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misselko · 3 years

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It's my biggest dream to have a big brother but... oh well. I never had any in my whole life! That's why I decided to try to write this platonic headcannons for my own self-indulgence.

How would the Blue Lions treat their younger sibling that also goes to the Officers Academy?

BIG BROTHERS (BLUE LIONS)

Dimitri

He always loves his little sibling wholeheartedly! Always there whenever you need his help with anything. Lessons, training, homework, horseback riding, or life advice. Big brother Dimitri always gives the best piggy back rides!

Protective towards his younger sibling because you were the only family that he had left after the Tragedy of Duscur. With his life as cold as it is, he doesn’t want to lose other close ones.

Whenever you have nightmares, he will welcome you with open arms to sleep together in his quarters, trying his best to comfort you. He did the same thing as well. When the nightmares and voices become too strong, he always seeks you out for comfort because you can understand him, understand the way he feels and act the way he does since both of you have suffered from the loss of your family’s death.

Even when he was being distant, he only scowled and snarled, but rarely pushed you away when you approached him and insisted on taking care of him in the cathedral. Healing his wounds or bringing food and drinks from the Dining Hall. Dimitri will only look at you silently, accepting your kindness.

Never let you participate in battles because he didn’t want to expose you to danger. But when you really have to, he will always stay close to you. Even when he went feral like a beast, your safety was his utmost concern, especially on the battlefield. Goddess please have mercy on enemies that trying to strike you. He will attack them mercilessly.

Sylvain

He used to protect you from Miklan abusive behaviour when you were kids, taking the brunt of his aggression so you’d be safe. Sylvain is even willing to do his best to defend you from Margrave Gautier’s mean ways to prove your worth (solely based on Crests). And he will do it again in a heartbeat for you, both in your Academy days or battlefield.

Something’s bothering you? Big brother Sylvain’s on it! He will take his time to talk and try to make you feel better. He might not look like one, but actually he is good with keeping secrets safe! Sylvain values communication and affirmation because he’s seen what negligence can do to someone.

Sylvain will always take care of you before himself and he doesn’t hide that fact. For as goofy as he is, Sylvain is a smart and quick witted. He will offer his help whenever he sense your distress, taking his time to help you with studying, training, or anything that you need help with.

He never said it but he really loves his little sibling with all of his heart. It’s amusing to see that the famous philanderer always keeps tabs on you like an overprotective big brother whenever you go with your special someone. The redhead doesn’t want his little sibling to have a partner that’s overly flirtatious or mistreats you because he knows that’ll break your heart. He just wanted the best for his little sibling!

You know that he always tried his best to look tough and cool in front of you, but his wounds from jumping in to protect you against enemy attacks sure hurt a lot. Both of you knew that he would lay down his life for you in a heartbeat but... just like him, you wanted things to be as comfortable and safe as possible for him as well. He really should cherish his life more. He’d be panicked if you cried over him about it.

Felix

Felix will never turn down a request from his little sibling despite his endless complaints and annoyed sighs. He may make a stink over how it’s a ‘pain,’ but he won’t say no.

He may not be the nicest, not emotionally expressive (aside from anger, determination, and rude words), and sometimes he’s downright just an ass. Both of you often ended up in arguments but he was always taking care of you secretly.

Expect your favourite cakes or small trinkets on your desk whenever he went to the town with Sylvain. But never try to ask him about it, he will get upset and might snap at you!!

Loyalty, honesty, and dependability are what he used to show he cares. On the outside it might appear to onlookers that he hates everyone and everything, but when things get tough he’s the first one you can call.

Anytime there is a battle Felix will get annoyed if you try to go on which would end up annoying you because you aren’t fragile, and might end up having an argument. But if you do end up going on the battlefield, both of you know that you can handle yourself. He always gets beyond anxious that something bad might happen to you that he almost shakes. Ironically though Felix might end up running straight to the enemies where you’ll have to follow behind him to make sure he didn’t do anything reckless.

Dedue

Words are rarely changed between Dedue and his little siblings. He may not be verbal with you, but his sentiment shows through his actions. When you were busy with upcoming exams, he often brought your favourite snacks or foods that he made by himself.

There’s no talking, and he just sits there beside you in silence. Drawing comfort from your reliable big brother really helps with your studying or relaxing time. Sometimes he will gave you some advices on learning on errands or tasks patiently

You often helped him to take care of flowers in the greenhouse. Roses, daffodils, lavender, carnations, anemones, forget-me-nots... Gentle Dedue taught you a lot about flowers and gardening. He almost choked in happy tears when you gave him a watering can and a flower wreath for his birthday. Hugging you and smiling warmly.

Sometimes a heavy pang of sadness gnaws at your heart whenever mean people bully both of you because of the Tragedy of Duscur. Big brother Dedue always tried his best to protect you from that kind of insult with a stoic face. It was very nice of Dimitri to defend both of you from that slander.

Dedue will get ferocious if someone dares to lay their hands on his little sibling on the battlefield. He will ask you to go to a safer place or stay behind him. It’s a known fact that being a retainer to the future king does not leave him much free time. But he always check on your well being after to battle ended before tending his wounds.

Ashe

Ashe always works hard to provide for his little siblings to prove that the world is still worth living in. He loves to see you happy and to hear your laughter.

He’s as open as his books even though his communication skills sometimes flop on him. Since your parents and Lord Lonato’s death, he acted like a parent figure for you. Offering moral support and genuine care for your well being. He can be such a worrywart sometimes but please don’t tell him so, he will be very sad if you told him that.

Weekends are very enjoyable with Big Brother Ashe! Cooking together with him and the Professor always brings so much joy. Bonus point if Dedue helped as well! It will be a delightful feast for Blue Lions!!

As much as he loves his little sibling, Ashe wanted you to be more independent. He will teach you life skills such as haggling, saving, and cooking. Dimitri often gave him some delightful sugar candies from the town that he shared with you when you had to stay up late for the upcoming exam. Hopefully that’ll help to keep you motivated!

The hurt of people he cares for is his own. It always pained Ashe to kill someone but he has to do it to protect you from the enemies. When Ashe loves he does so with his whole heart and won’t hesitate to show it. Their wounds sting him just as much, especially when his sibling was hurt on the battlefield. Expect lots of his handmade cooking and gentle care for your quick recovery!

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flightfoot · 4 years

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Perspective From Another Timeline

Thanks to my betas @steelblaidd and Izzybusy!

I ADORE @buggachat new Bakery Enemies AU. This idea just kept on swirling through my head, I had to write it! This is set between parts 13 and 14, so after Adrien meets Alya and Nino but before Marinette starts sympathizing with him. AO3

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“You okay?”

Alya shook her head, trying to clear it. “I’ll be fine. I’ve weathered worse than that - we both have.”

Nino grinned at her. “True that.”

Alya smiled at him fondly, remembering Heroes Day. It was a bittersweet memory, with her having been turned against Nino and them both being akumatized.

But they had fought to protect each other as best they could. She’d seen Prime Queen’s footage, how Carapace had struggled to get her to fight against Dark Cupid’s magic, how he’d only given into despair after she’d given into akumatization.

“What did that blast do to us?” Nino wondered. “Everyone else the akuma blasted just disappeared. Why’re we still here?”

Alya’s brow furrowed. “I dunno… hold on, let me check to see whether any new info on the akuma’s been uploaded.”

Pulling out her phone, she tapped on the Akuma News Alert app.

An error message popped up, telling her that she had no internet connection.

Puzzled, Alya checked her phone’s other settings.

No wifi - no wifi even recognized, much less connectable - no cell service, no connection to the outside world at all.

She glanced over at Nino. “Hey, you got any signal?”

Taking out his own phone, he quickly checked his connection. He shook his head. “Not a single bar.”

Frowning, Alya looked around. “Maybe all the cell towers were taken out?”

Everything looked intact though, no sign of any destruction at all.

Something else caught Alya’s eye. “Hey Nino, what time should it be?”

Nino blinked. “Well I mean lunch just started so it should be a little past noon-”

He glanced around, noticing the long shadows and the pinkish-orange of the evening sky.

“-which it clearly is not anymore,” he concluded.

Great. “Guess Ladybug and Chat Noir must’ve taken a while to defeat the akuma,” she said, putting her phone away. “Hopefully my parents aren’t too worried. They like me to text them just after an akuma attack, but right now…?” she gestured to her pocket.

“My folks aren’t as worried,” Nino said. “But they still expect me back home before the sun goes down. They’ll be getting nervous soon.”

Alya let out a small sigh. “So much for playing Super Penguino together.”

“Hmmm…” Nino’s eyes gleamed. “You know… it’s not night just yet. And I’m sure my parents would understand if I was a few minutes late because I grabbed a bite to eat.”

Grabbed a bite to eat? What was Nino hinting at…?

Alya looked around at their location more closely.

Wait… that blast seemed to have carried them to that one park, the one near-

Alya grinned. “I think my parents will forgive me for not calling in if I bring them fresh-baked treats from the best bakery in Paris.”

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*ring ring*

The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the store.

Instantly Alya felt her shoulders loosen up, releasing tension she didn’t even know she’d had. There was just something so warm and comforting about the bakery.

Of course, a lot of that was due to the people running it. Good luck finding more friendly, caring people than Marinette’s parents. Sabine often checked up on anyone who seemed to be struggling or upset (and ready to protect them if they were - Alya had seen the video of the time a TV crew decided to invade Marinette’s privacy), and Tom was basically a giant teddy bear in human form.

But neither of them were manning the counter today.

Instead a young woman stared back at them.

A very familiar-looking young woman.

“Marinette?” Alya asked cautiously.

The woman stared at her for a minute. “Alya?” she finally asked. “What happened to you?” She paled. “Did a new supervillain attack? Is that why you and Nino are younger?”

Huh. Weirdly scared reaction from Marinette. They’d all gotten used to supervillains by now. She’d expect an older Marinette to take them in stride even more than the current Marinette.

Hm… an older Marinette, a different time of day, and Marinette not seeming to know about the latest akuma attack?

“Marinette… what year is it?”

Marinette blinked for a moment. Her eyes widened.

Seemed Marinette understood what she was getting at.

She told Alya the date.

Her hunch was right. “We’re in the future,” Alya breathed.

A wicked grin slowly spread over her face.

Five years was a long time. A lot of things could have happened. A lot of information could’ve come to light.

Like Hawkmoth’s identity.

Or more information on the Miraculous.

But most importantly right now-

She leaned in close to Marinette, making sure to keep her voice down, just in case someone else was around in the back. “So did you ever get together with a certain blond-haired, green-eyed model?”

“Uh… what?” Marinette asked, looking puzzled.

Alya snapped her fingers. “Adrien. Did you and Adrien finally get together? Ooooh, if you did you’ve GOTTA tell me how the confession went! Or, no, wait, don’t tell me, I want to get the deets at the time. Just let me know how long I’ve got to wait, girl!”

Marinette just stared at her, slack-jawed. “Adrien… like ADRIEN AGRESTE?!” she said, her volume rising with every word.

Alya’s eyebrows flew up. “Um… yes…?”

She’d thought that Marinette would be glowing about finally getting together with her crush, or dejected about still not being able to spit out what she wanted to say to him, downcast over him rejecting her, or maybe even infuriated because he mistreated her and they subsequently broke up.

(The last one was VERY unlikely though. After the Felix debacle, she’d learned to have a bit more faith in Adrien’s good nature.)

Shock at the concept of dating him? Not something she’d anticipated.

Footsteps echoed from behind Marinette.

So one of Marinette’s parents must’ve been in the back-

Adrien popped his head around the corner.

Seemed both he AND Marinette had aged well.

Not that Adrien looked all that different. Taller, definitely, maybe with slightly messier hair and… were those earrings? They looked good on him.

“Hey dude!” Nino waved at his best friend. “What’s up?”

“Uh…” Adrien said, scratching the back of his neck.

“WOW those outfits really take the years off, huh?” Marinette said loudly, shoving them out the door. “Make you look smaller than usual. Well we better go talk about plans later okaybye-”

She promptly slammed the door behind them, physically pushing them away from the bakery.

After Marinette had dragged them a good distance away, Alya finally got over her shock, turning around and glaring at her. “What was that about?!” she asked Marinette indignantly, hands on her hips. “You know me, I wasn’t going to spill anything to him. That’s why I was talking so quietly! Why’d you have to do that?!”

Nino frowned, seeming more concerned than annoyed. “Adrien looked really hurt by that. Not cool.”

“There’s nothing to spill!” Marinette protested, gesticulating wildly. “I only met him for the first time two days ago!”

*record scratch*

Two-

Two DAYS ago?!

Ok, hold up.

“Adrien joined our collège class the day after I did! He sits in front of you in class! What’re you TALKING about?!”

“Uh… no…?” Marinette tilted her head to the side, befuddled. “I think I would remember that, even if it was a few years back.”

Alya let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, no kidding. He would be uh, difficult for you to forget. Heck, even if your memory was erased, you’ve got so much stuff revolving around him, I couldn’t see that lasting long.”

Marinette blushed. “Why do you think I have a crush on him?! He’s HAWKMOTH’S SON!”

“WHAT?!” Alya and Nino yelled in unison.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated Hawkmoth a couple years ago,” Marinette explained, pulling out her phone.

A moment later she held it up, showing a blog post from the Ladyblog.

Oooh, that’s a nice graphical design. I’ll have to look into updating my site, Alya thought.

Turning her attention to the picture, she squinted. “Hey, can you enlarge the photo?” She asked.

Marinette complied, enlarging it and turning her phone sideways, letting it fill the entire screen.

Gabriel Agreste being led away in handcuffs by the police, with Ladybug and Chat Noir in the background. Ladybug looked satisfied, with maybe a twinge of melancholy, but Chat Noir…

He stared vacantly ahead, seemingly not focused on anyone or anything, a smile on his face - but the most forced one she’d ever seen.

“What’s wrong with Chat Noir?”

Marinette frowned, looking troubled. “I don’t know. He seemed really, really upset when Hawkmoth was defeated. It was a tough battle, bad enough that neither of them have returned since, but that doesn’t explain why-”

She trailed off, lost in thought.

A moment later she looked up, meeting Alya’s eyes.

Immediately she waved her hands around, trying to ward off… something. “I- I mean, that’s what I read on the Ladyblog and what I could piece together from video footage, it’s not like I was there, NOPE. I was huddled in my room the entire time. Not like I have any insight into what Chat Noir was acting like during the battle, not beyond what any other civilian would know! That would be ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!” she let out a few forced guffaws.

Alya’s eyebrows flew up.

O...Kay…?

Maybe Marinette had been following Ladybug and Chat Noir during the final battle and hadn’t wanted anyone to know? She’d wondered whether Marinette might have a thing for Chat Noir, but her crush on Adrien dwarfed any feelings she might have had for him. Plus it’s not like Marinette would actually know Chat Noir, unlike Adrien.

Thinking about Adrien…

“He must’ve been devastated,” she murmured. Marinette looked at her questioningly. “Adrien, I mean,” Alya clarified. “Having your father turn out to be a terrorist? I can’t even imagine.”

Marinette buried her face in her hands. “Not you TOO,” she said, her voice muffled.

Nino slowly started edging his way behind Marinette.

“What’s your problem with Adrien?” Alya asked. “Did he do something?”

Marinette glanced away. “Not… exactly… I just… I’m afraid that it might all be an act. That he might’ve been helping Hawkmoth secretly, and… and even if he wasn’t before, that he might just be biding his time, waiting until he figures out who Ladybug and Chat Noir and then BAM!” she slammed her fist down on her other hand. “He takes them out, steals all the Miraculous, frees his father and rules Paris FOREVER!”

Alya reached out towards Marinette tentatively. She collapsed into Alya’s arms.

Hugging her tightly, she sang a soft nonsense song, rubbing small circles in Marinette’s back.

She’d done this a few other times since she’d met Marinette, though she’d never thought she’d do it underneath these circumstances.

Whatever these circumstances actually were.

Did everyone have amnesia or…?

“Do you have any big memory gaps?” Alya asked once Marinette’s breathing had calmed down. “Especially from five years ago?”

Marinette shook her head.

She’d shelve that theory for now then. More likely it was…

“An alternate timeline, huh?” Alya said.

Marinette looked up at her questioningly.

“That’s what I think this is,” Alya explained. “I WAS thinking that maybe there’d been some sort of mass amnesia, but if you don’t have any memory gaps - and trust me girl, with how involved you were with Adrien, there WOULD be memory gaps - that seems unlikely. I’m betting this is some sort of alternate universe, one where Adrien never got to go to school.”

“I still don’t get why you think there’s something between me and Adrien!” Marinette said. “I mean sure, he’s pretty, but did I really fall for him just for that?”

Alya shook her head. “Actually, you hated him at first. Chloe’d been bragging about how he was her friend, and with that on top of you catching him trying to remove the gum Chloe’d planted on your seat and mistaking it for him PLANTING the gum… well… both of us just assumed he was a spoiled rich bully, just like Chloe. Luckily that turned out not to be the case.”

“How’d that misunderstanding get cleared up?” Marinette asked. “And how did your Marinette jump from that to crushing on him?”

Alya grinned. Marinette had ranted about this moment to her SO. MANY. TIMES.

“School let out later that day. It was raining and Marinette had forgotten her umbrella, so she hung back a moment, long enough for Adrien to approach her. At first she looked away from him, not wanting to acknowledge his greeting. But then he told you - told her I mean - that he hadn’t done it, promised that he’d just been trying to take it off with such sincerity that she had no choice but to believe it. He opened up to her, even though she’d been shunning him just moments ago. And finally he gave her his umbrella, just because he could. Because it was the kind thing to do. She’s been a goner ever since.”

The Marinette in her arms looked away. “I can see why she might have developed a crush on him. But I still dunno whether I trust him.”

“I don’t know whether I have anything that could convince you on that,” Alya admitted, “especially since this is probably a different timeline, and for all I know he could be evil here. Just make sure that you’re judging him on his own merits, okay? Not who he’s associated with. Not his fault he has so many crappy people in his life.”

“I’ll… take it under consideration,” Marinette said reluctantly.

Marinette looked from side to side. “Where’d Nino go?”

“Oh, he snuck back into the bakery several minutes ago.”

“WHAT?!”

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Nino opened the door to the bakery, letting out a small sigh of relief. He really wanted to check in on his best friend, and judging by Marinette’s behavior, she wasn’t exactly keen on him or Alya chatting with Adrien.

Thinking back on what he’d just heard, he frowned.

He wished he could say that he’d never have suspected that Gabriel was Hawkmoth.

That he didn’t think Adrien’s old man could ever be capable of such evil.

But he knew better.

The guy threatened to withdraw Adrien from school and isolate him from everyone else at the drop of a hat, paid little attention to his son when he was at home, and was a very negative influence on his life in general. He might have been grieving, but… so was Adrien. He needed the only parent he had left.

And instead Gabriel had chosen to respond by becoming a supervillain and terrorizing Paris, endangering his own son in the process.

He really wished he’d gotten to hit Hawkmoth with his turtle shield more. At least he got to relish the smack he got in.

“You’re back!”

Nino looked towards the voice.

Adrien walked closer to him, a tentative grin on his face. “I didn’t think you’d return so soon!”

“I had to come back to talk to my best friend,” Nino said.

“Best friend?” Adrien asked, blank-faced.

Oh, right. According to Marinette, Adrien hadn’t joined their class. She hadn’t even met Adrien until recently.

Had some sort of memory-wiping akuma attacked? Wouldn’t have been the first time.

“Do you know who I am?” Nino asked, pointing at himself.

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… well I know you’re friends with the Ladyblogger and Marinette, and… sorry, that’s it.”

He looked really apologetic, like a dog who’d ripped up a bunch of toilet paper and acted guilty about it once caught.

Hm. If it had been a memory-erasing akuma, maybe he could jog Adrien’s memory…?

And even if it wasn’t, he wanted to let Adrien know that someplace, somewhere, people cared about him. If Marinette’s reaction to him was any indication, he’d need that reassurance. Being looked at with suspicion, having people run from you just because of who your dad was, thinking that you might’ve been involved in his crimes… he couldn’t imagine.

“You joined our class the day after Hawkmoth first attacked,” Nino told him, pulling out his phone.

Adrien shook his head, looking confused. “Uh… no? I wanted to, I REALLY wanted to go to school, but Father-”

He cut himself off, looking away.

“Marinette said the same thing,” Nino told him. “That you hadn’t enrolled in our class, that she’d only met you recently. I don't know what that’s about, whether everyone’s memories were wiped, or an akuma messed with the past, or what.”

Come on, come on, where was it- ah!

He clicked on a photo, one taken a few months ago, holding his phone up so his friend could get a better look.

Adrien squinted for a moment. His eyes widened. “That’s-!”

Nino nodded. “Our class photo. The official one, anyway.” He chuckled. “I liked our unofficial ones better.” Swiping to the side, he showed the new ones the class had taken at the park.

Adrien’s jaw dropped more with every new photo. He let out an involuntary bark of laughter at the one of himself, Nino, Kim, and Juleka posing. “I- I always wanted to mess around like that at photoshoots,” Adrien said. His voice trembled slightly. “But I wouldn’t be able to get away with it. And that’s mostly fun when you can share it with friends, at least share the picture, and I- I couldn’t. Chloe wouldn’t have appreciated it, and L-”

He cut himself off, shaking his head.

“Luka?” Nino asked.

He didn’t know why Adrien would know Luka and not anybody else, but he seemed the most likely option.

“Uh…” Adrien scratched the back of his neck, looking away.

Hm, he’d have to see if he had- ah!

“You played in Kitty Section too, with Luka, Rose, Ivan, and Juleka.” Nino explained, clicking on the video.

Adrien’s hands shook as Nino handed him the phone, watching the mini-concert.

“I- I was allowed to- I got to-” Adrien’s voice quavered.

“Not at first.” Nino grimaced, remembering how bummed Adrien had sounded when he called him. “Your old man said that Agrestes were soloists, and that we were all bad influences.”

“HE was the bad influence,” Adrien said. A current of anger, of venom ran through his voice that Nino had never heard before.

“Well I already knew that, even before finding out he was Hawkmoth,” Nino said, making a face. “Dude needed to chill out.”

Adrien snorted. “If he had any ‘chill’ he wouldn’t have decided that becoming a supervillain was the best way to heal my mother.”

Oh.

So THAT was why Gabriel had done it.

He’d just thought it was standard ‘I’m an asshole and want to rule the world while being a jackass to everyone in my life’ behavior.

(He still wasn’t going to rule out that being a factor.)

Nino put a hand on Adrien’s shoulder sympathetically. “At least he’s gone now and you’re free, right?”

“Right,” Adrien said. He didn’t meet Nino’s eyes.

“Not you TOO,” Marinette had said, burying her face in her hands.

As if she found it exasperating that Alya sympathized with Adrien. As if she had expected differently.

Those worries she’d voiced as Nino had been tiptoeing away, about Adrien helping Hawkmoth, about him lying in wait, biding his time… Marinette probably wasn’t the only one to have that concern. And with Adrien’s face being as well-known as it was...

“You AREN’T free, are you?” Nino asked, eyes wide.

Adrien sighed. “I was as surprised as everyone else when I found out who Hawkmoth was. That someone who’s caused that much harm, that much trauma to this city, lived in my own house.” He clenched his fists, digging into his jean’s fabric. “I could barely believe it… no… I didn’t WANT to believe it.”

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “I- I only remember snippets from right after his arrest. The police chief talking to me. Riding back to the station. It’s all a blur. Everything felt like I was processing it underwater. It was all so blurry and muffled. Even- even then, though, I could feel everyone’s accusing stares.” “I understand why, don’t get me wrong,” he cut in hurriedly. “Who wouldn’t be suspicious of the son of the terrorist who’s been making everyone’s life miserable for the past four years?” Adrien almost panted with exertion, his eyes wild. “And- and it was happening in my own house! Underneath my nose! I should have KNOWN! I could’ve stopped this!”

Reaching out, Nino pulled his friend into a hug.

Adrien stiffened for a moment, before melting into his embrace.

“It’s his fault, not yours,” Nino murmured. “Remember that, dude. He was the adult. He was your parent. Your ONLY remaining parent. I’ve met the guy. And I’ve heard you talk about what he’s like. If you had investigated more?” Nino shuddered, thinking about the disproportionate punishments the bastard had enacted. “And knowing he was HAWKMOTH on top of that? I’m kinda glad you didn’t. Yeah, maybe you could’ve ended things sooner. Or maybe he would’ve hurt you more before you had the chance. I’m just glad you survived.”

“I-” Adrien’s throat sounded tight. “I’m- I’m glad I survived too.”

They stood there for a moment, Nino feeling Adrien’s breath go in-and-out, his heartbeat racing, until it gradually started to slow.

*ring ring*

Adrien and Nino broke up their hug just as Marinette burst through the door, Alya on her heels. She skidded to a halt in front of Adrien - but not quite in time, sending her careening towards the floor.

She never made contact.

“Woah!” Adrien shouted, catching her in his arms.

Nino detected a hint of pink to Marinette’s cheeks before she abruptly sprang to her feet.

“So, uh,” Marinette said awkwardly. “I’m guessing Nino talked to you about some stuff. I mean, of course he talked to you about stuff, because that’s what talking is about. What- what I mean is, what were you two talking about?”

“I wanted to show him how much we care about him,” Nino told her. “Especially since with this… amnesia?”

“I think it’s an alternate timeline,” Alya said.

“Especially since in this timeline,” Nino continued, “it really doesn’t seem like he had anyone.”

“I had a couple other friends,” Adrien told him quietly, giving a melancholic smile. “But I lost contact with them right after Hawkmoth’s defeat.”

Noticing Nino’s frown, he hastily added, “they didn’t abandon me or anything! They were online friends. One moved somewhere without internet reception, and the other... we never knew each other’s names. But we talked all the time. We chatted, laughed, defeated villains together…”

“In the video games we played, of course!” he added after a moment. He chuckled fondly. “We played as a team. Together, we were unstoppable, no matter what our opponent threw at us.”

Adrien swallowed. “But in the aftermath of Hawkmoth’s defeat, with all the turmoil, with everything that happened… I lost my means of contacting her. I- I don’t know whether I’ll ever get to see her again.”

“We’d promised to meet up after Hawkmoth’s defeat,” Adrien said. His voice cracked. “That- that once it was safer in Paris, we’d finally tell our names.”

His eyes dropped to the ground. “Instead, we lost each other. Maybe for good.”

“I know what that’s like,” Marinette said. She sounded strangely distant. “I had a friend like that too. I cared about him. A lot. Maybe… maybe even as more than a friend.” She said the last part haltingly, as if she’d only just admitted it to herself. “He- he wanted to know who I was. For me to know who he was. But- but I couldn’t do that. Not in Hawkmoth’s Paris. I already cared for him so much it ached. If I was closer to him than that- if I’d accepted his rose- I’m- I’m afraid Hawkmoth might’ve used the strength of those feelings against me. That I could’ve gotten akumatized, or he might’ve, and if we knew who each other was, knew WHERE the other one was… I just… I couldn’t accept that we might be sent to hurt each other.”

“We talked while the final battle was raging,” she continued. “He seemed really upset, more angry than I’ve ever seen him before, but… also kind of sad. I wanted to know what was wrong, but there wasn’t really time to press him. And after that battle he just… disappeared. I knew there was going to be some sort of disruption, but- but I’d thought we’d have more time to talk beforehand, that we’d be able to exchange new contact information. We were cut off before we had the chance.”

“I- I think of him every day,” she said quietly. “Wondering how he’s doing. He was always so positive, no matter what life threw at us. I hope that wherever he is, whatever he’s doing, he hasn’t lost that positivity, that optimism, the ability to see the best in the world and in others.”

“I’m sure he’d be happy to know you cared for him so much,” Adrien said, giving her a warm smile.

Marinette blinked, giving herself a small shake. She turned to Alya. “I dunno whether you’ll remember any of this after the Ladybug in your time restores anything, but on the off-chance you do, is there anything you need to know?”

“Oh!” Alya pulled up some footage. “You told me who Hawkmoth was, but what about Mayura?”

“Mayura?”

“Who?”

Alya snapped her fingers. “You know, the Peacock Miraculous wielder, the one summoning the sentimonsters! Did she not exist in this universe?”

She pulled up part of the fight against Mayura, the sentimonster Ladybug, and Hawkmoth.

The video ended, she took another glance at Marinette and Adrien.

Marinette seemed to be in shock, staring straight ahead.

Adrien frowned, thinking. “I’d wondered for a long time how Father managed to hide his supervillain activities from Nathalie, considering she was around him most of the time. I thought maybe she was just really good at never asking questions.”

He grimaced. “Looking at that? I’m betting she didn’t ask questions because she already knew the answers.”

“You think Mayura’s Nathalie?” Alya questioned.

He nodded. “Unless something’s different in your universe. My father doesn’t have a lot of associates, and the way he acted around Mayura there, how he was willing to pass up a chance to fight Ladybug for her Miraculous in exchange for catching her… the only people I can think of who he’d do that for are my mother and Nathalie, and mom…” he trailed off.

“I- I didn’t even think about that,” Marinette said guiltily. “I remember reading something about Gabriel having a secretary, but I didn’t think about her much beyond that.”

“Maybe you could ask this universe’s Alya to post something on the Ladyblog, telling Ladybug and Chat Noir she has a lead on who Mayura is?” Alya said. “I mean, I know they haven’t shown up in ages, but maybe that’s just because they haven’t had reason to.”

Marinette winced. “I… really don’t think that’s it… plus Ladybug and Chat Noir never said that someone was helping Hawkmoth. Mayura never appeared, at least in public. I don’t know what we can do about this right now, especially without proof. Maybe if Ladybug and Chat Noir appeared, but…”

She sounded doubtful. Alya was beginning to think that the final battle was even worse than Marinette had alluded to.

She hesitated a moment, before turning to Adrien. “I- I think I owe you an apology. I thought you might’ve been helping Hawkmoth, but… well… I was just judging you by who your dad was. You’ve been nothing but sweet and kind.”

Adrien smiled at her, though it was slightly strained. “It’s fine. I’m used to it. A lot of people in this city have suffered at Hawkmoth’s hands. I don’t blame them for being scared, or angry at any reminders of him.”

“That doesn’t make it RIGHT,” Marinette said heatedly.

Nino nodded. “Dude just because something’s done to you it doesn’t mean it’s justified, or that it shouldn’t be made better. Like with your old man forbidding parties. I didn’t let that stop me from bribing your bodyguard into letting me and the other guys throw a party at your place for you!”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “It kinda escalated though. I think half the guys at Paris were partying in your room by the end!”

Alya gave Nino a sideways look. “And ONLY the guys because they ditched us girls while we were planting trees with a lame excuse. Seriously if you’d said you wanted to throw a party for Adrien while his dad was away, you could’ve just told us!”

Nino winced. “Yeah, my bad. At least we got to have fun there for a while before the akuma attack.”

“Akuma attack?” Adrien asked, eyes wide. “But I thought you said Father was gone!”

“He was- OOOOOOOH.”

“Yeeaaaah I don’t think he was actually gone,” Alya said. “You threw a ‘secret’ party in Hawkmoth’s house, WHILE he was still at home.”

Adrien gaped at Nino. “How’re you not DEAD?!”

Nino chuckled. “Lucky I guess?”

*twinkle twinkle*

A familiar red mass flew towards Alya and Nino.

Adrien’s eyes widened.

“Behind the portrait!” he blurted out, just as the two of them were enveloped by the ladybugs, spiriting them off to whence they came.

It was silent for a moment.

“Do you think they heard?” Adrien asked Marinette.

“I hope so,” she said, looking off in the direction the ladybugs flew.

She turned to him. “I was planning on setting up some hang out time with Alya and Nino later this week. If you’re not busy… would you like to join?”

His smile told her everything she needed to know.

#bakery enemies au #ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #marinette dupain cheng #buggachat

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sleeping-on-cracking-ice · 4 years

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Can i request for a Stray Kids reaction where their S/O has friends that make very mean jokes at him/her, and even though he/she doesn't care being mocked, it still sounds very cruel? Thank you very much!

Here’s your request!

Stray Kids | Their S/O’s friends say cruel jokes about them

{Stray Kids Masterlist}

Warning(s): swearing

-Bang Chan-

Knowing how caring and loving Chan is, it would break him when he founds out his S/O is getting made fun of by their friends

Even if they were just jokes, he would hate hearing them say it

But he wouldn’t mention anything right away, just assuming it was a one time thing

But when he noticed it was on going from the texts his S/O received from them as well as when he saw them all together

He would bring it up to his S/O in a serious conversation

Saying how he doesn’t appreciate the way their friends talk to them

Even if they reassured they were fine, Chan would still be worried

If their friends did that in front of him, he would probably call them out for it and tell them to quit it

*rest is under the cut

-Lee Know-

He would not take any shit from anyone

The only person who’s allowed to bully his S/O is him, but even then he knows when it’s too far

He would get so defensive of them as soon as the first joke left their friends mouth

His S/O would have to pull him away and reassure him that they don’t care

But knowing how stubborn he is, he wouldn’t believe them

Their friends would definitely cut it out after a tough grilling from Minho

But if their friends kept doing it, he would just tell them to not hang out with them

“They’re not as cool as me anyway.”

-Changbin-

I feel like Changbin would be kind of awkward about it

Like he wouldn’t know what to do about it

He would want to intervene and say something, but he also doesn’t want to seem like he’s intrusive on his S/O’s friendships

Probably would randomly bring it up in conversation

Or he would say a sly comment about one of them, complaining about their harsh humour

He would keep a close eye on it, so if it got too intense and was borderline abusive, he would be ready to jump in and defend his S/O

-Hyunjin-

He’d be a bit like Minho, except a little less immediate

He would be taken back if anything, but would make a remarking comment to them back

He’s sassy af, so no one can make fun of his S/O without facing some of his sarcasm

His responses would always make their friends shut up

After a while, if his S/O’s friends complained about his behaviour, he would just immediately bring up their jokes about his S/O

Would say that if they stopped the jokes then he would

-Han-

Han would be really sad about it

He would hate that his S/O didn’t tell him about their friend’s harsh jokes

So when they first cracked one, he was taken back and immediately looked at his S/O to see if you’re upset

But when he saw them just act normal he’d be confused

At first he wouldn’t know how to react, just kind of letting it happen while trying to figure out how to say something about it

Probably just a simple “don’t say that” every now and then

When he hears one of them say something, he would whisper in his S/O’s ears that they’re being stupid and not to believe them

-Felix-

Felix would be sad about it as well

It doesn’t matter how much his S/O reassures him that they’re fine, he would always believe that every joke made them feel upset

Constantly reassures them not to listen to their friends

If they did it in front of him, he would wrap his arms around his S/O and drag them away, wanting to distract them

But if they’re friends followed, he would just simply tell them to go away

He would probably mention something to the friends privately and not with his S/O, hoping that they understand his concerns

If his S/O cried because of it, that’s where he would draw the line

He would try to find them new friends and also encourage them to hang out with him and the rest of Stray Kids instead of their friends

-Seungmin-

Seungmin would be annoyed about it

Mainly because his S/O was okay with it

He doesn’t think friends should treat each other that way, so he would get confused when his S/O says that it doesn’t offend them

Doesn’t take their word for it and insists that they should not hang out with their friends

Probably would insist coming with them when they were hanging out with their friends in a group

But if he didn’t go, he would be anxious about what they would say to his S/O

He makes it a more dramatic than it really is, being worried mainly for their emotions

-I.N.-

Jeongin would be quiet about it

He would notice it very quickly, and would bring it up to his S/O

But when they said that they weren’t bothered by it, he kind of let it go for a bit

But when it got worse, he kept saying that it wasn’t normal

Probably just comforts his S/O about it, always giving them things to say back to them if they’re being rude

He wouldn’t ever get involved directly, but he would always be there if they needed advice or comfort about the situation

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Prompt: Day One: Cooking, Day Two: Cuddling💕 Pairing: Mason/Male Detective Words: 3293 Summary: Mason is sick. Mason's not supposed to get sick, but magic tends to not give a shit if you're a big, tough vampire man with a reputation to maintain. A prompt fill for @wayhavensummer that I wasn't sure I'd finish, but I'm glad I decided to. I combined two prompts into one, along with the inclusion of the bonus challenge, "love languages!" Juni's love language is Acts of Service~ CW for emetophobia. Nothing actually happens, but it is discussed!

“I’m not a vampire, Mason,” Juni said to him when he clicked on the lamp on his dresser and Mason growled loudly in protest. “I’m sorry, but I can’t see in the dark.”

Mason's growl became a long, low groaning noise as he dragged a pillow over his face. It helped more than he cared to admit, being immediately plunged into soothing darkness and smothered in the warm, sweet scent of the detective buried in his pillow.

Still, he feels like absolute shit.

The illness should run its course in just a few days, from what Juni’s relayed to him about Nate’s research—since he won’t leave Juni’s apartment (he’s not going to say can’t, because that implies weakness, implies that he couldn’t even if he wanted to, and he could, he just won’t, and that’s all there is to it) until he’s well, and refuses to go crawling to the Agency when he just needs to wait things out.

If he went to the Agency, he’d just be “waiting things out” the same as he is there, only he’d be doing it alone in a stiflingly empty observation room, bored out of his fucking skull until someone decided to come poke at him for science. At least here, he’s got Juni fussing over him.

It’s sort of… nice, being fussed over.

And Juni would be fussing whether Mason was here or not. He’d probably be driving himself crazy with worry, making himself sick with it, if Mason were stuck at headquarters without him, and the thought of that makes Mason feel even worse than he already does. It’s really best for the both of them that the vampire is here, buried in a metric fuckton of blankets (because even if he feels like he’s going to burn alive, the second he leaves them the sweat cools on his skin and leaves him trembling) looking into the blank, beady eyes of a patchwork plush cat.

His entire body aches, throbbing dully from the top down, but he reaches out with a heavy arm and turns it around so it’s not fucking staring at him anymore.

Juni’s been gone for a while, but Mason can hear him over the low ringing in his ears, puttering around in the kitchen. His senses are weakened by the bizarre magical illness Juni’s likened to the flu after hearing the symptoms, but he hears the detective humming quietly to himself, smells some spices and herbs he’s too exhausted to bother identifying over the low thrum of something metallic and familiar.

Mason's stomach growls at the same moment it churns. Hungry, but the very thought of consuming anything, blood included, makes him feel nauseous.

He doesn't know how Juni managed to sweet-talk Adam into handing over Mason's blood rations for the few days it would take this sickness to work its way through his body, but it makes him faintly irked he'll have to disappoint the detective when he tells him he doesn't even think his traitorous stomach can handle it, no matter how hungry he is. Juni always looks so pitiful when he can't help, soft doe eyes and pouty mouth and genuine, heartfelt distress rolling off him in waves. Mason groans into the pillow and comforts himself by drawing another detective-scented breath deep into his lungs.

And then Juni knocks on the doorframe (of his own fucking bedroom, because he's ridiculous, and Mason's chest squeezes) and calls, "Still alive in here?" softly teasing, his voice carefully lowered in deference to Mason's throbbing skull.

He makes a rough noise and tosses aside the pillow, because the only thing better than being buried in Juni-perfumed sheets is taking in the scent of him right from the source.

Juni always looks so different when he's at home. He relaxes, softens, like a bird coming to roost. His shoulders aren't so tense, his eyes stop darting like he's waiting for an attack (something Mason noticed even before Juni was actually under attack every other week) and he just, he looks settled and safe. After the shit he’s been through, he deserves to feel safe.

He opens his mouth to say something, but Mason just awkwardly squirms his way out of the blankets to free his arms enough to reach out.

"C'mere," he grunts.

Juni laughs, and the way his cheeks curve, the way they make his eyes crinkle at the corners, makes Mason hate whatever magic bullshit allowed him to get sick in the first place with a burning fury that feels like it's immolating him from the inside.

Or maybe that's the fever.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Juni teases when Mason growls. It's not as fierce as he hoped it would be, which is more than obvious when Juni only smiles indulgently at him.

He perches on the edge of the bed and smooths a hand over Mason's clammy forehead, making a soft, commiserating cooing noise. Mason wants to be annoyed, wants to growl again, complain about being coddled, but the sound that comes out of him is not a growl, or a curse, but a soft moan. He pushes up into Juni’s hand and closes his eyes.

“You’re still burning up,” Juni sighs, sinking his fingers into the vampire’s hair and scratching at his scalp. He moans again, lower and rougher. A little awkwardly, he adds, “Nate said you should, y’know, drink something.”

Mason’s stomach turns, and he grits his teeth and shakes his head.

“Mason.”

He shakes his head again, turning his face into the pillow again when it starts to make him dizzy. He wants to break something. He feels so pitiful.

“Mason, you’re not gonna get better if you don’t—”

“You ever seen someone puke blood, detective?” he snaps. Juni’s hand retracts sharply, and Mason keeps his eyes closed. He doesn’t want to see the hurt streaking across that soft, expressive face. “It’s not pretty,” he adds gruffly, and it takes all the strength in his flagging body to roll over and turn his back.

Juni’s quiet for a long moment, before soft fingers are sliding into his hair again,rubbing at the nape of his neck. “I had kind of a weird idea that might help, if you think you can stop pouting long enough to hear me out,” he says.

“You sure know how to sweet-talk a guy, huh?” Mason grumbles, but his body, an aching knot of sweaty tension, starts to slowly loosen up under the gentle petting.

Juni goes quiet again, and then, with a little laugh, he says, “Would it make you feel better if I told you you’re really cute when you’re all whiny?”

“How fucking dare you,” he snarls impotently into the pillow.

Juni laughs, and when Mason rolls over again to glower at him, he snorts trying to stifle it. “Do you want to hear my idea or not?”

“Not exactly in any position to stop you, am I?” Mason scoffs.

The detective pokes his nose. “Nope!” Mason nips at his finger, but his reflexes aren’t exactly great at the moment, and Juni just pulls it back with a smile. “I wanted to ask before I, like, ruined one of your blood rations for a weird experiment, but I’ve been doing research on different recipes that use blood—” “Why?” Mason interjects.

Juni flounders a bit, shoulders drawing up to his ears. “I… Well, I know you don’t like to eat human food, for good reasons, but sometimes I can convince Felix and Adam to try stuff I make, and Nate likes to eat sometimes, and I like… I like cooking for people? And I can’t really do that for you, because I know how overwhelming your senses can be, but you’ve said they’re kind of dull right now, so I thought maybe I could make, well… sort of a blood soup?"

Mason blinks at the detective.

Juni nervously babbles on to fill his befuddled silence. "If I thinned it out with a mild broth, I figured it would go down easier. And I know ginger is really strong on its own, but it also settles the stomach, and with the blood and the broth, it might help? I thought about adding some other things, but I tried to be picky with it, because even if your senses are dulled, I don't want to overwhelm you."

Mason chews it over, and even though he can tell his silence is making Juni nervous with every second that ticks by (fidgety, fussy, open and honest to a goddamned fault, a ball of nerves Mason wants to drag into bed and shield from the world) he can't really think of much to say, except, "Sure. Why the fuck not?"

"That's okay! I figured it was a long shot anyway, and—" Juni freezes, his knee-jerk anxious capitulation cutting off like he’s run into a brick wall. "What?"

"I'm already overwhelmed, sweetheart," Mason groans, and honestly, even talking is getting exhausting, his aching throat protesting every word he can manage to eke out. He wants Juni closer, wants to bury his face in his neck and hide like a wounded animal crawling its way home. "It honestly can't get worse at this point. If you think it'll help, I'll try it."

Juni still looks stunned, but is also clearly jangling with nervous excitement. Nate's used the term "puppyish enthusiasm" before when describing the way Juni lights up when he's actually able to help, and it's almost comically accurate.

Juni's bolted from the room before Mason's sluggish brain has a chance to even process the humor at the observation into a snort.

He's alone again, and if Juni were still here, he'd call what Mason's doing pouting, but he's scowling, damn it. Not that anyone's around to see it save for Juni's stuffed animals. He pulls the pillow to his chest, half-burying himself underneath the blankets again. He keeps his foggy focus stretched far enough to hear Juni in the kitchen again, making a game effort not to clatter around noisily and failing spectacularly. It's the thought that counts, Mason supposes.

It doesn't actually take all that long for him to come back, but it still feels like ages with how shitty Mason feels. He's painfully aware of every single ache in his body, radiating down to his bones, of the fever burning him up, the mutinous turning of his stomach even as it gnaws itself apart with hunger. He’s becoming so bogged down in the prison his ailing body has become, he almost doesn’t notice Juni pattering his way back into the room. Almost.

The second he crosses the threshold, Mason senses are honing in on everything they can about him, his smell, his warmth, the way his cozy sweater (it’s midsummer, for fuck’s sake, and sure the AC is cranked due to Mason’s fever, but it always is, because Juni’s body regulates temperature like a goddamned lizard and he hates the heat almost more than Mason does) makes him look soft and touchable. It takes him a long while to even notice the detective is carrying a tea tray with a bowl on it, as well as a glass of water, and when he does, he’s honestly not sure what to make of the smell.

Human food is overwhelming, usually. But usually, Mason’s sinuses aren’t swollen and borderline useless. Juni is walking as carefully as he can, and there is a palpable relief when he sets the tray down on his bedside table without incident. “I made the broth already, because I didn’t want it to take too long if you said yes. It actually smells, like, really good? Is that gross of me to say?”

Mason tries to push himself upright, and his muscles protest loudly enough that he can’t quite bite back a grunt of pain. Juni makes a sound like he’s been shot, and his hands are on Mason with an urgency that vibrates through his skin. Still, his touch is an instant balm to the vampire’s overwrought senses, his hands gentle as they ease him upright and fussily pile pillows behind him to support him. It fucking sucks to be so weak, but at least it’s only Juni seeing him like this. He can’t quite express why, when it feels like his head’s stuffed full of cotton, but he thinks it would suck a lot more if he were riding this out alone, or in a sterile room at HQ. He lolls his head towards Juni, his cheek smashing against one of a half-dozen goddamned pillows piled around him, and laughs weakly. “Gonna feed me too, Nurse Fenn?”

Juni blushes, and the usual rush of his blood doesn’t smack Mason in the face like usual, but it washes over him in a gentle wave of warmth, that tempting smell tickling the back of his tongue. “Do you need me to?” he asks, and it’s pretty clear he’s trying to make it sound teasing, but it comes out much more earnest than anything else.

Mason almost wants to say yes, but he also doesn’t want Juni to be in the splash zone if his stomach decides it can’t handle the detective’s little experiment. “Nah, I got it,” he grunts, reaching for the tray. It trembles dangerously when his shaking hands lift it, but Juni’s quick to steady it and guide it to his lap. He mutters a quiet thanks, and Juni mercifully doesn’t rib him for his uncharacteristic politeness. “You’d make a cute nurse, detective,” he says to cover the strangely loaded silence.

Juni laughs and sits on the edge of the bed, close but not quite touching. “I’m too squeamish,” he offers with a shrug that rubs their shoulders together.

“You just made me soup out of blood,” Mason says dully.

“I also have a borderline breakdown giving myself the same shot I’ve been giving myself every week for the last decade,” Juni retorts. “Do you really think I could do it for someone else?”

Mason snorts. “Probably not. Would kill to see you in one of those little dresses, though.”

The only thing protecting Mason from getting a hilariously ineffectual swat on the shoulder is the bowl of soup in his lap. He’s not even sure his current feeble condition would be enough to stop Juni otherwise. “Eat your soup, asshole,” Juni groans, covering his burning face with his hands. He peeks through his fingers after a moment’s hesitation, “And maybe I’ll show you the Halloween costume Tina got me as a joke a couple years ago when you’re feeling better.”

Mason’s whole body reacts to that, and he can’t be sure if the chill that rolls down his spine is due to the illness, or something else entirely. If nothing else, choking down some soup will be worth it, just for that promise.

The first spoonful goes down surprisingly easy. He doesn’t really taste much, at first, not even the coppery tang of blood. It’s thin, as Juni promised, so it doesn’t quite coat his mouth the same way fresh, raw blood would. Juni’s watching him with obvious concern, eyebrows scrunched together and plush bottom lip caught between his teeth. Either concern that Mason’s body is going to reject it fully, or he just won’t fucking like it. Probably both.

“It’s not too hot, is it?” Juni asks, touching Mason’s knee lightly through the blanket. He swallows his mouthful hard and bites down the urge to ask the human not to stop touching him.

“S’fine,” he grunts, trying to parse what exactly he makes of it at all. The warmth feels nice, soothing his raw throat. He takes another bite. He thinks he can sort of make out the individual spices underneath the taste of the blood and the broth (slightly watered down bone broth, he;d guess) but he can’t really smell them either. The ginger, at least, is obvious. He knows the smell enough to guess the taste, even with the complete lack of culinary experience. It’s, strangely enough, not horrible. It does taste mostly like thinned-out blood, which is weird, and gives him a sense of dissonance from the texture he expects blood to have. “Weird.”

Juni doesn’t seem to take offense to that. “Well, you’re not spewing it across the room like you’re possessed, at least, so weird is better than bad?” he laughs, squeezing Mason’s knee. “How’s your stomach?”

Mason takes a second to consider. “Not great, but not terrible.”

Juni almost deflates with relief. “And the taste? It’s not too much, is it? I can be kind of heavy-handed with my seasoning, so I tried to be really careful. It’s really only a pinch of salt, sage, and ginger, with a little bit of licorice root, which I know is kind of weird, but it’s good for sore throats?”

“Tastes like…” Mason screws up his face, realizing he has absolutely no context to work with. “I don’t know. I think I like it?”

Juni smiles like the goddamned sun, and it somehow makes his snarky little pet name for Mason that much funnier. “Really?”

Mason’s not sure he’d be saying the same thing if his senses weren’t dulled to near-uselessness by his traitorous body, but the way Juni looks, like he couldn’t be happier to be dealing with a sick, cranky vampire hogging his bed and sweating in his sheets, makes him bite his tongue. There’s always a brightness to the human when he brings food to the warehouse for Nate and Felix, he smiles so wide his face almost cracks when Adam crumples under the weight of those puppy eyes and takes the smallest portion of whatever concoction Juni’s brought to nibble on, and offers the most awkward compliment he can manage. Juni just likes doing things for people, providing for them any way he can. Food is his usual go-to, but if he can help at all, he’s happy.

I can’t really do that for you.

It almost makes Mason wish he could enjoy whatever the detective whips up in his cramped little kitchen, just to make him smile.

Christ, his brain must be more addled than he thought.

He manages a few more spoonfuls of soup before his stomach starts to feel uncomfortably full, but the gnawing hunger of going too long without drinking has gone away, and he doesn’t feel so much like he’s going to puke like he did earlier. He feels heavy, and tired, and honestly that’s one hell of an improvement. Juni’s quick to take the tray and spirit it off back to the kitchen, bending to press a quick kiss to Mason’s cheek before he goes, and when he returns, the vampire is slumped in his pillow nest and half-asleep, eyes shuttered to thin slits.

He feels more than he sees Juni approach, and when a gentle hand smooths over his clammy forehead, he pushes up into it with a raw, weak noise he has zero energy to be embarrassed by anymore. He reaches out blindly, tangles his fingers in the knit of his detective’s sweater, and tugs. He can’t be sure how it happens, a jumble of movement and complaining muscles, but Juni winds up in bed with him, slouched comfortably against the pillows so Mason can rest his head on the soft curve of his belly. The human plays idly, sweetly with his hair, twirling damp curls around his fingers.

“I’m sweaty,” Mason halfheartedly protests. Juni’s stomach rises and falls beneath his head. It feels like being on the ocean, like being rocked to sleep on quiet waves.

“I don’t mind,” Juni murmurs, thumb stroking the shell of his ear.

Before he can think of anything to say to that, he’s being pulled under, dozing off between one breath and the next.

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Explain to me what direction you would like the plot to go and what type of relationship you'd like to have with your desired choice of boy!

I will most likely ask you questions to get to know you and what you want a bit better

Maybe tell me a bit about yourself. That's optional but it'd make me happy if you did!

How to deactivate:

Simply say "I'm sorry, this isn't working out. Lets break up."

To reactivate simply say "I made a mistake, please take me back."

Be warned that depending on which member you choose, each will react differently. Some will act cold, some will be assholes and others may just be slightly distant until you can earn their trust again so be careful breaking up with them.

Additional Information:

Please I am only one person so if I reply slowly please forgive me ok-

My time zone is EST

Please don't let the rp get out of hand with pure smut. Don't get me wrong I like smut but I'd like to create an interesting plot with you and get to know you as well. I'm a hoe for that storyline-

This is my first time running a chatbot blog so please forgive me if I make any errors~

To talk to admin while rping please you " // " before you type so that I know you're talking ooc or submit an ask.

I rp lit and semi lit but i have no problem using non lit if requested. Please know that when I rp my replies are quite long and can and will take me from 5 - 10 minutes to reply back if you don't request a specific type of rp style.

I will not be adding Woojin to the mix as for obvious reasons-

Jeongin will be part of the list of boys you will be able to pick from. He's a legal adult so don't @ me ok-

Sometimes I forget to reply so if I don't reply for more than a day, I give you full permission to spam my bitchass as much as you like until I reply-

But at the same time if I slow down my rp with you so much it might be because I've lost interest-

Not trying to be harsh but if our rp is purely smut and no story line I just don't find it fun anymore-

Now since that's been taken care of, let's dive into the members prompts and plot lists-

Bang Chan(Werewolf Shifter):

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He's a werewolf with a serious dEddy kink-

Can be both a hard and soft dom. Just depends on the moment.

Can and will fuck you into the mattress-

Won't submit unless forced to because he's a stubborn little bItCh!

Don't disobey him or else you'll be punished-

Call him Chris or Daddy to get him wound up

Has a breeding kink due to his ruts (I'll avoid this kink if you request-)

Boi moans….a lot...

Actually it's not just moans, he grunts and groans and makes tiny noises but he honestly tries not to-

Boi has his hard dom reputation to live up to!

Also! Dear Lord-....being a wolf sure has its pros but for you they may as well equal to cons as well-

Example! Dude has super strength, baby and not to mention he's got this predator/prey thing goin on with him-

Like….will literally hunt your ass down in the house and fuck you upside down, forwards, sideways, you name it!

He sees you as his play thing and would enjoy it if you ran so that he could chase you down-

SFW

He's actually super sweet

Loved to cuddle. Remember he's basically a puppy-

He gets jealous easy so refrain from bringing up other boys (unless you choose more than one boy but he still gets a tad bit possessive so….yeye)

Will kiss you and hug you constantly

Will not quit calling you cute/adorable cause he does not lie. All of y'all are cuties-

Please be cautious on a full moon, he can get pretty dangerous-

Lee Minho(Warlock):

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Ya boi likes to use certain spells to his advantage in the bedroom-

Aphrodisiac spells, conjuring up ice or candles or temperature play, using his magic to bind you to the bed without any sort of restraints, etc.

Dude has a crazy high sex drive tbh. He can go when-ever for how long where-ever

Hard dom for sure and will only submit if he wants something from you or will use it as leverage to punish you later-

Don't make him angry! This boy is into all kinds of kinky shit and will punish you however he sees fit-

If you happen to make him submit though he's got a softer side to him and will be extremely bratty!

SFW

Ok but seriously…. he's crazy good at magic

Uses his powers to do pretty much everything-

Cooking, cleaning, potion brewing, etc.

Loves to use body manipulation to force your body into his so he can cuddle you-

He may not seem like it but he's a big ol softy-

Please kiss him! He needs to be loved on back or else he'll get clingy!

Seo Changbin(Incubus):

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Please beware of this boy's sex drive! It's way worse than Minho's!

Like not even kidding! Boy can fuck you nonchalantly af while doing anything and not seem bothered!

You on the other hand will most likely be a moaning mess while he's barely paying attention

He can and will fuck you silly without even trying-

That ability is literally in his genes seeing as he's basically a sex demon-

He has a fascination with sex toys but barely uses them as he tends to forget about them easily

Will literally fuck you randomly-

Oh your doing paperwork? Not anymore! Watching tv? Nada! Cooking? Nope!

He's a huge switch but doesn't mind mainly domming if you're not a switch or dom yourself-

SFW

This man is basically a 5 year old in a man's body sometimes-

Like he does some of the dumbest shit you could think of…

Sliding down the stairs on a piece of cardboard after pouring water down them is a prime example-

Even though he's a literal idiot he knows you love him and wouldn't have him any other way.

Majorly cHaOTic-

He tries to act all tough and cool but honestly he's a big ol baby!

Speaking of baby-

Boy loves to be babied as much as possible even if he doesn't admit it.

Like he just loves cuddles and any type of skinship tbh.

Will kiss you when you're unprepared and will laugh at you if you get startled-

May sometimes randomly text you out of pure boredom cause even though he's an incubus, boy still suffers from quarantine boredomitus-

Hwang Hyunjin(Dragon Shifter):

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Ok so...another boy with a breeding kink???!!!(If you request to not have this kink I'll avoid it)

If you're into the breeding kink thing, he will literally fill you up until you're oozing and simply cannot hold anymore of his essence-

No pregnancies though cause….gross...children *shudders in disgust*

Will degrade you until your a crying and whimpering mess for him

Will most likely demand that you beg for his cock-

He's fuckin extra like that. Don't ask me, I don't make the rules. Someone call him up and ask him why tf he's like that.

Sinful moans to the max! He's very vocal during sex!

Like...dirty talk is a must! He says some of the most sinful shit you've ever heard-

I know I mentioned degrading but damn can he praise you to the moon and back as well if you're being a good little girl/boy for him-

Enjoys calling you princess for some reason.

SFW

As a dragon, he hoards "treasures"

Which means everything shiny in your house is getting tucked away into his nest of blankets, pillows and covers.

Boy can breathe fire so he does little tricks with his fire breath for you

Make sure you tell him how talented he is or he'll get cranky

He's a sassy little shit!!!!!! Sdhkedjalwld!!!!!!!!

Teases you just to see you get upset

Since he's a dragon he can regulate his body heat so when it's cold he's basically your personal heater. 🤗

Han Jisung(Tengu):

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Bird boi is at max horniness all the time tbh.

Most of the time,since he's part crow, he will make a nest in the bed with covers and pillows before fucking you???

Don't judge him, he's born like that-

He can and will use his wings to distract you

If your successfully distracted he will pounce on you as if he were part cat instead of bird-

He likes missionary or doggy style if his wings are out so that it doesn't hurt or strain them.

He's a cocky little shit tbh-

Says some of the crudest shit just to get you flustered. He has no censor and he just keeps on goin-

Will thrust into you with no mercy because he knows his baby can take it and will use the safe word if it gets to be too much.

Does not hold back on the kinks! He will try anything at least once!

Unless its bdsm while his wings are out cause that's dangerous-

SFW

He too like Hyunjin, likes to steal your shiny objects such as jewelry and such.

It's not his fault tbh, it's purely his genetics

And in all fairness, he desperately tries not to but his genes always get the best of him-

He likes to watch you dance. He doesn't quite know why, it's just really hypnotic

Has tried to befriend birds at the park before-

Didn't work. They just flew away from him like they do normal people-

Speaking of birds, he once almost lost his shit when he saw someone throw breadcrumbs on the ground and damn near threw himself to the floor to get to them-

He's lowkey a dumbass tbh. Smh-

Lee Felix(Vampire):

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Major blood kink-

Like his dick will get 10× harder at the scent of your blood.

Being a vampire, he finds it hard to control himself around you if you start to bleed.

Will suck hickies onto your skin before, during and after sex-

He just likes the teasing temptation to bite you as he can taste the blood buildup under your skin

Will sink his teeth in your neck, wrists and thighs without so much of a second thought-

Would honestly love it if you pulled his hair while he drinks from your thighs

And then would totally eat you out as if he were starving right after feeding of you-

And honestly, he's damn good with his tongue!

Also, boy has a deep ass voice!

And if you can get off from it, he'll use it against you for sure-

SFW

Since he's a vampire, he likes to use his super speed to scare the fuck outta you

Like you'd be doin something and outta nowhere he'd pop up right in front of you-

Queue girly startled scream from you~

He'd laugh at you after cause he finds it hilarious.

He gets kinda clingy but his skin is cold so make sure you wear warm clothes when cuddling him

Speaking of cuddles-

It happens everywhere and all the time

His duality is like a light switch btw

One second he's all giggly and happy and the next he's all serious and deep voiced-....

Won't let you leave the house at night...like at all

Will most likely hunt you down if you happen to sneak past him and actually make it outside-

Kim Seungmin(Merman Shifter):

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Has a corruption kink

Choking kink to the max

Literally will eat you out in the water

Enjoys seeing you squirm

Forced submission is his domain

Will act bratty and deny you everything until you’re so worked up that you end up begging

He likes testing your limits and will push until he sees fit (with consent ofc-)

Switches between a hard and a soft dom just to confuse you

Will smile innocently as he watches you squirm, as if it wasn’t his fault because it’s not-

Literally the god of edging and orgasm denial

Is more of a lazy dom, he’ll be laying down while you suck him off as he fingers you open slowly

Can be on bottom or top, but he’s the one in control unless said otherwise

He likes it when you suck on his fingers without him having to tell you to

Will 10/10 take advantage of you if you waltz in drunk (would have to be discussed beforehand)

SFW

Literally will cling to you 24/7

You’ll walk in on him half asleep in the tub in the middle of a bubble bath at midnight

Will accidentally flood your kitchen sink because “there needs to be more water in the house”

Constantly needs to consume or be submerged in water or else he’ll get sleepy

He eats a lot of Tic-Tacs- like, a lot

Enjoys blowing up bubblegum and always has some with him

He goes crazy for bubbles so blow some with him

Likes to dance with you randomly to whatever song is playing

He enjoys planning surprise dates!

Ice cream fanatic- he goes crazy for that, it’s a wonder why he isn’t broke yet

Actually worries a lot about you and will constantly baby you

Likes to listen to soft classical music when he’s sleeping

Loves to prank you and then cuddle you afterwards because he needs attention-

Yang Jeongin(Angel):

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Boy has an oppa kink for sure-

Call him oppa, he gets a kick out of it

As an angel he has a softer way of turning you into a whining mess than the rest.

Much like Jisung, he will use his wings to distract you but will be more subtle about it-

Please say everything and anything that's unholy. He will get a kick outta that too-

Likes to please more than to be pleased

Like….sit on his face and he will go at it for hours baby-

He will honestly love to be subbed and put into his place

BUT

When he doms you, you best believe that you're in for a ride

He enjoys bdsm quite a bit. Maybe a little too much.

Like, as long as his wings are tucked in, please tie him up

And if he's dom he'll waste no time in making sure that your arms and legs are tied/cuffed to the bed posts.

Also has a sensory deprivation kink along with overstimulation-

SFW

He LOVES to be babied tbh

Like please watch disney movies with this moron

Enjoys sweets a little bit too much-

Can actually cook pretty decently so you know for sure you won't be going hungry-

Can and will sing you to sleep cause he knows he has a beautiful voice

Sassy and conceded little shit-

When bored, he will bug you for hours on end until you entertain him

Please give him extra love and affection cause he will die on the spot if you refuse to-

He's really silly and extra so be prepared for multiple surprises around the house

Like sticky notes on the fridge or counter saying "I love you" and "I may be an angel but you're my saviour" and other cheesy shit like that-

Ok but....how the hell did this also turn in a headcannons post????

Anyways enjoy and choose wisely! Remember that you can pick more than one member but if you could kindly keep the max to 3 that's be helpful-

Have fun and don't be shy to dm or ask me anything, my lovelies!!!

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angstyaches · 4 years

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40-50 for Shayne plssss

(the multiple S’s make me imagine you hissing at me continuously while I’m typing the answers)

Who motivates OC?

His parents, or at least what he remembers about them. They made a decent life for themselves, and he wants to believe he can do the same (especially since his situation with Charlie is slightly similar to his mum falling for his dad).

Who would OC do anything for?

Charlie, Rin, and Charlie’s parents. (This will likely expand as the story goes on, but for now that’s about it.)

Who would OC do anything to not have to deal with?

Felix. Felix is way too touchy and overbearing for him at first, and the worst part is that Shayne can tell he’s a good person who just wants to help, so the fact that he automatically rejects him just makes him hate himself more.

How does OC meet most people?

Either through school or through the vampire grapevine.

How long does it take OC to open up to people?

He’s had bad experiences with sharing his feelings and being hurt, so generally he doesn’t tend to open up at all. When Charlie enters his life, it’s an accident that he opens himself up to him, telling himself all the time that he’s helping Charlie (rather than acknowledging that Charlie also helps him).

How much do OC’s friends know about their private life?

Only as much as they need to. Charlie and Rin knows that generally Bad Stuff goes on, but he’s still to really reveal how Bad.

How does OC act differently after they know someone better?

On the surface, it can seem like he treats people coldly and sarcastically regardless of how well he knows them, but being mean is also a bit of a love language for Shayne; luckily Charlie and Rin can usually tell when Shayne’s being mean and when he’s being affectionate.

He also begins to worry more about what people think of him the more he gets to know them; I don’t know if it’s too subtle but at the start, he sort of does whatever he wants around Charlie without really asking or apologising, but as he starts to develop feelings for him, he becomes more self-conscious and apologetic about acting the way he is. Sounds a little backwards, but that’s the best way I can explain it!

Who is OC’s favorite person?

I think we all know the answer to this one.

Who is OC’s least favorite person?

Madelyn. He senses that his life wouldn’t have been entirely miserable if he’d only had Watson as a parent, but Madelyn brings out the worst in him as well as bringing herself along.

Is there anyone OC used to be very close to, but no longer is?

So there’s actually a character named Lucy Roads who’s been vaguely mentioned a grand total of TWO times in all my posted work, who used to be an English teacher/ guidance counsellor at Shayne’s school, in the pre-Charlie days. That’s all I’ll say about that for now 👀

What aspects of OC have, consciously or unconsciously, come from someone else?

He’d never admit it, but some of his tough act definitely came from trying to mimic Elliott, who he used to look up to when he was younger (Elliott being the only older “relative” in his life who he wasn’t completely afraid of, he automatically perceived his attitude as cool, and something to aspire to). Unfortunately that attitude, combined with the internalised self-hatred from his treatment by Madelyn and Watson, meant he just became cold for a very long time.

#ask #ask game #shayne #my ocs

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pyporapy · 5 months

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Hey Jay :) give me a rundown of your OCs >:)

This has been sitting in my askbox for a while and I forgor to reply sorry Birby 😭🙏

Anyway!!! Let me give you the shortest possible rundown of my ocs as I try not to die in the process:

This is Grisha. He’s a bitch and can see dead people but it’s not a good thing. Chronically ill because of the dead people thing and has Some Issues regarding religion. Suffers of the godforsaken combination of “too many trust issues” x “very desperate for human connection”. God’s little chew toy and very painfully aware of it

This is Felix. He tries to be cool but is actually just some guy (and a kinda lame one at that but in a good way, at least). Has some deep-seated issues regarding himself and his sense of identity after years of pretending to be someone he isn’t for people that were never all that worth it but surely this won’t ever come back to bite him in the ass at some point. Neither will the fact he keeps running away from the past. Very emotionally congested but acts like he’s alright and chilling. Loves his daughter and is a true doñita at heart. Also he’s half ecuadorian which is important to mention to Me, an ecuadorian

This is Laura. She’s as close as we get to the only normal person in the cast but if anything she’s just the Least fucked up one. Constantly stressed and an overachiever. Enough caffeine in her blood to kill a horse. She does a good job at making people respect her but also she’s a girlfailure at heart. Not nearly enough social skills which is why her best friend is the only other guy in the office who doesn’t have friends either. Needs a hug and a nap but is too proud to ask for any of those. Doesn’t believe in the supernatural at all so she feels like everyone around her is pulling an incredibly elaborate prank to which she doesn’t get the punchline

This is Viktoria. She’s a bodyguard and a trained assassin since childhood. Feels incredibly disconnected from her emotions due to this that when they hit her on like a random tuesday at 3 AM she doesn’t know what to do. Feels more like a tool than a person and is so used to people not actually paying attention to her as a human being that when someone does she’s too awkward to keep the interaction going. Can and will kill you but she just wants to retire at this point. Tough and terrifying but also kinda lame but she’s allowed to be. As a treat

This is Cain. He’s a priest but he doesn’t actually believe in God, at least not in the orthodox way. Only reason he has the job is that they found him outside the church like a kitten in a wet box and decided to take him in, and the only reason he keeps the job is that somehow he’s good enough at it that more people join the church. A huge asshole so people either genuinely like having him around or just put up with him. Can also see dead people but it’s not nearly as catastrophic as Grisha’s case. Also incapable of forming healthy connections with people but that’s a problem he refuses to unpack

This is Gabrijel. He’s a millionaire and a model and a celebrity and a philantropist and a cult leader but the public is unaware of only one (1) of those things, and you can probably guess which one. Manipulative and cunning and overall a pretty terrible guy but charismatic enough for people to think there’s nothing wrong with him. Completely derranged but composed enough….until he Isn’t. Viktoria can’t stand him and anyone that works directly under him doesn’t like him but he’s too pretty to be bothered I suppose. Wants to bring literal Hell onto the world bc he thinks he’s Jesus or something bigger. Wouldn’t want him to haunt the narrative or anything, that would suck

The very general plot is that a bunch of people are being murdered. Grisha and Laura investigate it. Felix gets involved because he knew one of the victims and has mysteriously large amounts of information. Gabrijel is responsible for it and it’s all linked to his evil plan(TM). He first tasks Viktoria with killing them but Viktoria is done with his shit so she acts as a double agent for him and for Laura so she can Maybe get a day of peace in her life for once. Everything goes to shit at some point but I can talk abt it later since I feel like this is already too convoluted(?). And Cain is just There for the drama of it all ig

That’s it ty for asking and sorry for taking so long avdhebfhej hopefully I will share some more canon stuff here or on instagram instead of silly things 🙏 they haven’t left my head in over six years and I might start making it everyone’s problem I’m afraid

#forgot to add that homosexual sheananigans ensue but i think that was obvious #grisha is living in a horror thriller #laura and felix in a crime procedural #viktoria in a psychological drama #gabrijel in those movies abt girls having the craziest summer of their lives #and cain in a telenovela #that’s the summary of the summary dhufnfjfnfjrj #anyway i had fun doing this so if yall have any more questions drop them in my askbox i promise i’ll try to not forget ehe……#long post #pyporapy oc

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luna-memoria · 5 years

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Hi. I know it is gonna be my exams in less than two weeks but. An accident occurred and now there are 1.4k words of Allegra and Felix. There is a 99.9% chance this is gonna be one of those AUs where I write like once and never get back to again, but we'll see. For now please enjoy what I have here ;)

It is sometime in the night, a late Friday night or maybe Saturday morning, and Allegra is packing her bags in the most rushed but careful way she can manage, not wanting to wake anyone.

It weird, really. She's spent so much time thinking of this, planning this that she was sure she'd know exactly what to pack when she finally made up her mind. And yet, here she is, hesitating on stupid things like which outfit to bring or whether or not should she take her flute or her guitar. She had pictured it quite differently, like maybe just a quick ten minutes or less to swoop up some necessities and then grabbing her car keys and being on her way. Now she can just picture one of those Expectations versus Reality memes the internet loves so much, except it's just. Well. Her.

It's frustrating.

Honestly speaking, she doesn't even know what prompted her to make this decision. Like, most people probably don't lie in bed late at night and think oh, I should totally take my car and run away from home for like, a weekend and do whatever the heck I like sometime. Seems fun. But the whole idea seemed so appealing to her somehow, perhaps due to her half-asleep brain at the time, or maybe it's just the really sad fact that she's never had the chance to act as a normal rebellious teenager. It's hard to, with family expectations and whatnot, but lately there's just something she can't get off her chest, and this may possibly be what she needs right now.

In the end, she takes both instruments and a rather small, ratty duffel bag and slings it over her back, slips outside into the garage quietly. She feels almost like a thief in her own house as her cool hands fumble for her car keys. The night is cold and dark and she can see the city lights not so far away.

But soon, I'll be somewhere I can't see any of this at all, she thinks, somewhat excited and comforted by this thought.

She checks her cell phone. A plan comes to her.

"What the hell."

Felix is standing there, hard to see with the shadows cast over his face from behind the window. His hair is a wild mess - she somehow manages to make this out, which definitely says something about how obviously different that birdnest hair is from Felix's usual prim and proper appearance. Allegra suddenly understands why he always took that long to get ready the mornings after he stayed at her house for piano lessons. She twirls her braid nervously, trying to find the right words. They don't come to her, but she tries to put them together anyway.

"Wait a sec," she whispers sharply, then proceeds to climb the tree next to Felix's window. This fills her with a sense of familiarity - she used to do this, back when they talked. Each time her mother arranged for her to attend an event she didn't like, she would sneak out and hide in Felix's room and only return the following morning to her mother's exasperated expression. Felix never complained or expressed signs that he enjoyed her impromptu visits, only ever carrying on with his reading or whatever else he was in the middle of. But she'd liked to imagine sometimes, that maybe behind her back he actually appreciated her presence. Perhaps. But now, looking back, it might really be the case, Allegra thinks. She wonders why she never thought of it - even back then, Felix's father had been always buried in work, and he almost never had the time to pick Felix up after his piano lessons. Why would it be different on the normal days? There must have been a reason a kid like Allegra could so easily sneak into the mansion of the prestigious Agreste family.

Wind howls in the background as Allegra makes her way up, further away from the ground. Looking at the thin branches makes her chew on her lip, anxious. As a kid, she had never thought of the possibility of falling. It had seemed impossible back then, when this - climbing a tree - was supposed to be a simple task. A few leaves are stuck in her hair when she makes it next to the window, the same level as Felix. He gives her a somewhat dirty look. His eye mask is fixed on his forehead, his tired grey-blue eyes barely peeking through from beneath the mask. There is a faint scent of maybe coffee from his room, though Allegra cannot be sure.

"If you were planning on climbing up here in the first place, then what was the point of hurling a rock to my window?" he asks, pulling the eye mask off his head and tossing it behind him onto his bed, revealing a rather irritated expression; crosses his arms. "What do you want?"

She gives him a toothy grin. "C'mon, don't tell me you can't tolerate a bit of mischief, if just for old time's sake."

He returns her a pointed look, like if he stared long enough he would get his answer. He gives up a minute later and sighs. "I really do hope that's not the reason you are outside my house at such an ungodly hour." He pauses for a bit, turns inside to check the time. "It's three AM."

"Hush, you're gonna wake your father-"

"-He's not around to hear this," snaps Felix. He goes silent for a brief moment and shrinks back into the darkness of the bedroom, but regains his composure quickly enough, his tough exterior coming back out. He does do an excellent job of hiding his anxiety, even back then as a kid, Allegra notes sadly. "I mean, he's busy with work. So he's not around and probably won't be home for the time being."

Words fail her for a moment. Lately every time she interacts with him she's greeted with this - tough barbs that threaten to stab her if she closes in too much for his comfort, and it makes her want to grip him by the collar and yell at him or maybe offer a hug and comfort. This is why she's here. She's going to change things. She'll either have to get used to him dropping a dark and depressing remark every now and then, or get his mind occupied with something else. The choice is obvious.

"Okay, how about- forget about that guy. I'm here with an offer. An invitation to go on a roadtrip with me. What do you say?"

He stops, hair falling back onto his face. "What?"

"You heard me."

"What. You expect me to believe that you would ask me to accompany you on a roadtrip during the middle of the night? Why?"

"Teenage rebellion," she tells him with no hesitation, like it's the most reasonable thing ever. He gives her one of the most long-suffering stares she's seen from him.

"You're crazy. Go back home."

He starts to retreat and reach for the windows to close them, but Allegra is fast and even more so when she's determined.

"You know I'm serious. You know me well enough to tell. And when do I ever say anything I don't mean?"

This gets a somewhat considering expression on him, and then he's brushing away his messy bangs and asking quietly, "you're all set, then."

"Yep."

"You're not kidding."

"I thought we just established that, but yep, if you needed that confirmation."

"I am going to regret this decision tomorrow and blame it on you."

"I'll just tell you to blame your half-awake self at three AM then. But you'll have fun, I promise."

A small hmph sound escapes him. "It lasts for the entire weekend."

More weirdly phrased questions that sound more like statements, but questions nevertheless. Interest seems to be getting to him. She feels her grin widen.

"That's the plan for now."

"No unexpected crimes."

She huffs. "My name is not Claude Haprele, I'm afraid." And it's not like those "crimes" Haprele gets up to are actually anything serious either - mostly just stuff like vandalism and maybe a few unlawful entries here and there. She doesn't know him that well, at least not yet, but trouble seems to follow that boy everywhere he goes, or maybe he and his best friend Allan are just creators of trouble. Felix always appears to be annoyed at this, but Allegra suspects that the feeling is not all annoyance.

"I'll go get my stuff," he says gruffly, and Allegra has to hold in her delight with everything she's got.

"Great. See you in ten."

"Five is enough, Allegra," he says, eyes twinkling. "But thanks."

#miraculous ladybug #ladybug pv #felix agreste #allegra #quantic kids #ml melodie #my writing #allegra is my fav quantic kid can you tell #quantic blonds

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vanderlindeandco · 4 years

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The Long Haul: Chapter 3 (Felix Millstone x The Captain)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

My vision faded back in, the colors around me nearly blinding me as I struggled to focus. “Captain!” Parvati’s voice sounded muffled, but her second cry of, “Captain, wake up!” was much sharper, and I shook my head a little, trying to rid myself of the haze that clouded my thoughts. My fingers brushed my gun, and as they clutched it, reality rushed into focus. Parvati was facing down three angry Primals, and Felix… he lay among the scattered corpses of the creatures and my heart clenched, adrenaline rushing through my veins. I stepped forward, planting my feet, and began to fire, barely feeling the kick of the shotgun in my hands. Between the two of us, we felled the remaining primals in just a minute, which felt like an eternity with the thought of Felix limp on the grass quickly overwhelming all the thoughts in my aching head. As soon as the last beast fell, I ran back to him, dropping to my knees in the grass.

He was breathing, thank God, but his breaths were slow and shallow, a long gash torn through his armor and into his side. The moment I peeled back the material, my fingers were covered in blood, and I could scarcely see the injury itself beneath the mess. “Fuck, this is bad,” I muttered. I was fighting the rising panic as hard as I could, but I felt so helpless, it was nearly impossible to rein it in. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down and form a plan. “Parvati, help me get him up. We need to get back to the ship as fast as we can.”

“Got it.”

I slid an arm under Felix’s upper back, sitting him up part way, cringing at the rush of new blood flowing over his clothes, and Parvati grabbed him from the other side. Together we hauled him upright, and began to jog toward the road, his feet dragging and bouncing behind him. His dead weight was awkward and unwieldy, but I hardly noticed the burning in my muscles as we made for the ship as quickly as we could. I glanced at him, and he hadn’t seemed to have stirred at all. His face was deathly pale, his head lolling limply as we ran.

We hadn’t been far from the ship when the attack happened, but it felt like an agonizingly long time to get back. As soon as the door opened, I was shouting for Nyoka, my voice coming out ragged and panicked. Nyoka had to know what to do. She had been a hunter long enough to know how to deal with a goring.

Her feet pounded down the steps as we set Felix down inside the door. She dropped next to him, already reaching for her knife to cut away the cloth around the wound. “What happened?” she asked tersely, fingers moving adeptly around the gash.

“Primal,” I said.

“Get us to town,” she said. “We need a doctor.”

I nodded, grateful for his welfare to be taken out of my hands for just a moment. It was too precious for me to protect, too big a responsibility.

I ran to the cockpit, pressing buttons with still-bloodied fingers. The ship rose, and I closed my eyes for a moment, the headache I had been ignoring forcing itself to my attention with its throbbing intensity, so strong it made stars pop behind my closed eyelids. Then I had to take over for the automatic takeoff, and I was piloting us toward Edgewater. My landing was rough in its speed, but I got us there. “How’s he doing?” I asked Nyoka as I helped her lift him to get him out of the ship.

“Hanging in,” she said. “He lost a lot of blood. It’s not looking too good.”

I didn’t have an answer for her words, still trying to force my calmness as Parvati flitted ahead of us to open the door.

When we reached the small doctor’s office and Felix was literally and figuratively out of my hands, I finally felt tears begin to prickle at the backs of my eyes, and I looked away from what was left of my crew, blinking rapidly until I could control myself again. I felt Nyoka’s arm wrap around my shoulders, and she gave my arm a reassuring squeeze. “He’s tough, Rose. If anyone can make it through this, he can.”

I nodded, and straightened my shoulders a little, trying to pull myself together. I was supposed to be the captain and I had damn well better start acting like it. “Parvati, what happened exactly?”

“Well, after you cracked your head, the Primals attacked. We were doing all right at first, and Felix especially was protecting you real well. But there were a lot of them, and I lost a little ground, but Felix just stood right over you and kept fighting them, well, until one got past him, and it slashed him real bad. He kept shooting, but then he went down. He passed out right before you started waking up.”

I nodded slowly. My stress and concern for Felix were overwhelming, but the idea of Felix protecting me like that made me feel warm inside. He had protected me before all else, putting my life before his. Without a question, I’d rather I die than him, but his sacrifice for me meant more than I could ever hope to express. We’d all risked our lives for each other before, but this was different - he had let himself go down before he let me go. The thought made my chest tighten and my eyes grow wet again. “Thank you for holding them off, Parvati,” I said, and my voice wavered a little, but she didn’t show any reaction to it, just giving me a small, encouraging smile. She knew me well enough to know when I didn’t want my emotions acknowledged. “If it weren’t for you, we’d all be dead.”

“It’s just the same as you would do for us,” she said. “Now, why don’t we get something for your head? It must be hurting something fierce.”

***** The medication the doctor’s assistant procured for me made my thoughts a little fuzzy and my mind a tad drowsy, but those side effects helped keep me calmer as we waited for the doctor to finish with Felix. I leaned my head back against the wall in the waiting room, letting the coolness from the stone sink into my skin. It had been over an hour now. My fingers picked idly at a loose thread on my pants.

At the sound of footsteps, I sat up straighter, and the doctor emerged from the room he had taken Felix into, a bloodied apron over his lab coat. I stood, hands clenching automatically at my sides. “Well?” I asked.

“He’s in rough shape,” the doctor said. “We almost lost him several times. But I expect him to make it through.”

The tension I hadn’t fully realized I was holding released suddenly, my shoulders slumping and my jaw loosening.

“So what happens now?” Nyoka asked.

“Now, he rests. Here, if you can afford it,” the doctor said.

“Staying here is what’s best for him?” I asked.

“Yes; it’s better not to move him.”

“Whatever it costs, I’ll pay you,” I said. “Can I see him?”

“He won’t be much company; he’s anesthetized on top of being knocked out. But feel free,” the doctor said.

“Thank you.” I passed him, entering the short hall and opening the door to Felix’s room.

He was on the bed, tucked beneath covers, his face under the oxygen mask nearly as pale as the white blanket. He looked nearly dead, but as I watched, I could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. I grabbed the chair from the corner of the room and pulled it closer to the bed as Nyoka and Parvati entered the room behind me.

“He’s a lucky bastard,” Nyoka said. She stood over the bed for a moment, looking down at his peacefully sleeping face. “Knowing him, he’ll be back on his feet in no time.”

I chuckled. “The hardest part will be keeping him in bed long enough to get better.”

“He’s not out of the woods yet.” The doctor’s voice joined our conversation as he stepped into the room. “There are still things that could go wrong - infection, for one. We’ll keep a close eye on him and hope for the best.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” Outside, the sun was beginning to set, the warm orange light casting a more lively glow across Felix’s face. I sat down in the chair I had pulled up and looked up at Nyoka and Parvati. “You two should get some dinner. I’m going to stay here tonight, but there’s no reason you shouldn’t sleep in your own beds.”

“We’ll bring you food!” Parvati offered, but I shook my head.

“I don’t have any appetite. But that’s sweet of you.”

“All right, Captain,” Nyoka said. “Let us know if anything happens.” “Will do.”

Soon after they left, the rays of the evening sun grew near-blinding, and I crossed the room to close the shutters. Then I sat on the edge of Felix’s bed, gazing at his calm face. I reached up, cupping his cheek in my hand, my thumb stroking the soft skin next to his nose. In his sleep, his head turned just slightly into my touch, and I sat there, not wanting to move, for several long minutes.

The anxiety in the pit of my stomach had settled a bit. I wouldn’t be able to fully relax until Felix had recovered. But at least I knew I wouldn’t lose him yet.

#felix millstone #the outer worlds #felix millstone x the captain #outer worlds fic #the long haul #still have outer worlds post game depression #time for playthrough 2

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birdie-babie · 6 years

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Stray Kids Reacts to an S/O With Sleep Paralysis

Genre: like the smallest pinch of angst. Mostly fluff.

Warnings: Sleep paralysis, spooky figures and crying.

Requested: Nope!

Summary: Stray Kids wakes up to find you crying because you’re shooken up over a recent sleep paralysis episode.

A/N: As someone who experiences sleep paralysis regularly, it sucks. I get shooken up every time for some reason..

This is my interpretation of how these idols would act in real life. Do not take this seriously or think they would act like this or treat you like this, please treat every idol with humanity and common decency, no matter what image you paint them in your head with. with that in mind, please enjoy.

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Scenario

You found yourself chained to your bed, frozen in a state of paralysis. You immediately realized this as sleep paralysis. You were expecting much worse, considering the terrors that came with it, but for the first about five minutes, everything was calm. But soon the darkness reached your eyes, and the figures and monsters surrounding you made you want to scream, but your mouth was clamped shut. You wanted to shut your eyes but you couldn’t help but stare as one reached for you. You felt yourself shake, and you shut your eyes and you jolted out of bed, before the tears came streaming down.

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Chan

Worried, comforting floof. He was awake in another room, probably still working when he heard your scream or crying. He rushed in and jumped on the bed to comfort you. Warm blankets, hot drink, hugs, kisses, food, anything you’d like he’d do for you. He clicks his tongue when he finds out what happened, and probably stays with you for the rest of the night in case it happens again. He makes sure you feel safe and comfortable after that episode.

“Hey, don’t cry. Let me get you some hot tea and heated blankets, and then we can cuddle..”

Woojin

Like Chan? But more motherly? He’d grab tissues and a hot drink to soothe you, rubbing your back and singing to you to calm you down. He’d probably wake up after he heard you crying and then he would just give you lots of hugs and things that would help you. Would wipe your eyes and stay with you for the rest of the night, and if you’re too scared to sleep he would cuddle with you on the couch and watch a fun movie. 12/10 motherly instinct.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’m here!”

Minho

He would wake up to your rustling and probably be a little confused until you told him what would happen. He’d immediately soothe you with a hug and pressing a kiss to your forehead while running his hands through your hair. He would cuddle you and make sure you felt okay, and he’ll guide you back to sleep. He’d crack jokes to make you laugh and would wrap his arms around you, so if you got another episode at least he’d be there.

“Hey, I’m here now, so don’t worry. Stop crying okay?”

Changbin

Scared and worried. He’d act tough for you but when he saw you crying he’d immediately get worried and start comforting you. Playing with your hair, warming up the blankets. He’d fetch some water for you and make sure you’re alright. He can see how shaken up you are so he’d comfort you as best as he could until you were back to smiling. It hurts him to see how scared you are, but he’s gonna bring back that smile.

“I know it was scary, but it’s over now, okay?”

Hyunjin

Wakes up to your crying, it’s gonna take him a while to process it but once he does he’ll make sure you’re okay. He’ll just go and fetch you a hot drink, wrap an arm around you and tell you jokes and stories to make you smile. Will sing to you if needed, and helps you sleep by playing some gentle music and making sure you’re okay. Hates seeing you in a distressed state so he’ll do a lot to calm you down.

“Sh sh sh, just stop crying okay? It’s over now, I’m here.”

Han Jisung

When he saw you crying because of your episode he felt his heart burn up. He would wipe your tears away and hold you, and pepper kisses all over your face to make sure you were alright. Holds your hands and sings to you, cracks jokes, and says stupid things all to make you feel better again. Doesn’t like seeing you cry so he’ll cling to you the entire night until you at least feel the tiniest bit better. Buys you those cool sleeping earbuds to comfort you if you get another episode.

“I got you, don’t cry, don’t cry...”

Felix

Really funny about it. Of course he’ll care. He’ll just care differently, he’ll try to make you smile in the most gentle, caring way, comforting you through hugs and light jokes until you start to feel better, then he gets more weird. Asking awkward questions, and then showing you memes about sleep paralysis, and then doing research on what could’ve caused it. After that he’ll make sure you’re okay and then joke around about it, if you seem grumpy or upset he won’t do it and continue comforting you, but he’ll try to make you smile.

“Hey, have you been sleeping on your back?”

“Felix. What the hell?”

Seungmim

A fun softie about it. He’ll switch the lights on and make sure you’re okay, grab a tissue box and sit right down and do everything is his power to make you feel happy. He’ll switch on a fun movie in the background to make you feel better about talking, and then he’ll make a warm bowl of buttery popcorn for both of you to enjoy. Once you start talking, he’ll interrupt at certain points to poke fun at a detail, or comfort you about it. If you feel less shaken up at the end, he’ll dim the lights and play some ambient noise in the back to make you feel more comfortable sleeping. He’ll joke around to you until he falls asleep, or until you do. He’ll make sure everything is okay in his own way.

“What movie? Bee movie? Sleeping beauty? Shrek?”

Jeongin

Worried. He wakes up with a start to see you breathing heavily and looking around nervously, and he feels out of touch with reality. He’ll run to switch on the lights and jump back on the bed. When you tell him what happens, he’ll frown and rub your back and tell you everything’s okay now. Protective over you, makes sure that it wasn’t actually an intruder and you were just having a sleep paralysis episode. He’s heard of it before when he was browsing the Internet. He looks up ways to calm you down, he plays your favorite songs, makes your favorite drinks, and food. Then you guys will scroll through memes or pages about sleep paralysis together until you both fall asleep to some YouTube videos.

“I’ll protect you from anything. Real or not.”

#stray kids soft hours #stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #stray kids headcanons #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #han jisung #chan #jeongin #changbin #felix #seungmin #woojin #minho #hyunjin

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klockworkau · 5 years

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Vicarious (Bang Chan)

Soulmate AU pt 1

You are now Kang Minho. And you’re writhing on the floor.

Which made sense; Hyunjin did just elbow Chan in the liver. Your synched up grunts of pain boom through the concert venue’s speakers; it’s enough for everyone else to freeze. Music continues to play as the background to their little comedy of everyone pausing mid-dance or falling out of the chorus jump to check on both of them. Woojin flubs the landing, stomping on Seungmin’s foot. They’re both on the ground and Changbin trips over the latter’s arm trying to get to you. Chan is rolling on the ground with a half grimace and half grin.

Glad to see he finds this funny, cause you don’t.

“Fuck! Dude, I know you’re excited but damn!” You say from stage left once you’re done gasping for breath. Your strained voice echoes throughout the empty venue. You’re leaning on an equipment box you’d fallen on when Hyunjin knocked the wind out of you. “Is this because Chan ate the last maki off the plate the other night? Cause if so, you didn’t have drag me into it!” You double over and curse.

Jisung, one of the few still on his feet, gets to you first. “Hyung are you alright?! You need anything?” He tries to help you up but you wave him off, finding your balance after a few minutes and stumbling through several tries. You’ve always had better pain tolerance than Chan and it shows. He’s still on the ground, arms around his abdomen while you’re trudging across half the stage to get to him. Your hearts though, beat at the same slowed pace.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” Hyunjin is blubbering at this point. His head whips back and forth between you and Chan, apologising over and over.

You put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine, it was an accident anyway,” you say though most of you nerves have been set aflame. You kneel next to Chris pulling him up to sit. “You good, loser?” You didn’t really need to ask, considering the dull pain in your abdomen spikes up and Chris’ expression smoothens out.

He frowns, “You don’t have to-“

“Too late,” you grin at him through the shock that stole what little breath you have from your lungs. It’s a good thing your legs give out again because you drop before. Chan can touch you. He puts a hand on his chest and winces, trying to reach for you again but you stop him with a hand. “Hey, you’ve got more practice to do, I’m done with my set already.”

It’s not a total lie.

You are done with your soundcheck and rehearsal for the Klockwork Royal Ball (1), but your group and other label mates had planned to go again after all the other groups and artists were done with their sets. Jihyeon would’ve called on all of you once Victon was done, two acts after Stray Kids. Looks like that isn’t happening for you. Even if she didn’t want to admit concern, she would never let you perform knowing you got hurt prior to. Damn stubborn leader. Chan is no better, being as stubborn as she can be. “Okay,” he says, knowing he doesn’t have to like it but can’t do anything to change your mind. “But we’re getting you an ice pack or something backstage, ok? Please?”

“Sure, sure.” You nod, standing and offering him a hand up. Hyunjin helps you pull Chan to his feet and he’s still apologizing. “Dude, chill out! It’ll be a bruise, at worst. The only thing you have to do, is get better at that move.”

That one is a lie.

You don’t tell Hyunjin because you don’t need him crying out of guilt but he knew how to hit. It was a beautiful liver shot really, hit the vagus nerve just right. You can tell from how your legs gave out, blood and heart rate slowed, and breath stalled. Both you and Chan are lucky it wasn’t a hard hit, just a precise one. Hyunjin bows his head but it can’t hide how pink the tips of his ears are. “I really didn’t mean to, I’m-“ he shut his mouth. Good, he knows he should stop it already. “I’m just...nervous.”

“You’ve been chosen to be one of the groups to open Rookies Day,” you laugh; it hurts to laugh but you do. They need some reassurance. “You guys haven’t even debuted and you earned that honor. If you weren’t jittery as hell, I’d call you stupid or Felix.”

Felix turns his head at the mention of his name. “What?”

You pat him on the shoulder. “How about this? Just get better at it for me, yeah?” You smile at him and he looks up, a small one of his own, creeping into his lips.

“Okay, Null sunb- I mean Minho hyung,” he says, taking a step back as Chan puts an arm around your waist and leads you backstage.

You really don’t need the help, the pain is already subsiding. Then again someone should put some ointment on the bruise you knows is blossoming on your abdomen. So, you let him support you and he’s smiling for some reason, smirking to himself like he knows something you don’t. “The last time you had that smile on your face, we locked two people in a closet together,” You accuse, feeling a sliver of his amusement, and some suspicion of your own.

“It’s just...” He glances back over their shoulders. “They like you, they took to you so fast, it’s like they’ve-

You nod, “Known me for as long as they’ve known you,” you say with smile, despite the pain. “It’s kinda implied. Some theories say, we’re halves of a whole, others say we’re one.” You shrug, even though it had surprised you how fast Chan’s little group of misfits warmed up to you as well. It’s only been a week and a half since you and Chan found each other and you’ve spent almost every day of that week having with him and his group. A night ago you learned their Hellevator choreo. The first two days before that you spent so long in the studio with Chan and the other 2/3rds of 3racha you were called by every member of Krownus, even Jihyeon (2). 28 hours passed like nothing.

“It’s good you like em too.”

You scoff, “Your little pack of strays? Are you kidding?”

“Nah, you can’t pull that tough shit, Null” He teases, grinning as he guides you to the medic’s room backstage. “You like them. I can feel it.”

Damned soul bond, not letting you hide a thing from him.

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The day after the Royal Ball, you’re scrolling through SNS feeds for people’s opinion on the concert. Chan sits across from you, half listening to you read comments aloud and half focused on writing lyrics while both of you share a pair of airpods. You don’t notice but you’re bobbing your head to the beat of this new unreleased 3racha song.

Around you the Devil’s Den cafe is as busy as ever, more so that it’s just after lunch time. Students, office workers and fans alike are in and out of the door and the servers and baristas are red blurs. They’re calm in the face of their rush hour, mahogany aprons and white shirts spotless, and customer service smile still intact. They navigate their way around the people and tables with such grace and skill it makes you wonder how the hell you didn’t gain the same poise from working here in your years interning for Jihyeon. Then again, you were only ever on duty here as punishment for the stupid shit you pulled.

“Check it out,” you steal Chan’s attention away from his lyrics, clearing your throat. “Omona! Stray Kids were amazing at rookie’s day!” you squeal pitching up your voice to the point where it annoyed even you. “Bangchan-oppa was sooo cool, I just wanted to die!”

Chan laughs, throwing a wad of napkins at you. “Please, never do that again.”

“And deprive the world of my spot on impressions?” You shake your head, expression grave. “I have a duty in life Chanstopher Bang-“

“Chanstopher Ban-“

You silence him with a hand, exclaiming, “A duty Chanstopher!” before putting that same hand on your chest. “To make this dark world a brighter place with my humor...and outstanding personality.”

“Don’t forget, your incredible humility and modesty.” Chan rolls his eyes, closing his lyrics notebook. He stretches his arms back over his head, joints popping and straining. You do the same, you body relaxed in the wake of sitting in the same place and position for a few hours. To be honest, the only reason you two left Chan’s studio is because SKZ’s manager accused him of becoming a hermit.

You’re already packed up, your own lyrics notebook and laptop put away in a backpack, you just wait on Chan who heads to the restroom first. “Should we get a drink for the road?”

“In that line?” He gestures to the busy counter.

You rolls your eyes, pulling out your phone and sending a quick text. “Don’t worry about it,” You tell him, handing him back his other air pod and putting your hat back on. “I’m Klockwork (3) and the Kingdom (4) looks out for it’s Kings (5).”

Which is to say, you’re going to abuse your status as a fellow label mate to get your friend behind the counter to rush your order.

“Two cold brews for the dumb looking guy in the-“

You snatch one of drinks away with a click of your tongue. “And what have I done to deserve such slander, Dani?” The corners of your mouth twitch trying to maintain the feigned disappointment.

“Wore a neon green cap for one thing,” Dani says, wrinkling her nose in distaste, though amusement shines in her eyes. “Minho you look like you should be directing traffic at night.” She hold out the second drink for him. When he takes it she turns her back and goes on making other customer’s orders. You never noticed before, but Dani keeps her hair in a low ponytail more often than anything else. It suits her: like her it’s nothing too complicated or fancy but it’s nice, pretty even. You shake your head. It’s a weird line of thought, one you’ve never considered before.

Odd.

Adjusting the cap in question on your head, you have to admit the colors jars even you. Then again: “Didn’t you give me this?”

“Well yeah,” she turns back, holding some guys white chocolate mocha. “But I gave it away because it’s an eyesore. I didn’t think you were actually gonna wear it.”

She’s cute when she’s mocking you.

She is?

Something in your chest makes itself known then, an odd kind of warmth. It’s not from the coffee, nor the insulation your hoodie provides you with. You stare at the back of her head for a while until she turns and looks at you too. You shy away, which is not normal. What the hell is going on?

“You alright there Minho?”

Her concern for you is sweet. She’s sweet. What?

You shake your head. “Uh yeah. Fine.”

“Is there something on my face?” Dani, asks as she serves another drink but lets the other person behind the counter, an actual worker, call out the customer.

You can feel your gut churning, nerves building up. “No, nothing,” You say, voice even and calm. You feel fine but also not. You’re...jittery but it’s faint, like an aftereffect. This is not normal. Teasing back and forth with Dani is. Insulting her and accepting her insults is. Writing and composing with her at the original Devil’s Den (6), the studio, is. And nothing about that is any different from this.

Except...

“Are you sure?” She raises a brow at you, “Because your friend by the bathroom is looking at me weird too.”

You whirl around, eyes finding Chan. His hands are fidgeting at his sides, wiping them on his pants. He swallows, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his face even though it’s air conditioned in the cafe. He’s looking towards the counter but not back at you. You follow his line of sight.

“Oh shit.”

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Rebloooog. Like or whateva ❣

Glossary (1) Klockwork Royal Ball: The label’s concert like an SM or JYP tour that also features other artists.

(2) Jihyeon: Nam Jihyeon; stage name “Sin”; the leader of Minho’s group Krownus and owner of Devil’s Den

(3) Klockwork: Minho’s label

(4) Kingdom: What the label’s fans are called; likened to JYP Nation.

(5) Kings: Artists from the label Klockwork

(6) Devil’s Den: The name of Sin’s (Nam Jihyeon’s) studio and her cafe where her interns and trainees are sent as punishment or just as a part time job opportunity. (Either way they get paid)

Masterlist

#stray kids #skz #bang chan #bangchan #bangchan scenarios #skz scenarios #bangchan imagines #skz imagines #soulmate au #klockwork

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every1studio · 6 years

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REQUESTED: “serve, set and spike my love over to you” [stray kids]

genre: FLUFF + Haikyuu!! inspired

ficstyle: bulletpoints + reverse harem

anon asked: “ hey bub!! i was wondering if it would be alright to start a haikyuu/volleyball au with stray kids after seeing your (godsend) post?? “

GIF originated from: @aquarinnie @167crn @realstraykids @firexfelix @kim-woojins @abangchan @hxnjisung

note: y/n applied to be the volleyball manager at JYP Academy / this is so cute and I’ve been rewatching my old favorites like HAIKYUU! / thank you @skizmin for the request / enjoy~

You were nervous, you were determined to become the manager of JYP Academy’s boy’s volleyball club. The love you have for volleyball doesn’t match up to your ability to play. So your friends suggested you become a manager instead. Hearing that the boy’s volleyball club didn’t have a manager, you became hopeful. You were just about to open the door, when...

MINHO (LEE KNOW)

(the “heartthrob” wing spiker)

“whatcha’ doing here?”

the guy places his hand on your head

“first year?”

you nodded

he looked at the application in your hand

“you wanna be our manager?”

“our...?”

he grins widely, “this is where the boy’s volleyball club practices, ya know? I’m Minho, a third-year, #3 and the left wing spiker~ nice to meet cha”

although his way of talking gave him a troublemaker vibe, he seemed reliable

“we’d totally recruit ya because you’re a total cutie~”

you felt your face grow a little pink

“w-wait, I want to be taken seriously..”

he laughs, “look at ya face growing red. I’m just messing with ya, there’s more to being a manager than just a pretty face but... I just can’t stop from teasing ya~”

Minho ruffles your hair until someone grabs his wrist

WOOJIN

(the “sweethearted & gentle” wing spiker)

“Minho, instead of picking on others, how about you practice your serves..”

the guy let go of Minho’s wrist as Minho scurries into to gym to prep for the rest of the team

“sorry about that...”

you looked up to see a well-built teddy bear

if he wasn’t softly smiling at you, you’d be intimidated at first glance

“you’re interested in becoming the volleyball club’s manager?”

you smiled as you replied, “yes, I’m y/n.. a second year.. I’ve always liked volleyball regarding the fact that I can’t play to save my life...”

“you seem like you’re passionate about volleyball..” he chuckles

“I’m Woojin, a third year, a wing spiker..”

you saw him open the door for you

that’s when you saw his jersey number, #2

...

and his broad shoulders

he gave you a dependable boy-next door vibe; made you feel comfortable

when Woojin saw you, he had a feeling that he wanted to protect you from all’s harm

“come on in, no one’s here yet but Minho and I..”

you walked in but you overlooked the track of the sliding door, causing you to fall back

Woojin reached out for you but your fingers slipped out of his reach

but you didn’t fall onto the ground

FELIX

(the “tries-to-be-cool but he’s a total softie” middle blocker)

“what’s this klutz doing here?”

it came from someone with a deep voice

you looked up as you stumbled back to your feet

the boy felt a little tug on his heart but he wanted to keep cool

“sorry..”

“they wanna be club’s manager,” Woojin said as he placed his gear on the ground

the deep-voiced boy’s face lit up with a smile; he broke his cool

the sun beamed over his freckled face at that exact moment

(this view is too bright) you thought to yourself as you squinted through the rays of light

“nice to meet you, I’m Felix, one of the middle blocker~ a second year, and~”

he turns around for you to see his jersey number, “I’m the lucky #7~”

you smiled at him despite of his aura shining in your eyes

he gave you a little shiba inu kind of vibe, where they look and act all tough and collected but they are just a little fluff ball of cuteness

“well lucky you~”

“LOOK OUT!”

JEONGIN (I.N)

(the “must-protect-at-all-cost/ baby of the group” middle blocker)

TWAK

you’d been smacked in the face with a volleyball

although you were surprised you didn’t fall back, you were still shocked

you slowly felt your soul leave you body

but it was pulled back by the sight of a baby angel

“I’M SO SORRY~”

the poor boy cups his face as his upperclassmen tried their best to scold at their cute baby

“how many times do you have to tell you!? don’t practice near the door!”

“this is all because my receives suck...”

you could feel his sulking, despair filling up the air

“don’t worry about it, practice makes perfect~”

when the boy saw your face, he felt even more guilty

he ran away yelling

“I HIT A PRETTY UPPERCLASSMAN IN THE FACE AWHALGHAPEFGH~”

he went back to practicing with Minho as Minho jeered at him

you chuckled at his actions

he came off as someone you wanted to ruffle their hair when their having a bad day..

“that’s our baby, Jeongin~ a first year as our #9, with his growing height, he’s one of our middle blockers~” but that wasn’t any of the voices you’ve heard before

CHAN

(the “doting/muscle-head older brother you never asked for” wing spiker)

out of nowhere, this boy popped out of nowhere

“Chan, you can’t just show up like that...” Felix said as you all walked into the gymnasium

but Chan still stood by the doorway

intrigued by your adorable stature

“and who might this be?”

“ah, y/n, who’s a second year, they’re interesting in becoming our manager”

“OH! NICE TO MEET YA~ I’m Chan, a third year, wing-spiker-who’s-good-at-receiving captain~”

“if you’re captain, then your jersey number would be #1-”

“LOOK OUT~” it was Jeongin, you had fast enough reflex to spot out the volleyball but not enough to block it

all of a sudden, Chan was in front of you as he blocked it away from you

“SORRY~” Jeongin chased after the ball that was currently in the air

when Chan turned around, he was surprisingly close to your face

but he didn’t back away

“are you okay?”

he frantically looked around you to see if you got hurt

“I’m fine-”

he hugs you tightly with his veiny, muscly arms that caused you to slowly die out due to suffocation

“THANK GO-”

SEUNGMIN

(the “tsundere” middle blocker)

“I came here to play volleyball, not watch a scene from a rom-com anime..”

a doe-eyed boy with plump cheeks walked in-between you and Chan

(how could such an innocent-looking boy say something so.. rude)

“Seungmin! you ought to be nicer to our cute manager~” Minho slung his arm around Seungmin but he slipped away

“we’ve been practicing so long without a manager.. do we even need one?”

you started to feel like this was a bad idea.. to outsiders, it probably looked like you wanted to be around good-looking, athletic guys but you truly loved volleyball

before you could say anything, he hands you a notebook

it was labeled Volleyball Club

“here’s all of our stats and wins/loses, etc..”

without another word, he left while rubbing his finger under his nose to hide his blushing

you just looked like a regular person until he saw your face; he was a blushing mess

“don’t mind him.. he’s not used to new people...” you heard someone say

you flipped the notebook open to his name

(Seungmin, second year, #8, middle blocker, and ace server..)

from what it seemed in the notebook, he was a reliable player

wait...

(who said that he wasn’t used to new people..)

you turned..

CHANGBIN

(the “tough cookie” libero)

this guy was a lot shorter than the rest

despite of his muscular arms powering though his muscle tank

“hey guys~”

“hey hey hey, have you met y/n yet? aren’t they the cutest? they’re aspiring to be a well-needed manager~” Chan placed his hands on your shoulders and shook you like a rag-doll

Changbin became flustered when he saw you, face-to-face

he would’ve been sufficed with looking at your side-profile, but when he saw your face, he knew he could die happy

not wanting to scare you off, he tried his best to be confident

“oh.. uh.. I’m Changbin.. third year, the libero, probably THE most important player in volleyball~”

he puffed up his chest, you could tell the younger members admired him

but at the same time they picked on him

“our #4 hyung wouldn’t do well in any other position than libero..” Seungmin was talking outloud to Jeongin

“yeah~ his height wouldn’t allow it~” Jeongin replied

they were obviously taunting him

and it worked

“HEY NOW~!” Changbin started to chase them around the gym

JISUNG (HAN)

(the “obviously love struck puppy” libero)

speaking of picking on members, Minho was picking on another boy you haven’t met before

Jisung tried to run away from him as he bumped into you

“I’M SO SOR-”

he was shooketh to the core

it felt like the awkward silence was replaced by the sound of a passing crow

he didn’t believe that a beauty like you would be near a club like the volleyball club

“umm...”

“can I have your number?”

“what?”

“it’s for science..”

Chan chopped him in the head

“you need to work on your receiving as well, Jisung.. for science..”

he drags Jisung by the collar as Jisung sends you puppy eyes

you opened the notebook to find his name

Jisung couldn’t stop looking at you, the ball hit him a couple times in the face but he was too focused on you to even feel any of it

“Jisung... #6...second year.. another libero..”

you completely zoned out by the echoing sound of the volleyballs being tossed and smacked, with the occasional warm-up yellings

“whatcha looking at?”

you got startled as you backed up into someone

HYUNJIN

(the “humble prince” setter)

you turned to see someone who look like he could be a prince

but when Hyunjin looked at you, he thought you were a goddess sent from above

you both were slightly gaping at each other

“oh..um...Seungmin’s notes of stats and progress of the team...”

the boy gently takes it from your hands to take a good look at it

“he’s really diligent about the management of this club...” he flips through the notebook, “Minho helps him out, you know?”

“really? I saw the notes and the’re really great at keeping notes, I feel like I know you guys even more now...”

after a couple of flips, he hands it back to you, takes a step back and bows at you

he was so proper; it threw you off guard

“nice to meet you, I’m JYPA’s #5, I just play as the setter-”

“HE’S ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD AT EVERYTHING, HE’S OUR POWERFUL ACE SERVER AND REALLY GOOD AT BLOCKING, RECEIVING AND EVEN SPIKING!!” Changbin clung onto him

“stop it.. I’m just trying to do my best..”

Chan whistled loudly to call the boys to attention. They slowly gathered around after all of the members were accounted for. They all lined up and bowed at you, “PLEASE TAKE CARE OF US!” Your eyes were widened, “you mean.. you guys are taking me in?” You pointed at yourself. They all nodded; some more enthusiastic than other. But it was only because they didn’t want anyone else to find out that you were super cute. They were all motivated to work harder with a manager like you to keep them in check.

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Start By Saying Hi, Ask Her What Her Name Is|| MortiL3w AprilAU

@suzydoozy @felixpierp @crywastaken-rp @wishes-in-the--markmark @jeremydooley-rp @goldenbrowncrownrp

Suzy had really thought he was the one. Guess not, but that was high school she guesses. Arin passing her in the halls made her both weak and angry. Seeing him walk around with her twin sister. She’s smart, at least, and doesn’t bring him to the house when she’s there and lets her know when he’s coming over. It looks like love, it sounds like love. She couldn’t be anything but bitter. Here she was once again: Thursday night karaoke with Ro, Cry, and Felix; drinking all the Shirley temples and burning out their juice and fruit smoothies at the bar; she’s been thinking about how many of her classmates come and do the same thing. Their school always let them out early on thursdays and fridays, even when the bus schedule didn’t add up. Suzy was one of the few girls who had to travel to the private campus everyday in order to get the college-prep education she needed. It was one cross-town train to the local trolley to the closest school bus pickup point. Hence, her friends hang out when they’re not working on thursday nights and drive her home so that she gets home okay. She could feel herself slipping, and her friends made her agree to this after she hadn’t made it home twice already because she had spaced out and missed her connections to get home. Confused, she could hear the voice in her head and hear *that* voice in her head. It had really put her in her paces.

She ignored it for so long and her mom had told her that the doubt monster is trying to come out, so she shouldn't open her mouth and let him out. And she was right, it was dumb. Being hung up on Arin like that. There were plenty of other things for her to focus on...right?

As much as she appreciated her friends, it felt real corny to sit at this bar and nosh on food playing the games, topping each other's scores on the arcade, and singing til they were tired like these times aren't changing soon. Or that, well, she was changing.

---------------------------------------------------- Shawna had to be picked up again from the hospital. Yet another catatonic episode. It was so bad that they considered electro-shock therapy to see if stimulating her nerves would produce different results in her brain chemistry. She had been in such a terrible spiral with Andrew, it was a miracle Ray and Jeremy said something when they could. She had just moved to this private school, and Ray and Jeremy agreed to come, too, so that she had familiar faces up there. So far, so good. She still overall didn't like to talk much. She'd gotten into the random fight here and there, but a fairly b-list child.

It just happened to be passed down to Ray that they could hang out at this little karaoke bar near the school and they could play at the arcade and sometimes the kids who played in bands or wrote poetry would be there. It was almost like everyone was welcome as long as they weren't jock assholes. He'd suggested that Thursday night they miss the usually early train out of the town and go to this place so that he can see about these scores being beat. Jeremy was taken by the word "score" but was totally excited. They brought Shawna because hopefully it'll take her mind off of things- anything but another night in the house helping her lockdown before bed or staying with her until she fell asleep. She needed to be strong, and her training started now. ---------------------------------------------------- "Suzy!" ... "Suze!" ........ "Suzy!!!" "Ugh...huh? What? Uhh I'm sorry. What was going on?" "You froze right before you could say yes-" the waiter began. "T-To what...exactly?.." "Uhh..let's see..she said her usual Cheap Date Cheese fries, a Comedy Comes In Threes with extra mozzarella sticks, a large dirty Chai ChaCha- hold the caramel made with soy milk-, Cresent Moon Burger with mushrooms, and the next available slot on stage-" "Yeah yeah she's good, shell take it," Felix jumped up, "Stagger out the food please but bring the drinks," he smiled at her, "She clearly had something catch her up...and while you're at it, can you throw in a virgin Sex on the Sunrise?" "Sure thing! I'll be right back with those drinks and listen out for your name." "Uhh...thanks," Suzy replied meekly, "Put it on my tab." "Are you gonna talk to her?" Cry asked leaning in and looking across the bar at the other booth to the group. "No!" Suzy bit back, turning her head back and forth, doodling on her napkin shakily. "Why not?" Felix asked, "You should make friends that aren't guys."

"Hmph!" Shawna pouted, folding her arms and leaning back as her milkshake and Comedy Comes in Threes is sat in front of her. I'm just saying that maybe if you weren't around as many of... us..then maybe you'd feel better about guys because a girl told you we're trash said Jeremy, signing to Shawna across the table. "Ew," Ray said, as she received her food, "You like to eat onions..I forgot." "But they're onion rings, they're battered and there's mozzarella sticks and corn fritters, so-" What in the hell is that? asked Jeremy. "The corn fritter?" she asked, sipping her milkshake, he nods, "It's just a cool mix of corn and cream corn fried up." "Ew," Ray interjected. Yum, Jeremy replied. Ray shook his head as he ate his fries and bit into his eggplant burger, Eggs Can't Plant Seeds. They ate quietly and were entertained by all the people going up for karoke and it wasn't long before Ray had pulled them into the arcade. Jeremy sat with yet another order of their Kastu Chicken Pops and a soda as Ray and Shawna competed furiously- yelling over the thumping and clacking of the cabinet controls.

Next Up: Shawna and Suzy! Both girls looked at the stage, nervous. Shawna doesn't usually sing and the song she picked doesn't require a lot of it so she took a few deep breaths and started towards the stage once Jeremy was done massaging her shoulders. Suzy was confused. She didn't know what person had picked to do the song she starts her night with. Nobody that she knows knew that song. And most people who came in wouldn't even utter the song into the mix because of it's tone. The girl hopped up and walked to the stage and saw the girl that had stopped her in her tracks earlier sauntering up to the steps on stage. Suzy was a bit overwhelmed that the girl was around the same height as her and that she smelled amazing. Her small frame didn't really match her huge wavy hair, but it hid her curves on purpose, and up close they could be seen. Shawna looked like she was a normal girl who liked the latest trends and wouldn't even know the song she picked. Maybe they just threw her up here on random because she's new and didn't know what to pick so they filled the space. It's a duet anyway so it makes sense.

Ray and Jeremy had been standing adjacent to the table where Felix, Cry and Ro's booth was located, but not to their knowledge. Felix had noticed and stood up to confront them.

"Yo," he said. Are we in the way? Can you not see? Jeremy asked almost futile when he turns around to see Felix in his face. "Sorry I don't speak not mouth words- Curly Top, you speak english?" he asked. "He asked if we are in yall way. And Curly Top isn't my name, it's Ray, pretty boy," Ray rebuttled. "I'm flattered but I'm taken," Felix replied, pointing a thumb behind him to Cry, "And no, you guys aint in the way. I'm actually wondering if you wanted to sit with us." The two boys looked at one another and then back to the Swede, "And just why would we do that?" Ray asked, making a face. "Why? Our friends are on stage right now. And our girl likes your girl. Maybe we should hang out. Plus you guys are new and we're regulars...Come on, drinks and apps on us," Felix offered, gesturing towards the stage, then to the table where Ro waved at the other boys. "Bold of you to assume we'd be up for it...And how exactly does your girl like Shawna?" Ray asked, pushing Jeremy's chest to hold him up as he had started to walk towards the table to sit down, "You don't know us-" "You go to the same school as us..That's an Institute tie. That's cause for trusting us- we would see each other tomorrow anyway," Felix had said, flipping the boy's loosened tie on Ray's chest, which he swatted his hand away. "Do not touch me, Blondie," Ray quickly replied, "And even then, why should we trust you?" "We hide here from the popular kids and wait for the bus for our girl upstage. We're here today only because she's going through a breakup and could use a distraction. And by distraction, I mean a bi-straction. Is your girl on the spectrum?" Jeremy nods, She's bi, but keep talking- oh! And get back to the food and drinks I want more! "Dude I still don't understand you. You think you could, like mouth your words or something? I really don't speak ASL-" "He said she's bi and he's just asking about the apps and drinks," Ray said, "I'm sure it's a tough time for her, but there's a girl sitting right there, isn't there?" "Yeah but she's taken by someone with a Y-chromosome. Are you her boyfriend or something?" "No but-" "Then let's just give it chance; if it doesn't work then you'll have gotten us out of some food and drinks and we can act like this night never happened-" "Let me finish! Mr. Adonis!" Ray said, "I'm not her boyfriend but our whole reason for being here is because she got out of a very messy relationship as well and she needs to not worry about dating anyone just yet. If you're trying to get her to join some...crazy threesome-" "God! They're about to start, yes or no?!" Felix snapped. "Sure thing...but please also works," Ray shrugged as the moved past him and sat with the rest of Suzy's group. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Those flashing lights come from everywhere... Shawna watched the girl take the other microphone and pull the stand closer to her. The stage lights moved to point to the disco ball that turned in the corny fashion of the bar. The music slowly rose and her hands started to sweat and her heart began to race. She clutched the microphone as the song began and knew she had time to get herself together before the song had any vocal parts. She looked at the other girl next to her. She was intense even in all of this dark lighting, but she could feel her apprehension at them sharing a stage. Suzy had her uniform on but the sleeves of her jacket were rolled up, her long black hair loose and sitting on her shoulders (as opposed to the strict ponytails and braids they are allowed while class is in session) with her tie undone. Her rebellious look contrasted Shawna's wildly and then she hadn't noticed that the girl was trying to get her attention before her voice had brought her out of the focusing she was doing.

The way it hit'er, I just stop and stare, but I... Suzy had scanned the other girl over as she climbed up the stage herself and got in position. It's not the first time that she's had to share the stage with another person during a song that she picked and it's fine usually; however, today garnered more trouble because she had developed a crush on the other girl almost at first sight. She now got a good look at the girl. She's so...simple. Her hair fluffled out from obviously being in two french braids and a bang all day, causing wavy mane that fell just right. She wore light red lipstain over the other's black lipstick, which she couldn't get away from because her lips were so naturally full. Her frame was slight and curvy. She yanked her eyes back up as the music prompted the girl to start. She began slowly and watched the girl. Taking a longer pause with a larger breath into the lyric. Her cheeks were starting to feel hot but she held strong through the musical flourish and looked at the girl one more time to see if she'd fill in the song.

I'm lovestoned and I could swear that she knows. I think that she knows, oh..oh... Shawna jumped into the second verse and turned to the girl next to her and was so intimidated. Even though it was a song they both knew independently, it felt like they knew the song together in that moment for the first time. She bit her lip when she breathed and tried to lose herself in the lights. It made her feel faint, so she tried to side step out of the beam, crashing into the girl. Instead of getting pushed, she felt an arm around her sides, which stabilized her. Her hunched, defenseive state relaxed into the girl and her light perfume she still had on. From where she stood now, Shawna could see her friends sitting with a bunch of other kids who went to the school, a couple she had seen before. Everyone had heard or at least seen the blonde boy with the accent and his boyfriend with the mask. She hadn't been there very long and knew of them. She's friends with those boys? She's way out of her element here.

Those flashing lights come from everywhere (those flashing lights come from everywhere) Suzy joined her and felt so excited by their duet coming together, not to mention the fact that she's holding the girl's side to keep her from stumbling off of the stage. She turns to her and backs up, holding the girl's hand instead as she sang. It was cute that they were around the same height and donned two different styles. However, it just felt like this isn't the end. They continued the duet and her and Shawna finally locked eyes, their brown eyes shining in the light. Shawna's honey pots showed her benevolence and just sweet approach to things, where Suzy was a little rough around the edges in looks and her willingness to remain consistent. No girl in the school really chooses to express her goth style like her, and after years of getting punished for violations to the uniform and petitioned for some relaxation of the uniform policy at the school, which through her diligence and some concessions, she had won. Shawna looked to Suzy like a girl who only has enough personality to follow the guidelines, and feels as though some people can't just not be themselves for the sake of eduaction for several hours. It was the type of plain that made her want to know if there was anything underneath, even if she stole just an additional glance from her it would let her know that she's not always the straight arrow she presents herself to be.

The way they hit'er I just stop and stare (stop and stare), I'm loved stoned from everywhere (everywhere) and she knows, I think that she knows, oh..oh.. Shawna was dazed and really encompassed in the song, especially when she looked into the eyes of the girl in front of her. She wanted Suzy not to leave her side, her touch felt so needed. Everything about her when she came into this restaurant was dead until she touched her side. She was welling up with courage for when the song ended to say what she needed to say and hopefully, find out how she can see this girl at school. She had Jeremy and Ray here, she wasn't about to leave them alone while she either made a new friend or invested time in a new fling, plus she had to go home. However, she would be willing to get chewed out for this. For her, at least. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- They finished the song nearly kissing and their friends looked at one another around the table, knowing that something had happened on stage. Shawna was rosy with embarrassment, her neck exposed from her pushing her hair to one side as to give herself more air. Suzy, who was just as sweaty, hadn't realized they had walked down off the stage hand in hand, and when she released it, she wiped her hand on her skirt. That was the hottest karaoke I've ever seen, said Jeremy. "Oh my god, shut up, Jerry!" Shawna snapped at him, sliding on the end next to Ray, who threw an around her. "Have fuuun up there? It looks like you did," Ray asked, biting into a corn fritter, handing the girl one out of the basket, "Have you had these? Here, eat one."

"Yeah, did you have fun up there, Suze?" Ro asked, smiling at her as she beamed, it gave her such a delight to see her friend full of life again. "She just eye-fucked the hell outta that girl, are you kidding me?" Cry said, laughing as he took another mozzarella stick, receiving a gentle nudge from Felix. "Please excuse my boyfriend, he's had one too many RedBull By the Horns," Felix said calmly, but his smile never left him. "Wait, you two are dating?" Shawna asked after swallowing her bite, "I almost couldn't tell, I'm sorry." "You weren't really supposed to, because the school can be really weird about gay couples, but yes they are extremely gay and in a homosexual relationship," Suzy said, sipping her drink, keeping eye contact with the girl on the other side of the table.

There was a little bit of silence as Shawna at times shied away from her gaze, then returned it, both giggling at each other. "You said you guys were outcasts, I don't think that's true," Ray challenged, not paying attention to his friend engaging in quiet flirting. "We are, most of the people at the school are vloggers, who do you know that's there who bakes, games or even vlogs nerdy dark shit like Suzy? You don'!" Felix explained, pointing a finger and dipping a Katsu Chicken Pop into the sauce and eating it. We're nobodies. And Shawna's new, we're like, transplanted nobodies, Jeremy mentioned. "Hahah...yeah, they get it, Jer, we're nobodies," Shawna said, sipping her drink and then shifting her focus back to Suzy, who gestured they play in the arcade alone. "But we're nobodies who have a bond, we understand ASL," Ray said, not paying attention to Shawna getting up from the table.

"Is that a thing you did for Jeremy, or was it like, something you guys just happened to know?" Ro asked, watching Suzy and Shawna sneak off with their drinks and a basket of Comedy Comes in Threes. "We're not a couple and I've known him for years and he actually taught me for years, labour for the love of friendship," Ray said, "Easy to talk to him privately when people just think you look weird." "I will give you that, it does raise your friend dynamic factor significantly," Cry mentioned, then noticing two girls and a basket of food gone, "Where's the Comedy Comes in Threes?" "Shawna and Suzy took it with them on their first date to the arcade," Ray said, pointing behind them to the arcade where the girls were playing and talking.

"Good, I hate onions," Felix said, shrugging. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shawna and Suzy were laughing it up as they talked at the foosball table, discussing things and various interests. "This is the first time I've seen you around here, and in Institute colours..You new?" Suzy asked, working their way around a pool table. "Uhhmmm, yes..but only a few months," Shawna replied, lining up her shot, listening to the balls clack, the cue ball not making one sink. "Few months, huh?..Well, I've been there a couple o' years as of next August," she replied, sinking her ball and watching the others around it fall in. "Oh..uhh, okay..I-Is it...hard?" Shawna asked, looking up at her again, "You know..getting therapy and going to school up there, like can you keep your grades?" "Yeah, they make it, real easy..even if you miss class because you needed extra treatment..They give you tests and time in study halls to catch up for the next tests and even offer exam prep." "Wooww...The placement test to get in-" "Is just a ploy for the parents to think this is some ivy league college prep school when really it's for-" "People like us?" They gave long stares at one another as they laughed lightly and exchanged glances longingly, wondering what their next move was as Shawna put up their cues and followed her with just their drinks to a Mrs. Pac-Man cabinet. Suzy brushed against the girl's waist with her forearem, causing her to turn around to respond, but found her side against the game's side. Shawna's eyes met with the other girl's in the dim light with other colours surrounding them. Shawna breathed a little, feeling the coolness of the acrylic against her back through her shirt and made her aware enough to look around and realize they're in between two games, and not originally facing the dining room like she thought before. It was quieter and much nicer to hear her and chat, and the game they both wanted to play was right there when they were done. Their legs crossed one another and made it comfortable in this cramped spot, the music just enough, but not too much. She became a little concerned about her safety. Her friends don't know their way around this arcade and she's tucked in between someplace in this dark, crowded bar. She breathed hard and felt fingers on her chin, "Did you know that you beat me?" Suzy asked, looking at the girl across from her. "Huh..huh..what?" Shawna asked, getting more aware again, following the movement to the other girl's eyes, "What'd I do?" "You beat me..in pool. I figured you'd checked out because I touched you..It confused you. Crowded and loud isn't your style," Suzy explained, looking at her and stroking her face with her thumb, "It's alright you can relax. I'm not gonna do anything crazy." Shawna never felt more grounded in that moment. She was looking at Suzy, who had an unsure smile on her face as well. She's been here before and she's certainly done this before. Who exactly had she done this with to figure this out? It doesn't really matter right now, does it? Whatever the case was, she was good at it. Her eyes glowed in the soft light and her hair was cascading over her shoulder. Her hand was soaked with sweat, but it was from her hand, and it trembled a little. She wasn't together, either. This was all rather intimate. Suzy smiled at the girl as best she could, and liked that she smiled back. They continued talking about how they learned to play pool and how they both like quite a few of the same arcade games. They giggled and laughed as they sipped their drinks and spoke to one another, hearing and watching occasional people pass them by, but no one ever noticed. It was their own little getaway in the middle of a crowd. Shawna warmed up as soon as she realized that's what was happening. The next thing she knew the girl was playing with the tail of the bottom of her button down, still glancing back up, but was biting her lip. God, she'd never seen someone bit their lip and turn her on like that. Suzy took her lips in and made eye contact with the girl again. "You know what you're doing, right?" Suzy asked, leaning back and chuckling nervously, her frustration blowing out of her breath. Shawna took her lip in one more time, then nodded slowly with a smile. She still held onto the girl's shirt and started to wind her hand to pull her back in. Suzy obliged and quickly pushed her hands up the side of the girl's face and pressed against her, kissing her lips gently. It took the both of them off guard, Shawna bringing her hands away from her shirt and underneath, pulling the girl in by her waist, feeling her soft skin. Their skin grew hotter even though their position stayed the same.

"What do you think they're doing?" Ro asked, forking around her Pie in the Sky cake. "They're not in the bathroom, so they're not fucking," Ray mentioned, shrugging. "They're probably still in the arcade," Cry said, rubbing a sleepy Felix's arm. I saw them there, but it seems they disappeared, Jeremy said. "Suzy likes to hide between the games when she's overwhelmed and can't focus," Ro explained, "It muffles the sound and the noise." "Great, so they're fucking in between the games in an arcade," Ray said, "I'm not breaking that up." "Ew! And stop saying those things..It's way too gross over there, it's only in emergencies-" Ro began, then her face fell apart at the thought, and she shuttered before her phone rang, "Hello?...Uh yeah, we're still at the bar..I'm waiting for Su-...I'm on my way.." "You gotta go?" Cry asked, looking at Ro. "Mark was just checking in, I'm supposed to uh..he's making sure I get uhh..we have to study..it's getting late," Ro stumbled through the words after the phone call. "Okay you can go ahead, Rosie," Felix said, finally awake again, and getting up, "I'm gonna walk you to the train and Cry can grab the two newlyweds." "Oh..okay..we just gonna drive them home-" Cry began to ask. We're just chopped liver? Jeremy signed, with confusion on his face. "Them includes you two. I don't think it'll matter. We're just gonna hang out until these two gotta go home," Cry continued, "Where does she live?" "Hallowed Grove, off 5th, it's a 2-hour train ride from the school," Ray explained, "30-minute walk to the train station." "Sounds like we're going in the same direction, she lives on 13th a little past Markle," Cry says, "It's a 20-minute walk to the 15-minute bus to the station, 2-hour 15-minute train ride." "Wow, that's far," Ray said, looking at Jeremy, "Well, we can get a ride from Shawna's house." "Fine. We should get going, we've got a test in the morning," Cry said, pulling his car keys out of his pocket. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Shawna and Suzy are pulled out of their world by Cry, and they follow one another hand in hand. Their friends all pile into Cry's mom's minivan, and drive off into the night. The ride in the car is fairly quiet due to the energy being drained from the bar. Shawna and Suzy continue to coo with one another and talk quietly while the others sleep and Felix drives. "So uhh...what happened with your ex?" Shawna asked, tracing imaginary lines into Suzy's stomach. "He was cheating on me with my sister, and is currently dating her. She's very respectful about it, but he's..relentless. She tries not to tell me anything about him or what he says, but we go to the same school. It's unavoidable.." She explained, "Wh-what about you?" "He and I hit it off even though we're on two different side of the high school food chain..Then he told me all of this was for his childhood friend who wouldn't date him yet and that I essentially didn't matter. He was the reason I breathed...and then, she died in a drunk driver incident and...he rejected me even after he tried to take his own life for her. And...just like that..everyone hated me, when I liked being ignored better," Shawna sighed, picking the dirt out of her nails and shrugging. Suzy nods and bites her lip, "So..are you really..uh..uhm...or is it for show?" "Are you questioning my sexuality?" Shawna asked, giving her a confused look to which Suzy stares. The brunette giggles and kisses the girl's cheek, "I've known since I was like 13..I didn't do it a lot and at times Andrew would exploit it, but...I hadn't been in a real relationship with a girl before." "Oh..Well I-I dunno.. This all just kinda..felt..right? You know, just for the time. I'm not straight? I just..I dunno," Suzy stumbled, getting embarassed. "It's alright. I'm not in the market of judgement. I blame the song. It's very suggestive of lesbian attraction," Shawna joked lightly, making Suzy smile, "You don't have to care if you don't want to. We had fun tonight, and I know my friends wanted that for me. Plus, I'd tell you when I'd make you my girlfriend...and it's just not something I'm in the business of. I'd hate to do to someone what Andrew did to me...or worse..c-cus..I don't know anything else right now..you know?" "I like that," Suzy said with a nod, cuddling to Shawna, "I'd let you take the lead anyway, because I have no clue what I'm doing at all!" "I wouldn't be so quick to say that..You have a certain way about you that took me out of my usual slump lately, and being on stage with you had me breathless..you've got an appeal. It's not mysterious, but I just was... enamoured about what you'd do to me," Shawna explained, getting lost again in the moments. "Wow...You..you think so?" Suzy asked, looking up at the girl, messing with the bottom of her skirt. "Yeah..we don't have to be..like..together, but if you wanna see where this leads..f-for science reasons-" "You mean like Felix and Ryan?" Suzy mentioned, "Except that..they're like, actually gay? They had a trial period for a while and we're doing it at first for a completely different reason, but now..they're.." "Happy?" "Yeah..happy..I think that's why we have friends and some friends become our boyfriends and girlfriends," Shawna said, giving a weak smile, "That's what Andrew told me, at least when he acted like he really loved me." "I think the words were more true than the person," Suzy added, "We should cast a spell on him." "He's graduating from my old school this year, I think karma's worked a whole bunch in my favor," Shawna rebutted. "Nothing crazy, just some unfortunate happenings and a few nightmares of his twisted game," Suzy said, "That's what I've been doing to Arin." "You're a witch?" Shawna asked, getting more direct, "I mean..there's nothing wrong, but..do you have a coven?" "Well I mean I'm trying..right now it's me, Leda, and Kristen-" "And let me guess, they're together too?" "Nope..Kristen's been trying to cast a love spell on this guy in her history class named PJ, and Leda's...I dunno what Leda does. Sometimes she's with Charlie, sometimes she's not, sometimes she's with Cyr, sometimes she's not. We see her deal with this Cameron guy every once and a while," Suzy said, "So they'd be okay with no strings attached for me and a fourth." "Uhh..I'll see about being a fourth, but I'd like to see about casting the spell on him...as for no strings attached..I'm down if you're down." "GOD! ONE OF YOU SAY YES!" Felix snapped from the front seat. "FUCK YOU!" the girls said in unison, then looked at one another and laughed, sharing a kiss.

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