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afewproblems · 2 years

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Lost and Lonely, Just Like Heaven (Part Three)

You can find Part One and Part Two with these links, sorry for the wait everyone! I hope you enjoy!

"That, that happened right?" Steve whispers, he swallows roughly and brings a shaking hand into his hair as Robin nods rapidly beside him.

"Yeah! I say again, what the fuck?" She whirls around on him with fast hands that catch him in the chest, "you have a ghost?? Why didn't you say anything??

It's Steve's turn to glare this time, he cocks his eyebrow at an irritated angle and bats her hands away, "I didn't think you'd believe me, but also," he brings his arms around himself tightly, "this is the first time it's happened anywhere else but my place".

"Okay," Robin says eventually, she's got her nose pinched between two fingers and won't look at him, "setting aside the implications this ghost has on several levels, like religious and scientific and all that shit," she waves her hand as though coaxing each point closer towards her chest, "shouldn't we tell someone?"

"Like who?" Steve sighs, letting his shoulders drop slightly. Something like this, so farfetched and impossible after everything they’ve suffered from. They have uncovered some small moment of normalcy with recovery and how could Steve take that away from all of them?

This was his problem to deal with, this slow spiral towards insanity.

Or well, it had been until Robin's presence revealed he in fact was still as sane as the rest of them.

He shrugs listlessly at her, "Besides, who would even believe this?"

Robin levels him with an unimpressed glare.

"Who do you think?"

***

The sun hangs low in the sky, bathing the street in soft copper light as Robin locks the doors behind them, her number eight pool ball Keychain clinks against her house key as she stuffs them back into her hoodie pocket.

"Keith is going to flip," Steve says with a smile as he walks around to the driver's side of his car, he lets his gaze fall on the empty Family Video one last time before opening the car door. The lights flicker just once inside as he eases into the cool leather seats, he ignores the mop of brown curls and wide brown eyes that meet his gaze from the rearview mirror.

Robin slides into the passenger side and flings the door closed behind her, she tosses her backpack once more into the back seat and somehow, the fact that Robin doesn’t register how her bag passes smoothly through Eddie leaves Steve feeling slightly hysterical.

He shakes his head and twists the key into the ignition.

“I don’t know why you think he’ll talk to me Rob,” Steve murmurs as they pulls out onto the road, the lack of traffic in the area would have been strange just a few months ago, but it's become the new norm in the wake of the earthquakes and sinkholes that opened up deep caverns throughout their town.

“He has to eventually, and this is as good a reason as any,” Robin says sharply, she drums her fingers against her glove compartment without looking at him, “it's probably the best way to get you two talking again, maybe Eddie’s onto something?”

Steve’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror again, Eddie’s gone.

“Maybe,” he sighs as they turn down Woodrow street, the rows and rows of identical houses seem to blur as they pass.

It's quiet as Steve pulls up across the street from the familiar house, he breathes out slowly as Robin unlatches her seatbelt and turns to him.

"Hey," Robin says softly, drawing his eyes away from the white knuckle grip he has on the wheel, "it's going to be fine, what's the worst he could say that he hasn't already?"

Robin winces as she says it.

It's true though, their fight, if you could even call it that - it mostly consisted of Steve silently standing there while Dustin screamed at him, left Steve cold and alone while Dustin took off on his bike, away from the hospital.

He'd been avoiding Steve ever since.

And Steve had asked after him, hoping for even the smallest crumb of information to make sure Dustin was okay.

The rest of the kids assured Steve that Dustin was fine, even Mike rolled his eyes after the fifth question and told Steve to, 'relax' and that Dustin would get over it eventually.

"He can't hate you forever man," Mike said, his voice uncharacteristically solemn as they took their turn keeping vigil over Max's still form.

But that had been weeks ago, and Mike hadn't been there in the end, how could he really say with such certainty that Dustin would come around eventually?

It's not like Steve was anything to these kids but the part time babysitter, he wasn't related to them, he wasn't dating Nancy anymore, and he wasn't in school with them.

Steve orbited their party, their little family, always operating just outside, just out of reach.

And that fact had never been clearer than the day that Dustin had told him to go to hell.

Steve sighs and rolls his eyes after a beat, "Anyone ever tell you, you’re amazing at the whole comfort thing?"

"Shut up," Robin breathes out as she opens the passenger door and climbs out.

They make their way up the driveway, past Mrs. Henderson's 62 Ford, and up to the steps before Steve hesitates.

He clenches his hands again and again, staring at the doorbell. He can do this, all he has to do is press the bell. Just extend his arm, a simple motion, so so simple, but his arms feel as though they have been tied to the concrete and the ropes are beginning to creep over his legs and feet.

Robin clears her throat and tilts forward on the balls of her feet, she leans into his space and lingers at his shoulder, "is this some kind of weird space wizard trick from those movies you idiots love? Are you going to will the door open?"

"Ya know--"

The words die in his throat as the door swings open a fraction.

The shadow from the dark foyer does nothing to hide the glare that paints Dustin's face, it looks so out of place from his normal cheerful demeanor. Steve wants nothing more than to hear Dustin smile while going on and on about his 'pearls', but his mouth remains twisted in an angry grimace.

He looks tired, purple bags have affixed themselves below his normally bright eyes, and his curls hang lank and limp across his face. He doesn’t have his hat today…in fact, if Steve thinks about it, he hasn’t had his hat since--

"What are you doing here?"

The words come out in a growl, Dustin’s hand remains on the door, ready to slam it shut at any time.

Steve's mouth opens and closes, oh god, where does he even begin. This is not how he thought he'd be mending this fence but here they are.

"I uh," he whispers, the words catch in his throat

Robin sighs and steps forward, just ahead of Steve, "Look, I get that you're mad dude, but we have a big problem”.

Dustin’s glare moves from Steve to Robin, he opens his mouth to say something else when another voice calls out from farther inside.

“Dusty, who’s at the door?”

Dustin inches the door away from him so it’s nearly closed once more, “No one mom--”

“Oh honestly Dustin, it must not be ‘no one’ if you-- oh!” Claudia Henderson appears just behind her son as she gently swings the door open all the way; she has her floral apron on and her blond curls are slightly in disarray as she swats at Dustin with the spatula still clasped in her hand.

“Steven, and…Robin is it?” Claudia flips on the porch light which buzzes just above them and bathes the steps in a warm yellow glow, Robin nods beside him and throws a lopsided grin at Mrs. Henderson, “well aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes, come on in, Dustin - don’t be so rude!”

“Mom--”

“I’m just making dinner, have you two eaten yet? Feel free to join us if you’d like,” Claudia calls over her shoulder as she turns and sweeps away from the foyer and back into the kitchen entryway.

Robin steps over the threshold, past Dustin who remains immovable inside the door frame, she turns back to Steve and tilts her head questioningly, you coming or what, she mouths at him silently.

Steve hesitates, his eyes fixed on Dustin who is scowling at Steve, but he slowly walks past him to follow Robin through the entryway and into the cozy living room.

The Henderson home is all soft textures and warm wood, a knit striped blanket is folded neatly on the back of a plush white rocking chair, while bold striped cushions populate the brown couch against the large front window.There are even more books on the shelves along the back wall than before and a new loud geometric wallpaper has sprouted up in the hall connecting the kitchen to the living room. The lace curtains have been drawn but for a small gap in the very center, ah, so that’s how Dusitn had known they were there.

“You guys uh, did some redecorating huh?” Steve manages, his voice slightly louder to reach Mrs. Henderson in the kitchen.

“Oh yes, thank you so much for noticing Steven, such a dear,” she calls out over the sound of clanging pots and running water, “dinner will just be a second if you kids want to make yourselves home in the living room, I just need to get these pans soaking”.

Robin perches herself on the rocking chair while Dustin sinks down onto the couch after a beat, Steve remains standing close to the glass coffee table, he won’t allow himself to sit, it's too soon.

“So…here’s the thing,” Robin says slowly, carefully, “and I’m going to need you to let me get through this before you interrupt”.

Dustin’s face remains pointed at the carpet, his arms curl up around himself as Robin speaks. Steve hates it, hates that this kid who has always been so unapologetically loud and happy seems so small now.

He did that.

“Just get to the point,” Dustin grinds out sharply, cutting off Robin’s babble and dropping the room in a brief but stilted silence. Steve sighs and swipes his hand through his hair, he steps forward, ready to explain but Robin beats him to it.

“Steve has a ghost, and we think it might be Eddie”.

“Get out,”

“No wait, listen--”

“No, you listen,” Dustin says lowly, his voice just barely above a whisper, “did you think this would work?”

Robin’s mouth shuts with an audible snap, her head swivels between Dustin, the kitchen entrance, and Steve, but words have seemingly failed her for the very first time as Dustin stands up and stalks towards where Steve is standing by the table. Steve still has a good six inches in height on Dustin but the fury that seems to course through his small frame hurts.

He did that too.

If Dustin tried to hit him right now, he’d probably let him.

“Did you think that lying to me, telling me that Eddie was what,” Dustin snarls as he clenches his fists tightly, “back from the dead, would get me to talk to you again, to trust you? I'm not some stupid kid anymore".

Dustin shakes his head as his lips turn down into a frown that wobbles just slightly, fuck.

“Get out of my house, get out of my life,” Dustin whispers before he turns on his heel and walks down the hallway towards the bedrooms.

Steve swallows hard, the small ache in his chest that had been present since he carried Dustin out of the Upside Down sharpens and claws its way out. He blinks away the heat from his eyes and resists the urge to bring his hand up to pinch his nose.

What the hell were they going to do now?

Robin stands up and makes her way to his side, she says something to Mrs. Henderson, he can’t quite make it out over the pounding in his ears, before herding Steve away from the living room and out the door.

It isn't until he's sat down in the driver's seat of the Beemer with Robin clicking on her seatbelt beside him that the tightness in his throat and chest begin to loosen.

Steve's eyes flick to the rearview to meet the soft brown gaze once more, Eddie's pale face stares from the backseat, his brows pinch together in a soft somber frown.

"S'not your fault Eddie," Steve whispers to the mirror, he feels Robin freeze beside him.

Robin reaches over to squeeze his shoulder briefly before slumping in her seat, "you know, it's not your fault either dingus," she whispers.

And that does it.

The brief hot sting behind his eyes that had dissipated since they left the Henderson's living room slams back into him, his throat closes up as he bites his lip hard enough for the tang of copper to seep into his mouth.

He blinks rapidly and brings a shaky hand up from the steering wheel up to pinch into his eyes, it's not enough to hide the tears from Robin though.

"Oh no, Steve, don't, come on," she tugs him over towards her into an awkward hug over the gearshift, "you know if you cry I'll cry and I finally got some decent mascara so I'll murder you if it goes to waste," she mumbles into his hair, her voice trembles just slightly as he presses into her warmth.

"I'll buy you another one," he says wetly into her shoulder, which startles a bark of laughter out of her.

They stay like that until the lean and the press of plastic and metal into Steve's ribs gets to be too much, until the last rays of copper light fade into blue as the sun finally sets behind the rows of houses and trees.

But for now, Steve let's himself be held.

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gurathins · 1 month

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what's the cynosure project 🎤 what does it aim to achieve and what is it actually achieving? is it public knowledge? what would the public reaction be to it if it is not currently public knowledge? who gets hurt - are the researchers and staff involved as much victims as the targets or are they complicit and bystood?

hope u don't mind me using long hair toby. or well, actually, not exactly long hair toby but like, toby right after its long hair era. haha. anyway. i looked at these questions and somehow went "oh this could sound like it's opening up to someone about it." someone it trusts a lot.

older toby's opinions here if u want to read them too.

will maybe add a drawing later once i draw it. but, well, haven't had time to do work on it 😭

toby's answer under the cut. warnings for death mention.

"We, um. We were testing out if there's a way to, um, create a hibernation-like state in emergencies so that it would be less likely for the badly injured patient to die while, um, waiting for help. And additionally to that, have the technology that causes such state also try and stop the bleeding. The idea is that it would be helpful since the patient wouldn't, well, bleed out on the street. While waiting for the EMT to arrive or to get to the hospital. Um, things like that. At least that's what was the long term goal..."

"No one really knows about it, it was a secret project and only some parts of it were public because it was, well, it was my doctorate topic. A thesis fair idea that got the corpo headhunters really excited. Signed up for an accelerated phd program this corporation and one university had, which basically meant, um, working in a corporate lab and whatever you come up with is their property. And that they make most decisions on how to use it in the end."

"The only public information, as much as I know, were my articles and doctorate, which didn't really say much about the project itself, only about how it could be possible to have a human in such state based on the tests."

"I don't know what would be the public's reaction if they found out about it.... especially about what happened in the end. It's um, well. I think Mackie would be in ruins? One can hope, anyway."

"During the tests we found that, while it does work as intended, it could also, well, be used in a wrong way. As a weapon, kinda. A bit of reprogramming or a glitch, and it would make a clueless carrier drop dead because the tech would block out their blood vessels, or won't let cells get oxygen. It was really bad. We mentioned about it once to the project leader and the steering group, saying that precautions should be made so that wouldn't happen."

"What do we get instead? Well. A few months later the steering group's report accidentally comes up to my, um, friend, Jack. He finds a mention of this exact problem there, except it's listed as 'possible other uses'. Honestly? I don't know what I expected from a corporation, but, well. I didn't know what they're like back then, I guess."

"We ended up deciding to bring this up to the media. It sounded like a good idea. Jack did some searching and we were contacted by this, um, anonymous person who claimed he were working for one newspaper. He told us he needs the whole report for the article, which only existed on a physical drive in the archive. We, um, planned a heist."

"Everything was going well for most of the time, until a guard showed up. Jack shot them. I ran to them and tried to help them, while ignoring Jack telling me to leave. We got into a small argument and in the end he just...left. The guard survived, at least, they even sent me a thank you card with a photo of their family, everyone being so happy. But, um... Jack didn't. They found his body at the place where we were supposed to meet this media person. I still don't know what happened, but I guess something went wrong and, well..." *long pause*

"I don't know if we could have stopped it. We told them it's a risk and that it should be made sure that this would not be possible. They pushed this part of development to the end of the backlog, and, well. I don't know. Maybe it wouldn't have happened if we would've continued to say how important it is to get rid of it or how unhappy we are about it? Or if I went to talk to the steering group about it?"

"I, um, I.... I feel like this is all my fault, as someone who came up with the whole thing... and as someone who picked the wrong way to try and solve the problem..."

#asks #oc: tobias #🔍 cynosure

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satellite-runner · 2 years

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The significance of the color red (the venom siblings)

[Tw's: Canon typical violence, misgendering, child neglect? I physically couldn't bare looking at this thing any longer and it's already been like a month since I said I'd post it. I didn't even finish it but I figured I'd just post what I have. Sorry that if its formated badly and the grammar/punctuation is off, i only have my phone to write and post on. Ive also never posted fanfiction online before so theres that to]

Everyone knows the venom siblings both include red as part of their primary colors.

What most don’t know is why they do.

Party Poison had striking red hair and matching makeup on their neck. The hair was done first, long before the iconic red splatter over their jugular. Poison doesn’t like to think of themselves as an attention seeker, more like they drew attention. they couldn’t control it, eyes constantly on them whether they liked it or not; especially in their first few years in the zones, it caused a lot of trouble. They needed to fly under the radar. Fresh out of the city, barely fighting off Dracs coupled with the desert heat and starvation, they couldn’t afford to be the one flame moths were drawn to. For a long time, they thought they were cursed. It caused them unimaginable grief. Getting them in rumbles and duels before they even knew how to shoot proper but somehow surviving.

They knew when they were just Juvie Halls, Kobra had a psychology book on the effects different colors had on the mind. Poison wasn’t all that interested in reading but Kobra was. He loved books, once he got his hands on any book of any genre, he wouldn’t put it down until he finished. The psychology book being one of the first few non-city regulation books the young boy had, he spoke about it a lot. It was clear Kobra liked the color red the most, he talked about it constantly and mostly its effects. Red meant plenty of things: love, anger, passion, hatred, desire, strength, anxiety, help and danger. One thing that struck the siblings about the color was that it was always loud. It screamed in need of attention, it was yelling to everyone, “Look at me! Look at me!”

Once they landed a semi-permanent home with Dr. D, Cherri Cola, and Show Pony, Poison found themselves bored. They’d spend only Witch knows how long looking at their appearance, the urge to change becoming insatiable. They felt too city-like. It was clear they were green, with a city accent and no proper sense of zone fashion, plain brown hair and no tattoos or piercings. They were painfully plain. They couldn’t stand it, seeing themselves in any kind of reflective surface, it made them sick (they later learned that was also related to their gender dysphoria but lets smooth over that for now). So for the next supply run, they asked Pony to find them some bleach and red hair dye. They felt a bit dirty, stealing Kobra's favorite color right out from under him, but he reassured them that it was okay. Despite turning to Pony about their problem with their appearance, they couldn't stand having the person to also help with the dyeing process. So they got Kobra to do it, under Pony’s careful instructions. After all that, their hair was shaggy and their scalp burnt– but their hair was firetruck red. They couldn't find Kobra any gloves to wear so his hands were just as red, the color staining both of their souls permanently. Poison spent so long staring at themselves in their shitty, broken mirror, transfixed by the fact that the color felt so much like them. Eventually, Kobra had to drag them out of the bathroom, making Poison realize that the matching stain on Kobra’s skin made red feel like the both of them.

The vibrant color felt fitting, their outward appearance finally matched with their skill to draw attention. Now it was them that visibly screamed, “Look at me! Look at me! I'm rebelling!” Of course, the dyed hair took away any chance they had to live life peacefully as a neutral. the vibrancy went so far against Bli’s black and white that it was a death sentence. They weren’t bothered about it though, they wouldn’t have been able to live with themselves if they complied with Bli’s rules out in the desert instead of inside their walls, they needed to rebel.

Dyed hair was symbolic no matter where you lived, even just highlights would get you re-educated inside the city. In neutral towns, you could get away with a blonde streak or two but color was still a large no-no. But with killjoys? Neon was the norm. Dyed hair, bright clothes, painted vehicles, painted guns, graffiti. You couldn't step into killjoy territory without seeing so many colors your head would hurt. Once again color screams, and it screamed, “Look at me! Look at me! I'm not alone! We are rebelling! We made these dyes and paint! We are rebelling!”

The red stain of Poison’s hair dye on Kobra's hands was not the first piece of red symbolism he took on. He’d taken a shine to the color early on, finding its brightness captivating.

He knew Poison was always the center of attention; always catching eyes and turning heads, always being sought out for advice and reassurance. People looked up to Poison, but overlooked Kobra. He was mostly okay with this, seeing just how crushing the weight of the attention Poison received could be. But sometimes, he just wished to be the one they looked at. He was skilled and smart too! Just because he was younger didn’t mean he was useless!

When they got into the zones, Kobra was just a boy. He was barely ten and still unsure of his own pronouns, letting people call him a girl, never speaking up about the horrible churning pain it stirred in his chest. He could ignore it if he distracted himself enough, if he used everyone's lack of attention on him to his advantage.

They hopped from crew to crew often, no one was willing to take in two kids so young and unwieldy. Poison was loud, clumsy and angry. Kobra was virtually mute, standoffish and suffocating to be around. It left all the attention to Poison, like always. By the third or fourth crew they passed through, Kobra had the perfect system for swiping things from them. Poison would inevitably do something that needed everyone’s undivided attention and no one would notice the little girl slipping his tiny hands in their pockets or bags, rifling through and stealing anything with a significant amount of red on it. Poison knew Kobra did this but could never find a reason to force him to stop. He didn’t take anything important and most of the time, the crew wouldn’t even notice anything was missing until after the siblings were already gone. they never suspected the innocent little girl and Poison was just too boisterous to steal anything without immediately giving themselves up.

A few years later, the siblings stumbled upon the radio shack. After a few weeks of observation, it was impossible for Dr. D to not notice the boy's obsession with the color. There were a lot of things that were impossible to miss about the boy, actually. He was almost always non-verbal for one and he was scary smart for a kid his age. He was standoffish and shy, not telling anyone much about himself other than the fact he was not a girl (which was more so said through Poison but Dr. D liked to count it anyway) but he was also polite, thoughtful and scared. The poor boy was terrified. It took Doc a few weeks and a lot of gentle prodding to learn he was so scared because they’ve never stayed in one place for so long.

It wasn’t surprising, it wasn't shocking, instead it was sad. The kid was well into his teens at fourteen years of age and never settled into one spot for more than two months, hell, the boy knew every zone like the back of his hand simply because he had lived in every inch of sand the desert had to offer. Neither of the siblings ever had a home or a crew to call their own. It was then and there Doc decided he’d do anything he could for the siblings, care for them until they found their own crew, spend every last carbon he had on them for them to realize that they were worth it, until they understood he wanted to keep them around.

It was a no-brainer to look for red clothing the next supply run he went on.

He was beyond delighted when he found two (mostly) red jackets that seemed right up Kobra's alley. He picked up a few zonemade sketchbooks and pens at Tommy Chow Meins for Poison, so it didn't look like he favored Kobra over them.

When he got back to the radio shack, Kobra and Poison were on the floor. Poison was laying on their back talking animatedly to Kobra as he sat about a foot away, listening. Kobra was very good at listening, especially when it was Poison talking.

"You two! C'mere!" He gestured towards the siblings, waving them over to where he stood in the middle of the room. The pair got up excitedly (well, Kobra looked more confused than excited) after seeing Doc holding something behind his back, out of their view.

He'd found two red gift bags to package the presents in, figuring the color suited the both of them just fine. He found both of them rocked on the balls of their feet when waiting.

"I got you two some gifts!" he grinned, pulling the bags from behind his back, presenting them to the siblings.

The young 'joys looked at him apprehensively, with Kobra even taking a half step back. It took a few words of reassurance for them to take the bags let alone open them at all.

Poison reacted first, gasping when they pulled out the twine tied pack of pens and a few handmade sketchbooks. They practically squealed, tackling Doc into a hug that he happily returned. He was so distracted by the older venom sibling that he didn't notice Kobra putting on the lighter weighted jacket of the two.

The jacket was too big, engulfing the boy’s body. It was a windbreaker. Zipping up to the chin, the sleeves and lower half a faded red with an upper panel of mustard yellow that started at the chest and went up to the chin. Truly Dr D didn't know the boy's sensory issues with clothing, so he'd gone over the common things like no tags or feelable threads or seams. Past that, he had no clue if Kobra liked the fabric, the zipper or the noise it made when moving. He'd just hoped he could find someone who liked the jackets if Kobra didn't.

Kobra twisted and turned in the jacket, getting a sense of what it was like. The zip going all the way up to his jaw was weird, though not a feeling he couldn't get used to. It was baggy, an adult jacket was indeed unfit for a malnourished teen. But he adored the colors, the yellow matched with his bleached hair perfectly, the red just a few shades lighter than Poison’s ‘in your face’ red. The sleeves and waist were cuffed with fabric that was softened with time, making him feel secure in the article of clothing.

He felt like lightning had been shot through him, coming out in the flapping of his hands and the chewing of his bottom lip. The jacket concealed his horribly feminine figure, the colors were eye-catching but not overwhelming. Instead, he got the immense feeling to never take the jacket off, it felt like the missing piece of the puzzle he was looking for. It was staggering.

Doc looked back to the younger sibling, finding him to be stimming up a storm. The jacket suited him surprisingly well, the faded hues blending well with his hair and skin tone. Doc could easily see the boy growing into the jacket and have it become an easy part of his iconic killjoy outfit.

It took a lot of convincing for Kobra to try on the other jacket. This jacket was all red and much heavier, thicker, stuffier and once again far too large.

Doc hummed in thought, looking over the 'joy.

"It's a motorbike jacket, we gotta get you a bike to go with it," he said casually. In passing just to wipe the confusion of both the siblings' faces. They all still understood it as a promise, they would get him a bike to go with it.

Dr D watched with pride as Kobra took to the first jacket immediately, wearing it every day he could. A year or two later, after they'd found him a sketchy city surgeon to give him top surgery and supply him with HRT, Kobra reinstated his love for the jacket as he filled it out with some muscle. The jacket no longer swamped him and hid his figure, the tighter fit brought him a constant sense of confidence and security.

Kobra's name grew from being unheard of to being whispered in alleyways, his reputation in duels and rumbles turned heads. People started to recognise him by his iconic jacket, bleached hair and sunglasses. People started to know who he was, when walking past a deck o’ cards, it wasn’t only his sibling who was spoken about in admired, hushed words.

When Kobra and Poison were grown, with two close friends, Doc was sure they'd run off with to start a crew of their own. They celebrated their final zone birthday before Doc had to watch his first two permanent strays leave him behind (it was dramatic,

he'd still have Pony living him with and 'joys from all over the zones popping in and out)

Zone birthdays were important for city borns. Zone birthdays were for the fortunate bats that made it for more than a year in the desert, an anniversary of the day they escaped Bli’s black and white life and making it to the zone's neon. Dr D knew he'd have to make this one a big one, give them the biggest presents he could before they were suddenly gone, not filling the Radio Shack with excited laughter, ramblings, fights and endless creativity. He'd miss those venom kids.

Doc left for a week to secure Kobra’s present, leaving Poison’s present to Pony (he put his trust into them, knowing they always had luck on their side)

He left Cherri in charge, being the second oldest (which really wasn't that far ahead of the siblings) and slightly more responsible than Pony. Cherri was much more laid back than the Doc, less strict on the rules, basically letting the 'joys do whatever they liked as long as they didn't die or leave any evidence behind to a crime.

That's how the venom siblings ended up drunk on Zonemead, rambling to the poor guy about anything and everything. As it often did, their conversation gradually drifted to the color red and its significance. That piqued Cherri’s interest, because it lit up Kobra’s face (his eyes widened slightly, the biggest facial expression he'd make these days) and his hands curled in the thick fabric of his pants.

The topic stuck, going over psychology, theory and speculation. They came to one conclusion, red was important. It was a stable of not only the desert, killjoys and revaluation, but life in general. Cherri could vividly describe to you the suffocating feeling of being around something larger than you. The feeling that always choked him up after having a long conversation with the venom siblings.

While Cherri was primarily there to keep everyone alive and well, his job was to also distract them. The presents they were getting weren't exactly easy to conceal as time goes on.

Doc always got discounts, no matter where he went. He was the only zone-wide radio host, keeping everyone company on their best and worst days. He was every 'joy’s friend, everyone knew his name and radio station number by heart. For many lone wolves, he was the only friend they had. He wasn't shocked when he got to the shop where he ordered Kobra’s custom bike and they immediately docked the price so heavily it cost the same as a box of power pup. It helped that everyone knew who Kobra Kid was. He pretended not to notice the 'joy getting starry eyed at the mention of the boy, for their sake.

Pony was admittedly running late on Poison’s present. They hadn't actually thought about anything to get the red head, just trusting that they'd stumble across something perfect like they always did. It was a day and half after Doc left and they still haven't done much more than hop couches and wander the zones like they always did. The crew they were running with for the day was familiar, a young crew who had been hanging around the radio station every now and again.

"Pony!" One of them yelled out, a pink haired boy who went by Sandman.

"Yes, darlin'?" They hummed, skating over to where the 'joy had been rummaging through a few dilapidated buildings. Pony hadn't bothered joining, their skates not faring too well through the rubble, they didn't fancy eating concrete that particular day.

"I think there's something shiny you might like there," he grinned back, sweeping his arm to a rusted garage. Maybe the buildings once belonged to a neutral village, there wasn't enough color for it to point towards it being a killjoy village and the architecture looked plain.

Pony rolled over to the entrance, leaning over to peak under the roller door that Sandman forcefully pried open moments prior.

What they saw, they'd have never expected to see out in the dregs of zone 5. A car, dusty and half covered with a sheet that Sandman had clearly just moved. It was a nice car, sleek and looked like it was once well looked after. Pony wasn't a motorhead, they couldn't have told you what kind it was but it really was shiny.

"Wow, a Trans am! Haven't seen one of those in real life before!" Another 'joy in the crew whistled, his coily hair bouncing around his head. He ducked under the garage door, marvelling at the vehicle.

The familiar thing in Ponys chest clicked, they knew they'd found the right present. They sent a quick 'thank you' to the deities before ducking under the door themselves.

Just like that, a few days of work on the car and Doc's tedious journey back with a new bike, they secured both the venom siblings a shiny new vehicle for their fresh start.

Birthday parties always worked the same in the radio shack. It'd be done in the lounge, where there was the most space. They'd wrapped and wheeled Kobras present into the room, and had just wrapped the keys to Poison's car tightly up in a box. The siblings always had a race to open their presents first, the wrapping getting more intricate and difficult over the years.

The siblings got blindly placed in front of their presents, Jet's hands covering Kobras eyes and Ghoul's covering Poisons.

Both the presents were wrapped wildly, layers of tape, paper, wire, anything they could get their hands on to make the packaging impossible to tear open quickly. The venom siblings always knew how to get through it anyway, finding which string to pull and what wire to rip.

They were both rocking on the balls of their feet as everyone counted down, excitement thrumming through their veins.

As soon as Doc yelled 'go!' They were scrambling. Poison threw themselves onto their knees, pulling the little box onto their lap and throwing off the first layer of newspaper. Kobra had immediately wrapped his hands into the first layer, snagging some string underneath. They were both much too busy trying to win the race to think about what their gifts may be, neither even so much as glancing at the other's present.

The room was full of screaming and cheering, incoherent yells of names and directions. Kobra felt his heart rise into his throat as his fingers met a white sheet. They always used fabric as the final layer between the wrapping and the present, to try ensure no damage was done to the actual gift in the onslaught. He heard poison scream next to him, so he assumed they'd hit the fabric as well. He desperately clawed the fabric away, only to be left utterly speechless despite the overwhelming noise around him.

It was a motorbike. Not a city one either, a real honest to Witch zone made motorbike. It was painted a shiny blood red.

Poison furrowed their brow as they tore open the box, throwing the fabric covering the small item inside. They were faced with a pair of keys. They looked handmade and a bit junky, like most keys were in the zones. It took them a long moment to realize it was a set of car keys. The ribbon holding them together was a faded red.

#venom siblings #danger days #ttlotfk hcs #ttlotfk #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #party poison #kobra kid

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 2 years

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Hi BMT! I'm a taekooker. I know it sounds like it's going to be bad, but hear me out.

I started supporting taekook because I couldn't choose a bias in bts. So it was taekook. And then I discovered the actual taekook Fandom and I just? Wow? And like I understand. I get the fantasy where you don't want your idol to end up with a female that's not you. So you ship them together. And I'm a taekooker. But taekookers really have gone too far.

Recently I've been seeing these edits on YouTube. Overanalysing JK's playlist (something about him listening to this gay artist? Means he's gay?) And then the thing with Tae's twitter post just.

So get this, they say that this is definitely proof. Like them supporting the LGBTQ community means they're gay and in love. And I just. I guess I wanted to out it out there? Somehow? The fact that just because they support LGBTQ doesn't mean they're gay.

And at one point, I thought taekook was real cause of all the overanalysing (that was a real low point). But now I just think we're all delusional. Mostly the taekookers.

I mean, what if they're all just normal bros who maybe flirt sometimes. I know, I know. Highly unlikely. BUT maybe. What if. You know? What if we're just seeing things that aren't there?

ALSO ALSO on another note. Yoongi in the recent Run BTS dance video just. Pure freaking art.

Hi there!

It's funny, I know someone who had a similar dilemma when she first discovered BTS. She liked both Tae and Jungkook, but she couldn't pick one and I told her there's no need to choose 😄 No one imposes a limit. But her direction into the fandom was different cause she liked them separately and at some point, the Wooga squad became more interesting. And then she left kpop and moved on to greener pastures. Would I call her a taekooker because those two were her biases? Yes and no. I do think that an affiliation to a ship can be used when someone likes the ship, be it in a friendship/dynamic sense or romantic.

I appreciate you sending me this ask. It was interesting to read about your journey and how you see your two biases. Despite the problematic things taekookers do (including today with the tagging of nsfw art to friends of Tae), they also do engage in the same practices as any other shippers, from the youtube analysis, to the playlist analysis from which they draw conclusions towards the guys' sexual orientation. The methods are all the same, the story and content is different. I see this happening everywhere. I personally like JM and JK, but you can imagine how I rolled my eyes when I saw jikookers saying Jungkook's music must be related to missing Jimin because he was away or in the hospital. It's a reach, specifically when the arguments are based on such little "evidence" that is mostly based on speculation.

The thing that separates shippers are the big narratives they construct, while at the same time they have similarities due to the methods I mentioned above.

Not everything is an evidence for something else, not everything is a sign, not every time they hang out together must be a date, etc., especially when it's not used contextually. I think that's the main problem I see, which you pointed out as well.

Of course the possibility of just seeing things that are not there is quite high, simply because, as fans, we don't have access to their entire life. We only know what they allow us access to know. So, that should be kept in mind.

And on a last note, I think Yoongi biased wrecked everyone this year. I love his glow-up. Not that Yoongi didn't always make victims wanting to either marry him or sue him, but there's something else here. I can't pin point it, but I love it. He's feeling himself, more carefree, more in tune with his fashion style. And that hair 🥵

#bmt asks #taekook #taekook ship #bts ships #bts ships narratives

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scheodingers-muppet · 2 years

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okay it’s taylor time: evermore edition. some are shorter cause I kept hitting the character limit

willow: steddie, from eddie’s pov. "Rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife" and how they both almost instantly got along. "The more that you say, the less I know" and realizing this idea of "King Steve" Eddie had was completely wrong. "Wherever you stray, I follow" "Life was a willow, and it bent right to your wind" Steve "rich kid" Harrington. "Like you were a trophy or a champion ring" our favorite jock. "Show me the places where the others gave you scars" Imagine Steve and Eddie going on walks in the woods together after season 4 and Steve telling Eddie all the past stories. "Every bait-and-switch was a work of art" and Steve's way of flirting is to act uninterested.

champagne problems: Stancy, from Nancy's pov. I know I say every breakup song is Stancy, but c'mon. Let's be real here. Replace the proposal with the Halloween fight and champagne with punch and it's literally season 2. "I dropped your hand while dancing, left you out there standing crestfallen on the landing" "Your heart was glass, I dropped it" "You had a speech, you're speechless" "This dorm was once a madhouse. I made a joke 'Well, it's made for me'" paired with "She could have made such a lovely bride. What a shame she's fucked in the head" and the fact Nancy was dealing with her trauma during season 2 and was likely feeling very mentally unwell due to that. I also think Nancy feels a lot of anger and fears that she's "crazy" in the sense of what to do with said anger.

gold rush: Steve thinking about King Steve. Steve sees himself as separate to King Steve, I think. Like King Steve was a character that he was playing, feeling like a fraud. He hates it, but everyone loved him. "Everybody wants you, but I don't like a gold rush." "What was it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes?" "I call you out on your contrarian shit" and Steve actively showing he's no longer that person, showing he's changed. "Had never seen a love as pure as it, and then it fades into the gray of my day-old tea" and Steve blaming his King Steve side for what happened with Nancy.

'tis the damn season: Jancy, from Jonathan's pov. I want them to get in a huge fight in season 5. Imagine Jonathan comes home for the holidays and tries to win her back. "The road not taken looks real good now" "It always leads to you in my hometown" "I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave." "You could call me babe for the weekend" "Sleep in half the day, just for old times' sake" and them almost being late to work season 3 cause they would sleep in. "Wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm faking"

tolerate it: El and Mike. I'm ignoring the age gap part of this song because (luckily) it doesn't match anyone in the show, however, the rest DOES match this situation. "I sit and watch you" and El observing everything in season 1. "if it's all in my head, tell me now. Tell me I've got it wrong somehow. I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it." and the season 4 fight. "While you were out building worlds, where was I?" You can't convince me season 4 Mike wouldn't blow off El for Hellfire if she didn't move. "Where's the man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?" and how Mike was so insistent she wouldn't hurt them in season 1. "Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life." "Drawing hearts by the byline"

no body, no crime: Karen and Joyce. I think they were best friends before everything with the Upside Down happened, through Will and Mike. I could see this being about Lonnie or Ted. I'm choosing to pretend this song is just about cheating and not the husband murdering his wife here. But I think Karen is deeply unhinged and we just never get to see it. I need to see her go crazy. I also wouldn't put it past either of them to murder the others husband if he cheated.

happiness: Nancy about Barb. "They'll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you." Honestly, this entire chorus. Even after the monsters and the terror and being haunted by what happened, Nancy has fought her way to some kind of happiness. "I hope she'll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you" about saying goodbye to the girl she used to be and letting go of that version of her. "You haven't met the new me yet." "There is happiness in our history. Across our great divide, there is a glorious sunrise dappled with the flickers of light." Happiness in their memories and the divide being life and death. The lights being the Christmas lights.

dorothea: Robin and Steve!!! Platonic, of course. But like, if Robin goes out of town for college : ( "Making a lark of the misery" I just know they'd be so sad without each other. "This place is the same as it ever was, but you don't like it that way" "It's never too late to come back to my side...And if you're ever tired of being known for who you know, you know you'll always know me" "Skipping the prom, just to piss off your mom" They definitely just had a movie night during Robin's prom.

coney island: Lumax. "If this is the long haul, how'd we get here so soon?" They both want it to last forever. "Did I close my wrist around something delicate? Did I shatter you?" Max worried about her trauma bringing down the group, Lucas worried to even tell Max about the Upside Down so she wouldn't get hurt, only to hold her as she was possibly dying. "Sorry for not making you my centerfold" They're both dealing with a lot; albeit, various degrees of seriousness. But they haven't gotten to be there for each other. "I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me" Max things she's too much for a relationship. "Do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?" I see Max casted as a rogue if she ever played DnD. "Sorry for not winning you an arcade ring" "Did I paint you bluest skies the darkest grey?" "The sight that flashed before me was your face" and Max seeing the dance to help her break away from Vecna.

ivy: Jopper. "I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bone in a faith-forgotten land" reuniting due to the Upside Down. "I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living" Joyce immediately went for it, the moment she thought he could be alive. "My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand" Russia, also Joyce is definitely anemic. "I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland" Joyce has tried to move on from Hopper multiple times. "The fatal flaw that makes you long to be magnificently cursed" and Hopper thinking he's the curse.

cowboy like me: Steddie. "Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear" "Hustling for the good life" Steve is the constant sports to get into a good school, Eddie is selling drugs to get some more money. "The ladies lunching have their stories about...before I locked it down" "Your boots beneath my bed"

long story short: Ronance. "I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me" and the Upside Down. Nancy picked school, Robin picked staying in the closet. "Clung to the nearest lips, long story short, it was the wrong guy" "I always felt I must look better in the rear view" I think Robin has lost a lot of close friends that was closer to situationships. "We live in peace, but if someone comes as us... I'm ready" Nancy. "No more keeping score" and Nancy being jealous in season 4.

marjorie: Dustin about Eddie. I'm sorry. "All your...backlogged dreams and how you left them all to me"

closure: Byler. "Staying friends would iron it out so nice" "The sea you put between you and me"

evermore: Max. "I've been down since July" "Writing letters addressed to the fire" "Can't remember what I used to fight for" "I rewind the tape, but all it does is pause"

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Jealousy.

Lars Ulrich | Metallica (Masterlist)

No one understood why the hell we weren’t together. Neither did I. Everything we did was like a damn couple.

When I was a teen, meeting Lars Ulrich seemed like a dream. His long brown hair and accent captivated me. Eventually we became close friends, even moved into the same place once. We cuddled, played drums, sing, read, draw etc. Even told our deepest secrets. No one could separate us, but somehow we never became girlfriend and boyfriend. Call me selfish, I wanted more than that. But I knew, I wasn’t his type.

Once he formed Metallica with James Hetfield in 1981 it was fun. I enjoyed the boys company even though I was not apart of the band, I was family and close friend. I felt special, I was the only girl able to stick around or be around them a lot. Sure, there was groupies but they weren't important. They were irrelevant. Tried replace me but never worked.

1994, been decade since I meet Lars. Guess what? Still fucking close friends. Anyways, who would have thought that the Courtney Love would hang out with Metallica. Surprisingly she became good friends with the guys. Was I jealous? Yeah. I knew she was obsessed with Lars. Why did I feel replaced?

Problem was I couldn't just ditch them, they were my ticket back to LA. So decided to hang out with random people. As of right now, I was 5th wheeling load of bullshit. "Hey...helloo." Lars waved his hand in front of my face. “Huh?” I zoned back in looking around my surroundings and at Lars. "Finally, it took me 2 minutes. You good?" "Yeah..I'm good." Of course he didn’t believe me but shrugged it off. "Well, we're heading back to the place now. Come on." Lars gently grabbed my hand, holding it, as we all walked to the car.

Courtney was already seated in the passenger side. James sat in the back by himself, soon I filled in the space. Kirk and Jason went somewhere else. Lars was now driving, talking to Courtney. "You good?" James rubbed my back. "Yeah, just tired from traveling you know?" "Tell me about it." James laughed softly then whispered. "You need to tell Lars about your feelings...it's been long enough." I sighed looking away. "I know James..but-" ”it's okay me, Kirk and Jason are here for you. If he rejects you then he's just being a dumb blind bitch." James knew how to cheer me up.

Wednesday arrived, didn't feel like doing anything so I laid in bed. Courtney left a day before, she had work to do. So it just me and Lars in a hotel room. Everyone had their own rooms except for us. Lars went out earlier but I didn’t feel like tagging along. "I'm back! Where are you?" Lars shut the door heading to the room. "I'm here." "You're still in bed? What's wrong?" Lars got worried sitting next to you. It was now or never.

"Promise me that this won't change our friendship." I played with his hand out of boredom. "I promise.." I sighed deeply. "I liked you for so fucking long Lars, but I guess you were so blind. Now I'm finally confessing. I don't give a shit if you reject me, younger me would but now I don't care." He was surprised. Not being able to form any words to save his life. "I'm so sorry I didn't realize, hell-" A huge frown was plastered on his face as I interrupted him. “are you and Courtney together?" He scoffed "what? No." He rested his hand on my cheek. "I like you too. Please don't leave me. I never meant to make you feel replaced or hurt." Lars moved closer towards me, being able to feel his breath on my face. "I won't. Especially everything we went through together. Never." He leaned in kissing me. No space in between.

#Lars Ulrich x reader #Metallica #new writer blog #Fanfic writing #metallica fanfiction

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Sometimes, even now, I'll catch myself thinking "I want my mom"

But my mom's right there.

She's right there and every single little action of hers tells me "I don't want you."

But she wanted me before, did she not? She wanted me. I was sure of it.

When I was little and angry. When I was sad and scared. When I was lonely and crying. She wanted me.

She loved me.

I don't know what happened to that.

Maybe it was when I cut my hair and changed my clothes and my name and my voice. Maybe it was when I became her son instead of her daughter.

Or maybe... Just maybe. It was before then, too.

I'd always felt unwanted. In a way.

Lonely in my own home.

Can't speak, too bold.

Can't laugh, too loud.

Can't read, too quiet.

Can't eat, too messy.

So I learned to be just the right amount of clever. Just the right amount of volume. Just the right amount of bored. Just the right amount of careful.

And then I grew tired. And stressed. And even more lonely.

Everyone around me, all these people loved me, they loved the mask, the smile on my face. The bubbly pip pop of characters I'd mirror, missing that glow on the inside so I'd show it on the out, hoping to blind others to my problems.

And it worked. For a bit.

I'd always bragged of my lack of a "teenage phase" despite my blue hair and ripped jeans. I was still kind. I was still sweet. I was still docile. I was still obedient.

I was good like a dog, chasing the scraps of academic rewards and books and art supplies, anything that would help me create a world in which I belonged. A world in which somehow, in some way, my mother would be proud of me like she was my brother.

With his straight A's and manly muscles and big boy job with big boy money and his... His boy body.

Everything I lacked.

I was not her son. I was her daughter. Her second born. Her problem child.

Her indifference used to be quiet. Unnoticeable in the day to day. I used to be happy, begging for scraps. Showing her my drawings. Giving her my paintings. Creations I'd made with my own two hands that she would accept with a smile. A true smile. A smile of delight.

I don't get that now.

I think I've forgotten what it looks like.

Except in my memory.

Coming home to the car.

Finding her with my coat on the heater.

The pride on her face knowing I'd be warm.

Because of her kindness. Her thoughtfulness.

I was five then, I think.

I'm nineteen now.

She had dreams for me.

Big dreams.

I did, too.

Veterinarian, dog trainer, dog groomer, anything I could get my chubby little hands on that I could take care of anything fluffy.

And she believed in me.

And so I believed in myself.

Until she stopped.

Until I got sick.

And disabled.

And worthless.

I am worthless.

I am no longer little. But I am still angry. I am still sad and scared. I am lonely and crying.

But she doesn't want me.

I have always been my mother's child. A mamas boy.

But my mama didn't want a boy.

She wanted a girl.

One with pretty dresses and skinned knees and long golden hair.

She wanted a girl.

And I wanted to be that for her.

I wanted to be good.

I wanted to make her proud.

But I never will.

Because as long as I am not her son, she is not my mom.

No matter how hard my heart breaks at the thought.

#transgender #mommy issues #trauma #transphobes

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im-notbean · 1 year

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PunzWasTaken Soulmate AU

How it Works;

You feel all pain your soulmate does

You get a mark located on your collar bone when your 18, which represents your soulmates personally

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DREAM never even though he would get his soulmate or that they were very careful. The most pain he got was from blood draws in his right elbow and shots which had stopped by now.

Sapnap and George had gotten their soulmates already. Sapnap had Karl and George had Fundy and Dream, had no one as far as he knew. His mark was a necklace more specifically a chain of some sorts. Somehow Quackity and Wilbur got soulmates and had convinced him to join his Jackbox stream.

The stream went well and off camra the topic of soulmates came up. Thankfully he wasn't the only one who didn't have their soulmate yet, Punz also didn't have his soulmate.

"So...Punz and Dream don't have their soulmates?" "Yep, gotta problem Quackity?" "No-" "Is that a threat Punz?" "Wilbur shut up. You can't be talking here." "He has a point Will, unless you come and vist me then." "Get a room!" "My poor ears, my poor ears."

Punz fake cries as everyone else just laughs, Punz saying that it's not fair he doesn't have his soulmate yet. Dream joining in with the fake crying also complains about his soulmate. They end being the last people in the so naturally Punz goes to play valo and Dream just makes him share his screen on Discord to watch.

~Time skip~

"Should I turn my facecam on?"

The question, unanswered, was ment for Dream. He had began to zone out and bounce his leg simultaneously, Punz would wait, Punz had always been patient with Dream.

"Huh?" "You heard me pretty boy, should I turn my camera on?" "Uh- Sure- If you want to..."

Dream didn't get flustered often, big surprise to some. It took a lot for his to get flustered, but when he was back in his body after zoning out it didn't take that much and believe me. It's confusing me here to hun.

"It's on now Clay." "Oh wow..."

Dream was shocked, Punz had dirty blonde, almost brown hair, green eyes, and was wearing a hoodie, one of his merch hoodies more specifically. Dream noticed the gold chain he was wearing, it was quite similar to the one on his collar bone.

"You know it's just us, you should turn your camera on Clay." "Why?" "Because why not?" "Fine I'll do it Luke."

Dream turned his camera on, his white tee-shirt showing some of his collar with his soulmate mark. Punz's eyes widened with shock as he saw the mark. It was almost an exact replica of his chain. Dream moved his camera a bit before leaning back in his chair, slumping down a bit. Punz had exited out of valorant after he lost his last game. He stared into Dream's discord camrea.

"Your soulmate mark, look's a ton like my chain. Hm." "It does...well...what's you soulmate mark?" "Eh nothing special, a smiley face." "Ah, lots of people could have that." "Well, we could test this out. One of us pinches ourselves, if the other feels it, were soulmates." "Why would we do that?" "Dunno why not?" "Fair enough, What happens if...we end up being soulmates?" "That's for another time kay." "Fine by me."

Punz pinched himself and Dream moved his arm in pain. He shook it briefly before his eyes widened in shock to meet Punz's eye who had the same exact expression. They blinked a couple of times before Punz laughed awkwardly.

"So~ Clay....this is another time?"

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#dream smp #dsmp #dream #punz #soulmates #dsmp soulmate au #punwasktaken #im notbean #gay #bisexual #lgbt pride #lgbtq #pansexuel

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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24 or 6 from the prompt list? Any pairing you fancy would be great!

6. soooo *twirling hair and fluttering eyelashes* why does everyone think you're a freak

There was a heavy thunk as someone came over the top of the booth and slid down into the corner of the booth. Barry startled, scooting away to give Lup the space she would need. Not that he could scoot away too much, considering Taako slid into the booth next to him, trapping him in the middle. Maybe could Barry could slip under the table if he needed to leave. He thought about the state of his back problems right now and figured that he'd only do that in a worst-case scenario.

Like if Lup caught something on fire and Taako wouldn't budge.

Or if they tried to beat him up or something.

Both were actually not that unlikely, but Barry was trying not to think about it.

"Sooo," Lup said, propping her elbows up on the table. She twirled one of her curls around her finger. On his other side, Taako somehow managed to get his feet onto the table, though with the space he had, it was more like his entire legs were up there. "Why does everyone think you're a freak?"

"I- uhm." This was not what Barry had been expecting. He didn't really know what he had been expecting, because Lucretia's general summary of the twins yesterday had just been "people who you want on your team for Fantasy Family Feud." He cleared his throat. "Excuse me?"

"Why does everyone think you're a freak," Lup repeated like that helped clear it up any.

"Who- who thinks I'm a freak?" Barry asked, trying not to feel too hurt.

"Oh, y'know," Taako said. "Magnus."

"Merle, too."

"Me."

"Lucretia."

"Lucretia said I'm a freak?" Barry said because that one did hurt a little.

"She didn't use those exact words," Lup said. "Actually, I think the only one she explicitly called a freak was Merle and we all know that's true already-" a fair assessment. Barry had seen him sweet talking the cactus Barry had put on his desk. "But she was like..."

"She said that you seem like the kind of guy who picks up roadkill off the side of the road," Taako interjected.

"Yeah," Lup said, snapping her fingers.

"That's not really a freaky thing to do," Barry said. "Like, if no one else is gonna take 'em I might as well-"

"You actually do that?" Lup demanded, slamming her hands on the table. She looked delighted. When Barry cast a glance over at Taako again, he looked less so. "That's wild, dude! How is that not in your definition of crazy!"

"What'd'you-" Taako cut himself off, giving a little breathless laugh. Lup leaned back, giggling a little to herself. "What'd'you do with 'em anyway? Like, d'you eat 'em, or what?"

"I don't-"

"There is a right answer," Taako said.

"What's... what's the right answer?" Barry asked, a little timidly.

"Stew," Taako said immediately.

"I'm afraid of what the answer is if it's not stew," Lup said.

"No, no, it's, uh, it's stew," Barry said. They gave him matching, disbelieving stares. "Good ol', uh, roadkill stew. Just like mom used to make."

"Barry," Taako said.

"Barry," Lup said. "Barry, babe, stop. What do you do with the animal corpses? I'm getting concerned."

Barry flushed, sinking down in his seat. Did this qualify as a worst-case scenario? He felt like it did.

"Promise not to tell," Lup said, and going off Taako's snort, that was a very empty promise.

"I just, y'know, like taxidermy some-"

"Taxidermy!" Lup laughed, loudly, drawing some attention from the neighboring booths. Barry's face was too hot. He was going to die in this seat. Maybe Taako and Lup would be nice and bury his corpse instead of stuffing it because of what he just admitted.

"That is freaky," Taako said. "So you've got like, dead squirrels or some shit in your living room?"

"I have a room for them," Barry defended.

"That's even worse!" Lup said, grinning as if no other answer could have made her happier in the moment. "Oh my god, we're gonna get along so well, Barold. You're my new goth best friend."

"Hey!" Taako said. "I thought I was your goth best friend."

"Taako, your goth phase ended twenty years ago and it's only hurting you to pretend like it's still going," Lup said. "Barry's mine. I'm calling dibs."

"Dibs on the man who picks up dead animals from the side of the road?"

Barry slowly slipped down as they argued over his head. Something on the floor beneath the booth was sticky and he grimaced but made his way around it. At least he didn't have to get past Taako's legs.

Overall, he thought as he made his escape, not a bad first meeting. Definitely not the worse one he's had, considering what he walked in on with Merle.

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aestheticsuwu · 3 years

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Robby Keene x Doug Rickenberger One-Shot Requested by @shortkingkeene .

Hope you like it !Sorry for taking to long , i had to figure out how to do something. You already know lol , It's a bit different how you asked but just a bit.

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Robby Keene . The most beautiful human being he seen to walk the world . Doug remembers seeing him for the first time he had long blonde hair that reached to his refined jaw, a pair of green eyes that hypnotised you within a second and a perfect ass .

He told himself he was just admiring the beauty but soon enough he was falling for the beautiful angel. Robby is different from anyone he met before, he has a big heart that always cares for the ones around him and not like others willing to step on others to get what they want or need.

Somehow, the universe or God himself granted him a miracle for Robby to like him back which honestly he prayed every night for and now he give thanks for having Robby .

Which sounds ridiculous to Robby when he told him and laugh his cute little butt off. And Doug just watched and fell more in love with him because beauty aside Robby personality was truely transparent and real making him enamoured .

Doug knew him like the palm of his hand like how Robby knows how to tap dance, still enjoys watching cartoons and he likes taking his time to fold his clothes perfectly becuase it leaves him anxious if he doesn't . And when Robby is angry his nose tend to scruch up or tend to tilt his head to think making him resemble a puppy.

He didn't have no cons in dating Robby , he gets to kiss him , hold him and hug his boyfriend. Loves to hear Robby rant about a fact that he recently learns in one of his books and enjoys their quiet time alone when their both laying down with the sunlight overshadowing and when Robby draws and he listens to music that has lyrics that fits perfectly for his little short boyfriend.

.... Except one tiny problem, The level of Doug jealousy rises up way too high . Unwelcoming eye's that follow the short guy movements , when he's wearing a shirt one size smaller showing off his biceps or tight jeans that makes his ass look fantastic and really drive Doug crazy and unfortunately to others too.

Which resulted the main topic of their fights when Doug can't control and start to assert his dumb dominance as Robby once said.

Doug liked sharing depending at what context , he likes sharing his knowledge about stuff he knows , sharing advice , sharing his time to help other's -his mom raised him right- But one thing he is not willing to share is his boyfriend . Robby is off limits hence why he's outside the principal office with a bruise eye and bloody knuckles .

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It's Monday the worst day to ever exsist on earth . Waking up is even harder for today and he has to keep an eye open until hes fully awake . His phone rings making him jump slightly , reaching for it he almost falls off the bed.

Marco is picking us up . Be ready .

Mikey text just makes him groan. Marco was new to school and made Doug's day a shitty one .The guy annoyed him even just by spending a minute in his presence. Marco is 5'8 tall ,blue eyes and ebony hair who acts like a pretentious dick that is always making little comments about how cool or awesome he is or talking shit about everyone to impress people with his 'bad boy attitude' which he disliked alot.

He will even admit back then he acted like Marco but he is proud to say he is no longer that person but a better version that Robby made him be. Doug 2.0

He only hanged out with Marco because of his best friend Mikey who felt bad for the guy being new and all. Mitch didn't even like the blue-eyed boy and told his boyfriend Mikey to ditch the guy.

On the drive to school he listens to Marco boost about a chick he banged yesterday and his plan to sleep with the girls hotter friend to which Doug rolled his eye everytime the asshole open his mouth .

"Dude , can you not ." Doug groan for the 5th time . Mikey gave him a look of regret.

" Shit , Man! Don't worry i can hook you up with a hot chick . There's plenty to share" Marco laughs like a hyena and pats his shoulder like if they were friends .

If he was -not a chance-but if he was, Marco would've remembered that Doug had mentioned he has a boyfriend.

Keep your hands off of me Asshole. Doug simply ignores him and turns to look at Mikey who has the same disgusted expression .

He would trade to spent an hour hearing Anthony talk about his not-so-friend Kenny than to be near the douchebag . Robby should be proud of him for dealing so calmly in this situation.

As fast as he can, he leaves behind Marco with Mikey along with him . And tells him he's never getting a ride from him again. To which his short friend agrees .

Walking to Robby's locker he catches people staring at his boyfriend and glares at them menancingly when they catch his eye.

" You live up to your name , Pretty boy ." He comes up behind him placing his hands at Robby's waist . He kisses his neck and one last one to his hair which was soft and silky .

" Thank you i try ." Robby turns around making Doug breathless because his baby is hot. Even if he is just wearing a simple blue shirt and jeans .

" We are having lunch with the squad if that's alright with you ." Robby said , leaning up to fix the collar of Doug shirt and fluffing out any wrinkles .

" I thought we -mainly me - were banned from the lunch table for and i quote, 'showing to much pda making them sick to their stomachs' ,'Looking at your significant other does not qualify as eye fucking near our food' or how about 'Robby Keene that hand better not be near his d-'," Robby hand covers his mouth quickly to which Doug laughed coming out muffled .

Maybe they did get to handsy sometimes and Robby friends complain about which wasn't fair he seen Eli and Demetri go way to often to the janitors closet or made sexual innuendos real often atleast he and his pretty boy had decency to find an empty classroom.

Robby never even went near his dick . Atleast in school. Robby had dignity .

Removing Robby's smaller hand giving it a kiss to the back of his palm . "Tory and Demetri agreed to not complain if we try to contain ourselves." Robby says, smiling at the proposition of his friends.

"Whatever you say , Im game."

He smile's at Robby who looks happy at his answer and turns back to face the metal door of the locker . Doug waits patiently for Robby to grab what he needs to walk him to class.

Doug should really get an additional sense to know when he is going to fuck up to avoid situations to not make a fool out of himself .

Because at this rate Robby is going to break up with him over his jealous tantrums.

This dude comes up to them , more like to Robby , because the guy is not even looking at his direction and completely ignoring him .

" Hey Robby !" The long limbs cheerfully says, a smile so big that it made Doug wonder if it hurt his face.

" What's up man." Robby smiles back looking a bit suprised at the guy .

"I just wanted to give back the sweater you lend me ." The boy outstretched his hand to give back the sweater. Robby made a confused face until he sees it coming into realization.

"Right !, No problem dude." Robby says, reaching for that stupid sweater and making their hands touch for way to long making Doug be a dick.

It was a simple interaction that made Doug tick . With how friendly the guy was and it wasn't just the guy ignoring his presence or how close he stood to Robby .

Ok maybe it was . It totally was and maybe if he took a second to do those stupid breathing exercise Robby advise him(More like demanded), Doug would've notice the guy was one of Mikey's friend and Chris.

" If your done wasting our time you can leave now ." He snaps at the poor kid which at the time he wasn't to Doug . Making the boy widen his eyes in suprise .

" Yeah s-sorry , i didn't-" The guy stutters making Doug slightly feel bad.

"Go! ." Doug cuts him off in a threatening tone in which made the boy scurry off probably not hearing Robby apologizing.

"What the hell was that !" Robby demands angrily.

" What ?"

" Don't what me. Why did you treat him like that ? He didn't do anything to offend you or did he ?" Robby ask not to happy , his brows furrow and his nose scruching up.

" He did actually . He was being to friendly and acting like i was a painting on the wall ! The guy clearly needed to be reminded you have a boyfriend." He argues back which just made his boyfriend more angry . He should really keep his mouth shut .

" You're my boyfriend but it doesn't give you the right to treat my friend like crap. Frankie is cool and your going to apologize to him unless ...," Robby warns him , slamming his locker shut and stomping his cute short legs away from him .

Huffing he runs up to Robby and throws his head back knowing he once again fucked up ."Do you want me to go right now or walk you to class." He ask to which he gets a silent response . He nods to himself and walk back to find Frank and if he doesn't he's in big trouble.

...

After looking for Frank like. a lunatic and apologize a few times just in case a certain puppy comes sniffing around.

And he guess Robby forgave him since Tory told him that he was given the green light to sit with them again in lunch.

Doug to his bad luck can't seem to find his phone where he clearly left it in his locker after second period , rummaging through it as fast as he can to not be near Marco presence.

The guy can not take a hint when he is not wanted . Doug had enough of wanting to throw hands to Frank(Which he regrets thinking about it) and now hearing this dude just breath made him just mad.

" Im not into dudes but man , this guy is mad pretty and a nice ass . I got to sit next to him and man you know me i threw my shot and i can tell he was into me." Marco stupid blue eyes gleamed like he won the grand prize.

"Rickenberger, you know people you have to get me his number -" Said Marco like if they were bestfriends and smiled so excited.

Ready to tell him to fuck off but stops himself when he remembers what Robby told him, to try to calm down and not let his anger get the best of him.

Taking a deep breath he shrugs the hand off his shoulder ." Dont get me involve with your shit . "

"Here he come's " Marco looks behind him and is already puffing his chest and bringing his smug smile to his face.

Turning his head to look, the color of his face drains because the asshole is looking at no other than Robby . Who is smiling brightly and for a second he thinks hes smiling at Marco until his short boyfriend is standing infront of him .

" What's taking you so long? Hawk is alreading complaining and Tory is ready to come kick you ass for taking your time." Robby chuckles with his cute big eyes waiting for him to answer. Clearly not mad at him anymore.

" I couldn't find my phone ."

" I have it , D . You let Tory borrow it to use the calculator then she gave it to me ." Robby reaches for his hand to hold it . His hand feels warm and soft against his rougher ones .

He's cut off by Marco that he forget even exsisted ."Hey Cutie , I forgot your name . Im your partner for chem." Saying in a flirty tone.

" Right. It's Robby ." His smile falters and steps a bit closer to him but drops his hand not wanting another incident like in the morning.

" Robby! Now i have a name to remember you by other than your cute face." Marco badly flirted making Doug blood boil.

" You know Doug? ." Robby ask , the smile now gone and his face expressing akwardness. Knowing Doug he would've exploted by now making Robby question why he was so quiet.

" Were friends " He loudly says while giving him a side hug which Robby could tell how the taller boy winced from having him close.

Robby knows by how Doug is clenching his jaw that he does not like this guy and tries to cut the conversation to leave the lockers and go find their friends before it escalates.

"Well we got to go . Its always nice to meet my Boyfriend friend's ." Robby gave him a smile and tugged at Doug shirt to leave who gladly smiled and closed his locker .

Ready to walk a way until Marco leans up to mutter to Doug with that evil smile.

" Your boy got the best ass . Congrats."

One second he just trying to remember the breathing excercise and then he just mentally says fuck it and went beserk .

He throws marco to the floor and throws his right fist into his face and knock his teeth in to make him shut the fuck up .

He might have to go to Mr.LaRusso for better help on that.

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Now he is quietly sitting down with the sound of keyboards and the copying machine beeping . His mouth taste like metalic from his busted lip and his eye hurting like a bitch and his knuckles stinging a bit .

Uncleching his hand he hisses from the pain to fix his icepack . The door swings open and Marco steps out head low along with his parents who leave the office. Without a word the principal signals him to come in .

He gets suspended for a week and the principal calls it a day and his parents are clearly upset with him . He texts Robby through his mom phone having his number memorized and hoped he wasn't mad at him.

He never gets a response and his mom snatches her phone away.

Parent's gives him a lecture and their disappointed expression made him feel like shit but he didn't regret anything.

His mom bandage him up and sends him to his room and he lays there for hours. He springs up from the bed at the sound of the door opening , Robby is standing at the doorway looking at his black eye and a frown on his lips.

He look down on his lap now feeling regret for giving in to his anger instead of controlling it .

Might as well admit he fucked again .

"Im sorry . It's okay if your mad at me because i didn't listen to you about controling my anger and letting my jealousy get the best of me ." He apologizes with his gaze still on his hands that were wrapped .

" Im not mad , Dee . The guy deserved it but you can't go beating the crap out everyone that looks my way . I don't get why you let it get to you ." Robby reaches for his arm and he semi interlace their hands not wanting to hurt him.

" You're really going to make me say it Robby look at me and look at you . " He says upset .He huffs knowing he has to say it clearly by the confuse expression Robby had .

" Robby you realise you could do much better than me. You're more than beautiful, You're the most talented person I've ever met , And you're dating a guy that has problems , Not the most intelligent or has any fucking idea what to do with his future . So yeah , I get jealous by every girl or dude that looks at you because i know they can see the person im in love with and i fear that you can see who i really am . A guy out of your league." He scoffs feeling his eye water and the embarrasment he felt bubbling up his stomach for showing his feelings. He brings a hand to wipe away the tears to prevent them from falling.

How much more can he make himself feel pathetic.

"Doug, Listen closely. Im not with you because i have no other choice or just to pass the time. Im in love with You ,A guy that is not only hot , Sometimes a dick but try to be better, Who listens to me and knows when i need a shoulder to cry on . I love you , Doug Rickenberger even if you're stupidly tall ." Robby say looking into his eye's, Green and Brown meet , He nods in understanding because he knew if he spoke his voice would crack and let out a sob .

"Make me some space." Robby orders. Moving his hands out of his lap , Robby sit sideways on his lap and wraps him arms his shoulder and hugs him.

Doug bury his neck and tighten both arms around Robby . Letting out sigh he says,"I promise to not make another outburst."

"No more talking , How about i heal you with kisses." Robby offers with a cheeky smile .

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Tory and Robby had ditch school to join Doug to the beach since school wasn't really on their top priority. Both him and Tory layed on the towels basking in the sun and the fresh air.

Robby felt relax , Humming to a song that kept replaying in his head which he couldn't find out where he heard it before.

Raising up to sit , He searches for his boyfriend who was know where in sight. He looks down at Tory who seem like she was close to falling asleep , nudging her awake she jumps slightly.

"What?"Tory says annoyed , fixing her sunglasses and hair out of the way.

"I can't find Doug. Let's go find him." Standing up and dusting off the sand that manage to get on him.

"Calm down , He's over there with Jenny."Tory points over to a group of teenagers .

"Jenny ? Who's Jenny ?" Robby ask confused , He still looking at the girl who is quite frankly wat too close to Doug. Did she not know personal spance?

"She's in our class , She is part of our group for the project. Didn't Rickenberger mention her ?",Said Tory way to casualy like if that Jenny girl was cool and no type of trouble.

"Maybe we should go over there. Get up !" He yells seeing the girl pulling Doug away from her friends .

" Robby are you really going to pull a Rickenberger ?" Tory ask, Knowing him really well that Robby eye's read Jealousy.

Robby huffed at the blonde and in return Tory made a face saying Im-Serious.He and Doug have heard their friend joked about Pulling-a-Rickenberger when someone got jealous . Doug didn't care he thought it was funny.

" You know what, Let's just lay down."

Tory laughs but lays down and places her sunglasses down and lets out a sigh . Robby closed his eyes and relaxed.

"1 , 2, And -," Tory sings , Robby didn't even notice to busy thinking .

He was not jealous. He's in a strong and healthy relationship in where they now both trust each other and Doug only has eye's for him. Not to be cocky but he is way more hotter than 'Jenny'......... Fuck it.

He jumps up and walks over to where Jenny was practically leeching off of Doug.

" - 3!" Tory raises her glasses and shakes her head in amusement. Reaching for her phone and takes pics of the situation and sends it to the groupchat and with a simple caption . She heads over there to help Rickenberger stop Robby trying to do the Crane kick on her.

Robby 'SWAYZE' Keene Gone WILD.

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the wedding booth — eren jaeger

ೃ pairing: (eren jaeger x fem! reader)

ೃ after being unwillingly dragged to plan and create a wedding booth for your first university festival, eren accompanies you to a bridal boutique. there, he contemplates about the future and all of the cheesy romantic stuff he wants to do with you.

ೃ genre and warnings: college au, lots and lots of fluff!

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My Big Fat Greek Wedding, My Best Friend's Wedding, The Wedding Planner, Wedding Crashers... hell, even Mamma Mia.

If having to be forced to watch these romantic comedies about weddings doesn't give you the sudden urge to get hitched and run away to some tropical island, then you don't know what will.

For your very first uni fair at Shigashina University, your friends had proposed a Marriage booth. To be more specific, three of your friends did. Jean, Sasha, and Connie are the masterminds behind this stupid idea and it's all because of three things:

1. Jean is pining over Mikasa so so bad. So many years have passed and yet he still hasn't found a way to confess. And so, due to his pompous ass binge-watching stupid rom-coms recently, he thinks that if "fake dating" can bring two people together, then having a fake wedding with his unrequited crush of 12 years could finally make her fall for him too. He wants the booth to be as iconic as a wedding straight out of Las Vegas. Problem is, he's never been to Las Vegas, and his terribly unrealistic basis for wanting it to be as iconic as a "Las Vegas Wedding" is that one scene from The Hangover and that episode from Friends.

He was delusional and yet, he wanted to push through with this proposal no matter what. Nothing was going to stop him... not unless it was one of the three seniors whom you would be proposing this project to in the first place.

2. Sasha's goals are much normal. A bit odd, but still normal and not as desperate as Jean's. All she wants is to get Ymir, the captain of the school's soccer team to confess to Historia, the freshman Bio-Chemistry student who works part-time as a library assistant (and whom everyone secretly fawns over for. she's just that damn cute.) However, the real reason as to why she helped [rp[pse this stupid marriage booth to get them to finally confess to each other is anyone's guess.

3. Connie thinks he's gonna get clout from this. Rise up the university hierarchy perhaps? He's treating the entire festival like it's high school all over again. He prays that the marriage booth will become the hottest thing in the festival, then he'll instantly become that cool and bad-ass freshie whom everyone wants to be friends with. Either way, if the booth is going to be a success or not, you know for a fact he's never going to be a part of the "cool kids" (good lord, can you believe people still use that term in college?) and he's gonna be stuck with you and your other friends for the rest of the years to come.

It didn't take long before they finally finished their elaborate PowerPoint Presentation (despite Connie insisting that Powerpoint is boring) that they were going to pitch to three of the principal members of the student council. Namely, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, and Hange Zoe.

It was gonna be an automatic no for Levi, obviously. Nothing could ever get past that man. But if they can somehow convince Erwin and most especially Hange to get on board with their stupid scheme, then the booth was good to go.

Now, here you are, in a bridal boutique. Purchasing some simple wedding dresses that will serve as your rent-a-dress service for the Marriage booth.

It wasn't originally a part of the plan. Not at all.

However, Hange would only approve of the project IF the wedding booth was going to be made into something more elaborate and memorable. They didn't want something as simple as printing out fake marriage contracts, cheap tulle fabric wedding veils, fake plastic bouquets, and wedding pictures that came out of a polaroid camera.

Oh no no no. They wanted it to be extravagant. The cream of the crop. The absolute bomb. The best booth at the festival.

Hange saw potential in the idea and with an approved budget by the student council, you could make anyone's wedding dreams come true.

Fast forward to a week before the event, you are currently on a shopping spree with Armin, Mikasa, and your boyfriend, Eren (because Sasha insisted he had the right proportions for the rental groom outfits. She totally did not ask him to come along so that he can see you try on wedding gowns.) to buy supplies, props, decorations, and everything else needed.

"(Y/N), we'll meet you and Eren at the bridal boutique, okay?" Armin proclaims, looking at the time on his wristwatch and struggling to balance the shopping bags on his other hand. Mikasa notices how much he's been struggling and offers to hold the bags for him.

"Sure! Don't forget about the list that Jean sent!" You shout back, turning to Eren as his fingers interlace with yours, making your merry way to the boutique whilst Armin and Mikasa go off the other direction.

"Don't get too excited." You joke, nudging Eren on the arm. "I'll just be trying on these dresses for the booth."

There's a particular glimmer in Eren's emerald eyes, chuckling at your quip. "Sheesh. Did you really have to remind me? Of course I know that. Besides, we're too young to even think about marriage right now. What's important is that I'm spending the best years of my life with you."

"Eren Grisha Jaeger, it is too damn early for you to make me a blushing pile of mess with your flirty comebacks." You deadpan, the heat rising up your cheeks as you try to hide your embarrassment from him.

The both of you laugh it off, shuffling into the store. The chiming bells of the shop door echo around the area as you look in awe at the luxurious dresses occupying every available space. The wafting smell of a vanilla pinecone scent and the soft sound of a sewing machine doing its work. There was a homey and rustic feel to this boutique that made you feel like you were sent back in time.

From great flouncy pieces adorned in layers of lace that rolled like ocean waves to more humble designs, albeit of the finest cloth.

This plethora of finery- reminds you strongly of the many genteel ladies depicted in those books and historic romances you used to read and watch. Like that of Pride and Prejudice or Sense and Sensibility.

Having the opportunity to enter a boutique such as this was a dream.

"Welcome! May I help you find anything?" A seamstress appears from the register. She looks at you from head to toe, as if trying to guess your measurements.

"W-we're looking for wedding dresses. Anything within the 200 to 300 dollar range? We don't need anything extra fancy, though! We'll just be needing them-"

Her eyes shift from you to Eren like she's suddenly a love coach, sizing the two of you up. "Yes, yes, young love! How sweet!" She chirps, breathing out a dreamy sigh. "Of course! For couples on a tight budget, we have-"

"We're looking for wedding dresses that can be used as costumes! Not too short and not too long either. W-we're not getting married or anything." You dismiss the seamstress with a wave of your hand. "I'm sorry if you thought of it that way..."

Although her shoulders visibly drop, the saleswoman still manages to smile. "Oh! I would like to apologize for assuming anything too!"

"Actually, mam, we do have plans sometime in the future." Eren grins cheekily, pulling you close to him. "Not today, of course, but we'll make sure to drop by in a few years!"

The saleslady's eyes lit up at Eren's vow. "Over here are some of our best-selling pieces! Ones that will certainly attract the eye of any groom!" She beckons you over to some mannequins lined up in the middle of the store, your gaze is drawn to the myriad of dresses on display as you walk throughout the space.

You turn back to Eren, studying him closely as he walks a few paces behind you, you thoughtfully wonder if the dresses you would pick out would match his taste.

She leads you to the back of the store to show the other garments and dresses embroidered with simplicity and yet elegance. You then pick two gowns up from their respective racks, satisfied with your purchase and making a beeline to the register to pay. However, the seamstress stops you from your tracks.

"How about this one, dear?"

You turn your attention to her, doe-eyed and curious as to what she was going to show you next.

"It is indeed a wedding dress, although not what you had asked for, the handsome young man did say something about your marriage plans. Perhaps this might help you visualize it? Give you an idea for the future, hm?" She hums wistfully, drawing your attention to the mannequin she placed in front of you. "It would be a shame if you left the boutique without trying anything on."

"(Y/N)?" You hear Eren's husky voice call out for you from the front of the store, "Armin just texted me. They can't find a specific prop in the crafts store so we might have to wait a bit longer for them."

"Okay! We can spare more time in the boutique, anyways." You answer back, before turning your attention to the seamstress once more.

"Alright. I think I'll try it on then."

"Trying it on" turned out to be more than you had imagined. You thought you could just slip inside the dress and show it off. But nope. You needed a few adjustments to dress, adornments in your hair, and had to wear a wedding veil.

It was almost as if you were actually preparing to be wed.

"Good sir, your lovely missus is ready!" Yup, even the words of the seamstress made you feel like you were living in the 17th century right now. Did she really have to use such fancy words?

"Please, watch your step." The seamstress takes your hand and leads you out of the dressing room and right towards—

Eren who had been waiting in the shop proper.

"Doesn't she look beautiful?" She giggles, glancing at Eren for a response. "Well, I'll leave the two of you here first and bring the dresses you've chosen to the cash register first." In a wink, she's gone and had disappeared into the back almost before the words left her mouth.

The unfamiliar yet elegant garb makes you feel shy and the fact that Eren was gaping at you did not help at all. He was absolutely entranced by your beauty.

You unconsciously lower your head, tucking a strand of hair beneath your ear, unable to bear the thought.

"God, you're not just beautiful. Y-you look breathtaking."

He says in a barely audible whisper, pulling you to him once more.

Placing his hands on your waist, Eren plants a soft, tender kiss on your chest, the low-cut dress affording it easily. In a heartbeat, you feel your cheeks grow hot.

"Heh. Guess I got you again." He grins wolfishly, still admiring your beauty and tracing circles on the back of your hand. "I-I don't deserve you... I really don't."

"If you didn't deserve me, would you be here right now?" You say jokingly, raising your eyebrow.

"I mean it." He buries his face on the hem of your dress, his voice is muffled and soothing. "I can't believe you chose to love me." He looks up at you, eyes practically welling up with tears. "God, I honestly can't believe I'm crying right now, but, yeah... I am. That's how much I love you and how much I want to marry you right now."

You giggle at the expression your boyfriend has shown before you, stroking his hair and burying your fingers into his long brunette locks. "I love you too. But... why so sudden? You already told the saleswoman that we'll be back in a few years. She'd be surprised to hear you change your mind so easily."

"Well, if that's the case, then I better tell Jean to have us first on the list of the wedding booth then. We worked our asses off for this, might as well be the first to be blessed with the luck of that stupid booth."

You giggle once more as he continues to hold you so close. You feel his breath and his heartbeat. Each exhale and pulse brings you to the realization that Eren is the one. The man you want to be with for the rest of your life. The man who will help you through all your faults and mistakes, your burdens and troubles, through all the ups and downs... he will be there.

Just as you will be for him.

Guess those stupid movies centered around weddings weren’t so bad after all

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sorryimananti-romantic · 3 years

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Mist | Choi San | Chapter 1

Pairing: Choi San x OC (Seohyun)

Genre: supernatural (ghost), romance, high school

Trigger Warnings: paranormal, death mentions, violence

Words: 7.2k

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my original character and the story. I do not own any gifs or pictures used.

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Seohyun kicked a pebble with her boot, sending it flying in the air. The black cat following Seohyun meowed as it wandered between her legs, rubbing itself along her naked legs. Seohyun kicked another pebble, and the cat meowed louder.

"I know, I know," she said, sighing, "I shouldn't have helped him."

The cat's grey eyes twinkled and it jumped a little to keep pace with Seohyun. She adjusted her sunglasses with the tip of her finger and tucked her long hair behind her ears, keeping her eyes fixed to the ground in hopes of finding more pebbles that she could kick.

Seohyun's hands went to the straps of her school bag on her shoulders as she finally found one, and she smirked. "Hey kitty, I'm gonna kick this one real hard."

As if the cat understood, it sat near her to watch the scene. Seohyun aimed her foot, sending the pebble flying with full force as a short laugh escaped her. She waited for the satisfying sound of the pebble hitting something hard, but a wail of pain answered her instead.

"Oops," Seohyun grimaced as she motioned the cat to follow her, trying to flee before she was caught. However, luck was rarely on her side.

"It was you, right?" She heard a boyish voice call out. She sneaked a peek, seeing a group of colourful heads belonging to boys that grew larger and larger as more joined them.

"I thought I hit one? Why are there so many..." she muttered, then turned back, bowing her head in a quick apology and turning again to run away, almost tripping on the cat and it howled in pain before following her.

"Hey, stop!" She heard voices, and she just sped up. She had enough to worry about.

"Where are my ghost friends when I need them.." Seohyun muttered under her breath as she sped up, cursing mentally. She could hear steps draw closer by every second, and she finally turned abruptly, making the group of boys stop dead in their tracks, bumping at each other.

"I apologized, what do you all want now?"

"You never apologized," the blue haired one said.

"Why do you think I bowed? To thank you?" Seohyun retorted. The blonde snickered, earning a kick in his ribs from not one but two of them.

"We couldn't see from so far, at least apologize properly!"

"Alright, alright. Was it you who got hit?"

"No, it was-"

Seohyun sighed out loud. "What got you so worked up then, if it wasn't even you?"

"He's my friend?" The blue haired boy said, making it sound more like a question.

"I told you all not to make a fuss, it's not like she did it on purpose," Seohyun heard one of them say, and her eyes shifted towards the boy with black hair, the eyebrow slit further defining his sharp features. Indeed, he was hurt. There was a painful scratch where the pebble must have grazed his cheekbone.

"Ah, so it was you..." Seohyun bit her lip. She thought she should apologize properly, so she bowed properly this time, and got up. "I never meant to hurt anyone. I'm sorry."

His eyes burned holes in her even though she wore sunglasses. He pursed his lips, nodding. "It's okay, just be careful next time."

She nodded. "Can I go now?" She didn't wait for an answer and turned, motioning the cat to come along, who meowed.

"Wait!" The eyebrow-slit boy sat down on one knee, motioning the cat to come to him, who gladly obliged and Seohyun rolled her eyes. He smiled at the cat, rubbing its head and offering it a biscuit, which the cat graciously accepted, munching right into it.

"Do you even give your cat food? It's so thin."

"It's not mine," Seohyun said and the boy's head turned up to look at her, curiosity in his eyes obvious. "It followed you rather gladly."

Seohyun just shrugged, looking away from his gaze and observing the group now. They were all dressed in school uniform like her, but it looked like it was a different school. She internally smiled at the interesting mix that stood in front of her.

"San, let's go," she heard the red-head call out. San, she thought.

"I need to go now too." Seohyun said, waiting for the boy to stop playing with the cat.

The boy- San- got up and said, "You said it's not yours. Can I take it then?"

Seohyun almost said yes, but hesitated. It was true the cat was not hers, but at this point, she could call it hers, the way it always followed her around whenever she was out. She had rather grown attached to the constant presence of her black furry friend.

"Uhh, I mean you could, but..." she bit her lip as she looked back as if for help, and then turned back to the boy. "This cat is my only friend."

Seohyun hated how it had almost come as a whisper, but the boy looked like he understood as he nodded, taking a step back. "I'll see you around then," he smiled sweetly at the cat, who meowed at him.

Seohyun finally turned, not bothering to check if the cat followed her or that boy, San. She was too scared to check. But when she heard the cat meow and rub at her legs, she smiled in relief.

"I'll feed you more now, I promise," she smiled at the cat.

Meanwhile, San watched the odd pair walk away in the distance.

"So rude!" the blue haired boy said, and everyone laughed. San turned and shook his head. "Not my fault you decided to act like my parent, Hongjoong."

"Doesn't look like she's from our school, but isn't it the school near the place we usually go to eat dinner?" The blonde asked.

"Yeah, it looks like it. You're treating us to dinner there tomorrow. You remember, right Yeosang?"

"You're always hungry for food Wooyoung, how could I forget?" He answered.

The group started to walk their way, talking about their plans for dinner, but San couldn't stop thinking about the girl with the grey streaks in her hair, the girl who had no friends other than a black cat. He unconsciously shook his head, finally paying attention to his present.

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"I said I'm sorry!" Seohyun yelled, "Now you leave my hair, and I'll leave yours."

"You first," the woman replied.

"Together, okay? One, two, three- YOU! You lied!"

"You lied too!" The woman shouted, and pulled at Seohyun's hair, earning a satisfactory groan from her.

"It's not like you can feel pain! You're a freaking ghost!"

"Doesn't mean I'm not insulted," the woman smirked, "Alright, I'll leave you first, and you leave no more than a second after, otherwise I'll make sure you feel the pain you love." The woman let go of Seohyun's hair and Seohyun did so right after, taking quick steps backward as she massaged her head.

"Bitch..." she muttered, and the woman laughed out loud.

The woman- ghost- had been keeping Seohyun company for about two months now, occasionally popping out of nowhere and leaving just as abruptly. At first, Seohyun had tried to help her in some way, help her move on and come to terms with her sudden death by accident, but the young woman had quite a difficult death and she was the first of a kind- a ghost with amnesia. No memories of how she had died and why she hadn't moved on.

Seohyun had to admit that she had grown used to her presence. She often found herself narrating her uneventful day to her, just like today, when she had excessively complained how useless of a friend she was and how none of her ghost friends had ever done her a favour. Somehow that had turned into an argument and then to them resorting to pulling each other's hair our, except her ghost friend couldn't feel any pain since she was, well, a ghost. Dead.

"I mean," Seohyun continued, fiddling with her hair, "it would have saved me from embarrassment had you popped up and helped me out there."

"What could I have done?" The woman sat down on the pavement, the black cat gladly jumping on her lap as the woman ran her hands through her fur. "It's not like anyone else can see me."

"Hello? You could have made me disappear."

"You know it's not good for your health. Why do it unless absolutely, absolutely necessary?" The woman glared at her.

"YES! That was absolutely, absolutely necessary. There were 8 of them! I was alone!" Seohyun whined and the woman just ignored her.

"Unnie~" Seohyun sat down near her, and the woman slid away from her.

"I told you not to call me that. I have a name, and it's Jiwoo."

"How can I call you by your name? You're much older than me." Seohyun grinned.

"And that's why I don't help you. Because you're a stubborn one. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm not that old."

"That's rich coming from you," Seohyun retorted, ignoring the last remark, "I'm not the one refusing to move on just because I can't get enough of worldly pleasures."

"And that's my cue to leave you alone, like you always are. There's a reason you don't have friends, Seohyun." Jiwoo got up, putting the curled cat on the pavement.

"I do have friends-"

"I'm talking about human friends. Your sharp tongue and stubborn heart, it's about time you change that."

"I-" Before Seohyun could complete, Jiwoo disappeared. Seohyun sighed, her heart sinking a bit at her harsh but true words.

There was indeed a reason that she had no friends. And it wasn't her ability to see ghosts.

Seohyun pulled her knees to her chest, shutting her eyes. She wanted to disappear.

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Senior year of high school was supposed to be tough, yes, but Seohyun had to face challenges other than academic ones.

And it wasn't just the fact that she had no social life at all; she only had a group of people she could interact with if need be, otherwise she was perfectly content on being on her own. She had no problem staying amused in her own company.

The problem was with Seohyun, though not directly. It was the problem that she could see and interact with some of the dead. And the dead made sure she got in trouble if she didn't hear their woes and skipped school to maybe find them something (or someone) they had an attachment to, or didn't take them to their loved ones immediately.

She had often tried to reason with them; she tried to explain that she was perfectly aware how bad they must have it, but she had it worse since she was still alive, and with life came unforeseen consequences, such as having to face her mother if they caused a scene (which they usually did), or if they tried to grab her attention by any means necessary, such as causing her desk to fall, her stuff to fly (where she would immediately have to either hold it or pretend to have thrown it).

She tried, oh she tried so hard to tell them to wait until she was free from school and then she would do whatever they asked her to, but no. Apparently whatever they wanted to do was more important than her school, her reputation (already in ruins), everything. There rarely was someone patient enough, and those she made sure she looked after properly. Like Jiwoo.

She wished Jiwoo was here so she could get rid of the old wrinkly man in front of her. She was trying to focus on her mathematics but it was hard to when a fat belly blocked her vision. And she couldn't even say anything out loud, so she just sent daggers through her eyes, the message in her eyes clear. But the old man just smirked, continuing to block her vision.

Seohyun sighed and turned the page of her notebook, scribbling in it, then turned the notebook to the ghost in front of her. The man was short so he didn't have to bend as he read what she had written.

"IF YOU COULD STOP PESTERING ME FOR A FEW MINUTES YOU WRINKLY OLD MAN I CAN'T FOCUS ON MATHS BECAUSE OF YOU"

The old man smirked, and Seohyun wished she could kick him somewhere he would surely feel pain even though ghosts couldn't feel pain. She was so absorbed in thinking of ways that she could make this ghost feel pain that she didn't notice him take her notebook and run away before she could snatch it back.

As soon as Seohyun noticed, she jerked in her seat, stopping herself from getting up and following him. He stopped a few feet away, teasingly coming closer and closer, the frown on Seohyun's face getting deeper and deeper until he stopped near the girl sitting in front of her, tore a page from her notebook and gave it back.

And then he did what she dreaded. He made a ball out of that paper, aimed at the teacher, taking one last look at the very satisfying horrified face of the girl who could see ghosts but refused to help them, and threw the paper ball at the teacher with considerable force, hitting him on his head.

The teacher turned, running his eyes across the classroom, not missing how everyone was glancing between the teacher and Seohyun, who folded her arms rather defensively, silently praying he wouldn't actually pick the paper ball. But the teacher bent down, and it so happened that he was also old, and a bit wrinkly, so when he read the scribbled message, his face went red.

"Who was it?!" The teacher pushed his glasses up his nose-bridge and watched as the students hesitantly pointed to Seohyun, who sank deeper into her chair, as if somehow a pit would open and swallow her.

"You meet me in my office after class." The teacher shook his head in disappointment and continued where he left.

Seohyun was given a warning, and it was her second. She had only one left before she would be kicked out of school (if something big happened, which usually did if she waited for the third warning) so she decided it was time for her to move on again.

And this time she dreaded. It was always a hassle to explain to her mom what had happened. Her mom knew she could see ghosts and when she was little, she had tried all sorts of methods, of almost all religions she could think of, hoping her only daughter would turn out normal, but she had failed. But now she liked to pretend that she had forgotten all about it, and when Seohyun told her she had gotten into trouble, she would silently nod and get her to change schools before something big happened and it got written in her school record.

So a few attempts from the old ghost trying to get her in trouble and a few days later, Seohyun was finally free of struggling. She changed schools. And tomorrow would be her first day, hopefully the last time she had to change schools before her senior year ended. Before high school ended.

Seohyun was still dressed in her old school's uniform when she went to her new school to submit her files and make sure everything was good before her first day. She had her baseball cap on this time, making sure she would hide most of her face since a lot of people would be staring at her. It was normal to stare when someone from another school came.

The black cat found her once again, following her as she walked to the building. Seohyun motioned the cat to stay and it obeyed, watching the girl walk into the building.

From a distance, San and his friends were watching the whole scene. They had recognized the girl not by her face, which was half-hidden anyway, but her cat and the grey streaks in her hair.

"Let's hope she doesn't attack you with a pebble again," Yunho snickered, and San smiled, his hand unconsciously going to the now faint scratch on his face.

"I'm not going to your rescue if that happens," Hongjoong said and Seonghwa chimed in, "Neither will I."

"I never asked you anyway..." San trailed off.

"The cat looks like it wants to escape," Jongho pointed his finger at the hoard of girls that gathered around the poor cat. "Poor cat."

"San, you should go bring the cat. It would recognize you," Mingi suggested and San considered. The cat was worth saving.

A few moments later, San was back with the cat in his arms. The cat did recognize him. He bought the cat to the boys, who lightly patted her one by one, taking turns so she wouldn't feel scared.

After about five minutes, the boys heard someone clear their throat right behind them. They turned to see it was that girl.

"Aren't you the same group from that day?" Seohyun wondered out loud.

"The cat was scared because people were gathering around her, so we brought her here," Yeosang said.

"That's... kind of you," Seohyun met eyes with each of them, and the boys got a proper look at her face for the first time without her glasses. She had light eyes. The shadows beneath her eyes were dark, which contrasted with her eyes rather strikingly.

"What were you doing here? You're not from our school," Wooyoung commented.

"Oh, I'll be joining from tomorrow..." Seohyun realized somehow she's ended up in the same school as the boys. "What class are you in?"

"Senior year, all of us," Wooyoung replied, and they didn't miss her groan.

"I'm guessing you're senior year too," Seonghwa asked, earning a nod of confirmation.

"How ironic. What if you end up in our class?" Yeosang wondered.

"God forbid," Seohyun shook her head, making them smile despite her remark. "Now, should I leave the cat here, or..."

"Does it have a name?" San asked, rubbing under the cat's chin.

"Uh, no actually," Seohyun faltered when she saw San give her a disappointed look, "I just call her kitty. You can give it a name if you want to."

"I'll think about it," San shifted his arms to hand the cat over to Seohyun, and she took it, placing the cat on her shoulders, waiting until she sat around her neck like she usually did.

"I guess I'll go now," she met eyes with San for the last time, noticing the mole on his eyelid. San nodded, and she muttered an awkward bye before walking past them, cursing at herself mentally for being so awkward with them.

"It's you who got me in trouble, you dumb cat," she muttered under her breath. The cat didn't even bother reply.

The boys watched her leave, and Yeosang finally spoke, "I have a feeling she'll be in our class now. Oh, how the tables have turned."

"Interesting," Jongho smiled, "Does San have a new friend now?"

"The cat? Sure." San smirked.

"Ah, let's see how that changes," Jongho retorted, smirking back.

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Seohyun tried to calm her nerves as she looked at herself in the mirror of the girls' toilet in her new school.

The nerves always got the better of her whenever it was her first day at a school. It usually took her about three days to get comfortable with a new environment. Seohyun sighed as she wiped her sweaty palms on her black skirt, staring at her light brown eyes. She wished she could cover them with her sunglasses so she could avoid the excessive eye contact with humans and ghosts. Sadly, she couldn't do that in class.

She finally took a deep breath and somehow managed to make herself walk to the office, where she met her homeroom teacher, a middle-aged woman. She walked along with her to her class, and the teacher smiled warmly at her as she nudged her to come along.

They entered the class and watched as the boys and girls went back to sit at their seats, the room slowly falling silent. The teacher cleared her throat.

"Good morning class, we have a new student today. Please introduce yourself."

Seohyun, who had been looking down the entire time, finally gathered whatever courage she had and ran her eyes along the class as she finally spoke.

"Good morning, I am Lee Seohyun. I hope we can get along well."

"Alright, why don't you find yourself a seat?" The teacher said and Seohyun nodded, looking at the few empty seats and considering her choices.

Her first priority was to sit as far away as possible. Preferably by the window. There was one empty seat in the furthest row, but it was next to the seat by the window already occupied by someone-

It was one of those boys. She only knew San's name for now, and it was the blonde one. She quickly scanned her other options and decided this was the best for now.

As she made her way, she realized the 8 of them were all sitting around the empty seat that she was about to sit on. San was in front of her, the strawberry blonde on her other side, the rest around them too. She wondered if the seat belonged to one of their friends so she quietly asked the blonde, "Is this seat free?"

He shook his head and she internally sighed in relief as she settled herself, focusing on whatever the homeroom teacher said, trying not to stare holes at the back of San's head, until she left a few minutes later and she slumped back in her chair.

San finally turned, raising his brows, "What a coincidence."

Seohyun shrugged, straightening her skirt. "Ironic, really."

"Is there a reason you changed schools?" The blonde turned towards her, resting his head on his hand as he looked at her curiously.

"Uh," Seohyun hesitated as she tried to recall her excuse for every time someone asked her this, "for convenience. It's closer to home."

"That's an interesting reason to change school," he replied, earning a shrug.

"Maybe she doesn't want to tell you why exactly. Am I right?" San locked eyes with her, his smirk growing.

"Maybe," Seohyun teased back.

"How's your cat?" She heard someone call, and she looked at the black haired boy.

"It's not exactly mine, but it's fine. Probably."

"That's... reassuring. I'm Wooyoung by the way. This is Yeosang-" he pointed to the blonde next to her, "San, and that's Yunho next to you."

She looked at Yunho and he waved shyly. "That's Seonghwa," he pointed in front of him, and when Seohyun nodded, he continued, "The blueberry is Hongjoong, the red one is Jongho, and that's Mingi over there."

Seohyun nodded slowly, looking at them all slowly. "Yunho, Seonghwa, Hongjoong blueberry,-"

"I heard that!" Hongjoong shouted, turning around and making a pout at Seonghwa. Ignoring him, she continued, "San, Jongho in the front, then Mingi beside him, Wooyoung and Yeosang. I got it."

"You're quick," Yunho grinned. Seohyun wished she could tell him that it was because of the several hundred ghosts she had met and had promised never to forget their names.

"So the 8 of you are friends?" She asked, and San nodded. "Why was this seat in the middle empty then?"

"Mingi used to sit here but his eyesight got worse so he moved to the front."

"Well, that explains..."

Their teacher walked in, a man in his 30s, and she found out he was to be her math teacher. At least he's not old and wrinkly, she thought as she took out her notebook.

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The rest of her day was uneventful, except for the break when the boys asked if she wanted to join them but she didn't. She said she had to go to the office, but that was a lie. She wanted to take a breather.

When they left, she looked again at her options. She was already regretting sitting among the group of friends. She was going to be a disturbance to them, or something even worse. She didn't want them to think she was weird. Not yet.

She surprised herself at the thought. Why did she care? She had never cared before. But she told herself it was probably because she had a few encounters with them before and it would be weirder if they found out now. That she was strange. They'd probably stop talking to her very suddenly. That part always hurt her, which was why she always avoided making friends.

Seohyun shook her head and looked at the empty seat in the middle of the room. The spot was out of question. Being in the middle of the room meant she could be surprised from anywhere by those damned ghosts.

Then there was one in the very front with the wall. She could go there, but...

She felt more comfortable here. The spot was perfect. The problem was the boys. They were in for disappointment.

She saw some girls staring at her. They were probably considering if they should talk and make friends with her. But Seohyun was in no mood for friends, so she just put her head on the desk and closed her eyes.

She almost drifted to sleep when she heard someone put something on her desk. She got up and saw that it was San. "We figured you didn't have time for lunch, so."

Seohyun looked from the bread and juice to San, and back at the food presented to her. "Thank you, that's uh... very kind of you?" She looked at San and Yeosang, and they laughed shamelessly at her.

"You don't sound so happy," Yeosang commented and she shook her head, sipping at the juice to prove her point as she said, "No, actually I'm glad, but it wasn't necessary."

They just shook her head at her, smiling as they absorbed themselves in some discussion. Seohyun silently ate the bread, wishing she could disappear because she didn't even know how to thank people properly.

At that moment, Jiwoo the ghost appeared, and Seohyun muttered, "About freaking time."

Jiwoo laughed and said, "I see you're having a good day."

"And I don't expect you to ruin it, so please live up to my expectations for once," Seohyun hissed, keeping her voice as low as possible, but it still made Seonghwa look at her once before he focused back on his friends.

Seohyun sighed. She couldn't write in her notebook now because they would definitely see it. And she couldn't talk. So she just folded her arms as she slowly sipped on the juice while Jiwoo danced around the classroom.

As soon as the bell rang indicating the end of the day, Seohyun sighed in relief. The day was over without any incident. She slowly packed her bag, thinking about her promise to meet a new ghost after her school. It was a girl about her age, and thankfully she understood what school demanded of her, so she had promised to not disturb her.

"You look ready to go to your bed and fall right asleep," Yeosang commented.

"Tell me about it," Seohyun muttered, wearing her bag and making her way out of the class, the boys not far behind.

San watched Seohyun walk as if she was in a hurry but couldn't care less at the same time. She would speed up, then slow down again, and repeat.

"Are you in a hurry?" Wooyoung asked her, falling in step with her.

"Uh, not really. Just can't wait to get home," she said, but her voice didn't match what she said. She sounded the least excited to do that.

"Long day, huh?" Wooyoung said and she finally passed him a smile. "So you know no one at this school?"

"Well," she said, "I am new."

"Well, you can be our friend. Only if you want to."

She stopped in her track, making San almost bump in her, and she muttered a sorry to him as she continued walking again. San decided he would join them now.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"Not sure you'd like me as a friend."

"And why do you think that?" San looked at her curiously.

Seohyun sighed, "I'm... how do I put it? I don't think I need friends. But that sounds rude. I don't mean to sound rude, it's just... better if you all don't mind me. I'd only be a bother and make everyone uncomfortable."

"We don't mind. We weren't all friends from the beginning. The group grew larger with time."

"And why do you think you don't need friends?" San asked.

Seohyun looked at him, then looked away, trying to avoid his steel gaze. "Not the type of person anyone would like as a friend."

"We won't know until we try though," Wooyoung said and smiled at her, making Seohyun wonder why the world didn't have more Wooyoungs.

"No harm in trying, right?" Yunho, who was behind her, vouched in.

Seohyun stopped to look at the odd group of friends, who were all smiling cheekily.

"You sure, blueberry?" She asked Hongjoong, who gasped in surprise. Yunho laughed out loud.

"If you don't call me blueberry, then why not?"

"Blueberry." Seohyun said and turned to walk away, hearing everyone laugh and make fun of Hongjoong. She saw the familiar figure of the ghost she had decided to meet, and she motioned with her eyes to turn to their left.

The ghost understood and it waited for her to turn left too. Seohyun looked back once at the boys who were now a good few steps behind, and she turned left, hoping no one had seen her, saw the empty road and joined hands with the ghost. She felt the familiar feeling of her heart sinking and her stomach flipping as the ghost teleported her to where it wanted to go.

The boys, who did notice her turning left in a hurry, followed soon after, only to find a very empty road with no where she could have gone or hidden.

"She did turn left. Right?" Mingi asked.

"She did. Didn't she? Or am I losing it finally?" Jongho muttered.

"Maybe it wasn't her?" Wooyoung suggested.

"But it was her. The grey in her hair..." Yunho said. "Maybe she turned right?" He looked at his right, where a few students were walking too.

San had been watching her and he was very sure she had turned left. Where she had gone... was a mystery.

"Strange..."

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"That's... horrible."

Seohyun stood in front of a small house, the white walls glaring back at her. The ghost, a young girl only her age, had just teleported her to an empty alley near this house, which belonged to her best friend. The ghost had just finished telling her how she had died; a road accident by a drunk driver. Since she had died an untimely death, she couldn't do anything about it except mourn over her own death.

"But... people who die in such accidents usually like to make sure justice is served, and get the perpetrator punished. Don't you wanna do that?"

"Oh, I did," the girl pushed her long black hair back, "my parents are doing a good job there, so I wanna let them continue. I don't... want them to know that I'm still here. They should find their peace with all this."

"Wow," Seohyun couldn't help but be amazed at how thoughtful this girl was, "that's very wise of you actually. So what are we doing here?"

"I checked on my friend, Chaeyoung, and it seems like she's not... doing well. I want to somehow let her know that I'm okay. I think that's when I'll be able to move on."

Seohyun, for once, felt actually sorry for the friend. She didn't have a best friend so she couldn't relate, but having someone like that in your life and so suddenly losing them... must be very sad.

"Okay, let's do this," Seohyun said, taking a deep breath and taking off her baseball cap off. She smoothened her uniform and finally rang the bell.

"What if someone else is home, and she creates a ruckus-"

"I checked, she's alone for now." The girl said, and again, she mentally applauded the girl for being so thoughtful.

"Hey, what was your name again? I mean how do I introduce-"

At that moment, a tall girl sporting a bob and puffy eyes fresh from crying opened the door.

"Hi," Seohyun said.

"Do I know you?" Chaeyeong asked.

"You don't, but I'm here to talk to you. I heard your friend recently passed away-" Seohyun paused when Chaeyoung rolled her eyes and attempted to shut the door at her face.

"Wait!" Seohyun said and Chaeyoung paused.

"My name is Soojin." The ghost finally said, and Seohyun looked at her once, catching her nervous stance before turning back to Chaeyoung.

"You might not believe it, but Soojin is here," Seohyun said, and Chaeyoung pursed her lips. "And I don't have all day, so I'll just prove it. Soojin told me some stuff only the two of you would know. How you had a crush on her brother for the longest time, how you want to meet your childhood best friend who's moved to the States, how-"

"Wait," Chaeyoung stepped out, "How- when did Soojin tell you this? Are you Soojin's friend?"

"My name is Seohyun. and I'm sure you've never heard of me from Soojin," Chaeyoung nodded and Seohyun continued, "Soojin is here. She hasn't been able to move on to the afterlife or whatever it is ahead because she can't stand seeing you in pain and blaming yourself because you invited her over to meet with you. She wants you to know that her parents are doing a great job at making sure the drunk driver gets punished, and she wants you to know it's not your fault."

Seohyun watched Chaeyoung's eyes fill with tears at that, and she put a hand in front of her mouth as tears fell, "She's really here?"

"Right here," Seohyun pointed towards where Soojin stood.

"Can't I see her?" Chaeyoung asked, "I want to see her one last time. If I can."

"I'm afraid not," Seohyun sighed, "I don't know if that's possible. But she can see you and hear you right now, just like me. So I'll leave you to say your last goodbye. You can call me when you're done, okay Soojin?"

Soojin nodded and Seohyun went into the little garden in the house to give them some space. She watched as Chaeyoung cried and spoke to her best friend for the last time, falling to her knees. Soojin couldn't touch her, but she patted her head and it was like Chaeyoung could actually feel it.

Seohyun looked up at the cloudy sky. For once, she wished it was sunnier.

After a few minutes, Soojin called out to Seohyun. She awkwardly patted Chaeyoung on the back, and Soojin started speaking as Seohyun told Chaeyoung that Soojin loved her, and yes, it was her who kept sticking their photo back at the wall to give her a sign, and she wanted Chaeyoung to stop talking to the walls because she won't be there to listen to her anymore and that would only make her look crazy (at which Chaeyoung laughed).

"I don't have a best friend, but you guys, you both had something special. And I'm saying this from my self, that I hope you cherish the bond you both had in your heart and really move on. Do what you want to, because life is short," Seohyun said and smiled.

"Thank you. I'll do my best," Chaeyoung wiped the last of her tears.

"She's going now," Seohyun said, "She wants you to smile so that's the last thing she sees."

Chaeyoung smiled as tears fell from her eyes, and Soojin said, "This fool. I told her to smile."

"Stop being so petty, Soojin, she is smiling!"

"What did she say?" Chaeyoung asked.

"She said she asked you to smile, not cry," Seohyun said and Chaeyoung burst out laughing.

Soojin thanked Seohyun for helping her, and she watched as she shut her eyes, and disappeared in an instant.

Seohyun sighed, and Chaeyoung understood. "Thank you, Seohyun. I hope we can meet again?"

"Oh, you don't have to do that," Seohyun shook her head, "I just hope you'll have a good life ahead."

"I feel bad for not doing anything for you, maybe I could take you for some coffee next time?"

"Well, actually," Seohyun looked around, "there is something you can do. Can you tell me where I am? And can you call me a taxi?"

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It turned out Seohyun was actually quite a while from home, so Chaeyoung ended up paying for the taxi because she felt bad for Soojin being so thoughtless when she teleported her here (at which Seohyun admitted Soojin was one of the wisest ghosts she had encountered). About 40 minutes later, Seohyun decided to drop by at a food street, because she was starving.

Seohyun walked through the hustling street, various food carts lining the street, several restaurants and cafes amidst them. She decided jjajangmyeon would do, so she sat alone at the table in the street, waiting for her meal. She was too tired to look at her phone so she just watched the people walking and eating.

She wished Jiwoo was here. Better than having no company. She wouldn't admit it, but she had grown quite used to her company. Jiwoo still hadn't been able to recall her memories of who she was and how she died, and why she was still hanging around. So Seohyun had left her at it.

Seohyun was so lost thinking about Jiwoo that she didn't notice Seonghwa, Hongjoong and Mingi approaching her until they stopped right in front of her.

"Of all the places," Seohyun wondered out loud, not caring how it might sound to them.

"It seems like we were meant to meet today," Mingi said dramatically, and Hongjoong slapped his arm as he said, "It looks like you haven't gone home yet. Isn't it very late?"

Seohyun sat back in her chair, putting one leg on top of the other. "And what do you care?"

"Ah, so that's what you meant when you said people don't like to have you as a friend," Hongjoong said, and Seonghwa gasped at his friend as he scolded him, but stopped when Seohyun laughed out loud.

"Since you're here, are you gonna take a seat or will you be continuing to walk aimlessly?"

"I guess we'll take a seat," Mingi said, and they all sat and decided to order food first.

"Aren't you cold?" Seonghwa asked, as he noticed how Seohyun put her bag on her bare legs.

"I am. But I'm okay," she said, and Seonghwa shook his head as he started to take off his jacket. "Oh please, I'm okay, I'll feel really bad if you do this."

"Nonsense, this is an extra layer anyway," Seonghwa handed her the jacket and she realized it was true; he did have many layers on him. So Seohyun put his jacket on her legs, muttering a thank you.

"So what's your story?" Hongjoong asked, and Seohyun raised her brows as she said, "You first. I'll talk after I have some food."

"Alright then," Hongjoong said, and told her how they all had been classmates since elementary, with Seonghwa and Hongjoong being friends since that time, until Wooyoung and Yeosang who had also been friends joined, then one by one the group grew.

"Interesting," Seohyun said, "And the 8 of you... How do you get along peacefully? I can't even get along with one."

Mingi pfft-ed at her. "We aren't exactly saints ourselves, but with us being 8, it becomes hard to take anyone serious."

Seohyun scoffed, "So the reason you all get along so well is because you all don't take anyone serious."

"Basically, yes," Mingi answered proudly, and food was served. Seohyun hungrily dig in, and Seonghwa scolded her for eating so quick.

"So with Seonghwa as a mother figure of the group," Seohyun began, "I can imagine why there is peace among all of you."

"Ha. ha. Very funny," Seonghwa rolled his eyes but Hongjoong and Mingi laughed, agreeing with her as they said, "She's not wrong."

She watched them bicker back and forth and wondered if this could really work out. They seemed very tightly knit, and she felt like an intruder. She wasn't even sure if they would feel comfortable with her. Why had they even asked her to be their friend?

"It really does show. That you've been friends for a long time," Seohyun commented, fiddling with her noodles.

"It does, huh?" Mingi smiled at her.

"Can I ask you something?" Seohyun said, and they nodded, "Why did you ask me to be your friend? I mean, you guys look okay as you are now. You don't need an extra friend in this group of yours. So why ask, and why me?"

"Well, how do I put it..." Hongjoong wondered out loud.

"You've got good aim," Mingi said, and for a second, Seohyun was lost before she realized.

"I didn't do that on purpose!" Seohyun's eyes were wide, and Mingi told her that he, of course, was joking, But he winked right after, which made her wonder if that was actually one of the reasons.

"Our group needs a girl. There are too many boys." Seonghwa said, and Seohyun raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sure there's no lack of girls in your school."

"There isn't... but they are too... girly?" Hongjoong seemed to think how to put it, and Seohyun folded her arms.

"And what if I am girly too?" Seohyun countered.

"You're just the right amount of weird. Yeosang already clicked so well with you. San loves your cat. You sit in the middle of us. You have no friends. Now you can't avoid it."

"Wow, okay," Seohyun finished her noodles as she thought about what they had said. "And what if... we don't get along?" Seohyun asked.

"We're not exactly forcing you, are we?" Hongjoong asked and she nodded, "If you like to stay alone, then fine. But Wooyoung, it was his idea. And he really knows when a person needs a friend."

"Oh," Seohyun realized what he meant. She looked like she needed friends.

"Plus, we do get along well, don't you think?" Mingi smiled.

"Well, what can I say, except that you'll find me really weird. And okay, I can try. But one day, you're gonna wonder why you even thought we could be friends. You'll wish you'd never asked me."

The three of them stared at her. Seohyun stared back and once again, the three of them burst out laughing.

"We're already regretting. Was it so hard to make friends, Hongjoong?" Mingi asked.

"I don't even remember. Wow."

Seohyun couldn't help but laugh as she thought how it was gonna be. It was true. No one took anything serious.

Maybe they'll never find out about her ghost problems then.

Or maybe they'll never believe her.

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dreamingmanip · 3 years

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“MADNESS LOVE” PART 2

*GIF NOT MINE*

You can find part 1 here.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: None (if I need one let me know in my ask!)

Prompt: NONE

Word Count: 2,026

A/N: Hi guys! Like I said before, this is part 2 of 3 for this imagine. I loved this fic so much I could’t stop writing. I hope you liked it, like always if you like this, please like it and reblog it. This would be pin on my page so you can find it without problems.

The tears kept rolling down your face all the way home, you didn't bother to wipe them away when you met your neighbor in the lobby, asking you if you were okay. You weren't, you were holding yourself to not break down in the middle of the hallway, making a scene.

Your keys jingled while you opened the front door, your hands trembling; you shut the door behind you. There was some light coming from outside the window but mostly it was dark,and that's how you felt, as if somebody took the light inside you leaving you blind. You leaned you back on the door, your body sliding down to the cold floor, sitting there looking at nothing. A cell phone started ringing in the distance but you didn't want to move. Your eyes fluttered trying to focus in the dark, searching in your jacket for it, the screen on the phone glowed and illuminated your face, Jay's name showed up, and the killing pain came back to your chest just looking at his name, so you decided to turn it off.

God knows how long you were there until you decided to stand up and go to your room to take a shower, put on some pajamas and grabbed the bottle of wine that was in the back of your fridge taking it to your room. Jay's words echoing in your head, over and over again.

Did he commit to his job, to his Unit, that he was fine letting you go? His words were etched in your mind. Of course you understood the full situation, he was right; you were the new still, not a detective, but that wasn't what was hurting you, it was realizing how he believed you both could never say anything because your jobs were more important.

Somehow you fell asleep before finishing the bottle of wine. The clock on your nightstand began to chime, it seemed that you had barely fallen asleep. Your room was still dark thanks to the curtains but some rays of sun could creep in. You stretched out your hand to turn off the alarm, and at the same time, your cell phone began to ring, you probably turned it on again in the middle of the night, you were a cop and sometimes you did stuff automatically; you raised it a little to be able to answer.

"Hello?"

“Hey Y/N, please don’t tell me you were still in bed.”

Your voice was a little croaky when you spoke.

“Uhm, no I wasn’t. My throat feels weird this morning, so… yeah.”

Kim’s voice was joyful even on the phone, you turned to see the clock, in a bright green color it said “8:15 AM”. You sat up immediately, moving the soft sheets wrapped on your body away while Kim was still talking.

“...So I called Kevin and we decided to bring you some donuts and your favorite coffee before the event. We’re 10 minutes away.”

“Fuck”.

You murmured getting in the bathroom. Kim looked at Kevin a little concerned.

“Sorry Kim, I spilled some water on the table but, uhm, yeah. See you in 10”.

Ending the call, you got in the shower, didn’t even wait for the warm water so you screamed a little feeling the coldness on your skin. The fastest shower you ever took in your life, leaving you with only five minutes to get dressed up and do your hair.

You were in the final touches of your makeup when a few small knocks on the front door warned you of the arrival of Burgess and Atwater. Taking one last look at the mirror to put a smile on your face before one of them would notice something, you felt anxious and devastated and trying to hide it from officers and detectives required a lot of self control.

Both of your friends smiled when you opened the door, Kim was holding a little box with cartoon drawings of donuts on the top while Kevin was offering you a cup of your favorite coffee. All of you wearing uniforms.

“Thanks guys, I barely ate something this morning”.

You took the coffee from Kevin’s hand, taking a little sip before walking out of your apartment, closing the door behind you. The three of you were talking about random stuff all the way to the car and to the downtown, well, Kim was the one talking with Kevin, you were mentally preparing yourself to see Jay, it wasn’t working at all.

“So Y/N, Jay called me last night, which was a little weird if I have to admit, he asked me about you”.

Kim was looking at you through the view rear mirror, you blinked a couple of times without saying anything. Why did Jay call Kim to ask her for you? You had no idea and that's exactly what you said.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I was at home last night. He’s weird sometimes you know that.”

“I know, right? He asked me if you were with me last night but we were at Molly’s. Adam, Hailey, Kevin and I, we miss you by the way.”

Kevin looked at you, knowing something went wrong between you and Jay.

“We invited Halstead to celebrate but he said he was busy filling some forms for Trudy after shift.”.

“Well, I don’t know him so well. I think he prefers to be alone. Look, the press is here too”.

You passed some news cars, reporters were setting their cameras to get a better view. Jay hated this, he wasn’t comfortable seeing his face on the paper just for doing his job and also Voight taught them that when his unit was formed, and everyone did almost the same.

You got out of the car after Kevin parked near the place. Hailey was the first who noticed you, she raised her hand and started to wave it. You smiled, Kim was doing the same and started walking towards her, Kevin patted your shoulder making you go slowly.

“What happened last night? Jay called me too, he said he was worried about you”.

“Well, he doesn't have to do that anymore. We’re done”.

“Wait, what?”

Kevin stopped for a moment, that news caught him by surprise.

“Y/N, are you sure of this? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll support any decision you make, all the way, but I know your feelings. Working together could get harder.”

You nodded your head, you knew it. It was going to get hard in every possible way, seeing him every morning not able to steal a kiss from each other at the coffee room or staying up watching a movie with your head on his chest; suddenly a bunch of memories came back to your mind, you shook your head slowly, you gave him a side smile.

“Kev, I got this. I’m gonna be fine. C’mon”.

You bumped his arm with yours while you reached out to Hailey and Kim, for a moment Hailey looked at you and nodded, Jay talked to her too. You nodded back to her.

A few moments later, Voight and Trudy joined you. In the place there were a small, but considerable, number of people but no matter how much you searched with your eyes, you could not find Jay. The coordinators asked you to take your seats, for obvious reasons the Intelligence Unit was in the front row, it wasn't until that moment that you could see Jay in his uniform, you had always liked the way he looked in it. However, he didn't seem very happy, he seemed calm but you noticed the pressure on his jaw, his straight shoulders and his gaze in front of him, but he wasn't looking at you.

He was sitting next to some superiors in the platform in front of you. The Superintendent stepped up to the microphone to start his speech, some photographers started to point their cameras to the people and then to the "big hero".

The ceremony wasn't too long, you all met in the back while reporters were asking now questions to some people. Voight was smiling, which was rare, while Jay was walking towards the group.

Adam was the first to talk, and like always, started to make some jokes.

"There he is, the super cop Jay Halstead. The man of the year!"

He padded Jay's shoulder, he had a shy smile on his lips. Uncomfortable by all the attention he was receiving.

"Thanks Ruzek, I think the cartel in Mexico didn't hear you".

Everybody laughed, including you. Jay looked at you for a moment, actually felt more like 2 seconds.

"Alright, let's go back to the district and back to work. We can celebrate later at Molly's".

Voight spoke and all dismissed to the cars, you went with Kevin again, this time Kim decided to ride with Ruzek, the awkward sensation was still there so she didn't want it to push it further and make you uncomfortable. Once inside the car, you kept quiet all the way, Kevin knew you were lying but he also knew how you dealt with a broken heart.

You went to the locker room and just arrived at the district, it was too damn warm to keep it all day, also it was used just for events like this. When you got to the door you spotted Hailey, she was putting her badge on her belt. You kept your head down, trying to avoid her, you greet her with a quiet voice.

"Uhm Y/N, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Yeah, sure."

Hailey closed the door and crossed her arms on her chest, her cautious blue eyes looking back at you.

"Look, when Jay told me he was dating you, I told him it was stupid. Not worth it if your careers could be over just for a romance that could last just a few months".

You knew Hailey, she was a bad ass woman and probably didn't say it to her so often but you admire her. She was serious, she didn't like to play games when it comes to her friends.

"I'm sorry for telling you this, but that was before seeing how good you are together as partners and as a couple. I was scared for both of you because I love you and I care about you. I'm not on Jay's side or your side, left me out that but Y/N, it's not easy to Jay open his heart like he did with you. He doesn't want to lose you and I guess the only way he can control that feeling it's not letting anybody know about it. Forgive me if I was a little obtrusive".

You didn't notice there were a few tears on your cheek, cleared your throat to be available to speak but you failed at finding the right words, it took you a few seconds to speak.

"It's okay Hailey, but what about me? What about my feelings? I know Jay is right, we could lose our jobs but, why make me feel like his dirty secret?"

Hailey took a few steps closer, her blue eyes now looking sad.

"Of course your feelings are valid. Don't get me wrong, I have been in that position before and it's not easy. All I'm saying is, you shouldn't leave things unspoken, this stuff gets heavy later."

She hugged you tight, rubbing your back. You held her too, she knew what she was talking about, you never asked before 'cause she was very private but you believed her at anything she said.

After changing your clothes, you came back to the bullpen, nobody was talking, you sat at your chair and looked around; it seemed like everybody was tense for no reason. Voight was in his office and the unit was on some paperwork. You felt someone looking at you, directly. There was no need to look up, you knew Jay was looking at you from time to time. You haven’t talked to each other yet, you needed to, but that wasn’t the right place.

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backtoyuta · 3 years

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NCT 127: at a frat party

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❁ [Taeil] Introverted confidant; Taeil is the guy you go to to seek solace in when you're not really feeling the vibe. Maybe the music sucked, the drinks weren't having an effect on you or it was too rowdy, whatever the problem was you could always sneak away or locate him somewhere a little quieter and just observe the mess from a distance. He'll laugh appreciatively if you took the initiative to sneak some snacks or drinks laid out and ruffle you hair playfully to thank you, making astute remarks about how drunk his friends are and groan about how he'll probably have to carry one of them home later. It's likely that you'll both be stuck with the task of making sure everyone gets home safe, shove bread in someone's mouth in hopes of it helping somehow even if you're not totally sober yourself. Maybe he gets really into the party once in a while, and when he does he benignly encourages you to let loose yourself and join in the fun, however it's almost always a guarantee that you'll end up taking a breather from the noise together in the garden, the part of the living room that isn't occupied, in desperate situations a random storage cupboard (Everybody got the wrong idea with that one) (No, you never quite lived it down). It's a nice feeling to see his expression perk when he finally sees you, the quick hug you always exchange, the knowing glances when your social batteries are already dying and its time to dip.

❁ [Johnny] Life of the party; Being the extroverted king he is, Johnny is the guy you might end up holding onto his sleeve for most of the night, figuratively. The guy that knows everyone, he'll happily adopt you if you look like you feel out of your depth and kindly make you a drink and usher you towards a group to try and let loose. Being with Johnny means a lot of attention, being introduced to people here and there and him playfully picking on you during drinking games, volunteering to make a fool of himself when someone dares you to do something a little too outrageous. Johnny is the comfort you need whilst simultaneously the reason for your death because drunk Johnny means a lot of shameless flirting and eye contact from across the kitchen counter, as well as keeping you close to his side and out of reach when someone else tries the same thing on you. At some heinous hour in the morning the rooms are considerably emptier, discarded cups everywhere and chiller music is humming from the bluetooth speakers, you could kid yourself that it was just you two even though you're sitting in a pool of people. His arm swung casually around your shoulders, "Did you have a good time?" Falling from his mouth slightly slurred and giving you an affectionate squeeze and a lazy kiss to the top of your head when you nod your head yes.

❁ [Taeyong] Hangover mum no. 1; We all know Taeyong has his maternal vibe going on, but lest we forget he too is a guy in his mid twenties looking for a good time. That being said, he wasn't surprised when Johnny dropped you off to his charge, the smell of alcohol radiating off of you, your appearance looking a lot more fragile from what he remembered when you first arrived that evening. He was incredibly patient, letting you rest in his bedroom while you sipped your water, salty pretzels at the ready for when you got the munchies and if disaster struck, he didn't judge when he pushed your hair back for a tactical chunder. He would assure you that you weren't keeping him from his friends when it had been a little while, and would keep a close eye on you when you rejoin the group, just a cup of lemonade in your grasp as a means of preventing a relapse. He's the guy that doesn't pressure you to join during drinking games, is perfectly content to give you his hoodie and let you sidle up to him as means of comfort and just observe everyone else admitting to disgusting truths during Never Have I Ever. At the end of the night he walks to your pace, will listen and hum attentively at any drunken musings that fall out of your mouth he knows you'll regret telling him tomorrow.

❁ [Yuta] King of the drinking games; Yuta isn't the type to shy away from a good time, and he's always front and centre when it comes to lowkey humiliating himself in Ring of Fire, truth or dare, or any of the classics. His confidence outweighs the most disgusting things he's admitted to doing, the embarrassment of what someone dared him to do and you've never seen someone chug a drink with so much gusto. Always manages to come up with the most evil questions, hitting right where it hurts and you dread when his turn rolls around again and his gaze lands on you. He's impressed when you take up his dares with dignity, or admit shamelessly to any hidden tattoos or piercings. If you caught his interest, will switch on the scorpio and keep his gaze trained on you for the rest of the night, will try and pry any information out of you by keeping you included in conversations and will 100% invite you to his room when the party is over. His demeanour reads as chaotic, he thrives being around his friends, but you somehow manage to unlock that calmer more intuitive part of him when he catches you outside the bathroom to check that he didn't go too far during one of the infamous games being played in the living room.

❁ [Doyoung] Hangover mum no.2; We've all seen the sweet and caring side of Doyoung jump out before, so if you're on your merry way towards being wasted he can't help but intervene to make sure you're ok. Don't be fooled though, he doesn't really have the patience of Taeyong, so expect a whole lotta tough love. He won't hesitate to flick you on the forehead when you get a little too in his face, though he deliberately doesn't do it too hard. Inadvertently gives off the impression that you're a nuisance as he scoffs and sighs at you weeping over a packet of crisps, has to later make a point of assuring you that "you're fine, you should just know better". There's an air of fondness that lingers when you settle down a bit and start to enjoy yourself at a more acceptable level of tipsiness and he insists that he walks you home. "Begrudgingly" hands over his jacket when you complain about being cold even though that was his plan all along, and takes mental notes of all the ridiculous drunken comments you make so he can torment you with them later.

❁ [Jaehyun] The guy who may or may not be responsible for your death; One thing about Jaehyun, he's the guy who's terrible at mixing drinks. Don't look at Johnny, he won't help you, when you asked for sex on the beach expect anal on the rocks because Jaehyun knows jack shit about ratio of alcohol to mixer. Don't worry too much, as much as it's his fault for accidentally getting you trashed, he takes as much responsibility for looking after you and making sure you have a good time. Lowkey turns into a frat boy cliche, the hat is on backwards and he's already tugging your arm to coerce you into being his partner for beer pong. He drinks most of the cups whenever you lose to make up for the terrifying concoctions he had you drink earlier and celebrates over excessively when you win by wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and lifting you in to the air slightly. His harmless nice chad vibes make for good company and there's the tingly feeling of chemistry when he laughs loudly at your jokes, eyes turning into little crescents and dimples popping, he watches proudly and thinks "that's my girl" when you make all his friends laugh with you.

❁ [Jungwoo] Level 300 clinger; whether you're moving between groups, leaving to get more food, or shifting to get a better view of the beer pong table, Jungwoo will find a way to squeeze in next to you some way some how. You can always feel an arm ghosting around your waist or around your shoulders, or hear his giggle right there beside your ear. After spending so much time on your feet, you both eventually flop on the sofa, a tangled mess of limbs whilst you try and catch your breath. People keep asking if you're together because of the excessive physical contact, and you hate how he thrives at you scrambling awkwardly for an answer to convey that wasn't the case while he just smiles innocently, making no effort to debunk the comments. There's a high chance that if either of you end up staying over in the other's house, he'll make sure he'll consensually sleep right there next to you, talking randomly about any topic that crosses his mind until you fall asleep. The mornings involve laughing at each other's bed head until you tune into your hangover's, sharing the one bottle of water while scrambling for painkillers and nagging at each other for not cutting either of you off when you went too far.

❁ [Mark] Lightweight; to keep it short and simple, Mark Lee proved himself to be a bit of a lightweight from the get-go, and now here you were, the room dim and bass thumping while Mark laughs loudly at whatever Johnny was saying and you haven't even been there for an hour yet. Mark is the guy that is kinda hard to keep track of, you thought you saw him in the kitchen but now he's messing around with Haechan in the garden and each time you regroup with him he's even more drunk than before. He always finds you eventually, maybe you were taking a load off at the snack table, munching crisps and replying to texts when a lanky arm swings over your shoulders and Mark's smily face is way too close to your line of sight asking if you're OK. If he feels he's neglected you for too long he overcompensates by ushering you to his current group and making a point of pulling a fold out chair right next to his, his laugh dominating the conversation even if the joke wasn't that funny. When the night draws to a close, he settles down, the lack of people taking a toll on his energy and that's where he engages in conversations way too deep for a frat party and way too personal for just friends, though you never worried, there was no way he would remember any of this tomorrow.

❁ [Haechan] Partner in crime; That one friend who you end up hanging with the whole night, even if that wasn't the intention. Haechan doesn't fear drunkenness, it doesn't seem like he fears anything, and he'll always without fail drag you down with him. He's the guy that cheers obnoxiously when you down your shot, always picks on you in the drinking games because he loves to see you embarrassed and the one you sneak away with to try cigarettes even if it turns out you don't really like them. His famous last words are always "I'll do it if you do it" and that's the story of how you both ended up jumping into a neighbour's pool completely wasted, and now hoarding the bottle of tequila. Haechan is the guy that kind of makes you make a complete fool out of yourself, but always assures you that nobody will remember by the morning and to just live in the moment. Your favourite part of these frat parties is always looking through your photos the next day and laughing at all the horrendous selfies and videos he took before you noticed he had your phone for the last 15 minutes.

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