#if you look far enough i prolly already joked about this when i read the manga

[aseriesofunfortunatejan]

Exactly - people think I put my hand underneath my chin because I'm a kawaii anime girl IRL, but it's actually the French way to say "fuck you." (/j)

[archived-gtronpa-account]

you mind writing anything with shuichi and kokichi? i just love how you write them iejfjdkdij

Tysm bby 🥺🥺 I too love writing those losers pfpfpfpf

(sorry this took so long btw!! at this point ur prolly thinking your ask got eaten by tumblr bsbsbsbs writer's block just hit me HARD)

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Word count: 2800

Summary: The participants of the killing game stay away from Kokichi, and big villain Kokichi antagonizes himself. Meanwhile, Shuichi just wants to have a talk.

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After Monokuma's new motive, everyone agreed that Kokichi had to be the mastermind. It didn't help that even the boy himself pushed the idea on to his classmates. Shuichi didn't buy into the obvious lie.

The motive put Kokichi at a severe disadvantage; he couldn't access the main school building, the dorms— really, he couldn't get inside any building. Not only that, but he was much easier to spy on and sneak up to. Still, Shuichi could see why it was so easy for his peers to think of Kokichi as the villain hiding among them; on surface level, it would make sense for the mastermind to put himself in a position of power to strike fear and force the killing game to start, and somehow making himself grow taller than every building overnight seemed like a good way to do that.

Shuichi's footsteps were slow with reluctance as he walked through the courtyard. Kaito and Maki wouldn't let him go talk to Kokichi if they knew— at least not alone, but they didn't have to know nor find out. The three of them had already separated long ago after they were done with training, and come to think of it, he hadn't met anyone else wandering out on his way, besides Ryoma who hung around the dorms. He was glad no one would question him, but nervous at the idea of having little to no witness should something happen that night.

Kokichi was thankfully awake, sitting behind the main building and staring hard at his checkered scarf that had for some reason been laid out on the ground. Shuichi felt even more hesitant to break whatever odd thing was going on. All of a sudden, he remembered why he was so nervous; Kokichi looked much, much more intimidating when he could grab anyone in a fist and dangle them twenty feet above ground. Shuichi decided he could try to talk to him another time, and spun on his heels to retreat when a voice made him freeze on the spot.

"My beloved detective! I was just thinking about you~"

When said detective looked over his shoulder, he found a giant Kokichi peering down at him with a radiant smile, and he somehow found himself regretting both his decision to come and to leave.

"Kokichi, ah… Wh-what were you thinking?"His hand unconsciously reached for the hat on his head to pull it further down, and he didn't miss how Kokichi's eyes flickered to the hat and reflected something that vanished too fast for Shuichi to read into.

"Nothing, nothing! Just thinking that you're basically my best target to kill," almost too easily, his smile stretched into a familiar leer, "An investigation without our dearest, coolest detective just wouldn't go the same. Besides, no one could suspect me of killing my beloved, so you're my ticket to get out of this hell school! Ah, or maybe I could bury your dead body so that there would be no body discovery and no class trial, only the pain and despair of loosing yet another classmate. How's that sound?"

What the— that was harsh, and quick, almost instantaneous. Kokichi was definitely on edge, all the more reasons not to talk to him. Still…"Please don't joke about that," Shuichi pulled his hat further down, silently apologizing to Kaede for still being this weak after the death of so many of his friends. He didn't dare look up to the large face of the evil leader.

A beat passed, then another, and when nothing more happened and the boy thought nothing more would happen and he would better leave already, "… Sheesh, fine. I'm sorry you're so sensitive, Shuichi."

"A-ah," the sudden mood swing caught him off guard. Kokichi's voice had fallen much lower and quieter than its usual childish high pitch. "It's fine." He still didn't dare look up, instead focusing his gaze on the scarf that laid on the ground. "I… What were you doing?"

"Oh, this? Nothing, really, just lil' old me playing games with lil' old myself. Hey, maybe I won't kill Saihara if he beats me at a game of chess!" Without looking up, he could feel the giant boy shift and lean above him and saw his shadow stretch until it engulfed him.

"Wha- I didn't- I only wanted to talk a bit."

"Wha-? Ah? I did-didn't- I only want to play a game. So really, it's your choice."

There was really no arguing with him. Maybe Shuichi could get him to talk if he accepted to play with him for a bit. "Alright, but," he stepped closer up, inspecting the scarf. It had been folded into a sixty four squares chessboard, but, "How are we playing without pieces?"

"You just have to imagine real hard that they're there, and suddenly you can see them right in front of you! I also hope you know the algebraic notation, since we'll be needing it." Shuichi tried to ignore the unnerving feeling of the ground faintly shaking under his feet as Kokichi shifted and fidgeted on his spot like an overly excited child.

"I think I do, but doesn't this sounds a little too hard?"

"Geez, Shuichi, I didn't think you of all people would have trouble imagining what's not there. You look like the kid in middle school who only talked to his imaginary friends. Besides, games are always more fun on hard mode anyway." Shuichi sighed and resigned himself to the fact that he was about to waste precious sleep hours playing an impossible game of chess with a giant clown. He stepped closer still and positioned himself in front of the makeshift gameboard, then glanced up to Kokichi. Instead of the mocking smirk he'd expected, he was only met with a big, almost amused grin and eyes sparkling with excitement. Shuichi looked down again, some of the previous tension leaving his body. "Alright, I'll start, since black fits your aesthetic better. E-four."

And if the 'game' itself wasn't already hard enough, Shuichi couldn't, for the life of it, stay focused with how fidgety Kokichi was being. His fingers hammered down on the ground incessantly and his head rocked left and right the same way Angie's would, both motions sending faint vibrations in the ground under Shuichi's feet. He didn't get a break either when it was the others turn to play, since he'd state his next move without missing a beat— almost as if he'd already known what Shuichi would do. It was uncanny yet interesting to get an insight on how the supreme leader's brain worked, only it would have been better if it had happened before the weird growth motive, when Shuichi didn't have to fear he'd get snatched up in the air at any given moment.

Sometime in the next hour, he ended up taking his hat off to help him focus and get a clearer look at the gameboard; gameboard which he stood in the middle of, in an attempt to help him keep track of the pieces' placement. He frowned, spun around and looked left and right as he tried to remember where he'd left his rook. So focused and lost in the game, he failed to notice when his foot got caught in the fabric; on the next step he took, he fell back on his back. Startled and faces reddening, he fumbled to get back on his feet, when a large face came in his view and stopped him in his track.

"Nishishi~ Shuichi, you're really funny being like this." An encore of the insect incident; Kokichi's upside-down face loomed over him, so close he could faintly feel his warm breath ruffling his hair. Shuichi instinctively reached for a hat that wasn't there, before shuffling his hand back down in shame. He wished it had been there for reassurence, but ultimately decided it was for the best that he couldn't hide behind it. He couldn't be anything but intimidated by Kokichi when he towered over him like that and could so easily do so much, but he didn't want to be scared when he knew that Kokichi, despite all the awful things he was (and he was a lot of awful things) wouldn't go far with his games and wouldn't use his new stature to his advantage.

"It's…" he took a second to breath, regain his composure and look the giant supreme leader in the eyes, "It's hard to remember how the board is set after every move," he got up and brushed himself off. Why can you do it so easily? He wouldn't expect a serious answer to that, so he kept the question to himself.

"Oh hush, this is the only excuse you got to justify losing so badly?" He leaned away and smirked, "I could do you a favor and capture a couple more of your pieces, hmm? Or maybe, here," out of the corner of his eyes, Shuichi saw a large hand come his way, and all the courage he'd been building up for so long all but melted away as his eyes shut tight and stumbled several steps back, once again getting his foot caught in fabric and falling back on his butt. Atua help him, at that point, he only wished the fabric would swallow him whole so he wouldn't embarrass himself again.

He kept his eyes closed tight and waited, but when there was no pressure around himself he cracked an eye open and saw, to his relief, the hand hanging a few feet away from him. The relief was quickly replaced with shame, and he felt a little stupid for having gotten scared so easily after having put so much faith in Kokichi. From above, he heard the boy groan and say, "Relax Max, I said I wouldn't kill you until we're done with this game," with a tinge of annoyance. Fear lingered in Shuichi's mind when he saw the hand approaching him once again, but this time he managed to stand his ground when fingers slipped behind his back and easily scooped him up in an open palm.

In the next second, he was lifted and dropped off in one swift movement, leaving him dizzy and slightly sickened. He clutched on to whatever his hands found first, and took a moment to process his position on Kokichi's shoulder, and another moment to answer him when he said, "Better? Now you can't come whining that you can't see the board clearly."

"Yeah…" he muttered, still busy trying to find his balance. He found his hand balled up in a fist around a lone lock of purple hair, so he moved closer still until he was huddled against Kokichi's neck, and he hoped the other boy wouldn't hear his heart pounding with unease.

They were able to carry out the game for a while longer. At some point, Kokichi's hand ended up on his lap, and Shuichi, despite his anxiety spiking up at the gesture, stayed quiet about it, deciding to accept the extra bit of safety. He took it as a sign that Kokichi, too, was comfortable enough, so he decided to try to strike up the conversation he'd wanted to have.

"Are you sure you're not cheating ?" Maybe not the best way to start some small talk, but the first to come to mind when he was loosing more and more of his important imaginary pieces with every turn and he was sure Kokichi was somehow cheating.

"Who? M-Me?" Kokichi sniffled, and his shoulder jolted with a faked sob, leaving Shuichi to clutch onto the large hand on his lap like a lifeline. "I can't believe my beloved would accuse me of such- such a nefarious deed! Shuichi, you really broke my heart here."

Then all at once, his voice switched from 'heartbroken' back to nonchalant when he said, "Besides wouldn't you except the mastermind of this thrilling game of murder and betrayal to be good at some kids' strategy games? You know, I lied about my real talent, I'm actually the ultimate chess master…"

"You have poor taste in motives if you're really behind this killing game." Shuichi cut him off before he could drift away from the subject. A perfect opportunity not to waste. "I mean, this is more disadvantageous to you than anything. You can't access any building, nor can you hide anywhere if you need to be discreet for your secret evil plans. And if you were really the mastermind, you wouldn't want to single yourself out and leave our classmates feeling safe and secure…"

More and more inconsistencies came to his mind as he presented his deductions, and Kokichi listened, silent and unmoving. "I think… I think the reason behind this motive is for the mastermind to push our classmates away from you and to," he bit his lip and prepared himself to present yet another truth he didn't want to believe, "To force you to kill someone. The school can't accommodate for you for more than a few days at most, so unless the motive's effect is reversed soon…" he left the end unsaid.

Kokichi remained silent and still, so much so that Shuichi was almost tempted to reach out to his neck and check for a pulse, when he settled for, "Maan, Shuichi, you really are naive. You really thought this was all there was to this motive?" The hand on his lap slid off, and Kokichi leaned back against the wall behind him in an viciously abrupt movement that made Shuichi slip and almost fall, then he went on without a pause, "You know, your logic doesn't apply to every situation, mister detective. The only reason I care about is my own entertainment, simple as that. And if I get bored, I can reverse the motive whenever I want."

Shuichi couldn't see his face from his angle, but he could imagine the leer easily plastered on it, like a mask worn a hundred times. "Wouldn't you be breaking your own rules then? And admitting defeat to the participants of the game?"

The debate that ensued made Shuichi feel like he was back on trial grounds. Kokichi shot him arguments to prove he was mastermind. They were full of contradictions, half-hearted and shaky as a card castle in the middle of a storm, and too easily, his truth cut through the other's words like a bullet. Kokichi sounded bored, like he'd prefer keeping his lie true but wouldn't mind an outcome in which Shuichi busted him. And Shuichi wanted that, to see through Kokichi's lies, to get a chance to understand why he was so hellbent on making a villain out of himself when he so obviously worked to stop the killing game just like his classmates, he wanted to reach out to him and pull him out of his self-inflicted loneliness and work together with him to save their friends, if only he would take his hand.

Their debate came to a halt when a crash was heard from Miu's lab. Shuichi distinctly felt Kokichi stiffen and tense up at the sound. He brought a hand back up to his smaller classmate and wrapped it around him in a loose fist, before he got up and made his way to the inventor's lab in quiet, quick steps. There, Shuichi was lowered back on solid ground and rushed in the lab.

His knees almost gave out, his mouth hung open in a silent scream. Ryoma's body lay in the middle of the room in a pool of his own blood. Lifeless eyes stared at the detective, and the detective stared back. Shuichi felt his throat constrict, his vision swimming, he clutched his chest and tore his eyes away from the scene. He had let another one of his friends die, he would soon have to investigate the crime, to doom the killer among them by his own hands.

"Shit," he turned around, and there was Kokichi peering in the lab and their classmate's body with a frown. It vanished as quick as it had come and was replaced by a blank face with a click of his tongue. "Well then, Shuichi, I guess I'll leave you here to do your detective work while I go call the others, hmm?" And he got up without waiting for an answer. Before he left, Shuichi heard him mutter, "I hope the next motive doesn't make me really tiny or something."

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Gosh this took so long yet I still feel it's so bad. Hope I was at least able to quench some of your thirst for saiou bae

[teacup-baphomet]

G/t Drabble (Crash landed on a hostile planet trope but NOT via the a tiny vulnerable human in a planet of mean powerful alien bigs route)

tw: a bit of censored cursing. Uh. I’m not sure what else. Maybe broaching of sensitive tops such as sexuality and religion. But not really. Mostly it’s just rlly dumb word play/lame humor and a confused alien being confused (and kinda freaked/troubled due to the confusion? you’ll see if you read it i guess). there is some sad lorg boi times. idk. no romantic relationships. just a shaky friendship is forming between a crash-landed big-arse alien (a human! *gasp*  i woulda never guessed something as vile as that o: ) and one of the much smaller, very much not human locals. most want to kill the poor dude who got stuck on this planet of hostile lil guys who think he’s a monster and immediately decide they much off him asap. so like having this one ally is kinda important to him. But it’s hard. because. lots reasons rlly. culture differences. the language tech can only do so much. the size diff creates definite issues because trust is hard in general. and trusting a big being that could easily cause havoc on your planet mostly just cuz he /seems/ nice is not a very good foundation... there is much to learn between the two before they can be truly good frens. so uh good luck to them lol *raises glass* I mean. I don’t think I’ll ever write these two again. but I’m sure they’ll end up good friends. probably.

Anyway without further adieu, here have a disappointment (read: attempt to be creative but i’m kinda lazy tbh and still kinda bitter I can’t draw for more than like 10 minutes before I start spacing out :/ )

"We are called humans or the scientific name is homo sapiens" spoke the large alien, Lyle.

"Homo sapiens? That is rather long, is it not? Why is a "scientific name" even a thing? Why would that be necessary? Scientific name versus what kinda name? Emotional name? Why are these science names two words? Seems annoying. What is wrong with just calling yourselves simply homos? Or something else just as nice and concise. Straight to the point if you will. Probably. I... Uh.. I obviously don't know what exactly is the purpose of a scientific name as i already implied... Sooo..." The much shorter – and much scalier- native being (called Torrynts) awkwardly looked off the side to stare at the plain, blank, siding of their dilapidated, isolated house as if it were the most interesting thing in the entire vicinity. Which it wasn’t of course. There was a f***ing alien 15 times their size only a few them-sized lengths way…

 Lyle gave his new comrade – and only friend on this gawdforsaken planet that mostly wants him dead- th pondering, and possibly ironically, rather colourfully scaled Torrynt by the name of Kyvlar a bemused look, bordering on coy.

"Huh. 'Straight' to the point you say?" He paused with a small snort. "Well, my not-so-statuesque friend, do I got news for you~"

Kyvlar suddenly blanched, giving a Lyle a look that was like a knife to the heart while blurting out. "Wait, wait, wait! Hold up! We? There are more than one of you? Here? On this planet? Were you just a distraction the whole time. Oh... Oh no.... Have we really been victim a secret homo invasion this whole time! I-"

 Their panicked monologue was interrupted by a most horrendous noise. Like a slowly dying tornado with the hiccups or something.

"STOP. Stop I-I can't. I can't. This is too much much!" Spoke Lyle with his hand covering the bottom half of his  and his eyes scrunched shut.

 'Welp,' thought the Torrynt, 'This is the end. This is when I die. I should have known better than to immediately put my trust in such an enormous obviously dangerous specimen. Ho-'

 Kyvlar’s dramatic internal speech was interrupted when the alien surprised them by uncovering the his face, revealing a huge grin. ‘They weren't upset? Huh?’ The Torrynt blinked owlishly at the human in confusion.

 "Sh*t, bite-size (Kyvlar noticeably paled at the impromptu nickname not 100% the foreign joking tone, well it would have been noticeable to someone their size at least), I know you don't mean to, context-wise, but you reminded me of my great aunt Karen when my Uncle Todd and Uncle Copper decide to have their friends over along with relatives for a gatherin'."

Plastering on a faux distraught look and blatantly mocking tone, he  continue with exaggerated hand gestures. "Oh no, it's the...the...," he paused with snort, "... the homo invasion... No, no, no... Not here... not in this... this good, Christian neighborhood. Aren't just two of them enough? Oh woe is me!" The alien dropped the mocking tone and smirked towards the smaller being. "Heh. Good ol' great aunt Karen could never remember Uncle Todd was Jewish and so was the majority of that neighborhood.... It’s where my Uncle Todd was raised actually…"

 The said smaller being just stared blankly at the homo-no-human they supposed as just “homo” meant something else, they weren’t sure what else, beyond just something else.

 "Uhhm. Wh-what? U-Uhm, so what exactly is “homo” then? And what’s Christian? And Jewish too. What’s that? Are... Are those other types of -uh- intelligent, sentient creatures on your planet? Y-you know, b-beside hom-er-h-humans? Or are these subtypes of humans? What kinda are you? What is a great aunt? or Uncle? Does the great indicate a larger size? Oh gawd, a-aren't you humans b-big enough regularly? Oh... W-wait. O-or are you a great- uhm- great aunt, was it? E-er, g-great something? Ohhh. Zyntall (Torrynt swear). I'm sooo confused r-right now... " The timid tiny being, sighed in frustration before their eyes snapped open wide in a panic, and they did an immediate one-eighty with their behavior, and it was off all their previously trust, as wavering as it was, vanished in an instant, squeaking out a quick "sorry. oh, Z-zyntall... I'm so-so-sooo sorry. I-I hope I d-didn't offend y-you or anyth-thing... p-please, oh please, don't hurt me" while gazing everywhere except towards the much larger alien, hoping desperately the 'bite-size' nickname was just a bad joke...

 Clearly they not only didn't get what so hilarious about the whole thing but also thought he was a monster prone to violence – still. Lyle sighed, all the mirth that was previously in his expression draining out of him leaving him with an uncomfortable grimace on their face. How disappointing... They really wish there was another human here to share in the jesting. But alas, that was not meant to be. At least as far as they knew there was no "homo invasion" in the making. Lyle wasn’t naïve. He knew humans were easy to slip into a gray moral state, at best. The role of villains at worst. And many of his kind would likely take advantage of a planet full of tiny, vulnerable people. Lyle couldn’t help but inwardly cringe at the thought, getting nervous about something that wasn’t an issue. At least now. Currently, human-wise, it was just him on this distant planet. And as far as he knew, no one - well, no other human at least- had any clue where they were. It probably just seemed he simply disappeared. Never to be seen again most likely. Trapped on this random alien planet in scenario that is akin to some sort of a personal hell of sorts.

'Wow. Hello, major depressive episode that’s making me overly dramatic. I haven't seen you since I was - what - eighteen?' thought Lyle regretfully. Calling this planet a personal hell was probably a bit over the top. But still, he couldn’t even seem to keep the trust of his single native ally. It only adds to his feelings of lonely isolation. And he feared his lonely angst will only get worse and worse. But only time will tell.

Giving a small sigh, he mentally prepped himself to try and get back his small friend’s trust. At least he was able to laugh for a wee bit earlier. It had been so long since he had done such. It was nice. Hopefully next time it will not lead to a backtracking in his attempted friendly ships with an open local, or even worse, a hostile local. The little laser guns that native being had stung like a b*tch. It reminded him when he got bit a couple times by some fire ants during a vacation as a child.

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So yeah these were rando improvised characters made on the spot.

But Lyle is a guy (he/him. He’d be chill with they/them too)

And Kyvlar is… a Torrynt. So like they/them I guess. Torrynts don’t have genders. Like at all. I guess they hermaphroditic (intersex if talking by human terms but not really as they are capable of reproduction and they aren’t human so… I dunno… Not even sure if hermaphrodite is a useful term. As idk if hermaphroditic animals, in nature, are capable of reproduction… I don’t think so? But I’m not sure tbh…). There is no variants like there are with human “sex”. And male/female concepts are 200+% foreign to these wee reptile-like aliens (albeit warm-blooded minded, so perhaps more draconian than reptilian idk. Also aliens being described as reptilian gives me hives due to a conspiracy theory that is like super bigoted actually n’ stuff. Very yikes. Don’t want to talk it about it rlly…). Their reaction would def be “wtf. That’s the weirdest sh*t ever” to such a thought as male n female binary dynamics & whatnot. No exceptions. They’d be like why a lot of you guys limiting yourself because of whether or not you are a potential offspring vessel or not. I don’t understand.

So Yeah. Uh. Anyways.

Their conversation about this prolly (or close to this):

Lyle: Hi. I’m Lyle. Just some random dude form Earth I guess.

Kyvlar: a random dude what?

Lyle: uh. I’m a dude. I guess I meant that I’m a boy though dudes don’t really have to be boys I think. But not to derail too much… Yeah. I’m a man/guy/boy/brosef, whatever you wanna call the male gender. Please not by brosef actually, heh. Anyway. Yep. A boy. That is what I am. Uh. How about you. I can just tell… you ….you have uhm two legs. Oh damn. Wait. That sounded so stupid. I wouldn’t assume your gender or anything. I just… You don’t look exactly human so..uh. UGH. Nevermind. I don’t even know where I was going with that... Heh. ANYWAY, so yeah what’s your gender is what I’m trying to say. Sorry I’m awkward as f***. I’m not used to socializing much. Been doing deep space sh** on my own for a few years now and.. uh.. yeahhhh….

Kyvlar: *stares blankly*

Lyle: Uh. Yeah. So. A Gender? Do you, uhm, have one? Or…????

Kyvlar: Uh. I think so? I mean I’m mostly a day-by-day I’ll figure it out then type but I, I really want be able to fix my home up. I want to learn to cook. Kinda suck at it now. Uhm. I guess… Uh. I should probably help you get on good terms with my people so they stop trying to kill you. You seem nice n’ stuff… so yeah. There’s that. I could use a little more purpose in my life. Not to-

Lyle: wait. Huh? What are you talking about? Are you talking about an agenda?

Kyvlar: Yes????

Lyle: *snorts* I didn’t say an agenda. I said a gender. As in A. Gen. Durr. Like are male or female or maybe something off the typical binary track??

Kyvlar: Uh. Er. Huh??? I, I’m so confused right now…

Lyle: Hooo boy. I’m so not prepared for this discussion at all.

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One of these days I’m gonna have a character that’s silver-tongue and smooth af and not some bumbling awkward doofus (*cough* like I am *cough*).

[cosmicbash]

(answer only if ur comfy with answering) i’m pretty sure 3/4 of the boys (em, kells, rook, and pete) prolly self harmed, i mean the fuckers are covered in tats, i won’t be surprised if the “it looks cool” is just an excuse. how would their s/o react to the scars?

Pete:

Pete talked alot about his self harm in his interview early on this year with Charlamagne. I highly recommend anyone who likes Pete, doesnt like pete, or just wants to know who the fuck he is watches is. Its an hour long but I literally sobbed while watching it because its just so heartbreaking some of the stuff hes gone through and how deeply I can relate to alot of his struggles.

Fuck it imma link it.

But anyway. He's said he used tattooing for a while as a less destructive form of self harm because the pain from getting them done worked the same way cutting did for him. Also he had them done to cover up some of his self harm scars because he used to cut his own chest. Pete's always been very open about this kind of stuff. Especially so in the interview where he goes into a lot of explicit detail so if thats potentially triggering I would have to also recommend AGAINST watching it unfortunately.

But as for how his SO would react?

Rook would already know ahead of time about Pete's past and current self harm habits. In interviews Pete talks alot about how he "warns" his partners when they first get together about how he's "crazy" and regularly will need to take "vacations" to the mental hospital to get a handle back on things when his meds need readjusted or his mental health gets to be too much of a struggle to handle on his own with his outpatient therapy. So, by the time they're actively dating, in a serious relationship Rook would already probably have figured out what days are going to be bad ones for Pete and what he can do to help.

Like noticing Pete looking more disheveled on their facetime calls, or his jokes leaning a bit too far on the scale of self deprication. They can't always be together because of their careers and living situations (at least not until they move in together) but Rook would drop some of their usual teasing banter for the day and instead fill their conversations and calls with reassurances and check ins on what Pete might need. The most important thing for him would be making sure Pete knows he loves him and that he's not going anywhere just because Petes having a low day and acte snappy or distant.

Rook doesn't notice Pete's scars most of the time. Not unless he looks closely for them and, except during the dim quiet nights where they're laying together and his fingers are tracing the random explosion of art lining Pete's chest the drummer actually forgets they exist at all. When they first met it was hard for him to even imagine cheery, sweet always giggling Pete in such a dark space that he would do things like that but, once the proof is infront of his eyes it's hard for Rook not to feel his heart ache even before he's fallen completely in love with the man. Rarely he will find his fingers catching on a feather thin line on Pete's skin, and when they do the kiss that follows is not out of pity but one of acceptance. Pete's perfect. Even with all of his sharp edges and missing pieces. That's just more space for Rook to fit himself into to act as support.

Kells:

Kells has said similar too, I think I remember an interview with him saying he also got tatts to cover up some self harm scars (also to fight some of his body dysphoria. Which actually got heightened really badly when he had to wear all that makeup for the dirt and see himself truly 'naked' again.) Cutting himself, including on the chest like Pete has mentioned. He also drinks and does drugs to self harm and numb the pain.

The majority of his scars are hidden away by his colorful tats. The few Em discovers are like Rook, through accident. The pads of his fingers catching on a slightly different texture or a close examination of some of the blonde's artwork. Kells is less vocal than Pete. If Em presses, depending on the day he might give a detailed account for each gash or on a less comfortable night he might change the subject with a "i dunno, probably happened when i was drunk/high/a kid"

Em does his best to respect Kelly's comfort but the few scars he finds uncovered down around the blondes ankle become a favorite spot of his to hold and stroke whenever available. Theres just something about them. Maybe the strong need to "protect" that rushes through him when he touches them or it could be the almost possessive idea that while the world may know every tiny piece of art that litters his boyfriends flesh, this small patch is his and his alone to see. Like a secret held between the two of them.

Em:

Em's obviously talked about his own self harm in the past. His "slit me" wrist tattoo an unashamed statement to it. Even after he got sober and stopped doing the "usual methods" like cutting, drinking excessively, and nearly overdosing, he did struggle with starving himself or abusing his body by over exercising instead. Like Em tore his hip flexors after getting sober because of it. I'd hope that nowadays he's got a better handle on things but it wouldn't be shocking if he still struggled from time to time.

So, Kell's being a huge stan of his. Even before the beef is guaranteed to know about it. He looked up to Em and compared the similarities of their lives for years.

That doesn't make it any less jarring when they get together and he stumbles upon the scars though.

The faint faded lines across Em's wrists he expects. Even the almost undetectable jagged line along the older rapper's scalp from his childhood bully is something he knows enough about to immediately place. But the paler crossing lines he spots one day between Em's thighs are what make them all feel "real" and less like some tiny little trivia fact he read in a magazine, heard in an interview, a song. Them and Em's quiet almost reluctant admission of their placement being the only true "private" space he thought he could use crushing the final leg on the unreachable pedestal a younger Kells had placed the man up on. Allowing him to actually see Em. To fall in love with him.

From that moment on Kells hands find themselves glued there every time they go to sleep. It doesn't matter the position. Big spoon or little spoon he will twist his wrist or arm to curl one hand around the soft flesh of Em's inner thigh. Just to feel them against his palm or to sleepily stroke with his thumb.

Sure, it might be a little like how his knowledge of them tickles that posessive side he and Em both share. But, it's actually mostly just because Kelly finds them beautiful. Scars have always been attractive to him and every bitter huff or dismissal of how they're ugly or childish from Em just makes him want to kiss and stroke them more.

Rook:

I unfortunately don't know much about Rook's history with self harm. Its reasonable to assume he shares the same "drown your sorrows" habits kells and Pete have/did. And from what I've seen and learned about him through his lives and just following his social media I couldnt speculate one way or another.

Regardless any kind of scars Pete might discover on Rook would be treated with care. Lots of soft fluttered kisses and gentle brushes of fingers.

Pete wouldn't pry. Current Rook and the risk of any future scars are far more important to him. If Rook wants to share or talk about them he's of course eager to be there for him to listen and support. And even though he knows the struggle with mental health and jow unavoidable some heartache and pains may be that doesn't stop him from feeling any less grief over not meeting Rook sooner to prevent the drummer from experiencing some of it.

And ahh its almost 1:30 am anon 🥺🥺 sorry I got a little carried away with this ask. I hope it's close to the type of answer you wanted but I'm gonna cut it here because I'm hitting a wall.

[solcheeky]

From dearest bubble bath anon: a bulleted scenario for stoner/neighbour hyuck who came over his friend's house to take a shower but accidentally found them in a bubble bath (dw not fully naked prolly wearing a bathing suit or whteva). so he gets invited in but his legs are too long to fit inside the tub so he cages his friend in with his legs to get them closer and they have a friend to lovers moment(suggestive content or not - up to u)

cont. (Idm if u make the reader female/male/Gender neutral) whtever makes u feel comfortable I’ll read it regardless bcs it’ll obvi be the best!!

warning: mature content

a/n, let me just add context: you and hyuck have been best-friends since you were kids and now he lives next door to you in university. except, you really don’t know what the use is of the wall that separates the two of your spaces because he’s always over at yours or vice versa. at this point there’s no such thing as boundaries. ahem hyuck thinks boundaries are for pussies. so, you’re both at such a high level of comfortableness that hyuck takes shits with the door open and you don’t need to leave a room to get changed. so much so, people sometimes thing yall are dating—but that’s not the point. you guys are just cool like that, okay continue

“hey buttface! your door is unlocked again!” donghyuck calls into your apartment the moment he steps in

seeing the lack of your appearance in the living room, he slips off his shoes (carelessly nudging them out of the way) and throws his jacket and backpack into your sofa

pulling at the sleeves of his hoodie, he first makes his way to the kitchen, “my dumb shower is busted again, and I need to use yours!” but his words echo in the emptiness of the room

“y/n?” leaving his hoodie on your counter he makes his way deeper into your apartment, but this time, speaking up a little louder. “I was going to go bother mark but you’re just so much closer so-” donghyuck slips an arm out one sleeve of his t-shirt letting it half rest on his shoulder

then stops to stand in front of your closed bedroom door. “you’re asleep, aren’t you?” he sighs under his breath

“whatever,” taking one step back his hand naturally finds the doorknob to the bathroom behind him, “you can’t say I didn’t ask.”

then he swiftly takes a step backwards into the bathroom and closes the door in front of him.

pulling the rest of his t-shirt over his face he spins around only to find you under a sea of bubbles occupying the tub, eyes closed and headphones on

“jeez!” donghyuck jumps in his spot, clutching his top to his chest at your totally unexpected appearance, “y/n!” 

you open your eyes to see the shirtless boy backed up against the bathroom door

with the music you had blasting in your ears, you weren’t surprised you hadn’t heard him at all up until this point

“oh, hyuck?” you casually lift one side of your headphones off, giving him the weirdest look. “what are you doing here?”

“you scared me.” he says, shoulders relaxing at the sight of just your innocent self. “I thought you were something else.”

chucking his shirt on the closed toilet seat, he runs his fingers through his hair and rubs his chest with the other.

“rude.” you joke flicking a little bit of bath-water his way

but he swiftly dodges with a bubble of laughter

“what are you doing here?” you pull your headphones off completely and donghyuck helps you place them next to the sink, “I thought you were at johhny’s?” 

“firstly, learn to lock your door.” 

you splash more water at him

“and secondly, I need to use your shower.” he says so blatantly, “my one’s out again.” 

you scoff at him, “uh. I don’t know if you can tell, but it’s kind of occupied at the moment.” you lift your hands up at him a little dumbfounded.

he always does this; invade what little you had left of alone time.

“so?” donghyuck unbuckles his belt and shrugs, “just move over a little bit.”

“nooo, no hyuck” you groan in annoyance, “please, don’t be a dickhead. I wanted to relax”

“and I want to get clean.” he rebuts kicking his jeans off in your direction

they land with a puff of air on the floor adjacent to the tub

“jesus hyuck, you smell like cat piss” 

“we hotboxed johnny’s bathroom. and no I don’t, my clothes do.” 

you give him a dry look.

“you’re overreacting.” he whines. you always chat the most shit about how much smoking smells but do it anyways, it was stupidly cute.

now, donghyuck stood hands on hips, in the middle of your bathroom in only his boxers

he looks at you expectantly as if he were waiting for you to make some room

but you warn him with your eyes not to step any closer 

donghyuck sniffs, lifting his nose high and nodding his head continuously, “okay. alright,” he presses his tongue into the inside of his cheek, “fine.” 

just when you think he’s going to back away, he takes two big strides over towards the tub

“no, hyuck, you fat shit- don’t!” you grab onto his wrist when he tries to stabilize himself with the rim of the tub

you start laughing when his knees send a wave of water up your chin

“quit being a wuss.” then he’s already half in the water with you and laughing all the same

“I’m not! you’re just- hyuck!”

“stay still!”

“your legs are too fucking long!-”

“you love my legs.”

“not when they’re in my bath! g- hyuck!-”

donghyuck pulls at your wrist to yank you forward to make enough room for him to slip behind you and get you tucked perfectly between his stupid long legs.

clasp still around your wrist, he folds your arm against your chest from behind to push you backwards into his frame

“there,” his bare chest felt hot against your back. “we fit.”

“I hate you.” once he lets go, you rub your wrist acting as if it hurt

so donghyuck takes your hand and laces his fingers with yours before pulling it under the water. “you’re such a liar.” he likes to think you say things like that on purpose

you squeeze his hand from underneath, he wasn’t completely wrong.

soon enough, you settle comfortably against his body, moving your shoulders a little whilst donghyuck adjusts to your weight. 

“see.” donghyuck smiles smug against the shell of your ear. “we should do this more often.”

you sigh in plain annoyance, but regardless, close your eyes and lean your head back until it rests comfortably on his shoulder

“you’re so annoying” you exhale

donghyuck laughs and you realize you love the sound of it so close to your ears

“yeah, whatever.” his smiling lips reach down until they press gently into the dip of your shoulder

when he pulls away, his touch leaves a glimmer of heat under your skin you can’t ignore

it isn’t the first time donghyuck has kissed you. but it was definitely the first time you had felt anything more

usually it was a peck on the back of your hand, or an annoying smooch into your cheek—never one into the bare skin of your shoulder

lips lingering a little too long, donghyuck almost forgets that he can’t leave kisses across the rest of your skin, so instead he leans his head on the fist he kept propped up by his elbow on the edge of the tub

he generously lets his eyes trail down all the spots he wished his lips could mark

his chest ached at how vulnerably good you looked with your eyes closed and neck exposed

if only you were his

“jaehyun asked me if you were single.” donghyuck speaks up

so out of the blue it takes a moment to process what he’s even said

..he wants to talk about jaehyun?

you find it funny how he tells you that whilst sharing a damn bath with you and shamelessly holding your hand.

donghyuck waits for your response, his brows twitching at the way you seemed incredibly unfazed by the fact that the hottest guy you both knew wanted to know if you were single 

it made him wish he could read minds

“y/n-”

“shh. I’m trying to relax.” sure, jaehyun was insanely attractive. but there’s a reason why you cuddle with donghyuck every night.

at your reply, donghyuck shuts up, silently glad your eyes are still closed because he can’t stop the smug smile tugging at his lips

he releases the fist from under his cheek, dipping it below the surface of the water to draw circles on the highest point of your thigh

maybe he did mean as much to you as he thought he did…

“did you tell him I was?” you suddenly ask (too nonchalantly for his liking)

…or not. 

he frowns at your words, what was that supposed to mean?

donghyuck slips his fingers higher till they almost reach your hips and pinches, hard

“hyuck!” immediately, your eyes snap open and your hand shoots down to grip onto his pinching fingers.

donghyuck doesn’t expect to enjoy your reaction that much 

but he did.

something in him falls so deep at the way you jolt under his fingers and he can’t help but sink his teeth into the inviting dip of your shoulder right there, glistening with wet and so close under his chin

his plump lips latch onto your skin as he bites gently into your flesh and your hand quickly moves out of the water to the nape of his neck

a wave of heat shivers down your body and you fist at the hairs on the back of his neck

donghyuck has definitely crossed some new kind of boundaries.

for a moment, donghyuck snaps out of his adrenaline high, his breath evidently heavy against your skin as his bite leaves a lingering tingle of desire 

thinking maybe he’s gone a little too far, he tries to retract the other hand he had still laced with yours and simultaneously pull his nose away from your tempting shoulder

but you don’t let him.

your fingers squeeze his hand in the depths of the bath and your palm stays hot against the back of his neck

right, donghyuck assures himself, fuck boundaries.

this time, donghyuck bites painfully slower into the slope closer to your neck

it would’ve hurt if you weren’t so distracted by the burning feeling melting in the pit of your stomach when the hand he had pinching your hip slipped between your thighs

you exhale a shaky breath

and donghyucks heart swells

he adores the way your head rolls further back into his shoulder and the way you whimper so delicately into the shell of his ear

you were so fucking addicting

following up the curve of your neck, donghyuck finally gets a taste up your jaw until your hand slips from the nape of his neck to his cheek to guide his mouth to yours

in a moment so undefined, so boundless and so intimate, he kisses you for the first time

his lips caressing yours in a crashing wave of lust as he steals your breath

hunger and infatuation bleeds from his lips you almost drown in it, barely being able to keep up when the kneading of his lips turns wet with tongue

a moan gets muffled in the back of your throat and donghyuck slowly moves back

he doesn’t stray too far though, forehead against yours and nose so near you could breathe in his breath

“you taste gross.” you mutter, lips still bumping into his.

you blame johnny’s influence for the thick, bitter aftertaste donghyuck left on your tongue

donghyuck breaks out into a smile and his laughter echoes against the bathroom tiles

“fine.” he kisses your cheek first

then his lips find their way back down your jaw, “here okay?” 

you nod when his nose buries into your neck

“good.” he mumbles applying more pressure with the hand he had between your thighs

another moan erupts from your throat when he rubs more confidently against your front

“I didn’t give jaehyun an answer.” his words tumble hotly across the span of your neck, “told him I would ask you first.”

you can barely let out a whimper

“what should I tell him?” he lifts his hips against your back and you squeeze his hand

“what would you like me to tell him?” he corrects himself

“I-” 

you can’t think anymore when his teeth begin to punch into your neck again

“you what?” he delicately kisses the blossoming marks he’s branded into your skin

“I’m,” you don’t know what comes over you when you say it. but you do. “I might have some time for him”

donghyuck chuckles maliciously into your skin; even trapped under his touch you dared to be such a brat

he hums amused into your neck and your hand falls weak from his cheek to his jaw

“oh you will?” he bites into your skin and your back arches

your breath trembles but you challenge him either way, “maybe.”

with the hand between your legs, donghyuck harshly binds you backwards, pushing you impossibly further into his frame and letting his hips grind harder into you from behind

“you’re going to regret that.” 

end. 

(oh god I love how you wrote your request bc I know for sure you read my guidelines and how you gave me a plot line but simultaneously kept options open for me :0 anon, you’re great. also I left it up to you as to whether the reader is undressed or not ;* hah)

[just-a-creep-babe]

Here’s the matchup info^^. I’m a 5’5 chubby heterosexual female with semi short dyed black hair. I’m a horror movie addict and I can’t go a week without watching a horror movie. I love weirding people out and I’ll scare people for fun. I’m an extrovert and I’m not afraid of saying crazy stuff. I’m a night owl and I barely sleep. I love writing horror stories and on occasion I’ll write horror themed songs. Also, I have trust issues so it takes me awhile to attach to people.

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I match you with: Dark Link

It’s no secret Dink’s a huge flirt

So when he first starts laying the moves on you, it’s easy to brush them off as him just… being himself, ya know?

But things is,, he’s really persistent

For some reason, you’ve caught his attention, and it seems all he wants is to flirt with you

He wants to get under your skin; to find out what makes you tick, what makes you cry, what makes you smile—he wants to know how you view the world around you, yknow?

He’s almost always by your side

Even when you aren’t expecting him to be & when he… sorta shouldn’t be there

Like that time you were just taking a stroll through the woods

And all of a sudden he was just,, there right next to you?? Like he‘d been all along????

Was he following you the whole way?

He’s cool to hang out with & you’ve got a lot of common interests, but he’s just a tad bit of a creep at times

You get used to him eventually tho, considering he’s practically joined at your hip

And the flirting’s really not so bad—he can actually be pretty charming when he wants to be

His jokes are incredibly corny but his smile seems genuine enough when you groan at them, or maybe even chuckle despite yourself

He likes making you laugh a lot tbh

And he obviously really cares about you

Whenever you’re feeling down, he’s always there to listen to you vent or take your mind off things if need be

Like, he will bend over backwards if it means making you feel better—boy treats you like royalty ngl

It’s easy to tell he’s head over heels for you

If you’re still a bit wary about dating at first, he’ll understand & respect your decision

He’ll still be your best friend regardless even though he’s secretly hoping you’ll come around

He thinks he knows horror movies better than you do?

Psh nahh

You show him so much shit it actually starts giving him nightmares

Not that he’d ever admit it

Sometimes you’ll have lil “sleepovers” where you put a movie on and stay up til the sun begins to rise 

He likes staying up with you since no one can intrude & it’s guaranteed alone time

And he also doesn’t need to sleep, which is a plus

The two of you will stay up, chatting about everything & nothing and just hanging out

You have a lot of weirding-out competitions during said sleepovers

You’re better at it than he is

You guys end up giggling so much it wakes up the other creeps sometimes lmao

This bitch loves pulling pranks on people too

So if you wanna scare someone, he’s already got like,, 6 different ideas that would freak the shit out of anyone

The hardest one to scare, so far, has prolly been EJ, but you’ll get him one day

One time, after pulling off a successful heist, you ran to your room with him next to you, covering your mouth to try to stop your fit of giggles

And then he looked at you & suddenly got really serious

“I’ll wait for you, y’know. Whenever,” he flinched before correcting himself, “if… if ever you’re ready—if you think you wanna give this a shot, I’ll be right here. Just say the word”

He tries his best not to pressure you into anything

But he keeps spending time with you & caring for you until, sooner rather than later, you take him up on his offer

Boy’s over the moon when you give him a shot tbh

He’s always appreciated your extroverted nature & boldness when it comes to saying what’s on your mind

And that appreciation practically doubles when you start dating

“That’s my girl,” he’ll grin widely, sharp canines poking through his lips as he chuckles

He’ll wanna read your stories and songs too, no doubt about it

And you’ve gotta give to him, he’s just as persistent as ever

Seriously, he’ll beg if he has to to listen to you sing

Whenever he sometimes takes things too far, he knows he can rely on you to bring him back

Which is something he appreciates, since he doesn’t have to worry about overstepping boundaries & then guesstimating why you’re upset

He honestly loves you so very much—and he’s never stopped caring for you and wanting to know more about you

The only thing that’s changed over time is how his fascination has turned into genuine care & adoration

He wouldn’t leave you for anything, you never cease to take his breath away

He’s never stopped caring about you & never ever will 💕💗

[diedieri]

WIP - Unfinished- Holiday Brickercup (that sounds like a cookie)

So I really really wanted to get this finished the for Holiday but..Kinda lost steam.

I loved the idea of fluff n smut and I was like I need to get some Brick and Buttercup action so it doesn’t bleed too much into the main fic (LOLOLOLOL WELP)

so...this is unfinished, it’s a one shot, who knows maybe I’ll feel motivated later. I had a whole vision for this and for a Butch x Buttercup one shot too

alas...

I legit have not reread a damn word of this.

Little ficlet under the cut. I guess a bit of a warning-- i love all the dumbass holiday movie tropes. xDDDD;; so that’s what this (and the other) were supposed to be. Self indulgent lol  WHEN AM I NOT YOLO.

If motivation does hit me, i will prolly put the finished product up on AO3

happy holidays merry christmas, mask up and stay safe

Christmas.

 Cookies. Presents. Families. Snow. And escape plans.

 Year after year, Buttercup had told herself she was going to skip it. Tell her family oh sorry, she had other plans. Every year, she came closer than the last. Last year had been that final straw. Buttercup, the only single sister watching everyone laugh and clap at the serendipitous surprise of both Blossom and Bubbles being proposed to. Buttercup was happy for them, and hateful for every family gathering to follow. Every time her sister’s promised they knew a girl, they knew a guy, that she would just love if she gave them a chance!

 Buttercup hadn’t been looking for love or waiting for it. There was a city to save. Work to be done.

 So this Christmas, she had a plan. From Halloween on she’d been dropping hints and planting the seeds of her having someone to see. Being late due to a date. At last when Blossom proposed the time the meet at the house, Buttercup laid out her cards.

 “Oh, this year I’m actually going out of town! It’s nothing, big…Just.” She had to downplay it and let her sisters assume it was her pride getting in the way. They were elated and made her swear next year she’d insist the plans be back at the Professors.

 It would have been just as easy to stay home in her apartment to play out her rouse. The more Buttercup had begun to imagine her would be date, the more she had decided to be accurate, incase anyone asked questions. She’d tell them which cabin she was going to, how cold it was going to be. She researched every night until one day she had done it. She booked a cabin from a small mom and pop place. They had pictures on their website but you had to call to make reservations.

 What would Christmas be without a little self-indulgence? Wine, lingerie, bathbombs, and cookies were all on the list. It was her first vacation ever, the first ever alone at least. Bubbles had given her a gift just for the trip, a freshly knitted scarf and cap. Blossom bought her an expensive leather jacket. The professor got her doc martins. The guilt bled in a little. Only a little. She need the time away. To feel good and sane again. The distance would help her love her family and not strangle them.

    “Ms. Utonium! You’re. Here.”  The disappointment had never been more obvious. Buttercup barely got in the door, she hadn’t been able to shut it quick enough without letting snow blow in. Even her vision had been questionable in the brewing snow storm. Her cheeks were red and fingers nearly frozen shut around the handles of her duffle.

 “Yeah,” Buttercup didn’t smile to met the woman’s nervous countenance. She was portly and rosey cheeked, though Buttercup would argue it was more flustered than natural. She set her bag at her feet. A distance from the counter.

 “Oh sweetie,” Her distance instantly recognized, “I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just. Well.” She shuffled from behind the counter, her hands wiped over her apron hand stitched with an abundance of Christmas decorum. It matched the check in cabin nicely. Two trees. Real pine. A burning fire place. There were presents neatly placed under the pine and stockings stuffed to the brim. The lights on this cabin had been a dead give away when she wasn’t sure where to check in.

 “You see with the storm coming, folks haven’t been checkin’ out. I couldn’t kick them out without a plan on Christmas. And with the planes grounded, I didn’t think anyone else would be coming in.”

 At the mention of anyone else Buttercup turned completely to the red couch just behind her, another guest with a long black coat and red cap. If there had been any surprise he had since collected himself and left Buttercup alone to flounder.

 Brick. Rowdyruff Brick was sitting with crossed arms staring her down. Of course the only two people with super powers had braved the storm and made it up to the mountain.

 “Well darlin, you see, we have one cabin left.”

 “So you gave it to him?” Buttercup asked with a snap, eyes still on Brick. If there was anything a Ruff could manage to take from a Puff it was their happiness. Buttercup’s one holiday she’d given herself. The chance to be without ridicule and out from under a microscope, the only one single and alone—her perfectly planned cottage get away. Stolen.

 “No.” Brick answered for her. “She wanted to be sure no one was coming.”

 “Goodness gracious,” The woman fanned her face despite the chill. She’d said it like a swear and the tone had Buttercup turning her back on Brick. Somehow she suspected this woman rarely swore and her meltdown would be a bigger threat than Brick.

 “Hey, Ma’am its—”

 “We know each other,” Brick cut in. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Buttercup, a visual representation to calm the ailed woman. “We can split it.”

 “What?” The hostess and Buttercup asked together.  

  “But she’s,” a she, the woman might have said.

 “I can handle myself lady.” Buttercup stomped out the fear without batting an eye. The point of this vacation was to be alone, right? If Brick had come this far away from Townsville it had to be no different than her.

 “Is that alright?” Her cheeks were less fire engine emergency and more Jack Frost had nipped at her cheeks. Buttercup made fists in her pockets and damned the will of the people.

 “That’ll be just fine.” Hardly. “Brick is a real gentleman. Righty Bricky?” She had been queuing up for a pack mule joke, but he had already shouldered her bag and taken the key from the Mrs. Klaus look alike.

 “Oh dearie, take this. You’ll need all the extra you can get.” She hoisted a bundle of logs with both hands, Brick took it with one. “Oh, goodness and why don’t you take this on the house. For the trouble. We normally host a Christmas party, a little raffle.” She gifted Buttercup with a blanketed basket.

 With the way Mrs. Klaus had been apologizing, Buttercup had been expecting the worst pick of the lot. Brick, drove their rented car slower than she’d ever seen him move up the twisted Mountain Road. It was farther than the other cabins. Brick gestured to the crude map that had come with the key.

 “The Christmas Cottage. Really.” Buttercup snickered and noted the ghost of a smirk on Brick.

 “What do you expect? I booked the one on Rudolph road.”

 “I thought Snowflake Lane was winter themed.” It had been the cheapest of the bunch and even for her fake trips, Buttercup had kept to a budget.

 The outside was small, decorated modestly with lighted candy canes noting the start of the long driveway up to the cottage. They framed the walkway up to the door, keeping its guest on path. This far up the mountain and back into the wood, the snow had piled on high and thick. The candy canes barely had any light to them under the grey sky and hidden under blankets of snow.

 The chill was enough to have Brick and Buttercup moving quick. Neither dawdled over their situation and wanted to get in the cabin and warm themselves up. Brick fumbled with his things and the keys, he barely stepped in before back tracking to the car. He had thought a little deeper into the lodging, bringing multiple cooking supplies where Buttercup had a bag of goods to make pancakes, cookies, sausage, eggs, popcorn and frozen pizza. She thought about dining out one of the nights, she hadn’t thought about that being weather considering. Weather had played a very small part in her fantasy get away.

 Of course Brick had considered everything. Buttercup hung in the doorway, Brick maneuvering around her to set down the large yeti cooler. He shut the door behind them,

 “It’s warm.” He held out a palm. Buttercup kept hers tucked under her armpits. Her breathe wasn’t visible in the cabin and the chill closed behind them she thought anything might feel warm.

 “Stomp off the snow and kick off your shoes.”

 “I know how snow works,” Buttercup chirped and carefully undid the laces. As much as she loved the new kicks it was a relief to be out of them. The backs of her ankles were no stronger than anyone else’s when it came to breaking in new boots. She floated above the wood flooring to the cream colored carpeting.

 Brick turned on every light as he walked, carrying the cooler to the kitchenette first. Buttercup couldn’t believe her own gasp.

 The sharp ‘what’ died gently when he saw just what the switch had turned on. Every eve above the head was wrapped in white lights, the door frames lined with lighted garland and a tree just in front of the balcony, across from the dark fireplace. Blossom was a master interior designer, but Buttercup had never oo’ed and aw’ed like this before. It was a scene out of a movie, she was staring at a real life Christmas card. A red plush blanket tossed over the couch. Matching mugs on the wooden coffee table, Mr. and Mrs.

 “Oh shit,” Buttercup held one up, a packaged cocoa nestled neatly inside. “I guess this is why she sorry.”

 “Honeymoon suite.” Brick agreed and held up a bottle of champagne. “Oh. And there’s cake.” He read the card,

“A small wedding cake for the lovely Mr. and Mrs. Rudolph.”

 “You’re shitting me,” Buttercup floated behind him. The damn thing was even decorated with the two reindeer. Either the couple would have hated or loved this. Likely loved it considering their location of choice.

 “Well. Mr. Rudolph. We have cake.” Buttercup had no shame. Free wedding cake? She’d take the name if it came with a prize.

 “I bet there are more surprises, Mrs. Rudolph.”  His joke knocked a grin onto her face. Brick was snide and snarky. His remarks could cut as deep as his fist could punch. Something said without it being at the expense of any person was a bit of a surprise.

 “Should we see what else the happy couple left four our honeymoon?”

 “Wouldn’t that be stealing?”

 “We’re helping them not be wasteful. Come on.”

 “Go on, I’m going to start the fire.”

 “Oh because that’s such a challenge for you.”  Buttercup reached, her nail dragged from his collar bone and over Brick’s adam’s apple. Her sister was an ice breather and he had a belly of fire.

 “I don’t need to use shit to start a fire.”

 “Uh-huh, I’m sure you can.” Buttercup batted her eyes and walked down the hall, “I’ll turn up the heater. Don’t want to freeze out.”

 Buttercup didn’t really doubt the resourcefulness of the other. The boys had lived on their own, who knows what tricks each of them had picked up to sustain themselves. The banter was just another dialect, part of Buttercup’s language. A natural problem starter and shit stirrer.

[battleshot]

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Who said “I love you” first :

Gah,  I wanna say Noct --- only because Prompto truly would have this big heavy thought of doubt on his shoulders. Like, he could be snatched away from him in a moments notice -- and there would be nothing he could do about it. Prompto would definitely be in love with Noct first though, i mean he was prolly already in love with him long before they were together. 

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background.

Both. They’re not flaunting their relationship in front of everyone, but they have all these cute lil things that only they and their closest know about. 

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Prom. Probably silly jokes, but without the punch line -- so Noct has to read it before it drips and fades away, leave him in suspense and with an almost urgency to find out the other end of the joke. 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Noctis. He’s a lot less experienced, and wants to try and tick all the boxes. He often thinks of Prom, picks up things for him -- could be random items from a joke they made. Prom sometimes raises an eyebrow and questions this selection. But he just laughs and falls a lil bit more in love with him as he stands there trying to explain. 

Who initiated the first kiss

Prom did the look from the eyes to the lip glance, but he waited for Noct to lean in -- to make sure this was okay. 

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Prompto. No doubt. Noct could sleep forever -- and he often teases him, almost initiating something then pulls away, urging him to wake up if he wants anything else. 

Who starts tickle fights

Noct -- because he knows how ticklish prom is. Prom hates this fact -- but his laugh is adorable, but noct never pushes it too far. 

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Prom -- at first, but soon enough they just jump in -- save water and all that. 

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Equal. They think about each other like all the time. Any reason or excuse to see each other when they’ve got different tasks that day. If they can’t do that, they’ll arrange evening plans sometimes. 

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Noct was nervous, Prom was shy. Once they finally relaxed, and opened up with their feelings, the rest came natural. 

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Noct. Prom is a big scaredy boi. 

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Equal. Both are terrible drunks. Can’t handle their drink. Noct would probably lean in real close like ‘ i got a secret to tell you ‘ , whereas prom has a boombox -- singing from the window vibe. 

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They Don’t Know About Us

Part 1.

WC:5.7k

Where Shawn and Alisha end up falling for each other, but things aren’t easy for them because of their age difference, but also because Alisha is Aaliyah’s best friend.

Warnings: Cursing, Cat calling.

Enjoy! Thank you so much for reading!

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Summer had finally started yesterday, well summer vacation. Alisha Ahmed was beyond excited to return to her father’s house, after living in her dorm for 9 straight months. She was more excited to come back home to Pickering.

Alisha Ahmed was an 18 year old, who had secured herself a spot in Werstern University, one of the best in Canada. She had gotten herself entangled with Medicine like her father and older brother. She had gotten through the first year of BSC (Bachelors of Science) with a lot of hard work and mental breakdowns.

When she got her exam marks back, it was like she was on a high. Her overall average was 98%, and she was beyond excited to tell her dad about her marks.  She had driven all the way from London (in Canada), and she finally had reached Toronto, the skyline visible now.

After 4 hours of a non-stop drive, she decided to make a pit stop. She got off at Queens, and made her way through downtown, bad idea. Downtown was probably the worst place to go to at  6pm on a Friday, but Alisha was pretty stupid, atleast she said that herself. 

She made a quick pit stop, filling up the gas in her car, and then heading to the Drake Coffee Shop, it was a thing, really. She spent a good 10 minutes finding herself a parking spot, not wanting a parking ticket, her dad would have yelled at her.  After parking her white BMW series 4, courtesy of her father, she got out, walking towards the cafe.

Alisha Ahmed had become a woman in the past 9 months, she was a late bloomer, but boy did late blooming pay off. She was always gorgeous, but boys never looked at her, because she looked 16. But now Alisha Ahmed had the best of men begging to get in bed with her.

She was rocking low-waisted light washed jeans, with a salmon coloured tank top. Her curves looking inhumanely beautiful in those jeans, the tank top making her breasts look plump, as if they weren’t already.

Her brunette hair were embracing the summer wind and sun of Toronto. Her hair was let down, and even after 4 continuous hours of driving and sitting in one place, it still managed to look beautiful. Her hair reached until her lower back, and it was impressive how she managed to keep it healthy.

She walked into the coffeehouse, people giving her a weird look, it didn’t go unnoticed. Everyone was well dressed, girls in casual cocktail dresses, and guys in dress pants and shirts. “She didn’t belong” was the look she got from different girls about the same age as her, or older, she didn’t care. 

She belonged in this world more than anyone with her father being one of the best Cardiologist in Canada, coming to places like this was common. Sure she was a bit undressed, well more than a bit, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand every single person here, like the back of her hand.

She had grown up going to charity balls and fancy restaurants. She could judge people in places like these really quick, it was simple, their etiquettes and the look in their eyes gave it away. Alisha grew up quiet, she was known as shy, but she was just too busy understanding each and every person. 

She ignored the looks given from the 20 year old’s in tight cocktail dresses, and headed to sit at a 2 person table. A waiter approached her as she got comfortable in her seat, she skimmed through the menu and ordered tea with some strawberry shortcake. The waiter placed a reserved card on the table, and left. 

Alisha headed to the bathroom, freshening up. She reapplied her pink-tinted lipgloss and fixed her hair, re-parting it. She walked out of the bathroom, and she started getting that look again, from a different set of people this time. She didn’t know if it was either because she wasn’t white, or because she wasn’t dressed properly. 

She went back to her table taking a seat. 

Incoming. Daddy<3.

She picked up the call, her father’s voice flooding through the phone speaker.

“Hey baby! Did you reach yet?”

“Hi daddy! Um- no, I stopped downtown to grab coffee, but I’m in Toronto, prolly another hour and a half until I reach home,” 

“Oh okay, well Samir texted me saying he’s gonna be home in ‘bout 30 minutes. I think Jack is with him too,”

“Oh okay, I’ll talk to Samir myself, are you still at work?” 

“Oh yea, a heart arrived for a patient, it wasn’t supposed to come in until tomorrow, but the patient is really ill and his SATS are really low so I have to do the transplant right now. It’s probably gonna be another 6 hours or something.”

“Aw, shit. Well okay I’ll head home and then see you later, take care and don’t forget to eat an energy bar before you go inside the OR, and stay hydrated, please!” Alisha said, making sure her father took care of himself.

“Okay Jaan, take care of yourself, and drive safely, the traffic is really bad at this hour,” her father chuckled, making sure she took care of herself as well.

“Love you, bye.”

“Bye.”

Alisha put away her phone, and shortly after, her tea and cake arrived. She took in her presence and was deep in thought, noticing every tiny detail around her. She quickly started to judge people, well not judge, but understand them. She looked over to the perky mid 20 year old girls, their dresses to fit for their body, how do the breath? She questioned. 

Rich fathers, probably lawyers or businessmen or something. Those girls were too full of themselves, they were caucaisan, tall, skinny legs, blonde, rich dads, why wouldn’t they be full of themselves. She thought.

She moved her gaze to another set of girls, boobs practically falling out of their dresses, dress a little too short, if you squint hard enough you could probably see what was underneath the dress. They were here to find a rich boyfriend, she thought.

She moved her gaze to a couple that looked like they were on their first date. The girl looked very uncomfortable, fake laughing at his probably really lame joke. God, save that girl, Alisha prayed silently.

Her cake halfway eaten, Alisha’s gaze now moved to the bar, there were barely any people there, but there was a man drinking away at 6pm, something sad probably happened, another guy sat a couple seats away from him, eyeing the perky girls dangerously, what a perv! She thought.

She finished her slice of cake, and started to sip her now warm tea, 2 men and a girl walked through the door taking a seat close to Alisha, she was far enough to not be able to hear their conversation, but close enough to get a clear view of both men. 

The taller guy and the redheaded guy sat together, where they had a clear view of Alisha as well, while the girl sat opposite to the taller guy. The taller guy, with the brown curls falling on his forehead, looked familiar to Alisha, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Samir: Where are you? Bro you were suppose to be home like 5 minutes ago.

Alisha: I’m downtown, drinking tea :)

Samir: Informing me wouldve been nice

Alisha: I’ll be home in an hour, chill.

Samir: k, tc.

Samir: Yo, Jack is over aswell

Samir: Anyways letting you know. K bye.

Alisha: okay! Tell him to not bring girls over, bye.

Samir: lol, bye <3

Alisha put her phone away for the second time, looking up to see the redhead staring at her. She looked back at him, she was bold, something a lot of people admire about her. He smiled at her, and Alisha rolled her eyes, going back to her tea. 

A song faintly started playing, Alisha had heard it on the radio a couple of times, apparently it was the song of the summer. It was awfully sad for the summer, she thought, but she could care less about pop music. That song was also sung by her best friend's older brother, but she still couldn’t care less.

The redhead started freaking out, and now Alisha could hear him, “Shawn, dude, that's your song!” He exclaimed.

Oh, now I know why he seemed so familiar. He was Shawn Mendes, the famous guy from Pickering, he was also Aaliyah’s brother. She thought.

Shawn told the redhead to quiet down, but it was too late, one of the perky girl already exclaimed that Shawn Mendes was here. Alisha quickly finished her tea, calling over a waiter so she could pay.

About 5 girls surrounded Shawn, asking for pictures. Alisha rolled her eyes, not knowing what was so special about Shawn Mendes, he was a white boy who got famous over Vine. Typical.

The waiter brought back Alisha’s credit card with a receipt, and Alisha got up ready to leave. As Alisha grabbed her phone from the table, she quickly glanced at Shawn’s table again, Shawn looked back at her, locking eyes with Alisha for the first time since she was 10 and he was 14. 

Alisha quickly moved her gaze elsewhere, and headed out the door.

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Alisha walked through the front door of her father’s house, excited to finally be home. As she entered she saw a pair of Nike Air’s carelessly thrown on the ground. She picked them up and placed both the shoes together, shaking her head while doing so.

She dragged her tiny suitcase further, placing it beside the staircase. She headed upstairs, in hopes to find her brother. She reached the top of the staircase heading inside her brother’s childhood bedroom.

“Ew, what the hell is wrong with you!” She exclaimed as she saw Jack, her brother’s best friend, taking pictures in front of the mirror only in a pair of fitted boxers. Samir, her 26 year old brother, chuckled at her.

“I know you like what you see, babe,” Jack tried talking seductively. 

“Watch yourself,” Samir said sternly, making sure Jack was well aware of his limits.

Alisha plopped herself on her brother’s bed, Samir shifted over to the other side of the double bed so Alisha had some space.

“How was the ride?” Samir questioned.

“Tiring,” she replied mindlessly, her eyes shut due to exhaustion.

“I told you I could come pick you up,” her brother spoke in an elderly tone.

“Well I made it,” she shifted her head, looking over at him while raising her eyebrow.

“I’ll drop you off, the drive is really long,” he replied back in a protective tone.

“We’ll see,”

Alisha shut her eyes again, and she almost found herself deep into her peaceful slumber, but Jack pushed her closer to Samir, and then plopped beside her.

Alisha moaned in distress, “It’s too small,”

“That’s what she said,” Jack commented.

“Shut up!” She replied back slapping his chest.

“Bro, has anyone realized Alisha finally looks like a woman and not a 10 year old kid. Did you get surgery or something,” Jack remarked.

“Shut Up, I don’t need ass and breast implants,” she said defensively, Samir only chuckling at her comment.

“Really?!” he said sarcastically, “The past fucking 5 years of my life were filled with my boobies are too small or why don’t I have an ass!” he said in a 6 year old girl tone.

“Shut up, we don’t talk about that!” Alisha became defensive again.

Jack had been Samir’s friend since they were 8. They both went through alot in life together, and they both were always there for eachother. Even though Jack had become a frat boy and endlessly fucked girls, Samir was still there being his rock. Both Samir and Jack were totally different people from when they were 16 or even 8, but they still stuck around, supporting each other.

Their friendship was similar to Alisha and Aaliyah’s. Both Alisha and Aaliyah had known each other since they were 5, both comfortable with each other since kindergarten. Alisha knew everything about Aaliyah, like how Aaliyah knew everything about Alisha. 

Alisha stayed up talking to Aaliyah whenever Shawn left for tour, trying to help her find some peace. Alisha knew what it felt like being away from your older brother. She would be there for her, and if sometimes it meant being on call the whole night, then so be it. 

Aaliyah was always there for her as well, supporting her no matter what, sometimes even through bad decisions. It was impossible to separate the both of them, and if both of them ever got in a fight, they found a way to make up.

Alisha’s phone started ringing, she got up and took her phone out of her butt pocket. 

 Incoming, Aaliyah Mendes, her phone read. She answered the call.

“HEY! Did you reach yet?!” Aaliyah exclaimed excitedly through the phone.

“Calm down! Ya, I’m with Samir right now,” she replied back.

“K, stay the night over at my house,”

“What no, it’s gonna be weird.”

“Why? you’ve stayed over so many times,” Aaliyah question, confused.

“Not when Shawn was over as well,” Alisha said in an obvious tone.

“Oh, he said that he was gonna spend the night over at his place, with his friends or something. The point is, he’s not there, come over!” Aaliyah explained.

“Okay, I’ll be over in an hour, I'm gonna take a shower and do whatever, but I'll see you then.”

“Okay, I’m with Jordan right now, I’ll probably be there when you get there. Also mum and dad aren’t here for tonight so we can have fun. Eeee,” Aaliyaah squealed.

“Haha, K seen you then,” Alisha ended the call chuckling, heading to take a shower.

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Alisha ran towards Samir G Wagon in a hurry because of his constant honking. She opened the door sliding her backpack into the jeep, her following behind. She buckled herself, and fixed her hair, which was all over the place due to the running.

“What took you so long?!” Samir exclaimed.

“Let me be, my hair is still wet!” Alisha replied annoyed.

“You know if you chop of your hair it’s gonna be easier to dry,” Jack comments.

“Literally no one asked for your opinion Jack, also I’ve been growing this hair out since I was 13. I’m not gonna chop it off cus’ some white guy told me too,” Alisha snarks back.

“You’re white too,” Jack remarks.

“‘M not.”

“Yes you are. You try so fucking hard to be different than me but your just plain white,” Jack replied.

“I am not fucking white!” “Your mother was, so how are you not white? You literally sound like a fucking dumbass,” 

“I don’t have a mother, never had one,” Alisha said.

“Both of you shut up! You guys act like 5 year olds!” Samir stopped both of them knowing this conversation was taking a bad turn.

Soon Samir pulled up in front of Mendes' household. Alisha texted a quick “I’m here” to Aaliyah. 

“When did they get a G wagon?” Samir questioned.

“I don’t know, probably ‘Liyah’s friend of something,” Alisha replied mindlessly.

“Oh- anyways, Jack and I are gonna crash at our place after a party tonight, and i’m pretty sure dad is gonna be in surgery all night so no one’s gonna be home. So stay the night here and don’t fuck things up,” Samir told Alisha.

“I’m not gonna do anything,” Alisha pecked Samir’s cheek, about to get out of the car.

“Hey! I want a kiss too!” Jack exclaimed.

Alisha playfully rolled her eyes at him and pecked him aswell, “Take care, and stay away from girls like good muslim boys,” Alisha commented jokingly.

“Says you! Plus I’m not even muslim,” Jack replied.

Alisha and Samir both chuckled at Jack’s comment, Alisha bid a quick goodbye and got out of her brother’s car.

Alisha headed up the front steps, knocking on the door hoping to be met by Aaliyah. She stood at the front porch for a good twenty seconds, Samir already drove away. Alisha started to get annoyed now, furiously texting Aaliyaah, before she could even comprehend, the door flung open. Alisha headed inside without even looking up, but before she could enter she hit her face into something that felt like a brick wall.

Alisha slowly lifted her head, looking up to see a bare chest that looked like it belonged to a man. Alisha soon saw the face of the person who the chest belonged to. The infamous Shawn Mendes. 

“Excuse me? Who are you? And what are you doing here?” Shawn questioned, he had grown since the last time Alisha saw him properly, his voice wasn’t high pitched like a squirrel now either.

“Um- what the fu-” Alisha was deeply confused, he wasn’t supposed to here.

“Ah! Did you stalk me to my house from the coffee shop? What do you want? a picture?” Shawn asked a little rudely.

“Oh fuck you! Who the fuck do you think you are!”

“Excuse me, you’re at my house.” 

“For your information Mr. I’m too good for everyone, I’m Alisha Ahmed, Aaliyah’s best friend!” She replied angrily.

“Oh,” Shawn was taken aback, “You’ve grown, alot,” Shawn reluctantly said.

Alisha gave him her best petty smile, rolling her eyes after, “Is Aaliyah here?”

“Oh um, No. She’s out with a friend,” Shawn said heading to the kitchen.

“Ugh!” Alisha sat onto the couch, “Weren’t you supposed to not be here today?” she said distastefully.

“Um, excuse me?” 

“Whatever,” Alisha rolled her eyes. “Can you put on a shirt?” Alisha said after awhile.

“Oh!” realisation hit Shawn, “Yea, I’m gonna do that,” and with that Shawn headed upstairs.

Alisha dialed Aaliyah, already pissed at her, because she was stuck with the one person she never really liked after he became famous. She thought that he had changed since the day he signed himself to a record label. She thought he tried too hard to be perfect, and with years of doing that he lost himself a little. Alisha never told anyone that, simply because her opinion didn’t matter, but also because she never really knew Shawn properly.

“Hey! Where the fuck are you?!” Alisha exclaimed through the phone speaker.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! We ended up going to get some food, omg I’m so sorry,” Aaliyah said guilty.

“Keep your fucking sorries to yourself!”

“Calm down, ‘Lisha, I’m gonna be back in an hour or 2,” 

“Don’t fucking bother anymore!” Alisha uttered, clearly pissed.

She cut the call before she could hear more from her best friend. Alisha didn’t like when people cancelled on her, or made her wait. And Aaliyah knew that very well, so that just pissed Alisha even more. 

Alisha made herself comfortable on the couch scrolling through her phone, Shawn never came back downstairs, probably to give Alisha some privacy. Alisha wanted to go home because she didn’t feel comfortable, but who would drop her off? And even though she would never say it out loud, she was scared of staying the night alone in her father’s large house. At least Shawn was here, and she felt a little safe having another person here with her.

Shawn came back downstairs after about 30 minutes later, helping himself with some food. “Hey, um I have pizza here if you want some,” Shawn spoke.

Alisha was hungry and a little bit of food wouldn't hurt anyone right? She got up, fixing her tank top and heading towards the kitchen. Shawn grabbed 2 slices for her, warming them up in the microwave. After a minute or so, Shawn grabbed the plate and placed it in front of her.

“Thank you,” Alisha mumbled.

“No problem,” Shawn smiled. He was wearing a white tank top with pajama pants, his curls messier than ever.

“Um, if you want I can drop you off at your home? Cus’ it’s been an hour or something since you’ve been here. You must be bored,” Shawn said taking a seat, a couple of seats away from her.

“Oh, No one’s home, so…” Alisha’s voice drifted at the end.

“Oh okay, Well um- Isn’t your brother here? I heard he was,” Shawn replied.

“Yea he is, but there was some on campus party so him and Jack went there, and they are probably gonna crash at their crib,” Alisha replied, taking a bite of her pizza after she finished.

“Jack? The same Jack from highschool?” Shawn asked, a little shocked.

“Oh um- Yea, Same old Jack,” Alisha smiled.

“Your dad let your brother be friends with Jack?” Shawn questioned.

“Well I mean- well they went through shit, both of them got messed up, but they got their life together so my dad doesn’t really care,” Alisha replied.

“So your brother goes to Med school at UFT, I know that, but what is Jack doing?” Shawn asked trying to keep a conversation.

“He’s in med school too,” Alisha replied, as if it was the most obvious answer.

“What?! Wow! That’s crazy!” Shawn said completely shocked.

“I know! Who would’ve thought 10 years ago that both of them would even graduate with the amount of suspensions both of them had. But now both of them are graduating in March, and my dad has already promised both of them a job at his hospital!” Alisha replied excitedly, proud of how far both of them had come.

“Good for them,” Shawn replied.

After that it got awkwardly silent again, Shawn got up and helped himself with another slice of pizza, putting one in Alisha’s plate too. Shawn warmed up the food giving Alisha her plate, and then sitting back on his seat.

“So what about you?” Shawn questioned, trying to keep a conversation.

“What about me?” Alisha chuckled.

“Well what uni do you go to? Or did you take a gap year like ‘Liyah?” Shawn questioned.

“Oh, well i’m in Westren doing BSC right now,”

“Science? Like your father? And brother?”

“Yea, I always liked Science,”

“Hmm, how’s London?” Shawn further questioned.

“Well crazy, I mean like at first it was kind of hard to settle cus’ I knew no one, and like dad and Samir weren’t there, but now I like it. Like I have my little friend group, who knows me and doesn’t judge me or I don’t know treat me like I have a super rich dad,” Alisha spoke, Shawn listened carefully, intrigued by the way she talked.

“Well I’m glad you found some good friends,”

“Are you though? You barely know me, so like you don’t care about me,” Alisha commented without thinking, instantly regretting what she said.

“Um-”

“I’m just kidding!” She exclaimed, hoping to make this less awkward.

Shawn chuckled, “So are you gonna become a surgeon like your dad and brother or are you interested in something else?”

“No, I wanna be a cardiologist like my dad, like it’s so cool just to hold a heart in your hand you know? Like because of you the person would be able to breath and live basically. I don’t know but like- just- like- like I don’t know but to hold a heart in my hand just fascinates me so much, but at the same time it just makes me more thankful,” Alisha rambled, Shawn loved how she spoke so passionately about her future, already knowing what she wanted to do in life.

“Well I know your gonna be as successful as your father, if not more,” Shawn smiled.

Alisha smiled, and then it got quiet again, not for long though.

“You know, I kinda never liked you, but now I’m starting to, I guess,” Alisha commented.

“Well I kinda got that idea when I was the only one you’d shoot with Nerf guns,” Shawn chuckled.

“What?! I only did that cus’- okay yea whatever.”

“Well I’m glad, Thank you for the honour Ms. Ahmed,” Shawn got up from his seat and bowed down. Alisha’s laughter filling the air, Shawn smiling because he loved when people smiled because of him.

Shawn grabbed the plated placing them in the dishwasher. “Oh by the way, a couple of my friends are coming over in about ten, so if you wanna go upstairs in Aaliyah’s room or something you can, or you can stay down here, your choice, but most of them are guys and older than you so I don’t think you’d be comfortable, but it's your choice,” Shawn rambled.

“Um yea, I’ll be upstairs in ‘Liyah’s room,” Alisha said grabbing her backpack and heading up the stairs, she stopped mid way though, “thanks for the food,” she smiled at Shawn.

“Oh no problem,” Shawn chuckled.

Alisha made herself comfortable in Aaliyah’s bed. She laid there watching a movie on Aaliyah’s macbook. She flipped through instagram stories and twitter. Soon she started talking to her friend from London, he was from Toronto, which was close to Alisha’s hometown,  But he wasn’t going to come back until Monday, due to some party he was attending. He invited her to it, but she kindly rejected, longing to go home. 

Before she knew it 2 hours had already passed, Alisha bid Lucas, her friend, goodbye. Her phone soon showed the low battery sign. Alisha looked for a charger everywhere, knowing she had it with her before, but realisation hit her, it was downstairs.

Alisha thought about letting her phone die, dreading to go downstairs, but soon she decided against it and headed downstairs, still in her jeans and tank top. She heard guys laughing, some girls too, but not many.

As she reached the living room, Shawn noticed her presence, “Um, sorry I just wanted to get my charger,” Alisha said to him, but before Shawn could talk another guy spoke.

“Oh my man! You brought that girl home! I told you she was hot!” That guy whistled at the end. Alisha turned her head to see who was speaking. A red head came into her view, the same guy from the cafe who smiled at her.

“Um excuse me?” Alisha questioned, totally taken aback.

“Bria-” Shawn was cut off.

“Oh I saw you at the cafe, you looked really hot and Shawn brought you home, so just congratulating him on his win, Mans is finally gonna get some,” that guy spoke, the room dead silent. 

“What are y-” Alisha was interrupted by a blonde girl.

“Bri, boo you find her hot, what are you looking through, the trash can or something,” the girl snarked, her voice so screechy, it made Alisha cringe. 

She hoped Shawn would stop the clownery, but he didn’t.

“Nah, like a one night stand thing, like look at her body, I’d want her to be on top of me,” that guy spoke again. Alisha had never felt more disgusted and uncomfortable. The redhead got up and stepped closer to her.

Never in a million years did Alisha think she’d be this disgusted by the human kind. The way he was commenting on her body, as if it was a doll, if it were fake or something. She kept begging God for Shawn to speak up, but he never did, he only told the guy to sit back down. 

“Your really pretty, let me know if I can hit you up,” he spoke again, and that was the last string for Alisha, she wasn’t known for taking people’s shit, and she wasn’t going to right now, either.

She slapped the red head across the face, everyone gasped, definitely taken aback by her certain rage. The guy was definitely taken aback, his hand holding his cheek, the effect causing him to step back. 

“They only thing you’d every fuck is a fucking toy! You fucking idiot. You know really just please kill yourself, it’s better for the world!” Alisha ragged, “Don’t you ever fucking talk to me or any other girl like this ever,” She stepped closer to him grabbing his jaw hardly and then pushing him away. “Fucking pervert,” and with that Alisha grabbed her charger and started walking back to Aaliyah’s room.

Shawn was definitely taken aback by this, he never thought a girl as sweet as her could be this rough too, and with the redness of Brian’s cheek it definitely looked like she slapped him hard. 

Before Alisha went up the staircase she spoke up, looking Shawn dead in the eye, “You know, I thought you weren’t so horrible afterall and boy was I wrong, your a fucking pussy, can’t even tell your friend to shut up. I have never in my life disliked a person more than I dislike you right now!” Alisha exclaimed harshly.

She headed upstairs throwing the charger on the floor, suddenly not caring about it anymore. She got into the bed, wrapping herself inside Aaliyah’s blanket, quietly sobbing until sleep overtook her.

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Alisha woke up to someone next to her in bed, she moved her head to get a better view, Aaliyah. She got out of bed, still in her jeans. She went into the bathroom brushing her teeth washing her face, her eyes puffy from last night. She got out of the bathroom, grabbing her phone. She tried turning it on, but it was dead. She grabbed her charger which was now placed on Aaliyah’s study table. She put her phone on charge hoping her phone would turn on sooner.

While her phone charged, Alisha grabbed her stuff and stuffing it in her bag. Soon her phone turned on, and she quickly called the one person she could trust right now. 

“Hey, where are you?”

“We just came back to your dad’s house, why?”

“Where’s Sam?”

“He’s went back to sleep, he got shit faced last night.”

“Jack… can you please come pick me up,” Alisha spoke quietly, a gentle sob let her mouth.

“You okay?”

“Please. just hurry up,” she whispered.

“Yea I’m getting in the car right now, I’ll be there in 5.” Alisha ended the call, wiping away the few droplets of tears that fell on her cheek. She grabbed her bag and then headed downstairs. She heard Karen talking, Shawn replying back to her. 

As Alisha reached the bottom of the stairs, Karen greeted her, “Hey ‘Lisha come here. I haven’t seen you in so long!”

Alisha put her bag down, heading over to Karen and hugging her. “Come have breakfast with us,” Karen pulled away.

“Oh um- no it’s okay, thank you, though!”

“Shawn I don’t know if you met her when she came over yesterday, but this is Alisha, she’s all grown, just look at her,” Karen spoke. Shawn looked over, slightly smiling, testing the waters. Alisha didn’t smile back though, instead she turned her face away from him.

“Karen, how is Aunt Becky’s daughter?” She asked, changing the topic.

“Oh she is doing much better, I think your brother talked to her or something. That’s was Becky told me,” Karen replied.

“Wait he did?!” 

“You know he has come really far, I’m so proud of him.”

“Trust me I’m more proud.”

Karen smiled at Alisha’s comment. Aaliyah walked down the stairs saying good morning to everyone. Alisha ignored it, and went on her phone.

“ ‘Lisha, Morning?” Aaliyah questioned. 

Alisha still ignored her, Aaliyah looked at her mother worriedly. This time Shawn tried starting a conversation. 

“Hey Alisha, want this pancake? I made it myself,” Shawn spoke sweetly. 

“Well then you can gladly shove it up your ass,” Alisha replied twice as sweetly. She got up, grabbing her bag. “Karen, I’ll visit you later, cus’ I actually have so much to tell you and I missed you a little too much. Also I’ll want your cookies so…” She continued. She quickly hugged her, “I should get going cus’ Jack is waiting for me, Bye.”

“I’ll walk you to the door,” Aaliyah spoke.

“I can walk by myself,” Alisha replied, Aaliyah taken aback.

“K, then I will,” Shawn spoke as he got up from his seat.

“Just please, I don’t need favours from you, especially,” and with that Alisha walked out the door. 

Karen was confused as ever, not knowing what happened. “Guys what did you do, she literally the sweetest person you can meet?” she questioned.

“I came home late, she was waiting for me, she’s probably pissed at me cus’ of that,” Aaliyah spoke. 

Shawn got up and walked up to the window with Aaliyah following behind him. As he reached the window, he got a view of Alisha hugging Jack, and sobbing. Jack was holding her tight, not letting her go, but his face was full of rage. 

“Shawn what’d you do? I know her, she wouldn’t cry cus’ I stood her up,” Aaliyah spoke.

“Nothing,” he spoke.

“Don’t lie!” Aaliyah yelled at her older brother.

“Brian cat called her last night, he said how he’d like her on top of him, and she slapped him and then she went upstairs,” Shawn spoke quietly.

“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me!” Aaliyah spoke angrily.

“ ‘Liyah, I-”

“Do you even know the kinds of people her brother and Jack know! If they want they can kill Brian or make sure he at least ends up in a hospital!” She spoke worriedly.

“She said they didn’t do that shit anymore?” Shawn questioned.

“And that doesn’t change the fact they still talk to those people! Shawn Samir and Jack basically grew up with those hood gangsters. And I know for a fact that those people would do anything to keep Alisha safe!” Aaliyah said, “There was a fucking guy in grade 11 who wouldn’t stop bothering her and she literally fucking told her brother and before anyone knew that guy was in the frickin’ hospital,” She continued.

“Well, What am I supposed to do about that?”

“Well you better hope she doesn’t tell anyone!” Aaliyah exclaimed.

“Do you think-” “Yes Shawn, she was fucking crying! Alisha never cries!”

“You guys better apologize to her,” Karen spoke.

Shawn sat back in his seat, deep in thought. He thought about yesterday’s events. He didn’t want to be, but he was intrigued by her. He always saw Alisha as his baby sister’s best friend, but there was so much to her. Shawn didn’t want to admit it, because it was wrong, but her powerful personality attracted him. And as hard as he tried pushing her out of his mind, she just came back invading his thoughts stronger each time.

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[lore-a-lie]

Chapter 3, Act 8: Acknowledged Accidentals

Daily Life

Regardless of what she was trying to process, Kaede still managed to get to breakfast early that day. Or it felt like it, as it was early enough that the only other person there was Kaito, who kept glancing at a pair of tablets someone had left in the middle of the table. ( Which means he’s probably not the first person to get here today. Maybe some folks got here before us and got bored waiting for everyone else? )

With a bit of prompting she got him to actually see whose videos were there, and was surprised to realize they were Ryoma’s and Kiyo’s. The implications the auditions contained were even more concerning though.

Two murderers, who both seemed to have never taken a life before this game. One with a lover who could be real, but under very different circumstances, and another whose wasn’t, but meant the trauma of losing a close sibling was still real enough to die for. ( Both people whose auditions show they weren’t as terrible as I was, no matter what they think of themselves now. )

“Who do you think left these out here?” Kaede asked Kaito, in order to break the smothering silence.

“Probably Ryoma and Kiyo. Monokuma would have definitely given it to them first. I mean, I got mine this morning. It’s… kinda a doozy.”

“Yeah, I get it. Mine was too. I don’t think I’ll be adding mine to this pile, not before having Kokichi check it or something.” ( And if he won’t maybe Gonta will be willing to try. I hope neither of them think less of me for this though… )

“Not a bad plan, assuming he can tell how much of these things is legit. But I’ll just keep mine on the backburner for now, it’s prolly all BS. I don’t wanna worry him any, and he might try fucking with me.” Kaito sighed as he scratched at his head, making a face at the thought that got a laugh out of her.

“If he does start teasing me about mine at least it’s not anything super serious. Might accuse me of being victim to a “bitch-be-gone” spray or something at the worst.” ( Saying that’s not a major lie or anything. )

“Oh god I’d love to have me some of that right now! Kiyo’s sister will be the death of me, I’m telling ya,” Kaito said with a hollow chuckle, before turning more serious. “I don’t suppose it’d be too much to hope that Kiyo seeing this might have made her disappear? Things might be rough if it didn’t.”

Yikes. There’s a thought. It’d be easier on all of us if she’d just go away, but with a motive involved…

“I doubt it,” Kaede started, and resolved to make a minor confession. “When I visited Gonta the first time we had him keep an eye on Kiyo I asked him why he talked about his sister in the present tense before we saw his motive video. He said he honestly didn’t know she was dead, like what happened with Kirumi’s previous… “master”. I don’t think he was lying, so his “sister” shouldn’t have been talking to him before then. Wouldn’t make sense for one killing game motive to undo a previous one right?”

Kaito was unnerved by what she said, that much was obvious, but there was also a level of relief there. Kaede chalked it up to giving more backing to the idea this wasn’t some possession after all. But the relief was followed by guilt soon enough. “Fucking hell man. No wonder he was such a mess back then.”

Not really in the mood to continue that train of thought Kaede made a noncommittal noise and got up to get some breakfast instead. At least that way neither of them would feel pressured to talk until the others arrived, even if she wasn’t all that hungry.

It didn’t take too long for others to show up at least, as Gonta and Kokichi arrived before she finished. Though judging from how uncomfortable Gonta looked, he had also seen his video and it unsettled him.

Kokichi’s mood was harder to tell, which was hopefully an okay sign. It’s not like he was easy to read on his good days either. But seeing the liar gave Kaito an idea.

“Hey, just the twerp I wanted to see! Wanna give something a look-”

“Nyo.” Came Kokichi’s immediate rejection, and threw the space cadet for a loop.

“But you love being nosey! Come on, just help a guy out. I just wanna know how legit these things are,” Kaito tried again, taking one of the abandoned audition tapes in each hand as he waved them in front of his face. And got an even huffier and cutesy “nyo”s for his efforts.

“Why not? Kokichi look at Gonta video-”

“So what, now I gotta watch everyone’s dumb ol’ lying mugs? What I get out of it?” Kokichi waved Kaito off, but Keade could tell he was just being difficult for the sake of it, rather than offended by Kaito asking for his help.

“Blackmail material?” Kaede suggested with a sly smirk to “speak his language” and keep the bit going. Which Kokichi gladly accepted hook line and sinker.

“What sort of blackmail? Whatchu got?” he asked with an eager evil smile.

“I dunno~ Maybe a stereotypical blonde bitch? What you got?” Kaede gave as a half-truth.

“A whiny dork who had eyes bigger than his stomach.”

“So… No change then?”

“No more than you did, you mean ol’ blondie!” Kokichi laughed back at her lighthearted teasing.

“We also have a certain tennis star and anthropologist’s videos too, if that sweetens the pot?” Kaito tried to play along, though while Kokichi did seem surprised both were here without their owners he looked warier of how Kaito didn’t say anything about his own. Gonta, on the other hand, was just confused.

“How Kiyo’s here already? Gonta stop by Kiyo’s room and no hear Kiyo when he knock. It weird he sleep in today, Kiyo normally early birdy. And door was still blocked when Gonta come by so he no leave early.”

“Maybe he never got his at all then? I mean if Kiyo can’t get out maybe Monokuma couldn’t get in?” Kaito suggested.

As nice as that could have been Kaede doubted it. “Nah, I don’t think there’s anywhere in this school Monokuma can’t get to aside from maybe the sim. But maybe Kiyo asked him to put it out here instead? Monokuma might have done him a favor like that to see what we’d do. So there is a chance he hasn’t seen it yet in either case.”

“That wouldn’t explain Ryoma’s though, unless he left this out here himself. Not even Angie tried to lock him up, yeah? So what, he just left this out here all on its lonesome?” Kokichi asked.

“I guess we’ll just need to ask him later. Still, do you think you could help us out? I mean you can tell if we’re lying, right?”

“Fiiiiiine,” Kokichi sighed as he started getting a case of grabby hands so Kaito would hand him the audition pile. With a bit more pestering he got Kaede to hand hers over too, and Gonta dropped his own into the mix right after. But Gonta looked fairly concerned when he saw Kokichi add his to the bottom of the group, and his brow only furrowed further when he caught that Kaito’s video was still absent from it.

Kokichi was miffed about that detail too, he made no effort to hide that. But Kaito wasn’t budging so he quietly let it go for the time being in favor of analyzing the others, starting with Kiyo’s to prove he could.

And even from the start he seemed to be having trouble. Not that Kaede wasn’t expecting him to, she had tried warning him that Kiyo was “off” in more ways than normal. But nooo. “All the better to start with him,” he said. “It’ll be fine, even Gonta could handle this,” he said.

With how tense Kokichi’s posture was as he crouched over the small tablet and his refusal to respond to anyone until he was “sure” of his answer he could feel Kaede’s desire to pull an I-told-you-so. But she was too mature for that sort of thing. Obviously. He was just being paranoid again.

The fact he knows it is more than enough for me~ It’s nice to see him be so careful about it! I definitely prefer him being comfortable with his deduction than feeling he has to lie because of the pressure.

Gonta did still try to help, as much as he was able to see past Kokichi’s tiny frame. Kaede didn’t really get what they were saying so she kept out of it, which seemed kinder than how Kaito kept trying (and failing) to butt in and distract them.

But ultimately both agreed that while this Kiyo was different he was mostly telling the truth as far as he knew at the time. Most of the lies were about how open he was to really being made a villain and his “hopes” for the Kiyo everyone knew now, which wasn’t comforting. His anxiety gave them some confusion in other areas, but he did show the type of ticks Kokichi had come to expect from Kiyo so he guessed they were false positives.

However, depending on how much of him was lost to his requested “erasure” it would be impossible to know for sure without a larger sample of how he had been. And that could apply for all of them, even if it turned out Kiyo’s was meant to be (or at least wanted to be) the most complete overwrite.

Ryoma’s was easier at least, even though it started halfway through when Kaito hit play instead of looping back to the beginning the first time Kaede and he watched it together. It didn’t seem to matter for Kokichi’s estimate though, as the only major lies Kokichi caught were whenever he started bragging or attempted to “sell” his joke-of-a-jock concept. Since he didn’t notice any other oddities Kaito kept quiet.

Gonta wanted to think the lies meant more of the Ryoma they knew was real, but Kokichi shot him down. Occam’s razor, the simplest explanation was probably the correct one.

And the simplest reason for the other Ryoma to feel he was lying was if it really was just an audition.

Auditions work best if you’re knowingly exaggerating parts of yourself after all. It’s no fun if the people involved are too “bland” or “normal,” so you need to give yourself some pizazz. And that’s what he did.

I really hope that’s what the other me did too.

Ryoma’s did beg the question of if some of her friends had known each other before entering the school. And if his “girlfriend” character could have been unknowingly based on one of their female classmates.

Kaede didn’t want to linger on that for long though, with how easily that could mean he may never be reunited with her. ( But that does explain why he turned it off so soon after his “real” girlfriend came up. Poor Ryoma. As if losing one girl he loved wasn’t bad enough, he might have lost the same girl twice. )

But before Kokichi could give Kaede’s a look or share his thoughts on Gonta’s video he was interrupted by Tenko’s laughter, as she, Angie, and John made their own late arrival. Angie stopped telling the story that caused it when she saw the tablets in Kokichi’s hands.

“Alola~ Oooh, what’s this, what’s this? Did someone paint their Monopads? Atua approves!” Angie exclaimed after snatching one from Kokichi to give it a complete once over, but didn’t try to turn it on.

“Hey! Mine! You got your own, Angie, paws off!” Kokichi whined as he swiped it back and hid behind Gonta for “security”, though his bodyguard seemed to enjoy watching them play.

“Huh? What’re you talking about this time? I didn’t see anything like that in my room. Where’d you find these?” Tenko asked, and even John mimicked the confused look on her face as much as a pigeon could. But she left her alone in her birdie confusion as Tenko started to scowl and get defensive. “Are you lying just to mess with me again?!”

“Really? We found ours in our rooms, just like the second motive. Neither of you got any?” Kaede asked, very worried about what that could mean.

I mean they aren’t lying, right? Why would they? But with how late they got here maybe they bunked together again, so Monokuma didn’t drop theirs off? If they did get their auditions, how bad must they be for both of them to try and trick us like this? Are they plotting something- No, they can’t be! Nothing could be that bad, even if Angie would Tenko wouldn’t! Maybe they just don’t want Kokichi involved.

“My, how curious! Yet another mysterious mystery! Could this be a part of Monokuma’s motive too?” Angie proposed, squishing her cheeks to emphasize her “shock”.

Kaito nodded at that theory. “Possibly. Could be trying to make us doubt each other more by staggering out motives from this point on. Let me guess, neither of you care what these have to say either, do ya?”

“Obviously! Why you’d guys even bother watching these things, you know they’re dangerous!” Tenko chided, crossing her arms and shaking her head at their decision. Her expression softened as she went on to ask Gonta, “You all okay? It wasn’t too rough on you, was it?”

“Y-yeah, Gonta think everyone fine! But we found Ryoma and Kiyo’s alone, so Gonta worried. Not sure how Kiyo’s get here yet. Hopefully Ryoma okay, his video not bad at all!” He answered, and got excited to tell Angie about one of their discoveries. “Oh, but videos agree with Atua! They say that Kiyo and Ryoma good people made to think they do bad things! Probably?”

“Nyahaha~ Told you so! Never doubt Atua’s divine judgement!”

“Not sure I’d say they were both “good people”,” Kokichi said with a shrug, “But yeah, the Anti-Kiyo probably just had a case of survivor’s guilt or something. They all also say we agreed to be in this game. So that “Kill or be killed” motive at the start might have been a bluff if we were all “willing” participants.”

“I see. Shame Shuichi couldn’t have known that back then,” Kaede mumbled, which got Tenko to give her a comforting hug.

“Well, at least the risks you all made paid off then!” she said with an assuring smile. “If they were too scared to just kill us all right at the start that means any later motives of that type are also fakes, right?!”

“Yeah!” Kaito happily agreed. “So that should help keep some tensions down.” He looked off to the side as he continued. “Doesn’t mean we can stay here much longer though. We still need to get outta here.”

Kaede had no hesitation agreeing with him, and Kokichi and Gonta quickly followed. But Angie and Tenko didn’t seem convinced. Luckily there wasn’t a chance to argue as Kibo and Tsumugi walked in.

“Hello! Sorry we’re late, Tsumugi and I lost track of time in the computer lab. How’s everyone been?” Kibo asked, chipper as ever. Though despite his high spirits Tsumugi looked uneasy beside him, and her gaze kept going back to the space above his head. ( Oh hey, Kibo actually tamed his cowlick thing! Lucky. But why would Tsumugi be bothered by that? It wasn’t a part that broke off was it?! He’s acting okay... Maybe it's just something silly, like one of her anime things again. )

Kaede got straight to the point. “Well enough, did either of you two find these brown tablets in your rooms this morning?” She gestured to Kokichi who waved one with one hand and held the pile with the other. “Kaito, Gonta, Kokichi, and I did, and we found Ryoma and Kiyo’s here without them, but Angie and Tenko say they didn’t get any motives this time.”

“N-no,” Kibo answered a tad too fast to feel honest. “I didn’t at least. What about you, Tsumugi?”

“Nope, not at all. That’s odd…” ( Okay. So Kibo’s lying, and Tsumugi’s trying to help cover for him. This means Angie and Tenko are probably also lying about not getting them. Maybe they all met earlier and hid their videos together? They were all part of the student council, maybe it’s not as dead as I thought. )

“O-oh well! Not like it should be anything to worry about. We’d probably be better off not watching any more motive videos anyway.” Kibo hurriedly tried to move on.

“I dunno, I mean we already started some and I think I’m pretty good at picking out what’s real in them. And who said they were videos, Kiiboy? I figured they would have been games this time, to change it up,” Kokichi teased, clearly enjoying cutting Kibo’s lie to pieces even though he knew he didn’t need to.

“Uuuh... You can play games on these things?” Kibo nervously asked, trying to cover up his slip of the tongue. “I had no idea. I’m not good at touch-pad things, so I just assumed they’d all be videos or maps.”

“Yeah, and it being a plain ol’ map of the school wouldn’t make too much sense! Since we’ve basically unlocked everything by this point,” Tsumugi cheerily offered to help him. “Still, he’s right, why bother?”

“Yup yup! That’s what Tenko and Angie were saying! Even if things seem helpful it’s too risky to just play along with any more of Monokuma’s games.” Angie skipped over to them and gave them both hugs.

“A secret map would have helped narrow down the mastermind though, if Shuichi’s plan did fail back then,” Tenko said with a tilt of her head, as if considering where having that as a motive could’ve led.

“Or help give us an alternative means of escape,” Kaede suggested and sighed. “That’s probably why we got these auditions instead. Both would encourage paranoia, this gives us nothing concrete to help us.”

“What else is new?” Ryoma’s voice came from the cafeteria doors, leaving only Kiyo absent. He found himself a seat, nodding when he saw the pile of brown Monopads in Kokichi’s arms but made no attempt to explain anything - and seeing this acknowledgment without comment bothered Kaito.

“Hey, you didn’t stop by Kiyo’s room did you? Gonta said he tried getting him up earlier but couldn’t.”

“Nope, why would I? I didn’t know,” came the pro’s muted response with a shrug, which only seemed to worry Kaito more.

“Okay, guess I’ll go get him then. Stuff in front of Kiyo’s door ain’t that tough to move from our side, right Gonta?” Kaito asked as he started heading out the door to the patio, missing Gonta’s answer that it was. Still, even if he wasn’t about to make an idiot of himself Kaede went after him anyway.

( Not because I’m worried about Kiyo as much as I’m worried about leaving Kaito alone with someone so spooky, of course. And I’m definitely not entertaining any worst-case scenarios for Kiyo’s unusual delay. )

At least Kaito didn’t seem nervous when she caught up to him, and he appreciated her company without question. That helped settle some of her own nerves as they got past the outer eating area.

When they got back to the dorms the first thing they noticed was how Kiyo’s door was open now. Not much, but enough you could tell from a distance. ( Almost like someone did visit him already, despite what Ryoma and Gonta said. )

Kaede would be lying if she said she wasn't fearing the worst at that. She'd be lying even more if said a part of her hadn't been wishing for this earlier. But that was different.

Kaito didn't have the same reluctance, though he did have similar suspicions, as he knocked on the door. When it swung open from the impact they found some of their fears were well-founded.

Everything was dark and a mess. Scattered and torn pages, books left as if carelessly tossed aside, and even what looked like scattered strands of hair could be seen nearly everywhere.

And in the center of it all was Kiyo. Or it should be him at least, as he looked a lot different now. He was more of a mess than at Maki’s trial, despite there not being so much as a drop of blood on him this time.

He was just sitting there at the edge of his bed, like he couldn't be bothered to notice them. Or like he didn't see anything around him at all, beyond what he had in his hands.

It was just a bundle of red rope, but the way he was focused on it made it seem far more dangerous than that. The look in his eyes as he coldly took note of his guests only made it worse.

They'd seen enough death to know what a person's eyes looked like after they died, but this was the closest she'd seen to someone alive having that same look. It was so uncanny Kaede almost didn’t realize how much shorter his hair was now, which explained the crudely cut clumps around them.

It almost looks like Himiko’s bob, just a lot messier. Is that related to what happened in here?

There was definitely a struggle, but now she wasn't sure there was anyone else involved. Just like she wasn't sure this was Kiyo anymore. But even if it wasn't it didn't stop Kaito from rushing forward to take the rope.

“Woah woah woah, what the hell do you think you're doing?!”

“I imagine that should be obvious Kaito. Is there a problem, or may I have that back?” They asked, and from the tone Kaede guessed it really was Kiyo right now. No matter how much hoarser it sounded. Like he had already strained his voice too much, even before the morning announcement had woken her or she saw her video. (Assuming his room doesn't have some means of soundproofing I haven't been able to notice yet. If not, I should have heard something before, right?!)

How long has he been thinking like this!? He hadn't already tried to do anything before we got here, did he? Gah, I don't even want to know. I'm almost happy his mask covers his neck. Even if it means he could be hiding bruises from us. That is all we should worry about right?! I don't see any blood, but he covers so much of himself all the time... Are some of those scars we saw before self-inflicted? Has he... had thoughts like this before, and we just didn't notice? 

“Hell no! What the fuck, why even ask that?! Of course there's a problem here!”

“How so? Is it not to everyone's benefit to have me gone if I no longer wish to be here?”

“That's not the point! You can't just expect a person to see you like this and not stop you! What the hell happened?”

“I thought Ryoma took my “audition” with him to show it to you all. Was I mistaken?”

“So that's why your video was with his in the dining hall? He said he didn't see you today.” Kaede interjected. “He only just got to the cafeteria too, are you saying this happened before Gonta came by?”

“So he lied. This shouldn't be so surprising at this point, Kaede. Apparently we all have. In more ways than one.” Kiyo replied with little inflection as he gave Kaito a scornful look. “But Ryoma was my first and only visitor, though I believe I heard him speaking to Gonta outside my door after he stopped by.” ( So they both lied to us today? Did Ryoma know that Kiyo was considering- No. No, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t! Right? But why would he have Gonta lie to us on top of that? What’s going on with you Ryoma? )

“That doesn't give you the excuse to act like a coward!” Kaito yelled, focusing on the matter of Kiyo’s audition.

“Kaito! That's not what this is-” Kaede tried to scold, before Kiyo cut her off to attack the accusation.

Kaito’s words brought a fire back to their dull eyes, but only with fury. “What exactly is more cowardly to you then, Kaito: Running away or hiding? The former is what you're considering my actions, yes?”

“... What the hell are you talking about?”

“There's a difference between escaping a situation and taking responsibility for one's actions. A coward is hardly what you can call one ready to face death I think, with how terrifying the unknown is to most. Particularly when it comes to the fate of those who are guilty of crimes unforgivable.”

“Stop making excuses for yourself and think about what you're saying dammit!” Kaito shouted and it looked like he wanted to try to literally beat some sense into the boy.

But when he threw his punch Kiyo caught it, wrenching Kaito’s arm behind his back as he finally stood up.

“Just because you can't stop your own death doesn't give you the right to judge what the rest of us do with our own lives.” Kiyo hissed in his ear, as if that would keep Kaede from catching it. But it didn't.

And those words hit hard enough to knock the wind out of her.

What Kiyo said didn’t make sense. It couldn’t.

“What is he talking about, Kaito?”

“N-nothing, he's just bullshiting-” Kaito tried to say before Kiyo twisted his arm, causing the boy to cut himself short.

Seeing as Kaito was going to continue to try and wave away Kiyo’s accusation his (or is it their?) patience finally gave way and he launched his own frustrated tirade instead.

“Did you honestly think I wouldn't recognize the disease that killed my sister? Obviously the lack of medical attention and stress has been making your symptoms progress faster, but the stages are the same. How many days do you have left Kaito? You can’t have more than a week by now, I imagine.”

“... What?” Kaede barely heard herself ask distantly.

“I told you, it's not-” Kaito began to object before Kiyo kneed him in the stomach and triggered a coughing fit.

One that caused blood to cover his hand as he tried to hide it. Too much to have come just from the impact. Just like Shinguji’s fit from Kiyo’s literal “motive” video.

“So, who here's actually the coward, Kaito? Because I don't think it's me,” Kiyo coldly stated, but the look on his face wasn’t matching how harsh his words were. There was too much sadness there, like he was actively regretting what he was doing. ( Or maybe it’s just because he has a witness while he did it. )

“S-Shut up, dammit! I'm not the one trying to give up on everything!”

“You say that like living is always the better option. The “braver” option.” Kiyo mocked as his voice began gradually raising in pitch, before his tone changed to one much colder. “Don't be so naive, you brat .”

“What are you saying, of course it is! Do you think I wouldn't do anything to stay a bit longer, with so many things left to do?” Kaito shoved him as he got to his feet again.

But it definitely wasn't Kiyo he was arguing with anymore, as a hand tore the mask away.

“The only reason you can say that is because you can't ! You don't have any idea what it feels like to be forced to stay alive! Do you have any idea how long it took to convince him to let me die? Can you even imagine how much agony I was in because he was too scared to let go?! Not even the blood in my own veins was mine after so many damned transfusions! And here you act like I was the coward, not him?”

“I-… Well!... That's… That’s different.” Kaito tried to argue, but his voice was too weak to continue.

“Is it now? Because it sounds the same to me. Just a scared little boy refusing the reality that at some point the best choice is to accept defeat. Particularly against death. No one can truly best it for long. And those that try never get the benefit of a graceful or painless exit.”

“P-please, can you both stop fighting? Why not you just come to breakfast with us for now? Kaito crossed a line sure, but he was right about not leaving you like this. Er, either of you.”

“... Fine. As one of the lives most endangered by us, your words have a lot more weight to them than his do. If you can honestly say you don't think we should do it.” They said, almost taunting her into agreeing with… To that, and honestly Kaede couldn’t be sure which sibling was speaking anymore. The mask was off, but the fact they needed her to “convince” them inclined her to think it was Kiyo for now.

But still, why did he have to ask me that?! That's wrong, but this is so complicated! What do I say?!

“Of course not! Not… Not like this at least. There's no need for this yet! At least… At least wait for us to get out first, okay? Please? No one should have to die in this place. That's just what they want us to do.”

“Ah, spite. The most basic of motivators. But you do make a fair point.” He (they?) conceded, and had no further objections to being escorted to the dining hall.

Kaito rushed ahead upon seeing their destination, probably to give the others a quick warning before they saw the condition Kiyo was in so Kaede didn’t question it. ( I mean something like… this is rough to just have sprung on people. Though if Kaito’s hoping we’ll be nicer to this guy he might be out of luck. )

Kiyo didn’t respond much to his running off either, but Kaede couldn’t tell what was going on in his head at all. So the two just walked in an uncomfortable silence as they followed after him.

Whatever Kaito’s plan was he was still talking to Angie and Kokichi about it away from the table. Kokichi had no interest in playing along with “trying to make Kiyo feel like part of the group” from what Kaede could overhear but Tenko stepped in for him. Which did not bode well.

“Hey, I uhh… Like what you’ve done with your hair?” Tenko nervously said, but her self-doubt made it sound like a question rather than an observation. Self consciously Kiyo paused to comb his fingers through his now almost shoulder length hair as if only now registering what he had done to it. ( Unless it’s not Kiyo right now who's seeing the damage he did earlier. )

“TENKO!” Tsumugi quietly hissed as she learned to the girl’s ear, “This isn’t the time for backhanded compliments!”

“But I do! He might be the creepiest guy on the block but his hair’s always been really pretty. And shorter styles are supposed to suit boys more aren’t they?” Tenko asked, clearly at a loss for how to defend herself.

“Yeah-huh, suuure that’s what you mean. Definitely not projecting Himiko onto him or anything.” Kokichi quipped, though Kaito looked ready to cover his mouth if he had to. “If you are I’mma go steal her effigy to protect her from you~”

“I AM NOT! I’m trying to be nice and you’re not helping! Do you know how hard it is to cut hair by yourself?! Yeah the cuts are a bit choppy but that’s an easy fix and he still got it kinda level.”

“Oh, that’s a good point. After breakfast I guess I could even it out for you if you’d like? I’m not exactly a hairdresser but I’ve had to cut wigs before so that should be similar enough.” Tsumugi offered, after a nudge and some whispers from Kibo. ( Was that his idea? Having another pair of scissors near Kiyo’s neck isn’t the brightest idea right now... )

“I can even add this look to your virtual world’s avatar if you’d like?” Kibo chimed. ( Okay yup, definitely his idea. He’s hoping Tsumugi can buy him some time for what would hopefully be a quick fix. It’s a good effort I guess. Still, I’m not sure Kibo recognizes how dangerous this could be, for any of them! )

“... I’d like that I think, thank you.” Kiyo mumbled out, which made them both smile a little but his own expression was harder to read. “I think it’d be good for my sister and I to not look so much alike in there. Though while I’d appreciate being able to see my handiwork, perhaps someone else can do the cutting?”

He didn’t elaborate why he didn’t want Tsumugi’s help, but he didn’t need to as Kibo took over the role.

“Trouble in paradise?” Kokichi started to croon, but between Kiyo’s violent flinch and Kaito’s clear warning he wisely shut up, leaving a chance for Gonta to ask a question.

“Kiyo no use mirror for hair cutting? Why not?”

Kiyo was silent for a pause. “It stopped working.” (That's one way to say "I broke it" I guess. God, that mess looked like it came straight out of a horror movie.)

“Huh? Mirrors can do that?”

Kaito sighed, “No Gonta, he’s just teasing you-”

“Have you tried giving it a good smack?” Kokichi asked to play along with Kiyo’s joke, which Kaito didn’t appreciate in the slightest.

“Yes, and alas no luck no matter how hard I tried.” Kiyo replied with an air of sarcasm, which made Kaito back down to see how this back and forth would go.

“Did you make sure it’s plugged in?”

“Indeed it is, and there was no unplugging it either.”

“Psssh, noodle arms.” Kokichi snickered “Have you tried turning it off and on again?”

“Oh heavens, it never occured to me, “ Kiyo jokingly gasped, “I’ll try that later tonight.”

“Rrrright, you do that.” Kaede nervously laughed as she went back to her previous seat.

After Kiyo got back from getting some food for himself Kaede couldn’t help but notice how he kept alternating between hugging and clawing at himself through his clothes in his solemn seat away from the others, and she had no idea what that meant for him mentally. ( I mean before the hugs seemed like they might be more his sister “comforting” him than his own quirk in hindsight. Are they fighting in there? Or is he just really that uncomfortable being around us right now?)

With a concerned look to Angie for help, as the artist also noticed his odd behavior, the smaller girl nodded at her and leapt to action.

“Hmm, okie-dokie!” Angie said and hopped her way over to sit across from Kiyo, and sat with her hands put together as if in prayer under her chin. Before anyone could voice how suspicious her mood swing was she tried her chosen conversation starter. “Teach Angie about hookers!” ( WHAT THE FUCK READ THE ROOM- fuck it, let’s see where she’s going with this. It’s not like this could make anything worse, right? )

Kiyo was stunned speechless for a fair beat before he settled on sarcasm to answer Angie’s very poorly phrased request. “When a client’s libido and another person’s wallet love each other very much….”

If Kaede hadn’t seen it she could have sworn that keening noise followed by a loud thunk was her final horribly abused brain cell dropping dead, rather than Tenko’s attempt to restrain herself by slamming her head on the table. Seeing Tenko try to follow Kaito’s request made her feel proud, after she quietly smothered the disappointment that reared its ugly head up whenever being nice to Kiyo got involved.

“Not that, historical hookers! Angie doesn’t want to talk about home, so she thought letting you talk about weird stuff would cheer you up too! So Angie wants to learn more about the art of the Geisha.” She elaborated, and Kaede noticed that talking did get Kiyo to stop clutching at himself as he did before.

“... I’m confused. Do you want to learn about Geisha or do you want to hear about actual courtesans? They aren’t the same thing you know. Even Geisha who had affairs with their clients on the side were of the minority. At a glance they were also easily distinguished; Geisha’s robes were tied from the back while Oiran always have their obi tied in front of them. To aid in the act of dressing and undressing you see. Apologies if you are trying to refer more to general prostitution, my forte is more fable than fact, though there were yokai that could masquerade as being of either profession, such as the Jorugumo.”

“... Yes yes, Angie knows!” Angie fibbed, but her goal of getting Kiyo out of his head like Kaito technically asked them to do did seem to be working. “So, so so… What’s the weirdest bits Kiyo knows? Tell me, tell me!” She continued prodding like a child, trying to make her face darkly serious. “Atua demands trivia~”

“Geisha were originally a mostly male profession focusing on playing music, while Kabuki as an artform was started by a woman known as Izumo no Okuni. Kabuki switched to male exclusive performances in an attempt to stop the actresses from selling themselves on the side after the show.” Kiyo rattled off, sounding marginally more like himself again. He even snickered a bit as he got to his own little side note. “Obviously this failed to take into account that instead of stopping the buffet all this would accomplish was change what was “on the menu” so to speak. We were rather like the Greeks in some regards.”

Kaito looked down at his own shirt’s Kabuki inspired design before looking offended at Kiyo for this information. The face he was pulling was enough to get Tenko to start giggling, despite of how easily their situations could have been reversed. ( Assuming she was self aware enough to realize that… )

“Kiyo” stopped being the one talking the moment they noticed Kaito’s discomfort to twist the knife. “Serves you right for not learning your own history first, if you’d let it disgust you so. That is an imported value, as any respect for your roots would show. I believe Ihara Saikaku phrased it in Life of an Amorous Man as “How sad it must be, to restrict yourself to one or two dishes in life’s banquet”. Maybe a lesson about the history of actual Okama will help keep you from making future assumptions about others-”

“Heeey, no fair, no fair! Angie wanted to talk to Kiyo, Ukiyo should wait for her turn!” ( ... Wow, wasn’t expecting a name meaning “purity” to be twisted into the nickname of Edo’s red light district. Clever. )

“Stop calling me weird things like that already!” The banshee practically shrieked at Angie before catching herself, embarrassed by how her temper was still in as much disarray as Kiyo’s emotions were.

“But the set up for the pun was so divine, wasn’t it? Atua must have willed Angie to call you that!” Angie replied without missing a beat, happy to have a new way to needle at least one of the Shingujis.

“He must be eager to take you back then,” Shinguji spat, before she needed to stop her own hand from hitting herself across the face. Given her expression that wasn’t really “her” hand she stopped either.

Because that doesn’t make this whole mess with them any less terrifying, no siree. How do we fix this?! … Also wait does this mean Kiyo seriously just tried to slap her for acting up? Is… Is this a good thing?

Tenko stepped in before things could turn any more violent, diffusing things best she could. Which in this case basically meant selling a trip to the virtual world to give the “siblings” (or whatever they really were) space to calm down. With herself as company for his sister as she’d been apt to offer as of late, though she seemed distressed when Angie expressed an interest in palling around with Kiyo instead.

Though admittedly Kiyo seemed equally confused and suspicious of this change of attitude, blissfully unaware of how Kaito puffed up with pride that he actually got Angie of all people to take his request seriously. So proud in fact that not even Tenko’s attempts to give him the stink eye gave him any pause.

Kiyo still accepted Angie’s offer, in hopes to glean more of her own culture for a change, but he did so with his own terms first. Specifically he insisted on Kibo making the changes to his avatar to match his current appearance first, so that he and his sister would be more obviously distinct.

During the time needed to make the changes Tenko, Angie, and Ryoma could enter the sim early, while Gonta made sure Kiyo didn’t do anything suspicious with Kibo. Though it was then Kaede noticed Kaito had refused to acknowledge Ryoma since they got back, still angry about Kiyo's earlier implications.

This was probably the only time Kibo hadn’t felt he needed to try and argue to let the two of the siblings stay in there alone, since a falling out meant unsavory activities were less likely. Hopefully. Or maybe he was just worried leaving the two alone like this would have been unjustly cruel unlike the times previous.

Gonta refused to let Tenko act as Shinguji’s overseer after hearing her threaten Angie, so he went to perform that duty for her instead. With Gonta down Kibo offered to keep an eye on Kiyo so neither Tsumugi or Kaede would need to try, but Ryoma surprisingly offered to help pick up the slack and help entertain Angie so Kibo could have more time to tinker if he wanted to continue after the avatar changes or simply see if he had any future as the world’s first robot hairdresser while fixing Kiyo’s botched bob.

Kaito passed in favor of wanting to go look through Shuichi’s lab a bit more, and by necessity got Kokichi roped into his plan since the liar couldn’t make a convincing excuse to get out of it. When he asked Kaede herself if she wanted to join them, she decided not to though. And not just because everything about the place was starting to make her more and more frustrated and sick by the day.

With Kaito being there she knew trying to have Kokichi tell her about her audition tape’s lies would just be uncomfortable and raise tensions between the two. It’d be better to leave them alone, she thought, and maybe let them sort out why Kaito was so wary of what Kokichi could see in his on their own.

No matter how it may have frustrated her knowing Kokichi’s offer was on the table and Gonta likely already had his video looked over. But it wasn’t like they wouldn’t have time to do it later or something.

Instead she asked Tsumugi if she just wanted to hang out for a change of pace, to make up for how she abandoned her with Kiyo and Gonta before. ( I don’t want her to think I only hung out with her because I wanted something! And this time there won’t be any dangerous people around to sour the mood. And if she wasn’t actually insulted by me bailing on her in the first place, even better. And this should help me calm down some after what happened in Kiyo's room. )

It was fun, spending time with her. Tsumugi even suggested bringing down some of her cosplay outfits so they could do it in Kaede’s cozy little lab instead of her massive expanse. Not that Tsumugi did much to hide her disappointment that Kaede’s music collection failed to have anything anime related after they finished transplanting some of her “relevant” outfits for the room’s theme, betraying her real goal.

Little surprise there. But still, it’s nice to know anime does encourage musical talents in their own ways! And it is probably a good lesson for me to try harder to keep up with newer music as well, so I can grow.

For someone so “plain” and boring Tsumugi had a bit of talent when it came to playing, much to Kaede’s surprise. Though Tsumugi kept insisting it was just a part of her “getting into character”, playing the part of a pianist character called “Nodame” or something, and hearing her disregard her skill was kinda sad.

Regardless, Kaede was ecstatic to have someone willing to listen and learn with her, if only for a little while. ( And it’s good practice for when Kaito and Ryoma want to try too! Maybe she can even join us. Unless she’s too busy with Kibo again or something, they seem to have been hanging out a lot lately. )

Certainly better company than Angie “Let’s collab together!”-only-to-fall-asleep-to-an-upbeat-song Yonaga or Kokichi’s intentionally mixed signals I've had to deal with before at any rate.

Which made Monokuma’s televised interruption all the more jarring. Though with how late it must have been getting they should have been expecting the nighttime announcement, so that was their own fault.

But when the numbness of their shock subsided, horror took hold and both girls ran to the door.

DING-DONG, DONG-DING

“A body has been discovered!”

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dhbat#8.1-8.5

TL of hpmi dhbat manga beat 8.1-8.5, all done by me. these are not 1:1 TLs.

these were first posted on twitter in december 2020-january 2021.

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#8.1 | read this chapter here

We start Beat 8 with a scene of Rosho (22) in an exam. Then we see him on his sofa at home, watching the TV. Someone says that food is ready, and Rosho sees Sasara on TV - then he turns the TV off. Then we see Rei (42) lighting a smoke in the Kotonoha Party HQ. Otome (45) snatches the cig away from him. OTOME: Smoking is forbidden here. REI: Add an exception for Amayado Rei-sama to that rule. OTOME: ...you didn't come here to talk about meaningless things. Please quickly get to the real issue. REI: There's nothing meaningless in this world. Talking to each other, understanding each other's selves and becoming close to each other can influence work, isn't that right? OTOME: I have no intentions to become close to you. Being unable to work together without being close, that is just dependency. REI: Fine, fine~ I'm just a spoiled brat then. OTOME: You're wasting time, so please start talking. REI: So how's the preparations on your end? OTOME: Everything is going well. We are not lagging behind even by 1%. We have also secured excellent party members.   REI: That's wise. It's better to choose quality over quantity. Anyhow, as long as you have hypnosis mics, you can turn the table even when you're at a disadvantage. OTOME: And how about your end? REI: No problem. I just need to get on with the mass production. OTOME: And how about the mics that are being developed by the army? REI: No problems either... compared to those that I've perfected, theirs inflict a big load on the users. Even brawny soldiers can't easily manifest speakers. That's why you don't need to worry. ...and with that, this Old Man's going to take his leave now. OTOME: ...what are you scheming this time? REI: Oh? Didn't you say you weren't up for idle chatter? It's just minor stuff. Then we return to Rosho. He's talking to an interviewer. INTERVIEWER: The results of your exam was good, so there should are no problems with the admission. This interview is to formalize that. ROSHO: I understand. INTERVIEWER: ...this is a question out of curiosity, but why did you quit being a comedian? ROSHO: ... INTERVIEWER: Well, if you don't want to answer... ROSHO: I don't think I have the talent to be one. INTERVIEWER: Well, that kind of thing is... ROSHO: ...In front of those with actual talent, fakes stand no chance. INTERVIEWER: And why did you decide to become a teacher? ROSHO: ...

#8.2 | read this chapter here

Rosho is sitting at a park bench, holding a piece of paper. Apparently he wasn't able to get the job he was applying for. He throws the paper away into a trash basket. Rosho remembers the interviewer asking him why he wanted to be a teacher. ROSHO: Even if you ask me why... Rosho suddenly hears two guys conversing near him. Apparently they're practicing a comedy routine. GUY 1: Knock it off~ GUY 1 & 2: Thank you very much~! Rosho takes a look at the two guys.   ROSHO: (They're... high schoolers?) GUY 1: Anyway, Machida~ why do you say things that don't really mean anything when you adlib? MACHIDA: Things that don't mean anything? I think they're interesting though... Rosho listens to their conversation, and he suddenly remembers Sasara's words: "I think it's good to have a perspective that differs from the norm! But yanno, if you only see things through that perspective, you won't align well with the audience." GUY 1: Let me tell ya, it ain't that interesting! Rosho sits up and walks by the two bickering guys and repeats Sasara's words. ROSHO: I think it's good to have a perspective that differs from the norm. GUY 1 & MACHIDA: Ah! Tsutsujimori Rosho from Dotsuitare Honpo! Whoa, ain't you the real thing! The two guys talk to Rosho about their ambitions. ROSHO: So you two want to become comedians. HIRAYAMA YUMETO (in charge of tsukkomi): Yes! ...but this guy's sense is way off, it's troubling. MACHIDA IZOU (in charge of boke): You think so... Rosho takes off his glasses. ROSHO: This thing. What's this? Hirayama answers "Glasses!", and at the same time Machida answers "Those are lenses!". HIRAYAMA: Listen here, you! There's prolly only one idiot out of a thousand who'd answer "lenses". ROSHO: ...nah, that'd be your biggest asset. As Hirayama said, 999 out of 1000 would've answered glasses... but there's more than 1000 wannabe comedians. If you think in the same way as everyone does, you'll only get buried. Machida, you're a genius among a thousand guys. MACHIDA: (embarrassed) Ah, that's... ROSHO: That's one thing, but if you only see things through that perspective, it'll just slip away from the audience. And that's where Hirayama plays his part. HIRAYAMA: Eh, me?! ROSHO: You'll balance this guy when he his jokes slip too far from the audience. If  you do that, you'll turn out with an interesting manzai that most others won't even think of. HIRAYAMA/MACHIDA: I see! ROSHO: (Ain't that right, Sasara?) ...well, best of luck. I'll be cheering for you two from the back.   HIRAYAMA: Um! We'll be performing in a High School Manzai Competition. Please watch us if you're fine with it! MACHIDA: Please do! ROSHO: ...yeah, gotcha. We see a scene change. This time, we see a high rise office building in the city. Rei approaches the building, its door guarded by two guys. REI: This is... Stairway to Heaven.

#8.3 | read this chapter here

We see Shitou Mozuku, a representative member from Stairway to Heaven, in a room, talking to Ichiro (16 y.o). MOZUKU: As expected. You did good collection work this month too. Your team is the best at increasing profit.   Mozuku gives Ichiro an envelope. MOZUKU: I've added extras more than usual. I look forward to working with you from now on as well... Ichiro-kun. ICHIRO: Yessir... Ichiro stands up and bids his leave, but Mozuku calls out to him. MOZUKU: Right, Ichiro-kun. You stand out too much, so please be careful. ...well, but since it's you, you should be fine. We follow Ichiro walk outside, and three mobs approach him. MOB 1: Hey. Lend us your mug obediently, Yamada Ichiro. ICHIRO: Ah? MOB 1: You alright with whatever happening to your bros? From a nearby alley, Rei is watching the mobs take Ichiro away. REI: Hmm... We proceed to a room filled with smoke.   MOB 4: Those guys, aren't they late? They're just out to catch two brats, what are they having a hard time for? Even though that Ichiro guy is arriving soon. Someone opens the door and says, "Those guys ain't coming no matter how long you wait." The mob from earlier goes "ah?!"— Apparently it's Rei arriving. MOB 4: Who are you, old man?! REI: Those guys you want to bump off... I can't have them dead. No grudges against you guys, but— Rei pulls out a hypnosis mic! REI: —drop dead. A short while later, we see the three mobs and Ichiro arrive. ICHIRO: You won't lay any hands on those two from here, aren't you...!! MOB 1: Who knows. Blame yourself for standing out too much if you gotta blame anyone. Mob 1 opens the door to the room with the three other mobs earlier—surely enough, the three are all knocked out. MOB 1: The hell's this! What the hell happened... MOB 4: A weird old... man... Ichiro taks the chance to punch Mob 1 from the back and knock him out. In no time, he manages to take out the other two mobs. He sees that one of the mobs in the room have a paper sticked to his forehead (LOL). Ichiro snatches the paper (envelope?) away from his face. Written on it is "To Ichiro. Yamada Rei" Ichiro crushes the paper with his fists.

#8.4 | read this chapter here 

Ichiro crushes the envelope he got from Rei and tears it to shreds with his hands without opening it. We see Rei walking in the city outside. REI: ...You're quite naive yourself. Ichiro. Next, we proceed to the National High School Manzai Competition. Machida and Hirayama are performing as a duo. HIRAYAMA: Good day! MACHIDA: We're Greenhorn Riot! HIRAYAMA: we'll be performing bakushou manzai[1]. MACHIDA: ...before that, everyone, do you know how the kanji laugh (笑) came to be? HIRAYAMA: Oi oi, don't just butt in like that! 's not like it's important. MACHIDA: The kanji 笑 has a takekanmuri[2] spreading out its arms. Then the people who wondered how the lower half is read, they saw it as a shrine maiden dancing. HIRAYAMA: And what about it. MACHIDA: In other words, the kanji 笑 means 'to bring laughter to the gods'. ...'s why, the audience here's all gods today! HIRAYAMA: This guy's such a dark-n-deep jester! MACHIDA: Well then, today's skit is 'God's A Jerk'! HIRAYAMA: Don't "well then" me! And what's with that change of character?! The audience is roaring with laughter... of course, Rosho, who is watching them, is also laughing. After the event is finished, Rosho goes to the backstage to find Hirayama and Machida. He was just about to knock the Greenhorn Riot's preps room, but he notes that someone is already in there talking to the duo. We see Machida's mom talking to the duo, and a runner up trophy awarded to the duo. MACHIDA'S MOM: You promised to stop being a comedian and go to university if you can't win this competition. MACHIDA: I... I don't want to. I won't give up being a comedian! Won't you give me some more time, Mom?! MACHIDA'S MOM: If you can't even win here, going pro is definitely impossible. It's quite unfortunate for Hirayama, but... HIRAYAMA: No... I can't even think of being manzai partners with anyone else!   MACHIDA'S MOM: That kid has no talent. HIRAYAMA: That's not true! He's a one in a million, no, a hundred million kind of genius! MACHIDA'S MOM: I don't get what you're saying.... Rosho opens the door, and Machida's mom goes "Who are you?" ROSHO: What you're saying is reasonable, but please don't stop these these two's dreams. MACHIDA'S MOM: ...please don't butt into our family problems when you're just an outsider. ROSHO: I know I'm just an outsider, but I have something to say about these two. I was a comedian myself until recently, but I quit because I realized the limits of my talent. MACHIDA'S MOM: Aren't you just agreeing with me, then? ROSHO: No... it's because I gave up that I don't want these two to give up too. MACHIDA'S MOM: I don't understand. What is it that you want to say? You're butting into people's matters! ROSHO: I...! [1] Takekanmuri refers to the radical ⺮ found in the kanji 笑 [2] 'Bakushou' refers to laughter of the audience. Basically they perform a skit, and at a given time (f.ex after a tsukkomi) the audience gets time to laugh.

#8.5 | read this chapter here

Rosho remembers the interviewer who asked him about why he wants to become a teacher. ROSHO: (I see... my dreams didn't come true, but...) ROSHO: (...I can support someone else's dreams!) Those two have the right to pursue their dreams! MACHIDA'S MOM: I don't want his future to be wasted! ROSHO: That's not it! Whether or not someone's future is wasted, it's not for the parents to decide, but the individual himself! MACHIDA'S MOM: ... ROSHO: For sure, it's a tough industry (they will be facing). I can't say they will definitely succeed. But even so, that's not a reason for them to give up on their dreams! We see panels of flashbacks of when Rosho was struggling with his slump as Sasara's comedy duo, his stage fright, and him telling Sasara that he wants to give up being a comedian. ROSHO: The experiences they gain from now on will definitely have a purpose in the future. Instead of giving up and living with half-hearted feelings, all the time... Rosho bows down with a tearful face. ROSHO: I beg of you! Please don't take these guys' dreams away from them! Our newbie comedy duo also bows following Rosho. HIRAYAMA: I... I'm also asking for the same thing! MACHIDA: Mom! Please, this is my lifelong wish! MACHIDA'S MOM: ... She turns her back and leaves the room. MACHIDA: Mom...! MACHIDA'S MOM: ...I have one condition. Even if you're aiming to become a comedian, you still have to go to university... The duo, delighted, cheers and gives each other a powerful high-five, celebrating. MACHIDA: Thank you so very much! If Rosho-san wasn't here, I think it would've been no good. Rosho smiles and gives the two a pat on their shoulders. ROSHO: It's gonna be tough from here on, but do your best. MACHIDA/HIRAYAMA: Yes! On the last page, we see a different school building—Rosho is taking an interview again. INTERVIEWER: Well then... Tsutsujimori-san, why do you want to become a teacher? ROSHO: I want to support the students and their limitless potentials.

[smowlstuff-blog]

Kurotsukki fic recs??

Si mean, no one prolly asked for this but ive read so many new kurotsukki fics that people have yet to see and just, o ML, WHAT IVE READ IS AMAZING AND I WANT TO SHARE IT

Hidden Gem - “Things get complicated when everything you thought you knew about a guy changes, and they get even more complicated when you actually start liking those changes.That guy working with you AND becoming your neighbor? That's just a cherry on top of the cake of confusion.”

dancer!tsukishima x bartender!kuroo. do i have to say any more? 

After - “When Kuroo Tetsurou and Tsukishima Kei decided to part ways, fate had other ideas in mind. Fate’s revenge came 16 years later, with the help of the most unlikely assistants.OR A KuroTsukki love story told in the eyes of their twin children--who did not know they were even blood-related to begin with.”

*ONGOING FIC*

like it says, kurotsukki have twins and the story’s mainly told in their eyes. ofc omegaverse. kurotsukki seperated and the twins dont even know theyre siblings and the author truly made interesting characters out of them and a def interesting story. i love it so much and yall should too

What I Like About You - “Kuroo tries to stop accidentally looking at Tsukki instead of the ball when he's on the court so he can maybe save his soon-to-be bruised face and his captain pride.Kei thinks if he stares hard enough at Kuroo, he can actually magically make him take a ball to the face.”

tbh i dont have much to say abt this bc i havent read it in a while but its def worth a read

Nothing Beats a Romantic Comedy - “It’s his voice that pulls Kei into that old, unforgettable café on a cold winter night. But it’s his oddly enticing grin that really made him stay.Kei finds himself trapped in RomCom hell, in New York City of all places. And the worst part is... He's enjoying it.”

omgomgomg please go read the fic, i highly highly recommend it. prolly by far my fav kurotsukki fic?? romcom au with all the fluff and angst and well written comedy in the world and its so pure and beautiful and marvelously written and ive read it like 309438150 times its so amazing

Dinosaurs Go RAWR and So Does Kei - “ Tsukishima Kei has the misfortune of being born a rare male omega. Kuroo Tetsurou, an alpha and leader of a notorious crime syndicate, has a reputation to uphold and buys Kei at an underground auction one night. Both get so much more than they bargained for out of the deal. Or that fic where Kuroo buys an omega who is much saltier and defiant than expected, shows him that not all alphas are abusive assholes, and quite possibly gives Kei a reason to live. But only because all the cats there are cute. And there just so happens to be a Jurassic World game in the arcade. “

*ONGOING FIC*

heck i highly recommend this one too, despite it not being finished i love what there is so far. theres much fluff and angst (its had me sobbing at one point holy,,) and its such an enjoyable read, ive read it so many times already aa

Dance Like Only I’m Watching - “ Tsukishima Kei is a dancer for the prominent Karasuno High School dance team, but after a bitter defeat to Aoba Josei he's lacking in motivation. Once summer hits, Tsukishima begins practicing with a member of the Nekoma high dance team, Kuroo Tetsurou, and the two decide to enter a dance competition together, all while Tsukishima is trying to suppress his feelings for his new cute partner. “

*ONGOING FIC*

another ongoing fic, im so sorry but like i said ive found so many new fics that are worth a read and this is one too. au where all the volleyboys are actually dance teams

Sorry Sweetheart, Traffic Was Murder - “ Though no one knows how or why, at midnight on a person’s 16th birthday, they get writing on their wrist, almost like a tattoo. This writing, whatever it says, has something to do with your soulmate. It’s usually something like the first thing they say to you after it appears, or an inside joke you two will have, maybe a phrase they say a lot. Simply a push in the right direction, fate’s little nudge-nudge wink-wink about what future you have in store. This is the story of how Tsukishima Kei met his soulmate.”

this ones an older fic but im currently reading the series and im in love with it, especially this one. its just pure fluff and the banter between them is absolutely adorable

So, You’ll Be Joining Us? - “ Though no one knows how or why, at midnight on a person’s 16th birthday, they get writing on their wrist, almost like a tattoo. This writing, whatever it says, has something to do with your soulmate. It’s usually something like the first thing they say to you after it appears, or an inside joke you two will have, maybe a phrase they say a lot. Simply a push in the right direction, fate’s little nudge-nudge wink-wink about what future you have in store. This is the story of how Tsukishima Kei got three soulmates. “

okay heck i know this is an OT4 but its absolutely adorable and i couldnt help but put it in here. from the same series as the fic above

okay heck thats it. if yall want more fic recs (i mostly read kurotsukki, bokuaka, kyouhaba, oisuga and some ot4s oops) go ahead and ask !! 

[headcanons-everywhere]

who are these pretty people alex

GingAle - Today at 12:14 AM

dude's Josiah, gal is Olivia, aka Olive!

its a long road until they get together but

when/if they do, there will be sappy junk like

"my little olive" n shit bc anything cheesy you can imagine happening in an old timey / worn down sea-side town?

theyd do it

and will do it

but the idea came from History of Violence by Jason Webely (gr8 song, comes from "100 years ago tomorrow" abt a real historical event its p dark but rlly neat imo)

https://jasonwebley.bandcamp.com/track/a-history-of-violence

that song

n so far, josiah is a tired boy working odd jobs on and off various ships, never leaving the port on them but just doin stuff like matience / cleaning / loading and/or unloading the ship's cargo / etc

other odd jobs are usually tranporting stuff throughout the town for various markets n such, like hauling bags of flour from a ship to the local baker for example, stuff like that

kappital - Today at 12:19 AM

ooOOOOO

that's really cool!! and they're both really cute 80

GingAle - Today at 12:20 AM

n its a really worn down sea-side town almost built in a boardwalk sort of way where you could literally go to the edge of town and hop down the side of the small cliff-like area (which is barely 6 feet high at most prolly) and land in the long stretch of the beach area n watch the waves n shit, which he does in his (rare) free time

thaN K :Dc

only uh

thing

being

hes lowkey traumatized

ok more highkey

kappital - Today at 12:21 AM

FUCK

GingAle - Today at 12:21 AM

highkey traumatized bc, at least as far as im thinkin rn, if shit goes down with battles n what not, its kind of a "all hands on deck" (no pun intended) situation for the town

where any man 12 and over will basically be pulled into it one way or another while the wives n children try to care for eachother and the wounded

which, in itself is already kinda fucked right

WELL

at 17, he was one of these guys pulled into battle for whatever was happening

but you're never told much

just

get out and fight, protect your own and the town, yadda yadda

so he was basically handed a gun and told go

so go he did and he

never really handled a gun before that

and didnt want to be part of it

but somehow found himself towards the front of it all aaaand

kinda

shot a dude on a ship of the ones supposedly invading the town to start shit or w/e

and watched him fall foward and off the ship into the water n hes always haunted by that day

n if it wasnt enough

kappital - Today at 12:24 AM

:c

GingAle - Today at 12:24 AM

it was speculated afterwards that it mayve not even been an attack

it mayve been a misunderstood trade ship or w/e

kappital - Today at 12:25 AM

god dammit

GingAle - Today at 12:25 AM

so he may have just been shoved into a battle of innocent people and he himself took at least one of those lives

so thats haunting his ass atm

and on top of THAT

he lives with his grandfather whos a p cold / quiet person, but will often praise him for what he did that day

which only fucks with him more bc its like "why would u praise me for killing a possibly-innocent person when i never wanted to be in that mess in the first place" n the grandfather shrugs it off bc hes one of those people thats a die hard believer in "War Is The Only Language Left To Speak" and "Protect Your Own At All Costs" n shit so thats fun

buT rn hes just

cargo boy, odd jobs here n there

and oblivious to olivia's crush on him

which is where she comes in

watching this dude carry like 4 bags of flour at once across his shoulders n its like that moment where they look intense and u see the sweat dripping off their face and everythings in slow motion as she sees him n its like

shes seeing Glowing Halo Of God Shining Upon This Boy Whos Probably An Angel Himself

while the most hes seeing a nap in the near future

is a *

sO YEAH she sees him around often being it a small "everyone is everyones neighbor" kinda town and flustered every time

flusters*

kappital - Today at 12:30 AM

shes head over heels for traumatized buss boy

GingAle - Today at 12:30 AM

YEAH HONESTLY

shes the kind of flustered where if theres a flower cart at the local market or somethin and she sees him

she just

not-so-causally-yet-tries-to-not-look-so-suspicious-ly hauls ass to hide behind the large display of flowers

like u wouldnt notice

bc she just

daintily walks over there a lil faster than her normal pace

but if u saw her face directly u would see her Suffering(tm)

like that red faced "oh fuck oh no oh no oh shit fuck fUCK SHIT FUCK FUCK --"

kinda look as shes internally panicking in hoping he doesnt see her staring

bc even behind the flowers

shell glance over

and be staring

kappital - Today at 12:33 AM

shes relatable

GingAle - Today at 12:33 AM

;Dc

kappital - Today at 12:33 AM

I like her

GingAle - Today at 12:33 AM

gOOD

shes overall just a gal trying to survive

both in the sense of day to day life

and also trying to not have a stroke every time she sees him

kappital - Today at 12:35 AM

olivia please

GingAle - Today at 12:36 AM

like legit there have been times where the weather gets hot and hes been working hard so you'll see like, most of his shirt buttons undone to where it shows like most of his torso as hes got this angry-but-in-a-hot-way kinda expression going as hes basically showing off his strength by carrying whatever it is that day on his shoulders like usual

n she just

becomes suddenly!!!! super fucking interested in her bible!!!!

but oh no!!! she forgot her glasses that she doesnt have bc she doesnt actually need them so shes gotta!!! bring that thing up realllly close to read it!!!

totally not hiding her entire face or anything!!!!!

kappital - Today at 12:37 AM

BIBLE

IM CRYING OH NO

oLIVIA

GingAle - Today at 12:38 AM

she carries one around w/ her bc even tho shes not super religious she grew up in a religious family so shes like

casually-religious

buT OH MAN ON THOSE DAYS

SHE JUST

RLLY GETS THE URGE TO RE-READ THE ENTIRE FUCKING THING COVER TO COVER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MARKET PLACE

PRAISE JESUS AMEN HALLELUJAH

TOTALLY NOT PRAISIN JESUS FOR THAT TONED FRAME OF HIS NOOO NEVERRRRR

honestly shed be the kind of person ud see whos like

she sees him doing something especially attrative to her

and she just

reflexivly does the cross motion across her chest bc god help her

literall y

kappital - Today at 12:41 AM

DUDE FUCKIGN

aw I wanna write for them that's really cute

GingAle - Today at 12:41 AM

8Dc !!!

im glaD U LIKE EM AAA

kappital - Today at 12:42 AM

that sucks dude what if she's like

buying seeds for a garden or something and she's about to step out the shop and dude comes in with bags of dirt over his shoulders

but because she's at the door he steps back and holds it with his foot cause shes a lady

like dude she wouldnt be able to breathe dude she would die alex

GingAle - Today at 12:44 AM

YE AH

like shed

no joke

if she had a lot to carry or w/e and she ran into him n he was like "hey do you need help with that seed miss" shed literally just be like

"oh hun u could plant ur seed in my garden at any time"

"what was th--"

"HAHAIGOTTAGOBYE"

kappital - Today at 12:45 AM

shes gonna burn in hell this is BAD

GingAle - Today at 12:46 AM

PRETTY MUC H

if her fam knew like

they arent super strict or anything

but theyre more religious than her

and so if they knew

itd be like

"honey i love you but keep this up and we'll run out of holy water for the next 2 months in under a week from nearly drowning u in it"

like they wouldnt do anything sevear but itD BE

RLLY AWKWARD

n sometHIN WOULD HAPPEN

kappital - Today at 12:47 AM

IM CRYING

GingAle - Today at 12:47 AM

like idk "ur grounded from going to the market for 2 weeks young lady" type stuff

kappital - Today at 12:48 AM

that's not gonna stop the love demon, cupid,

GingAle - Today at 12:48 AM

YEA H

if he ever spoke to her for longer than like, "i just bumped in to you hi whats up" kinda talk, she would probably die

hes not like

josh / emitt oblivious

shes just rlly good at hiding it most of the time

so eventually he prolly catches on like "?? does she??? like me??? wh--" but doesnt act on it

but if they talk n she says "i like you. a lot. like, like-like you."

hed just be like

"i noticed, yeah"

and you would never see a more priceless "O H F U C K" look on her in your entire fucking life

kappital - Today at 12:56 AM

I noticed yeah

you

you fuck don't say that

GingAle - Today at 12:57 AM

wELL

hes rarely interacted with girls s o

hes got not much else under his belt besides blunt honesty and manners

kappital - Today at 12:59 AM

time to get experience fuckhead

GingAle - Today at 1:00 AM

YEA H

kappital - Today at 1:02 AM

what does he do though does he mercy kill her or

GingAle - Today at 1:02 AM

which part :)c ?

kappital - Today at 1:04 AM

after the

confess

GingAle - Today at 1:04 AM

she runs

shes gone

shes "HAHA SO I JUST FORGOT MY MOM WANTED ME HOME BY--WHAT TIME IS IT?? OH JEEZ IM ALREADY LATE HAHA BYE "

she runs

no grave

grace

no dainty "if i act chill he wont notice"

she fucking bolts

kappital - Today at 1:05 AM

ME

I LOVE HER

GingAle - Today at 1:06 AM

high tails it back to her house, hides in her room, doesnt even take off her bonet or anything as she curls up in bed with a pillow to her face, basically screaming

GO OD

i figurred she might be a tad relateable ;D

but yA shes just

yelling, muffled by her pillow

kappital - Today at 1:07 AM

this poor baby

GingAle - Today at 1:07 AM

n josiahs just like

"?? what just??"

"????????????????????????"

kappital - Today at 1:08 AM

jos you fuck

GingAle - Today at 1:09 AM

IKR

he knows shes embaressed but it hasnt like

sunk in yet

like he knows she gets flustered around him n shit

but it really hasnt like

fully hit him on how in love she is with him

until later when they meet up again prolly but like

at that moment he just doesNT KNOW HOW TO REACT

they dont exactly give u "What To Do If A Girl Confesses Her Liking Of You And Then Immideatly Hauls Ass In The Opposite Direction" pamplets at the drug store or anything

kappital - Today at 1:11 AM

that is true

you gotta wing it

GingAle - Today at 1:14 AM

yAH

n he kinda

sucks at that

but they figure it out eventually :)

prolly meet up after he chases down her bonnet or somethin from it flyin off as she was tryina re-tie it or somethin just as cheesy n when he comes back with it they share a few moments where it clicks like

"aw fuck he really does care for me"

"oh my god im actually in love with her o h n o"

etc

n they actually chat for a bit n suRPRISE she doesnt run away this time bc they met up a few times before already

but shes flustered still n her hands are fumbling so he offers to help tie it for her n he does

granted, kinda looks like shit bc he doesnt know how to do the Exact(tm) method for tying it to look nice

but its still a bow

so after a bit from there, they eventually part ways

and when she walks in to her house her moms prolly like "?? honey why is ur bow so sloppy what did you do" n olive's just like "I Love It"

he eventually figures out how to fucking do it right once they actually start dating, but it def takes a few tries :,)

n thats abt all i got rn i thin K

so ya thats them :,y

kappital - Today at 1:26 AM

that's so fucking cute

theyre so

DORKS

dorks

GingAle - Today at 1:26 AM

;D

kappital - Today at 1:26 AM

theyre losers I love them

GingAle - Today at 1:27 AM

im glaD ;*

[lifegivesyoulennonn]

Artists Chapter 1

Hey guys, here’s the first chapter of my new story. It’s gonna be a slowburn, but I promise there will be some great McLennon moments happening in coming chapters. Feel free to share and let me know what you think! Thanks :-)

1957

As he was sitting on the curb watching car after car drive by, Paul McCartney decided it was time to make new friends. More importantly, it was time to find friends who had the same passion for music that he did. At fifteen, Paul McCartney seemed to be the only one, besides a select few, who genuinely, thoroughly enjoyed music. He was extremely mature for his age, and had no interest in things that other boys his age were interested in, such as sports or the newest television programme. Paul supposed this was because of his mother’s death only a year ago. After losing his mother, Paul began to view life very differently, and he now sought to make her proud with everything he did. His mother had been the most important figure in his life, and he had looked and looked to others to give him that same sense of adoration and acceptance, but the only thing that came remotely close to that was the love he had for his little brother, Mike. Although with his brother, the roles were reversed, and Paul was the parental figure while Mike was the child. Things would never be the same, of which he was consciously aware. He accepted this fact, even. Nevertheless, Paul still longed for someone to replace the irreplaceable.

Paul missed his mother dearly, and there wasn’t a day that had gone by that he hadn’t thought of her, but it was no longer particularly painful, merely a thought that was constantly in the back of his head. After her death, however, he had isolated himself from the world and in the process lost most of  his friends. He couldn’t blame them for leaving, he probably would have reacted the same way if one of his friend’s mum had died and they had completely shut everyone out because they didn’t know how to process such a loss. It was too much to process for a young boy. Paul didn’t think he would ever fully be able to understand it or move on from it. However, as time went on, he began learning how to live life again, he could once again smile without feeling guilty or make conversation with the people he met in class. He felt immensely lonely, though. He wanted true friends to laugh and joke with, that had similar interests as him. Little did he know that he would soon meet the friend of a lifetime.

Currently, Paul McCartney only had one friend, George Harrison, who was a year younger than him. George and Paul had become close because George was the only person Paul had met that was just as interested in music as he. No one else seemed to care that music was the most important thing in the world. It was entertainment, it was an art, and it was an outlet. He had asked many boys at school and around town what they thought of songwriting, in hopes of finally meeting someone with the same enthusiasm as he, but so far everyone was more concerned with football or some other sport Paul didn’t know anything about. He could talk to George, though, and he was thankful for him. Even if he only saw George as a little brother figure, he knew he could always count on him to talk about the newest Buddy Holly record or some new artist who had made their big break.

Finally getting up from the curb to walk home, Paul daydreamed about what it would be like to be like one of those singers who had made it big seemingly overnight. As a famous artist, he would make all the birds swoon and the other guys jealous as hell. The songs he sung would be songs he wrote, and he would show off his skills on the guitar and piano, playing and singing at the same time. Paul McCartney would be a household name in England, if not all over the globe. He just needed to be discovered and he knew he would take off from there.

Paul had been playing guitar for two years now, and he thought he was getting pretty good. He couldn’t read music, but he could hear a tune on the radio and be able to play it back by ear. He could also make up his own tunes, though he wasn’t as confident in those as he was in playing songs that were already well known. Paul could also play the piano fairly well. His mother had taught him, and despite the fact that when she was alive he hadn’t thought much into continuing his skills throughout his life, he now tried to practice every day and found he felt closer to his mother whenever he played songs on the piano. Paul felt as if music was all he had in the world, and felt the most alive when he got lost in the melodies he was playing with his instruments and singing with his lips.

Paul was absorbed in the thoughts of his mother and his music as he arrived home, dusk readily approaching. He barely spoke at dinner with his dad and brother; his thoughts racing, concerning exactly how he would become famous one day. Paul was the planning sort, and he needed to know precisely how all the details would fall into place so he could begin working on making them happen. Finally, when he was able to excuse himself from dinner and get ready for bed, Paul rushed upstairs into the bathroom. The bathroom in his house was small, but since there were only three living in the house, it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. As he entered the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror. On the outside Paul didn’t look like a fifteen year old who had lost his mother only a year before and inwardly felt like his world was spinning out of control. His reflection portrayed a young sprightly boy; he had noticeable circles under his eyes but they seemed to say that Paul lived life well and ignored sleep to have fun. Although this wasn’t exactly true, Paul was glad he didn’t look at himself and see total despair.

He stared at himself for a long while, and decided that he was attractive enough to be famous. He was no Elvis Presley, but he had a nice face about him and he could slim out his body if he felt he needed. Pondering once again about being a famous rocker, Paul decided that he needed to do more than thinking and start being intentional about pursuing his dreams. It was in that moment he decided to make a pact with himself. His dream was going to come true, even if it cost him everything he had to make it happen.

“Paul McCartney,” Paul said aloud to himself, staring intensely at his reflection. “Yer go’n to be a famous musician one day. Ya hear me? Ya have no excuses.” Smiling at the ridiculousness of himself talking to his mirrored image, but also satisfied that he had verbally committed to becoming famous, Paul bounded toward his bedroom and snuggled into his bed, his thoughts and his dreams mixing together as his slipped from consciousness.

***********************************

“Wouldn’t it be the dream to be the most famous singer in the world?” Paul asked George the next day at school.

“Well, I don’t know, I mean I s’pose it would be nice to be known, wouldn’t it? Especially for singin’ an makin’ music” George drawled, he accent distinct with every word.

“We could form a band, you an’ me, Georgie,” Paul looked at him with a gleam in his eyes. “You’d play the guitar, and I could play the keys and sing or something. It would be grand! I bet we’d be famous in no time.”

George looked at his friend and saw the gleam in his eyes. He knew Paul loved writing music and probably wanted to make a career of it, but they were still young, kids really. “Yeah but Paul, we’re too young to perform, no one would want t’see us. They’d prolly give us a laugh and make us the jokes of Liverpool. You don’t wanna be famous for that, now do ya?” George smiled while Paul laughed.

“No, you’re right, of course I don’t. But one day, mark my words, Georgie. We’ll be at the toppermost of the poppermost!”

“Gee I hope you’re right, Paulie. I need t’make something of meself or else I’ll be out on the streets for the rest of me days. Me schoolin’s gettin’ worse and worse all the time.”

“Oh come off it,” Paul smacked him on the arm, grinning. “If ya weren’t so busy trying t’charm all the teachers you’d probably be the top of the class! Remember when ya used to tutor me in math?”

“Now I’m the one that need the tutorin’. Speakin’ of charmin’ the teachers, though, I’d best be off trying to keep me grades afloat. I’ll see ya after school’s let out?”

“Yeah, sounds good, mate. I’ll be seein’ ya.” With that, George began walking into the school building, but Paul lingered back, contemplating whether or not he should go to class just yet. As Paul watched George and all of the other kids enter the building, a boy of his age approached him.

“Hey, you’re McCartney right? Paul, is it?” the boy questioned.

“Yeah that’s me,” Paul replied, looking at the other boy with a puzzled look. “Do I know you?”

“I’m Ivan Vaughan. Word around school is ya like music, is that so?”

Paul’s attention had suddenly been engaged. Another boy, his age, asking him about music?

“Yeah, a little bit. D’you?” Paul asked, trying to mask the excitement he felt.

“O’course I do! Now I wanna invite ya to come see me band play today, if ya want. We’ll be playin’ at St. Peter’s Church just down the road. We’ve got some rockin’ tunes, and I’ll even introduce you to the rest of the band if ya come. We’re playin’ around eight tonight, but we’ll be practicin’ all day, if ya wanna come earlier.”

Paul could barely believe his ears. One of his classmates was asking him to see his band play? And they played rock-n-roll? It was too good to be true.

“Yeah of course I’ll try t’stop by. That sounds fantastic!”

“Grand, well here’s a flier, I’ll see ya later then.” Ivan waved as he found the next person to give his next flier.

Paul read slightly creased piece of paper carefully. Garden Fete: St. Peter’s Church. Performances by The Quarrymen Skiffle Group and other Performers. 8pm. He was actually going to get to see a real live band of people his own age. He was so excited he could hardly stand it. There was no way he was going to school today.

Paul knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere from school. All he wanted to do was play music, and learning about history and math wasn’t going to help him in any way with that. Oftentimes, Paul would skip school altogether, wandering around town or finding an empty place where he could practice his guitar and vocals. George would sometimes skip with him, but at the end of the day George was more scared of breaking rules than Paul was, and George knew that getting famous through music was slim, so he would force himself to stay in his classes. Paul didn’t care about the odds of becoming a prominent musician, he just wanted to play his music and share his passion with others.

Today Paul had a valid reason not to go to class: he was going to watch a band play music that he actually listened to and wanted to play himself. He would even get to meet the members! Paul wondered if they would be cool and standoffish toward the young lad, or warm and inviting, knowing he was a fan of music and songwriting. He knew his guitar like the back of his hand and could play a good number of songs, so if he had the chance, he thought he could prove his talent to the band.

Paul began walking down the main road towards the direction of the church. It was a rare sunny day in Liverpool, and Paul enjoyed feeling the mix of the warm sun and the cool breeze as he strolled leisurely down the road. He began singing to himself a little tune that he had gotten stuck in his head playing the guitar the other day. Paul was always coming up with tunes in his head and then putting lyrics to them, making song after song. Most of them were probably rubbish, but he wrote them down all the same. He had never shared his own songs with anyone before; he was too shy and self-conscious to do that. Plus, no one besides George had talked to him long enough to care about his songs. The only reason he didn’t talk with George about them is because they spent all their time discussing famous records, and he didn’t want George criticizing or comparing his songs to theirs. He would play his songs for somebody someday though, he just needed to find the right person.

***************

Paul had been wandering around town for around two hours when he decided he should make his way to the church to see the Quarrymen’s dress rehearsal. He had heard of the Quarrymen before, through Ivan’s self-promotions at school, but had never actually seen them perform. All he really knew is that they played rock music, and they were slowly becoming more and more well known around town. Paul and George had discussed going and seeing them perform in one of the small pubs they usually played at, but they hadn’t gone yet. Paul wished he had gotten to tell George about his afternoon plans, he knew he would be jealous, but he would give him every detail later.

Paul slowed his pace as he walked toward the front doors of the church. The church was a brownish building with a small garden in the front. In the middle of the garden was a sign that read: St. Peter’s Church, Woolton, Liverpool with a cross beside it. Paul had gone to church regularly when he was younger, but he hadn’t stepped foot into a church since his mother’s funeral. There wasn’t a particular reason why he hadn’t gone back to church that he could explain, but subconsciously he blamed religion for not saving his mother and not being there for him when he lost everything and everyone he cared about.

He took a deep breath. He knew that he would have to go back into a church at some point, so now might as well be as good of a time as any. He opened the door and immediately became hyper-conscious of his surroundings. He looked around, he had never been inside this church, but it looked similar to the ones he had been in before. The stain glass windows, the old red carpet that had its own distinct odor, the foyer that led to the sanctuary that was supposed to be welcoming but really felt confining. Paul outwardly shuddered; he now remembered why he never wanted to go back into a church.

He tried to distract himself by looking for Ivan and the rest of the Quarrymen. He walked out of the foyer down the right side hallway, hoping he was walking in the right direction. As he rounded the corner, he heard voices chatting and the sound of someone strumming an acoustic guitar. Confident he had found the band, Paul quickened his pace but stopped in his tracks when he got to the door of the room they were practicing. He immediately felt self-conscious and timid. He didn’t know why, but suddenly he was worried of making a fool of himself in front of the band. Even though they were close to his age, they had already accomplished so much of what Paul wanted to do with his life and with his music. What if they didn’t take him seriously when he said he wanted to do music for the rest of his life? What if they thought he was just another boy who only cared about birds and sports?

‘Okay, Paulie, get it together, everything’ll be fine’ Paul thought to himself. He closed his eyes, inhaled, and knocked on the door.

The instruments and voices instantly stopped as Paul knocked. An older boy with auburn hair and thick black glasses slowly opened the door, and looked at Paul quizzically.

“And who might you be, son?”

[yg-got7scenarios]

7 Days of Heaven (Day 7 – Yugyeom)

**GIF NOT MINE

Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Prologue Day 1-Jaebum Day 2-Mark  Day 3-Jinyoung Day 4-Jackson Day 5-Youngjae Day 6-Bambam  

Characters:  Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7 members

Genre:  Smut

Warning/s:  Dom!Yugyeom, Lots of hair pulling (just because hahaha), thigh and butt smacking (hmmm), choking (mild), Bondage (light), Thigh Riding (because I love Yugyeom’s slender thighs they scream sex), Actual riding hahaha sorry about that, Dry humping???, what else?? Idk anymore jfc just read it

Length:  5,768 words

A/N:  OK!!! So this is the 7th and last installment of my GOT7 Smut Series, 7 Days of Heaven! It took me centuries to finally complete this hahaha and it’s been more than 5 months since I posted the teasers (can you believe it omg).  I wanted to thank each and every one of you who had consistently shown love and support for this series!  I didn’t really expect to receive this much love and appreciation so I really, really am thankful!!!

By the way here is the final installment, I hope it is good?  And things got a bit out of hand, as always, so I hope this makes up for the weeks rather months of waiting!

Also, please make sure to read until the end :))))))))))))))))  That’s it, enjoooooooooy!

At this point, Mark and Jaebum are already downing the rest of the soju and beers that you guys had left behind while waiting for Jinyoung to come back.  They cannot make you stop talking about their younger members and your sexual desires towards them, making them more awkward by the second, hoping that you just finish rambling and mumbling so that they can put you to bed and they can all either go home or sleep on your guest room or living room.

“_____, let’s tak-“

“WAAAAIIIIT, M’ not yet done, k?” Your voice is turning slurry and Mark just slumped on the couch and Jaebum just let out a sigh.

“Just let her finish, then we can tuck her to bed once she’s done.”  Jaebum pats Mark’s thigh and the older agrees.

“So, we’re down to the maknae of GOT7, ______, Yugyeom, what can you say about him?”  Mark asks before downing the rest of his beer.

“OH OH OH, that maknae, Yugyeom, damn!  He is so sexy when he dances.  Have you seen Hit the Stage? Hot damn!  It is the first time that I envied a fucking floor.  Can he hump on me like that too?  Huh???  What do you think?  That will be great, right?  Damn…” You giggled loudly and Jinyoung already came back.

“OK OK, so I guess we are all done, oppa’s gonna tuck you to bed, okay?  ______?”  You nodded and you barely had your eyes open when Jinyoung asks you to jump on his back, carrying you upstairs towards your room.  Jaebum and Mark just sighed before cleaning the mess in the living room as they waited for Jinyoung to come back so that they can all go home and call this a night.

Steam and fog started to cloud the entire shower room, but you cannot seem to notice it.  The hot, almost burning water from the shower hits the flushed, pinkish skin of your back and it travels down your backside, to the back of your thighs, until it hits the white, tiled floor.  You relished the relaxing feeling of the hot water with your eyes closed, both palms flat against the wall in front of you, and your forehead leaned against it.

You are not sure how long have you been standing in front of the shower, but you cannot seem to go out or finish showering, not with all the things that are going on inside your head.

Did you just sleep with Bambam?

You let out a heavy sigh, you NEVER thought of sleeping with the 2nd maknae of GOT7, not at all, but it fucking happened, so you are so frustrated that you allowed it, and above everything else, you’ve enjoyed it, just like how you’ve enjoyed the other five nights with the older members.

You started to wonder how you’re going to approach Jackson, Youngjae, and Bambam today, you haven’t seen them since you had sex with them. Also, you are still dealing with the awkwardness with Jinyoung and slowly coping up in getting things back to normal with Mark and Jaebum.  Not that it is hard, but you just had sex with almost all of the members of GOT7, the maknae being the only exception, so you’re not sure how to go about starting a conversation with them without a tinge of blush on your cheeks.

At the back of your head, you cannot shake off the feeling that this might be something that the boys had planned.  Just like what Bambam said yesterday (or earlier this morning, you are not sure really, or maybe two days ago), it was your birthday that’s why he slept with you.  Did they really plan all of this?  Your head began to swim again… There might be a possibility, really, but, hell how did they know about your desires for each and every member?

You lifted your head and let the water sprinkle over your hair and your face.  You had also realized that the steam and fog made your sight blurry so you turn the shower off before letting the droplets of water reach the floor, before stepping out of the steamy shower.  You shook the thoughts off because you are not sure if you’ll be able to know that any way, since who would have the courage to actually start with that kind of conversation?  It is going to be very awkward with you as well as the rest of the members.

You finally put some clothes on when you went downstairs. It seemed to be empty; with no boys playing around or no Jinyoung, Jaebum, or Youngjae in the kitchen preparing breakfast.  Where did these boys go?

You helped yourself walk towards the kitchen when you felt your stomach growl.  You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday and you felt like you’re going to pass out anytime.  You opened the fridge and thank the heavens that there are multiple microwaveables stacked there with a note on top.

“Sorry we need to leave for an urgent shoot; but we’ll be back tonight.  Yugyeom might still be sleeping but I think that these should be enough for the two of you! See you later!”  - GOT6

You smiled and took the plastic containers out of the fridge and put them in the microwave one by one.  Once everything has been heated, you called out for Yugyeom- but he wasn’t responding.  You cannot wait any longer so you just dug in to your food; mentally taking note that you need to leave some for the maknae.

You slumped against your chair and burped loudly; you prolly had eaten way too much because your stomach feels so heavy.  You have been sitting for about half an hour now after you’re done eating, but you cannot move an inch.  Yugyeom is still nowhere to be found so you decided to check him on his room.  You’ve cleaned the dishes immediately and even before you go up the stairs, you think you’ve heard some house or pop music playing from the basement, which happened to be a customized practice room for the boys if they wanted to practice their dance while they’re here.

You smiled knowingly when you get to realize where the maknae is.

You opened the door to the practice room and the music is now much louder that it was when you were upstairs.  Yugyeom is currently dancing to some familiar music, and you started to stride towards the speakers placed at the far right corner of the room, not too far from the mini-DJ booth and where the boy is currently dancing.

“Hit the stage!”  You quoted the usual joke of the older members before leaning back against the mirror and Yugyeom looked at you through the mirror in front of him and stopped dancing.    The smile that he threw you through the mirror warmed your heart and he turns around to face you.

His face and body is slick with sweat; some of it dripping from the sides of his hair and forehead.  His white cotton tea is drenched and you can see his nipples peeking through the thin fabric and you turn to focus on the boy’s face other than is almost exposed half body.

“Good morning noona!”  He picks up the water bottle and the towel from the floor on the other side of the room, before walking towards your direction.

“Are you practicing for Hit the Stage Season 2?” You laughed out loud before slumping on the floor and Yugyeom sat next to you; giggling loudly before wiping his hair and face with the towel.

“I think that I just need to dance it all over again. It’s a very tricky choreography and it makes me worked up.  Great morning exercise.”  He breathed out harshly before taking a gulp of his water and you just looked at his sweaty form, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he downed the cold liquid, and you swore that you didn’t just bite your lip.

The boy has some seriously gorgeous neck, the way the tendons and veins appear whenever he sings/dances or eats/drinks, and it is distracting you in a not-so-good way right now.

Yugyeom pulls the bottle away from his lips and you looked away immediately before yawning.

“I think I would need to polish my dancing skills too. It’s been a while.  Also, I just ate a group’s worth of meal about an hour back and I think I am bloated.”  You stood up before lifting your arms, stretching them higher and higher, before stretching your legs and thighs.

“Would you like the same song, Noona?”  Yugyeom stood up before approaching the DJ booth, clicking on some icon on the computer before gaping at you.

“I get to watch your Hit the Stage performance… But I am not sure if I know all of the steps…”  You hesitated for a bit, biting your lower lip and Yugyeom smiled at you.

“Don’t worry; I will correct you if something is wrong, go ______-noona!  Fighting!!!” Yugyeom cheered for you and you flashed him a cute smile before walking towards the middle of the dance floor. Yugyeom started the music and you grinned before dancing to the tune of the songs Yugyeom danced on his second appearance in Hit the Stage.  You swiftly danced, staring at your own reflection in the huge mirror in front of you as you grooved into the steps; calculating your movement thoroughly, feeling a bit pressured because the main dancer of GOT7 is eye-ing your every movement.

“You’re doing great noona, keep going.”  Yugyeom stood up before crossing his arms against his chest and you threw him a side look that made your eyebrows furrow; did he just shoot you a smirk?

You internally cursed when Chris Brown’s “Take You Down” played and you groaned; not knowing how to proceed.  This is secretly your favorite part in Yugyeom’s entire dance skit and the boy is obviously so good at it.  You attempted to do the body wave but failed completely so you just attempted a weak humping-on-the-floor dance move, grinding your hips against the floor before looking at Yugyeom through the mirror, and you are certain that you’ve seen the young boy’s eyes darken.

Yugyeom just stared at your dancing and grinding form on the floor through the mirror and he cannot help but bite his lower lip, looking how sexy you looked.  It has been while since he had seen you dance and you still have that talent in you even before you left the agency.  He is aware that you are looking at him through the mirror as well while you copy his moves from the popular skit but he didn’t tear his gaze away.  

The two of you can feel the tension rising, but just before Yugyeom takes a step forward, you stopped dancing; your breaths became shallow so you just laid flat on the floor; your arms and legs spread like a starfish, your whole body and face covered with sweat.

“Tired already?”  Yugyeom crouched next to you after turning off the music.

“I...”  You breathed out before letting out a small chuckle.

“It’s been a while, Yugy…”  You tried to finish your sentence but you decided on catching your breath first.  The younger boy giggled at you before wiping the sweat on your face and your neck. His gestures are soft and you slowly relaxed under the boy’s touch.  All of a sudden, Yugyeom stood up before placing the towel next to your head.

“Do you want to see the original version, noona?”  He smirked at you and you gulped; eye-ing each and every move of the younger boy.

Even before you can respond, he already walked towards the DJ booth before turning the music on, the intro to the same song played and Yugyeom started moving.  He grabs the hem of his white shirt, pulling it up just a bit before moving his hips in a circular motion, just like how he did it on his Hit the Stage performance. You wanted to at least seat down to get a clearer view of his dance moves, but even before you can move, Yugyeom already pinned you against the floor with his strong gaze.  You stayed where you are and shifted your head to the mirror in front of you, where you can see the boy’s movements clearly.

Yugyeom suddenly dropped on the floor next to you, dancing his signature hump-the-poor-floor move and you stiffened. He is so close to where you are laying and you cannot seem to breathe with the proximity.  He is looking at you straight in the eyes while he continues the sensual movements of his sinful hips, and you are about to roll to your side to make some safe distance between the two of you, but you gasped when he immediately got on top of you.  You haven’t realized that the song has been on loop since it is starting over again, and it only means one thing.

Yugyeom grabbed both of your hands before pinning them above your head even before you can react.  

“Y-Yugyeom- what the hell are you doi-“ You were cut off when Yugyeom spreads your legs wider, before he settles in between them.

Take you down, I really wanna take you down…

Shit.

The younger boy above you grinds his hips against you just like how he did it on the floor just a few seconds ago.  His burning gaze pinned you and you cannot look away as the boy continues to press his half-hard erection against your clothed heat, small gasps leaving your lips without your consent and Yugyeom lets out harsh, hot breaths against your lips, making you buck your hips up just in time when Yugyeom pushes himself back down on your groan and you yelped.  

You are certain that the younger boy just put on a smug before grinding against your core with more force, his hold on your wrists tightening and you moaned loudly when the rough fabric of Yugyeom’s pants brushed against your clit through your thin sweatpants and lace panties.  You wanted to stop your hips from grinding against Yugyeom’s rolling hips, but the feeling is just too good to ignore and your hips buck up subconsciously, which made the little shit on top of you continue what he was doing with glee.

The song finally ended and even before it starts all over again, with all the strength and sense you have remaining, though you are not sure how much will it be, you pushed the maknae on his back before standing up, shooting daggers towards the younger boy before reaching for the computer, turning off the music.  Yugyeom sat up with both of his longs legs stretched in front of him and his hands laid flat against the wooden floor behind him with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“What was that, Yugyeom?”  You looked away from him right after, trying to hide the flush on your cheeks and the slight arousal and need in your eyes.  You cursed internally and chanted in your head that there is no way that you will be doing it again.  No, not with your youngest friend.  Yugyeom is like a younger brother to you, so, just no.

You heard Yugyeom laugh out loud before he stands up, his rubber shoes screeching against the floor as he paces towards you and you took a few, quick steps back as Yugyeom hurriedly approaches you, backing you at the nearest wall.  Your breath hitched when he places his hands on either side of your face before placing his leg in between yours, pressing his chest against your own, leaving absolutely no space between the two of you.  

You attempted to push him away, but you found yourself motionless, your hands are on either side of you, palms set on top of the mirrored wall at your back.  You feel your legs turn to jelly as Yugyeom eyes your face with too much want; his nose bumping against yours and you bit back a moan when he lifts his leg, placing it just below your core.

“Hmm…”  He hums before pushing his leg up intentionally and you moaned in surprise.

“You have a very sexy moan, noona.”  He does it again and you lifted your hands and wrap it around his wrists.

“S-stop.”  You choked on your breath when Yugyeom grinds his leg against your core again before pulling away, cupping your cheeks and looking at you dead in the eyes.

“What if I don’t want to stop?”  He murmurs before brushing the hair that blocks your face from scalp to the tip, his fingers tangling on your hair.

“P-Please, Yugie… I can’t- We can’t-“  You gasped when Yugyeom grabs a handful of your hair before pulling at it, your scalp burning and you looked down on the boy in front of you. His evil smirk sent a chill down your spine and his leg retreated in between your legs, pressing his hard on against your thigh while his other hand grabs your neck, squeezing it lightly and you inhaled a good amount of air at the action.

“Ssshhh…”  He hissed before shoving you further up the mirror, trapping your limp body between his and the cold, mirrored wall of the dance studio at the basement.

“I want you to be quiet…”  He kisses your temple and you gasped when he pulled at your hair harder and your hands grabbed his shoulders for support.  Your neck started to hurt with the position but this whole dominating thing that the maknae is doing is surprisingly turning you the fuck on, and you ground against his thigh where you are almost sitting and the younger boy smirked.

“Y-Yugyeom…”  You whispered lowly when Yugyeom releases your hair but his long fingers are still wrapped around your throat, the tips of his fingers digging against your sweaty neck.  He presses his lips against yours in a matter of seconds in a bruising kiss, which made you moan wantonly.   He took your lower lip between his teeth before pulling away, only to kiss you once again, his tongue snaking inside your hot cavern, and you welcomed him, your hands grabbing a handful of his t-shirt while he continues to taste your mouth and you can feel his tongue gliding over your teeth before clashing with your own and fighting for dominance.  You gave up eventually when he took over, kissing your mouth until you are breathing harshly through your nose, your nails digging against Yugyeom’s shoulders through the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Do you still want me to stop?”  He says in his surprisingly raspy voice when he finally pulls away, both of his hands dropping on your hips before lifting his leg that is still in between you, dangerously pressed against your core.  He kisses your lips briefly before he creates a path of burning, little kisses against your jaw line, your ear, the back of your ear, and your whimpers are almost inaudible and your hands are now grasping the hairs at the back of Yugyeom’s neck.  You yelped when he bites the juncture of your shoulder and neck while lifting his leg further up, resting his knee on the mirror behind you, making you sit on his limb.

Yugyeom licks the sweat that beaded on your neck as well as the bite mark he just left before nipping on the base of your throat not-so-softly.

“I asked you a question, Noona.”  He murmured sternly against your neck before snaking his hands inside your shirt, cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra.

“P-please…”  You threw your head back when the younger boy squeezes your breast rhythmically before pinching both of your nipples, the delicious tinge travelling straight to your core and you buck your hips against Yugyeom’s clothed leg, trying to create more friction against your now overly wet core, thanks to the brunette’s teasing.

“Please what, _____-noona?”  He flicks the hook of your bra and swiftly gropes your naked mounds with his big hands while his thumb is pressed against your nipples, drawing hard circles against it and you rode Yugyeom’s thigh once again, the sensations are sending you over-the-top.

“Please don’t stop.”  You said breathlessly and Yugyeom smirks against your neck before biting on it again.  He drops his leg on the floor and you were on your feet; automatically your arms around Yugyeom’s neck to prevent you from falling.  Yugyeom grabs your waist before pushing you on the floor, him falling on top of you.  He kisses you again before lifting your shirt above your head and throwing your bra somewhere in the room.  Your sweatpants are off in seconds and he smirks at you when he saw your black, lace panties, arousal evident on the thin cloth that did nothing to hide what’s beneath.

“Stop staring.”  You hid your face using your hands and the younger boy let out a cheerful laugh before lifting his shirt above his head and he is on top of you again. You grabbed his nape and kissed him hungrily and the boy pulls away immediately after licking your lips.

“Just to remind you…”  He nips at your jaw before grabbing both your wrists, holding them above your head before unbuckling his thin, leather belt and you gulped harshly; your core aching when you’ve realized what Yugyeom is about to do.

“You don’t call the shots, noona.”  He nibbles on your ear before bounding your wrists together; and you bit your lip when Yugyeom removes his pants and boxers at once, revealing his already leaking member.  He kisses your lips briefly before trailing more kisses down your throat before reaching your breasts.  He gives both of your mounds rigid, sharp sucks, nips, and tugs and the stimulation went straight to your core.  He licks the valley between your breasts before kissing his way down to your belly and your navel, before kissing just above your panties.

“Fuck, please.”  Yugyeom bites on the skin on top of your underwear and he grins before pressing a kiss at your clothed center.

“Oh God, please.”  Your hips jerk up when Yugyeom licks the expanse of your obstructed core and he bites on your clit through your panties, earning a scream from you.

“Keep still.”  He groans against your core and you press your lips together.  You felt your panties being removed altogether and in the next second you felt Yugyeom’s tongue on your bare pussy, viciously running the wet muscle up and down your drenched slit while his hands are on your inner thigh, locking you on the floor to prevent you from moving.

“You are so wet, and so sweet.”  He murmurs before lapping on your pussy again, sucking on the perky nub before teasing your entrance with his tongue.

“G-God… Yugyeom.”  You wanted to buck your hips against the movements of his tongue so bad but his bruising hold disables you completely.  Your back was permanently arched against the floor but Yugyeom pulled away all of a sudden after leaving one last kiss on your pussy lips.  He grabs you by your neck before kissing you, making you taste yourself in him.  He stood up; leaving you breathless and you ran your tongue over your slightly chapped lips while watching his every move.  He sat on the floor before leaning towards the mirror with his legs spread and his huge cock stood in attention.  Your mouth watered and you wanted to suck his cock so bad, but it looks like the boy has other plans.

“Come here.”  He gestures in a come hither motion and you are in front of him in no time.

“Turn around for me.”  He growls and you did as told and he holds your hips, placing you in between his gorgeous thigh.  The younger boy made a beautiful noise at the back of his throat when he felt your wetness against his thigh and his hand is at your hair once again.

“Move, noona.”  The younger boy licks the back of your ear and you shuddered, your bounded hands are in front of you and you press them against the floor, before moving your hips, riding the boy’s thigh and your knees shook; your pussy getting overly sensitive thanks to Yugyeom’s tongue.

“Fuck!”  You screamed when Yugyeom yanks your hair backwards and slaps your ass, the sting on your backside and your head heightening the sensations and your clit ached so you jerk your hips harder and faster against Yugyeom’s bare thigh.

“That’s it, noona.  Keep going… Good girl...”  He slaps your ass again while his grip on your hair never loosens and you are whining and whimpering, the filthiest sounds escaping your lips and you rode him rapidly.  You never thought that it will get better but the brunette suddenly moves his thigh in sync with your thrusts and your head fell back against the boy’s shoulder while your hands are balled into fists against his leg.

“Do you like that, noona?”  He sucks on your collarbone and he gropes your ass before landing another loud slap; a breathless scream left your lips as your head is still craned back and you are grinding against Yugyeom’s thigh like there’s no tomorrow, your orgasm briskly approaching.

You grumbled when Yugyeom pushes his thigh against your clit, brushing against it over and over, your slick essences coating Yugyeom’s skin and makes it easier for you to ground your core against him.

“C-close, shit.”  Your body fell forward by instinct only to be pulled back by Yugyeom through your hair, your back clashing against his sweaty chest before gripping your hips, helping you rub your clit against his thigh while he meets you half way.

“Cum for me, noona.”  Your body shuddered and trembled in front of him, your vision turning white when your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave.  Your bounded wrists squeezes the boy’s leg while he continues to guide your hips, rocking you against him despite you already cumming, and your legs are threatening to give out on you.

All of a sudden, he lifts you off of his thigh, turning you around before kneeling behind you, before lifting your ass in the air, your upper half is crouched on the ground and your breathing is unsteady, your wrists are feeling numb because of how long and how tight it was bound.

“Shit!”  You lift your head up when Yugyeom immediately closes his mouth around your pussy, nibbling and sucking on your pussy lips while flat-tonguing the expanse of your still trembling slit before slapping your thighs.  Your limbs are trembling immensely with all the spanking as well as your previous orgasm, but the boy behind you spares no mercy.  You tried to balance your upper body by resting your forearms against the wooden floor.

Yugyeom delves in your pussy, sucking, nipping, and biting on your sensitive folds, eager to bring you to the heavens once again. When his hands came in contact with your rosy thighs once again, he sucks the daylights out of your engorged clit, and your upper body came in contact with the floor; and you cried out multiple cuss words and profanities.

“F-fuck!”  With one last lurch of Yugyeom’s palms against your thighs, you are cumming again, your hips grinding against the younger’s mouth, riding out your high.  Yugyeom sucks and licks your juices clean before latching his mouth on the dip of your spine and your quaking body fell on the floor.

“We are not yet done, noona.”  He chuckles and you sighed heavily before he circles an arm around your waist and the other grabbed your hair, pulling at it hard it almost brought tears to your eyes.

“All fours.”  He commanded and you followed almost immediately, retreating to your previous position earlier despite your limbs shaking and trembling.

“Face front.”  You looked at the mirror in front of you and the sight is heavenly.  

Yugyeom is sporting a disheveled hair, sweat covering his pale skin, and his face is flushed and mouth still drenched with what you assume your essences.  You cannot help voice out your need when you felt something hard poking your thigh.

“Yugyeom…”  You stared at him through the mirror and he spreads your ass and pussy wider before humming at you.

“Fuck me.”  You bit your lower lip when Yugyeom runs the head of his dick against your sensitive folds and he smiles at you through the mirror before cocking his head to the side.

“What did you say, noona?”  He mutters cheekily before dragging the head of his leaking cock against your pussy.

“Fuck me, Yugyeom, please fuck me oh my God.”  You begged when he circles your clit with the head of his dick and you can feel his hot precum milking you.

“I want you to fuck noona hard, Yugyeom, God that’s it baby.”  You hissed when Yugyeom finally aligns his dick in your soaked hole before plunging in to you, little by little, until you are screaming, the feeling of fullness so gratifying.  He pulls at your hair when he withdraws, still at a deliberate way, allowing you to adjust to his size.

“You’re so tight, fuck.”  He groans when he slams back in to you, the tight hold on your hair leaves a scorching feeling on your scalp, only boosting your already heightened arousal.  You are surprised that the younger boy has a thing for hair pulling, but you are not complaining at all, since the feeling is too fucking good to make him stop, the pain only sending you to a moaning mess.

The younger boy sets a punishingly fast pace, thrusting back and forth while grasping your hips that will surely leave bruises the next day, along with the occasional tugs on your hair.  You looked at him through the mirror and he is looking straight back at you, his lust-filled eyes boring holes on you.  The hand that is on your hip went to your waist and he pushes you against him when he rams forward, and you screamed when he found your sweet spot.

“Th-there, fuck there, don’t stop, Yugyeom.”  You pleaded, wanting for the boy to continue hitting that same spot and the boy happily obliged, fucking you intensely and the sound of skin slapping and your harsh, ragged breaths filled the studio. Your sweaty body came in contact with Yugyeom once again when he hauls you up, letting you do the work as you sank down slowly into his cock.

“Fuck!”  You wailed when he thrusted upwards, hitting the same exact spot that has your knees wiggle; and you feel like you are about to collapse with all the pleasure that is about to wash your entire being.  Yugyeom lifts your arms before circling it around his neck before gliding his rough palms over your breast, your belly, until his fingers came in contact with your pearl.  His other hand traps your exhausted body against his, not allowing you to move or escape his brutal plunges.

He jerks his hand, rubbing your throbbing clit while he continues to push his hips upwards and you are writhing, eyes almost expelling tears and you grip Yugyeom’s nape before biting on his neck, marking him. With a cry of Yugyeom’s name vibrating against the boy’s neck, your body jerked, quaked, and shuddered immensely, tears already flowed from your eyes due to sensitivity but Yugyeom doesn’t stop, his hands are still moving, circling your clit continuously while his shoves are getting faster, harder, and sloppier that eventually leads you to another frenzy.

“I-I can’t take it anymore… Yugyeom…”  Your body fell against his and the boy removes his fingers from your clit before grabbing both of your hips, his pace unchanging and he bites on your shoulder, his grunts and heavy breathing hot against your sweaty skin.

“Fuck, noona.”  He bends you over again before pulling out of you, pumping his hard dick before he comes violently; his cum coming out of his slit in spurts, painting your backside with his white essences.  Your body collapsed on the floor and Yugyeom’s fell next to yours, both of your breathings are shallow, fast, and hot.  

Yugyeom suddenly sat up before turning you on your back, unbuckling the belt that cages your wrists before lying next to you, cradling you in his arms and thoughts began to run in your head but you decided to shut them off, exhaustion filling your senses.

EPILOGUE

You are not sure how long you’ve been napping, but it feels like you are in a different place already since you felt warm; and you roam your hands all over your body and you realized that you already have your clothes on.

OK.

You opened your eyes slowly before stretching your arms and a loud yawn escaped your lips.  When you looked up, you’ve seen the familiar chandelier that is placed in the middle of the rest house, and it hit you that you are already laying on the huge couch in the living room.

You are about to stand up so you pulled the blanket from your chest, until you heard someone speaking.

“Had a good sleep, Princess?”

Your head jerks to the side and your eyes widened.

“Did you have a good time on your birthday, my precious kitten?”

You eyed the boy who just spoke and even before you can speak, another man interrupted you, who was previously blonde, but-

“Do you miss my tongue piercings, ______?”

You sat up and just stared at the boys in front of you and you swallowed the lump on your throat.

“Mommy, I want you to touch me once again… Please…”  That familiar pet name and whine reverberated against your ear and your mouth fell open.

“How about we revisit the pool, baby girl?”  The blonde with strong facial features murmurs and your brain is on overdrive; the wheels are swiftly turning.  The boy sitting next to him pulls out a set of ties and your eyes widened.

“You want these on your wrists again, honey?”

Your whole body shook when all of them stood up and the youngest of them all remained seated, staring at you before crossing his leg over the other.

“If you’re still not tired after them, then maybe we can have another round.”

You’re so fucked.  Happy birthday to you indeed.

Hew!  Is it done here?  Are we ending this here?  I suppose I will... Hahahahaha!! :))))

[4ourleafclover]

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{🍀} Clover was pacing back and forth in her room, unable to sit still. She’d been pacing for a good hour now, but nothing of importance was coming to her mind.

“Dammit… what should I do?”

She needed someone to talk to about Phi, and about herself- but who was there to trust? Oh, she had acquaintances, but she wasn’t really how many people she could consider that close- and there wasn’t anyone she could think of that she knew she’d be able to trust with these secrets.

Well, there was one, but Junpei wasn’t an option… or wait, was he?

Clover picked up her phone and stared at the screen for a while, before finally forcing herself to select him as a contact and start messaging.

TO: Junpei

[SENT: 11:23]: hey junpei we need to talk where r u [SENT: 11:54]: junpei pls rspond this is important [SENT: 12:36]: its abt phi just pls rspond already

She was checking her phone, and she could see the little ‘read’ checkmarks beside every message. They both knew he was ignoring her- but that last one seemed to finally get his attention.

[…]

The little dots stayed on screen for at least a minute, as she presumed Junpei was trying to figure out what to say.

[INCOMING: 12:41] …meet me at the corner pub in sector 006 in a half hour.

[SENT: 12:42]: junpei im in 4 itll prolly take me n hour just to get ther

[INCOMING: 12:43] whatever, just show up when you get there.

The dismissive tone didn’t bother her in the least- she was honestly just glad he’d responded at all. She quickly threw all her important stuff into her bag and ran out the door, moving as quickly as possible so she could catch the soonest train. Overall it took about an hour and twenty minutes before she finally arrived at the right place, but when she did, she saw him- Junpei was actually there.

“…do you mind if we don’t sit at the bar, Junpei? This is… kinda personal.”

He only shrugged and picked up his drinks, moving to an open booth. Once they’d taken a seat, he pushed one of the glasses he’d grabbed over to her- before Clover could even say anything, he spoke up.

“It’s non-alcoholic, don’t worry. I just figured you’d like this fruity shit.”

“O-oh… right, thanks.”

It was still hard to understand that the Junpei here in front of here wasn’t the same Junpei she remembered, but she had to face that fact. Besides, even if his memories were different, he was still Junpei- he was still the person that she trusted, the one who’d saved her life.

“So? I’m guessing you didn’t just text me out of the blue because you wanted to drink, so what is it?”

“W-well, it’s just… I wanted someone to talk to, and you’re the only person I think I can trust with this.”

“You couldn’t just talk to Phi? You did say this was about her.”

“No!” It was clear that he hadn’t expected the force behind her words, because his eyes widened a little bit in shock. Not much, but just enough that Clover saw it. “I-I mean… it’s just that…”

Clover put her head in her hands, and leant forwards over the table. This was all a big mess, wasn’t it?

“I… I’m really scared. I’m scared because I love her, and I know that I love her… but she doesn’t love me back. And I know that she’s trying to make me feel better, even if it hurts her in the end, and just… I don’t know if what I’m doing is right. I have no idea anymore.”

“Wow… sounds like you’re in a real mess.”

“Junpei-“

“I’m kidding, sheesh.” He sighed and looked to the side, but Clover saw the sadness in them. It was clear as day. “So, basically… you want to know if you should push her away for her own sake, and hurt yourself in the process; or if you should let yourself get close, but risk damaging your relationship beyond repair when she realizes she can’t go through with this anymore.”

“That’s the simplest way of putting it, yeah…”

“…fuck, man, I don’t know.” There was something about the way he said it- it wasn’t patronizing or cruel, it was just an earnest expression of how he felt. “I mean, I can’t just tell you to go break your own heart, but I’m not gonna let you mess around with Phi either.”

She sighed. Some help he was being… no, that was unfair of her. She’d spent the entire night trying to figure out what to do, so how could Junpei just hear the problem once, then know? She was probably asking far too much…

“Can’t you at least give me some idea of what to do? I can’t.. I don’t know if I can trust my own judgement anymore.”

“And you think I’ve got better judgement? It’s hardly two o’clock and I’ve already finished my first beer.”

“That’s…”

“Look, Clover. You’re not an idiot. You were the first one to figure out that Hongou was a killer, and you were the first one to open the safe. If it wasn’t for you, I never would’ve realized for myself- in my timeline, or in yours. Just have a bit of faith in yourself.”

“J-Junpei…”

He was scratching the back of his head awkwardly, and his expression made it look like he wanted to be anywhere but here at the moment. For Clover, though, it was important. She knew about Junpei’s timeline, to a small degree- but all she’d really known was that she’d been killed by Hongou, and that there had been a good deal of death afterwards as well.

Had it really been her to thank for getting everyone out, though? No, Junpei was probably just reaching, trying to console her- before she could even say anything, he’d spoken up to cut her off.

“You had a note in your hand. ‘Truth had gone, truth had gone, and truth had gone. Ah, now truth is asleep in the darkness of the sinister hand.’. You were the first one to put it together- the sinister hand was the left hand, ‘truth’ meant for something to be ‘right’, and ‘gone’ meant that someone had ‘left’. When you input ‘right-left-right-left-right-left’ into the bracelet, it showed a sequence of numbers- those were what opened the safe, and those were what got Light out of the coffin. If you hadn’t opened the safe first, if you hadn’t held onto that note, then I never would’ve been able to figure it out. I… I let you die, but still… if it wasn’t for you, I would’ve died too. So thanks.”

There was the faintest hint of an embarrassed blush on Junpei’s face, but Clover couldn’t see it- she’d started to tear up while Junpei was talking, sniffling and wiping her eyes in an effort to keep from crying too hard.

“Sh-shit, uh… are you ok? Fuck, I didn’t mean to make you cry-“

“Thanks, Junpei.”

“Huh?”

When Clover raised her head, there was a bright smile on her face- tears continued to fall, but she started to chuckle a bit in spite of herself.

“You’re really not that different at all, you know that? The other Junpei… he helped me too. You’re a good person, Junpei.”

“W-well, um… that’s just a matter of perspective.”

Seeing him fumble so desperately to say that he wasn’t was both cute and sad- but Clover wasn’t going to dwell.

“Well, my perspective is that you’re really trying- someone who tries that hard can’t possibly be a bad person, right?”

It was Clover who was speaking, but her words made her realize something. Phi… she’d been really trying for her. Even if it wasn’t necessarily healthy, she’d still been trying- she’d wanted to help Clover, and that had to count for something. She still didn’t think she could outright accept her offer; but to ignore what she’d been trying to do felt like she was ignoring the effort Phi had been making. She had difficulty trusting, she’d had the worst possible outcome for her last relationship- but she’d still been willing to reach out for Clover.

That meant something, right?

“Junpei… I think I have an idea. I’m not sure if it’s a good one, but it’s still an idea.”

“Oh yeah? What is it, then?”

“What, you think I’m gonna spill everything, just because I asked you for help?”

He gave her a blank stare for a moment, and then started chucking a bit himself.

“I guess not, huh? You girls, always with your secrets.”

“A mystery is what makes a woman a woman, after all!”

“Not sure if woman is the word I’d use for you… aren’t you still, like, 17 or something?”

“Hey, I’m 19, thank you very much.”

“Wh-what? Are you serious?”

“Yep.”

“Jeez…”

The mood between them had been thoroughly lightened, and Clover’s tears had finally stopped again. It was so weird, she hadn’t joked around with Junpei since the nonary game- and even if he wasn’t the same Junpei, he really did act the same. Memories would change a lot, but they couldn’t change everything.

The two of them stayed there until Clover finished up her drink, not really talking much and instead just enjoying each other’s company. Junpei was visibly uncomfortable whenever she got too close, so she made sure to give him his personal space bubble- she was just glad he was talking to her. It was one thing to be alone, to not know anyone from before- but in many ways, it was a lot worse to show up and find out that one of your friends couldn’t stand being around you.

She finished up and pulled out her phone for a second to check something, then smiled and turned the screen to Junpei, showing the page for a particular establishment she was fond of.

“We should meet up and do karaoke, sometime. We can bring Phi too- it’d be a blast!”

“Oh, uh… I can’t sing.”

“Junpei, if you think that karaoke is a matter of your ability to sing, then you are grossly mistaken. It’s a matter of getting drunk with your friends and singing to cheesy pop songs!”

“Are any of your friends even legal?”

“You’d think that a detective would understand the workings of a fake ID.”

“Touché.”

“So, whaddya say?”

“I.. uh… I’ll think about it.”

In the end, that was all Clover could really ask for, so she was happy with that answer. She said a quick goodbye and started to head for home- it would be a pretty long train ride, considering the irritating way the trains were run, but she’d deal. It would give her more time to think of just how she wanted to word things, after all.

This time, she’d plan better, she’d prepare (hell, she’d write it down on cards if she really needed to)- and then this time, things would go a bit better. She was certain that there could be a happy ending for both her and Phi, it might just take a bit of work to get it figured out.

Well, if she’d figured out that safe, then who’s to say she couldn’t figure this out? Interpersonal relationships were nothing compared to two death games, and she’d done pretty good at helping with puzzles- she could do this!

Clover spent the entirety of the train ride back home just contentedly planning, trying to think of what to say. She could do this.

For the both of them, she could do this.