trolling shrugged.

“And most likely the first ones found too.”

“Of course you’ll be found first. You two are hiding in the most obvious spot of hiding places, and you guys can’t even stay quiet.” Keith quirked an eyebrow at them. The two looked at each other and smiled sheepishly. Keith shook his head in disbelief with his hands on his hips. “Yeah, I gotta go look for the others.” Running to the direction where the others might be, “Wait for us, Keith!” called the purple trolling as he and Lilac ran after him laughing.

Two pairs of feet ran as fast as their little feet could take them, giggling from the adrenaline rush and excitement. They stopped shortly, panting hard from all the running, knowing they were far from being caught, for now.

“I think hah… hah… this is far enough, hah… hah… don’t you think? panted the young troll with pink purple skin and bright blue hair with big headphones on the top of her head. Turning to her fellow panting companion as she leaned with one hand to a rock “Yeah, this is good enough, and I’m exhausted.” groaned the yellow skin and pink haired young troll, slumping all the way down to the rock beside her breathless friend.

“Hehe, he won’t find us for awhile now. We’re far out from them.” giggled the purple young troll, finally breathing evenly. “I suppose, we’ve been running like forever!” exclaimed the yellow troll, raising both hands in the air and bringing them down unto the ground again.

“That gives us time for a breather.”

“Yeah, we’ll just have to wait 'til Keith finds us.” laughed the purple troll, lowering herself to seat beside her friend.

As the purple troll took her time to be comfortable, the yellow troll looked around them, her smile slowly turning into a frown, as she realized something, “Uh, CJ?” worry in her voice, calling out to her friend.

“Hmm?” hummed CJ, now relaxing with closed eyes.

“I hate to ruin your moment of relaxation, but, we're in the middle of one place that trolls shouldn’t be even in broad daylight” fiddling with her fingers as she spoke, voice slowly getting low in volume.

“We’re in Misty Meadows.” Priscilla squeaked.

CJ opened her eyes almost instantly, as to what her friend said, and abruptly sat up, looking around the place. It was a bit misty even during the day, the forest seemed to be low in lighting, critter sounds echoed quietly in the distance from every direction. Both young trolls looked at each other. “I think we lost track to where we were running to.” the yellow troll finally spoke, worry etched on her face. CJ gulped at this, and said, “Maybe we should get out of here, and find somewhere else to hide and rest.”

“Yeah, we really should.” CJ quickly stood up and offered a hand to help out her friend. Priscilla reached out and managed to grab the offered hand when a crack sounded off nearby. Both trolls froze by the sudden sound, eyes wide darting for the source of the sound. They stayed still for a few moments, having enough of it. CJ pulled her friend up, and they both stepped away from the rock, slowly backing away still facing to where the sound went off. Both held unto each other’s hands tightly, to the point they were turning white from the tightness. Sweat forming on their foreheads, threatening to break into a slow trail falling down to their brows, their breathing quickening from nervousness, the pounding of their hearts got so loud,  they could hear it in their ears, and thumping hardly in their ribcage.

“What do you think it was?” Priscilla anxiously asked her friend.

CJ momentarily contemplated the possibilities, what could have made that sound? “Maybe it’s just a critter or something.” she skeptically shrugged. “Now, let’s get out of here before anything more freaks us out.”

BOOM!

The ground shook like thunder, hitting the ground with such force, the two young trolls slightly jumped and stood close to each other shivering in place, eyes wide like it was about to pop out of their head. They heard a growl and a small breeze hit their backs, making them shake uncontrollably from their toes to the tips of their hair and a looming shadow covered them completely. They slowly looked behind them, they frighteningly looked up to the massive figure above them. Their eyes widened in terror, as theirs met four dark beady eyes staring back at them hungrily, all the while snarling at them, with its sharp teeth on display, six long legs, towering over them ready to trap its prey, a tarantapuff.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!" They screamed on top of their lungs in horror, and the tarantapuff roared along with them, lunging itself at them. The two young trolls, evaded on time, and ran away from the huge beast in hopes of escaping the hungry predator. They gasped and panted heavily, the fright of becoming the spiders’ meal fueled them to their very core, forcing their small feet to move accordingly, to break free from the dreadful fate.

It snapped at them too closely, they were able to evade its big mouth on time, as they turned a sharp left changing directions, that was too close! Next time, they wouldn’t be so lucky, for the tarantapuff was even more pumped up and determined to not let its food get away.

They were getting tired from evading, and running, but they couldn’t stop now! “CJ! I’m getting tired.”Priscilla shouted.

 “Keep running Priscilla! We can’t stop now!” CJ shouted back. Priscilla braved a glance at their back, seeing the tarantapuff snarling at them right on their tail. An arched root of a plant caught Priscilla’s left foot and she stumbled to the ground, hard. “Ooof!” Her glasses fell off from her face and she landed face first.

CJ turned back in time to see her friend fall, “PRISCILLA!” she yelled, scared for her friend. Priscilla rose using both hands to support herself and winced of the pain she felt on her left ankle. She looked at it and panicked of the sight of her swollen ankle. “Oh no” she cried in fright, realising she wouldn’t be able to get away now. She jolted when a shadow, once more, towered over her, engulfing her form in darkness. Anxiously looking up, meeting the horrifying gaze of the beast with her own. Her sight getting even blurrier, tears were pooling her eyes and a tear managed to slip from her eyes and stain her cheeks with its wet trail. Is this how she was going to die? Being eaten alive by one of the vicious predators that most critters feared. CJ was crying at a distance away, she couldn’t move, she was shaking from intense fright for her best friend. She had to save her friend! She had to! But her body wouldn’t listen to her! She tried and every muscle in her body tensed heavily, it was starting to ache. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping the next moment she opened her eyes her body would finally go running back to her friend and protect her from the spider. When she heard it roar, she instantly opened her eyes, the world around them seemed to slow down in motion. The tarantapuff was pouncing on the small form from its line of sight down below opening its mouth as wide as possible. The hole that is the mouth of the spider has closed in on Priscilla, who seemed to be screaming in despair. CJ’s eyes widened even more, heart beat pounding hard in her chest a mile a minute she reached out a hand, hoping it would reach her friend instead.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!”

SLASH!

A loud thud landed on the forest floor shaking everything in its wake, plants swaying from the heavy fall. It was the spider’s body that fell limp to the ground. Lifeless. Everything fell silent, the forest, once more, falling back to its silence. CJ stood still with her tears still falling from her eyes. Her breathing was ragged from all the nervous rush she felt moments ago. What just happened? The spider, why was it in the ground? Priscilla was still there, her body rising and falling from breathing hard in the dirt where she sat, waiting for the inevitable. But it didn’t happen. The next thing she knew, her friend was about to meet her end. And it didn’t. She was confused. It all happened so fast. As these raging thoughts swirled in her confused mind, a figure in the distance before her moved. Her line of sight had come back to focus, and reality resided in once more.

A glint of light shimmered, from a pair of what looked like, two long blades held by a dark tall figure, standing a few steps away from Priscilla. ‘Huh?’ CJ questioned in her mind, ‘Who… is that?’ She eyed the tall figure. A black cloak on their shoulders, its torn edges ended right at their ankles' level. Dark purple mane, sticking upwards, swaying slightly from a breeze passing by them, sharp ears on each side of their head. She couldn’t really make out the skin color since they were mostly covered by their cloak but, she could tell, their skin tone was even darker than their mane.

Priscilla has long looked behind her seeing the tall figure, standing a few steps away from where she sat, in awe and slightly terrified of the figure's intimidating appeal. Despite their sharp look and dark tone, and two huge scars on their face, the first passing through their left eye and to the tip of their sharp brow and the other stretched from the lower side of their cheek, up to their temple. Their clothes were different from the ones that the trolls wore in their village. And their eyes were what caught her attention the most. Their eyes looked like they were glowing, even in daylight. Piercing green-emerald eyes, she noticed, they were like small gems for eyes.

“Are you all right?”

Priscilla’s stupor was broken by the rough hoarse voice coming from the dark troll. CJ snapped as well at this, and slowly went to her friend’s side. Walking a good distance from the stranger, she knelt beside her friend to check on her. Priscilla sadly smiled at her, happy that her friend was at her side again. This lasted for a moment, and they looked warily together at the dark troll.

Seeing the exchange, he sighed and lifted his hands with his blades in hand, he heard the young trolls squeaked shakily, he stopped and looked back on the two young trolls, scared of his sudden movement and caught the yellow troll’s hand at her left ankle. He could see the change in color of her skin under the young troll’s palm. Assuming that he was the cause of their bodily tremor, he then slowly lifted the twin blades all the way to his shoulder and sheathed them in his back, careful not to make sudden movements to scare the young trolls even more. It clicked, indicating that the blades were finally in place. He proceeded to reach from an inside pocket in his cloak, pulling out a small jar. After fishing out the item, he walked to the two young trolls. The two gasped silently and huddled to each other tightly, and looked like they were about to cry. Priscilla whimpered, mostly because of the sting of her left ankle. “Don’t fret, I don’t mean you any harm.” the dark troll spoke in his hoarse voice again.

CJ looked up at the stranger, doubtful of his words. His voice was kind of rough, husky even, but there was a gentle side of it. She looked at her friend, hand still on her swollen ankle and she looked like she was in more pain. She wanted to soothe her friend from the pain, but, she couldn’t do that on her own. So, she looked back at the dark troll, who was standing patiently, jar in his hands, gentle eyes glowing in a shimmering manner. Her heart calm, trusting the offered help from the dark troll, she nodded, and retreated her arms around her friend, as she was about to let go, firm hands gripped on her arms tight, not allowing it to go any further. CJ faced her friend, and saw the worried look on Priscilla’s face, her lips quivering. Her eyes speaking to her ‘don’t let go’. Seeing the message, CJ smiled a soft smile at her in reassurance. “Don’t worry, I won’t go anywhere. I’ll be right here. He just needs a moment to look at your ankle.” She said comfortingly.

“But-“

“I can’t fix your ankle without making it any worse. I don’t know any medical treatment. But, he’ll help you. He’ll help us.” Priscilla glanced at the stranger still not convinced. She looked at her friend again.

“Trust me.” CJ said, squeezing her friends’ hands in hers. Priscilla looked in her friend’s eyes, searching hers asking for her to trust her. She smiled sadly and nodded. CJ beamed at this and looked at the dark troll with a nod.

“See? You’re all better.” CJ inferred at her friend, sitting beside her the whole time, Priscilla smiled and nodded with her friend in agreement. It didn’t hurt as much as it would moments ago, her ankle was bandaged by a dull green cloth with a wet ointment underneath it, soaking the swollen area of the ankle. “Thank You, Mister!” Priscilla gratefully said, no longer scared of the dark troll.

The dark troll was putting away his things when he heard the chirpy voice of the injured young troll. He looked in their way and replied back “You’re welcome.” He stood up, hands in his knees leaning for support to lift himself up, until he was finally standing tall. He was large and tall for a troll. Dark and mysterious in a way, CJ couldn’t help but ask him, “Um, mister, are you from around here? I haven’t   seen you anywhere in the village.” Priscilla, widened her eyes at CJ, bewildered by her friend’s sudden questioning.

Caught off guard by this, the dark troll looked at her, casting a shadow over the young trolls. “No, I’m not.” CJ nodded at this, “So, you’re from another tribe then?” she asked again. Priscilla was gaping this time.

“Yes, I am.”

“Cool!” CJ jumped up from her seat, and her eyes were like stars. Priscilla stayed still, eyes still wide at the unfolding scene before her.

The dark troll was slightly taken aback by her actions, but he didn’t show it. “From what tribe are you then?” the dark troll opened his mouth but was cut off by another voice, “CJ! Um, isn’t it rude to bombard him with personal questions?” the stranger and CJ looked at her like she wasn’t there for a moment until she talked. The yellow troll then slowly shrank in their gaze in embarrassment, feeling like she did something wrong. CJ blinked, and turned back to the stranger, and looked up at him, in time to see him looking back at her as well. Realizing what she'd done, a blush creeping on her cheeks, as she smiled sheepishly. “Hehe, um, sorry about that.” She apologized.

“It’s… fine.” he slowly replied, and continued before he was asked any more, “Look, we need to get you both out of here before anything else comes out.” As he talked, he caught sight of the broken glasses and went to retrieve it.

“Yeah, we really should go back.” CJ replied taking a glance around them. “By the way, what’s your name mister?” she suddenly asked. The dark troll paused at this, halfway from picking up the glasses. He couldn’t reveal his name and proceeded in picking up the broken object.  As soon, as the dark troll got a hold of the glasses, they heard a snarl behind them. The dark troll swiftly turned around, feet dragged along the dirt, and falling into a protective stance in front of the two young trolls. CJ and Priscilla gasp loudly by the sight of five tarantapuffs. Fright taking over their body, and huddled shakily together even more scared than ever.

‘This is not good!’ the dark troll mentally said to himself. He glared at the huge five opponents before them. And chanced a side glance to his small companions, they were trembling uncontrollably, terror shadowing in their eyes. He groaned, thinking how they were terribly at a disadvantage at this point, running away would be futile with five predators that could corner them to their deaths. There was only one thing to do, “CJ, right!?” he unintentionally yelled. CJ jolted at this and looked at him “Ye-yeah??” she shakily answered.

Priscilla had a bad feeling. “You two need to run as fast as you can, and away as possible as you can! Run back to your village!” He then pulled out his twin blades from his back, fully unsheathed in their full glory. “I’ll distract them while you run. Now GO!”

“But Priscilla, she can’t run!”

“And I can’t see well!” they both shouted back with emphasis, finding it impossible to do so.

“You’ll have to do what you can! Even if I take you there myself, they will still catch up on us! Now, hurry! They’re coming closer!” declared the dark troll.

“I’ll hold them off! Now, GO!!” he roared jolting the trembling trolls and, try as they might, ran miserably towards their village. “Be careful, mister!” shouted CJ, as she helped her limping friend.

A tarantapuff tried to chase them but was blinded by dirt splattered right into its beady eyes, screeching from the pain. The dark troll smirked at his accomplishment. But, it was not over yet.

Taking one last glance to assure they were far enough, the spiders screeched at him angrily for being blocked by the dark troll. He glared back at them, his eyes gleaming dangerously, readying his stance. And he took a deep breath closing his eyes temporarily in concentration. The beasts are now advancing for him to make him pay for what he did. He opened his eyes, glaring intensely at his advancing foes. He lunged with speed and jumped so high in the air, the sun’s brightness was blocked by his form. This made the spiders squint, and stopped them from their march. The dark troll descended with his blades, ready to strike, and cried a battle cry.

There you have it! 1st chapter of 'Crescent'. Hope you enjoy this, coz there WILL BE MORE!

Til' next UPDATE! 😉🌘

[green-spear-of-causality]

For the OTP prompts thing, 6 Proto-Cu and Robin again? Sorry for asking again, I just really enjoy your writing.

6. "Here, take my blanket/jacket." "I'm not cold." *Shivering*

Ah, thank you!! I realized that the last prompt you asked me barely hinted at the ship at all, which I'm going to make up for here! I should really change up the POV, though...if this pairing is requested again it'll be from Robin's POV!

(Lowkey read the 6 as a 4 and started laughing at the mental image of Robin hissing at Proto Cú like a cat)

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Proto Cú loved winter.

The smell of freshly fallen snow, the blanket of white across the landscape, the tiny fluffy crystals floating down towards the ground from the heavens...

He loved it all.

His other counterparts, unfortunately, shared other opinions. Cascú griped about the heat being turned up in Chaldea, which usually upset his concentration and raised his already abnormal body temperature. The layers of clothing he had on certainly weren't helping any. The other Lancer complained about the cold forcing them and their Master off of the battlefield, which meant less fights for Lancer and more time to do anything but fight. And Alter...

Proto was pretty sure that Alter hibernated.

So when Master suggested that they go see the auroras at the North Pole the night of Christmas Eve, Proto Cú was ecstatic. He was so ecstatic that he forgot to bring any extra layers with him, opting for a thin black turtleneck and relying on his own abnormal body temperature to keep him warm. Emiya, with his parental instinct, had managed to give him a pair of dark blue earmuffs to protect his ears from the biting winds before they left.

And protect they did. Proto Cú wrapped his arms around himself, glancing at the other Servants who gathered for the sights. He could see Diarmuid and Jeanne leaning against his Alter counterpart, talking quietly with smiles that refused to leave their faces. To his left was Arthur, awkwardly wedged between Gilgamesh and Ozymandias, the other kings' laughter trapping him in place.

Proto Cú winced. I kinda feel bad for the guy.

"Oi, there you ar- What are you wearing?!"

Proto Cú regretfully let go of his hold on himself to face Robin Hood, who stared incredulously at him as he made his way over.

He grinned, waving him over. Ever since the pranking incident gone wrong a couple weeks back, Robin seemed to hang out with him more often and even gave him a portion of his food for breakfast.

Sometimes, too, they'd visit Robin's forest to talk for hours on end. Proto Cú liked those moments the best; there, Robin was more open, more honest with both himself and others. Those moments always left Proto Cú wanting more, though for what he didn't know.

Robin's voice brought him back to the present. "Where's your coat?"

Proto Cú's grin turned sheepish. "I...may have left it behind."

Robin's eyes glinted, scrutinizing his face. Proto Cú's cheeks started to warm under the intense examination. Wait, what? "You got too worked up about the event, didn't you?"

Proto Cú's sudden interest in the snow made him huff in exasperation. The Lancer spared a glance his way, and was surprised to find something fond in the way he looked at him. What's wrong with me? Why am I thinking like this?

He glanced away, missing the frown that flashed across Robin's face. Before either of them could break the awkward silence, Da Vinci stepped up onto a soap box and spread their arms out wide.

"Hey, everybody! Thanks for coming out tonight! The auroras are supposed to appear any minute now, so please turn your attention upwards!"

Dozens of eyes turned towards the sky...and Proto Cú's breath was blown away.

A myriad of colors painted the sky, flowing and billowing on an unseen wind. The snow that fell into their faces was fluffy but light, allowing them to get a good look at the sight before them.

An uncontrollable grin spread across Proto Cú's face. In the background, he can hear other Servants cheering and the younger Servants playing in the snow.

Proto Cú himself laughed, the sound drowned out by the cacophony of voices that rose up in wonder. This...is what I'm fighting for. Screw Solomon's Grand Order; we don't need it.

His happy mood was interrupted by a sneeze. It was so sudden that it took himself by surprise, and it was only a few seconds afterwards that he felt how cold it was.

He shivered, rubbing his arms in an attempt to warm them up. He was starting to regret not picking a heftier sweater to wear...

Robin sighed next to him, the closeness of the sound making him jump. "You can be an idiot, sometimes. Here; take my cloak."

Proto Cú's eyes narrowed, his head turning to look at him. "What - "

He stopped when Robin moved to place himself in front of him. He was already unclasping his hood, hands quickly yet gently reclasping it around Proto Cú.

Robin refused to look at him. "Just shut up and let me work."

After a few moments Robin took a step back, satisfied with his handiwork, and Proto Cú's words died in his throat.

It was...warm. It was certainly warmer than he thought it'd be. The cloak quickly warmed him up, and he buried his nose into the fabric with a contented sigh. The fact that it smelled like pine trees, like Robin made the temporary gift all the better.

He looked up, beaming. "Hey, thanks Robin!"

Robin made a strangled noise, turning away. It was then that Proto Cú noticed how red his ears were, not to mention the dark green sweater that looked more like a coat.

"...Don't sweat it. Bathory gave me this to wear, so that was just getting in the way."

"Hey, don't say it like it's something repulsive!" Bathory seemed to appear out of thin air, making them jump.

A knowing smile stretched across her face, as teasing as it was merciless. "Ah, so this is why you ran off."

Robin gritted his teeth, turning away from her disdainfully. "As if. I'll take anything to get away from your energy."

Proto Cú blinked. He wasn't blind; Bathory's teasing, Robin's curt sentences, the stiffness in his movements. A grin threatened to break out on his face as he hugged Robin's arm, pulling him away from Bathory.

"Yup, he's mine, so go find someone else!"

Bathory stood, dumbfounded, until a laugh tore its way out of her body. "Ah, so that's it. My bad, I didn't know he was taken!"

Robin gaped.

Bathory waved them off, still laughing. "Have fun, you two!"

Proto Cú passed by his older Lancer counterpart, who looked ready to tease him when Emiya wrapped a black scarf around his neck. The Archer did it with such care that the other Lancer's words died on his tongue instantly, eyes wide and a blush spreading on his face like wildfire.

Proto Cú grinned. "Having fun with your date, older me?"

"Bite me." Fsn Cú grumbled, even as Emiya turned away with his ears burning. Proto Cú felt rather than saw Robin chuckling beside him, although it came out choppy.

Once they were a considerable distance away, Proto Cú let go. He scratched his cheek, realizing that in their escape they became separated from the partying group.

What the hell do I say now?

"...Cú."

That got his attention. Robin usually only ever called him Proto, although now that he heard his name fall from his lips...

He wanted to hear it again.

Shaking his head to rid himself of the sudden, sappy thoughts, he faced Robin. "Yeah? What's up?"

"Did you mean it?"

Ah, that. Proto rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling bashful. "Uh...yeah. You sought me out tonight, so I got dibs on you. Although, seeing your reaction was worth it in its own right..."

Robin fell silent, instead opting to watch the skies above. They stood side-by-side for about a minute or so before the May King spoke up again.

"I need to tell you something."

The seriousness in his voice made Proto Cú pause. He glanced at Robin, who stubbornly kept his gaze upwards.

"Listen...I - "

"I know."

Robin's eyes whipped towards him, mouth hanging open. "You - What...?"

Proto Cú smiled, light laughter leaving him. "I'm no dummy. I'm the Hound of Culann; I can tell when someone's pining."

Robin fell silent beside him. Proto Cú continued to talk, oblivious to the way Robin's frame shook. "Though, you hid it well. I was surprised myself; to think that the one person I was courting would end up developing feelings in tur- mmph!"

Lips, soft and gentle and warm, covered his own. Hands gripped his shoulders, preventing him from leaving. Eventually, Proto Cú melted into the kiss, hand reaching up to tilt Robin's head and get a better angle.

This was...sweet. It felt nice; it felt right. Proto Cú may have only kissed a few people in life, but by far the one he now shared with Robin was his favorite.

It was over all too soon, in his opinion. Robin pulled away first, looking smug. "If that's the only way to shut you up when you get going, then I'm gonna have a hell of a time doing this."

Proto Cú stared, dazed. Robin's eyes widened before a blush of his own erupted, causing him to hide his face in his sweater.

"Wh-What the hell are you doing, giving someone that look? I swear, you're gonna be the end of me..."

Proto Cú snapped out of it, instead chuckling as he carefully pried Robin's hands away from his face. Robin refused to look up, suddenly finding interest in the snow on the ground.

"You think I'm gonna let you go after a stunt like that?" He whispered as he drew Robin in for another kiss.

Indeed, winter was his favorite season.

[siempre-pedro]

My Kid Punched His Kid |5|

Single Dad!Teacher!Ben Hardy x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: A playground fight between two 8-year-olds bring together 2 lonely single parents.

In This Chapter: CUTE/ROMANCE OVERLOAD, you might have to take a break from how fluffy this is. Our favorite single parents first date. will they continue to have a love hate but mostly hate relationship after it? 

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: Here’s part 5 everybody!!! I’m so proud of this and really hope you like it. PLEASE COMMENT, I LOVE THE FEEDBACK!

TAGLIST IS CLOSED

Link to masterlist/playlist (totally recommend reading with the playlist on)

James lazily strolled into Ben’s bedroom Saturday evening with Frankie by his side, his small feet gliding along the dull white colored carpet as he turned the corner to the bathroom “Dad?” he questions. The man looks down and smiles through the thick layer of shaving cream on his face before lifting the boy onto the counter. He returned his attention to the mirror, praying as he brought the razor to his face, tonight was not the night to cut himself.  

“What’s up, mate?” he asks.

“How late are you going to be gone?” James asks between the giggles caused by Frankie licking his toes. Ben turns on the faucet and rises the leftover shaving cream off his face, he looks up and nods approvingly at his smooth skin.

“Not long I promise, just dinner and then I’ll come home. Uncle Gwil is going to put you to bed,” he explains as he helps him off the counter. Ben thinks about his son's tone of voice, did he not want him to go? Is he crying out for attention? Come on parenting! “Do you not want me to go?”  he ends up asking.

The boy shakes his head “No I want you to, dad. I promise,” James defends as he climbs onto the bed “Does she want to go out with you?” he jokes.

Ben cocks his head as he grabs his black suit jacket from off the bed “You know she probably doesn’t. I’m surprised she didn’t cancel,” he thinks aloud. That wasn’t a lie, he’d been waiting the entire week for Y/N to cancel on him with a lame excuse or to pick a fight so they’d be too mad at each other to go out.

“Do you like her?”

Ben starts to smile “Yeah, bud. I do, she’s not like other girls at all,” he says happily. “Alright what do we think?” he asks, slowly spinning around to get the stamp of approval. James eagerly nodded and gave him the thumbs up as he lightly bounced on the plush bed. Ben smiles and puts his phone and wallet in his pockets.

“Benny!” Gwil calls from downstairs. Ben runs and grabs his son who already was chanting to see his favorite uncle. “There’s my favorite 8-year-old!” Gwil cheers as the two descended the staircase.

“Remember to cook him actual food, I don’t want his teeth to rot. He’s into coming down to get cereal at 11 so that’s a no. Homework better be done,” Ben counts off all the instructions and puts James down who was whining at the fact it was a Saturday night and he shouldn’t have to do his homework that was due on Monday. Gwil rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets. As if he didn’t know the routine, he mocked his friend and nudged him with his shoulder.

“You’re nervous,” Gwil comments with a wide grin.

“Fuck off. I’m going to be late,” Ben brushes him off and heads for the door, a small bundle of nerves emerges from the pit of his stomach. Maybe he was a little nervous, he felt comfortable around her since he saw her almost every day. But this time there wasn’t a plethora of other parents or their own children, hell even alcohol wasn’t involved this time.

“Whatever you say, Mate. Have a good time,” Gwil laughs and shoos him out the door.

A few blocks away Y/N stood in the middle of her bedroom in her black silk robe as she held up different dresses to her audience of judges; Abby and Sampson. Abby wrapped her arm around the black lab’s large body and shook her head at the simple dark blue dress her mom held up. “I’m running out of dresses Abs,” Y/N sighs as she places it back in her closet.

The brunette girl sighs and scrunches her face “What else do you have Mom?” she sighs. Y/N bites her lip and tries to remember if she’d gotten ridden of it. It was a dress she bought with Lucy right after the divorce in an attempt to feel like her old self again. How symbolic, she thinks as she moves over the many hangers to find it in the very back.

She pulls it out and holds it up to herself to see if it would still fit. The dress was a tea length strapless powder blue dress. The pièce de résistance of the dress was the sheer high neck overlay with long sleeves and littered with shiny silver stars “That’s the one!” Abby gasps, getting off the bed to feel it with her own hands. Y/N laughs at her amusement and takes it off the hanger “He’s going to love it,” her daughter cheers.

Y/N takes the dress and slides into it in the bathroom, it fit like a glove. She had to admit that she looked damn good “Ben eat your heart out,” she whispers to herself as she pins back one side of her curly hair with a diamonded studded barrette. Abagail enters the bathroom and places a pair of opened toed block heeled shoes on the counter. “These?” Y/N confirmes, looking down at her. Abagail nods confidently and rejoined her dog on the bed.

Y/N emerges from the bathroom and twirls “He’ll like?”

“He’ll love.”

The doorbell suddenly rings, when the sound reaches the room the girls’ feeling start to shift. Abby clutched a little tighter to Sampson as she watched her mother nervously put her things into her purse. Feelings that were thought to be healed start to come out of a dark place in Abby’s mind. The fact that her mom was going on a date started to scare her, memories of the day she saw her dad strike her mom resurfaced. What if this man did it to her and she never came back? The girls lower lip starts to quiver and her blue eyes start to water. Y/N looks over and sees the sudden change in her daughter and concern washes away the nerves.

“A-Abby? Are you ok, darling?” she asks as she walks up to her. Abby stays still as her chest rises and falls rapidly, the tears starting to fall.

“W-will, h-h-he hurt you?” She asks between loud sobs. Y/N eyebrows knit together and lifts her up off the bed and into her arms. The child wraps her arms and legs around her, clinging to her body for dear life. Her sobs became louder and uncontrollable as she carried her down the stairs to answer the door.

Rami had already let himself in, Mary had begun to set up her sleeping back by the tv “What’s wrong?” he asks in a panic as his friend slowly make her way down the stairs, careful not to trip due to the heels she wore.

She places her hands on the back of Abby’s head and rocks her back and forth like she did when she was younger to comfort her “I-I don’t know,” she answers, “She asked if he’d hurt me…I thought therapy got her over that,” she whispered, trying to keep calm. Rami lovingly rubbed the girls back and sighed softly.

“Did you tell her who it was?”

“No! I thought it would be too confusing! I should cancel, he’s probably going to be late anyway.”

She was wrong. After she stopped speaking the doorbell rang and everyone’s head turned to look at the white door. Abby buried her head into the side of Y/N’s neck and her body clung to her tighter shuttering in fear. Y/N crossed the room and placed her hand on the doorknob reassuring her the whole time.

She was met with Ben’s smiling face but that beautiful smile quickly turned into a frown when he saw the state of one of his star students. Y/N wasn’t even able to take in the sight of how good he looked in a formal suit “What’s wrong?” he mouths.

“Grant,” she whispers simply. The blonde instantly understood what she meant by saying his name “Abby I want you to meet my date,” she coos, rubbing her back. Abby shakes her head and cries harder. “This is Ben.”

Ben’s jaw tightened and he reached out to touch her back “Tabby?” he asks softly as he takes a few steps closer. Abby’s cries soften at the sound of the nickname and the man’s familiar voice “Tabby look at me.” She complies and slowly turns her head, her wet eyes scanning him.

“You’re taking my mom?” she asks shyly, now embarrassed that he saw her cry.

“I-I am. Do you trust me?” he asks her which she nodded in response. “I promise to keep her safe.” The corners of his lips tugged upwards into a kind smile, the one he greeted her with every morning.  She weakly smiled and asked to be let go. Y/N sat her down and bent down to hug her tightly.

“Will you be ok with Rami and Mary?” she asks.

Abby nods and wipes her tears away “I will.”

“Call me if you need me to come home,” she encourages as she stands up and grabs her purse from off the table by the door. Abby just stands there and nods along with her breathing slowly returning to its normal pace. She trusts her teacher and she’d be lying to herself if she thought she didn’t like the idea of her mom going out with him. He was nice and had a kid, she liked James a lot he was as kind as his dad, a little awkward but he was nice.

Y/N rubs her hands together and approaches Rami “Please call me if anything happens,” she whispers pleadingly. The Egyptian nods and smiles at her reassuringly, his arms folded comfortably across his chest.

“Go have a good time, she’ll be fine. If you don’t go Lucy will kill you. I will kill you.”

Her nerves kept itching at her as they left the house “I’m sorry Ben,” she sighs.

“Y/N you have nothing to be sorry about, she’s seen things no kid should ever see. I’m glad you told her it was me,” he reassures opening the car door for her.

It was another gloomy night in London when they reached the heart of the city, the clouds covered the last of the glowing moon when they pulled in front of the restaurant. It was probably foreshadowing how their date would go. Fate had a funny way of setting up something no matter how mundane it was that would trigger a fight. Embarrassing wouldn’t it be to have all those people stare at them just eating at the bit to throw food at each other. The halt of the car brings her out of her thoughts turning her head to the parked car in front of them “Ready?” Ben asks, turning off the car.

Y/N sits up in her seat and quickly gets out, smoothing out her dress before shutting the car door. Ben walks around the car and holds out his arm for her. She raises an eyebrow and stands up straight which makes the teacher grumble and shakes his arm “The road hasn’t been paved in years…I don’t want you to fall,” he says through gritted teeth. Her Y/E/C looks down at the parking lot below her feet, after nodding in cautious agreeance she loops her arm around his.

When they walked inside the restaurant Y/N held back a gasp, her hand clenched onto his forearm a little tighter. This wasn’t a restaurant, it was a palace. The bright chandeliers hung on the cream-colored ceilings that were squared off with gold leaf detailing. Ben let go to walk up to the hostess stand so she took the opportunity to walk around the waiting area, it was like a dream or a ball since all the patrons wore their finest. She comes across the mirror and checks her hair for any fly aways when Ben walks up behind her. He himself is like a dream, like all the ones she’d had about him; beautiful.

She took his arm this time willingly but he didn’t offer it like the last, she turned on her heels and snakes her arm through his that was pressed against his side. The man smiles softly and follows the other man to their table. It was a round table in the middle of the room covered with a long white table cloth. They took their seats and as they opened the velvet menus she asks “How can you afford this place you’re a single father and a teacher?” Ben looks up from his menu with the green eyes lowered grumpily. “Let me help you pay for all this?”

“You’re a single mom and an artist,” he retorts. She lets out a small laugh and leans back in her chair, she looks at the overpriced food in a language she couldn’t understand and nodded along with his comments.

“Touche,” she says.

“I have it covered, I had to dip into the rainy day fund but it’s worth it.” Her eyes shot up at him, his face remained calm as he looked down at the menu.

“You take all your dates here?”

“No just you,” he mumbles as his fingers tap the menu.

A blush graces her cheeks and to hide it she brings her menu higher, before her giddy smile breaks out the waiter approaches with a wine list clutched tightly to his chest “Welcome to Le Loop may I offer our signature wine?” he asks monotone. Ben peered at the red wine with interest the wine list looking more desirable to him.

“Wait,” Y/N interjects, placing the menu on the table, “I want to see if we can do this,” her pointer fingers motons back and forth between them “without alcohol.” Ben’s eyes tear away from the wine and sees her pleading expression.

“Water will be fine, thank you,” he orders and she orders the same. The waiter's lips form a tight smile before walking away swiftly. The pair look at each other briefly with confident smiles, maybe they could actually pull this off without the liquid courage. Maybe was a strong word, fate will prove them wrong probably.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asks with a small twinge of laughter in her voice when Ben’s eyes flip back and forth between the open menu and his cell phone. Ben’s puckers his lips in thought and narrows his eyes as he types into his phone with his thumb.

“Google translate. I can’t understand any of this shit,” he complains keeping his voice down so it doesn’t attract the seething gazes of the people surrounding them. Y/N can’t help but to laugh at his actions, her hand delicately comes up to cover the snickering.  “Like seriously what the bloody hell are these things.” She studied his face as he tried to make out the French words, his messy brows would furrow together when he attempted to speak and how he would push his curls back when he got further in his face journey.

“Get lanières de poulet.”

“What’s that?”

“Chicken strips,” she giggles.

He was slightly embarrassed that he did in fact order the chicken strips, come all this way and spend all this money to get his sons latest obsession. But in his defense they were fancy chicken strips, they had a little sprig of green leaves on top and were served on a gold-rimmed plate. And they were good, hella good “So tell me,” she starts, swirling around mashed potatoes with her fork “How many first dates have you had?”

“Ah, we’re starting with the hardball questions.”

“Yeah so tell me.”

Ben wipes his hand with the cloth napkin and places it on the table “A few, I’ve put myself out there but they never make it past the first date,” he answers.

She leans back in her chair “Why’s that?”

“It all goes downhill when I mention I have a kid. Women love the idea of me but as soon as they know about James they don’t care.” Her heart slumps at his answer, gloom was hovering over their table waiting to ruin the evening, she wouldn’t let it.

“I have a daughter,” she comes back with, the corner of her mouth turned upwards. It got him to smile and laugh a little bit, gloom dissipated as they both laughed together.

“What about you? Any other first dates?”

Y/N simply shakes her head “Nope,” she pops the P and taps her plate gently with her fork. “I haven’t been on one since you know,” her voice suddenly drops and her smile slips. Ben frantically tries to apologize as he sits up in his chair and reaching his hand out for hers. She slowly takes it and runs her thumb over his “You don’t need to apologize, its been years and I need the push to go out…so thanks.”

“Well as your first date since your divorce I hope I’m doing alright,” he tries to lighten the mood.

“You’re doing better than I expected, I thought we would have fought by now and one of us would leave,” she admitted. Ben flashes a charming smile and winks before returning to his dinner, he never let go of her hand the entire time. She didn’t try to pull away either instead, she sat there the whole time as the conversation distracted her from eating with her non-dominant hand so she could hold onto his.

Ben hated this part; the check. He prepared himself for this and she as worth it, goddamn this woman was worth it. Putting on his best game face as the disgruntled waiter places the black book in Ben’s hand, his face was stone cold as he read the total, but a small grunt could be heard. Reluctantly, he slid his credit card into the small clear pouch and watched as his money walked away. “You didn’t have to spend all that money, Ben.”

“I know I didn’t. I wanted too,” he responded, taking his card back and shoving it in his pocket.

As they exited the restaurant she took his arm and used her other to place on his bicep. He looked at the car and then across the street at the lit up the walkway and the glowing yellow lights from Big Ben and other marvels of their city “Ben?” she questions looking up at him.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” he asks with a lopsided grin. He honestly wasn’t ready to go back home it was the first night in a long time where he felt he wasn’t waiting for an excuse to come home like in the past where he’d wanted James to act up so he could leave a terrible date. He prayed she’d say yes.

“Let me check in with Rami,” she says before quickly taking out her phone. It wasn’t a bad idea, he took out his phone and was greeted with 7 texts all from Gwil ‘Have you gotten laid yet?’ ‘car sex is wild mate!’ Ben rolls his eyes at his friend's responses and sends back ‘fuck you. I’ll be out a little longer.’

Y/N’s messages, on the other hand, were the exact opposite ‘Mary and Abby are watching a princess movie marathon. Please enjoy yourself.’ ‘Are you having fun yet?!?! The girls are asleep.’ Y/N smiles and puts her phone away and looks up to meet Ben’s glare on her “Let’s go.”

It was an oddly quiet evening, very few cars drove on the bridge allowing the small talk to echo in their ears. The chill of the water below them rose, her shoulder brushes against his arm, her hand rubbing the warm material of his coat for more warmth. Ben’s green eyes fell upon the look of the clock to the side of them “Second star to the right,” he starts to quote, his voice low as if he didn’t mean it to say out loud.

“And straight on till morning,” Y/N chuckles finishing the quote.

“We’re reading that in class,” he informs her as they stop walking to take in the sight of the landmark. Y/N laughs and rests her head on his shoulder, nodding.

“I know. Abby hates it…she prefers the movie,” she admits.

Ben scoffs in mock offense “You showed her the movie before the book? Y/N as a teacher I’m offended,” he starts. Y/N rolls her eyes and releases her arms to lean on the stone railing of the bridge “James is going to read the entire book first, then the cartoon,” he explains.

She hums in response “Because you know he’ll lose all interest?”

“Precisely.” They start to laugh when he stands next to her, his forearms resting against the cold stones and his hands rubbing together. A sudden smell fills Y/N’s nostrils, it's salty and delicious she examines. The glorious smell makes her turn her head, a pretzel cart was just a few feet ahead of them. Her painted lips form a smile and quickly walks, practically bouncing over to the cart, leaving Ben by himself mid-sentence. The pretzel slowly turning inside the warm glass container was going to make up for the lack of good food she knew they both wanted and didn’t get.

She trots back with the golden brown treat in hand “Want some?” she asks, practically shoving it in his direction. Ben happily takes a chunk of it, reclaiming her arm to continue their slow walk down the bridge. “I was visiting one of my best friends in the States and he had five of these at a Yankees game, God I thought he was going to vomit,” he laughs at the story.

“Gross, we’re only eating one,” she reminds him with a giggle.

With every step and small joke they make he starts to fall for her, they argue over the last chunk and God he loved every last second of he lighthearted argument. Obviously, she had the last bit that thorn in his side. Her pleased and triumphant made his heart skip a beat, and once they got to the other end of the bridge they look up at the buildings.

“In all my years I’ve never truly seen the city like this,” he confesses.

“Abby’s too young to really appreciate it, I-I’m glad I’m here…with you,” her confident voice falters and her eyes are unable to meet his surprised face. Panicked she let’s go and places her hands over her stomach feeling uneasy about admitting her feelings. She rushes over to the edge of the bridge and looks down at her reflection staring back at her in fear of throwing up at the sudden wave of feelings. What the hell was she thinking?

Ben’s reflection enters the scene below them in the dark water only illuminated the street lights. “You never cease to be a pain in my ass Y/N,” he starts making her roll her eyes “But I’m also glad I’m here with you too.” She looks over and smiles up at him which he returns, their eyes are briefly locked only to look down at each other's lips. Gravity was pulling them together, Ben more than Y/N when he takes the final plunge and places his lip over hers.

The kiss was much better than their first the only they shared at the bar with the taste of alcohol and lust on their lips. This one was soft and filled with nerves, they could faintly taste the salt of the pretzel and the bitterness of his cigarettes. She pulls away and drags her tongue over her bottom lip their eyes looking towards the ground “Ben,” she speaks.

“Hmm?”

“Will you kiss me again?” she asks finally looking up at his perfectly flushed face. He nods and places his hands on her waist to pull her in. Wrapping her arms around his neck he places his lips to her again, their chests pressing together. His hands snake around to touch her lower back, fingers gripping the fabric of her dress.

What felt like an eternity later Ben quietly walks through the door of his home, closing and locking the door behind him. Gwil quickly entered the room with a shit eating grin on his face “How’d it go?” he asks clearly amused to hear of the date.

“Mate it was probably the best date I’ve had,” Ben whispers, taking off his jacket and throwing it on the back of the couch. Gwil could see the lovestruck smile on his best friends lips, it was a smile and attitude he hadn’t seen even before Victoria left him.

“Are you falling for her?” he asks seriously.

“I am,” Ben laughs in disbelief “Can you believe it? I’m actually falling for someone, she’s the most irritating thing and I-I can’t get enough of her.” The brunette claps him gently on the shoulder.

“I’m proud of you, Mate.”

In another quiet home, Y/N sat curled on the couch with Rami opposite of her with his daughter groggily sitting in his lap as they talked before they left “You kissed him?”

“I did,” Y/N takes a hair tie and pulls her nicely done hair into a messy ponytail, her heels discarded on the floor.

“This is the same guy you told me a month ago should rot in a hole on the edge of the earth?”

“That’s the one.”

A small silence fills the air as the Egyptian thinks about what to say next, a million thoughts and questions were swirling around his mind “How do you feel about him now?”

“I like him. I still want to punch him in the face but I like Ben.” She placed her head on the couch, a happy smile forming on her lips. Rami reached out and touched her calf before getting up and reminding her to get some sleep. After he left she left her things on the floor and walked up the stairs and peered into her daughter's room to check on her. Abby’s brown curls sprawled on the pink pillow her chest rising and falling peacefully. Y/N closed the door behind her, it was time for well-deserved rest.

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BTS365 Prompts.Week 31

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      July 30th - August 5th

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Kim Seokjin - pants

You were walking through the shops collecting groceries for the week, the two of you buying a few extra snacks and other indulgent food. Joking and having fun down the aisles, before calling it a day and heading home. You packed the car and sang to the radio the whole way home looking at Seokjin with hearts in your eyes. 

The day couldn’t be any more perfect when you arrived at your apartment complex parking garage where you had called the elevator. After ten minutes you wondered why the elevator wasn’t coming. You saw someone exit the stairwell.

“The elevator broke again, you will have to walk.” The stranger called and Seokjin looked at you with pure horror on his face. The two of you took to the stairwell like two fresh gazelle stumbling to find their feet. The sheer amount of panting coming from each of you was laughable and you passed others heading up and down the stairwell equally exhausted.

You collapsed on your living room floor and stared at the ceiling. “Is the ice cream melted.” Seokjin didn’t move anything but his right arm grabbing out the two ice creams and handed you one soft ice cream. It was nice laying there with him. You both managed to get the frozen food in the freezer before collapsing back on the tiles and falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Min Yoongi - Milk

Sitting at the piano in the studio, you were playing a stupid song waiting for Yoongi to return from collecting the food you both ordered. You played the random melody and thought it sounded pretty good so you added to it and hummed.

“Sometimes I look in the mirror and I see myself,

I notice the way I think about you with a smile,

Curved lips I just can't disguise.

But I think it's strawberry milk making my life worthwhile.

Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?

Strawberry Milk or… You?”

You laughed and Yoongi stood in the doorway holding the bag of food in his hand and frowned reaching into the bag, “Answer carefully, which or would I say who you like more?”

You saw the bottle in his hand and grinned at him “Of course it is you, Yoongi.”

He was about to argue when you wrapped your hands around his waist burying your head into his chest “It’s always you.”

Jung Hoseok - drive

Hoseok was just another kid in the class, you never really crossed any paths but you could see he was hiding something behind his bright smiles. You observed him everyday trying to find out what it was, he often came to your work after school to grab a sprite and he would give you a polite simple but today he didn’t. You thought back to things he said and did and something clicked. He didn’t leave with his usual ‘see you tomorrow’. No he said ‘Goodbye’ and it wasn’t normal.

It didn’t sit well with you. You texted around and found his address and ripped off your uniform shirt and threw it at your rude boss and pulled on your jacket and ran down through the streets. You got to his apartment block and you buzzed. 

“Hoseok, I need your help, Like I really need you right now please?” You panted and the door buzzed open and you ran up the stairs tripping and grazing your knee on the sharp stair. But you didn’t slow down. You knocked on the door and he opened his eyes red you pushed passed him. Throwing open his bedroom door you broke down on his floor crying and he cried falling to his knees and you threw a punch to his chest.

“You didn’t think people wouldn’t care.” He apologized repeatedly and you pulled him to your chest and he cried against you. The two of you had fallen asleep exhausted. When you woke it was late and he looked you over. 

“Where are your parents?”

“They work late, only coming home on the weekend to tell me to study and give up on my dreams,” he sighed, rubbing his hand over his forehead, “stupid reason I know, where is your shirt?”

“Oh, I ripped off my uniform at work and ran here because I knew something was wrong.” He nodded guilty at the fact you told him you just quit your job, for him and his stupid decision.

“You did nothing wrong,” you stood up and went to his room grabbing a bag and packing it full of his clothes. You pulled off your jacket and pants and borrowed a shirt and pair of shorts from him and he was looking at the wall.

“Come on?” You took his hand and he blinked at you in confusion.

“Where are we going?” his voice was raw from his crying and you squeezed his hand.

“For a drive, I have been saving my money, let’s go,” you smiled and pulled him away from his home.

Kim Namjoon - call @knjkitten

You knew you shouldn’t have gone to the club, no matter the fight but you needed to destress and forget about everything. You were dancing, having a blast, and drinking way too much. You stepped out of the club and went to call a cab, your phone had over 124 missed calls and twenty seven voice mails. 

“Hello y/n, Namjoon is upset and worried please call him back?” Taehyung asked and you remembered why you went out.

“Y/n, Call Namjoon back?” Suga huffed into the phone and you felt the fire return to your body, you felt it clouding your judgement.

“Hey noona, It’s JK, Namjoon is asking if we have seen you, please tell him where you are, he is worried” There was a moment in the way Jungkook described your boyfriend that made the anger die down. There were more voicemails and you listened to them all slowly and you heard his voice.

“Baby, I am so sorry, okay. It was a stupid arguement and I don’t even care about it anymore, please I just want you to come home.” You listened to three voicemails of him asking you to come home and telling he loved you and was worried about you. “Please be safe, I am scared you are out alone, please come home soon.”

You opened the door to his apartment and you saw him asleep on the couch, dried tear tracks on his cheeks and a damp pillow case. “Baby,” he whispered, sitting up and pulling you onto his lap where he hugged you. “Did you go dancing?”

“Yeah I went dancing.”

“Did you have a fun time?” He asked “I am sorry we fought, I hope that you had more fun while you were out tonight and you forgot about the fight while I worked on me?”

Park Jimin - uncontrollable

It wasn’t really a question you had to ask, you would happily give your life for anyone. You were selfless and you wanted your life to have meaning and if it was to give someone a chance then that’s what you would do. It wasn’t that you didn’t value your own life and wanted to throw it away you just didn’t want someone else to suffer. 

So, here you were sitting next to them, in the broken space station aimlessly floating through space. You had one escape pod and it could fit you all and even get you back to earth safely. But the control panel was broken and the only way to send it off was to hit the command from the outside.

The longer you waited the further you floated off course. You could all easily survive for your entire life time on the station but you didn’t want them to be stuck out here so you did the only thing you could. “Pack your bags and all the supplies you can fill into the pod, I think I figured it out, I can do a delayed release, I can time the command and we can all be on board. Give me time to make the command.” 

You went to your room and grabbed your duffel bag and pretended to pack when really you made a video saying goodbye and you filled the bag with more supplies for them and a few of your mementos for them.

You get back to the pod handing your bag over and you wave the storage device in your hand. 

“I did it, is everybody ready to go home?” You asked

“Yes, we are just getting some more food.” Seokjin said and then continued filling the storage and you watched them all go in and buckle up, “How long do we have until take off?” 

“About three minutes, I planned if not I think the timer will give me thirty seconds either way enough for me to duck inside and sit.” You lied and they all got comfortable and you looked up meeting Jimin’s eyes, he was watching you. 

You avoided his eyes and looked at the screen and began typing the command hoping you could time it and survive but when you hit the button to execute the new command the doors sealed shut they all started shouting. You turned your back on them and lowered your head. “I knew you would do this?” Jimin’s voice spoke clearly from behind you, you turned tears in your eyes. He hadn’t left.

Kim Taehyung - girlfriend

It was better to be logical and not let things like emotions cloud your judgement. Emotions are dangerous and the world would be better off without them, people wouldn’t kill, hurt, cheat or steal, if there were no emotions. You didn’t smile, nor did you frown. It was a plateau that you were happy to be stuck in.

You were different and it was noticeable, they said you were socially inept and had given you a carer, many carers actually none survived a week. You battled with words and facts and were well versed in both.

Today you were getting another carer and you were no different in disposition. You watched them as they entered with the manager who took them around the house and introduced you both. “You are y/n, it is so nice to meet you,” you nodded and he grinned brighter, “my name is Taehyung.”

When the manager left you hadn’t expected him to pester you so badly, he never budged you had even tried insulting him and he was either not smart enough to understand or didn’t care. He dragged you to a cafe with comic books and he explained different series’ and saying completely dumb things making you crack a smile for the first time in many years before pulling you along again.

You were out all day and you were tired, you wanted to go home feeling a frustration towards this young man but you still followed him trying to suppress it. He took you to the movies and you scoffed at the stupid romantic comedy, that is until the male lead confessed his undying love and kissed the female lead making your heart constrict with an unfamiliar and rather disgusting emotion. He was making you feel things and you didn’t like it.

Jeon Jungkook - spot

You were a masseuse for the BigHit idols Bangtan Sonyeondan. Currently you were massaging Jungkook’s shoulders and he sighed happily falling asleep in his chair. “How do you do it?” Seokjin asked, they were discussing your super power to put them to sleep, you turned grinning.

“She probably just presses his neck so the blood stops flowing to his brain and he passes out.” 

“Everyone has a certain spot?” You smiled. “That feels nice and makes them relax.”

This was true and for Jungkook it was behind his ears.