#had this stupid idea and couldn’t rest until I drew it lmao

[thefanciestborrower]

Jimmy don’t you DARE tell him

[obeiii-mee]

Hi there! Im back, tysm for doing my HC ;;/ it was super cute, i really liked Mammons and Satans!! If you dont mind if i ask for another? Hdjsks Recently, i slipped while walking home with some pals and scrapped my knee. It wasnt too bad, but it sure looked bad lmao If you can could you do HCs for the boys reacting to MC slipping and scrapping there knee while walking w them? Im sure Mammon would have a heart attack hfjd Tysm!! Keep up the good work♡

Thank you so much! I hope your knee gets better and that it wasn’t too painful! The brothers would all be panicking in their own way but I agree, Mammon would faint or something lmao.

Hope this was OK.

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The Brothers with an MC who fell and scraped their knee:

Lucifer:

-It was a miracle you managed to convince him to come out on a walk with you at all

-The man doesn’t know when to take a break from his work

-He’s more likely to accept if it’s you asking tho, he has an obvious soft spot for you

-The others call him a suck up behind his back because of it

-You were so happy that you managed to pry Lucifer away from his desk, you were basically skipping alongside him

-Long story short, you tripped over your own two feet and fell

-Luckily, your knees and palms were the only things that got a bit scruffy

-Well, actually your right knee looked as if someone tried removing your entire knee cap with a scalpel, skin and all but adrenaline was kicking in and you couldn’t feel much

-You’ve never seen Lucifer freeze the way he did then

-His mind just drew a blank

-You were about to shrug it off and call it a day, get up and continue your walk but daddy Lucifer can’t have that

-He has six younger brothers (and a younger sister at some point) he is pretty experienced when it comes to treating injuries

-You aren’t walking for the rest of the day, let me make this clear

-He will carry you back to the House of Lamentation no matter how much you protest

-In case it wasn’t obvious already, Lucifer gives off massive dad vibes and now he’s bandaging your leg while you’re laying down on his bed

-While the rest of the brothers watch the two of you from behind the door frame because they are all equally worried

-Get ready for the three hour lecture coming your way

-He’s pissed and amused at the same time tbh

-Silly human, falling over like that and hurting themselves

-Lord Diavolo forbid you try to get out of that bed, he will drag you back and make sure you stay there until your knee is better (kinky)

Mammon:

-He was on his merry way to the casino to blow off all of Lucifer’s money and you tagged along solely for the purpose of making sure he didn’t spend all of Lucifer’s money

-You’d both be done for if he did

-But I guess fate really had it out for you on that day since your foot slipped on....something and you tripped

-Both of your knees looked bloody and damaged as hell but you were more irritated than anything

-Mammon on the other hand did a fucking double take and almost passed out

-He screeched his lungs out

-One look at your injured knees and he was ready to drag you all the way to the human realm on foot to find you a doctor

-“MC ARE YOU OK WHY THE FUCK IS THERE SO MUCH BLOO-HOLY SHIT STAY STILL DON’T MOVE! THE GREAT MAMMON WILL FIX THIS...SOMEHOW.”

-It was very dramatic, he cried

-You stood up to prove that you were alright because you thought he was going to have a seizure soon enough

-OK, that helped him calm down a little

-At least now he knew your legs weren’t about to get torn off and you weren’t on the verge of death

-Fuck the casino, you were going home

-Like Lucifer, don’t expect you will walk home by yourself

-He will carry you, a bit embarrassed by his initial freak out but still eyeing your wound, concerned

-As soon as you get home and the other brothers help you out because he’s shit at bandaging, he just sits in his own pool of misery and guilt

-Your poor knees wouldn’t be so jacked up if you hadn’t come along with him today

-He was so determined to make it up to you, he stayed by your bedside like a loyal puppy with a wagging tail (flashback to the animal event)

-Overall, he almost went into cardiac arrest and was too panicked to realise you were fine

-You thought he was smothering and overprotective before? Good luck for the rest of the week

Levi:

-“See, this is why I don’t like going out. There’s always some normie laying on the groun- OH MY LORD DIAVOLO, MC IS THAT YOU?? ARE YOU OK?”

-HIS HENRY ALMOST DIED ON THE NEWLY POLISHED FLOOR OF AN ANIME CONVENTION, HE HAS VERY MIXED EMOTIONS

-You fell knees first and hurt them quiet badly but you could stand, even if the pain made you twitch a little

-This confused Levi because you looked fine even though your knees certainly didn’t

-You told him you felt alright and it wasn’t that big of a deal and he absolutely rolled with it

-But you guys still went home after that

-He said it was because you bled all over your cosplay but that’s just him being a tsundere

-Levi is usually very shy when it comes to physical contact but he firmly insisted that he help you walk home

-I mean, he knows you said you were feeling OK and maybe humans just have a lot of tolerance for injuries like that

-But he still felt it was necessary that he took you home and checked out your injuries

-He kept the mood light while disinfecting you’re wound with some help from Satan by talking about how the convention went

-High low-key relieved seeing you walk around like normal two minutes after that

-He started bitching to you about how you made him miss his the event but he didn’t mean any of it

-“Stupid normie, making me miss my favourite Ruri-chan event. You’re lucky I love you and think you’re cute....did I just say that out loud??”

Satan:

-Oh dear, why would you go out for a walk in the middle of a rainstorm? What were you thinking?

-Actually, it was Satan’s idea

-He may be a demon and the prince of Wrath no less, but he is such a sappy, cheesy bastard at times

-He definitely thinks that walking and kissing in the rain is very romantic (bet he read something like that in an erotica)

-You know what’s not romantic blondie? Slipping on a very small puddle and potentially fracturing your leg

-It was just a scraped knee but you were frustrated enough to be extra

-He’s helping you up before you even have the chance to realise you fell in the first place

-Your knee was looking pretty bad so you guys went home just to avoid any further casualties

-He’s actually chuckling all the way back while you playfully glare at him because how dare he laugh at your misery?

-Date night was ruined but at least he got to take care of you

-He knew your knee must have hurt and he felt bad but he couldn’t help but giggle a bit to himself because your fall was so comical

-Ah but he does enjoy fussing over you for the rest of the night a bit too much

Asmo:

-You thought Mammon was melodramatic?

-Take a look at this fucking guy

-He actually screeches even louder than his brother and probably falls to his knees too (but not really because those pants were expensive)

-His screams definitely got the attention of at least 10 random passerbyers

-He’s actually on the verge of crying

-I mean, can you blame him?? Look at your beautiful knees!! They were ruined

-He felt so bad for you, he actually babied the hell out of you that day

-“Asmo, it’s fine. It’s just a scrap.”

-“A SCRAP, MC IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR KNEE IS ABOUT TO FALL OFF YOUR POOR SKIN-“

-It was just a scrap but Asmo’s secret talent is being extra as fuck

-He totally spilled all the tea to the rest of the brothers when he got home

-And then he ushered you into his room

-Funnily enough, he’s pretty good with injuries. Not as much as Satan and Lucifer but still

-He pampered you for the next few hours but that image of your skin being all grazed like that will forever haunt him

-How can you not be so bothered by it?? He’d die if he was in your place

-I love Asmo just because of how dramatic he is

Beel:

-Your shoelaces were undone and of course that meant a fun little trip to the floor of Hell’s Kitchen

-Beel didn’t notice you fell at first, he was concentrating on his food and assumed you were next to him

-But then he realised that you weren’t and for a moment he thought you disappeared or something

-Before he turned to find you laying on the floor, curled up because life was pain and you were suffering

-“Are you OK? Or are you just tired? Belphie does that a lot when he’s tired.” Or depressed one might say

-But for real, he’s good at identifying serious wounds and less serious wounds since he’s an athlete

-He can tell your knees were bleeding way more than they should have from just a simple scrap

-He slinged you over his shoulder and carried you, calmly, back home, with a burger still in his hand

-He’s actually really collective and talked to you while cleaning up your injury to take your mind off the pain

-He knows humans are a little more fragile than demons so even though he knows it’s not a big deal, he can’t help but worry

-It’s kinda hard falling around him tho because chances are, he will actually catch you even if he happens to hold something

-He’s sad if you’re sad so please don’t cry he will bandage your scraped knee do you want the last bit of his burger to make you feel better?

-Comfort hugs afterwards!

-Which is awesome because Beel gives out best hugs :)

Belphie:

-Ah yes, another beautiful day at RAD

-Walking alongside with your grumpy and sleepy boyfriend when a random demon bumps into you

-Wel not bumps, more like shoves you so hard you fall down and tear the fabric of your pants

-While the dude shrugs it off and speeds away

-You were a bit pissed off because rude

-But Belphie was fucking fuming

-He felt so offended on your part

-I mean, the nerve of him

-He was tired as shit but he wanted to chase after him and throw hands, possibly fill his pillow with rocks and hit him over the head with it

-He forced himself to focus on you first before hunting the moron down

-He was a bit concerned when he didn’t see you come back up after you fell

-Turns out, you scraped your knee pretty horribly and now you were bleeding all over the floor

-He’s even more quiet than usual as he helps you up and half carries you to your next class

-He starts taking care of your knee in the middle of DevilDom history he doesn’t give a flying fuck

-He’s still furious by the time he gets home and most of his brothers know to leave him be when he makes that scary ass face

-No talk to him

-He angy

-“Does your knee still hurt?”

-“A bit but it’s not-“

-“Come nap with me.”

-“Why?”

-“Naps shall cure your pain.”

-“...”

-“Nah but for real come take a nap with me.”

-Next day at school, the dude from yesterday walks by him and Belphie smashes his head against the wall

-Before walking away as if nothing happened

-I stan protective Belphie

These HCs are really bad but I love them anyway

Al~

[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Chan: Homewrecker (Part Six)

Characters: Chan x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, it’s basically all angst i’m sorry lmao

Word count: 1,741

Summary: Chan caught your attention as soon as your eyes met across the market. Something about him drew you to him, and you knew you were meant to be. However, you were already taken and arranged to be married on your next birthday, so you could never be together.

a/n: things in bold are in english

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Rin frowned as she stared at her alpha. He was just reading a book at the kitchen table while she stood at the counter and just watched him, the frown not necessarily intentional, but it appeared because of her thoughts.

“Do you want something or are you going to continue to stare at me until you burn a hole in my head?” Jiung wondered, not looking up from his book.

She was well aware the older wolf knew she was there and had been watching him silently, she just wasn’t sure what to say to him. Whenever she tried to bring up what was bothering her, he just brushed it off and said everything would be fine. Rin absolutely loved Jiung, but she didn’t like how positive he always was. It was going to get him in trouble one day.

“I still feel like Eunjin’s getting closer to us whenever she screams,” Rin stated for at least the tenth time since meeting with Seungcheol’s pack. It had only been two days since then, but both nights, the pack had woken up to Eunjin screaming in the distance -- and Rin was sure it was getting louder each time. “I don’t like this feeling I’m getting, Ji.”

“Her screams were never an issue to you before, and now they are? She was in our house before, Corinne,” he reminded the younger girl with a chuckle, setting his book down on the table and turning his attention to her. “I’m telling you, everything will be okay. That probably has nothing to do with us.”

Rin grimaced at his use of her full name before making a face at him. But despite being playful with the alpha, she still felt immense worry that going into town with Seungcheol’s pack was a bad idea. She understood the pack’s promise to always help others in need, but she’d also heard the horror stories of how doing that had gone wrong for them. She was the newest member of the pack even though she wasn’t the youngest -- Jiung and Chanseong had found her on a trip to Australia  where she’d fled to from New Zealand -- so she didn’t have to go through the loss the pack had faced. But she’d heard they used to have so many more of them, and they’d all died from either trying to help other packs, or from very unfortunate accidents -- like Rika’s mate. And she feared that Jiung’s positive and helpful mindset was going to cause even more causalities, especially with them having to go into town to help. 

But, knowing Jiung would continue to wave away her concerns until she ultimately gave up again, Rin didn’t say another word about it.

-

Things were normal that morning in the house as Chan returned home. Only a few of the pack were awake -- he wasn’t sure why some of the pack woke at the crack of dawn, but at least it meant that there was usually breakfast for him when he got home --  but Soonyoung wasn’t in the kitchen waiting up for him like usual.

“He probably went into town again,” Junhui shrugged when Chan had asked about it. “He’s not in his room, so that’s my best bet.”

“Why’re you even awake, anyway?” the youngest wondered.

Jun sighed as he continued making his own breakfast, mumbling, “Stupid fucking birds...”

The pup opted to not comment on Junhui’s odd reoccurring nightmare and just ate his breakfast before going upstairs to sleep. He didn’t really sleep much when he was with you -- he might doze off a bit, but it wasn’t enough to make him feel rested -- so he often went up to his room after eating breakfast.

However, his slumber was cut short by an ear-piercing scream so loud that he only recalled one time when he heard it: when Eunjin had first seen Joshua. Chan immediately clamped his hands over his ears and let out a howl at the pain, curling into a ball under his blankets. It felt like it lasted forever, and even when it was over, it still rang painfully in his ears.

Feeling disoriented, Chan stumbled out of bed and made his way downstairs. He could hear the pack was absolutely silent, but he wasn’t sure why until he rounded the corner to the living room.

Eunjin had just passed through the doorway to the living room, frozen where she stood. The pack was all staring wide-eyed at her, but Chan was unable to see where she was looking since her back was to him. He walked forward and peered around her, following her gaze.

His heart dropped into his stomach.

Even though the whole pack was staring at her in horror, her eyes were locked with Hansol’s. The wolf seemed more surprised than afraid, staring back and blinking every so often without saying anything or moving a muscle. 

What broke the silence was Jooyeon whispering, “Is Hansol gonna die?”

The alpha blinked, broken from his horrified trance. The banshee was screaming in the face of one of his pack, and that struck fear straight through him. What was he supposed to do about that? What was he supposed to think?

He shook his head, softly replying, “I... I don’t know.”

-

Eunjin described it as ‘a bad feeling’. 

“I can’t tell what’s going to happen, I just get a feeling,” was all she was able to explain. But she clearly felt bad for shaking up the pack, quickly adding, “It might not be him dying! He might just...c-cause it...?”

That didn’t really make anybody feel better, but they felt bad for the poor girl. She couldn’t control it.

But with the date of your birthday quickly arriving, the pack was terrified of what was to come, and they had a feeling that Eunjin’s scream had to do with that. Ever since they made the plan with Jiung and his pack, Eunjin had been going out into the woods more and more often. As if the pack wasn’t stressed enough, now they had to worry about tracking down a banshee in the middle of the forest at night.

With only a few days left to work out the rest of the details of the plan, Jiung was going to go back to Seungcheol’s with Hanbin, Chanseong, and Rika while Kyung, Baekhan, and Jaesang went to scope out the town a little bit. Chan was growing more and more anxious as days went by, unable to think about anything else but you and getting you out of there. He knew it was dangerous and risky, but he was also excited that there was a chance of giving you a better life than what you had. It was scary, but it was a risk he knew he had to take.

However, as the countdown to the rescue mission grew shorter, Joshua seemed to grow more and more grumpy. He was even more irritable than normal, and more often than not, he wasn’t even at the house.

“I don’t know what’s up with him lately,” Jeonghan sighed, running his slender fingers through his hair. “He won’t talk to anyone, either.”

“I think I know what it might be,” Seungkwan offered, knowing Joshua wasn’t even around to hear them. “Well, Eunjin might.”

The pack was surprised. The girl who caused the most confusion that morning might have some answers for something else.

She just looked at him silently as the pack looked between the pair. But she seemed too nervous to speak up, so Seungkwan patted her hands he held in his and spoke for her.

“I think the voice she hears a lot is Lilly,” he admitted. Eunjin looked down at her lap, eyebrows furrowed. “She’s been telling me what it says, and she said it sounds female. She’s been saying things like ‘what if it’s like last time’ and, um... Love, what was the other thing?”

“‘He doesn’t want to leave me,’“ she recited, still staring at her lap.

“Right,” he nodded, “so I think he’s going to visit her grave everyday.”

“Why would he have to leave--?”

Soonyoung’s eyes opened as the realization hit him, cutting off Chan’s question, “Because we’ll have to move away.”

The pack fell silent, suddenly feeling heartache for their brother. Joshua was getting irritable because he was upset. All he had to be close to Lilly was the place they buried her which wasn’t too far from the house. But after all of this, they’d have to move farther away to the house Jiung had showed them. They’d be farther away from Lilly, and that made Josh upset.

“Let’s just cut him some slack for a while,” Jihoon spoke up.

Thankfully, a knock at the door broke the somber atmosphere. Jiung had arrived with his pack, so Seungcheol called for them to come in. The small group walked down the hallway and rounded the corner to the living room.

Eunjin looked up.

The next thing he knew, Chan was slapping his hands over his ears, doubling over from the pain. Had his eyes not been squeezed shut, he would’ve seen the rest of his pack -- including the mates -- and Jiung’s pack doing the same as Eunjin’s shriek made their ears feel like they were bleeding.

Once it was over, both packs slowly uncovered their ears and looked up at Eunjin. The banshee was standing up from her spot on the couch between Seungkwan and Seungcheol, staring with her lips parted and her blue eyes wide like she had with Hansol.

This time, she was staring at the other alpha.

-

At the edge of town, the small group finally composed themselves after hearing the awful scream. It was in the distance, but far too close for comfort. And it was in the direction of Seungcheol’s, which none of them liked one bit.

“What do you think that was?” Jaesang asked, looking to Kyung for answers.

Not wanting to worry the younger wolves, she just sighed and shook her head, “It’s fine, let’s go.”

‘Kyung, aren’t you worried?’ she heard the telepathic pup in her head, and knew Jaesang could hear him, too.

“No, Baek,” she promised, even though it was a lie.

Kyung walked into town with Baekhan and Jaesang flanking her, muttering to herself, “He better not be getting us into more trouble than we can handle, or I’ll kill him myself.”

[ultimatetornshipper]

Daminette December day 11- Snowglobe and 12- Soulmate au

@daminette-december2019-2020

Okk sooo like I said I wanted to make a separate lil one shot for this one because I have a nice lil idea in mind and my medieval au does not work with the snow globe and soulmate thing so I decided fuck it.

Also Tim isn’t it the series yet so I decided to do some brotherly shenanigans that included him.

This one shot actually worked out really well like I love it.

I get to be slightly more… hmm what’s the word?... stupid?

It’s the writing on skin, appears on soulmate's skin, soulmate au btw.

Honestly I love this, it did not go as expected lmao.

Anyway I hope u guys enjoy this!

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The Permanent Marker

The first time Damian saw a snow globe it had been during a fight with Tim, who'd decided to throw him with it.

It was safe to say that the item that was thrown ended their fight. The side made of ceramic hit his arm. Unfortunately (or fortunately) it landed on the floor, the glass shattered. The tiny fake snowflakes scattered all over the place.

Before then he had only heard of one thing that, in his mind, worked similarly…

“Drake, I will skin you alive!” he said jumping on his brother, Jason pulled him off and held him back, “Todd! Release me at once! The imbecile just attacked me with a glitter bomb!”

The entire manor went silent for a few seconds before they all burst out laughing.

To this day, he was still being teased about it. Even though the incident had happened years ago.

It resulted in him having quite the distaste for snow globes.

So imagine his annoyance when he woke up four days before the anniversary of The Incident with a picture of a snow globe on his hand.

As if that didn’t make the message clear enough, there was a snow globe and a glitter bomb on his bedside table, each labelled mockingly.

He growled and turned his gaze back to his hand.

He had no idea how his brothers had managed to draw it on him without waking him up but he was absolutely livid.

His soulmate must be incredibly confused as to why there was a crudely drawn snow globe on her hand.

He got up and stomped to the bathroom, washing it off. He got ready and walked angrily to the dining room.

He found them all there and when they saw his sour expression they burst out laughing.

He glared at them all through breakfast, his temper far shorter than usual.

He just hoped his soulmate wouldn’t ask about the snow globe or better still, that she hadn’t seen it.

Every morning for the next two days, he woke up with an ugly little snow globe on his hand. And each morning he would wash it off.

He was bordering on the edge of murderous.

Meanwhile in Paris, Marinette was in a similar state.

You see, for three days she had been trying to remember the damn stupid snow globe Alya had forgotten at her house over the weekend.

She’d drawn a nice little snow globe on her hand to remind herself. But apparently her soulmate was hell bent on not letting her return the damned snow globe.

Each time she drew the little picture, he would wash it off it sometime before she got home.

Because of course he would.

She knew he was a tidy person and he’d established that he had no wish to meet her back when they were small, but usually he at least didn’t wash off her drawings.

She huffed in annoyance as she rode the train back home.

It would’ve been easier to return the snow globe to Alya when they were still in Collegé Francious Du Point, where she lived only a street away. But nooooo, their lycee was far enough away that she had to take the train there and back. Just having Alya pick it up wasn’t as easy as it used to be.

She took out a pen and redrew her snow globe. He had already washed off the one she made earlier that day.

When she got home she realized that he had also washed off the one she made on the train. She huffed in annoyance and groaned.

Why was everything against her?

She eyed her drawer.

Maybe…

No, that wasn’t fair, she didn’t know why he erased the snow globe each time. There could be a very good reason.

Her pettier side didn’t care though. She was sick of him. He’d hurt her so much when they were kids, refusing to even try to get to know her. Not replying to any of her writing or doodles.

Eventually she stopped writing but doodles found still their way onto her skin. And they arrived at a silent truce of sorts, he would let her draw, and she wouldn’t expect anything.

Until now apparently.

Why couldn’t he just give her – give them - a chance?

Why couldn’t they just be normal? Why did he have to be such an ass? Why couldn’t they just write to one another?

She was reminded of the only time he'd written more than a few words to her.

The day she’d accidentally used the wrong kind of pen. The kind that had ink that didn’t wash off properly until after three days.

A permanent marker.

She didn’t known it was a permanent marker, and it wasn’t like she’d drawn anything too big with it. Just a medium sized heart on her wrist.

She was eight, she didn’t think it would be a problem.

Well apparently it was, because that day he let her have it. That day he made it clear that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her.

But to hell with that.

If he wanted to break their truce, the weird set of rules they had somehow established…

Then so would she.

She stood and opened the drawer, she took out the permanent marker she hadn’t touched in years and removed the lid.

She smiled as she drew her snow globe again.

This time she would remember the snow globe.

And she did, the next morning she saw her snow globe still on her hand, slightly smudged, but there. She smiled victoriously.

She returned Alya's snow globe and spent the rest of the day on cloud nine. Maybe it wasn’t the nicest of things to do, but it wasn’t like he took her into consideration. She figured this, at most, made them even.

What caught her off guard however, was the neat writing in black ink that appeared on her wrist later that night

The words ‘I’m sorry’ were etched onto her skin in handwriting that she recognized as his.

You see Damian hadn’t noticed the sketch when he got home. Hadn’t noticed it when he’d put on his gloves for patrol or when he’d gone to bed.

He never saw it until morning.

He lost it when he realized his brothers had written on him with a permanent marker.

The one think he’d basically forbade her from doing all those years ago and they did it.

They crossed a line. And Damian made that perfectly clear.

By attacking them and beating them up until they apologized.

He still felt it was necessary to apologize to her.

For the permanent ink. But also for all the years of silence, for all the years of ignoring her.

He settled on a small ‘I’m sorry’ on his wrist and hoped for the best.

That tiny apology, though, opened up a line of communication between the two.

They started talking regularly, growing closer and closer through their words. Eventually they met and started dating.

They helped one another, through trauma and superheroing and liars and villains, they were there.

They became a dynamic duo, he helped her run her label while she did commissions and designed her days away.

They were happy, one of the success stories. And while they hung up the capes and cowls, they were always available for emergencies.

They would tell their children and their grandchildren the story of the snow globe. Dick, Jason and Tim often liked to take credit. Earning a disgusted ‘Tt' from Damian and a laugh from Marinette.

The moral of the story, Marinette always liked to say, was that sometimes even the smallest, insignificant thing could make the biggest, life altering difference.

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[saladejin]

Call An Uber? | 19

BTS x Reader | idolverse au, uber driver!Reader, translator!Reader | Fluff, flirting, super slow burn, angst and hurt/comfort, mature themes and eventual smut

Summary: Your normal life with a normal, yet inconsistent job gets drastically changed when your dreams come true. Sounds boring right?

What happens when all of this occurs, but you’re still doing something you love AND getting a large sum for it? Now there’s something to think about, and it’s definitely not what you’re thinking.

Warnings: Drunken shenanigans, flirting and sexual implications

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: Pt. 2 of the game! You can tell I had fun with this part, sorry if the decisions don’t match up with what you guys would choose, I know we’d all have a hard time picking though lmao.

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  Knowing I had a decision, Jimin inched closer until I could basically feel the body heat oozing from his skin. The rest of the room was silent as they waited for what I would do. I could barely register the presence of the others at the moment though, because all I could seem to focus on were the smouldering burnt umber eyes in front of me. Even in all their makeup-free glory, they were magnificent in the way they helplessly drew me in and made me feel restless in every way.

I gave myself one final nod before rising to my knees and leaning further towards him. 

Taehyung and Jungkook were unblinking like owls as they followed the movements with their widened gazes. My hands never left the muscles of Jimin’s upper arm, and I felt them tense suddenly as my face moved downwards to his jaw. I let my eyes trail the clear, albeit with a slight sheen of sweat, beautiful expanse of his collarbone and neckline before finally planting a gentle kiss on the bump I found in the middle. I felt his Adam’s apple move underneath my lips as he gulped against his will, and I wished I could see how he looked during the moment.

I wanted to see his head tilted upwards, his expression. I wanted to see how his eyes darkened and how he fought the urge to bite down on his bottom lip for a few heart-stopping seconds. I could only see the way his fists clenched while they rested beside him against the ground, as if he wanted to mix them into the action so badly, but couldn’t because it was only meant to be a stupid game.

“His…throat?” Taehyung pondered aloud once I pulled away. What had only taken a mere two seconds had felt like a lifetime, and I had to divert my attention when the feeling of my lingering breath caused a shiver to travel the length of Jimin’s spine noticeably.

“Nope. I know it’s not quite right, but I meant his vocal cords.” I shook my head, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the idea.

“Oh! But it’s impossible to be direct so you just went over the top?” Hoseok closed his eyes and breathed in awe, reaching out for a sharp high-five much to my amusement.

“Oh, how thoughtful of our (Y/n),” Seokjin murmured, also shaking his head in admiration before clapping slowly and laughing along with the others.

Jimin sat displaying a small tender smile, bringing one hand up to brush his fingers against the skin of his neck briefly. He then tried to hide his face while chuckling in pure bashfulness, and I again drew blanks on how quickly his whole demeanour could change in less than a second.

“His voice gives me actual life, what more can I say?” I pursed my lips and shrugged. “Actually, there’s a lot more, but I won’t go into it because I think Yoongi over there will skin me alive if I take much longer.”

Amidst the chuckling, I saw Jimin bring his gaze up to look at me meaningfully from across the room. It was noisy again, but I watched him mouth a tiny ‘thank you’ while straightening his posture. He was positively glowing. I couldn’t help but return the warm smile straight away, because I felt so delighted that he was happy and confident with the praise I’d implied through the kiss.

“Jungkook-ah and Yoongi-hyung to go. Rock paper scissors or just shuffle?” Hoseok managed after the sudden chatter had died down.

“Shuffle the damn thing, Kook-ah looks too scared to focus right now,” Yoongi snorted, a gummy smile making an appearance as he picked on the younger member.

“I’m not scared at all,” Jungkook complained, sharply moving to knock the hood off his head and ruffle his night-black bangs until they weren’t as tangled. Taehyung nudged a teasing elbow into the maknae’s arm, boxy smile never failing as he messed around with the other boy. Namjoon had been quiet for a while, but he was still fully absorbed into what would happen next – just like every other being in the room, including a certain grumpy rapper.

 “Hyung it’s you!” Jimin and Hoseok screamed together, amusement reaching a new peak as the name flashed brightly on the screen.

“Well about time, I thought I was going to die here without getting my kiss,” Yoongi grunted, shifting so that he was perched on the very edge of the bed.

“Oi, don’t mess up my bedsheets so much,” Seokjin scolded from beside him, leaning his large body backwards to try and smooth out the covers with his arms.

So it is Jin’s room, looks like I was kind of right anyway.

I eventually got to my feet because Yoongi was too high for me to reach properly from the floor.

“Do you want me on the ground?” He inquired passively, but I narrowed my eyes at him for his questionable choice of words.

“No, I’ll have you on the bed,” I answered just as boldly. The whole room exploded and all we could hear was the soundless chuckling of the two youngest members, the loud cackles of Hoseok, Namjoon and Jimin, and the semi-muffled squeakiness belonging to Seokjin as he tried to hold it in.

“Well there’s a lot to think about with you. I love the brilliant rapping skill, but your tongue is a little too hard to kiss, right?” I decided to take it further with one cocked eyebrow.

“Yes, it’s moving a little too fast for me unfortunately.” He kept a level tone much to my surprise, but the response itself caused me to double over. We already needed to dig graves for the rest of the room as it was.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you just –”

“I don’t know if I should have regrets right now.” Yoongi laughed quietly and licked his lips once as he glanced at everyone dying around him. I adored the way his sharp eyes were curved into little crescents, and I also felt my heart clench at the sight of the little crinkles appearing at the edges.

“I’m allowing myself two for this one,” I announced loudly before striding forwards and slowly leaning over his smiling face. Given enough time to react, Yoongi took note of my close proximity and straightened his sitting position. His smile faltered only slightly, but I still caught it.

“Is this okay for you?” I asked softly so only he would hear. The words were drowned out for the others anyway because of how they started to reprimand me for changing up the rules.

“Yeah, thanks for checking though.” He smirked and nodded once, casting his gaze downwards because he didn’t really know what else to do. He wasn’t pouting, but he had that stare where he just flattened out his smile and looked like an awkward ball of fluff. It was so cute and loveable, I just wanted to squish his cheeks together.

Who would even know this is one of the fiercest rappers in the world?

I leaned over him slowly again and was grateful that he angled his face upwards so I could figure out where I was going. Since he was sitting, the height made it so that the top of his head only just fell short of mine.

I cupped his face with two hands, telling him to close his eyes before brushing my lips over each of his eyelids ever so slowly. It was a strange place to kiss, so I kept the contact literally as feathery as I could, only grazing over them to indicate I had been there. I felt his eyes flutter when I pulled away, and resisted the urge to giggle when his eyelashes suddenly tickled the underside of my chin and cheek. He had apparently snapped them open as soon as he could, surprised despite saying he wouldn’t be before.

“Wow, Yoongi-hyung’s eyes are pretty unique,” Namjoon noted from down on the floor, earning noises of agreement from a few others. They laughed openly at how the eldest rapper just continued to nod indifferently. He still seemed a tad shy and shaken, but he chose not to let it show all that much.

“Okay Jungkook, I think they all want to go to bed soon. I’ll try and be quick.”

I hopped over to the other side of the circle, kind of stunned to see that he wasn’t looking as wide-eyed as he had before. Maybe he’d just gotten over the shock since he’d watched everyone else go through the same thing?

“Since it’s the last one, make it really surprising,” Jimin suggested, right before continuing to exchange whispers with Hoseok and now Taehyung too. I was suspicious of them and their offhand chuckling, but there was nothing I could do but just suspect that they were all up to no good. Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi also eyed them questioningly from the other side. I could only sigh and share in their confusion.

I turned back to Jungkook and saw him shift his eyes suddenly to the side, as if he didn’t want to be caught looking. The trio of misfits chuckled again, and I looked back and forth between the two in an even greater amount of suspicion.

Okay, he’s acting way too weirdly for it to be normal. And those three are definitely up to something… Hold on, what if they made a bet?

I inwardly gasped in realisation, looking back at Jungkook and narrowing my eyes to see if he would reveal anything. He definitely looked way too confident, and it was like his sense of competitiveness was overriding the fact that he was usually uneasy around women. Well, around women trying to kiss him anyway.

I’ll make him crack.

I turned back and smirked at the three others before shuffling forwards, and by the sounds of it someone had caught onto the fact that I’d noticed their little plan. Jungkook seemed only slightly tense now, but I knew he wouldn’t be prepared for what I was about to do.

“Is there anything you’re not comfortable with?” I asked with a teasing lilt to my tone. The boy in front of me cleared his throat and pouted in thought.

“I’m not sure what you really mean by that, but anything is fine I guess,” he answered, and I choked down an evil laugh of foreboding.

“Okay, well Jungkookie you have many physical features I love, but sadly I’ve used a lot of them for the others already.” I sighed, moving closer until we were at a distance that allowed me to finally touch him.

I looked into his slightly widening eyes to make sure he was fine before reaching downwards and tugging on the hem of his hoodie. His breathing hitched severely, but I knew he was way too stubborn and determined to give up on winning whatever he’d agreed too.

“These abs … never a necessity, but I can’t say they’re bad on the eyes.”

With a mischievous chuckle, I witnessed the moment his mouth went dry and his brain clicked with understanding. I left him no time as I tugged the hoodie up some more to reveal the boy’s stomach, abdominal muscles tensing due to his slightly leant back position. I knew everyone was holding their breath behind us as I swooped down to plant my lips against the smooth ridges of his muscles for a tiny second. To my surprise, he let out a massive exhale above me and clenched the muscles even firmer.

“(Y/n)…”

I pulled away and looked upwards in curiosity, because that voice was way too broken and breathy for my liking. He was looking down at me almost as if he was pained to do so, lips red and ravaged by his teeth from the looks of it. His brows were furrowed, and he looked away with widened eyes after holding my gaze for too long.

He’s flustered!

I turned around to see every pair of eyes trained ruthlessly onto Jungkook and I, but tried my best to ignore the pure heated amazement hidden within each gaze.

“Did he lose?” I asked the group of three who had let their jaws drop in unadulterated shock.

“W-what?” Seokjin stammered, finally moving to turn to Yoongi beside him and then switching to look at the same group I was looking at.

“You noticed!?” Jungkook suddenly whined, and I turned back with a knowing laugh bubbling to the surface of my lips.

“Yeah, those three were way too obvious and I knew you were acting weird.”

“He lost, we made a bet that he couldn’t make it through without getting shy or without blushing,” Taehyung explained, giggling at the defeated expression of the maknae who was groaning out a dry laugh and rolling around on the floor. I noticed his cheeks and ears turning a marvellous pinkish-red as we spoke.

“Now he owes us our next meals,” Jimin hummed, triumphant for winning but still seeming shocked over my unbidden actions. “How did you know? You could’ve helped him win.”

Jungkook sat up again.

“Yeah, why didn’t you help me? It was three against one!”

I hid my chuckle behind one hand, loving how funny this whole thing was. The other three hyungs who seemed out of the loop were now joining into the shenanigans too, but I figured they’d be used to random pranks being pulled around the dorm or studio every once in a while. Maybe even more often.

“You seemed too cocky and confident. I felt powerful, so I wanted you to lose. Sorry Kook-ah.”

He shook his head, glaring at me playfully before sighing a deep sigh and making sure his hoodie was fixed up properly.

“Well, you definitely won. You guys can’t blame me for that.”

The trio shook their heads fervently, and I burst into laughter at the scene. My mind wasn’t swimming as much as it had been about an hour ago, but I wasn’t completely all there yet. It seemed like a few others also weren’t, but Namjoon would soon have them sorted out.

“Alright guys, you know if we stay here too much longer we won’t be feeling great tomorrow. We have to be in good shape for our fans here in Japan, and for any ‘holidaying’ we want to do,” the leader said with a grunt as he got to his feet, collecting the beer bottles around him to throw away.

“You’re right, we don’t want Sejinnie-hyung to murder us.” Hoseok picked up his own bottle, sticking out his tongue and screwing up his face in disgust.

“I should get back too, I’m not even sure what I’ll be doing here yet,” I muttered, finally realising how my drinking actions tonight could have repercussions later down the track.

“Where’s your room? We should walk you.” Jimin smiled after collecting his own trash, but I shook my head softly.

“It’s just down the hall, thanks anyway. Tonight was great fun, it sucks we can’t let loose and go to clubs and parties together, but I hope we can have drinks again sometime.” I chuckled wickedly, moving to tie up my hair after finding the discarded hairband in a random corner.

“Definitely, I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard in one night for a while. It’s great to have you back,” Hoseok blinked his eyes in bewilderment, and Namjoon agreed wholeheartedly along with most of the others.

“It was funny watching, but I’d like to have something next time too,” Taehyung announced, weariness suddenly noticeable in the way his deep voice became a little croaky. I looked around to see all of them in various stages of sleepiness. Namjoon yawning, Jungkook rubbing at his eyes, Seokjin’s head slowly sinking forwards until he suddenly jerked himself awake.

I waved, earning a few more playful remarks and farewells before heading out to go to my own room. “All of you get some well-earned rest. I’ll see you in the morning chumps.” The air out in the hallway was crisper, and I breathed in heavily before turning on my heel.

I’m so happy spending time with them again. I love them too much. Separation was not a good idea after all. Plus, did I just actually fucking kiss them all!?

“Why were you in Seokjin-ssi’s room at this hour (Y/n)?”

Wait, that voice…

My heart skipped a beat as Soojin stood in front of me, her eyes calculating as she awaited my response. She was dressed more casually than I had ever seen her, but the most surprising thing was just her presence here in the empty hotel hallway. I didn’t think she’d be coming along on the tour too! I literally thought she was an assistant back with the company, not someone who managed on tours as well.

“Unni! I didn’t know you were coming to Japan. Actually, they’re all in there, we were just hanging out,” I spluttered, feeling like I was being judged all of a sudden. I guessed it did look pretty bad to anyone who didn’t know of my closeness to the boys, but I thought she would’ve known. She was Bang PD’s assistant after all.

“Yes, well I manage tours a few times a year depending on if it’s necessary or not. I would advise against ‘hanging out’ with them like this. You’re meant to be an interpreter and nothing more. There’s too much risk here.”

The dread and disappointment welled up inside me, because I did know all of this. I knew about my place, and I knew about the risks. These were things I had accepted and overcome as time had gone on, but here Soojin was planting those seeds of doubt all over again.

“I understand, I’ll head to my room thank you.” I dipped my head, eager to get out of the conversation and away from her piercing gaze.

“See that you do.”

I walked past as she entered her own room silently. It seemed it was terrible timing, because she must have been coming back from the bathroom or something just as I had left Seokjin’s room. It would’ve looked bad to her in every way imaginable, but I thought about how much better it would’ve been if I’d left the room just that little bit later or earlier.

I would have felt so much better not seeing her at all, because now I knew that this tour might turn out to be way more stressful than I had expected.

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RobStar Week 2020: Day 2

Oof, I don’t actually like this one. Which... it’s a shame cos I was excited to write this and it’s an idea I wanted to do for ages but decided to use it for this years robstarweek. 

This is an... alternate cave scene from the episode ‘Stranded’.

Idk... I botched it lmao. I am... my writing skills have honestly gone down the pan, ngl. 

BLEH WHATEVER. Enough of the negativity.

Hope you guys at least take some joy from this one. Hopefully I will do better than I have with the first two prompts for this week.

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Warmth

Robin sucked in a deep breath as he reached up and snapped off a wayward branch that seemed to have snuck through the cracks of the cave they had taken shelter in. It had been a bit of a challenge to find wood of all things on this strange planet at first but after some time, the two of them had managed to get a small fire going.

His heart was still pounding from what had happened. The last thing he expected was for the ground to shake and give out beneath their feet as they attempted to find the others. Robin was more than ready to find the missing members of his team, head home and put as much distance between them and this death trap of a planet as he could. 

Pausing before he walked back over to the small fire, he chanced a glance over his shoulder at Starfire. Ever since they had plummeted into an inky abyss, she had been mysteriously and uncharacteristically quiet. 

She was sitting on a log that was on one side of the flames, her arms wrapped around her shoulders, as if shielding herself from harm. It was a first to see Starfire practically retreating in on herself and barely speaking to him.

He could feel the anxious knot in his chest, tighten suddenly as he dwelled on their situation and the conversation they had been having just before the cliffs collapsed. 

The whole mission had been a complete train wreck. He wished, more than anything, he could go back to that space station they’d arrived at, defeated the screaming monster with her and then ushered Cyborg out before he could tease anything at all.

Robin furrowed his brows beneath his mask as he remembered the memory from earlier that day. He was so stupid for reacting like that. In reality, she wasn’t his girlfriend. She was his friend who was a girl but… romantically? He didn’t think they had breached that recently or at least, it wasn’t made clear to him if they had moved forward like that. 

It was true that there was some underlying connection; something that drew them to one another but they’d never taken the time to discuss it or broach the subject before. With him being practically allergic to any conversation pertaining emotions, he had always shut them down or avoided those types of conversations with her before they even had a chance of starting. 

It wasn’t like he didn’t want that kind of relationship with her because he did. He’d thought about it and imagined what it would be like, many times since he had first met her. Robin wondered all sorts of things in regards to if they were to take their relationship further, into unknown territory. 

But, in truth, it scared him. He didn’t know what he would have to expect and didn’t know if they would last, despite hoping they would. 

There was this weight hanging on his heart now, just holding him down and denying him any of the confidence he usually had. She had been off with him ever since they had found one another which, after some probing and careful tiptoeing, he had realized that she was still angry and a little confused about what he had said. 

It was obvious that it had been going through her mind and she had started thinking about it on a deeper level, despite his words being more of a defensive response to Cyborg’s jabs, than anything else.

God, he couldn’t wait to give Cyborg double training when they eventually got home.

He inwardly scolded himself for not giving her credit where the English language was concerned. At first, he thought she was confused over the wording but after some time, he learned that she knew full well what Cyborg meant by his word choice. 

She was upset because he seemed so flippant and dismissive of it altogether.

Robin closed his eyes for a moment and tried to organize his scattered mind. There was a plethora of thoughts racing through his brain, including finding the others, hoping they wouldn’t run into any other weird beast like creatures as well as getting off of this crumbling planet as soon as possible. 

But, sitting at the forefront of all of that, was Starfire. He was concerned about her and their friendship too. Back when they had started falling, she had been unable to tap into her flight and it had utterly terrified him when she had yelled that she couldn’t fly.

It had never happened before. 

Starfire had always been solid in terms of relying on her powers and she’d never faltered in the slightest in any battle they had had since they’d first banded together as a team. 

On the flip side, he wanted to know if they were okay. One of the main reasons he had always steered away from admitting to any romantic feelings towards her was because he didn't want their friendship to change because of any harboured emotions.

He bowed his head and opened his eyes again, allowing the hand that was resting against the cave wall to slide down the jagged surface until it fell away to his side.

Swallowing sharply, he shook his head and turned around, wandering back towards their makeshift safe spot.

His heart was beating a mile a minute as he reached her, throwing the branch into the flames and watching as she shifted away slightly so that her back faced him a little more. 

Robin frowned and slowly sat on the opposite side of the wooden log, “Starfire…” He murmured, his tone soft, “What happened back there? Why couldn’t you fly?” 

He heard her sniffle quietly before she turned to gaze at the fire, her expression telling of what she was feeling. She looked tired and frustrated; upset that she had had no real answers to her questions since the explosion back at the space station.

“Tamaranean powers are inclined by our emotions…” She admitted, her eyes lacking the electric spark they usually had. 

“So the way you feel affects your ability to fly.” 

Starfire nodded solemnly, her emerald orbs shifting with uncertainty, “And right now, I feel unfamiliar confusion.” 

“But… we’ve faced danger before without your powers failing.” Robin pointed out, a sudden heat consuming the back of his neck as he sensed it wasn’t exactly that, that was the problem,

Starfire sighed and pulled her knees up to her chest, her feet resting on the log as she turned her head away to the dark side of the rocky cavern. 

“It is not danger that confuses me, Robin. It is you.” She confessed, opening her eyes and staring directly at him, “I do not understand… us.” 

Robin felt his throat run dry and he fought not to visibly react to that, despite his heart feeling like it was about to burst out of his chest with the anxiety that came hand in hand with these types of discussions. He pulled an awkward expression, without even realising it, as the inferno creeping up the back of his ears intensified and he knew it was only a matter of time before the blush spread to his cheeks.

“Ever since Cyborg said… the ‘girlfriend’... things are different between us.” She continued, tilting her head a fraction,

Reverting back to what he thought might work, Robin forced a smile onto his face and held a hand up to stall her words, “It’s... just a misunderstanding....” He explained, “Everything’s okay.”

He tried to brush it off and act as though things were absolutely fine when he knew, deep down, they were not and this wasn’t something that Starfire was going to simply let go without talking about.

And… maybe that was a good thing. Possibly.

Starfire rebuffed this and got up from where she had been perched, “Everything is not okay.” 

She moved away from him, once again turning her back on him as she shuffled into the shadows of the cave. He frowned, hating the air of sadness that was tainting her voice every time she spoke. 

He more so hated the fact that he was the cause for said sadness. 

“We are not okay. I fear we will never be okay again and you will not tell me how you feel.” She whimpered, trying to detach from him by standing so far out of reach.

Robin stood as well, clearing his throat and tugging at the collar of his cape as he crossed some of the distance between them, “Uh… I’m not… very good at that.”

It was the truth. He supposed he should probably be honest with her about how difficult he found situations like these. Despite not wanting to talk about feelings at the risk of making himself vulnerable, he realized it was Starfire and if anyone deserved some kind of answer to the way he acted, it was her.

Starfire sniffled again and slowly half turned towards him, her expression one of discouragement, “Do Earth boys come with… some kind of manual then?” 

He was powerless to stop the soft smile that graced his lips at that, once again acknowledging how endearing and sweet she was, without even realizing it herself. 

Robin breathed a laugh, “That would make things easier.” 

She spun on her heel and strode back over to him, keeping her distance by remaining on the other side of the scorching blaze. Her eyes bored into him, silently pleading with him to offer something up, just to satisfy her doubts in some way, “How am I to know what you think about me?”

Robin sucked in an exasperated breath, having not been prepared for this at all and knowing, if he were to try and explain to her what he felt or even, what he liked about her, he’d become a babbling mess.

“Starfire…” He sighed, practically his whole upper body slumping as defeat started to consume him.

There were so many things that he liked about her. In fact, it was probably a shorter list to tell her what he didn’t like and that was extremely barren. 

He loved how carefree and bubbly she was and how even the simplest things on Earth were things she found utterly fascinating whilst the average human wouldn’t even bat an eyelid. 

He loved how caring and sweet she was with everyone around her. Whether they were friend or foe, she constantly tried to see the positive and the good in individuals who, most of the time, didn’t even deserve it. 

He loved how intelligent and strong she was, being able to handle herself in practically every situation she found herself in. Her powers were just an extension of her warrior self, fully capable in the art of combat, should the need ever arise. 

Robin blinked to himself as reason after reason sailed through his head, her question having stayed with him for so long, he suddenly realized that he hadn’t replied to her at all. He cleared his throat and ignored the way his face was now roasting with embarrassment,

He wasn’t sure he could say any of that to her and rather do what he most likely should have done and told her what he thought about her, Robin simply flapped his mouth open and closed, again and again like a fish gasping for breath.

Starfire’s demeanour slipped and whilst she had looked hopeful and excited to hear what he thought about her and their relationship status, it suddenly dwindled faster than water trickling down a drain.

Her eyes became dull and her shoulders lowered, casting a glance off to the side before she took a step away from the fire again,

Robin felt trapped; he didn’t know what he could say to possibly salvage this. He had just been handed a silver platter of a chance, to clear things up between them but there was something in the pit of his stomach that simply refused to let him open up in such a way. 

“It… It does not matter…” She whispered, her tone low, “I am... sorry for pushing you to speak about this and… it is clear to me that… Cyborg was wrong. I am not your girlfriend and I… should never have expected or assumed otherwise.” 

He could see her chest rising and falling a little faster than before and he took the smallest step forward, unsure if she was crying, her face being distorted by the dim lighting being cast around the cave.

Robin swallowed the mountain in his throat, panic and regret locking in his chest. He was already kicking himself for not saying anything, leaving her to stew in her own insecurities in relation to him and how he felt about her. 

There was a frantic aura, flaring in his head like alarm bells. He wanted to take it back, redo the whole conversation and set it straight that he thought she was beautiful, kind and amazing; just a few traits, beyond an entire list of other reasons why he was falling more in love with her every day since he met her. 

“Star-” He croaked, reaching a hand out to her.

She stepped away and offered him the tiniest smile that spoke volumes of how she was truly feeling; the conversation not having gone at all how she hoped it would and it was all down to him for being an idiot and deflecting her.

He didn’t blame her in the slightest. Starfire was a creature of emotions. Tamaraneans wore their hearts on their sleeves, being open with how they felt and what they thought which was a stark contrast to how most humans operated.

Starfire had often pointed out that humans constantly seemed to complicate matters with words and logic, rather than just riding out circumstances with their hearts.

“There is a storm coming.” Starfire blurted, briefly eyeing the darkening sky through the small gap in the side of the cave; a sure fire exit once it was safe.

Blinking, Robin inclined his head to catch a glimpse of the outside. The sky was full of dark clouds, with an amber shade drenching the entirety beyond it. He continued to stare out until he saw a flash in the distance, illuminating the clouds before it faded out. 

Soon enough, dust and sand began to swirl as the wind picked up and howled outside. He considered asking Starfire if it was a sandstorm, since she would be more familiar with the types of storms that happen in space, but ultimately decided against it since it wasn’t the most appropriate time.

“I believe we should rest and try to find our friends once it is safe outside.” She suggested, tentatively pushing some of her auburn hair behind her ear, “Who knows? Perhaps they will find us, instead.”

Robin watched in silence as she moved around their little campsite and he wished he could grapple for something to say. 

“We probably shouldn’t sleep… we don’t uh… we don’t know if there are more things like that slug…” He murmured as he crouched down, trying his best to respect her wishes to be on the whole other side of the fire from him.

Starfire nodded, “We do not necessarily need to sleep. If you would prefer to stay awake…”

He watched as she lowered herself to the ground, brushing at the dirt before she laid her head down, turning away without saying anything at all. Robin frowned and felt an empty bubble in his stomach; a hollow guilt and he wanted to apologise to her and make things better but… he really didn’t know how.

How could he possibly make it better after practically avoiding her questions and her frustrations all day?

Robin exhaled quietly and tried to ignore the painful thuds in his chest as he laid down on the hard dusty concrete. He threaded his gloved fingers together on top of his ribs and chewed on his lower lip as he delved deeper into his chasm of worries.

Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind whistled through the entire cave, setting the overall temperature down to a bitter coldness. Robin flinched and tugged the edges of his cape around the exposed parts of his arms that weren’t covered by his uniform, struggling not to jerk at the bite that the cold offered.

He cautiously glanced over at Starfire, noticing that the fire was really brawling with the winds in order to stay alive. She had barely moved, as if not even noticing how chilly the air around them had become.

Robin inclined his head, trying to suppress the shivers that were wracking his body as he peered out of the small opening of the cave, only to see blustering dust particles so thick that he could no longer see the cliffs outside.

His breath came out shakily as he shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut beneath his mask, surprised at how quickly his body temperature had dropped. His teeth started to chatter as a deep iciness started creeping along his skin.

“Robin?” Starfire murmured, and he could partially hear her shuffling and turning back in his direction,

He kept his eyes closed, trying his best to block out the cold by pulling his cape even tighter around his body. All he could hear was the crackle of the fire and the billowing wind outside.

Suddenly, he felt a weight drop down beside him and his eyes snapped open, his head swivelling to see Starfire making herself comfortable beside him. She stared down at him with concern in her expression but he was baffled by how calm and unaffected she was by the blizzard frost in the air.

“H-How are you… able to deal with the cold?” He stammered, watching as she scooted closer, gently pushing him towards the fire to warm him back up.

“My people are most resilient, especially to low temperatures. You forget… I am from space.” She told him, a wry smile gracing her lips.

“Wh-what are you doing?” 

“You are freezing, Robin. My body heat runs much higher than humans and I believe I can help.” She replied, laying down beside him and bringing her arms around his torso, rubbing her palms against his exposed areas of skin. 

The heat was practically instantaneous. Warmth spread across the planes of his skin like wildfire; everywhere she touched was ignited with fire and he momentarily wondered if she was adding her powers to it for maximum exposure.

Robin exhaled, his jaw aching from where it had been chattering uncontrollable merely 2 minutes beforehand. 

His shoulders dropped and he relaxed as the cold seeped away from him, thanks to the alien Princess who was effectively just holding him now.

“Robin? Are you okay?” She asked, beginning to pull away.

He grabbed onto her hands and pressed them against his chest again, with his back still facing her. 

“Don’t… I… it’s still really cold.” He admitted, feeling a blush slip across his cheeks.

“Okay.” 

They dipped into silence again as they laid there, with only the wind howling outside filling the space. Robin couldn’t deny that being this close to her was nice, especially since they hadn’t really been on great speaking terms since he messed up.

He could feel something building inside of him and decided that now would be the only other chance he had to try and explain himself to her and apologise for the confusion he had caused her.

“Hey… Star?” He murmured,

“Yes?” 

Robin turned over so that he was facing her, despite the blush that was likely still painted across his cheeks, “I… I wanted to say sorry.”

Starfire blinked but lowered her chin, her gaze dropping to the small patch of dirt between them, “Robin…”

“Really… I… I don’t know why I reacted like I did when Cyborg… said what he said.” Robin muttered, furrowing his brows as he recalled it in his mind, 

“I am not your girlfriend… I understand now what was meant.” She whispered, taking solace in just forgetting it,

“Star… I’m not the best at talking about feelings… I was never taught that and… I’m just not good at it.” He admitted,

“Robin… it is fine. Truly.”

“I wouldn’t mind it… you know.” He blurted, his face turning a crimson tone and he couldn’t look directly at her.

Starfire blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what he had just said to her, “What?”

“Having… a ‘friend who is a girl’ as you put it.” He elaborated, smiling slightly as he repeated her own words,

She softly smiled back, “Truly?” 

“I… think I’d need to get used to the idea of it… but… yeah.” He paused and decided to go all the way considering he was already opening himself up considerably, “And… as for what I think about you… I think… it’s uh… awesome the way you shoot starbolts?” 

Starfire brightened at that and tilted her head, “Yes? And?”

“And uh… it’s also cool that you’re brave and the strongest girl ever.” 

“And… you do not mind having a friend who is a girl?” Starfire checked, visibly a lot more pleased with his communication,

Robin sat up and gently pulled her up with him and smiled back at her, opening his mouth to reply but was cut short by a loud rumbling from behind them.

As they spun to investigate the sound, the wall shook and crumbled, collapsing to reveal the screaming monster that had apparently followed them to this wasteland of a world.

The couple gasped and jumped up as the monster growled, stalking towards them before it opened its mouth and let out a long, ear piercing shriek, preparing to attack. 

[martellthemandalor]

Assistance - Chapter 5

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader (No Y/N, reader is nicknamed)

Warnings: Swearing, I think that’s it

Rating: 15

Word Count: 2.9k+

Summary: You ask some questions and Mando gives you hand with your armour.

A/N: There’s some possible sexual tension in this if you squint, as ever I’d love feedback :) (also yeh the gif is really bad I’m still figuring them out lmao)

Masterlist!

The ambient temperature of the barn was soothingly cool, and the change of it felt like a balm against your flushed skin. Your legs were unsteady beneath you as you tried to feign your usual confident strides; however there didn’t seem much point in doing so as from the way the Mandalorian had studied your walk before, you were certain he could see through you right now. He had situated himself on one of the many piles of long red gratham stems that lined the walls of the barn, sitting so impossibly still with his visor trained on you. He watched as you collapsed against the pile opposite him, letting your bag slump against the ground next to you. You leant your head back and closed your eyes, running your hand down your face to massage at your neck as you tried to regulate your heartbeat. Despite the cooler climate of it, the atmosphere in the barn felt hot and heavy. 

You could feel him staring at you again and as much as you wanted to counter it with a fierce stare of your own, you just couldn’t conjure the energy for one. Instead you opted to open you bag and pull out your tool kit before unclasping your right cuff and beginning to tinker with it. The silence felt thick, only interrupted by the occasion sizzling spark of a live wire making contact with your probe.  The respite here did you give you time to think about what had happened today and thinking back you realised you only really had one question to ask. You looked up from your work and your gaze fell across his figure, splayed across the long stems piled beneath him, helmet leant against the wall, still so motionless that you wandered if he was even awake.

“Why were those bounty hunters after you?” Your voice rang across the barn, it startled you how loud it sounded in the quietness, but the Mandalorian didn’t move a muscle. You let the question hang for a few moments, before conceding that he probably was asleep and so ducked your eyes back to your task.

“I broke guild rules,” His even tone cut through the peace, making you look up from your work.

“Yeh no shit laserbrain, I figured that bit out” You retorted, waving your probe at him.

“I was sent to fetch for a quarry for an imperial warlord,” You prickled upon hearing that, jaw tensing on impulse. Kriffing imp. “I did the job, I brought it back to him, I took my payment and left. I knew it was wrong but he was offering beskar that had been collected in the purge, my clan would do anything to have that back. It was only after payment that I realised I couldn’t leave the quarry with the imp, so I took him back, destroying their safe house in the process.” He lifted his head from where it had been laying against the dusty brown wall to look properly at you. A smirk had twisted itself onto your lips, eyes glinting with mischievous delight.

“Anything that involves destroying an imp safe house and, presumably, killing some bucket heads is a victory in my eyes. Are they after you then? Or do you still have the quarry with you?”

“The quarry is under my protection.”

“Well then you’re an idiot,” you scoffed, “the guild will keep sending hunters until what’s owed is given over, surely you know that?” You shook your head at him in disbelief that this druk for brains still had the quarry with him.

He cocked his head to the side slightly. “They will. And I’ll keep fighting and running. The kid is all that matters now.”

“Mother of moons Mandalorian, the imp wanted a child? Whatever for?”

“The kid’s special.” There was a beat, like he wanted to say more, but all he gave was silence.

“That’s it?” You asked, taken aback at such an abrupt response.

“That’s all anyone needs to know.” His head dropped back against the wall. You had so many more questions now, however the soft thud of the beskar hitting the wall told you the conversation was over. Mandalorian’s are known for how they take in foundlings, nonetheless you found it hard to believe that the tin can sitting opposite you had taken one in for himself, let alone one with a bounty on its head. You furrowed your brows, shaking your head as your work drew you back in, enveloping you once again.

“How do you know about Mandalorian creed?” He asked suddenly. You looked up to see him sat up, feet planted firmly on the ground, his posture a dramatic shift from the relaxed way he had been lounging what surely must have been mere moments before, his helmet on a slight tilt as he regarded you. You slightly furrowed your brow at him, scoffing.

“The Mandalorian’s are the fiercest warriors in the universe, how could I not know?”

“Yes, most people know us, but you know us.” He leant forward ever so slightly, helmet straightening on his shoulders. Even from across the cracked floor of the barn you could feel his presence bearing down onto you. You were the one to tilt your head this time, your brows forming a harder line across your face as you furrowed them further.

“I don’t understand,”

“You never asked my name, you don’t ask personal questions, you actively told me you wouldn’t look when I had to drink, you told the people here we would eat in the barn and even then you sat outside to make sure no one came in while I was eating. Others ask questions, they want to know. You already know. Why.” All this time of answering the same questions, people pressing him for answers he simply couldn’t give, he had grown used to the exhaustion of it all. In reality you were a breath of fresh air, yet it was eating away at him that you hadn’t asked the questions yet. For him it was part of the routine and without the usual interrogation it felt like there was something missing from the exchanges the two of you shared. 

You blinked at him a couple of times, before letting your eye wander from the T shaped visor to the cobwebbed beams of the roof above. You swallowed thickly and returned your gaze to statue of beskar.

“I studied,” your eyes fluttered shut at the admission, shoulders sinking somewhat as they did. “As a child I had heard about an ancient creed of fighters, whose battles are legend and whose weapons are a part of their religion. Story’s like that stuck in my impressionable mind, so when I was old enough to travel and discovered the city over had an info stack, it was the first place I went. The Mandalorian’s were all I was interested in studying, you have such great tales and legends and wars, your weaponry is unparalleled and your armour? It’s something else,” The mere idea of that was enough to make your face light up, nose crinkling slightly as you looked up at him.  “I’d just turned 18 when all the information was wiped from the info stack. The empire had banned all knowledge of Mandalorian’s; they were eradicating your history. It’s more important than ever that the creed is respected and your clans live on. That’s why I don’t ask questions. That’s why I respect your creed to never remove your helmet.” The assuredness of your voice was punctuated by you flicking the interface of your cuff shut with a flick of your wrist, the snap of the metal pieces connecting echoing through the dry air. 

The Mandalorian leant back slightly, arms bracing against his armoured thighs. He could see the glint in your eye when you spoke of his clan, the way you waved your probe at him talking with your hands in way he hadn’t seen before now. You truly cared about this.

“Thank you,” he affirmed simply, adopting a softer tone through his vocoder.  You nodded back him, pressing your lips into a small smile of acknowledgement.

“So then,” You started, eyes scanning across the bails of gratham scattered around you, eventually falling on the pile of blanket the pair of you had carried out from the house, “seeing as you’re the one sleeping in the helmet, I think it’s only fair you get pick of the bail.” Standing up, you gathered an armful of blankets and threw them at the man of beskar. He caught them without looking, gloves closing expertly around the soft fabric. You watched as he looked down at them, hand splaying over the bundle, then back up at you.

“I’m fine on this one,” He informed you, before rising to spread the blankets across the bail. You’d already spied a particularly comfy looking pile. The long plants hadn’t been carefully stacked into a rigid formation yet, and when you arranged your own selection of blankets on top of them it resembled some sort of nest. You nodded your head indignantly at the makeshift bed you had created, then glanced over to find your assistant already lying on top of his own bedding. He hadn’t taken off the heavy beskar, and you found yourself wandering how comfortable he could actually be sleeping like that. You shook away the thought, turning your attention to removing the durasteel of your own armour. Bringing your left arm across your chest you winced as the muscle of your bicep spasmed in pain.

“Kriffing mother of moons,” you hissed bringing your hand to tentatively palm at the armour covered area, but you found nudging the metal only made spikes of pain bloom across your upper arm. You were stupid to think you’d gotten out of that fight unscathed; the blow that hit your bicep must have left a bruise and a damn big one at that. Rolling your shoulder you attempted to ease the tenseness of the muscle, hoping it would make it easier to stretch across- nope. 

You groaned quietly, running your right hand through your hair resting it at the nape of your neck, the low sound rippling from you and disturbing the soft quiet of the barn. Your breastplate had been designed to release right side first and it made the magnetic claps feel alien under your fumbling fingers as you tried to undo them with just one hand. Strings of curses hissed through your teeth and you swung your head back to look up at the high beams of the ceiling when your fingers had slipped over the first clasp again, hands tensing into fists as you fought back the urge to kick something.

The Mandalorian’s attention had been drawn by your audible struggle, watching as your hand repeatedly slipped over the obtuse metallic fastenings that descended the side of your torso. After what had happened this morning he knew that you weren’t likely to accept any help, yet at the same time he could see your frustration simmering hotter and hotter and he didn’t want to see the outcome of you detonating.

“Want some help with that?” He asked, swinging his legs over the stiff bale beneath him and sitting up, watching your erratic movements becoming steadily more exaggerated.

“No,” You hissed, throwing him a warning look. One, two, three more times your digits harshly skimmed the harsh metal. You growled, cradling your aching fingers, watching as the fingertips flushed a darker shade. Taking deep breaths you slowly pivoted to face your beskar clad assistant. “Yes,” You conceded through gritted teeth. You could imagine the shit eating grin he was wearing under the helmet, even if his body language betrayed no sign of gloating as he got up moved towards you.

He stood in front of you, his confidence seemingly faulting, unsure of how to proceed. You lifted your arm slightly, bracing your hand on the back of your neck and angled your side towards him so he could see what he was doing. He hoped his vocoder didn’t pick up on the way he swallowed thickly as he started fumbling with the metallic clasps. The only time he was ever this close to anyone was during fights, but here he was close by choice. It made his brain run in overdrive that you were even letting him this close, letting him help you remove the very items that keep you protected, especially since you’d known him less than 24 hours. Granted you had jumped into a battle that he was possibly, and only possibly, outmatched for and helped him without a second thought. This however was a whole different level of, dare he think it, trust? After a minute of his gloves sliding over the first fastening and muttering various expletives, he noticed you stifling a laugh.

“It’s hard to do undo them with gloves, why do you think mine are fingerless?” You chimed. Right as you did however, the first fastening popped open. He looked up at you, visor inches from your own face.

“You were saying?” He retorted, the victory in his voice evident even through the vocoder of the helmet. You rolled your eyes in response, and by the time they returned to look at him his focus had returned to your armour. “Besides, I thought they were a fashion choice,” He joked quietly. He wasn’t exactly used to making jokes and he was surprised when you laughed properly this time, a rich sound he hadn’t heard you make yet.

“You’re making jokes now?” You marvelled, tentatively giving his armoured shoulder a soft tap. The next clasp popped free with a click, making the Mandalorian nod his head. You watched your reflection in the beskar silver warp and shift at the movement.

“While I’m winning against these fucking fastenings? Yes.”

Once again the familiar silence fell between the two of you. You didn’t mind, between his laser focus on your armour and your own focus on steadying your heart after working yourself up over undoing the damn thing, it was very comfortable. His pace picked up slowly as he got into a method for undoing them and so descended the length of your torso with ease. The both of you relaxed a little into the intimacy of it. Both of you also ignoring when his shoulder would brush against your raised arm or how at the final clasp his hand was resting half on your hip as he worked the fastening open.

“Switch,” He murmured as the final clasp opened, his gentle tone not suiting his cold beskar exterior. You nodded lightly as you shifted position, but as you went to raise your arm the familiar pain in your bicep returned. Your face contorted as you dropped it back down to your side. The Mandalorian took a small step back from you, visor focused on your upper arm. Then without saying a word he disengaged the magnetic seal of the armour plate covering your bicep and removed it, before doing the same with your shoulder plate. You watched his hands as they deftly worked removing these pieces; you figured his armour must use magnetic seals to, given how quickly he disengaged yours.

“Try now.” You moved your arm, the pain was still there, except it was considerably less intense than it had been with the durasteel pressuring it. Resting your hand on the base of your neck again, you gave the Mandalorian a nod to continue. He hesitated a moment, then closed the gap between your bodies and got back to work. There were fewer clasps on this side than the other, so when the shaped metal suddenly started to fall away from your body it took you both by surprise. The Mandalorian was faster than you in catching it, you watched as he carefully removed it from your figure and placed it softly by the side of your nest, next to the other discarded plates. 

You got back to removing the rest of your armour, starting with the cuff that circled your left forearm. What you didn’t expect was for him to come up behind you and start removing the armour from your right arm. He worked wordlessly, and while you initially flinched at the sudden contact, you made no effort to stop him from helping. Your torso and arms felt practically buoyant without the usual weight of your armour resting on you. The Mandalorian paused, you could feel his hesitation radiating from behind you. Then you felt his hand graze your hip as he reached to disengage your thigh plates.

“I can handle it from here,” the words almost fell over themselves as they let your mouth, your body curving away as you stepped from his touch. His own hand instinctively shot back, landing in a fist by his side. 

You both circled away from each other, moving around like clockwork, him towards his bail and you towards your nest as you discarded your thigh plates. He stole glances at you, cursing himself for doing so. You thought of the brief contact at your hip and cursed yourself for doing so.

That was out of necessity, you both told yourselves, it can’t happen again.

You curled into your bed, cocooning yourself in blankets as you felt your eyes grow heavier. The dim light of the barn faded away and you finally let sleep claim you.

Next Chapter

[scribbleb-red]

Camisado (Your Emo Andreil AU)

[This started as a Morning AU on Twitter, warning: we're going very 00s] 

Andrew and Neil meet in a chat room age 13. 

Andrew's handle is @/phantom!attheopera 

Neil's is @/isayshotgun 

Andrew initially hangs around because he finds it hilarious how Neil roasts people he likes and trolls people he doesn't.

They also both have things in common - starting with but limited to their love of PATD and pretty much all emo music they can get their barely-teenage hands on. Andrew likes it a little heavier than Neil - but they both rave about Brendan Urie, Gerard Way and the Maddens.

They strike up a penpal style relationship - moving first from the chatroom to private messages, then the msn and email. 

They confide in each other. Neil moves around a lot because 'my dad's a bad man, he's after me and my mom'. 

Andrew tells him about Cass and Drake.

isayshotgun: he shdnt do dat 2 u 

phantom!attheopera: i know 

isayshotgun: id get u out 

phantom!attheopera: how 

isayshotgun: im gd w/ knives 

phantom!attheopera: maybe you can teach me. 

phantom!attheopera: and I'll teach you to spell, honestly. 

isayshotgun: *eyeroll*

Neil doesn't come to get Andrew because Aaron happens first. 

And then Andrew's in juvie and playing exy and the only way he can stay in touch with Neil is email. He shouldn't even be allowed email, but he's willing to get on his knees to have computer access, access to Neil.

Something about email makes their friendship even deeper. 

Actually, Andrew's fairly certain that he's half way in love and that if they were different people they'd have already talked about this. Still, it's because of email that he notices something is wrong with Neil.

His emails, which were long and rambling, have suddenly become short - no less full of feeling and affection, but syntactically different. 

He tries to ask about it. 

From: phantom!attheopera 

To: isayshotgun 

Subject: what's wrong with you?

Neil is cagey at first but Andrew gets it out of him in the end. 

From: isayshotgun 

To: phantom!attheopera 

Re:Re:Re:Re:Subject: what's wrong with you? 

 Being shot really sucks. That's all. N

All Andrew wants to do then is cross the country, gather Neil close and keep him safe. They're fifteen now and he'll be leaving juvie next month. 

"Can you keep safe until then?" Andrew types. 

"U cant save me. We talked about this." Neil's reply is not what he wants to read.

Andrew's released to Tilda. He finds out his brother is hooked on painkillers and his birth mother is an abuser. 

phantom!attheopera: she hits him. I need to stop her.  

isayshotgun: ... ... 

phantom!attheopera: what? 

isayshotgun: is that weird? for moms 2 hit u?

phantom!attheopera: your mom hits you too? 

isayshotgun: 2 teach me not 2 be stupid. 

isayshotgun: keepin me alive 

phantom!attheopera: that's not how it works, no one hits you for your own good. that's... 

phantom!attheopera: my therapist calls it emotional abuse and controlling behaviours.

Neil ends up sharing a lot more than he was probably initially intending - about the one time a girl kissed him and he couldn't walk properly for a week; about the way his mom pinched him and made him recite their rules back; about how he wasn't allowed to be sick, ever.

phantom!attheopera: one of these days I'll find you and we'll run away together. We'll go anywhere you want. Settle somewhere safe. 

isayshotgun: do u think ud like me irl? 

phantom!attheopera: well I can't see your spelling if you're talking 

isayshotgun: rofl lmao

Andrew tells Neil about Aaron. 

phantom!attheopera: he's a total prick 

isayshotgun: hv u tried talkin 2 him about smthing easy? like exy? 

phantom!attheopera: just because you like stickball 

isayshotgun: no i mean maybe u need a bridge 2 talk. common grnd.

phantom!attheopera: ...maybe

Neil is the one who gives him the idea about crashing the car with Tilda in it too. He sends Andrew all the instructions on a floppy disk that he posts to Andrew's therapist. On the front of the disk, Neil has scrawled their usernames. Andrew smiles.

Their relationship is a strange one - they are always there on the other end of the computer to each other, but they've never swapped photos and never heard each other's voices. 

When Andrew gets a phone, he asks Neil if he has one and Neil says no, only his mom has a burner.

Still Andrew gives Neil his number and on his birthday, November 4th, he gets a call from a Seattle phonebox. 

"Hey," Neil says. Andrew can hear him shivering, the chatter in his teeth. 

"Happy Birthday, Drew." 

They talk and talk. It's the best birthday Andrew's ever had.

Right up until the gunfire.

Neil vanishes. 

There's no emails. No MSN messages. No highly irritating nudges. He's not in any of their usual chatrooms. 

Andrew doesn't get another phone call.

Weeks go by. First one then another then another.

Andrew leaves messages. He sends emails. He really really hopes Neil isn't dead.

Aaron and Andrew go to live with Nicky. 

They're approached by The Ravens. Andrew turns down the infamous Riko Moriyama and his absurdly pretty Number 2, Kevin Day. 

David Wymack shows up. The deal extends to Aaron and Nicky if he wants it. Andrew says yes.

Sometimes Andrew thinks about Neil and tries to make an effort with Aaron, but Aaron is angry and a recovering addict and nothing Andrew says or does is ever enough. He still tries. 

From: phantom!attheopera

To: isayshotgun 

 Subject: 9 ways I'm trying to befriend my twin

From: phantom!attheopera

To: isayshotgun 

Re: Subject: make that 11 ways 

From: phantom!attheopera

To: isayshotgun 

Re:Re:Re: Subject: none of these are working 

From: phantom!attheopera 

To: isayshotgun 

 Re:Re:Re:Re:Re: Subject: you'd hate him too

From: phantom!attheopera

To: isayshotgun  

Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re: Subject: ok fine, I don't hate him 

From: phantom!attheopera

To: isayshotgun 

Subject: Happy New Year 

From: phantom!attheopera

To: isayshotgun 

Re: Subject: And Happy Birthday I guess

From: phantom!attheopera

To: isayshotgun 

Subject: I miss you 

From: phantom!attheopera

To: isayshotgun 

Re: Subject: I still miss you 

From: phantom!attheopera

To: isayshotgun 

Subject: Panic! are play in Columbia next month !!!

From: isayshotgun 

To: phantom!attheopera

Re: Subject: Panic! are play in Columbia next month !!! 

 got u a ticket c u there @ 7pm

Andrew blinks. He stares at his inbox. The 1 new message. Neil's username. Neil is alive. Neil is coming to Columbia. Neil is coming to a Panic! At The Disco gig. He bashes out a hasty message. 

phantom!attheopera: Are you serious? 

isayshotgun: yeh

The month vanishes under Andrew's feet. He's nervous. He's excited. Nicky is exuberant. 

"My cousin has a date!" 

"Not a date, Nicky." 

Nicky just slides a knowing look his way and when Andrew takes the car keys, tells him to drive safe and stay out of fights. Andrew scoffs.

They haven't been talking much, Neil and Andrew. 

But Neil promised that Andrew wouldn't be able to miss him. 

Neil was telling the truth. He's standing there, a too-skinny teenager with badly cut hair flopping into his eyes, with a giant sign saying "phantom!attheopera".

Approaching, Andrew sees that Neil is gaunt, there's shadows under his eyes, which are blue as the sky on a clear, cold day. 

"You ready to scream your crooked heart out?" Andrew asks. 

Neil looks up with a slow smile. It wobbles as if his face is out of practice. 

"Hey." 

 "Hi."

They will - in fact - scream their crooked hearts out that night. They will hold each other upright and throw themselves through the mosh pit, feeling the press of elation and anger and frustration and hope. Neil will trip a stranger who gets too close for Andrew's comfort. Andrew will deliberately spill a drink over a girl who won't stop eyeballing Neil with hearts in her eyes. 

"My hero," Neil laughs. His laugh is rusty too. 

Andrew wants to hear it again and again. He wants to hear it every fucking day for the rest of his stupid emo life.

When the music fades and the crowds disperse, Andrew and Neil are left in the carpark, sitting on the bonnet of Andrew's car. 

He asks Neil where he's going tonight. 

Neil shrugs. 

He asks Neil if his mom is nearby but he already knows the answer. Mary Hatford is dead.

They don't leave for hours. Neil explains everything that night - who his dad is, what he's running from. Andrew doesn't care. 

When they're both cold, they sit in the car and turn the heating up. Andrew offers his hand to Neil and Neil curls their fingers together.

Neil is tired. Neil is so so so tired. 

"Come home with me." Andrew says. "Stay." 

Neil slumps against the seats, his head tilted so Andrew can see every sharp angle of his face. There's no fight, no bargaining. 

Just a sweet, fluttering feeling neither of them know to call hope.

The end.

[jishyucks]

Beauty and the First Kiss | Na Jaemin

Summary: Y/N doesn’t want her first kiss to be during a kissing scene in a school play, so her best friend Jaemin thinks of an alternative way out of this situation

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: I don’t really think so? Just all out fluff

lmao my titles are horrible, sorry

You seriously hadn’t thought this through. Yes, you received the lead role in the school play, Beauty and the Beast, and, yes, you were ecstatic about the part, but somehow the scene where Belle and Prince Adam kiss flew way past your head when you were at auditions.

Panic had shocked your body when you were given the script and there was no way in getting out of this kiss unless you were sick or injured or if you quit the role. Obviously you didn’t want to give the role up, especially since you worked hard to finally get the lead after three years of high school and, not to mention, that Belle was your favourite Disney princess.

The reason why you were dreading the scene was because, even as a senior in high school, you still hadn’t gotten your first kiss and you surely did not want your first kiss to be in front of many people and it being a fake and unmeaningful one too. It was somewhat your dream to have a kiss that was passionate but at the same time gentle and in private too. And if not in private, just somewhere where people around you weren’t watching. But with the role as Belle, you were clearly going the wrong direction.

Now here you were, sitting in the auditorium next to your best friend Jaemin, who was part of the backstage crew. The play was in five days and you were lowkey panicking. He was unsure on how long he had been staring at you gaping at the thick script in your hands as quiet and nearly muffled groans escaped your mouth. You had already told him about your situation and he understood completely.

“Y/N, why not just let Mrs. Choi know that you’re uncomfortable with the kiss and just ask if you and Mark can just hug or something,” he suggested quietly. He let go of his clipboard that contained a to-do list and rubbed your back. You were sure that the other senior, Mark, would be kind enough to agree along with the Director, but you didn’t really like that idea.

“No offense, but that’s kinda stupid,” you laughed, “I got the role in order to fulfill this play the way it was written. I’d look dumb and so would Mark… and the play’s in less than a week. Thanks for the suggestion though.” You gave Jaemin a small smile and made sure he knew you were being sincere.

Jaemin had no other idea than that. He really wanted to be a good friend and help you out, but there was no way out of the situation other than switch roles with someone… or he can… no he can’t. You huffed loudly, causing Jaemin to turn his head to you, you chin resting on your hand.

“It’s six,” Jaemin stated, “We should get going.” The two of you were the only ones left in the auditorium, the only sound you were able to hear was the school’s furnace.

“Okay, let me get my stuff from my locker and I’ll meet you at the front,” you said before hopping off the stage and taking your leave. Jaemin watched you with a soft expression, a small smile appearing on his lips.

After a few short moments of sitting there in silence, Jaemin hopped off the stage just as you did and went to his own locker.

He had an idea. It was unrealistic, in his opinion, and he really wasn’t sure if you’d agree to it, but he was sure that it was better than wasting your first kiss during a play at school. But he wasn’t going to tell you yet. He didn’t want to stress you out even more.

He approached the front of the school, his bag slung over his shoulder. You were leaning against the wall by the main office, your head bowed down in order to look at your phone. The squeak of Jaemin’s converse announced the presence of the boy. You looked up and went for the door, Jaemin trailing not too far behind you.

When you had got home, being dropped off by Jaemin, you quickly said a thank you before declaring that you were to stress about the problem about the drama production. A small chuckle left his mouth, quickly assuring you that you’d find a solution soon.

-

1 day until the play and you were having a dress rehearsal. This also included the whole lights and sound crew so it was basically the full deal without the audience and the obvious fact that the director was screaming cues and instructions.

“Backdrop 2! Down!” Her voice carried despite her size. You and Mark looked at each other alarmed at this fact and you were so close to laughing out loud. Mark wheezed quietly, but it still caught the attention of your drama teacher.

“Cut,” the director sighed, “Mark if you do that during the real deal, no one will be laughing with you.”

“Y/N will,” Mark joked, nudging you slightly. You laughed too, trying to help with lightening up the director’s mood.

Jaemin watched from the right side of the stage with his lips pressed into a thin line and unintentionally gritted teeth. Why doesn’t she just kiss him. Seems like she likes him a lot.

“Jaemin!” Donghyuck was struggling to carry one of the larger props needed for the set, “Jaemin, help!”

Jaemin’s head turned back, finding his friend’s knees shaking from the weight he was bearing. He let out a curse and an apology before helping Donghyuck with the dressing table.

It wasn’t long before the director told the cast to take ten before the kissing scene near the end of the play.

“Y/N, please tell me you’re going to be able to do the kissing scene for this rehearsal?” Director Jing flipped through the script with a stern look. She was serious about the play, so you coughed out a yes just so she wouldn’t get pissed. Mark knew your situation so he presented you a look that provided comfort yet was also unassertive at the same time.

“Places!” She yelled out. Followed were random sounds of hard steps and fumbling. The crew hurried to their places, the main theatre lights fading out to reveal the spots that the stage lights were set up to show.

This scene was the scene where the Beast had already transformed into Prince Adam. You and Mark stood facing each other centre stage.

“Belle… it’s me,” Mark drew out, acting surprised yet he was also trying to be convincing towards Belle. He took slow and easy steps towards where you were standing, a hand reaching out desperately.

The music slowed down. It was your cue to look at him with hesitation. Running your hand down from his neck to his shoulder, you are sure the action that you were searching the Beast from Mark was evident. The expression on your face changed from suspicion to shock and relief in under a second as your eyes poured into Mark’s.

“It is you!” You happily gasped. After this line, your hands cupped his face as he did with yours and you both start to lean in slowly.

Jaemin silently watched off to the side. He was freaking out almost as much as you were, his heart beating one million times each second.

It seemed like the time was going slow as you and Mark leaned closer and closer, but you couldn’t bring yourself to connect both of your lips.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed out, turning your head to the front of the stage.

Mark let go of your face and whispered a hushed, “It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t apologize.” He made sure that you could see the reassuring smile that he plastered on your face for comfort.

“No it’s not okay!” You two seemed to forget that the mics were on and that the whole theatre was able to hear you both loud and clear. Director Jing had stood up from her seat in frustration.

“Y/N, if you don’t fulfill this role the way it is, I’m gonna have to ask the understudy to take your place!” She threatened harshly. She had finger pointed at you and, on her face, a forbidding expression.

“W-wait, Director Jing! I’ll do it!” You objected. For some reason, tears were threatening to spill out of eyes and you suddenly felt yourself struggling to breathe properly.

Jaemin noticed your saddened expression from backstage. He was tempted to run onstage to comfort you, but his subconscious told him that it wasn’t the right time.

“Then why the hell didn’t you do it just now?! You’re making yourself and Mark look unprofessional. It’s disheartening and revolting to watch,” Director Jing practically spat.

Your drama teacher sat in her seat embarrassed, unable to move or say a word of her own. You stood beside Mark with your head low, almost between your shoulder blades, but you could easily see everyone in the theatre was looking at you stunned. You don’t notice Jaemin trying to call out to you through his eyes.

All this just for a kiss? You had thought.

As soon as a tear had slipped from your eye from the insult, you ripped the microphone from your body and darted off stage. It was as if your legs had a mind of its own and you were just running.

“Y/N! Wait!” At first you didn’t recognize the voice so you didn’t willingly stop for the person. You continued to run until you ended up in the storage room that belonged to the drama department that was furthest to the back.

You swung the door open and threw yourself in, turning the lights on in the process. The door automatically and sluggishly shut itself. Sitting in the far corner you hugged your knees and tried to catch your breath. You weren’t crying, but you were panicking. There was no other solution and you were afraid that this role, that you had worked hard for, was going to be stripped from you this easily.

After what seemed like a while of sitting in silence, you had heard heavy and rapid footsteps coming from outside.

“Y/N?” It was Jaemin. You then realized he was the one behind you earlier. There was a series of doors opening and closing, so you immediately knew he was looking through all the rooms.

Your door had opened quick, and in came Jaemin. A sigh of relief was let out of his mouth has he trudged over to where you were as he breathed heavily from running.

“There you are,” he panted. Jaemin made sure to sit in front of you so all of your attention was on him.

“You didn’t need to come after me,” you muttered out, “I was gonna come back. I was gonna do the scene.” You focused your eyes to Jaemin’s legs. You didn’t want to make eye contact with him out of pure embarrassment.

“I had to,” Jaemin said calmly, “I was worried. Director Jing was too harsh… just for a kiss.” He grabbed your hand. It was small in his and he loved it. He loved how his hand could engulf  yours so easily.

“Yeah but it’s okay… it’s part of the play, Jae,” you started, “I’m being too sensitive over a kiss. I can just do the scene and not count it as a real kiss.” This was when you finally looked up at Jaemin. He was still taller than you even when sitting, indicating how much your height difference really was.

Jaemin searched your eyes, “Are you sure?” He gulped, “D-do you really want to do it? Kiss Mark, I mean… him as your first kiss.” This statement, this question, brought confusion into what you thought was your final decision.

Why was Jaemin making you think twice? It couldn’t be possible that he reciprocated your feelings. His eyes poured into yours with an emotion you couldn’t get ahold of.

“I-I’m not going to count it as my first kiss anyway. This is something I should’ve done earlier,” You stammered. You were trying to convince yourself that this was the right thing to do. You believed that the more you forced it into your head, the more you’re going to think that kissing Mark and not counting it would be easy. That it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought in the first place.

Jaemin didn’t respond as he dropped your hand and crossed his own hands nervously. His head dropped so that he was looking at his lap.

You were trying to look at Jaemin’s eyes for confirmation. If he was sure that he wanted you to do this. You gave it a few moments before sighing. You started to get up, “Let’s go.”

“Wait!” Jaemin blurted. Panic filled his eyes as he pulled you back down in front of him.

Jaemin didn’t know what had gotten into him. Right away, he regretted his actions and his words. This is because now that he had started it, he had to carry it out and finish.

“Wh-what’s wrong, Jae?” Your hand was still in his. It seemed like eternity before he spoke again. Your head was tilted to the side, trying to think of any ideas as to what he could be saying next.

“What if… what if I were your first kiss,” he couldn’t bring himself  to look at you in the eye. He pressed his lips into a thin line and puffed his cheeks.

“Jaemin, what are you saying?” You were shocked and almost speechless.

“I haven’t gotten my first kiss too,” he peeked at you through his bangs before his eyes twitched back to his lap, “I was thinking… we can be each other’s first kiss.” The way he spoke was slow. Like he wanted to make sure every syllable was perfectly clear. Jaemin was afraid that his words would come out wrong, or you would hear them wrong. He tried to distract himself by drawing circles on the floor. You can’t help but mentally squeal at this.

Jaemin noticed your inability to speak in the moment, so he went ahead and filled the silence, “If you don’t want to kiss Mark for the sole purpose of the play… why not kiss me? We’re best friends right? At least we mean something to each other.

“I know it’s… weird but to be honest, I’d rather you be my first kiss than any of the other girls in this school.” Something snapped inside of Jaemin and he suddenly got a wave of confidence wash over him.

The pace of your heart quickened and heat began to creep up your face. What was happening? Was this really happening?

“Th-this way, when you kiss Mark tomorrow, then it wouldn’t be your first kiss, that kiss would mean nothing. Not that our kiss would mean something… well only if you say so,” by now Jaemin was rambling.

“Jaemin,” You softy said. You could tell he was still muttering out a bunch of useless words. Useless because you already had your answer ready.

“I’m sorry, you don’t need to kiss me… it was just a suggestion you know. I want to save you from this, I saw you panic earlier and I just-“

“Jaemin!” You say louder. You caught his attention, especially since you had grabbed his hands and held them tight.

“Y-yeah? Sorry,” his eyes were still and wide and he was staring back at you with full alert.

“I’d love for you to be my first kiss,” you smiled softly, “I really like you Jae.”

A breath that Jaemin didn’t even know he was holding was let out of his mouth with relief. He mirrored your smile.

“Really?” He felt like he was in a dream. All of this happening in one day? He was drowning in his own feelings, “Please tell me you aren’t lying.”

“I’m not lying, Jaemin,” you shook your head rapidly. Jaemin didn’t reply but he made sure that your eyes met his. You could tell through his eyes that he was beyond happy and this, in turn, made you feel the same.

Soon, you and Jaemin found yourselves leaving closer as each second passed. Your heart was thumping against your rib cage and the louder it grew, you were afraid that Jaemin could hear it clearly. There was a prominent difference between your almost-kiss with Mark and this moment with Jaemin.

Jaemin had literally dreamt of this moment a few times. He didn’t think it’d actually happen, especially since he never had the confidence to step up and talk to you about it. He never had his chance to take his shot.

This is it, you had both thought giddily, my first kiss.

Next thing you knew, Jaemin’s lips and your lips were connected.

[goodproofingwater]

Wildfire Records - Chapter Eleven

Word count: 4077

“He did what?!” Juliet almost spat out her cappuccino as Victoria gave her the low down.

It had been too long since the girls had a proper catch-up, and she was half glad that Andy had fucked up her morning so they had an excuse to get out.

“Yeah..” Victoria sipped her macchiato, placing it carefully down on the saucer before she glanced at her phone, rolling her eyes as she saw the fourth message that came through from Andy. For someone that had cared so little that he slept with someone 20 feet from her, he was sure chasing her a lot.

Andy [TD]: Come on babe, forgive me?

Andy [TD]: It was just one time, it meant nothing!

Andy [TD]: Was just trying to get us on the radio and it worked!

Andy [TD]: U can’t just run off, i’m gonna be here waiting for u and we’re gonna sort this out.

“Is that him?” Juliet asked, sitting up straighter as Victoria showed her the screen and the brunette rolled her eyes so hard they could have fallen out of her head. “Jesus, how can someone be such a fuck boy?”

“I know..” Victoria sighed, “I can’t believe that I didn’t see this before. Why did I even start sleeping with him?”

“Because he’s cocky, has a six pack and caught you when you were on drugs.” Juliet chuckled a little at the words and Victoria nodded, impressed at how well her friend had hit the nail on the head, “Also I think you were probably a little vulnerable. You just walked out of your job and moved out of your house, and you were in limbo with Josh..”

Juliet spoke before she sipped her coffee with raised eyebrows, wondering if the red head was ready to admit what her and Danny already knew.

The comment caught the younger girl off guard and she shook her head, “What do you mean?”

Juliet rolled her eyes once more, but this time it was different, a playful remark as she glanced down at Victoria's phone which again went off. This time the girl didn’t frown, but a small smile washed over her features and she immediately picked up the device, tapping away.

“I mean you had no idea if Josh wanted you so you were feeling vulnerable. Obviously you know how you feel about him now right?” Juliet spoke, and Victoria rested the top of her phone against her lips as she held it with two hands, contemplating the question and wondering if she should say it out loud.

Of course, she had an inkling of how she felt, but she had been heartbroken so recently, and was so scared of getting hurt again that she couldn’t let the feelings through. Still, when he had texted her to say good morning she had felt the same butterflies she felt when he kissed her forehead the previous evening. The same butterflies she felt when he had held her from behind in the kitchen and she had wished his lips had met her own.

“I don’t..” Victoria took a deep breath and shook her head, sipping her coffee before she started again, “I can’t think about anything like that right now…”

Juliet nodded, not wanting to push, but Danny and herself had been watching from the sidelines the whole time and were so close to just locking them both in the same room until they got together.

“You and Danny are pretty solid now though, right?” Victoria spoke, grinning as her friend almost visibly blushed at the mention of the brunettes name. “God, you guys are so cute it makes me sick..” She grinned and Juliet nudged the younger girls leg with her foot beneath the table.

“Oh shut up..” She grinned, “But yeah we’re pretty solid. He introduced me to his mum on facetime the other night.” Juliet was smiling so wide that it looked like it must hurt, and Victoria couldn’t help but mirror it. She was so happy that this wonderful woman in front of her had met her soulmate.

“How was that?” Victoria spoke, sitting back and allowing Juliet to talk about how well it went, the conversations that they had and the plans that they already had for Danny’s mum to meet her. They had solid plans for Juliet to go back with the boys at the end of their one year trip here and stay with them for a few weeks, and Victoria hoped more than anything that she could join the trip if only to visit California.

“Well, I’m happy for you..” The redhead grinned, glancing at her phone and chuckling as she saw that Josh had sent her a video selfie of him rolling his eyes.

J: Andy won’t shut the fuck up about this radio bullshit and how you almost kicked him in the face this morn

J: well done lmao you should have :P x

“We’d all be happy for you too y’no… Whenever you’re both ready to stop being so dumb…” Juliet grinned over her coffee, and Victoria shook her head with a laugh.

Josh had been sitting in the living room attempting to ignore the ramblings of his friend. Both Danny and himself were frustrated with his take on what had happened the previous evening, and while Danny was trying to remain as impartial as possible and was humoring Andy’s concerns, Josh was finding it difficult to contain his anger.

Texting Victoria was helping, her fast responses keeping him from hearing some of the worst responses to Danny mentioning the fact that he shouldn’t have slept with anyone else in the first place, but when Andy laughed at the fact that Victoria had slapped him, it was enough to rile Josh into standing and walking to the kitchen.

“You think it’s funny?” Josh placed both hands on the opposite side of the breakfast bar to Andy, eyes narrowing and brow furrowing in anger, Danny looking nervously between the two men in front of him.

“I think it’s funny that she got so upset when we were never exclusive, yeah..” Andy let out another laugh from his lips, and Josh took a small step back, running his thumb along his bottom lip as he looked at Andy with pure anger.

“I think you better get out of here before I fucking kill you.” Josh spoke, and Danny rounded the counter to stand closer to his friend, ready to push him back should something break out.

“You’re gonna kill me because I got us a spot on a radio show?” Andy chuckled, squaring his shoulders, elevating his jaw with a cocky smirk that made Josh even more angry.

“Fuck you, you piece of shit,” Josh spat, “If you really think that what you did is justified just because she has a radio show you’re more deluded than I thought.”

Josh moved forward and Danny grabbed his arm, shaking his head, “Come on. Roof. Now.”

The blonde looked at Danny, wanting to deny him and launch himself over the counter but knowing that his friend was right. Both of them were well versed in Andy’s arrogance, well experienced in what to do to ensure that it didn’t end up in a massive bust up, and leaving him to himself was the best way to deal with it. Josh would have had more of an issue leaving an argument where he knew he was right if ignoring Andy didn’t have as much of an effect as it did. If there was anything that Andy hated more than anything it was being ignored.

Pulling out a packet of cigarettes, Josh lit one and took a long drag as he shook his head, Danny watching him with careful eyes in case he decided to go back downstairs.

“How can he be so fucking stupid?” Josh almost spat, flicking the dead ash off the end of his cigarette before he took another drag, “So fucking heartless - did you see how fucking upset she was?”

Danny shook his head and sipped the coffee he had bought up with him, “I did - I don’t know either man. You know what Andy’s like, he always finds a way to justify his bullshit.” He let out a sigh and Josh shook his head, completely unsatisfied with the answer from his best friend.

He stood, his entire face contorted with anger as he willed himself not to go down there and burn his cigarette out on Andy's face just so he felt something other than the numbness that came with a cocaine high. Because how else could he be like this? He had always been arrogant and cocky, but he had never been so hurtful. Perhaps he didn’t understand what it felt like to be so betrayed by someone, and he hadn’t seen just how hurt V had been when she had been up here crying in his arms.

“She was fucking distraught up here, Dan..” Josh spoke, taking a quick drag before he continued, pacing as he spoke, “Literally crying her eyes out because he wasn’t even decent enough to tell her he was gonna fuck someone else - and he thinks it’s fucking funny?” Josh took another long drag before he threw the butt on the floor and stumped it out, deliberately avoiding the ashtrays on the table that Andy insisted they use.

“Josh.. I know that he’s an asshole, but you have to just leave him to it. This is exactly like the time we tried to get Drew to join as the bassist, remember?”

It had been the plan for a long time that they would get their mutual friend to play bass in The Dangers, they had auditioned him and everyone was in agreement but then the trio played what was supposed to be their last show as just the three of them and Andy had changed his mind. He had kicked off so much at Drew that the guy had barely spoken to Josh and Danny for weeks, and it was only when the bassist had said that he didn’t think he could be a band with the redhead anyway that the two had given up. The similarity was that Andy had justified his actions with an argument where he genuinely believed three pieces were more successful, that it would be easier to have him play bass and they would have to carry less equipment to shows because they wouldn’t have the additional guitar. It had never been an option that Andy would only sing.

“Yeah, it’s like that except if he said yeah, Drew had come over here with us and then he’d kicked him out of the band and the house.” Josh sighed and sat down, wishing that their friend was easier to deal with, that he wasn’t such a prick.

“Leave him to stew by himself for a while. He’ll apologise to Vic, you know he will. He’s an asshole but he’s not completely oblivious.” Josh flinched at the words and tried to keep his concerns from showing on his face, but he knew he was not the best at that.

In an incredibly selfish way, he had been hoping that Andy and Victoria would just never talk again. What if Andy apologised and she took him back? She had been so angry and upset that he seriously doubted it even being an option in her mind, but she deserved so much better.

“He’s a fucking prick.” Josh spoke, lighting up another cigarette and watching as an amused smile filtered over his friends face. “What? Do you want one?” The blonde held out the packet with one hand.

“No..” Danny chuckled, shaking his head and sipping his coffee, “I’m just wondering if you realise that you’re way too close to this..”

Josh’s brow furrowed in confusion as he tapped the end of the cherry in the ashtray, and threw the cigarette packet on the table, waiting for his friend to continue.

“I mean.. You like her right?” Danny shrugged as if it was the most obvious and non-chalant comment ever, and Josh looked up at his friend under his lashes, trying to stifle the smile that came from his best friend being able to pick up on his feelings before he had vocalised them.

Josh thought about his answer before he gave it. He wanted to deny it, wanted to keep pretending that his feelings for V weren’t affecting everything he was doing but what was the point? Even if he was being strategic because she had just finished with his friend, this was Danny he was talking to. Danny quite often knew things about Josh before he did himself.

“Yeah…” Josh shrugged in return, taking another drag from his cigarette before looking up at his friend, “I mean, he’s still a prick though.”

“Oh yeah, he’s still a prick..” Danny nodded in agreement, “But you think he’s more of a prick because he cheated on the girl that you like.. So maybe just.. Maybe just remember that before you go around throwing punches.”

Josh chuckled at his friends words, shaking his head, his words quiet as he admitted out loud for the first time, “Trust me, it’s not something I can stop thinking about.”

He cleared his throat and took another drag before he continued, “How did you know?”

Danny let out a laugh that was louder than Josh had been expecting and he shook his head with a wide grin.

“You wrote a song called Red that had the lyrics ‘You’re not mine’ in them over and over…” Danny chuckled, sipping his coffee, “I know that I can usually pick up on how you’re feeling without you saying anything but dude.. You may as well be wearing a shirt that says ‘I HEART VICTORIA’ in massive red letters.”

Josh grinned at his friend, shaking his head, “I thought I was being subtle..”

“It was about as subtle as Justin Timberlake writing Cry Me A River about Britney Spears and then putting a lookalike in the video…” He grinned and Josh shook his head, letting out a deep chuckle.

“Do you think she knows?” Josh asked, looking up at his friend with a coy look in his eye, hoping that this conversation would never be spoken about again. He felt like he was in high school with all this ‘who likes who’ bullshit but while they were on the subject…

“I think she might have an idea, but she hasn’t said anything to Juliet about it. It was just as obvious to Juliet by the way..” Josh chuckled and bit his lip before he let out a deep sigh.

“Guess I better wait for a while to suggest any of the other stuff i’ve written over the last couple of weeks then..”

Danny grinned, “Nah dude, you gotta let it out in some way. We’re certainly not getting any lyrics from Pablo Escobar down there are we…”

Josh grinned, the joke cracking him up and he put out his cigarette as he heard a door close from below.

“Now come on, let's get you some coffee and hear the 500 songs you’ve written about unrequited love..”

The time the boys spent in the studio became one of their most productive moments, 5 different songs demoed and 3 that Andy actually liked. Danny had known that getting the boys in the studio together would help them sort out their beef, and it did. They had always been able to put aside anything for the music.

“This one — this one's my favourite,” Andy spoke, and Danny glanced at Josh as a small smirk plastered its way across his features. Andy had chosen the song that Josh had written about him.

“Alright,” Josh grinned, “get in that booth and we’ll do your vocals” He sat up in his chair ready to work, but then turned his head as a knock permeated the room.

“Come in..” Danny called, and Victoria poked her head around the door, pointedly avoiding Andy’s eyes.

“We’re getting a take away, do you want anything?” She offered to Danny and Josh, walking into the studio and taking a seat next to the blonde to show him the menu she had up on her phone. As Danny and Josh were looking, Andy moved behind the chair and lowered his hands to Victoria’s neck in an attempt to give her a massage as he had done in the past, but she leaned forward and eventually stood up when he wouldn’t relent.

“Get your hands away from me,” Victoria spoke, moving to stand next to Danny as Josh looked between the red heads, ready to make a move if he needed to.

“Babe come on, this is getting stupid now.” Andy sighed, visibly annoyed having obviously not thought through implications of his actions.

“Stupid?!” Victoria spat, and Josh stood up in his chair in time to stop her from launching herself at his friend. Josh held her waist and pushed her back toward the couches that sat opposite the mixing desk, and she spat profanities over his shoulder at the redhead who stood there in shock.

“Woah, woah, woah, lets keep this away from the million dollar recording equipment shall we?” Danny spoke, pressing his hand to Andy's chest to stop him from approaching Victoria. It was clear that he had no idea how much he had hurt her, and thought he could make it up but just apologising.

“I said fucking sorry!” Andy spoke, and Victoria let out an exhausted laugh

“Oh ,you’re sorry?! Take your apology and shove it up your ass you ignorant, self obsessed, narcissist.” Josh couldn’t help but grin a little at her words, the fire in her something that just made her more attractive.

“You’re gonna miss me and come crawling back you just wait,” Andy spoke, his cocky smile enough to make Victoria try and push past Josh, but he held her firmly in place with his hands on her waist.

“I wouldn’t crawl back to you if your cock was the last source of oxygen on the planet” she spat, and Josh and Danny let out a small laugh. Shock washed over Andy's face, and Josh bit his lip to keep from laughing as he watched Victoria’s features change from anger to a small smile as she realised what she had said.

“Pretty strong image you conjured up there..” Josh smirked, eyes darting from her own to her swollen lips and god did he want to kiss her.

“Yeah… maybe you could put it in one of your tracks..” she chuckled, resting her hands on his biceps as his hands remained on her waist, and it felt so good to be held like this by him.

Andy’s eyes darted from Josh to the girl that had been his and felt his stomach drop a little. She had been his, was his girl. They were going to argue and then sort it all out like he always did with everyone, were going to end up back in his room with his hand around her throat as he buried himself deep inside of her just the way she liked it..

Except maybe they weren’t. Was it possible that he had gone too far this time? That this girl wouldn’t forgive him? Did she… did she prefer Josh?

“Whatever.” Andy shook his head and muttered to himself before he walked to the vocal booth, “someone record my vocal track for this stupid song.”

Josh smirked as he turned to Danny, reluctantly moving his hands from her and smiling as she sat back next to him, their knees touching.

The boys chose dinner while Andy recorded a vocal track that was about himself, and when the food arrived they all sat around the dining table.

“Well isn’t this civilised..” Juliet spoke as they handed around boxes of mu shu pork and noodles. Victoria chuckled, picking up a piece of pork from Josh’s plate with a grin and he looked up at her with a mock shocked face. Andy sat opposite them, quiet for once and seething with anger at what was happening in front of him.

“Yeah.. super civilised..” Danny spoke, smirking as he watch Josh steal from Victoria’s plate, and Andy flicked a song on the sonos, staring at his plate as they ate.

Victoria couldn’t help but feel the butterflies again as she sat next to Josh, each touch of their knees to each other’s, each playful grin bringing her closer to him. He had taken her broken heart and held it so it couldn’t break further, and although she was still hurting she was more than happy to trust him with it. He always had made her happier than anyone else, now she felt like she was allowed to let it show.

After a few bottles of red between them, Andy stood and left his plate, grabbing his jacket from where he had left it on the couch.

“Where you going?” Danny called after him but was met only with the front door slamming as a response.

“Probably going to pick up..” Victoria spoke with a sigh, sipping her wine and shrugging.

“Are we gonna talk about how much of a problem he has?” Juliet spoke, the Malbec making her bolder than she would be usually. Danny and Josh made eyes at each other and shuffled uncomfortably, “I mean I know you guys want to stay out of it but half the reason he fucked over Vic is because he’s high all the time..”

“King…” Victoria started and she shook her head.

“No, Vic someone has to say it. He thinks he’s invincible because he does about a gram a day and everyone’s just acting like he’s fine..”

“He is getting worse..” Danny spoke, and Josh nodded in agreement, his arm moving to rest on the back of Victoria’s chair, his thumb absentmindedly running along the back of her neck. Victoria’s body erupted with goosebumps, and she couldn’t concentrate on such a serious conversation when both him and the wine were lulling her into an almost meditative state.

“I’m not talking to him, I’ll end up punching the guy..” Josh spoke and Danny sighed, clenching his jaw in an obvious sign of frustration. He was always the one that had to be impartial, and while he didn’t mind for the sake of keeping the peace it did get a little tiring.

“Fine, I’ll speak to him. But it’s not going to do any good, not when him and Vic are still not talking.” He shrugged and sipped his wine, Victoria immediately feeling uncomfortable. She knew that she had been something of an anchor to Andy, that while he had been making her do more drugs than she was used to, he also did less than normal when he was with her.

“He’s going to have to get over it, I’m not letting him get away with hurting me like that..” she spoke, and was glad for Josh’s hand moving so he could grab his glass. His smooth and soft movements were enough to make her heart beat faster, and she wasn’t sure she would be able to hold back if he touched her like that again. She had been so hurt and didn’t want to jump back into anything, but it was so hard to resist someone who looked after her, who cared for her so well.

“I’ve got these tickets to visit Abbey Road and have a tour. Why don’t we go, and while we’re gone Dan can speak to Andy and get him to lay off hm?” Josh spoke, placing his glass down and returning his hand to the back of her chair.

Juliet looked between them, shaking her head and smiling into her wine glass. Was it clear to the two of them how much they were acting like a couple? Could they remove themselves from the situation enough to see how perfect they would be if they just gave into their affections?

“Sure..” Victoria spoke, and Josh smiled in a way that made her stomach do a backflip. When did everything that he did become so damn attractive or cute? She was sure this wasn’t an issue before, that she had known he was hot and had stared at his lips on one too many an occasion but this was a whole new level.

She was falling for him.

[panda-noosh]

Getting back together with G dragon after a bad public breakup due to pressure from YG being a whole dick but GD didn't know about that and thought it was all you , but he talks to taeyang and he realises what happened and releases "Untitled 2014", and everyone wants to know who it's about- so at his first performance of the song he just sings it directly to you in front of everyone so YG is exposed and ya just fall into each others arms lmao I'm so soft for romance 😭😭😭😭 scen or hcs

    “What are you - What are you even talking about?”

    He was lying. He had to be lying. What he was saying didn’t make any sense - not after all this time. Not whenever Jiyong was only just now starting to get over you.

   It had taken him months to get to this point. Months of writing songs that were so far out of his depth that it confused even the fans who had praised him before. It had been months of struggling to leave his home in fear of coming across people who had read the news recently, had seen the break up you and him had went through only a few months prior.

   It had taken him ages to be able to finally sit in front of his band mates, talk to them like a normal man again, even if the image of you was still playing in his mind.

    Taeyang pursed his lips. “I’m sorry, dude. I thought you knew. I thought it was obvious!”

    “Obvious?” Jiyong trailed his hands through his hair, hollowing out his cheeks in any attempt to calm himself down. “So it was him, then. He was the reason we broke up?”

    “You saw the way he treated them,” said Taeyang. “He didn’t want them around from the beginning. I guess the pressure just got too much…”

   Jiyong zoned out, thinking back on the relationship that he had blocked from his mind so long ago - at least, it felt so long ago. He remembered the way YG would always tell you to leave early, the way he would stop Jiyong from going over to your house after practice, the way he scowled whenever you so much as pecked Jiyong on the cheek; back then, Jiyong had been so set on the idea of a successful tour and a successful album that he had barely even spared a second glance at the odd behaviour.

    He could have kicked himself. How had he not seen it? The day you broke up with him, you had been crying more than Jiyong had ever seen. He had been so mad and heartbroken that he hadn’t stopped to think about what that could mean - if you truly wanted out of this relationship, surely you wouldn’t have been crying at finally being given the chance to escape?

   Jiyong’s chest constricted. He looked up at Taeyang and shook his head, because that was all he could do. He felt stupid, foolish, and the one thing he knew he needed to do now was talk to you.

   +++

   Jiyong didn’t think he was very good at words. Trying to get his feelings across in a normal conversation was something he was unable to do; he stuttered, grew bright red, stopped and started over and over again until the person listening just grew tired of him.

    He couldn’t do that with you. He couldn’t allow himself to get worked up and back out before he could get his point across, and that was why he found himself huddled over his desk in the middle of the night, a lamp being the only thing illuminating the sheet of paper in front of him. Already the page was full of lyrics, words that had come from his heart and words that he meant more deeply than anything else; he read over them repeatedly, making sure each and every line was absolutely perfect, because that’s what he needed right now. 

    He was a strong believer in no song being completely perfect, that every song he wrote could be improved in some way, shape or form, but this was the exception. He needed this song to be perfect.

    Because this may very well be the song that changed his life.

   +++

   Taeyang dragged you through the crowd, a vice-like grip on your upper arm making sure you did not go missing amongst the sea of screaming fans, all here to see the infamous G-Dragon.

    You would, quite honestly, rather be anywhere else. The idea of seeing Jiyong again after so many months had you feeling elated, but the anxiety that came with it was paralysing, almost.  

    You had put up quite an argument with Taeyang over the phone, telling him over and over again that you did not want to go, that it was just going to be awkward and nobody was going to have a good time. You didn’t want Jiyong seeing you in the crowd and freezing up, letting down the fans who had paid good money to be here tonight.

   Taeyang had promised you that Jiyong would not see you - which was funny now, considering he was currently pulling you to the very front of the venue, right in front of the stage.

   “Taeyang, can you slow down?” you hissed, tugging your hood a little tighter over your head in any attempt to stop the fans from noticing you. After the break up you and Jiyong had went through, the last thing you wanted was to be seen at his concert. That would be most dangerous indeed.

    “Can you speed up?” Taeyang shot back. “Look, our spots have been saved for us!”

   “You said we wouldn’t be at the front!”

   “That was before our spots were saved - we’d just look ungrateful if we didn’t take them.”

    You groaned but put up no further argument. Perhaps it was easier this way - with your back facing the rest of the crowd, none of the fans would be able to see your face. You’d be perfectly safe, able to sway along to the sound of Jiyong’s voice in perfect peace and-

    The lights dimmed.

   Taeyang grabbed your arm, almost as if he was ensuring you didn’t turn and flee at the first sign of Jiyong’s presence, but you did the opposite. You froze in place, lip tucked neatly between your teeth as you nibbled on the skin, waiting patiently for the man himself to arrive.

    Your heart lurched when you saw him, and it was the most painful yet most relieving sight you had ever seen in your life. He was there, standing in front of you with mist swirling around his lower half. He wore a loose fitting black shirt with tiny little chains interweaving through the fabric that glistened against the soft stage lights shining down on him.

    There was no way he would be able to see you. He had his eyes closed for one, and you were surely much too far in the shadows for him to be able to-

    His eyes opened, immediately clicking with your own.

    Oh god. Oh sweet heavens above, give me mercy.

    Being in front of him was hard enough, but he noticed you. He knew you were here, as if this entire thing had been planned from the very beginning.

    And you knew you should have ducked away and fled from the venue then and there, spare yourself the inevitable heartbreak, but your feet were glued to the floor and Jiyong was staring at you and the world was closing around you, not allowing you to move.

    The music started, soft and peaceful but heavy at the same time. Jiyong started singing, his eyes not once leaving your own; the crowd didn’t exist any more. Taeyang at your side didn’t exist. The anxiety that had once flooded your system had disappeared entirely, leaving just you and Jiyong and the feelings you had tried to squish so many times in the past few months, but with little success.

    “Please just once    If I can just see you   I’m ok with losing everything I have  I’ll meet you, even if it’s in a dream And we can love againJust as we are.”

    Taeyang leaned in and flicked your cheek. “You’re crying and it’s only the first chorus.”

    You slapped a hand over your mouth, unable to stop the sob of shock that erupted from your throat. Jiyong continued singing, but with each verse and each word and each expression, his voice wavered that little bit more until you were positive he was going to break down into tears at any given moment.

    You needed to get to him before that happened. You needed to have your arms around him before he so much as shed a single tear.

    Taeyang yelped in shock when you ripped your arm from his grip and stumbled to the front of the stage. The security guards dove for you, but your hood fell back and they drew away in shock at the sight of you - Jiyong’s infamous ex, the person who had all but broken his heart for a reason nobody knew.

   You paid them little attention, instead tossing yourself forward. Jiyong was in front of you in seconds, the microphone going ignored as he kneeled down and met you half-way, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you into his chest.

    The crowd screamed, but you could barely hear them. Jiyong’s breath was warm against the side of your face, his hands tight around your waist as if he were afraid that letting go would lead to you leaving again. 

    But right now, with his body pressed against your own, you were certain that there was nothing more unlikely to happen. You couldn’t leave him again, not after the pain and the heartbreak you had suffered the first time. And clearly, judging by the lyrics he had just sung to you, he had been suffering the same.

    He pressed a small kiss to the side of your head, all he could do whilst standing in front of the crowd. “He convinced you to come.”

   You laughed breathily, snuggling your head in his chest. “It didn’t take much convincing. I missed you.”

    “I missed you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t get in contact sooner. I thought - I didn’t know that YG-”

   “Sh.” You shook your head, reaching up and gently cupping his face; his cheeks were damp with uncharacteristic tears, and your heart shuddered at the feel of them beneath your palm. “He’s not important right now, alright? I’m here, you’re here, and he isn’t. That’s all that matters.” 

    Jiyong pursed his lips and nodded, clinking his forehead against your own. “I love you so much.”

    You grinned. “I love you too.” 

[maribelsawyer]

- ̗̀ * ( ella purnell + cisfemale + she/her ) have you seen ( maribel sawyer ) walking around campus ? they are a ( nineteen ) year old, studying ( journalism ). we hear they are in ( delta gamma chi ), and can be ( benevolent & impressionable ), maybe it’s because they are a ( gemini ). they sort of remind us of ( scraped knees , magnifying glasses , vintage oxfords ), maybe we can find out more ! *  ̖́-  + newspaper writer

god okay looks like i’ve fallen in love w ella purnell and i want to b her. anyways maribel is my newest baby n im sorta making her up as i go so pls bare w me lmao

TW: eating disorder mentions, subtle abuse?

{she is not currently in that mindset ^}

gen. info

full name: maribel ottoline sawyer

nickname(s): mari, bell, lottie b/c middle name, etc. etc. just sawyer sometimes idk

b.o.d. - june 1st, 19 yrs old

label(s): the marionette, the demure, the prevaricator, etc. etc.

height: like 5′3″ prolly tbh

hometown: duluth, minnesota

sexuality: shit she don’t know

bio. info

her dad’s in the air force, her mom’s published three diet cookbooks and two different DVDs--maribel is the only middle child

one of those conservative, all american families, they were strict and definitely made it known that they were parents and not friends by any means

9pm curfew, not leaving the dining room until all ur food is gone, grounded if ur grades were below their expectations, etc. etc. 

her older sister can evoke emotions in others thru her acting like no other. has taken the hearts (and leads) of all her acting directors since childhood. her voice is broadway material.

and her older brother? has been the best linebacker on any high school team he’s joined; hopes to make it to the big leagues. but if he doesn’t? he’s been taking college-level classes since he was a sophomore.

and...maribel?

maribel is...just, maribel.

for the longest time, there was nothing special about maribel

she couldn’t sing, or dance, or compose words in pretty prose

her grades were only satisfactory after hrs n hrs of studying everyday

homegirl can’t even cook w/o smth exploding

in short, maribel has never been good at anything. can’t draw within the lines, can’t follow the line, opens her mouth at the wrong time. etc. etc. shit? rough.

ANYWAYS

her family moves around a lot b/c of her dad, so she’s never really been in one place long enough to really prove herself? always been the quiet girl in class while her siblings brought home gold stars everyday

the kinda girl others would sorta push around n bully a lil bit bc she would never know what to say; prolly just cried a lot tbh

grew up w a lot of insecurities b/c of this

definitely doesnt help that her mother is obsessed w beauty n fitness n like

their mother p much forced her lifestyle onto her children, mari has a rough relationship w food b/c of it

ANYWAYS part 2

grew up always in the shadows of her siblings and their accomplishments, and spent a lot of her time tryn find something to be good at just so somebody could give her a stamp of approval

was always the ~wannabe~, the girl who would just endlessly suck up to the most popular girl she could find and try to mimic her to the best of mari’s abilities, just so she could survive her school experience

by the time mari was a freshmen in high school, her parents had divorced and she finally thought she could have a normal school experience and make something for herself

obv not. her mother shipped her off to a boarding school in nevada and that was it; her sister had already graduated and her brother was still in middle school.

it was finally just mari.

of course like she tried to suck up to others but it wasn’t really helpful, everybody was a lil too boujie for her and she always froze up when she tried to speak to the ~popular kids~

they only rly spoke to her b/c she’s got this knack for forging shit, like i dont think she even has her own handwriting; she always copies other people’S b/c she’s just. so used to tryn to mimic others n be them as much as possible

around this time she found herself fucking around in her computer class more often than not; it’d been the only elective left b/c she arrived in the middle of the year

but she surprisingly enjoyed it, like, a lot

her parents never really allowed much computer use b/c like. rots ur brain or whatever.

got into programming, but when she found out that u could ? hack shit ? kinda peaked her interest.

her shift into programming to hacking was subtle but before she knew it, she was fucking around on websites for the fun of it. never anything severe

computers became her friends, y’know

that was until her sophomore year and there was another loser fucking around on the computers during lunchtime

and like...they just started kinda talking, y’know? became friends, prolly mari’s first legitimate friend in...forever, really

the kid was kinda weird but she didn’t mind b/c fuck, mari couldn’t be picky n she didn’t mind weird

like...they were obsessed w conspiracies n mysteries n shit

it started to rub off on mari too, b/c homegirl is an idiot but. an observant idiot.

so she started getting reeeally into mysteries and shit. started acting like a mini investigator w/ her pal; solving stupid things like ‘who wrote ‘mindy is a whore’ in the bathroom stall’ and ‘does mr. roberts have a secret obsession w kpop’

no mindy is not a whore it was slander

yes mr. roberts is into kpop

ANYWAYS part 3

so they were these nancy drew, scooby doo, veronica mars knock off duo

by junior yr her partner started getting into like. drinking and minor drugs and other things that the other boarding school kids were smuggling in, y’know. 

this meant that mari was getting into that shit too, y’know. cant stay innocent forever.

became a lil bit of a pothead lmao

so like now theyre just stoners who go around solving shit and prolly also stirring shit up for the hell of it

so like . . . . . one night they were doin’ their thing, right? and her partner brings up this...completely wild idea

they live in nevada. y’kno what else is in nevada?

area 51

these fucking idiots want to go break into this fucking. air force base. to find area 51.

guess what they did?

they attempted to break into the air force base. like. of course they tried.

they failed like, super miserably, got arrested for trespassing and had to be bailed out of the county jail by their parents

her dad almost lost his job so he was mcfuckin PISSED esp once they figured out she was high as shit

her partner? disappeared. nobody knows where they went.

mari was moved from the boarding school to a public school closer to where her mother could, begrudgingly, keep an eye on her

kinda spent the rest of her high school career p miserable, she gave up on her whole ~detective~ thing and resorted to making fake IDs for her fellow high schoolers

was drug-tested like every week or so, too

around this time her mental health and relationship w food got worse, she barely made it to graduation. took a gap year to recover, worked a buncha jobs but usually gets fired from them b/c she’s really fucking bad like most things besides her two (2) unconventional talents that are decidedly useless

came to ucla b/c her mother p much made her, her mother’s a legacy and that’s about the only reason why she got into delta gamma chi

doesn’t want ppl to know she was a loser and also like . fucked up her dad’s life a lil, b/c it was def a thing that made the news and the only reason why her name wasn’t in the articles was b/c she was a minor at the time

so she like...lies abt her childhood a lot

tells a lotta lil white lies b/c she just. doesn’t wanna b her

uuuhh wanted to do computer science bc she loves it but her parents were both like ‘lmao we’re not paying for shit if u do that’ bc they don’t think it’s very ~ladylike~ n they still want her to like. just be submissive and obedient n shit.

so she took up journalism b/c neither her parents think it’s like a real career and they just want her to find a husband n get married n settle down n stop being troublesome

fun fact: she has a scholarship for being lefthanded so that pays for Some of it esp b/c she’s an out of state student

still struggles a lil bit w food but she’s like. doing a lot better. goes to group therapy, probably

uuuh that’s it for now i think ??

OH SIKE !! she’s a writer for the newspaper and writes ADVICE columns on various topics b/c she’s good at offering advice but only when she can sit down n think abt it lmao

^^she goes by an alias b/c she just. doesnt want ppl to know its her idk she thinks its embarrassing

other than that she’s probably like ... doing campus tech support b/c that’s her current job but who knows how long that’ll last lmao

knowing her she’s going to accidentally switch into her phone sex voice (another, old job she doesn’t do anymore) n get fired for tryn seduce a man with ‘did u try turning it on and off again?’

OKAY i think that’s all lmao

personality

mari is just. awkward, man

i mean like...she’s sorta bad at talking to others a lot of the time??

like ppl r kinda like ‘how tf r u a delta gamma chi girl’ n she’s just like i mean u  h h h h 

prolly stutters a lil bit b/c she’s usually rly anxious

but she’s v v nice, like, she tries her hardest to be a good friend n everything

but she also kinda switches her personality to appeal to whoever she’s talking too ?? like she wants to be. likable. she’s not real w/ others v v often

if ur boujie yeah she’ll pretend to be boujie too

she prolly still sells fake IDs to high schoolers n some of her college peers, she has one herself n hasn’t gotten caught yet sooo

always fidgets like she can’t rly sit still often b/c she’s so nervous

is a lil bit of a stoner but i feel like u can’t ever tell tbh

a lil shy n hesitant at first i’d imagine, or maybe just always lmao

has a bit more of a personality once she sucks it up n gets closer to u but she’s always v v cautious abt befriending ppl just b/c she’s had a bad time w bullies n her one friend in life disappeared so like...bummer, y’kno?

can never say no. like, i dont think it’s in her vocabulary. she’s a yes gal.

will p much do anything u ask of her b/c she’s constantly seeking approval

can ramble a bit when she’s nervous which is always but she also apologizes like a lot.

squeaks like a mouse

present at parties but it’s always kinda like. who r u. n she has to remind everybody that she’s a sorority gal too

considers herself v v forgettable, like, just v unimportant

like she’s just rly insecure

still does computer shit n is still rly good at it but she hasn’t done anything srs w/ it so it’s just wasted potential

going to use her journalism degree to do investigative journalism and maybe escape her parents, eventually

she just. bends easily to other’s wills, y’know? she’s hashtag soft

even tho she’s like. shy n awkward n shit it doesn’t take a lot for her to like, laugh, or smile

like she tries rly hard to appear happy n an optimist n just like. unfettered

a lil plain jane we stan

i cant think of anything else but she’s. she’s a good kid

OH she’s rly good w numbers n math but like that’s abt it. she’s a whole dumbass on everything else sometimes

is bad w talking n giving advice like in person but like ?? in her column or ovr text or smth ? she’s good. she’s concise.

is a good team player/good w/ projects/etc. etc.

OH OKAY YEAH

she’s rly observant n b/c she’s a lil bit of a compulsive liar she can usually tell when ppl arent honest

depending on how close y’all r she’ll prolly crack down on ur bullshit

but she’s also timid so like who knows tbh

this isn’t a personality trait but she wears like medium hoop earrings all the time n it’s cute ok bye

OK OK LAST THING

she’s so. fucking. clumsy. she will bump into everything. she’ll bump into the air. fuck, she prolly falls over just standing straight. usually has bruises n scratches from just being a clumsy idiot

like she can b a lil ditzy y’know ?? doesn’t have much common sense, sometimes, n can b naive but idk it’s all rly dependent on her n who she’s w n just. how i end up playing her lmao

lovs vintage. is cute.

wanted connections

her roommate uwu

ppl she’s interacted w/ during her childhood !! she’s moved around a lot so like . . . . they could kno each other

mmm sorority sisters

um gimme a ride or die or like a best friend or smth PLS she needs more friends

just more friends in general. she’s awkward but she needs ‘em

?? a one night stand ?? she’s not really . . . known for hooking up w/ ppl but i think an accidental occurrence would b fun!

idk somebody for her to just. crush on from afar. prolly stutters whenever they come near or talk to her or smth

^^i mean like an unrequited crush

SOMEBODY USE HER ! RUIN HER !

FRIENDS OR FUCKING OR WHATEVER

fake friends too! use her for her ~kewl skillz~

bad influence

let her b a good influence

some kinda...skinny love idk what that means. a will they wont they. smth cute. smth pure

it’d be wild if her partner just popped up outta the blue like that b/c mari 100% thinks they were like killed by the government

ppl she gets high w n talk abt conspiracies w/ tbh

ppl she gives or has given advice to w her column pieces ! love it

idk partners in a class

enemies or smth. i want conflict.

a tutor for her dumbass

but also anybody who needs help in math? she can tutor u

idk like this we can work a lil smth smth out

i give u one penny, if u plot w me. pls. i am poor.