#;; good girls like you shouldn’t play with bad boys like me { au verse }

[aewriting]

Ohhhh tell me about the Western AU!

Ooooh the Western AU, yes. 

This is one I started a while ago, and the further I got into it, I realized that I would have to do a LOT of research for it to turn out the way I wanted.  That being said, after receiving your ask, I’ve been thinking about it, and I believe there are ways I could go with it that may not be so labor intensive, but could still deliver the story I’m looking for.  It’s been a really long time since I’ve posted anything related to this, so I’m posting the previous excerpts below the cut.

Warnings for mentions of abuse, injury, harmful religious beliefs, sexual suggestiveness, presence of a firearm

Peek 1:

All the Manes boys were handsome. Polite. Hard workers.  The older two were spitting images of Jesse, while the younger two looked… different (“Like the mother,” people would whisper around town).  If there was the occasional bruise, black eye, well… boys liked to tussle. And even if it wasn’t a tussle… that was Jesse’s right, wasn’t it? Spare the rod, spoil the child.  Heaven knows other men, left on their own with four boys, wouldn’t have raised them so well.

Things changed, after the accident.

Some said that Jesse shouldn’t have pushed the boy so hard, that he was young, yet, to be riding that horse.  They said that Jesse wouldn’t hear it, said that the boy needed to grow up, be a man. And, really, who was going to stand up to Jesse?  No one tells another man how to raise his own children, especially not a man like Jesse.

The injury had been bad.  Boy was lucky to still have his life.

As soon as it was clear he’d live, Jesse dropped him at the orphanage.

Peek 2:

He doesn’t remember much, about the other two.  A boy and a girl.  Dark hair, and lovely blonde hair.  That lovely blonde hair is what got them out of here.  One of the fancy ladies from town, oohing and aahing.

Maybe he should have clung to her, too, like the boy did.  Maybe he could have gotten out, too.

It wasn’t to be.

He caught on quickly.  Not just the language, the speech.  He caught on with how to survive, in a place like this.  Avoid the older kids, especially the boys.  Make himself useful.

And don’t… don’t…

“He’s a devil child.”

“He’s not.”

“You… you know it’s him.  There was no one else in that room, with the laundry tub. There’s no other explanation.”

“There are a million explanations.”

“And then there’s the way he is.  With the animals, the babies.  It’s like, like…”

“Some folks have a talent for that sort of thing.”

“Talent? Is that how you see it? I’m beseeching you, Sister, let me call Father George.  He… he will take care of this.”

“Take care of what? The extra help we get with the infants, the chickens? The washing? No. The way I see it, the boy is a gift, not an abomination.”

It had warmed something, in Michael.  And from that point on, he knew two things.  He had to be careful. And he had to be useful.

Peek 3: (This one’s NEW)

“You need to go, child.”

“What?”

Sister Joan is in his face now, shoving a bundle in his arms.

“They’ve called Father George.  You need to go before he gets here.  Please, Michael,” she says, sounding desperate.

“But Alex - “

“Will be fine,” she says quickly. She purses her lips. “Sister Felicity blames you.  Entirely,” she says, looking at Michael meaningfully. “For corrupting

“She’s wanted me gone since the week I got here,” he says bitterly, trying to process what’s just happened. “And she treats Alex like he’s some, some infant just because of his leg.“

Sister Joan nods in apparent agreement. “I gave you some clothes, food, a little money.” She looks down. “It’s not much, Michael.”

“Thank you,” he whispers, and without warning, she pulls him in for a hug.

“Be careful, my son,” she breathes, holding him to her tightly. “Your name,” she whispers, “it means ‘Who is like God?��� And I’ve always thought it fit you.”

He pulls back a bit, looks at her questioningly.

“I’ve seen what you can do,” she says softly.  “With the animals, the children. the... the others things I can’t explain.” She shakes her head in wonder.  “The others, they say it’s the devil in you, but it’s not.  It’s not.” She releases him from her embrace. “May god bless you, Michael.” 

Peek 4:

“I, I can’t do this, Michael.”

“Sure you can,” Michael says, tone light.  “You used to do this every day back at the orphanage.”

“It’s been years.”

Michael quirks an eyebrow at him.  “You really think it won’t come right back?”

Alex shakes his head.  Damn him.  He sees the expression in Michael’s eye – he knows what he’s doing. And suddenly Michael’s hands are on him, his shirt, unbuttoning the collar, the first and second buttons.

“What are you doing?” Alex hisses.

“Improving your odds.”

“What?”

Michael’s head suddenly shoots up. “Shh, I think… I think she’s coming.  Let me do the talking.”

Alex nods, and watches the door to the saloon swing open.  A beautiful woman enters…

And promptly aims a shotgun at Michael.

“What the hell are you doing in my bar before first call, Guerin?”

Michael’s hands are raised in surrender, and he’s smirking.

“Wonderful to see you too, DeLuca, m’lady.”

She’s shaking her hear at him.  “Don’t pull that horseshit. What are you doing here?” She swings the shotgun around.  “And who is he?”

“He,” Michael says, “is Alex.  Great pianist from out East.  Renowned.  I heard ol’ Tom skipped town, and I thought I’d help out my favorite girl.”

Alex’s chest clutches a little at the way he says it, the way this… DeLuca woman’s mouth twitches into a half-smile. She does lower the shotgun, though.

“The Ortechos are good under any circumstances,” Michael says, his tone suggestive.  “But they’re even better with music.” Michael bites his lower lip. “Those hips, damn.” He looks the woman over, every inch of her.  “Wouldn’t mind seeing you in action up on that stage again, DeLuca.”

She laughs, wryly.  “Nuh uh, Guerin, someone has to mind the bar, break up the fights.” She looks at Alex then, more carefully.  “He’s a good-looking sort.”

Michael’s smile widens. “He is, isn’t he?”

DeLuca snorts a bit. “God help you, Guerin, you’re insufferable.” Her attention is on Alex again. “Someone like him would certainly brighten up the bar.  Maybe coax some ladies into staying for a drink or two.”

“Some men, even.”

DeLuca’s eyes widen.  “Guerin,” she says, voice low.  “You don’t know when to keep your damn mouth shut sometimes, I swear.”

She finally speaks to Alex.  “I’m sorry about him, and I’m sorry you ever fell in with his lot.”

Alex smiles, shrugs.  Seated as he is at the old piano, he doesn’t think she’s noticed his leg.  All the better.  

“Why don’t you play something for us?”

So Alex breathes deeply, flexes his fingers, and launches into what he hopes is a pleasing rendition of “Ode to Joy.”

It goes… well, he thinks. No major mistakes.  He’d played it so often for Sister Felicity, in the evenings, that it’s almost like muscle memory. Satisfied, he finishes up.

Michael’s gaping at him.  “Alex, that was – “

“It was good, really good,” DeLuca says, looking thoughtful, if not quite enthusiastic. “I mean, technically, I don’t see any issues.  But, ah, people don’t really come to the saloon to hear Beethoven.  Can you play anything else?”

Alex pauses, then launches into “Nearer My God to Thee.”

Michael still looks rapt, but the DeLuca woman is shaking her head a bit. “I… look,” she says, and she finally, finally sets down the shotgun on top of the bar and walks up to Alex.  “Your playing is lovely.  But… but do you understand what happens here? In this place?” Alex looks at her for a long moment.  Looks at Michael.

He needs this job.  He needs money.

He breathes deep, hits some keys, opens his mouth, and sings. “As I was a-walking down Paradise Street, way, hey, blow the man down! A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet. Give me some time to blow the man down!”

He continues like this for a few verses, trying to get into it. He peeks up, over the piano, and DeLuca’s smiling. Tapping her foot along to the beat.

This is one of those sea shanties that can just go on forever and ever, so Alex decides to call it, finish it up. “Give me some time to blow the man down!”

DeLuca slaps her open palm on the bar and starts clapping.  “Yes! Thank you! That’ll work, that will certainly work. Now, If you can take that spirit and apply it to a song about the railroad, or drinking, or lost love, or, or just about anything that the Ortecho sisters can shake their skirts to, you’re hired, honey.”

Alex sags in relief.  “Thank you.”

Michael looks at DeLuca, then at Alex.  “I dunno.  I personally kinda liked all the talk about blowing a man.”

And with that, DeLuca gives him a strong shove. “Outta my bar, Guerin.  But you,” she says, and points at Alex.  “Come back this afternoon.  1pm.  You need to meet Liz and Rosa.”

[forlornmelody]

Kord Center Mall: Rose Takes Bart to a Rave

Rating: Explicit (there’s smut, and drug use, and lots of swearing)

Fandom(s): Mass Effect, DC Comics

Ship: JayRose (Jason Todd/Rose Wilson)

AO3 Link: Here

Summary: Even the best-made plans go sideways, sometimes.In which Rose plans to have a good time with her NOT boyfriend, but ends up watching over the most annoying and most adorable kid working at Kord Center Mall.

Note: This is a cross over, mall-verse AU concocted by @scifi-ginger and myself. You’ve been warned.

-*-*-

Rose Wilson has three stops she makes on her hour-long lunch break. How she managed to get an hour instead of 30 minutes like most part-timers, no one seems to know. Her desk partner, Cassandra Sandsmark--regular employee of the month and all-around wonder girl, has definitely noticed, and she protests every time Rose leaves. Their manager likes Rose, so he never says anything. Or maybe he’s terrified of her dad like everyone else. Getting into his scheduling software is easy enough, especially since he has the password on a sticky note behind his monitor. It’s not Rose’s fault if he doesn’t bother to memorize it.

First she goes to Joey’s counter at MAC. For someone who’d rather sign than talk, Joey sure sells a lot of beauty products. It’s probably the way he smiles at his customers, giving them bedroom eyes regardless of their gender. When Rose spots him, he’s chatting up some twink who has trouble standing still. Joey lays a steadying hand on his shoulder, applying the liquid eye liner like he’s still in art school. He waves at Rose when he’s done with the makeover, walking the guy over to the counter to what’s surely going to be a big sale. When the customer signs his receipt, he also jots down his number. Taking the receipt, Joey nods at the guy, then at Rose.

“Oh! Sorry. Didn’t realize you’d been waiting.” The twink stumbles out of the store, leaving Joey and Rose alone at the counter.

Joey punches the guy’s number into his phone and Rose rolls her eyes. Her brother sets his phone down, and his hands flurry into signs. “What? Was it something I said?”

Rose leans across the counter, so his co-worker can’t hear her talk. “Really? Are you going to seduce every single person who comes in here?”

Waving his hand dismissively, Joey snorts. “He was cute.”

“You say that about everyone, Joey. And I won’t let you tarnish my reputation as the skankiest Wilson.”

Leaning back towards her with a wicked gleam in his eye, Joey slaps his hand on the counter. “I’m pretty sure Pop has us both beat there.”

“Gross.” Rose starts to walk out, but her phone pings. 

I still want Vega’s number.

Rose turns back to face him, grinning widely as she moonwalks out the store. “Fucking a personal trainer won’t get you a free membership!” She calls out.

Joey’s hands move so big Rose is convinced the department store across the hall can see. “But it will get me some exercise!”

 Shaking her head, Rose moves on to the crystal shop three doors down. Rachel, or Raven, as most call her, is busy ringing someone up, so Rose peruses the tea selection. She isn’t really sure what to make of the supernatural or the paranormal, to be honest, but she humors her friend--getting palm and tarot readings from her so Raven can practice. Every so often she’ll even join her meditation sessions, though Rose has the worst time sitting still. Her latest mantra is “I’d rather be punching a bag” over and over until Raven shoves her away.

Ignoring the names of the teas, Rose takes her time sniffing each jar for the one’s that’ll taste best. She picks one up that smells like almost nothing. What’s the fucking poi--

“I don’t think you need anything for erectile dysfunction.” Raven drawls from behind her. “If you do, we really need to talk.”

“Jesus.” Rose jumps a little, slamming the lid back down. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”

“Are you actually going to buy something, or are you just here to fuck off?” Raven folds her arms, eyeing Rose with a smirk. 

“What’s a good compliment to some dank weed?” Rose leans back against the shelves, jostling several jars in her wake.

Raven scoffs, but digs out a couple jars, pushing Rose out of the way. “What does Joey think about you partying with the mall’s resident bad boys?”

“And girl.” Rose holds up a finger like a kindergarten teacher. “Don’t forget the girl.” As if anyone could forget Jack Nought. With her mohawk and tats, she looks like she walked off the set of Mad Max. Maybe she did. Jack can do whatever the fuck she wants. “And Joey trusts me to take care of myself.” She pokes Raven in the nose. “Unlike some people.”

“Har har.” Raven waves her off like a fly. “And your dad?” Her voice lightens, and her eyebrows knit together, all airs of indifference falling away. She moves behind the counter, measuring and weighing the ounces of tea, only to toss the generous amounts in the bags anyway. Samara lets Raven do what she wants, too. They should start a club.

“He can go fuck himself.” 

“You know, I have an extra room available if you--”

“Don’t.” Rose eyes the register to see what total Raven rang up, and slams extra down on the counter.

“Fine.” Raven starts to count out her change. Rose leaves before she can put it in her hands. Good thing she was already on her way to the punk store.

Jack is chewing and blowing bubblegum when Rose walks in. “Hey fucker,” she calls out affectionately.

“Fuck you too, Jack.” Rose circles the counter, squeezing Jack’s butt in her usual greeting--her eyes searching the merchandise.

“Looking for Jason?” Jack slaps her ass in reply. He’s running inventory in the back.”

“No, your other boy toy.” Rose quips as she heads towards the backdoor. She’s not allowed back there, but she’s on good terms with the management team.

Jason is waist deep in open boxes when she finds him. “Hey asshole,” she says to his back as he studies his clipboard. 

“Jesus.” Jason slips and falls back against one stack of merchandise. His clipboard goes flying. Peanuts rain down on their heads. “Hey bastard.”

Rose picks the peanuts from her hair, squishing one between her fingers. “Excuse me? You’re the one who’s adopted.”

Jason pulls her down with him. “You’re the one who disowned her dad.” 

Plastic bags squeak underneath their feet as she settles down next to him. “He deserved it.” Next to Jason isn’t close enough. Rose crawls into his lap.

“Rose, I’m a little--”

“Busy?” Her breath ghosts across his lips. “Not busy enough.” His body always feels so warm beneath her hands.

Jason’s lips part, and his hand wanders back and forth across the top of her shoulder, like he can’t decide between pushing her away and pulling her closer. “Jack will kill us if she finds us goofing off.”

“Since when do you care about the rules?” She kisses him once, long and slow, one hand scratching the back of his neck. “And she won’t kill me. I’m on break.” 

Jason swears. “I’m already behind today.”

“Does that mean yes?”

“You asked?” He kisses her this time, pulling her tight against him. They fit together like puzzle pieces. 

Rose trails her other hand down his side, sliding it between them. She drinks in his groan, sliding her tongue into his mouth, and her hand into his hoodie pocket. 

Jason seizes her wrist, pulling away from her mouth. His breath comes out ragged. “Really?”

Sitting back, she pouts. “Empty? Nothing? Nada? Zilch?”

“I’m working.”

“Not even one joint? You disappoint me, Todd.”

“I’m not going to get arrested at work, Wilson.”

“At least tell me there’s a party this weekend.” Rose traces the lines of Jason’s jaw. She could do it all day. It’s not her fault he’s so easy on the eyes. 

Jason leans back against the boxes, pulling Rose with him. “Mm. I think there’s a rave.”

Grinning slowly, Rose braces her hands on either side of his head, letting her hair drape around their faces. “Please tell me we’re going.”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll get a group together.” He slides her hoodie’s zipper down. “Get a couple cars going.” His eyebrows scrunch together as he grins up at her. “Shouldn’t you be thinking about right now?”

“Depends.” Her hand slides underneath his hoodie and his shirt, shivering at the way his skin jumps. It should be illegal for someone to be this perfect. “Is it going to be more fun than this weekend?”

Jason rolls them over, pushing her shirt up. “Depends.” He lavishes her middle with kisses. “On.” A breath. “Where your head's at.”

If anything, Rose doesn’t like where her thoughts are headed. It’s all too easy to imagine dinner dates and long walks on the beach, or whatever it is couples do. So, she plays with the hair on the back of Jason’s head as he makes his way lower and lower. No matter what happens, no one can take this moment from them--from her. Maybe Jason’s right. 

“Rose?” Jason’s hands let go of her jeans, and he’s watching her. Shit.  

Shaking it off, Rose pulls him back to her. “C’mere.” Her lips crash into his, biting his bottom lip until he hisses into her mouth. “You’re short on time, right?” She slides her hand down, unbuttoning his jeans.

It’s a bold face lie and they both know it. “Yeah.” Jason gulps, sliding his hand inside her jeans. He pauses at what he finds or doesn’t find there. “Rose?”

“Shhh.” She shoves her jeans down, guiding his fingers. “It won’t take long, I promise.”  Rose grins against his lips. “Especially with you.” 

Jason’s kiss is a little too tender, his touch a little too reassuring, so Rose goes in hard. Her lips crash into his and she bites his bottom lip. As he moans into her mouth, she yanks his jeans out of her way, feeling along his length. 

“Mm.” Rose tugs his ear lobe between her teeth, shivering at his sharp breath in her hair. “You are all I need right now. Just you.” 

“Fuck, Rose.” Jason rocks into her hand, gripping her shoulders hard. “I need you, too.” He just manages to get beneath her underwear again, snickering between moans. “That’s more like it.” 

“Nng.” Rose leans her head against Jason’s shoulder as his knuckle digs against her clit. It slips a little against her soaked skin. This is what she needs. “Just like that.” Panting, she bites his neck where it meets his shoulder. 

Jason shakes, shakes under her touch. “Rose--” Her name isn’t a question this time. It’s a plea. 

Rose snickers. “You want me?” Fuck, the way he whimpers as she shoves his underwear down. “You need me?”

“Rose, please.” Jason kisses her hungrily, fumbling as he pulls her underwear past her hips. 

Swallowing hard, Rose digs through his pockets until she finds what she’s looking for. There. She grins, holding up the condom where Jason can see. He nods, and she slides it on him. Together they slide him inside her, and together they are a mess of limbs and teeth. 

“Oh, fuck.” Rose whimpers, falling back against one of the stacks. It’s a little soon and a little rough, but it’s exactly what she needs right now. “Fuck, yes.”

“Y-yeah.” Jason drives into her, gripping her hips so tight she’ll have bruises later. He bites her neck, marking her in kind. Oh fuck, the boxes are going to fall over. 

Moaning into his ear, she slides her fingers beneath his shirt, skimming her nails down his back.

“Rose,” he gasps. Now it’s a statement. A warning.  

“Jason, I need--” Rose whimpers. She’s so close. 

“Shh.” He catches her lips, taking her hand and putting it between them. 

Rose circles her clit quickly, closing her eyes as Jason pulses inside her. His fingers slide over hers, and he pants into her neck as her world tilts on tilts on its axis. 

Seconds, minutes, hours? Later she turns her head and finds him lying next to her, and they snicker together. Rose pushes a sweaty lock of hair out of his eyes. 

“How the fuck am I supposed to work after that?” Jason traces her bottom lip with his finger. 

“There’s a Starbucks across the hall.” Ah fuck. There’s that feeling again. Rose kisses his finger once, then sits up, grabbing her clothes and throwing them on. “What time on Saturday?”

Jason blinks up at her, pushing himself off the floor. “....Eight, I guess? It’s out of town.”

Rose snatches one last kiss from his lips. “See you then, asshole.”

“Catch you later, bastard.”

_____________________

 Fuck him. Fuck Jason Todd. Fuck his entire fucking family. Rose stares down at her phone, the bass of the warehouse thumping even from across the field-turned parking lot. 

“What’s wrong?” Bart leans over her shoulder, reading Jason’s text message. 

Stuck at Bruce’s party. I’ll make it up to you later, I promise. 

Rose swats him away. “He fucking bailed.” 

Jack and Roy had already gone inside. They wouldn’t be able to find them til sunrise. And Jason wasn’t coming. That just left her and Bart “I can’t shut up” Allen. Two hours in the backseat doing her best to ignore him. Oo! What music are you listening to? Can I share? Lemme make you a playlist. Do you like Kesha? I LOVE KESHA. Rose didn’t even need to respond. He’d just keep talking. 

“Jason bailed? What happened? Was it one of those Wayne Manor parties? Maybe we should go there.”

“It’s two hours away and we’re not invited, dumbass.” Rose made her way to the door. “You got your ID?”

“Well. Oh! You mean that ID.” Bart waggled his eyebrows. “Yeah. Tim made me one.” He pulled it out, waving it in front of her face.

“Gimme that.” Rose eyed it. “No way you’re passing for thirty.” She shoved it in her pocket. 

“But how am I going to get inside?” He trailed after her.

“Lemme worry about that.” Rose spun around, and Bart ran into her. “But you need to let me do the talking. Kay?”

“Kay.”

“How’d you get invited, anyway?” Rose stomped toward the doors, doing her best to put on a winning smile. She needed something good, stat. 

“Oh! Tim invited me. But he had to go to Bruce’s party too.”

“So I get to babysit you instead. Fucking fantastic.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Jason flaked.”

Rose stopped, glaring at him. “I was supposed to get high and laid tonight. But no. I get stuck with you.”

Bart flushed as red as his hair. “I mean. You still c-can. I won’t stop y-you.” 

“Wally would turn me into a statue and put me in a museum, so no. That’s not happening.” The Wayne boys owed her big time. 

“ID’s?” The bouncer shined a flash night near their faces, eyeing them. 

Rose pressed her ID into the guys hand, biting her grin. “Hey there.” 

The bouncer smirked. “Who’s the kid?”

“Oh, him? He’d just here to drive us home. Just got his license, right Bart?” Rose giggled. “Hey, you busy later, or--?” She swiped the sharpie from his pocket, scribbling a phone number on his arm. 

“Have fun. But keep him out of trouble.”

Rose threw him a mock salute, shoving Bart inside before the bouncer could change his mind. “Whew. Okay. Just promise me you won’t do anything--”

“Oo. What’s this?”

Turning around, Rose caught Bart popping a brightly colored pill into his mouth. “Bart, no!” Shit shit shit. She grabbed his wrist.

Bart’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Too late.”

“You don’t know what’s in that!” Fuck. Wally was going to kill her. 

“I’ll be fiiine. You worry too much. Let’s dance!” Bart tugs her to the middle of the room, oblivious to the strangers he’s running into. Yup. If Wally doesn’t kill her first, Bart is first on her shit list.

At least the music’s nice--loud and thrumming through her entire body. She would almost enjoy it, if it weren’t for the looming feeling of shit about to hit the fan. It’s one thing if Rose gets high and gets sick and wakes up in the ER--Bart’s just a kid.

 After a few songs, Rose starts to think maybe Bart just found some candy and is just messing around to piss her off. 

Then he steps inside her bubble. She can’t hear what he’s saying, so Bart yells in her ear. “You’re really pretty.”

Fucking fantastic. “And you’re high. Fuck off.”

Bart moves back, only to dive in closer, tripping over Rose’s feet. “This stuff is great. I can see why you wanted it. I can fly.” He scrunches his nose. “No. I could run. Run right across the ocean something.”

That’s a mental image that will haunt her later. “You’re not even close, kid.” It’s then Bart decides to grind up against some dude twice his age. It’s then Rose decides to steer him outside.

“Ro-ose.” 

“Shove it, Bart. We can still hear it out here.” 

“Oo. It’s so nice and cold out here. You’re right.” Rose has to peel herself out of his hug. He only hugs her again, spinning them around. “You’re the best.”

“And you’re still high.” How long does that shit last, anyway? Time drags on so much longer when she’s sober. 

“Noooo. I mean it.” Bart pokes her nose. “You’re watching out for me. You’re like my big sister.”

“Your big sister that will kill you if Wally doesn’t get to you first.”

Bart stares at her jacket, running his finger along stitching on her sleeve. 

“You okay?” Rose has no idea how it’s possible, but quiet Bart is worse than talkative Bart. 

“You got any gum?” Bart doesn’t wait for her answer, digging through her pockets until he finds some. He then unwraps the rest of her back before shoving it in his mouth.

“Yeah, sure. Have some gum.” It’s going to be a long night--Rose can tell.

“Got any water?” Bart fiddles with the zipper on her pocket. “I’m so thirsty. Do you get thirsty on this stuff?”

Rose groans, dragging him back inside. “Let’s find you some gatorade.”

------

Hours, maybe centuries later, Bart sits with Rose outside, snuggled up to her as close as he can get. Her tiny leather jacket doesn’t really work as a blanket for them both, but it’ll have to do. “Still cold?” She asks. 

Bart’s voice is muffled against her collarbone. “Yeah. But it’s better.” 

Rose rests her chin on top of his head, rubbing her head down his back. She’ll probably never know what having a little brother feels like, but this will do. Damnit. Bart might be the stupidest little fuck, but he’s her stupid little fuck and she will fucking murder anyone who hurts him. Her knuckles will have bruises by morning, but she’ll feel better than the creep with the freshy broken nose.

“Rose?” Bart sighs, and Rose feels him tremble.

“Yeah?”

“You ever like someone who didn’t like you back?”

Rose chews her lip, remembering Dick and his impossibly blue eyes, and his stupid grin. How she’d move the world for him and he’d still just pat her on the head like she was his kid sister. Bart didn’t need to know about that. “Yeah.” The whole world didn’t need to know it either.

“Why does it hurt so much?” Bart breathes in like there’s ice in his lungs. 

“Fuck, Bart. What did you take?” Rose tilts his chin up, studying his face, as if that will give her a good answer. It won’t.

“No. I mean. When you lo--like someone, and they think you’re best friends. Why does it have to hurt like this?” Bart sniffs. “How do you people deal with this all the time?”

Rose stares at him. Not once has she ever seen Bart cry. Bart isn’t the kind of kid who knows how to cry--not because he’s some bro-ner clutching his man card. Sadness and Bart just don’t go together. He has one mode, only one, and that is pure joy and smiles and energy that usually makes Rose want to hurl. What the hell happened to the kid who came with her to the rave? Only when her mouth feels dry does Rose realize that her jaw fell open. She snaps it back shut. “Do you need me to kill someone?”

“What? No. No. He’s perfect. He just doesn’t like me back.” Bart shakes, vibrating through his entire body. “Of all people I could finally fall for--why’d it have to be him?”

“Him, huh?” Rose smirks, handing him yet another tissue. “Do I know this him?”

A sniff. “Yeah. I think he parties with Roy and Jason sometimes.”

“That really narrows it down.” Rose rolls her eyes.

“He’s got this great tan, and he always smells like taco seasoning.”

“So romantic.”

“And when he speaks Spanish it’s like--” Bart laughs “my brain finally stops, you know?” He stares up at the sky as if the object of his affection can be found among the constellations. “I used to think he looked kind of funny, I mean, who spends that much time on their hair? But now? I can’t stop thinking about how I want to mess up that hair. Run my fingers through it, I mean.”

“Wait. Jaime? The kid who works at Taco Bell?”

“You’re the same age as him.”

“Yeah, but the way he kisses R--never mind.” Rose coughs. “Have you told him yet?”

“Told him what?”

“Told him how you feel?”

“Jaime? No. No. I can’t.” Bart jumps out of her arms, pacing back and forth so fast he almost seemed like a blur in the low light. 

Rose smirked. “You both speak English, you both work at the same mall. There is no reason you can’t tell him you want to jump his bones.”

“But what if he doesn’t like me back? He’s my best friend Rose! What if it gets weird??”

“Then find someone else to bang?”

“I can’t.” Bart stops, biting his lip so hard it turns white. “...This isn’t so easy for me.” He scratches his scalp, his skin turning as red as his hair. “The last time I dated a friend...he didn’t feel the same way. And now it’s weird.” Bart sniffs.

Oh no. Not again. “Bart--”

“I can’t lose Jaime like that.” And there he goes. “I don’t want to.”

“Oh Bart.” Rose hugs him, patting the back of his head. He’s probably going to outgrow her in a year. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“I hardly ever feel this way about anybody. I just--”

She pulls away enough to stare him in the face. “Bart. You work at Kord Square. Everyone there is queer. You have lots of friends.”

“But--”

“Bartholomew Henry Allen II, you will be fine. I promise. Let’s go hang out in the car, yeah?” Bart mutters an okay, rubbing his eyes, and Rose guides him back, a plan already forming in her mind. She can practically see the outcome. Those two love birds won’t know what hit them. 

[she-is-tim]

I love hating you | Elu enemies to lovers AU | Ch. 4

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3

Lucas is an angry, closeted and frustrated gay teenager, while Eliott is the handsome, smart and popular guy in school. They hate each other… but not forever.

I don’t think I deserve this

Saturday morning was cloudy and cold, but Lucas couldn’t be happier. He started the day by doing his chores that was listed on their chalkboard Mika hanged in the living room. They kept switching the tasks, so no one gets bored of it. Later the day he joined Lisa on the couch, she was watching some weird documentary, but Lucas couldn’t care less, he was on his phone basically all afternoon, chatting with Eliott. Thankfully Mika was working, so he wasn’t asking questions about his happy behavior. 

srodulv Idriss and Sofiane keep trying to peek over when I’m texting you They are being annoying

lucallemant I kinda get them, you should be focused on studying, not texting me Not like I want you to leave

srodulv You would be missing me, and I can’t stand a sad hedgehog

lucallemant Too much confidence you got there, Demaury

srodulv I think I have good reasons to be sure about some things ;) 

lucallemant How do you know the boys, btw?  Idriss is older than us for sure

srodulv I am older than you too I had to repeat first year of high school

lucallemant What? I had no idea

srodulv Things happened in my life, so... It’s not important, but I was going to their school in first year But we are friends since middle school

lucallemant Well, at least now we’re in the same year

srodulv Haha That’s true Okay, I gotta go now, these two are driving me crazy

lucallemant You can do it! Saturday is almost over 

srodulv And I’m missing you so damn much

lucallemant Stop being so cheesy We spent hours together yesterday

srodulv It’s never enough time with you

lucallemant G O   T O   S T U D Y   E L I O T T 

srodulv Yes, ma’am

Lucas smirked at his phone for a few more minutes and put it in his pocket after Eliott didn’t say anything else. He loved to talk to him all day long, but he was with friends and he had to study too, so he couldn’t be selfish, asking him to keep texting. He might not be the smartest kid in school, but he knew that Eliott didn't do much studying all day, since he kept replying to him within seconds. 

Monday came way too slow, Lucas spent his sunday with studying and doing homework. He wasn’t on his phone much, but Eliott was also busy, so it wasn’t a big deal. In the morning he packed up his bag and left for school with Manon. They were planning to meet up in the common room before classes, just to chill and eat breakfast. The girl spent almost an hour in the kitchen this morning to make sandwiches for them, she was carrying it in a basket, while Lucas had two bottles of soda in his hands. 

“Seriously, Manon, It’s just monday, why are we having an indoor picnic?” He asked, his hands were numb from holding the bottles.

“We are halfway done with the common room, this is a little celebration.” she said excitedly and walked into the room, holding the door open for the boy.

They joined the others at the table, it seemed like they had some serious topic to talk about. Lucas put down the bottles and went to the shelves to get plastic cups for everyone. Meanwhile Manon put down paper plates and the basket full of sandwiches. The girls seemed to be really happy and continued their talk while eating. Lucas sat down next to Manon, chewing on a sandwich. Since friday he could only think about Eliott. He kept seeing him when he closed his eyes, he could clearly remember his smell and the feeling of his fingers on his skin. 

When his phone started buzzing, he felt his heart beating faster. Eliott haven’t texted him since sunday and he missed him so much. He was right back then, Lucas was one really sad hedgehog without him. All those feelings he had for this boy were overwhelming. He unlocked his phone, checking the message he got, but it wasn’t from Eliott, it was his mother. 

From Mom For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but sent them to hell, putting them in chains of darkness to be held for judgment; [2 Peter 2:4]

Lucas took a deep breath and inhaled slowly. The girls were too busy talking about some sports event that will be on this friday, so they didn’t notice his reaction. He haven’t recieved a bible verse from his mom since a while now, it usually meant that she is doing bad. He knew that the nurse his father was paying took good care of his mother, but it was still frustrating to think about her feeling bad. He also haven’t seen her since months. Son of the year, clearly.

He excused himself and walked out of the common room. Students were already walking on the halls, so he decided to go to the bathroom and tried to call his mother. He spent there 10 minutes, but she wasn’t answering. Lucas got really worried now. He quickly looked for the number of his mom’s nurse and called her. He was walking around in the bathroom until she picked it up.

“Hello?” her voice was soft, calm. It didn’t seem like anything was wrong.

“Good morning! I am Lucas Lallemant, I wanted to ask about my mom.” he explained, talking a bit too fast, but hoped that the lady understood his words. 

“Oh, Lucas! I haven’t heard from you in a while.” she said softly, this was still not convincing the boy that things were okay. “Your mother is reading right now, we just had breakfast and she took her medications. But why is the sudden call?” 

“Nothing...” Lucas mumbled, feeling bad because panicing over such little stuff, but also because he haven’t met his mother in a while now. “Nothing, I just wanted to know if I can visit her after school.”

“That is a wonderful idea, I think she would like that. She’s feeling much better lately, we talk a lot and she told me a lot of stories about you.” she answered softly, which made Lucas’ heart feel warm. Knowing that his mother was able to talk and tell stories of his childhood meant that she was really doing better. 

“That’s great, I’ll go there around 17:00 after classes.”

“We will be waiting.”

“See you then.” he said and hung up, letting out a relieved sigh. 

He leant to the wall next to the bathroom stalls and looked out the window. Everyone was slowly coming inside from the yard as their classes were about to start. He was looking for one face, one messy hair in the crowd, but he couldn’t find him. Eliott might have already gone to his class. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back. Stop thinking of him, Lucas.

He walked out of the restroom now, ready to start his day. On his way to the lockers, he met Imane, she seemed to be looking for someone. Lucas stepped to her, smiling softly. Imane was a great friend for him and they always studied together for biology. She was sassy and confident, almost the exact opposite of Lucas. 

“Hey! Are you looking for someone?” he asked softly. The girl looked at him, a small smile playing on her face. Okay, this seems suspicious.

“Yeah, I was looking for you actually.” she said and handed him a carefully folded paper. “My brother gave this to me. Eliott asked him to get this to you.” she explained with now a wide smirk. Lucas felt his face burning, stomach turning. He couldn’t find the right words to say both because he didn’t wanted Imane to suspect anything and because he was deeply worried why was Eliott sending him a letter, not a message. 

“It’s not what...”

“Don’t bother.” she said raising her hands. “It’s not my business, I just didn’t know that you are friends with Eliott now.” she said crossing her arms, looking curious. “I mean you were talking shit about him like a month ago.” 

“We were just assigned for a school project.” he mumbled, lies coming out of his mouth without thinking about it. It was so natural for him to cover things in his life to make situations easier. “It’s probably just a note I left at his place.” he shrugged, trying to play cool. 

“Okay then, I was just asking.” she said.

“Why didn’t you gave it to me earlier?” Lucas asked now curiously. They were all in the common room, she could have handed it to him there so she wouldn’t need to look for him.

“I figured it’s something that the girls shouldn’t know.” she said seriously. “I mean... Daphné is still a bit gone for that guy, they wouldn’t let you breathe if they would know that you are close with Eliott.” she said.

“And you also don’t wanna let them know that your brother and him are friends, right?” the boy asked now with a half smirk, while Imane rolled her eyes. “I totally understand. Say thank you to Idriss for me.” he said and walked to his locker now. 

He slowly unfolded the paper, it was a drawing and a note under it, well actually two drawings. One of them was a sad hedgehog, looking at his black phone screen, the other one was a sad raccoon with a suitcase in his hand, waiting at the train station. Lucas felt his stomach turning, looking at the letters under the drawings, slowly reading the sentences.

“Dear Lucas

I am so sorry I haven’t texted you for a whole day, but something happened with my family and I had to leave Paris. Hopefully I won’t be away for long, but I am not gonna be able to use my phone. I’ll let you know when I get back. Damn, I wish I could have say goodbye to you in person, but I really had to leave quickly, I barely had time to make this letter, but I feel like this is what you deserve. Don’t worry too much, okay? I can’t stand a sad hedgehog, you know that. And maybe you can surprise me with something when I come back. I am going to miss you... I am already missing you

Sincerely A very sad raccoon”

His handwriting was beutiful, that is the first thing that got to Lucas’ mind, then he kept re-reading the sentences, trying to take in all that information. So Eliott had to leave urgently, that’s fine. He had no time to contact Lucas, which is also fine. Then he fucking decided to draw and write a letter to him. This guy was far too much into romantic stuff and Lucas was there for it. He put the paper in a safe place inside his bag, making sure he won’t lost it. He smiled as he walked to his first class. Eliott cares about me. 

After his last class, he was packing his stuff from his locker into his backpack. He wanted to reach the first bus to visit his mother. He was preparing himself for that all day. His mind was filled with imagined conversations, fearing that his mother will question him for not visiting her. He was really nervous, but also excited. He wasn’t in a good relationship with his father, but he always loved his mother even when she couldn’t be the mom Lucas wanted. 

As he stepped out of the building, he almost bumped into his friends. Arthur and Yann had to listen to some stupid story Basile was rambling about. He stopped speaking when they saw Lucas. The short boy smiled at them, being frustrated on the inside, because he knew he wont make it to the first bus now, not like he had to wait much for the next. He just really wanted to see his mother.

“Hey, Lulu! Haven’t seen you all day.” Yann said, pulling his friend into a quick hug. Lucas sighed, enjoying the moment of his best friends kindness. 

“Yeah, I was pretty busy with classes and helping the girls in the common room.” he explained, hugging back his friend before he pulled away, Arthur gave him a fist bump.

“You were with the girls?” Basile asked with sudden enthusiasm. “Were Daphné talking about me?” his eyes were wide open, hoping for a positive answer. Lucas totally forgot that his idiot friend is now having a crush on his sweet Daphy. Of course he liked and supported Basile with all heart, but he also wanted the best for his blonde, overexcited friend, which wasn’t being Basile’s girlfriend. 

“About you? No, I don’t think so.” he said honestly.

“See, Daphné doesn’t give a fuck about you, dude.” Arthur said, he was always there to tell the truth to Basile. “You gotta find yourself a girl that can appreciate you.” he said, squeezing his friend’s shoulder. The short boy smiled fondly at them, it was nice to hang out with the boys like this. He haven’t had much time to do this before because he was too afraid they will notice he’s different. 

“We were actually planning to go to my place and order pizza.” Yann said now, looking at his best friend. “You should join us.”

“I would love to, but I am actually going to visit my mom.” he said softly. “I am already a bit late.”

“Oh, did something happen?” Yann asked with a worrying tone in his voice. He was always there when Lucas needed help because of his mother and the boy couldn’t be more grateful for that.

“Nothing in particular. I just haven’t seen her in a while.” he said honestly. “But you guys have fun.” He smiled and fistbumped with them, then walking to the bus stop.

The afternoon with his mom was really nice, she wasn’t lost in her thoughts like she used to. Lucas told her about school, how classes going. He was talking about the common room and how she made friends with the girl group. It was nice to tell all this to someone who had no idea about them, he noticed how much he adores the girls and their friendship. Of course his mom asked if she like liked any of the group, but he said no confidently. They are like my sisters. And his mother seemed to be satisfied with that answer and didn’t ask more questions about her son’s love life. Lucas had no idea how much he needed this mother in his life. A caring, understanding and nice person who he can tell about his days, his friends, his classes. He wished he had the strength to tell her about his sexuality... or more likely his thing with Eliott. Is there actually a thing between us, though? 

It was late, almost 20:30 when he left his mom’s house, getting on the bus. He read Eliott’s letter again, staring at the drawings for long minutes. This heavy feeling in his chest didn’t wanted to go away, he was really worried and missed this handsome guy, his stupid texts, his soft words. He remembered how they almost kissed twice. He got goosebumps just by thinking about it. 

Days went on so slow Lucas felt like he was suffocating. He spent most of his time with studying or helping out the girls, anything that could keep him occupied to not think of Eliott. But when the nights came, everything rushed him at once. It was killing him slowly. He felt like he’s never going to come back. 

Somewhere around wednesday the boys started to talk about a party, then the girls were talking about it too, because Emma was hosting it. Lucas felt like it will be a good way to drink and forget his emotions, so of course he agreed to go with them. Since he haven’t heard from Eliott since 4 days now, all he wanted is to get drunk and not feel anything. He hoped that Arthur brings weed to the party, he was his savior all the time, even if he didn’t know that. 

He tried to put on some nice clothes, dark blue jeans, grey t-shirt and a denim jacket. Usually he would just put on a hoodie or his favorite blue jacket, but he kinda wanted to look good today, no specific reason. He tried to get his hair in some sort of shape, with very less success, so he just dropped the case within ten minutes. When he was ready, he texted the boys and left the flat. Manon was already there, helping Emma all afternoon to set things up.

Lucas was on the bus, checking the group chat with the boys. They were going crazy, because Yann told them that the girl he likes accepted his invitation to the party and they probably gonna meet up tonight. The boy smiled at his phone, congratulating to his best friend. He looked out the window, he was almost at the stop that was the closes to Emma’s house, when he got a message, it wasn’t from the boys, it was an instagram DM. His heart skipped a beat, his lips were dry, his stomach turned in that few seconds when he opened the app to see the message.

srodulv I got off the train, waiting for the bus. Do you wanna meet up? I need you

Lucas was struggling for only a few seconds. Eliott was so direct, no teasing, no playing around, he straight up said he needs Lucas. He got off the bus as soon as it stopped and thankfully could catch the ride to the other direction before it left the stop. He felt so many things at once, not knowing what to think. His hands were shaking, but he had to text back to Eliott, so he won’t be thinking that he left him on read.

lucallemant On my way

He wanted to scream at the driver to go faster. He didn’t know what was going on, but Eliott wasn’t feeling good, he could tell even through text. When he got to the right place, he jumped off the bus, he didn’t see Eliott anywhere, so he checked the time. It usually takes 20-25 minutes with bus to get to the train station from this part of the city. Eliott only texted him 14 minutes ago. The waiting was pure agony, he walked in a few meter radius up and down. His hands were sweating and shaking. He jumped when his phone started buzzing, but it was only the group chat with the boys.

Arthur Hey, Lucas, you should be here by now.  Where are you, dude?

Yann Is everything okay, bro? 

Basile Don’t fuck this up, man! There are hot chicks!

Arthur Lulu?

Yann Can’t you just answer?  I see that you read the messages

Arthur What is wrong with you?

He sighed and closed the chat for now, he couldn’t deal with his friends, not now when he was about to see Eliott. His stomach felt so tiny, he barely could breathe, he kept licking his lips, because they were so dry. He should have sit down, but he couldn’t stop his legs, if he settles, all the emotions will rush at him at once and he either cries or throw up. Not a good way to welcome his handsome... what is Eliott to him exactly? He shook his head.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he only noticed the bus when it left. He stopped his moves and looked at the boy standing in front of him, just a few meters away. Eliott put down his suitcase, he seemed exhausted, so tiny. He was hunched, pale, even more than usual. His eyes were red and the circles around them looked much darker, like he haven’t slept for days. He was looking at Lucas, hands in his pockets, like a scared animal. He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but then closed it, looking down.

Lucas was feeling so many things at once. He felt joy, because he missed this boy so damn much and it was good to have him back. He was worried, since Eliott looked like he have been through hell. He also felt insecure, because he didn’t know what was going on his head. When the tall boy looked at the ground, Lucas made his decision. He looked around, making sure no one was on the streets. It was getting late, friday night and this was a really calm part of the city anyways. He then started walking, almost running, jumping on Eliott, wrapping his arms around the slim body. 

Eliott was shocked first, but then he pulled his hands out of his pockets, sliding them on the short boy’s back, burying his face into his neck. Lucas stroked him gently, enjoying the smell of Eliott he missed so much. They were standing like this for long minutes, then Eliott pulled back just a little, still keeping the small one in his arms. He touched his forehead to Lucas’, looking into those deep blue eyes. 

“I missed you so damn much.” he whispered, voice sounded harsh, like he haven’t drank anything for a long time. Lucas slowly put his hands on his face, caressing his cheeks with his thumbs.

“I’m here now. No more sad raccoon or sad hedgehog, okay?” he said softly. Deep inside he felt like Eliott needed soft, reassuring words right now. 

“Okay.”

“I’ll stay with you.” he whispered, stil stroking the other one’s face.

Eliott looked at him, deep into his eyes. He looked like he was crying not too long ago and that was breaking Lucas’ heart. He couldn’t bare seeing him like this. He looked so small and volunerable now, almost like a lost raccoon. He took a deep breath, slowly reducing the distance between their lips. Eliott noticed this and closed his eyes, holding the boy closer by his waist. 

Their kiss was slow at first, tasting each other, making sure it’s okay for the other to do a bit more. Then they got out of hands, tongues dancing between opened lips, hands going everywhere, not knowing where to grab. It was strong and passionate, full of deep feelings. This long time apart made them crave for the other, wanting more and more. For long minutes it was just them, no one else existed on this world. Everything around them ceased to exist, the buildings, the street, the bus stop, all of it. They were in their little bubble of happiness. Then suddenly rain started pouring, getting them wet. 

They both pulled back, just a little bit to look into each other’s eyes, laugh like kids. Eliott seemed to be better now, his eyes were glowing with excitement. He gave a soft kiss on Lucas’ wet lips. Their hair was dripping, their clothes started to get soaked as the rain was going on more wildly. The tall boy grabbed his suitcase with one hand and Lucas’ wrist with the other, starting to run towards his apartment building. The small boy laughed , trying to keep up with the speed of Eliott. 

The door slammed behind them loudly, Eliott let go of his suitcase, wrapping both of his arms around Lucas, kissing him wildly. The boy giggled into the other’s lips, sliding his fingers into his wet hair, pulling him even closer. Their clothes were sticking to their body, making them feel each other more. They started to slowly dance towards the bedroom, trying not to stumble while still kissing and holding onto each other. Their kisses were sloppy, full of giggles, teeth bumping into teeth. 

Somehow they managed to get into the room, falling on Eliott’s bed after taking off their wet clothes, only leaving on their underwear. Lucas was laying down, Eliott above him, kissing his neck now while his hands were stroking his sides. The boy shivered, letting out a little moan. He had never felt so good with anyone, not like he ever tried this with boys, but he knew that this was special, that Eliott was special. 

Hours passed, now they were just laying in bed, Eliott was resting his head on Lucas’ chest, tracing little circles on his skin with his fingers. They haven’t talked, though the short boy had a lot of questions, he knew that he can’t force him to talk. It was nice to just lay like this, quietly, peacefully. Forgetting about the stupid party, about his friends, focusing himself on this gorgeous man in his arms. He played with Eliott’s hair a little. It was still a bit wet. 

“I thought you are not gonna come.” Eliott mumbled into the silence after a while, Lucas opened his eyes, fingers still playing with the other’s wet hair. 

“I wasn’t thinking... I was worried, you were so serious in that text.” he said slowly, kissing the top of Eliott’s head softly. 

“I don’t think I deserve this...”

“What do you mean?” he asked now concerned. He didn’t like how the tall boy was talking about himself. Usually he was the most confident person Lucas has ever known. He can’t be saying things like this. 

“Laying here, in your arms.” he said, raising his head to look into the boys’ eyes. “I am not good enough for this.” 

Lucas sighed, he put his hand on Eliott’s face, stroking it gently, rubbing his red, puffy lips with his thumb. He had so much to say, but couldn’t really put it into words, so instead he just gave a slow, lustful kiss to him, making sure that he gets what he’s trying to say. You deserve this. We both deserve this. We need each other. 

Eliott gave in after thirty seconds, leaning on Lucas like a hungry predator, grabbing his waist as he deepened the kiss with him. His tongue asked for permission and when he got that, he spent long minutes exploring the other one’s mouth, pressing their body together, skin touching skin. Their bodies fit so well like they were made for each other and in that moment Lucas felt like that was the truth.

They fell asleep like this, legs and arms entangled, Eliott resting on Lucas, wearing only boxers. Both of them were happy and they didn’t wake up until 11:00. Lucas slowly opened his eyes, not being sure first where he was, then he felt the heavy body on himself and started smiling. He buried his face into the messy locks, taking in the smell slowly. It was so unbelieveable that he was waking up in bed with Eliott Demaury. A few weeks ago he didn’t even wanted to hear his name and now he was holding him, smelling him. 

“You really like sniffing me, huh?” Eliott said suddenly, scaring the small boy a little. He looked up, smirking at him. “You are such a curious hedgehog.” 

“And you are one really annoying raccoon.” the boy said, making an angry face that got the other one to laugh.

“You are so adorable.” he said, kissing his lips softly. “I never wanna leave this bed. I wanna stay here with you forever.” he mumbled, caressing Lucas’ cheek gently.

“We can stay here... I don’t wanna leave either.” he said smiling, kissing Eliott’s palm. “I haven’t had such a good sleep in a really long time, actually.”

“Oh yeah?” the tall boy smirked, kissing his neck gently, biting it even. “So only the sleeping part was good?” he asked playfully. Lucas chuckled and run his fingers through Eliott’s hair. 

“You know that is not what I meant.” he said softly, kissing his forehead, then his nose. 

“What did you mean then?” 

“I feel good with you. I can’t really explain this... this week was absolute hell without you... I know that it’s stupid and I tried everything to get over my feelings, but...” 

“No, don’t say that.” Eliott said, suddenly leaning over the small boy, hands resting on the bed, looking at him with those stormy blue eyes. “I don’t want you to get over this. I wanna plunge into it... I don’t care if it’s a bad idea... I don’t care how, I just wanna be with you.” he said seriously, even shaking a little. Lucas wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him down for a lazy, gentle kiss.

“I want this too. I’m not sure if I am ready for it... especially not in public... but as long as you kiss me, touch me or look at me like this... I don’t want anything else in this world.” Lucas whispered into his lips, looking into his eyes. A bright smile appeared on Eliott’s face, making his dark circles disappear, he looked so young, carefree and happy. The small boy totally loved that smile, he would do anything just to see it again. He pulled him back for a soft kiss. I could get used to this.

[ukulelewrites]

Con Amore

A/N: A full fledge fic from ukulelewrites??????? I’m shooketh yall. Sorry for the wait, I just fell in a major writer’s rut until very recently tagging @albdajirk bc she knows what’s up @ladynightmareii bc she deserves some “quality fics” @seungkwanslowqualityenglish for not yelling at me to sleep instead of write and the rest of @smols-n-tols

Pairing: Stray Kids’ Jisung x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst/shade thrown @ jyp/Trainee Reader!AU

Word Count: 7.5k

Con Amore: an Italian musical term designating the singer to sing the melody with love

The beat played in the background of the studio as Jisung stood in the recording booth, meticulously rapping his part for Stray Kids’ upcoming track. Suddenly, the back track stopped.

“Can you redo that last line?” you asked into the mic, “Your intonation sounds weird.” Chan nodded in agreement from next to you. “Also,” you leaned towards the mic again, “add more emphasis on the first syllable please.” Jisung gave you a thumbs up before going back and rapping his line again, now fixed with your suggestions. You smiled at him through the glass, even giving him a thumbs up when he finished.

“Amazing work, Jisung,” Chan said as his bandmate entered the studio.

“Couldn’t have done it without my favorite producer’s help,” Jisung replied as he ruffled your hair. You stuck your tongue out at him playfully

“I’m hurt,” Chan exclaimed dramatically, clutching his chest. You rolled your eyes at their banter.

“Wait, what time is it?” you asked both boys, already shoving some of your things into your bag.

“4:20pm,” Chan said after glancing at his watch.

“Oh shit,” you mumbled before scurrying towards the door. “I gotta go, guys. Monthly evaluations start in 10 minutes. See you tomorrow!”

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you dropped to your knees and slid across the floor, bending yourself backwards, and watching as Sera flipped over you. As the song entered the next verse, you got up off of the floor and went straight into rapping, losing yourself to the beat you had produced just weeks prior. Sera quickly went into her rap verse, her energy bouncing off of you. Then the two of you got back into formation with the rest of the girls, moving along to the choreography Sera perfected just 3 days ago. The chorus came, and a girl named Haeun belted out your lyrics. When the climax of the song came, you and her stood in the center of the formation, going back and forth with high notes and ad libs. The music from the stereo stopped, and the entire group lined up in age order in front of the trainers.

“So the song is self-produced?” Ms. Kim, the vocal trainer asked. The group nodded. “Who produced the track?”

“I did, Ms. Kim,” you said politely, raising your hand, “I also composed the track and wrote the lyrics with Sera’s help.”

“And Sera choreographed the entire thing?” Mr. Park, the dance trainer asked.

“We worked together to come up with the big picture,” Sera stated.

“But Sera pulled together our ideas to form one cohesive choreography,” you chimed in. The trainers nodded at your statement but kept their eyes trained on the papers in front of them: the papers that outlined your age, talents, weights, and other info.

“You’ve been producing a lot haven’t you, Y/N?” Ms. Kim asked, eying your profile.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You assisted producing and composing for Twice’s latest album, GOT7’s sophomore album, and Stray Kids’ upcoming mini-album?”

“She also wrote most of 15&’s songs,” Sera chimed in this time.

“Who?” Ms. Kim asked. You chose to stay silent for her sake. After another beat of silence Ms. Kim spoke again, “Nice work on the song, Y/N.” You bowed gratefully at her compliment, hoping your curtain of hair hid your triumphant smile.

“Clean choreography as well, Sera,” Mr. Park said. Your best friend also bowed down a full 90 degrees. “No laggers this time,” he stated. You could see the two youngest trainees in your group let out a sigh of relief.

“Also amazing high note, Haeun. Good usage of the JYP technique,” Ms. Kim complimented. Haeun beamed and also bowed. You chewed at the inside of your cheek. Let’s say you weren’t exactly too fond of your agency’s infamous technique.

“Now, girls, I’m pretty sure you’ve heard the rumors by now,” Mr. Park started, “And I’m going to tell you that they’re true. We are looking at debuting a new girl group by the beginning of next year.” The excitement in the room grew tenfold. “No decisions are final yet, but we will let you know in the following week who will make the final group. You’re dismissed.”

The moment you exited the stuffy dance studio, you let out a giant sigh of relief. “Jesus, I really thought I was going to get cut this time,” you said, pulling your water bottle out of your duffel bag and chugging half its content.

“Shut up,” Sera replied, rolling her eyes, “you’ve been here for what? Eight years now? How could they possibly get rid of you? You produce half of their artists’ albums now. You’re a triple threat. Plus, you’re my best friend, and you know if they kick you out, JYP’s finna catch these hands.” You giggled at her comment before pulling her aside.

“They almost got me for my weight,” you whispered, “I was half a kilogram over.” Sera looked at you incredulously.

“But you’ve been dieting for the past month? Like, for a whole week you only ate an apple a day!”

“I just need to hit the gym a couple more times a week,” you sighed, “And cut down on the snacks.”

“But,” Sera dropped her voice even quieter when Haeun walked by, “they’re not gonna cut you from the debut group because of your weight, right? Like, they didn’t kick you out because of your weight, so why exclude you from the group?”

“They didn’t kick me out because everyone knows I’ve been here for years, and this is just a minor fluke. Ms. Kim even brushed it off saying it’s my time of the month.”

“So you won’t get excluded from the final group?”

“Probably not, but I just need to step up my game for now. Can’t be known as the girl who got cut from joining SIXTEEN and from debuting in any of the girl groups,” you said wryly.

“Chin up, buttercup. We’re debuting together, and that’s a fact!”

“Y/N, do you think you could rearrange this song for me?” Haeun asked you the following day.

“‘Honey’ by Kehlani? I feel like the acoustic guitar is really the identity of the-”

“But can you rearrange it?” she asked, this time a bit more impatiently.

“I can, but how do you want it rearranged?” you asked, plastering on a smile.

“More pop, dance music-esque. I need a beat added to it, and, well, I don’t know. You usually do that part for me!”

“Yeah, just give me a couple hours,” you said, already putting on your headphones. Haeun prances out of the practice room, only to be replaced by Sera.

“What did the princess want?” Sera asked.

“Just a rearrangement done,” you replied blandly, already focusing on the beat you were conjuring up.

“Ya know, I can’t hate her because she’s so talented, but god, she’s irritating.”

“She’s not that bad,” you said, already laying down the track, “She just doesn’t really understand what it means to be part of a team yet, which makes sense because she’s an only child and has only been a trainee for 6 months.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Sera said before looking at the clock, “Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Aren’t you helping Chan oppa today?”

You nodded, not really looking up from your laptop.

“Shouldn’t you go now?” Sera insisted. You finally tore your attention away from your rearrangement to see that, yes, you should definitely head to the recording studio now.

“Sorry I’m late,” you exclaimed, bowing to the many people that filled the studio.

“It’s fine,” Chan said, “Just help us make an awesome song and you’re forgiven.”

“Sounds like a plan!” You looked down at the sheet in front of you, “So Felix is recording today?” The freckle-faced boy sent you a little salute before heading into the recording booth.

“Ah, Y/N, Jisung’s going to help you with recording today,” Chan said, “I still need to finish up the last two songs for the mini-album.”

“Yeah, that’s fine! Jisung’s fun to work with too.”

“See, hyung, Y/N likes me better,” Jisung said, cheekily sticking his tongue out too.

“Hey! Don’t go starting rumors about me now,” you said, laughing.

“Mhm, you owe me one, brat!” Chan’s voice rung out even after the door closed after him.

“Anyways…” Jisung stalled, “Let’s just get the rest of them done?”

“Okay, Felix,” you said into the mic.

“Yeah?”

“From your first line, okay?”

“I’m exhausted,” you exclaimed, slamming your head down on the table.

“Really? You’re usually fine after a session,” Jisung replied. He was the last member left in the recording studio; the rest had filed out of the room ages. “Want a snack? That usually brings your energy back up.” He starts digging around his bag.

“Nah, I can’t. I’m dieting.”

“Dieting? What for? You seem fit to me.”

“It’s just, well, there’s a lot going on right now,” you said.

“Really? Like what?” he asked, leaning forward.

“You really want to know?”

“C’mon, we’re close!”

So for the next two hours you found yourself curled up in a ball on the recording studio’s couch across from Jisung as you spilled out everything. He learned that you were up to be part of the next girl group, but nothing is certain. He empathized with you when you let out all of your concerns: your weight, your ancient trainee status, your seemingly plateauing skills. Heck, he even heard you slip out your slight dislike for a certain six-month old trainee. After speaking him for so long, your chest felt itself lighten from all the stressors that had buried you over time.

“So what now?” Jisung asked after your rant.

“I find out sometime this week if I’m in the final debut group or not,” you said, “I find out if my 10 years of training is really worth it.”

“But you’re one of the most talented people I know!” he exclaimed earnestly.

“Thanks,” you said shyly, “But it takes more than talent to debut.”

“And you have all of those things! I swear, Y/N, you’re talented, hilarious, passionate, beautiful-” his eyes widened at his last adjective. “Wait, I didn’t mean that! Wait, no, like, you are beautiful, but I meant that in a completely non-creepy-” He immediately closed his mouth when he felt your lips pressed on his cheek.

“Thank you, Jisung,” you said when you pulled away, “It means a lot hearing that from you.”

Beads of sweat trailed down your face as you amped up the speed of the treadmill just a hair faster. Your legs burned, but you kept at it; the looks of your trainers’ faces when they saw your weight fueled you.

“Tsk,” Ms. Kim only glanced at the scale before writing it down. Mr. Park tried to give you a reassuring shrug, but the extra pound glared right back at you.

“Can Mr. Park leave the room?” you asked, steadying your voice. The dance instructor didn’t utter a word as he left the room. You stripped yourself of your hoodie, jeans, and t-shirt. The number dropped a mere half pound; a sob almost escaped your lips.

“I’ll round down this time around, Y/N,” Ms. Kim said, already scribbling the goal weight down, “But don’t expect it next time around.”

“Thank you so much, Ms. Kim,” you exclaimed, giving her a full 90 degree bow when you got off the scale.

“Don’t let me down, kid. You’re probably the best vocal trainee we got in this company; I’d hate to let you go.”

Your limbs were screaming at this point, but you kept at your robotic pace, keeping your eyes trained on the clock on the opposite wall.

2:43am. You still had so much left to go.

“Yo, Y/N, you okay?” Sera asked the next morning. She had a hand on your arm, steadying you as you almost trip over your own two feet.

“Yeah, I just spent some extra time in the gym yesterday,” you tried waving her off.

“How much extra?”

Your silence gave it away.

“Did you spend all night in the gym?” she exclaimed, “Do you not remember what happened last time that happened? You were in the hospital for two whole days!”

You winced at her words. “I’m sorry, Sera. I just really need to make the debut group,” you sighed.

Your best friend engulfed you in a hug, “Don’t stress! We’re getting in together!”

A week has passed, and you were finally safe under the weight limit. The anxiety of possibly debuting was pushed aside as you spent your hours awake producing, arranging, and practicing music. You’ve been so caught up in work, you didn’t realize you were staring into space for a solid five minutes in the corner of the dance studio.

“Y/N?” Jisung called your name for the sixth time as he waved his hands in front of your face, “You good, fam?”

“Y-yeah, I just find out if I debut today or not,” you said, trying to shake the nervousness out of your voice, “Nothing major.” You cleared your throat, “Anyways, what are you doing here? Thought you were still working in the recording studio.”

Jisung sat down next to you, “I finished earlier than expected and wanted to check on you. Chan-hyung mentioned you were finding out if you debut today. Don’t be too nervous, Y/N!” He gave you a bright smile causing you to send him one right back. “There’s that pretty smile,” he said softly, “Don’t let it fade away, Y/N, things will work out for you.”

“Thanks, Jisung,” you replied, your voice barely over a whisper. The air shifted between the two of you. The loud banter usually exchanged between you two was replaced by a softness characterized by lingering looks and bashful smiles. “Um,” you broke the silence awkwardly, “I better head to the meeting room now.”

Jisung stood up first and held out his hand for you. Slowly, you extended your hand and allowed for him to help you up. “Good luck, Y/N,” Jisung said, his hand still clasped around yours.

“Thank you, Jisung,” you slipped your hand out of his after, “I’ll let you know what happens!”

“We’ll be announcing the girls debuting today,” Ms. Kim announced.

“Kim Sera, main dancer,” Mr. Park said. Your best friend burst into a wide grin, bowing and thanking the trainers profusely.

“Kwon Hyorin, main rapper, and Lee Suji, lead rapper,” Ms. Kim read off from the list. The two girls smiled and thanked the trainer.

“Lee Minju, lead dancer,” Mr. Park added, “You worked hard in this past year.” The young girl smiled in reply and softly thanked him.

“Lee Haeun, main vocal & visual,” Ms. Kim said. The girl beamed proudly and thanked the trainers also. “Those are the only girls debuting. Hopefully you all can pick a leader for yourself; we’ll inform you of the group name in a couple of days. Good work, girls.”

It was like the world came crashing down. You bowed respectively to the trainers as they left the room, but your feet wouldn’t budge from your spot. The whispers started around you as the girls eyed you strangely.

“How’d she not make it again?”

“Just look at her body? How could anyone looking like that debut?”

“God, it must suck to be her right now.”

“Y/N, you alright?” Sera asked. She was already ready to engulf you in a big hug. You allowed her to comfort you for a bit before pulling away.

“I have to go practice,” you muttered, “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Did you hear?” Felix asked the guys scattered on the floor of the dance studio; their heavy breaths fogging up the mirror after hours of choreo practice.

“Hear what?” Seungmin asked.

“Y/N didn’t make the debut group.”

The sound of a water bottle crashing to the ground rung throughout the studio. The guys looked up to see Jisung standing in shock, a pool of water forming around his feet.

“What?” the rapper asked, “What do you mean she didn’t make it? She was practically leading the whole girl trainee group for the past five years!”

Felix just shrugged. “It’s JYP. When is he never a snake?”

The light guitar strums and snaps of “I Like Me Better” played over the speaker as you moved fluidly with the music. You kept your eyes trained on the mirror, making sure your expressions matched the tone of the song and that your limbs didn’t look too forced or stiff while you moved through the choreography.

“Y/N?”

You almost tripped over your own feet at Jisung’s voice.

“H-hey, what are you doing here so late?” you asked, scurrying over to the speaker to shut the music off.

“I wanted to check on you, and I figured you’d be in here.”

“Well, here I am,” you said with an awkward flourish.

“You alright?” Jisung approached apprehensively, stopping only a foot in front of you. You looked over at the stereo as you nodded in reply, but his eyes stayed in the same soft, worried way they had been since he’d entered the room.

“I got cut, Jisung.” Your voice was barely over a whisper, but he could still pick up on the little tremor at the end of his name.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he put his hand on your arm, “It’s alright, Y/N. C’mere.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. You looped your arms around his waist and buried your face into his shoulder. Jisung’s words of comfort wafted through your ears, an absent-minded hum to the overwhelming feeling of weight pressing on your chest.

“I’ve just worked so hard,” you cried into his shoulder, “And I don’t know what else I can do.” Jisung tentatively lifted his hand to run them through your hair soothingly. “What if this is my best, and I’m never going to get good enough to debut?”

“Hey, Y/N,” he held you at arm’s length now, “I can 100% assure you that you are worth way more than what those trainers picked, okay?” A small grinned played on his lips. “I swear that I’m not lying to you when I say you’re the most talented trainee in this whole damn company. It’s just,” he paused, “Sometimes the opportunity we think we missed is just something that will open a door for us later on in life. Don’t beat yourself up over this, Y/N. Prove them wrong. Show them that you’re meant to debut.”

You let out a derisive scoff. “I think they made it obvious I’m not debuting.”

“Talk to Momo-sunbae, Felix, Minho-hyung, and maybe you’d get a different answer. Trust me, Y/N. I think you are perfectly awesome just the way you are, and I know most of your peers know that too.”

You went back into his arms for another hug. There was always something about Jisung that made you feel safe and sound. Maybe it was the warmth he emitted whenever he came in contact with you, arms snuggly wrapped around your figure. Maybe it was the way his voice made the back of your neck tingle just a bit when he lowered his voice to give you words only meant for your ears. Or maybe it was just him. Jisung. The guy that’s been by your side since he joined JYP.

“Thanks, Jisung,” you murmured, pulling yourself back just a bit. From this angle, you realized exactly how expressive his eyes were. It was as if he was pouring every single one of his thoughts into his gaze.

“No problem, Y/N.” Neither of you had let go yet. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” Your voice was breathier than intended.

“You feeling better?” He was already leaning down.

“Yeah.” You decided to meet him halfway; your lips meeting in the middle. Was it awkward? Yes. But did you hate it? No. Jisung brought his hand up to cradle you cheek, trying to figure exactly what to do with his hands. Suddenly you pulled away. “What about the cameras?” you asked, wanting to kill yourself for pulling such a rookie mistake.

“Blind spot.” Jisung gestured to the cameras, “They don’t catch this corner for some reason.”

“Thank god,” you sighed, “So we can continue.”

“W-what?” Jisung’s eyes blew up comically.

“C’mon, Romeo, you’re the one that took advantage of an emotionally wrecked girl,” you teased.

“Hey, weren’t you the one that kissed me?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Just shut up and kiss me before I get sad again,” you replied, laughter threatening to spill past your lips.

“Did you finish my arrangement?” Haeun questioned you one day in the hallway.

“Yeah, I sent it to you, like, 20 minutes ago?” you replied.

“Awesome! I’m planning on using it for the pre-debut showcase. They’re letting all of us have our own solo stages to showcase our individual talents!”

Ah yes, another twist in the knife already impaled in your heart. “Sounds great, Haeun,” you gritted.

“Plus, I’m going to the salon tomorrow. I heard they’re going to dye my hair blonde for debut! Do you think the managers will let me dye it another color?” Hauen pouted. “I heard all the visuals nowadays get natural hair colors while their members get weird ones.”

You were six steps away from throttling the poor girl.

“Haeun! Help Minju with her vocal warm-ups!” You had never been so glad to hear Sera’s voice.

“Thanks, Sera,” you uttered as Haeun pranced away from you.

“Anything to get rid of that brat,” Sera joked before looking at you with concern. “You okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m just getting some background work done. Ya know, arranging and producing and all that.”

“I heard you’re composing our debut track,” Sera said with a wry smile.

“Yeah, composing, writing, producing,” you counted them off on your fingers. “Make this debut lit, Sera. I’ve always wanted to swim in a pool of money from all my royalties,” you jested.

Your best friend hesitantly smiled right back. “I swear I will, Y/N. I’ll make you proud!”

“Again,” you demanded into the microphone. Haeun readjusted her headphones before belting out the bridge again. You winced at the strained quality of her voice. “It’s fine for now, next up is Sera.”

You were used to this already. In the weeks leading up to the showcase, you were tasked with ensuring the success of the girl group’s music. Funny how JYP could trust you with the future of his next big thing, but he couldn’t trust you to be in his next big thing. Time ticked away quickly as you settled into your zone. That was until an incessant cough kept snapping you out of it.

“Do you need water, Haeun?” you inquired.

“I’ve got some,” she said.

“Then drink it.” You returned your attention back to Minju standing in the recording booth. “We can’t have you getting sick when the showcase is next week.”

“I know,” Haeun replied matter-of-factly. “I’m going to rest my voice for the rest of the day,” she got up off of the couch, “Am I dismissed?”

You waved her off. “Don’t forget to drink warm water with honey and lemon, you brat!” The girl might be growing on you.

Hauen rolled her eyes at your advice.

Okay, maybe not.

Recording goes by smoothly, and you find yourself burning the midnight oil as you work on mixing all the components together. However, you kept on being pulled back to the bridge of the song, wrinkling your nose at how the audio sounded no matter how much you tweaked it. You were so engrossed in your work that you didn’t notice a certain someone sneak up behind you.

“Boo,” Jisung whispered, tapping on your shoulder. You jolted in surprise before turning around to see his grinning face.

“Not funny, Jisung.” You scowled at him.

“C’mon, Y/N, don’t give me that face.” He poked your cheek, but you continued to glare at him. “I won’t do it again?” he offered.

“Fine,” you sighed before turning back to your work. “What do you want?”

“Just wanted to see what you were up to at,” he turned to look at the clock, “1:34am.” You didn’t verbally reply, instead handing him the headphones you were wearing earlier. He placed them over his ears, and you played him the rough mix. Jisung bobbed his head along to the beat, smiling at a really cool switch up you did in the second chorus, and then wincing when he got to that part in the bridge.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” you grimaced, taking the headphones back from him after the song ended.

“No! The song is good! It’s just,” he paused, “whoever is singing the high note and adlibs during the bridge sounds really strained.”

“Yeah, the main vocal’s throat hasn’t been in the best shape, and the company wants the song to be pretty much perfect in two days, but I can’t get her to redo her recording of the bridge part because I really don’t want her to mess up her throat even more.” You slammed your head down on the table and let out a frustrated groan. “I don’t know what I should do.”

“Why don’t you just do the high note and adlib recording and mix it in?” Jisung inquired. His voice was so soft, you barely heard him say it.

“What?”

“Well, it’s just a high note and adlib, right? Your voice shouldn’t be too distinct? Plus, it’ll get the recording done just in time for the company’s deadline?”

You mulled over his words for a second. Maybe it’ll work? Your mind couldn’t pull up any other solutions, so you found yourself standing in the recording booth, belting out the notes with ease. Jisung manned the recording equipment, giving you a thumbs up whenever you hit a high note perfectly. For the first time since the debut group was announced, you were genuinely smiling. It felt so good to be able to sing out to your heart’s content, knowing that it’ll end up being heard by thousands of people.

“Was it good?” you asked Jisung once you stepped out of the booth.

“Good? That was the best I’ve heard you sing since you joined this company,” he teased.

“Gotta make sure the girls do well. Even if it means someone else taking credit for my work,” you stated. Jisung frowned at your words.

“What? No! Just let the company know that you sang the high notes and adlibs since the main vocal was sick. I’m sure they’ll give you credit.” He sounded extremely unsure on his last statement.

“And completely expose the main vocal for not doing the main vocal’s job?” you snorted. “It’s fine, Jisung. This is just a one time thing.”

You had lied to yourself that night. It was definitely not a one time thing. This was being proven to you just this second as the stylists fitted you in an outfit probably worth ten times more than you ever will. How exactly did you get to this moment?

“Haeun is sick,” Ms. Kim stated the Friday you presented the debut track to the board, “We just rushed her into the hospital last night.”

“What are we going to do?” Sera asked, stepping into her appointed leader position, “Our pre-debut showcase is Monday. How can we perform if our main vocal is sick? We didn’t even record the pre-recorded tracks yet for our stages!”

“We can always just delay the showcase? Cite that our main vocal had fallen ill due to overworking herself,” a board member proposed.

“How can we do that when the girl’s stricken with Mono?” Ms. Kim snapped, “She wasn’t even working that hard!”

“We also can’t delay it since our fans have been excited for this for weeks now,” Sera chimed in, “We might get a lot of backlash for this.”

“What do you propose we do then?” Mr. Park asked.

“Why don’t we just have a stand-in for Haeun?” Ms. Kim said in all seriousness, “Have some trainee do her part during the showcase; we’ll just have Haeun pre-record her introduction part or any other speaking parts for the showcase.”

“What trainee has the same vocal prowess as Haeun? Same build? You can use make-up all you want, but you can’t copy Haeun’s natural looks and talent,” a board member countered.

“If you throw a cap over anyone’s head, their face is 95% covered,” Minju threw in.

“But who can we use as a stand-in?”

“Why not, Y/N?” Ms. Kim inquired, gesturing towards you. “She is one of the strongest vocal trainees in our company, and she’s been extremely involved with the debut group’s production, so she knows all of the setlist in terms of music and choreography.”

“Aren’t their voices different?”

“If you thought the high note and adlibs in the debut track were Haeun, I’m here to inform you that you should retract your statement right this instant.” Her voice was strangely cold when she reprimanded that board member. It was weird to have the usually stoic teacher be by your side. “It’s settled then. Y/N will fill in for Haeun during the showcase.”

You stared at yourself in the mirror. It was strange to see yourself dolled up: your eyes smudged with peachy eye shadow and glitter, your lips tinted a pretty pink, and your hair slightly curled. It was also strange to see yourself wearing something other than a hoodie and training shorts; the peach blouse and high-waisted white shorts combo made you look way prettier than you could imagine. It was almost like you were going to debut. Almost.

“Ready?” Sera asked, handing you the white cap you’d be sporting during the showcase.

“To pass my voice off as Haeun’s? Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The showcase went without a hitch. You easily lip-synced along to Haeun’s pre-recorded talking segments, flowed along to the choreography, and belted out the lyrics to Haeun’s parts in all the songs. You were showered with the thunderous applause and cheers of the fans that had filled the theater. However, your smile faltered when you heard exactly what they were cheering.

“Haeun! Haeun! Haeun!”

That’s right. It wasn’t you they were cheering for. It’s the girl you’re pretending to be that they’re cheering for.

“Awesome work, Y/N,” Sera said, giving you a high five once the group filed off of the stage. You forced on a smile in return and handed your headset to the stagehand.

“Good work, everyone!” you said while bowing to each person respectively before ripping the white cap off of your head.

“Haeun is just sooooooo good!”

“Can we talk about Queen Haeun’s high note during her solo? Your fave could never!”

“Can’t wait for her debut!”

The fancams for the showcase had been released onto the internet, and the netizens were ready. You scrolled past comment after comment praising “Haeun’s” talent: proud that your voice brought about such a positive reaction, bitter that it was Haeun getting all the praise.

“Hey Y/N!” You didn’t even bother to look up.

“Hey, Jisung,” you mumbled. Your eyes were still glued to your phone screen, thumbs scrolling absentmindedly as you poured over the seemingly endless comments.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, brows furrowing together in concern. You just held out your phone for him. He plopped down next to you on the floor and took your phone from your hands. “I don’t see the problem? It looks like the public is excited for the girl group’s debut?”

“Play the video,” you deadpanned. At this point, you leaned your head against his shoulder. Jisung stiffened beneath the sudden contact but obliged.

It wasn’t even a minute in before he went, “Oh shit.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s you.”

“I know.” You readjusted your head on his shoulder and interlocked your fingers with his.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” he stuttered out. Cheeks flushing at the sudden amount of contact you were enacting with him.

“I’m upset, and you’re always here when I’m an emotional mess, so accept the fact you’re now my source of comfort,” you grumbled while snuggling into his side.

“I’m your source of comfort, huh?” Jisung asked with a stupidly cheeky smile.

“Don’t make me say it again, you fool. I’m upset right now, and you don’t want me to get more upset,” you warned.

“Yeah, I know.” He sat with you in silence for a good five minutes before saying something. “What are you going to do? With this whole ‘Haeun is getting all the credit for your work’ thing?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, “The company’s gonna kick me out if I say anything since I’d be slandering the upcoming group. Plus, this is a one time thing, so I guess I’ll be fine?”

“But you deserve to be in the debut group if they keep making you do all of her work!” Jisung countered. For once in your life, you heard Jisung sound angry.

“What do you expect me to do?” you cried. Your head was no longer on his shoulder.

“I don’t know, Y/N!” he shot back. His expression immediately softened when he realized you were tearing up.

“You don’t think I’ve already tried everything, Jisung,” you whimpered. “The board threatened to kick me out of the company if I say anything about this.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He engulfed you in a hug. “I’m not angry at you, Y/N. I’m just angry at the company for treating you this way.” He could feel his shirt getting wet from the tears you were shedding. “It’s okay, Y/N. Just let it out. We’ll fix this.”

You didn’t know exactly what Jisung meant when he said those words until exactly two days later. You had awoken to your phone being bombarded with texts from Sera (she had not had her phone revoked just yet).

Sera - “Y/N CHECK WHAT’S TRENDING!!!!!!!!!”

You groggily rubbed your eyes before pulling up the link Sera just sent you. Suddenly you found yourself fully awake. You jolted upright, proceeding to bump your head against the ceiling, and scrolled through the article detailing the truth behind the pre-debut showcase.

“Hi everyone,

I don’t know where else I can put this, so I decided to put it here. So everyone know JYP is debuting a new girl group, and they had their first talent showcase recently. Well, I have some information to share. The main vocal debuting isn’t the main vocal that sang at the showcase. They used a different trainee to sing her part since the main vocal fell ill. I wanted to let everyone know that the main vocal can sing, but it hurts me to see her get credit for someone else’s work.

Everyone might be wondering how I know this. I’ve been working at JYP for a very long time now, and I personally know both girls involved in this situation. Thank you for reading my post; I just wanted to get it off of my chest.”

Oh shit.

You scrolled through the thousands of comments on this post. A good portion were of netizens demanding proof or calling the OP a liar, but the majority of them seemed to have believed the OP, demanding JYP to release a statement. Your phone then buzzed, indicating you received another text.

Ms. Kim - “Come to the office now.”

You sat in front of the debut team’s board members, furiously gnawing on your lower lip.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” the man sitting at the head of the table.

“I didn’t post it, sir,” you meekly replied, “I don’t know who did.” He simply scoffed at your reply, but Ms. Kim stepped in.

“We checked the IP address of where the post came from, and it was traced to an internet cafe. Y/N was in the practice room at the time of the post according to our security cameras,” she stated. She glanced over to you for a split second before turning back to the board member. “For now, we can deny all allegations. The post never gave verified evidence of them being part of JYP to back up their claim.” The board murmured amongst themselves for a couple minutes before agreeing and letting you go.

Once you exited the meeting room, you stormed towards the dance studio, knowing very well who’d be there.

“Y/N?” Jisung asked in surprise when he heard the door slam open.

“Why would you do something so stupid?” you retorted, stomping up to him. “I could’ve been kicked out of the agency because of what you did!”

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N, but I couldn’t just sit around while the company screws you over!”

“Why does it matter, Jisung? Why does it matter so much to you what happens to me?”

“Well, I don’t know, Y/N! If you hadn’t noticed from all the kissing and touching we do, I actually do care about you a lot, and I’m so sick and tired of you being treated like you don’t matter because, well, you do matter!” He turned away from you and lets out a resigned sigh. “You matter a hell of a lot to me,” he mumbled before brushing past you and leaving the room.

The mess died down in the following handful of days after JYP denied all allegations of a stand-in singer for upcoming debut group’s main vocal. You continued through your normal routine: practice in the morning, working with the debut group for the rest of your day, and more practice in the late nights. It was a numbing process really. Sera was so busy preparing for debut that you couldn’t pull her aside for a chat like you used to. Chan no longer needed your help with producing since he was in the final process of completing Stray Kids’ recording. And Jisung, well, Jisung’s been avoiding you since that day in the dance studio. Life was slowly reverting back to normal, until another storm came your way.

There was another post trending this time. Another accusation towards JYP for using a stand-in vocalist. However, this one was different. This one had proof.

“Hi everyone,

I’m a different OP from last time, but I felt like I had to share this. I’ve been working for JYP for a very long time now, and I’m disappointed to see them try to cover up something like this. Honestly, they used a stand-in vocalist, another trainee, for their debut group’s main vocalist, and I have proof.

Linked to this post is a video I compiled. It compares the voice of the girl at the showcase to the voice of the debut group’s main vocalists. You can easily hear the difference in timbre and how they hit the high notes. It then compares the voice of the girl at the showcase with the voice of the best vocal trainee in our company. Hear how their voices are identical? Hopefully this clears everything up, thank you for reading.

P.S. The comparison recordings are from their most recent monthly evaluation.”

You could barely believe your eyes once you scrolled down to the comments.

“Oh my god, I knew JYP was a snake, but I didn’t know he was this much of a snake.”

“#JYPISCANCELLED Can’t believe they’d do smth like this smh”

“Why won’t they debut the other girl??? She’s so good!!’

The last comment caused you to tear up, but the tears overflowed once you realized that person wasn’t the only one with those sentiments.

“Please debut mystery girl!”

“#mysterygirldebut”

“Just debut the other girl @snekyp”

“What are we going to do now?” the head board member asked, “Our stocks are decreasing, and the interest for the upcoming girl group is too! And it’s all because of her!” He pointed an accusatory finger at you.

“I didn’t do anything, sir,” you replied calmly.

“It’s true,” another board member chimed in, “The IP address doesn’t match Y/N’s location when the post was published.”

“She could’ve queued it!” someone else chimed it.

“This isn’t Tumblr. You can’t just queue posts.”

“Well then,” the head member grumbled, “what are we going to do?”

“Listen to the people of course,” Ms. Kim spoke up for the first time since the meeting had started, “Put her in the debut group.” You swear you could’ve heard a pin drop after her statement.

“What now?”

“Put her in the debut group,” Ms. Kim said matter-of-factly, “People want her to debut. If we debut her, we’d appease the public, and the debut group will get a good boost after this ‘publicity’ stunt.” The board looked as equally shocked as you did. “Am I wrong?”

“I don’t see how it could hurt…” the head member murmured, mulling over the proposal.

“According to my calculations, we’d have an 154% increase in interest from the general public if she debuts in the group. We could sell it off as an underdog story. ‘Rising up to the challenge when a friend falls ill,’” another board member chimed in. You cringed at the cheesy underdog story they were trying to give you, but you kept your mouth shut. You might actually get to debut.

“Well, I think we all know the answer here, gentlemen,” Ms. Kim said. She then turned to you. “Looks like you’ll be debuting, Y/N.”

“Jisung!” you exclaimed, barreling through the dance studio door. Unsurprisingly, he was there sitting on the floor next to the stereo.

“Y/N?” He got up onto his feet.

“You’re an idiot, I swear to god, Han Jisung,” you said, marching up to him. You stopped right in front of him, toe to toe. “But you’re an idiot with a giant heart that’s way too big for me to handle, and you do stupid things because you believe they’re the right thing to do, and I want to thank you so much for being my big idiot because I’m debuting!”

Jisung could only stare at you in shock as the words began to register in his brain. Suddenly, he breaks out into a grin and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up and twirling you around. “Hell yeah you’re debuting!” he cheered. You giggled at the excitement that paints the entirety of his face.

“I’m so sorry for being such a ass about the whole thing, Jisung,” you said once he placed you back onto the ground, “I was just so scared about what would happen to you if they found out.”

“Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t ask for your consent to post it first. I should’ve thought about what would happen to you once I post the truth.”

“Now that we’re done apologizing,” you paused to pull him down by the collar to your face-level, “I want to give you my thanks.” You pressed your lips against his softly. Jisung quickly threw away his shock and molded his lips with yours before breaking out into a small smile.

“Wait, what about the cameras?” he mumbled, pulling away slightly.

“Blind spot,” you replied cheekily, “Now are you going shut your mouth and kiss me?”

“Happily.”

After a good twenty minutes of making out with Jisung, you found yourself cuddled into his side whilst sprawled across the dance studio’s floor.

“Jisung?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Hm?”

“How exactly did you get the footage from my monthly evaluation?”

The boy turned to give you a cheeky little grin. “Let’s just say I’m not the only person that really wanted you to debut,” he hinted.

“Oh really now?” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Yup. A certain Ms. Kim was very adamant about sharing the monthly evaluation videos with me for some odd reason.”

“Oh my god, you’re joking.”

“Dead serious. Now I think I need another thank you present for pulling that off,” he teased while puckering his lips.

“Shut up or else I’m never kissing you again,” you replied with an eye roll. Jisung’s hands find themselves on your torso, and they pull you towards him. Your eyes widened at the sudden movement. “Jisung!”

“Take it back,” he pouted.

“You’re such a baby!”

“Take it back!”

“Never!” you replied, trying very hard to hide your smile.

“Fine then, you leave me no choice.” Jisung pressed his lips against your neck. You freeze at the sudden contact, but instantly tried squirming away once he blew a raspberry against your skin.

“Jisung!” you screeched while futilely trying to escape his grasp.

“Take it back!” You could practically hear the laughter in his voice.

“Fine! Fine! I take it back!” The raspberries ceased, and he turned you to face him. Jisung looked at you expectantly. You only let out a sigh before leaning in and placing a kiss on his lips. “Happy now?”

“That my girl is debuting and just gave me a kiss? Definitely. I’m definitely happy.”

A/N: omfg that was so long lmao. Also sorry if it was more reader centric than romance with Jisung centric I guess? Idk I really liked writing this fic, so I hope you enjoyed!

[kpop-probably]

Round 8: Semi- finals

AN: This one is a little long so I put the keep reading thing on it. Its 1,875 words. 

iKon 8th member AU

July 2016

The excitement was high backstage. The remaining six contestants will have solo performances with a special guest performers. All of them matched-up to go against another contestant. The contestant who earned the most amount of money during their match-up will advance to the final round, while the other gets eliminated. Making it this far should be accomplishment enough but for Asuka it isn't. She wants to show everyone, especially her female fans, that she can win it. The fans didn't approve of her in the beginning and wouldn't include her in the fan chants but since the show has started they have sent her nothing but love and she's even received some fan mail.

Asuka Pov

I'm sitting in the room for my team putting some finishing touches on my verses. I have a surprise guest tonight to feature on my song. I get up to go find Joon-Kyung oppa to get some feedback on what I wrote but when I open the door Xitsuh is standing outside of it. “Did you need something?” I start to look around to find any excuse to run away because the whole pretending someone called my name thing I usually do with YoYo whenever he tries to make really bad jokes, simply won't work in this situation because alas there isn't anyone in the hallway with us, just my luck. “I just learned that I'm going against you tonight and came to wish you luck.” But before I can thank him he continues speaking. “Hopefully whatever rhymes you have in your hand there are better than your little boyfriends disses.” He smirks and walks away before I can make any type of comeback. Things like this are what make me hellbent on winning, the men here are so misogynistic and egotistical I often wonder how they're gonna take it when a woman knocks them off of that pedestal. I roll my eyes and turn around to continue on my journey in finding the man I need. But once again i'm stopped when I see a familiar figure wearing my favorite hat on him. “Jae won?” he turns around at the sound of my voice and smiles “Nuna just the woman I was looking for.” I smile shyly “It seems like i'm a woman in high demand today.” He raises an eyebrow at my confession. “Xitsuh came to the room and just wanted to trash talk.” “Well what’d he say?” “He came and said he wanted to wish me luck, but then turned around and said he hopes I wrote something good tonight, then proceeded to call you my “Boyfriend.” I don't take much notice to how he stiffens at the mention of me being chastised about our relationship or whatever this is. “So… Boyfriend huh?” I roll my eyes which also seems to be popular tonight and walk away before he grabs my arm and pulls me back into his chest. “You shouldn't walk away from your boyfriend nuna it's rude.” “I don't believe you've actually asked me to be your girlfriend mister.”

Jae won POV

“I don't believe you've actually asked me to be your girlfriend mister.” I freeze up again and the box in my back pocket feels heavier than before. I went and got her a gift to make asking this a little less awkward. “Actually that's why I was looking for you.” She turns around a little and tilts her head at me, I can tell she's trying to act casual but her wide eyes are a dead give away of her nerves. Her eyes -- they always giver her away, she's really bad at concealing her feelings, all you have to do is look into those beautiful brown eyes of hers. I reach into my back pocket. “Turn around, close your eyes, and move your hair for me please.” she hesitates but moves her hair off her neck anyway. I take a breath and pull the necklace from the box and slide it around her neck and fasten it. “Ok open.” she looks down at it and looks back up at me. “I know we've only known each other for about 7 months, but there's just something about you. I can't even lie, you stay on my mind a lot. Whenever I see you I get lost in you all the damn time. I know it's quick but i'd like to take you on a date if you'll let me?” She smiles real big and shakes her head really fast and I can't help but laugh at how cute she is. But before we get to enjoy our little moment Joon-Kyung hyung comes up smirking knowingly “I'd hate to break up this little moment lovebirds but Ms Asuka you're up kid.” with that he walks away “Damnit I didn't even get him to look over my verses.” I turn to her and notice she's nervous again. I grab her shoulders to grab her attention. “No matter what you have written down I know you're gonna kill it.” She smiles and hears her name getting called so she starts jogging away but does a U turn and I get confused “Did yo-” I'm cut off by her smashing her lips into mine and running off again.

Asuka POV I smile glad to know that he's here to support me and that the boys are somewhere watching me. The beat i'm doing my first verse on to get the crowd hype, starts playing and I take that as my cue to walk out and start rapping

Bobby called said let me get the car key, you don't want it with the Osaka Barbie, keep marquis, everything sparkly (man down) hit em on a walkie talkie. Hit em, knock knock tell em let me in. my name ring bells, bitch buzz me in, and I only stop for pedestrians or real real bad lesbians. Hit em with the mac hit em with the tec 9 hit em with the rugger by the intersex line put my whole burrough on my back and i'm gooda i don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda I represent all the girls that stood up, used to drink water with a little bit of sugar now i'm in the gym with my squats and my sit ups young japan pin up, i'm that bitch yea I been up now i'm tellin YG to step his bid up!

The crowd gets hype and before I start my actual song i notice i already have $2,000 on the board. The lights get darker and my second beat starts and I take a deep breath and start rapping again

Better move, better make a better move, Better run quick, hide, 'cause see me I never lose Better shoot, take a shot better shoot, I’ma get what's mine, get the product and the loot, better grind, Tell me where I've gotta go and get it, tell me what I gotta do, I gotta get the benefits and look around, tell me what I gotta go against, Tryna show me who can stop me, I’ma show you I'ma win, 'Cause I am the queen, I am what they want, I have something that cannot be bought, I am the queen, yes I am a boss, I'm in command, I take no days off

Before the hook can start my special guest comes out and the crowd goes even more nuts when the doors open and Jooheon steps out. He starts rapping his part and I look out into the crowd and notice their shocked faces. Everyone most likely thought I would pull some strings and bring someone from YG like G dragon who I haven't even met yet, Mino, Joon oppa thought I'd bring Jae won back, or maybe even one of the boys but I wanted to go out of the box and out of YG so I called up Jooheon, who I met at an awards show a few months ago even though i've been a fan of his for awhile, I was ecstatic when he said yes. While he's rapping I go out into the crowd and they get even louder.

You don’t gotta watch that throne 'cause it's mine, Give that crown 'cause it been my time, There ain’t never be another quite like I, cause if crime pays them i'm bout that life, where? Tell where the queens is at?, independent women that don't need a king for that, 'Cause I am the queen, I am what they want, I have something that cannot be bought, I am the queen, yes I am a boss, I'm in command, I take no days off

When the song ends and I look up at the board I notice that I earned $6,780,000, which is 3x what Xitsuh made which means i'm going to the finals and his ass is going home! I run to Jooheon and thank him for coming and performing with me and as we walk backstage he says  “Anytime, anything for my big sister” and he smiles. As soon as I step foot off stage I'm bombarded with hugs and and Joon kyung even goes as far as putting me onto his shoulder. “You did fucking amazing!! See whatd I tell you the rap barbie got this in the bag.” He's become keen on calling me the “rap barbie” because he says my face and personality dont match my style of rapping. I smile but see Jae standing against a wall waiting patiently for me to be done. I excuse myself and walk over to him. “See what happens when you have confidence in yourself?” I blush but thank him anyway. He leans in and kisses my forehead and says “I have to go i'm supposed to be in the studio right now, I snuck out to see you and if I don't get back now my manager is gonna have my ass on a plate.” I laugh and thank him for coming but before he walks away we hear someone gasping and I turn around and my jaw drops when I notice that Bobby is standing just a few feet away in what looks like...my jacket? I run up and jump into his arms and wrap my legs around him and hug until he can't breathe. “Nuna.. as much as I love your hugs i'd like to live to see you make it to the finals so please let go.” “What are you doing here? And who said you could wear my jacket?” I let him go and he looks back at Jae then back at me and raises his eyebrow. “Shouldn't I be the one asking the questions?” before I could answer Jae comes and wraps his arm around my waist. “I asked her out on a date if that's alright with you.” Jae knows how much I love Bobby and how close we are so I smile hearing that he cares about his opinion. Bobby smiles that goofy smile of his and I laugh. 

“Of course it's alright i'm glad you finally did it, you guys were starting to make me sick.”

Authors note: This one is a little long but im happy with it and hope everyone likes it!! I've never been in a relationship myself so im sorry if Jae and Asuka are cringy but I love them! 

[ketzwrites]

Hello! For those writing prompts, can you please do 71? Thanks!

Of course! I was struggling to find a context for this that inspired me and then I remembered I have a The Good Place AU drabble that I left unfinished. Since I’m obsessed with the show, I just had to keep writing it.

So, here it is. Part II of my The Good Place AU verse, kind of. Available on AO3.

71. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Heaven was driving Magnus crazy. Well, not Heaven. The Good Place, or whatever it was called. Afterlife was supposed to be simple, pleasant even. Jonathan had created the perfect utopia, a place where people who did good while alive could enjoy unending happiness. And, instead, there Magnus was, suffering a minor panic attack.

Nothing major, of course. He was sure he could just summon Luke and the man- no, not a man. Robot? Whatever. Luke would find him a drink to wash all that down. All that abundance of unused muscle should serve for something besides eye-candy for when Magnus was having a bad day in paradise.

Honestly, Magnus blamed Alec. 

His soulmate was just too perfect. Sure, whenever poor Simon was around, Alec would go back into his earthly bad habits. But if Alec was rude, inconsiderate, or possibly downright mean, it was Simon’s own fault for annoying him so much.

Because that was definitely not how Alec acted around Magnus. Oh, no. Magnus wished Alec would show even an ounce of anything less than kindness, patience, and just unwavering lovingness. That way, Magnus didn’t have to feel so guilty for lying to him every single day.

Fork that very first day when Magnus pretended to be a good person to Alec. He shouldn’t have. The moment that Alec expressed concern over his own adequacy to being in the Good Place, Magnus should’ve just been honest and told Alec the truth. If someone didn’t deserve to be there, it was him. Magnus should have never pretended to belong. Or worse, offered to help Alec to become deserving of his spot in the neighborhood.

Because, months later, the truth was impossible to deny. Especially as Alec looked into Magnus’ eyes, his handsome face deprived of doubts or shame. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me,” Alec said, voice smooth but firm.

If Magnus wasn’t already dead, he would kill himself. Alec didn’t deserve this. Jonathan was wrong, he couldn’t be Alec’s soulmate. Whatever good Magnus had done in his time on Earth had been a sham, just a way to stick it to his horrible father. Magnus had taken all the praise, all the glory. But he had never truly deserved it. Just as he didn’t deserve Alec.

“Oh, darling,” Magnus said with a hint of sadness in his voice. He couldn’t keep doing this. Magnus could see the love in Alec’s eyes, the earnest of it. If Alec only knew the truth about him… “You flatter me.”

“It’s true, though,” Alec insisted, facing Magnus completely now. They were sitting in Magnus’ living room, sharing one of the uncomfortable wooden sofas. At least they had gotten rid of the shiny pillows, though Magnus still found glitter in the house from time to time, no matter how many times he vacuumed it. “I know we have eternity now,” Alec sighed, “but I can’t help but wish we had met on Earth. Because I… Magnus, I lo-”

Eternity. Magnus couldn’t do that to Alec. He had to confess, to make Alec see him as Magnus truly was. Selfish, petty, weak. Even cruel. “Alexander, I need to tell you something,” Magnus said before he backed out again, deliberately interrupting Alec. They almost had that conversation too many times. No more. “Something about who I was on Earth.”

Alec frowned. “What is it?” He smirked, a hint of amusement coloring his face. “Another great chapter of the amazing life of Magnus Bane?”

Magnus smiled fondly but shook his head. “Not quite. I know I’ve told you of my inventions and travels around the world. It all sounds very glamorous and adventurous. Meeting new people, creating new technology, partying to my heart’s content. Alexander, you might see me as this incredible person, but the truth is… The truth is I’m not a goo-”

“Hey, guys!” a voice came from the door, startling both Magnus and Alec. Magnus didn’t even need Alec’s whispered ‘motherforker’ to know he would find Simon at the door.

Sure enough, there was Simon, looking increasingly uncomfortable. “Oh.” He swallowed hard. “Did I interrupt something?”

“Yes,” Alec answered before Magnus could. “Go away.”

“Sorry, it’s just- Hm.” Simon had a weird habit of not being able to focus his eyes when he grew nervous. Magnus was getting dizzy just from watching Simon’s gaze go from one point in the house to the other. “So, hm, Jonathan sent me. He fixed the sinkhole that destroyed all musical instruments in the universe and he wanted me to ask Magnus if Magnus wanted to throw a party to celebrate. This one shouldn’t end up with anyone falling to their non-death.” Simon blinked. “But, hm, I could come back another time. When you guys aren’t, you know, busy.”

Magnus could physically feel Alec’s anger forming at his side. That wasn’t good, so Magnus spoke up. “Sure, Simon. Tell Jonathan I’ll do it. Bye for now.”

“Oh, cool.” Simon perked up but didn’t go away. “He was kind of thinking of planning it for tonight, so-”

That was about what Alec had of patience. “Look, nerd,” he said, voice low, “just because your soulmate doesn’t want to see your face, it doesn’t mean the rest of us has to suffer your presence. Either get over your stupid crush on a girl who is still alive on Earth or leave Maia alone. Regardless, do it elsewhere.”

Ouch. Simon’s face went pale. “What? I don’t- I don’t have a crush on Clary. Not anymore, I-”

“So you did have a crush on her?” Maia’s voice came from behind Simon and Magnus audibly groaned. This could not be happening at a more inconvenient time. “And then you lied to me and said you only saw her as a friend. Luke!” Maia called and Luke, the hottest vassal of knowledge in the universe showed up.

“Yes?” he said pleasantly, somehow sounding like a caring father.

Maia didn’t hesitate. “Take the guitar I was going to give Simon as an apology gift and destroy it!”

“Luke, no! Please!” Simon’s jaw dropped to the ground and he turned to Maia, deeply touched. “I thought instruments were banished from the Good Place but you found me a guitar! Maia, that’s amazing!”

“Too bad you’ll never get it.”

As the two of them argued, Jonathan stepped into the house and waved to Magnus and Alec. “Bad timing?”

“The worst,” Alec mumbled, making Magnus snort. His amusement didn’t last long, though. Soon Simon was babbling apology after apology while Maia only looked like she was choosing between punching or slapping him. Jonathan stood there looking confused, occasionally trying to calm the nerves. Unfortunately, everything he said only made things worse. To top it up, Alec stood up to try and shoo everyone out of the house, which made Luke pop on and off as a result.

The absolute chaos was too much of a familiar scene. Magnus truly was on the verge of a breakdown. Alec had almost told him that he loved him and finally – finally! – Magnus was brave enough to come clean. He knew that would mean losing Alec’s affections, but he couldn’t keep stringing Alec along. He had to confess. Not because a little part of Magnus held on to the hope that Alec would still love him despite his flaws, but because it was the right thing to do.

But just like every other time that they were about to have this conversation, something interrupted them. Either Jonathan would show up, or Simon would get in trouble, or Maia would pick a fight with someone. It was a vicious cycle of torture and –

Magnus blinked, stunned. “Oh, wow.” He shook his head a couple of times, everything finally making sense. “This is the Bad Place!”

Suddenly, all the voices quieted down. Alec frowned but realization dawned on him quickly enough. Simon just looked confused while Maia stared at Magnus like she couldn’t believe what he had just said. For once, not even Luke seemed calm.

However, Magnus focused only on Jonathan. “It is, isn’t it? This is an elaborate psychological torture chamber. And this is all your doing. You’ve been making us torture each other, almost giving us enough to make up but then ripping it away at the last second. You’re not some celestial being looking after us. You’re a Demon.”

For a second, Jonathan didn’t react. Then, underwhelmingly, he sighed. “Fuck you, Magnus. Why do you always have to figure it out?”

“Excuse you?” Alec said, protectively.

“Shut it, Lover Boy.” Jonathan rolled his eyes and then pinched the bridge of his nose. He groaned audibly. “This attempt was going so well… But, no, Magnus Bane had to ruin it like he always does.”

It was distressing to hear such disgust in Jonathan’s voice, but he wasn’t done. “You know what, Magnus? Whatever. You’re oh so smart, but you still can’t figure out that no matter how monstrous you were on Earth, this idiot,” he pointed at Alec, “will still wholeheartedly adore you. So, who is the real genius here, hm? You, who keeps stopping you two from boning or me, who designed this entire place? Answer: me.”

Magnus was taken aback. That was too much information being thrown at him and his heart wouldn’t stop racing. He forced himself to focus on something else besides the fact that Alec didn’t care about his flaws. “Wait. What do you mean by ‘this attempt’? There were others? How long have we been here?”

Jonathan shook his head. “Who cares how long? You are all dead and I’m immortal. The point is, you keep ruining my torture. Can’t you just play along? For once? I’m tired of you coming clean to Alec, by the way. We’re not here to get you two together, so just- Just stop. That got old the first thirty times it happened.”

“Thirty times?” Alec asked and there was so much hope in his face that Magnus couldn’t help but smile.

“Urg, yes. It doesn’t matter how I set you four up, you two always find a way back to each other.” Jonathan narrowed his eyes at Alec and then at looked at Magnus. “You always protect Alec when he tells you he doesn’t belong here. Then you two fall in love and you start to forgive yourself for acting up to get your father’s approval and becomes a more wholesome person. It’s really annoying, guys.”

Maia blinked, looking from Simon to Luke to Jonathan. “What happens now?”

But Jonathan just shrugged. “Same as before. I’m just going to reset everything. Hopefully, this time someone,” he stared straight at Magnus, “will listen to his own crippling self-doubt and continue to hate himself. Maybe I’ll force Alec to have a female soulmate. Maybe I’ll put some sort of mark on Simon that stops him from touching people.” Jonathan brought a hand up, as if ready to snap his fingers. “I’ll just wing it.”

Magnus narrowed his eyes. “You know what? It doesn’t matter what you throw at us, Demon. You can’t win.”

“We’ll see about that,” Jonathan arched an eyebrow.

Snap.

[a-second-hand-sorrow]

Reputation (Ben Hanscom X Reader)

WC: 1945

Warnings: Modern AU, lots of Taylor Swift references, like one curse word, sadness in parts

Summary: Y/N and Ben decide to have a Reputation listening party, and because of it some feelings are revealed

A/N: Ben needs some more love, also I HC that a modern Ben would love Taylor Swift so fight me

“Hey guys. I have a proposition for you all.” I announced, sitting down at the plastic table, slamming my tray down with me.

“And what would that be?” Beverly asked, a curious expression on her face.

“Well, seeing as it’s November 10th I was wondering if any of you guys wanted to come to my place this afternoon and listen to the new Taylor Swift album? I preordered it weeks ago.” I said eagerly, and the table went silent for a second.

Suddenly laughter erupted from Richie, and I felt my smile retreat. “Oh my god, Y/N. No way am I spending an entire afternoon just listening to Taylor Swift.” He said, and I rolled my eyes.

“I’d love to, but I’ve got a debate team meeting this afternoon.” Stan said kindly, and I gave him a half smile.

“Anyone else?” I asked hopefully, surveying the rest of the group.

"Sorry Y/N, I’m not a big Taylor Swift fan. I prefer older music.” Eddie said, and I nodded, not surprised he declined. His playlist on my phone contained nothing but Elvis Presley, The Beatles and The Beach Boys.

“Bill? You can bring Georgie if you want. I caught him jamming out to Shake It Off a couple weeks ago.” I said, and Bill chuckled, recalling the memory.

“I’d luh-love to, but Georgie has suh-soccer practice this afternoon.” Bill said, giving me a warm smile.

“That’s ok, Bill.” I said, glancing over at Beverly hopefully. She seemed to sense my hope, but shook her head sadly.

“Dad.” She mouthed, and I felt sad instantly, my chest tightening slightly. The bell rang loudly, and I sighed, shoving a few chicken nuggets in my mouth.

“Hey Y/N.” Ben said, walking up next to me on the way to our lockers.

“Hey. I’d ask you if you want to come over this afternoon, but given my success rate, I think it’d be safer if I just didn’t ask.” I said sadly, and a sad look covered Ben’s face.

“I was just going to say that I’d love to come over. I’m a pretty big Taylor fan.” Ben said, and a wide smile crossed my face.

“Really? That’s so cool! Ok, so you can just get a ride home with me. My mom loves you anyway, so it shouldn’t be too much of a problem.” I said, and Ben smiled at me.

“Awesome. I’ll see you after school, Y/N.” He said, spinning on his heel to turn off to his locker.

“I’ll be ready for it, Hanscom.” I said, and Ben chuckled at my weak Taylor Swift reference.

For some reason Ben’s chuckle at my pathetic joke kept playing in my head for the rest of the day, stuck there like a jingle from an ad.

“You ready to go? Mom’s all cool with you coming over, by the way.” I said, closing my locker before facing Ben.

“Yeah. I like your mom. She’s nice.” Ben said, and I rolled my eyes, scoffing playfully.

“You’re only saying that because she likes you more than me.” I said, and Ben laughed, his cheeks going a dusty pink.

“So what if it’s true?” Ben muttered as we left the main school building. I gasped, shoving his shoulder gently.

The loud sound of a car horn gained my attention, and I saw my mother waving like a madwoman from the driver’s seat of the family car.

Ben and I jogged over to the car, opening the trunk and dumping our bags in it.

“Guests first.” I said, holding the passenger side door open for Ben. He smiled at me before clambering into the car.

I closed the door behind me and sat down, doing up my seatbelt. “Hey mom.” I said cheerily, smiling at her.

“Hey guys. How was school?” The car ride home was filled with trivial small talk from my mother, and I was very glad our house isn’t far from school.

I bolted out of the car as soon as we were in the driveway, and Ben followed suit, apologising to mom before he left.

“Hey dad.” I called out, not bothering to look for him as I ran into my bedroom.

“Hi Mr Y/L/N.” Ben said, waving at my dad as he trailed behind me.

Suddenly Ben was in my room, glancing awkwardly at the door. “Just close it. It’s not like we’re gonna make out or anything.” I muttered, and Ben closed the door with flushed cheeks.

“So, are you ready to listen to what may be the best album of the decade, potentially the century?” I said, holding up my phone.

“Absolutely. I’m so excited.” Ben said, dropping his bag on the floor of my room.

He sat down next to me as I connected my phone to my Bluetooth speaker, turning the volume up on it.

“Let’s do it, Hanscom.” I said, pressing play on the album. The opening notes to Ready For It played loudly, and I felt my heartbeat speed up a little.

As soon as Taylor started rapping, I let out an excited squeal, and began rapping along too.

Ben didn’t rap along, but there was a dorky smile on his face as he watched me. When the chorus started playing Ben sang along softly, almost undetected under my screeching.

“Isn’t this great?” I said, laying back on my bed. Ben nodded, shuffling closer to me.

The first few songs passed by, and then Delicate began playing.

“My reputation’s never been worse, so you must like me for me.”

I glanced up at Ben, whose eyes were everywhere in my room except on me. A string of insults and comments from Henry and Greta passed through my head, stinging like a slap to the face.

I’d been called all kinds of things by all kinds of people, but Henry and Greta were the worst. Thanks to their shitty attitudes, I’d gained a reputation based solely on lies.

I didn’t realise how bad it was until Eddie’s mom told me, to my face, that she didn’t want her son hanging around someone so disgusting.

Beverly immediately comforted me, because she went through a similar thing last year, but it still hurt. I spent the whole night crying because of those words.

I sat up, the memories making tears begin to prick at my eyes. “Hey, Ben?” I whispered over the song’s first verse.

“Yeah Y/N?” He responded, finally bringing his gaze to me.

“Why do you still hang out with me? I’ve got probably the worst reputation in our year level, yet you’re still my friend.” I said, trying to calm my racing heart.

“It’s because I can see past that. As a Taylor Swift fan, you should know that reputation doesn’t matter. It’s who you are behind all that.” Ben said, a gentle smile on his face.

I smiled back, feeling my heart pound inside my chest. “I, uh, I wrote something the other day that I think you should read. I mean you’re the top of English after all.” I said, and Ben’s smile brightened, nodding his head.

“Of course I’ll read it!” He said excitedly, and I took in a shaky breath.

“Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet? Cause I know that it’s delicate.” Taylor’s voice through the speakers suddenly hit me, her words having more power than usual.

I opened the drawer of my desk, and pulled out my battered old poetry notebook, the cover barely hanging on.

Ben looked excited as I opened the book, the stark black ink of my latest poem standing out against the faded yellow paper.

“Uh, maybe you should just read it yourself.” I said, tentatively passing him the book. He accepted it gratefully, eyes scanning the page eagerly.

His face suddenly became unreadable, and I felt my body go cold. He either hated it, or hated me. He must’ve realised that having someone like me drooling over him could ruin him.

“This… this is beautiful Y/N.” Ben whispered after a pause that seemed to last an eternity.

“Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you’re mine all the damn time.”

I took in a shaky breath, looking up at Ben bravely. “Incase you couldn’t tell, it’s, uh, about you.” I said quietly, and Ben chuckled softly, setting the book down.

“To think the girl I’ve been writing sappy poetry about has been doing the exact same thing about me.” Ben muttered, and my eyes widened slightly.

“You mean…?” I trailed off, feeling a beaming smile cross my face. Ben nodded, his cheeks a bright red colour.

“I think you’re incredible, Y/N. I have for a long time.” He said, inching closer to me.

My stomach filled with butterflies at the close proximity between Ben and I, and I took in a deep breath, making a potentially rash decision right there.

I leaned in, and briefly pressed my lips to Ben’s. The kiss was over as quickly as it had started, but my lips were tingling long after I pulled away.

“Benjamin Hanscom, look what you just made me do.” I said, and the two of us dissolved into peals of laughter.

Suddenly the familiar introduction of Look What You Made Me Do played over the speaker, and I gasped, my jaw dropping.

“Oh my god, I’m psychic!” I said, causing Ben to laugh even harder. He was doubled over, his cheeks flushed, tears in his eyes.

Soon our laughter subsided, but the smiles remained clear on our faces. “I’m glad you invited me over, Y/N.” Ben said, gently taking my hand in his.

“Me too.” I said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. We stood up, and I tugged Ben towards me.

It seemed that I overestimated Ben’s balance, and underestimated my own strength. Ben stumbled before falling over, bringing me down with him.

“Damnit, Ben, this is why we can’t have nice things!” I said, gesturing to the few knick knacks that fell with us.

"Y/N, these Taylor Swift references are getting too much.” Ben said, helping me up off the ground.

“What can I say, it’s a part of who I am. Just like being an adorable, very loveable nerd is part of who you are.” I said, squeezing Ben’s hand.

His cheeks flushed a deep pink, and I chuckled softly, a grin tugging at my lips.

Suddenly my bedroom door flew open, and I turned my head to the doorway, keeping my hand in Ben’s.

“I heard a crash. Is everything ok?” Mom asked, surveying us. I nodded, Ben seemed frozen to his place.

“Ok, that’s good. I’m just getting ready to make dinner, Ben. If you want to stay I’m sure that would be fine.” Mom said, winking not so slyly at us.

I felt my own cheeks burn as she looked at us with raised eyebrows. “That’d be nice, Mrs Y/L/N.” Ben said, and mom’s smirk grew into a smile.

“Perfect. You can let your mom know, and then you two can get back to your listening party.” Mom said, closing the door behind her.

I sighed once she’d left, and Ben looked noticeably more relaxed. “I have a sneaking suspicion she’s onto us.” I muttered, causing Ben to laugh.

“You don’t say?” Ben said, finally letting go of my hand. He walked over to my phone and skipped back a few songs, the smile-inducing sound of the baby saying ‘Gorgeous’ filling the room.

“Let’s listen, shall we?” Ben said, smiling brightly at me.

“God knows I’d want nothing more.”

[creamcoffeelou]

Random Karaoke partner night and we sound heavenly together AU

send me an au prompt 

Louis sips at his drink for a while, chatting mindlessly with his friends sat around the table with him. A soft song plays in the background as a few people walk up to the DJ, requesting that they be put on the list to be able to sing for the evening. It’s almost therapeutic, in a way, for Louis. He loves watching people be silly and have a good time with their mates, the same way he hopes everyone else likes watching him have a good time with his. 

He’s not quite drunk yet - just a bit tipsy - and this is usually where he’d cut himself off, but it’s Friday. Fridays at Teds Pub, where the karaoke is usually not shite and the telly is usually playing footie, and he can relax and enjoy a night out that doesn’t feel like he’s being suffocated. 

Plenty of people have asked what makes him want to go to a place like this outside of work - when he’s listening to people sing all day, why would he want to spend his free time spending people sing, too? But it’s so simple in a way he really can’t even explain to himself. The people here, they’re having fun. There is no boss on the other side of the glass that they’re trying to impress, there is no fancy equipment surrounding them in a soundproofed room, and there are no lines that hold them in. 

It’s relaxing. 

A blonde girl takes the stage first, her name announced as Macy, and her voice isn’t bad, Louis thinks. She’s entertaining enough as she struggles a bit through the words of a Taylor Swift song he can’t quite pinpoint. Several claps fill the room as soon as she gets off the stage, and Louis joins them for a moment before he goes back to the bar and gets himself another drink. 

It’s just one of those nights. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” A soft, deep voice says from beside him. “’s just - I saw you like, with your friends. And uh, you’re - attractive. and um - I’m Harry.” The boy in front of him says, a mix of long limbs and a strong jawline and a perfectly deep voice. 

“Sure, Harry.” Louis says, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Just a beer, please.” Harry pays the bartender and gives him a drink, Louis only winking as he walks away with a little smile and a thanks on his lips. He’s not usually the type to accept someone buying him a drink, but something about Harry reeled him in in a way he hasn’t felt in longer than he would like to admit.

He doesn’t listen to most of the rest of the singers - deciding that he’s really quite done with being here tonight, but he doesn’t want to be rude to his friends when they’re all meant to be handing out together. So, he stays, finishes yet another pint and tries to let himself have fun. 

The Rovers are winning the game on the telly, muted to give respect to the singers, but he’s still enjoying watching. Niall shoves him, playfully, getting his attention with a smile. “Y’should go sing, mate. It’s been a while since you’ve gone up there.”

“Nah.” He says, a little smile on his face. “Maybe next competition season.”

“Yeah, cause everyone appreciated it so much when you came in first place with like, a forty three point gap between you and second place.” Liam says, rolling his eyes with a fond smile. 

“Exactly. Maybe next year it can be forty four.” All of his friends laugh, and he’s smiling again, having a good time just as fast as he wasn’t before he even knows it.  

“Alright, everyone, tonight, we’re trying something a bit different.” The DJ says, speaking into his mic, the background song dimmed to a low level that his voice is the most prominent sound in the room. “We have a list of every singer that has ever come on this stage, and from that list, the next three singers on the list will have to chose one of you at random to sing a duet with. Whoever the audience decides is the best, wins free drinks for a week.” 

“Oh, shit.” Louis says, laughing under his breath and Zayn and Liam both immediately turn to look at him. He has a bad feeling he’s going to be picked, but he sits back and watches as someone else is picked first, paired with a shorter boy named shawn who Louis had met a few times. 

And then Harry comes on the stage, long limbs carrying him farther with a single step than Louis would go in two. He watches him with curious eyes as he asks the DJ a question, who then nods. “Alright - Harry here has chosen our one and Only Louis to join him in Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around by Stevie Nicks.” Louis raises an eyebrow, watching as the boy standing on stage grins and waggles his eyebrows. 

He saunters up to the stage, rolling his eyes fondly as he gets several claps from all around the room. “Had to drag me all the way up here just to learn my name, eh?” He asks, a little smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Maybe.” Harry says before the opening notes to the song start and Harry takes Stevie’s part with a beautiful rasp to his voice that has Louis practically staring. It’s deep, faster than his speaking voice, and one of the best live singing voices Louis has heard in months. 

“So you had a little trouble in town,” they sing together, the harmonies of Harry’s low pitch blending perfectly with Louis’ higher pitch. “Now you’re keeping some demon down,” They continue, and Harry is looking at him, with this adorable little smile on his face that he shouldn’t be able to have while he’s singing so beautifully, but perhaps Harry is the perfect definition of shouldn’t that will draw Louis in in every way he’s told himself he wouldn’t allow. 

“Stop dragging my - stop dragging my - stop dragging my heart around.” 

The karaoke version of the song has Louis taking the next part, even though it would actually have been stevie’s in the song - not Tom’s - but he sings along all the same, before they’re at the chorus again. 

For the first time, he wishes a karaoke song could be longer, curses the purposely shortened verses as the song comes to an end and the entire pub erupts into a cheer. 

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, I think I can say we definitely have our winners!” 

With the way Harry is looking at him, he thinks he might have won more than some free drinks. 

[drarry-lover]

OH MY WORD! Guys! I managed to reach 5000 followers! Like seriously, that is amazing, oh my word, thank you all so much for following this little blog, you’re all so great!! ^^

I really want to do something to show you guys how honoured I feel, but I am rather poor and I lack any talents. Will you guys accept a rec-list of my all time favourite fics in a reblog-able format?

Rec will be in the cut below if anyone is interested in it, otherwise you’re all so amazing, please stay you and thank you so much!

Adrift by Cheryl Dyson 

This was supposed to be a swashbuckling pirate story. It sort of took a turn into Whaaaaa? but it's now my favorite, so I guess it's not all bad... Anyway, Auror Harry takes a vacation and runs into Pirate Draco. This fic contains MATURE content. (One-shot | 14k | M)

​All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound 

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on. (Multi-chapter | 140k | Explicit)

An Issue of Consequence by faithwood

Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he’s Draco’s boyfriend. An eight year fic. Post-DH. EWE. HPDM. SLASH. Mature content. (Multi-chapter | 21k | M)

A Slytherin in Gryffindor Clothing by mahaliem

Draco hits his head and wakes up in a world where he's a Gryffindor and Harry is a Slytherin. (Multi-chapter | 43k | M)

Azoth by zeitgeistic (faire_weather)

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care. (Multi-chapter | 88k | Explicit)

Bitter Honey, Green Night by faithwood

 An inn, an Auror, a criminal, a mystery. (One-shot | 14k | Explicit)

Black Truth by InferiorBeing

And, with bated breath, Draco traced the silver line down one more step in the family tree. Draco Lucius Malfoy... the third full blooded Veriae in the Malfoy family... and future life mate of Harry Potter. HD SLASH No HBP spoilers (Multi-chapter | 100k | T)

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered

 Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks. (One-shot | 54k | Explicit)

Chaos Theory by Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley)

Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy's life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn't. (Multi-chapter | 102k | Explicit)

Checkmate by Naadi

Draco has a plan to get Harry Potter, and challenges him to a game of Dare Chess. But is it love, or betrayal, he has in mind? A real game of chess is played throughout the story. A seventh year story based on canon through Goblet of Fire. (Multi-chapter | 250k | T)

Dismantle Repair by shamrocker531

How a random meeting in a coffee shop can change everything. Non-magical. Draco/Harry, some Draco/Cedric, Harry/Oliver - Warning: Explicit sexual content. (Multi-chapter | 160k | M)

Draco the Cowardly Lion by Lomonaaeren

When Draco is Sorted into Gryffindor, everything changes. For the, uh, for the better? (One-shot | 5k | Teen and up)

Eclipse by Mijan

Draco swore revenge on Harry for Lucius's imprisonment, and for once, he keeps his promise. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. But when Draco’s world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins. (Multi-chapter | 309k | T)

The Fall of the Veils by lettered 

This is the fic where Muggles find out about wizards, wars are fought, Apparition is abolished, political conspiracies abound, Draco is asexual, and Harry has Legilimency sex with him. (One-shot | 60k | Mature)

Freudian Slip by jennavere 

Two years after graduating from Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy is still obsessed with Harry Potter. Fed up, his father makes him get therapy. (One-shot | 10k | M)

Friend Like Me by LadyVaderWrites

Draco's rendition of the Love story that never was. (One-shot | 11k | M)

Gilded Soul by Digitallace 

It’s one thing to hear about the daring tales of Harry Potter but quite another to be living in the middle of one. But the danger Draco is destined for seems trivial once he finds himself falling in love with Harry. (Multi-chapter | 94k | M)

Greenhouse Lessons by Cheryl Dyson

Harry and Draco have detention in Hogwarts greenhouse. Dangerous plantlife and several varieties of euphoria ensue. It was complete, but I continued it... This fic contains MATURE adult content. (Multi-chapter | 14k | M)

Gumption by Roozette

In which there are biscuits, poisonous snakes, nefarious ploys, and, oh yes, Harry is slightly mental and the heir of Gryffindor. (Multi-chapter | 6k | M)

Harbinger by Copper Vixen

Harry is a demon with a mission. His assignment? To locate and retrieve his target before he runs out of time or irreparable damage is done to the mortal plane. (Multi-chapter | 96k | T)

Harry Potter and the Children of the Future by Ahja Reyn

In Harry's 7th year, children from the future suddenly appear at Hogwarts and one of them claims to be Harry's son. Problem is, Harry isn't the only father...DMHP [NO male preg] (Multi-chapter | 83k | M)

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?" (One-shot | 49k | Mature)

High Priced by Cheryl Dyson

I referred to this as My Stupid Veela Fic until I decided it was fairly good. Harry is a Veela, for a change, since I was tired of Draco!Veela stories. This fic contains MATURE adult content. (One-shot | 17k | M)

How Potter Turned Malfoy Gay by Galadriell

The whole truth and nothing but the truth. And a bit of weirdness. (Multi-chapter | 36k | M)

I’m a Slave For You by BecauseIHurtSo

After being sold into Ministry enforced slavery to one Mr. Harry Potter, Draco is simply trying to find his lot in life. (One-shot | 6k | M)

In Pieces by Cheryl Dyson

Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new DADA instructor, only to find his teaching efforts thwarted by a very familiar ghost. This fic contains mature content and the necessity of one of our boys not being alive. Exactly. *grin* (Multi-chapter | 87k | M)

In the Company of a Rubber Duck by Anonymous

War makes for strange bedfellows. However that doesn't fully explain how Harry ended up sharing his bath with Draco Malfoy... nor why Malfoy was a rubber duck at the time. (One-shot | 34k | Explicit)

In Which Draco Malfoy Treats His Classmates To Bad Poetry Over Breakfast by giggly!RurouniHime

How does Draco love thee? Let him count the ways… (One-shot | 0-1 000 | G)

Letters by Galadriell

Harry inadvertently becomes penpals with Draco. Here are the letters! Harry/Draco slash. Chapter 17 contains the full story: edited, updated and with more letters. So read that instead of the first 16 chapters! COMPLETE! (Multi-chapter | 51k | M)

The Mistletoe Incident by Naadi

A story in limerick verse. HxD slash. Draco commandeers the mistletoe and Harry sets out to put a stop to it. (One-shot | 500 | T)

Must Love Quidditch by dracosoftie

Through a series of emails from an online dating site, Harry thinks he's found his perfect match. Will the bond they've forged survive after their identities are revealed? H/D. Warnings for slash, language and explicit sexual content. (Multi-chapter | 107k | M)

Nevar by Aoiika

AU. Lily and James are murdered, leaving behind their seven-year-old son. The little black bird has a hard time fighting his way through life on his own. Especially when he's found by a darkness that has followed him, and swallows him whole. HP/DM. Violence and serious abuse later on. Slow romance. (Multi-chapter | 127k | M)

Obliviation by Cheryl Dyson

When Harry decides to quit Auror Training in order to care for young Teddy over the summer, he has quite enough to worry about without Pansy Parkinson dumping a mute Draco Malfoy on his doorstep. (Multi-chapter | 27k | M)

On a Clear Day by Sara’s Girl

Draco Malfoy is waiting for his real life to begin, and it appears that he's not the only one. Coffee, charity, and the wisdom of the elderly. HPDM. Oneshot of epic proportions. (One-shot | 43k | M)

Order of Merlin by Cheryl Dyson

Draco is sent to retrieve an out-of-control Harry Potter from a local nightclub. Written for Alaana-Fair's birthday on Livejournal. MATURE ADULT CONTENT, ETC. (Muti-chapter | 13k | M)

Paradigm by Cheryl Dyson

In my quest to conquer all possible Harry/Draco cliches, I present my Rentboy!Draco fic. *evil smirk* Harry is an Auror and Draco is a Rentboy. This is not a typical rentboy story. (Muti-chapter | 59k | M)

Phantom Orchid by Cheryl Dyson

Auror Potter goes to Seattle in search of a smuggler and discovers a very familiar person in a quite unfamiliar setting. Is Draco Malfoy really who he is pretending to be? (Multi-chapter | 22k | M)

The Pure and Simple Truth by lettered

Harry, Draco, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, and Pansy go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Pansy―you guessed it―go to a pub. I could go on. In fact, I did. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Pansy, Ron, Blaise, Luna, Goyle, Neville, and Theodore Nott go to a pub. In various combinations. (Multi-chapter | 65k | General audience)

Renaissance by Cheryl Dyson

Harry awakens after a long sleep to find things terribly changed. He's not in an alternate universe... it just seems like it. (Multi-chapter | 34k | M)

Starts With a Spin by Maxine

It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there's almost no way out again. Except to keep playing. (Multi-chapter | 129k | X)

Sealed with a Kiss by faithwood

Harry Potter will fall in love with the first person who kisses him. Draco knows what he must do. A Christmassy Hogwarts kissy fic, this. An eight year fic. Post-DH. EWE. HPDM. SLASH. HUMOR. COMPLETE. (One-shot | 48k | M)

Second Chance by DreamingInColour

Of all the possible ways he could die Draco never would have thought a single olive would lead to his demise. But when he is offered a second chance at life he eagerly accepts. Too bad his second chance comes with an unexpected condition. (Multi-chapter | 17k | M)

Secrets by Vorabiza

Beginning with Draco's unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry's summer becomes filled with activity and many secrets. He generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side. H/D post-HBP (Multi-chapter | 411k | X)

The Slytherin Gryffindor by Cheryl Dyson

This is my response to JKR's horrific epilogue. It's a dual novel with one part Albus Scorpius and one part HarryDraco. Deathly Hallows compliant! The Slytherin Hufflepuff is the Albus Scorpius portion. This fic contains MATURE adult content. (Multi-chapter | 40k | M)

Sparkle Sparkle Princesses by Cheryl Dyson

One of Draco's random pranks gets out of hand and creates a roomful of pretty princesses. Crackfic FTW! OMG it's only PG13! *gasp* (One-shot | 2k | T)

Stigmata by InferiorBeing

Harry isn't the Dark Lord, so he cannot be with a Death Eater's son. This is the first time the BoyWhoLived ever asked for something and he cannot have it. So he takes matters into his own hands. Post HBP! Evil!Harry, Dark!Draco (Multi-chapter | 47k | T)

Storm in a Teacup by faithwood

For reasons he'd rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter's hair. This cannot end well. (One-shot | 8k | M)

Synthetic Bonds by mypetelephant

Harry has always been the golden boy of Malfoy Corporation, earning the respect of Lucius and the resentment of his high school rival, Draco. But Lucius has a business proposal that involves Harry becoming a Malfoy..by marrying Draco. Non-magic AU (Multi-chapter | 125k | M)

​Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him? (Multi-chapter | 70k | Explicit)

That Which Divides Us by oldenuf2nobetter

Three years after what would have been their seventh year at Hogwarts, the war between the forces of light and Voldemort's minions grinds on. But even within the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix there are vast disagreements over what is good for 'the Chosen One' and his volatile relationship with Draco Malfoy has many on edge. Sometimes even the best intentions can reap disaster. (Multi-chapter | 126k | Explicit)

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by faithwood

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross. SLASH. HPDM. Humour. Metaphorical angst. Hufflepuffs. A peacock. An eight year fic. Post-DH. EWE. (One-shot | 22k | M)

This Side of Me by cherrycola69

Saving his mortal enemy in a moment of insanity Draco is suddenly labelled a hero. Floundering in a new life and hiding from Death Eaters with Harry he finds that his allegiance isn’t the only thing that’s changed. (Multi-chapter | 56k | M)

Tick Tock by fireflavored

Draco Malfoy is in serious danger of becoming an old maid. (One-shot | 11k | NC-17)

Turn by Sara’s Girl

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently. Epilogue compliant/AU. HPDM slash but some canon het along the way. Please trust me - I promise the epilogue will not bite you. (Multi-chapter | 321k | M)

Twist of Fate by Oakstone730

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A Little Braver - Chapter 1

Characters: Haley Potter (femHarry), Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Rating: T Genre: Friendship/Romance Chapter: 1 Summary: AU Set in my SoY-verse. No one notices how dejected Haley Potter is. No one but... Neville. If Neville took a chance, would he be able to make a difference? Could he make more than just one person happy? A story about friendship, courage and... maybe even love. Fourth Year. Yule Ball. HPxNL. fem!Harry

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A/N: This takes place in my "Songs of Yesterday"-verse and contains spoilers for the first 3 chapters of that fic. I recommend reading the first 3 chapters of that first. This is an alternate side story of SoY.

If you don't want to read that, here are the basics. Harry is a girl (Haley) who has a crush on Michael Corner and she asked him out to the Yule Ball but got rejected, because he likes Cho. This is what happens after she talked to Ron in the common room about it and Hermione stormed out because she and Ron had a fight (again).

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Chapter 2|

1 - As Friends

Neville didn't know what he was supposed to do. And there was no one around that he could ask. Or was there? Ron? Bad idea. Seamus? Dean? Probably not. Hermione…? Maybe he could go to her. But right now didn't seem like the best time. The way she had stormed out of the room… He sighed. It wasn't like this didn't happen often. Especially with Ron and Hermione. But it wasn't his business, right? What did bother him, though was the dejection that Haley so desperately tried to hide behind a mostly fake smile. He wanted to do something to cheer her up. But what could he do? It didn't seem like anyone else noticed what he'd seen since he had followed her out of the library. And now here she was playing chess with Ron. Or to put it more correctly – being defeated by Ron. Did the boy have no empathy at all? Didn't he see that Haley was upset? But what was he supposed to do? He was just Neville. Neville, who everyone made fun of. Neville, who was afraid of their Potions professor. Neville, who could barely remember his own name. Neville, who stuttered when he only opened his mouth. Neville, who was… just Neville. Nothing special.

"Neville?"

He startled, when someone called his name.

"Neville, are you okay?" There was a pair of eyes floating in front of him. Green eyes, framed by round glasses.

"S-Sure," Neville stammered.

"You seem… distracted. Is something on your mind?" Haley asked earnestly.

"N-No," he answered, clearing his throat. Why couldn't he form a simple sentence without stuttering?

"Aren't you gonna go to bed? Ron went upstairs just a moment ago and I'm going to call it a night, too," the green-eyed girl yawned. Neville blinked around confusedly. Beside the two second years at the opposite side of the room there was no one left.

"Come on," Haley sent him a tired smile, "You must be tired as well."

She stood up, yawning again. Automatically, Neville yawned right back. Haley turned around, starting to walk toward the dormitories. She had almost reached the staircase… It was now or never! Are you a Gryffindor or are you not?, Neville thought determined.

"Wait!" Haley stopped, surprised at his almost-shout. Neville was surprised about that, too. He hadn't meant to shout.

The raven-haired girl turned around, watching him curiously with raised eyebrows.

You're stupid, stupid, stupid. What are you even going to say?, he thought. But he had to do something.

His fists clenching, his lips trembling, Neville stammered, "I'm s-s-sorry."

Haley said nothing, she only stared at him, not understanding.

Neville took a deep breath. Then he closed his eyes and told his brain to stop overthinking. It didn't listen. Or maybe it listened a tiny bit.

"I'm sorry you got rej-jected. I heard you're still looking for a p-p-partner. For the… Y-Yule Ball." Neville swallowed audibly. He opened his eyes but closed them again a second later. What was he even saying? Where were his words leading him without his knowledge?

"I just wanted you to know… that maybe… if– if you wanted… y-you could… go… with… me."

That last part was barely a whisper and Neville was almost sure that Haley hadn't even heard him because she didn't say anything.

"I-I understand… if… y-you d-don't want to…" The stutter was getting so bad, that Neville had to be careful not to bite his tongue off! "I just thought i-if you don't find anyone else… w-we could g-go as… friends?"

Haley still didn't say anything. All she did was stare at him like he'd just told her a particularly weird story. Of course, she would. Why would she take him seriously? Why would anyone take him seriously?

"I-I'm s-sorry. I shouldn't – shouldn't have said anything. I-I j-just wanted to – to cheer y-you up. Just f-forget -"

"Neville," Haley interrupted his stuttering. There was a soft, slightly amused smile on her face now.

"Do you want," she bit her lip, trying not to grin even wider, "Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me?"

She couldn't be serious, could she? She wouldn't be the first to make fun of him, but then again, this was Haley Potter. She had helped him countless times before. Defended him. And also got him in trouble once or twice. But all in all… she wasn't that kind of person. She wasn't mean. At least she'd never been mean to him.

"Sure," Neville found himself saying without stuttering.

"As friends?" Haley asked with one eyebrow raised.

"As friends," Neville agreed, because what else was there to say? Friends was good. And even if he wanted, how could he ask for more? Friends was enough. "Good," she whispered, turning to go before adding, "Good night, Neville."

"Good night," he whispered back, feeling more like a Gryffindor than ever. He had done this, cheered Haley Potter up, when no one else had even noticed, she needed it. Maybe the hat hadn't put him in the wrong house after all. And just maybe… he had a reason to look forward to the Yule Ball now.

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ho give me a kiss

    jd knew if her dad caught him here, in his daughter’s room, there would be trouble. but he couldn’t help himself, ever since veronica had crawled through his window to say thank you for helping her the day she had been mugged, he hadn’t been able to stay away from her. she was like the best kind of drug and thrill he could ever hope for. 

    jd smiled against her lips for a moment, kissing her again, body pressed against hers, hips moving gently against her as a hand ran up her thigh, keeping her legs wrapped around him. he groaned softly against her lips, nipping playfully at her bottom one.

   “ i know you said i should go… but do you really want me to? ”

    jd teased softly, lips moving down along her jawline and neck before moving back to her lips. 

first five to get kisses // 2 out of 5 // accepting // @deadwalked

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One and Only

iKon 8th member AU

AN: It was a little difficult to write about the smtm rounds but I think it worked out!! I hope you guys liked this i enjoyed writing it! Its pretty long and probably sucks but here it is!! (plus a little Jae and Asuka content!)

Warnings: Language,and kissing

Asuka Pov

July 2016

One and I have made it past round 6 of SMTM, he lost his diss battle to Xitsuh, while i won my battle against #Gun. I'm pacing back and forth in one of the private rooms with a beat playing working on my verse for the next round. Joon-Kyung oppa (Dok2) paired me with someone on our team. I'm nervous because this can go one of two ways. We win and both stay, or we lose and one of us goes home. At first I was hesitant about coming on the show, but now that i'm here I know that I have something to prove. Everyone has brought up the fact that Bobby, Hanbin and Mino were all on here before me, and of course they bring up the fact that i'm with YG. I sit down and try to calm my nerves and write a little, but then I get a face time call from Jun hoe. “NUNA!!” 

I don't think i'll ever get used to being yelled at endearingly by 7 boys at the same time. “Hi boys whats up?” “Chan wanted us to call you because he misses you, we all do nuna.” 

“Aww you guys i get to come back home early today after we finish shooting this episode!” Since I started filming I rarely get to see them, I come home late when everyone's asleep and I leave early before they wake up to get to get here.“Nuna you did really good on your diss battle i'm proud.” I smile at Bobby “I learned from the best.” “Thank you-” “No I meant Jiyong oppa.” He gives me a glare while all the other boys laugh. “Sooo how is Jae won holding up after last round.” But knowing how Hanbin is really close with Jae, he already knows he just wants to poke fun at me having a crush. “He's got his head up and he's looking forward to this round. Apparently he's got a song he's really proud of.” But speak of the devil and he may appear.

There's a knock on my door and when it opens Jae sticks his head through a little,“Nuna?” I roll my eyes playfully when I hear the boys start oohing and making kissing noises through the phone. “Well see you later nuna! Remember we're gonna be watching! Good luck.” With that Jinhwan hangs up the phone against the protests of the other boys. Putting my phone down I get up and go hug Jae, putting my arms around his neck, “What are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be rehearsing or something?” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer and presses his forehead against mine. “I had to come see you before I went out there. It's funny seeing you pace around and it reminds me not to be nervous” I playfully glare at him but there's still a smile, I shy away from his gaze and sit down again.

 “Are you still writing for tonight?” “Yea I've listened to the original song a thousand times, listened to myundo’s verse and still, nothing.” I sigh and throw my head onto the table. I hear him sitting down next to me, then feel his hands in my hair slightly pulling a little and I give him a puzzled look. “Hanbin told me you like that, he says it usually puts you to sleep so I thought it might relax you.” He scoots closer to me, I look up at him through my lashes and notice how close his face is to mine. He puts his forehead against mine which I’ve learned that he likes to do a lot. I see how his eyes shift from mine down to my lips and my eyes widen when he starts to lean in closer, he notices my hesitation and stops. “Can I kiss you nuna?” I freeze a little and stare at him. “I-I've never kissed anyone before..” I look down ashamed that I'm in my twenties and still so inexperienced. He puts his finger under my chin and makes me look up at him. “Nuna i'd be honored to be your first kiss, but only if you let me.” I look into his eyes nervous but nod my head yes anyway. His lips touch mine and Damn! They're soft as hell and I don't think I can get enough. He goes to put his hands on the side of my face when someone opens the door. “Asuka? It's your- oh well uh shit.” 

What the hell is Xitsuh doing in here? “I just came to tell you that they need you out there now.” He smirks before walking out of the room and I can't help but think that something bad was gonna happen.

Performance

I'm nervous as hell concerned about being eliminated and disappointing everyone that believes in me. For some reason I was blessed enough to go last in the song, Joon-Kyung (Dok2) oppa said something about “You're going last because you're my favorite, but don't tell Flowsik.” I try to feed off of the crowds energy and try not to look at the producers too much. You would think that because i'm an idol this would be easy but it's anything but. When I start rapping I take notice to the crowds increasing sound and so do the producers, especially Joon Kyung who has the biggest smile on his face.

How could it be, little me had the power to be the best B in the league yea inevitably, but could it be little me you was hecklin me now it's monotony when I regularly, look i catch wreck on recreation so I exceed all your expectations bitches aint got it in em, I kill em and then I skin em the contract was signed but I am the addendum, half a million dollars just to upgrade the car show I aint even detonate the bombs in the arsenal, so before the storm comes to calm, hope you can take the heat like Lebron   (Nicki minaj- Blazin)

I think that's the fastest i've ever rapped and the crowd absolutely ate it up. But now it's time to decide which of us was going home, despite the crowds reaction i'm still nervous because it's only up to the producers. MyunDo gets 2 fails from the producers so that means I have to get at least 3 passes from them. Illionaire gave me a pass before it was even over, then AOMG, Mad clown and Gill look like they're conflicted but give me a pass. I bend over in relief but I get up to hug my team member and wish him well. 

Flowsik comes up to me backstage and gives me a hug and spins me around. “Let me put you down I don't wanna get beat up, I hear you're someones girl now.” I smile at him knowing that Xitsuh probably told him what happened earlier, But my smile doesn't last long seeing Bewhy walk up to us “Congrats kid you surprisingly survived another day, but looks like your boy didn't.” Bewhy has had this vendetta out against me ever since I rejected his advances a month ago and it made him even more upset when he found out it was because I like Jae. I roll my eyes at his childish acts and walk away to try and find Jae Won. I knock on his team door when his team open it and see me they all smirk and walk out to give me some time with him. 

“Hey nuna” He seems oddly cheerful for someone who was just sent home. He sees the slightly confused look on my face “Nuna this isn't the first time i've been sent home and it's not gonna stop me. I'm proud that I made it this far. But this means you really have to win now.” I roll my eyes “There's no way in hell that i'm winning.” “I've seen your raps that you've written so far and they're pretty great I think you're gonna kick ass.” My eyes widen and my mouth drops realizing what he had just said “When did you look in my book?!” He smiles really big as if he's proud of himself. “That night you fell asleep in my lap, I may or may not have taken a quick peek. By the way do you know you snore a little?” I cover my face embarrassed that he had the audacity to bring it up. “Come on it's cute. Queen Asuka.” He says it in a sing song voice. Sometimes in my verses I refer to myself as that but only in moments where I'm feeling especially confident. “Stop it. I came in here to cheer you up and you're just picking on me.” I whine. “You know what would cheer me up?” He says as he comes closer to me. When he's right in front of my face the atmosphere suddenly tense, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. “What would that be? I'm here to do whatever it takes.” What the hell! Am I flirting? Is this how you flirt? I'm sure Hanbin would be better at it than me, but then again were both kind of lost causes. He presses his forehead against mine again. “Well in that case. I would like a kiss from the queen to heal my sad, sad heart.” Cheeky bastard. “Then your wish shall be granted.”

Hm, Queen Asuka, does have a nice ring to it.

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