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sardonyxie · 4 years ago

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Hockey Pucks and Cricuts

Veterans!ModernAU - Levi Squad Edition

These are simply the result of my imagination during a zoom class (Preschool intervention if I remember correctly) and of some ideas thrown in by my best friend/roommate. Some facts were thought of from canon perspective, but most of them are just our five idiots in our everyday world. Enjoy!

Warning: Rivetra content and some swearing! If it’s not your thing and you want to hate, scroll down and move on.

English isn’t my first language. If some sentences sound weird or wrong, let me know so I can correct them!

Word count: 1 173

Miche squad is up!

Levi

(Inspired by this)

- He’s from Canada and speaks French. Nobody (except Mikasa) understands him when he’s cursing the others, but they are still scared shitless. When a stranger is being stupid, he makes sarcastic comments in their face by talking about it in French to Mikasa.

- He’s Mikasa’s cousin, but they might as well consider themselves siblings since they spend a lot of time at each other’s house. Both Kuchel and her younger brother, Mikasa’s father, moved for a better life…

- Introduced Eld to hockey and plays with him. Oruo tagged along one day and also got into it.

- Only lets Gunther sit at the front when he’s driving them all since Petra has horrible music taste, Eld can’t follow directions and Oruo bites is tongue to every bump on the road.

- I consider him as street smart. In this case, he learns languages effortlessly and quickly and knows how to get out of a situation by using that skill (and his fists). Never got below an A for those classes in highschool.

- Even if he doesn’t show it very well, he cares a lot about the others and actually offers the most thoughtful presents out of everyone in the squad. He’s a good listener.

Eld

- Is actually from Australia. He moved in the neighborhood when he was five but still has an accent when he speaks. He is Oruo’s next door neighbor and often goes to his house when he wants a tasty snack.

- Plays hockey and actually prefers winter over summer. He’s always down for hockey nights with the other four when the national league is broadcasting its yearly competition. He’s a very dedicated fan of Trost’s Titans.

- Was the type to put everything from his lunchbox in his sandwich. Apple sauce with a ham and mustard sandwich anyone? He still makes strange food mixes nowadays.

- He’s a great photographer and takes pictures for Petra’s shop. However, he can’t pose and often looks silly in pictures.

- Gunther’s best friend. They are THE unbeatable duo at guessing songs. They know pretty much everything from old music to K-pop.

- Plans every vacation trip even if they go oversea. Something always come up in the schedule, but those moments are the highlight of the trip. Petra and he create a travel book for each expedition, and they document it with pictures and anecdotes.

Petra

- She’s Carla’s first child from her previous marriage. Her dad was in the army and died on duty when she was little. Zeke is a few months older, and they didn’t like each other at first. Now she tolerates him, but they have very opposite point of views in life which sparks some quarrels during diners.

- Half-German from Carla’s side and she speaks the language too.

- Her best girl friend is Nifa.

- She’s all about stationary stuff! She has a super chic bedroom with a beautifully decorated study area. She owns a Cricut machine and makes custom stuff for her friends. She gets inspiration from the people around her and their interests to create cute collections to sell on her Etsy shop.

- Played volleyball along with Hanji, Nifa, Nanaba, and Lynne, and she still coaches her high school team. (Because she mostly has support/team kills in canon, I think she was the setter and glued the team with her sportsmanship and teamwork.)

- Levi and she were the firsts of their entire group of friends to get together. However, they kept it to each other and their immediate family. The others found out when Eren asked Levi if the Ackermans were still coming over for dinner during lunch one day (dang it Eren!).

Gunther

- Fully German, but he was born in Trost and doesn’t speak the language at all.

- The only one not really into sports, but is still active enough to keep a good shape. He was a baryton saxophone player for the jazz band. That being said, he’s still able to follow hockey nights because he plays NHL on his PlayStation and follows the news.

- Levi excluded, Gunther and Petra are the last two brain cells of the group. They almost always chose each other when they did projects or small work. Out of spite, they once decided to do a team of 4 project with Moblit and Nifa instead of Eld and Oruo and to prove they carry the squad.

- Super popular on social media for some reason?

- Dad of the group since day one. He looks scary sometimes, but he’s just a big softie.

- King of the aux cord. I would trust him with my life.

Oruo

- Scottish Oruo anyone? Somehow has a German accent and tries to pick up ladies by speaking very broken Spanish? Calls himself Mr. Worldwide (will make more sense at the end of the list).

- Is favorite cookie? Oreo. “The company should feel blessed about having a cookie with a name like mine” “Oruo they were made before your parents even thought about conceiving you”.

- Because he’s a competitive little shit, he was also part of the swimming team.

- You know when a potato chip brand does a mystery flavour? He always tries to guess it with Moblit and will spend a ton of money to get the cash prize.

> The thing is: he hates chips. “Those are an abomination why would you eat those when you have popcorn. As much as I LOVE to clean, they are messy, and the stains are hard to remove from the sofa.”

> Moblit guesses the mystery flavor right all the time, thus making him the winner of all bets and leaving Oruo a little poorer each time.

- He cares a lot about his friends, even if it doesn’t show because he insults everyone. HOWEVER! If anyone else tries to insult them, he’s going to throw fists and will make people cry with his insults.

- Tried to get into Harvard just to flex.

> Newsflash: he didn’t.

- Gelgar and he are the party masters. They know how to throw a mean fiesta, and it’s almost always a huge success.

Rivetra bits

- I feel like their relationship just… happened? They were friends one day and next thing you know they were dating.

- Double dates with Mikenana or Mobuhan.

- Mikasa loves Petra and always reminds Levi to marry her one day. On the other hand, Eren was scared of Levi at first and didn’t understand what his half-sister saw in him, but he changed his mind over time. He can’t see anyone else with his big sister now.

> On that note, Zeke can’t get over the fact that she chose to date is so called “enemy”.

- They don’t like the attention which is why they haven’t said anything for a very long time.

> However, the other three had a little idea of what was going on, but they are best friend material and kept the info to themselves.

- Winter. Wedding. Petra with a long sleeve dress and Levi being handsome as always.

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Do we like it? Do we hate it? What happened to the Ackermans in Canada? The Jäger household dynamic would be nuts!

Please let me know your thoughts! Should I do more of these in this AU?

If you have any other verse idea and would like someone to write it up let me know!

#rivetra #levi x petra #og levi squad #levi ackerman #eld jinn #petra ral #gunther schultz #hockey pucks and cricuts #oruo bozad #I was bored as f #onyx writes #onyx writes snk

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retvenkos · 5 years ago

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amends pt. 9 // ricky bowen

High School Musical: The Musical: The Series - Slow Burn Ricky Bowen x Stage Manager!Reader Fic. Summary: That’s asking a lot of the theatre gods. Then again, it does include a lot of drama, so maybe it might just work out. A/N: I finally gave the people what they wanted. pt. 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8

“I guess we could fill the background with these mannequins and then we wouldn’t have to make as many set pieces.”

“I would have to re-costume all of them. I don’t think these clothes were even acceptable in the 80s.”

You sighed, surveying the stage area. Both Kourtney and Big Red (who were getting along, surprisingly enough) were circling the rave that seemed to have exploded in the corner. Sure, you hadn’t known what you were getting yourself into when you had started your trip to your new theater, but nothing could have prepared you for what the El Rey actually was.

Was a professional location worth it if there were serious health risks to anyone who showed up? You were seriously considering telling Miss Jen that the park was a better venue - you could create a wall with the mannequins for privacy if you had to.

“Umm…” Kourtney and Big Red looked up as you considered your options, “Red, I want you to remake the main platform for the New Years scene. Don’t worry about extending the walls, we’re not going to have enough material for that anyway.”

He nodded and walked off, a confident bounce in his step. That was good. At least someone felt like they could pull this off.

“And me?” Kourtney looked at you expectantly.

“Most of the costumes were saved, right?”

“Yeah. I’m having most of the ensemble wear their street clothes.”

“Sweet. You can help me move these, then.” You picked up a mannequin and started to awkwardly shuffle away. It was taller than you, and it was an awkward move, but you and Kourtney eventually got every mannequin into a prop closet that you were 90% sure was haunted.

“Soundcheck!” Miss Jen’s voice - a little more strained than usual - called out to everyone. You walked over to where Big Red was messing with the soundboard, praying that it worked.

Today was going to be a long day.

…

“Hey, R.” The boy in question smiled as you sat down next to him on the stairs. “How are you holding up?”

“Things could be better.” Ricky’s tone was light and you laughed. “I mean, things were not weird between me and Nini. At all. But Gina’s gone and we’re in this creepy theater, so…”

“Oh, I know. I’ve been doing damage control all day.” You shook your head, gathering your thoughts. “We’re lucky, though. We didn’t lose nearly as much as we thought. The set took most of the damage - we’re going to have to work all weekend to get some of it back.”

“Is Miss Jen going to have you get the supplies?”

“Yeah, actually.” You looked at him, your eyes narrowing. How did he know? “I was just about to find someone to come with me.” You withheld the idea that it was him that you were going to ask. He didn’t need to know that your mind always went straight to him.

“I can go with!” There was excitement in his voice, and he quickly came up with an excuse to cover it, making you smile. “I mean, we don’t know how long Miss Jen is going to have us locked out of the stage area…”

“Yeah.” You smiled at him, your face feeling warm. “I’d love that.”

…

Were you glad that the show was going to be put on in the gym instead of the rat-infested El Rey theater? Yes. But were you going to scream if another change happened to the production? Definitely.

This was the last dress rehearsal - and first tech rehearsal in the gym. And, as fate would have it, the only stage crew member that could do the light board was sick with the flu, somehow all of the basketball jerseys were lost in the move, and Ricky and Nini were M.I.A.

After getting Big Red on FaceTime with the sick crew member and Kourtney talking with the basketball coach to see if they could use some of their actual jerseys, all you had to do was find your two leads. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were smiling because of how similar this situation was to the beginning of the year when you were looking for Nini and Ashlyn and Ricky had helped you.

But the majority of your mind was stressed.

Really, really stressed.

When you started to walk toward the choir room, you could hear singing and knew you must’ve been looking in the right spot. The closer you got, the more you recognized the voices and the song.

I Can’t Take My Eyes off of You. The song that Gabriella and Troy sang when on the rooftop - one of the few songs in the stage musical that wasn’t in the show. When Ricky had found out about it, he had gone on about it for the rest of the week. “Is it really that important if it wasn’t in the movie?” “The words are pretty serious, y’know. Are you sure Nini is actually going to sing this with me?” “There’s a saxophone in this?!” You had laughed and told him it was going to be fine. And it had been.

You stood in the doorway and watched as Ricky and Nini rehearsed. Nini was focused on playing the piano to guide them, and Ricky was pacing, his eyes closed as he focused on getting the part just right.

“...How all I see is you and I…”

His voice was melodious, the words tumbling from his mouth like a waterfall rushing over you. It was full of joy, hope, and love. Everything he did was full of love and warmth. He cared for everyone and somewhere in his caring for you, you fell in love with him.

“...I can’t take my eyes off of you…”

You marveled at him from your place at the doorway - what else could you do? It was easy to love him, even if it was from afar. He was kind and funny… he always made you feel good inside when you were together. Almost as if he cared...

“...I know you feel the same way too…”

Ricky ran a hand through his hair, eyes still closed tight. It looked right, seeing him there. Like he had finally found his place - a place where he could be himself. He always seemed that way in rehearsals - laughing with Big Red, practicing with Nini. He always did his best when he looked comfortable like this. It was your favorite look of his - his comfortable happiness. You loved the way it looked on him. You really did.

“...You never know what you’re gonna feel--”

Ricky opened his eyes and turned back to the piano. Then his eyes fixed on you.

You stood, rooted to the spot. His eyes were wide with panic, the same type of horrible adrenaline surging through your veins. You could see it in his eyes.

He knew.

A cold dread filled you from within, but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t pull away from the wide-eyed look in his beautiful, brown eyes. The panic. The fear.

He knew. He knew. He knew. And he hated it…

When the tears that welled in your eyes broke free, you turned around and left.

It wasn’t running away. Running meant that you could get away from it eventually. But not this. This would stay with you. You couldn’t get away from this. Not when he knew. But you couldn’t stay. Not here - not at school. This school was like a prison, and every moment you were there, the time to your execution loomed nearer. You had to grab your things and go.

The sound of your heartbeat was fast and loud as you walked to your locker. You couldn’t see clearly anymore so you let your legs take you where they knew they needed to go. The sound of your own rushing blood filled your ears.

How could you have been so stupid? How could you have been so careless? You ruined everything and had nothing left. You would never be able to face him again, not after that. He would never be your friend again, not after that. Not after everything…

You were crying, and the tears made it so you couldn’t get the combination right to open up your locker. You blinked furiously and tried to restart the combination process.

“Hey!” His voice called out to you.

You mind was racing and you couldn’t really remember the numbers anymore, but you tried to come up with an excuse, “I--” you pushed away a sob, eyes still fixed on the black dial in front of you, “I just have to get home right now because they need me at home. family emergency, y’know?” your voice was going a mile a minute, the words slurring into one another until your words were almost unrecognizable. “If I could just open this stupid locker I can get going any minute now...” You’re just spinning the lock, now, the numbers all blurring into one as you talk over his incessant calling of your name.

“(N/n).” A hand closes over yours gently, the lock stopping in its tracks. For a moment all you can hear are your strained breaths.

You close your eyes.

“I’m sorry, R.” Your voice is a whisper, but it still carries in the still hallway.

The two of you sit down side by side in front of your locker.

You wipe away your tears with the sleeve of your jacket, your breath steadying with every second that passes. Ricky is quiet next to you, so much so that you think he might have left. It takes all of your energy to look beside you. And there he was - your Ricky.

One of his hands was running through his hair, messing it up even further, big eyes looking down at the floor, his mouth forming the slightest frown.

And you did this to him.

It’s quiet for a long moment. You sighed and tip your head against your locker, closing your eyes. The hallway was dead, but the ringing in your ears makes the silence deafening.

Ricky spoke then, his voice barely over a whisper but cutting through everything the way it always had.

“How long?”

You shook your head sadly, collecting yourself enough to respond. “Too long. It doesn’t matter.”

He looked down at his lap and started picking at a frayed hole in his jeans. You didn’t know what to say and took to watching him instead. You saw what you had done.

“That day when we went to Big Red’s and watched all of the high school musicals to distract me from my mom being gone… that’s when I knew.” His voice was quiet, and there was something soft in his eyes.

“You knew how I felt?” you asked tentatively.

He shook his head, brown eyes never meeting yours. “I knew how I felt.”

Your breath hitched, and something akin to fear started to course through you. But you could feel something else too. Something confused, but hopeful. You couldn’t see yourself, but you tried your best to steel your gaze - fill them with something that was resolved, prepared for what would come next. “I care about you, R. Maybe more than I should, and maybe not enough. But I like your stupid jokes and your well-meaning nature, and how hard you try to be a better person.”

Ricky looked up, his eyes a little red from crying, but shining nonetheless. Your heart was swelling with anticipation when he finally said, “I do too - about you, I mean.”

You both let out a sigh of relief, features curling into smiles. And for a moment all you could see was him beaming back at you, the light coming off of him brighter than the sun.

You leaned into him subconsciously and he did the same. You were close enough to feel the warmth that radiated from him, and you were all too aware of his shaky hands reaching for your waist. You heart was pounding against your ribcage and the two of you got closer--

“(Y/n)! Where are you?” Carlos’s strained voice calls out from around the hall, and the two of you jump apart. There’s a crash where Ricky’s head hits your locker, and despite yourself, you laugh.

When Carlos turns the corner, you and Ricky are laughing, hands just inches apart.

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suitov · 5 years ago

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"Do you think it's a problem that we never fight?"

Nagito blinked. "Uh, would you prefer if we did? I can..."

"No, not... not like that." Makoto bit his lip, hoping that would help words fall through it in the right order.

"I'm afraid I'm very stupid," said Nagito with his usual brilliant smile, "and don't understand what is doubtless a beautiful insight about life, love and hope."

"Okay, that... that's sort of the problem." Makoto saw him about to say something else self-deprecating and rushed ahead. "Not that you're stupid! You're way smarter than I am. I mean, whenever something like that happens, you blame yourself."

"Whom else would I...? You can't be suggesting I blame the shining image of perfection whom I love more than life itself?"

"If I'm in the wrong, yeah!"

Nagito looked as though someone had just asked him to teach a dog to play the saxophone. He fidgeted with the hem of the t-shirt he'd slept in.

"But that's still not really it. Sometimes things are nobody's fault, Nagito. Like, like a miscommunication that's easily solved."

"But if I were a better disciple I'd understand you without having to be coached through every tiny step."

"And? If I was a super ultimate communicator I could make everyone understand everything first time," said Makoto, waving his hands around and plopping backwards to land on the bed, "and then conversations would all be over in five seconds and it'd be super boring."

He resisted the urge to complain about the word 'disciple'. Nagito would cave immediately and with abject apologies, but then it'd slip back into conversation after a day or so had passed, and that was Makoto's point.

"I don't mind having to work to understand each other, Nagito. I think that's the point of having a relationship."

"I thought the point was for me to worship and adore you and spoil you rotten to the limit of my abilities," said Nagito with a flirtatious flutter.

"That's not being boyfriends, that's... like having a servant."

"If I'm a willing one, what's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong is that sometimes I want to spoil you, Nagito!" He'd raised his voice a little and it embarrassed him. "Like, I know you like the house to be just so, but you don't have to do all the cleaning. And, and when I'm wondering where to go on a date, you're allowed to have an opinion!"

"But I enjoy whatever you enjoy. I truly do."

"That's lovely, Nagito, but what if I want a chance to enjoy the things you like too?"

Nagito's fingers twisted and twisted at his shirt. "I'm... denying my Hope something he wants..."

Makoto struggled off the bed -- it was delightfully soft and squishy, but hard to get out of in a hurry -- and slipped his arms around Nagito's waist. "No you're not. But I think you may be denying yourself things, and you don't need to."

"Huh..." said Nagito, sounding like he was thinking hard, although it obviously wasn't so hard that he didn't take the opportunity to squeeze Makoto in return and run his fingers through the disordered biscuit-brown spikes of hair.

"I'd like the chance to get to know all of you, Nagito. Not just the parts you think I'll approve of."

A thoughtful hum vibrated the collarbone against Makoto's cheek.

"I guess this means I should show you the shrine I built to you in my closet, huh?"

"W-wait, really?" Makoto stared up at him.

Nagito laughed like a paper horse whinnying. "No. I'm not that bad."

Makoto giggled in return and nuzzled back into him.

"Hey, Makoto..."

"Mmmm?"

"Did we just have our first fight?"

"I guess you could call it that."

"Or should we argue about whether or not it counted as a fight?"

"You're silly," said Makoto, "and I love you."

Nagito, for once, was too flustered to say anything.

#komaegi #makoto naegi #nagito komaeda #danganronpa

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huxloween · 5 years ago

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Bonfire’s Glow

(Hella early, and I decided to go with a 50s AU. Based off of that one scene in Grease.)

Ben Kylo never liked going to bonfires, but since it was the first one of the football season and he had nothing better to do, he went anyway. But he decided right then and there that he would go, for some bizarre reason. Hopefully, he could catch a glimpse of that one Hux kid he liked...

He was beginning to think it was a mistake. There he was, in a sea of letterman sweaters and overeager students, watching the marching band parade onto the field, the cheerleaders following behind them, smiles plastered on their faces. He tried to catch a glimpse at the band members, hoping to spot a flash of red hair from under one of the shakos, but they were too fast and found himself staring at a sousaphone instead. Sitting down with defeat, he managed to spot Phasma, one of the cheerleaders, turning cartwheels from a mile away- after all, she was the tallest girl on the squad. Everyone circled the pit one last time, before the band sat aside in the bleachers and the cheerleaders took the field.

“Do a split, give a yell! Show some spirit from Lucasville! Way to go, gold and black, Lucasville, let’s attack!” the girls yelled, as Phasma launched one of the squad’s members into the air. While it seemed like the poor girl was about to be launched into the stratosphere, she came flying down to Earth and landed in the grip of Phasma and the others. Shaking their pom poms frantically, they skipped off the field. Suddenly, a massive roar came from the crowd as the football team took the field. Kylo winced as the girls behind him screamed loudly when the star football player, Poe Dameron, hit the field- he could’ve sworn Elvis Presley was in the building.

After a few inspiring words from the coach of the team, the marching band took the field to play the fight song. Kylo stood again, catching a small glimpse of him as he walked by the yelling fans. Then by surprise, he stopped marching as the band found themselves in position around the bonfire pit. Kylo gasped- Hux was directly in front of him. The sousaphones bellowed the first few notes of the school song, and the band began playing the solemn tune. Everyone sang reverently like they were in a church, but Kylo knew he felt more like a sinner than a saint as he imagined the things he wanted to do with that red headed kid in front of him. It was like Hux was teasing him by the way his lips cradled the mouthpiece of the saxophone and offered Kylo a small smirk and a wink. His eyes closed as he played a trill, lifting his horn to the heavens, the glow of the bonfire making him look ethereal. Kylo blushed, making his face look like a freshly scrubbed beet. Another smirk, and Hux plays the last notes of the song with the band. Kylo took a seat and watched as the crowd dispersed slightly, leaving only him, the cheerleaders, the band, and some other people.

“You know, he wants to talk to you,” Phasma said with a smirk, throwing her poms at Kylo jokingly.

“Yeah right,” he replied. “What would he want with a hot rodding punk like me?” he said, falling silent as Hux walked forward, cradling his saxophone in his arms. Phasma smirked again, retrieving her pom poms as she walked towards him.

“Go get em, tiger,” she said, slapping him on the back before disappearing into the night. Kylo looks at Hux now, his face growing redder by the minute, which makes Hux smirk.

“Y-you play wonderfully,” he said. Moron. You play wonderfully- really?! I mean, what was I supposed to say, “blow me?”

“Thank you. I’m surprised you made it here after all, Solo. I thought you hated the idea of school spirit?” Hux teased, fingering the keys of his horn.

“Y-yeah. But I ch-changed my mind, ya know?” he said.

“Liar.”

“What do you mean?”

“You come for one reason and one reason only. So why don’t I make it worthwhile for you?” Hux purred, grabbing the lapels of Kylo’s leather jacket and pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss in the glow of the bonfire. At first, Kylo was shocked, but then he found himself melting like chocolate into Hux’s kiss.

“Whoa. That was... wow.”

“I happen to have practice,” Hux said with a wink. “You know, this mouth is good for other things besides kissing and playing my saxophone. Why don’t I give you a demonstration?”

“Of course,” Kylo moaned, as they both escaped to his Corvette. That night, something other than the bonfire sizzled.

#submission #chromium siren #kylux #prompt: bonfire #huxloween2019

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baritonetcc · 6 years ago

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Talent

I can’t believe where I am, I look like a protagonist of a cliche anime scene. Allergy-inducing blossoms and buds rain down around me, in a slow breeze, so more like a caramel rain. My only ride is running late, so I’m forced to remain on school grounds past my scheduled time of death. The school courtyard is empty, since school has been out for long enough for the buses to leave, and athletes were changing for sports practice. I’m sitting under a tree, finishing up a book that I stole from my English teacher’s shelf (thanks, Mr. Bradner). Oh hey, speaking of Mr. Bradner, I should go hang out in his room. The breeze is blowing majestic fronds into my not-so-majestic hair and mouth, so an empty classroom would be a nice chance of pace. I’m sure Savannah has stopped annoying him by now and pissed off to whatever hellhole she crawled out of.

I’m walking up to the building where Mr. Bradner’s room is, and Andrew Pratt bursts out of the doors, clearly late for track practice.

“Where have you been, Tommie? I’ve been looking for you forever! I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”

Oh boy, here we go with his questions. If he asks me for answers for the math review again I swear-

“So some of the band members have been wanting to perform in an ensemble for the talent show, a big band. We wanted to play ‘Feel The Love Go’ by Franz Ferdinand, and we need someone to play the alto solo...?”

He knows that I’m going to say yes, doesn’t he. He couldn’t have asked any other alto sax player? He couldn’t have had another instrument play it? I think it would be really cool on piano.

Thinking that I wasn’t getting the hint he continued, “So would you be interested in it? We really wanted to give it to you...”

I finally open my mouth, knowing that Andrew’s coach is going to murder him. “Sure. Text me when you can, now go to practice.”

Andrew is so good at life. He gets along with his family, he has an amazing dog, he’s a great trombone player, and he’s a track star. I wish he was better at managing his time.

I sink into a desk in Mr. Bradner’s room, where he’s correcting papers. He likes to work until he’s done with whatever task he assigns himself before going home, so I don’t say much. I go through the tasks I have written in my planner, and it’s quite bare, more than usual. I occasionally look up to see Mr. Bradner scowling at someone’s chicken scratch, or whoever’s in the hallway. Hey. Mr. Heser’s walking by. Eventually, my phone buzzes with a text.

Andrew P(rat)t: Kyre has all the music for the group, u should go take a look ok?

What a slacker, I hope he trips because he was texting me instead of tying his shoes. I gather my things and head down to the band hall, where Mrs. Kyre resides. I get to thinking about the important questions. Who else is in the group? Why can’t I just NOT be in the talent show? I was hoping I could spend the rest of the year taking it easy, without having to worry about the talent show in June. I find myself in the band room, where Mrs. Kyre conveniently remembers to hand me the music upon seeing me. Andrew set me up for this. I whip up my hair and bust out my saxophone. I stay in the actual band room, since it’s not being used and I’d rather not lock myself in a practice room. I glance at the clock while wrestling the ligature onto the mouthpiece. I can’t believe it’s already almost four, I should’ve just walked home. I warm up quickly, look through the music, and begin trying it. Whoever wrote this isn’t half bad at transcribing, and they thankfully took mercy on the alto saxes. It was probably one of Andrew’s nerdy friends. Wait. I’m one of his nerdy friends.

I dig into the piece, and I get into the solo part. I honk my soul out with the epicness that Adolf Sax couldn’t even begin to imagine, when I see someone walk in out of the corner of my eye. I’ve never sightread this well in my entire life before. Hell yeah, check out this badassery, Mrs. Kyre! And then I realize it’s not Mrs. Kyre. It’s Miss Avery. In that moment, I forget what key signature I’m in. I don’t know what measure I’m on. I forget how to finger any of these notes. What’s a note? I hopelessly squeak a half-assed attempt at the rhythm written on the page, then stop because I think my ears have actually fallen off.

Miss Avery smiles at me. Of course she does. She doesn’t know half of the effect she has on me. I try to talk to her, but all the words stick to my throat on the way up. Oh, and my saxophone is still in my mouth.

“Wow, that’s some real nice stuff there. You’re so into your whole band thing. I love it.”

I know she’s lying. That was the worst sound I’ve heard since hearing someone MacGyver a thick layer of aluminum foil in between the rollers of a Polaroid camera, then threw it at a running band saw when the shop teacher walked by. I didn’t even know my instrument could make such racket.

“Thanks, Miss. Are you looking for Mrs. Kyre?”

“Yeah, actually. Oh, there she is.”

Miss Avery and Mrs. Kyre set to getting completely distracted with whatever they talk about, and I get through the rest of the song.

I can’t believe I’m in Andrew’s living room with my saxophone. Honestly, it’s kind of cozy though. All of us practicing together, on these nice pillows and not in the band room. The entire way here, I complained to my friends via text about going to Andrew’s house, but I’m enjoying myself more than I made it seem. It’s a nice tone overall, and it’s a nice change since our drummer isn’t here. It’s a calm and quiet evening, and some jazzy tunes makes it powerful. His mom also makes otherworldly cupcakes. They don’t even have frosting or anything, but they taste like a sweet, buttery blanket of the warmth of innocence. It’s a week before the final show, and we’re really just working on dynamics and expression to really nail the song. Since it’s so close to the show, there’s been a lot of hype. Miss Avery asked me if I was going to see the talent show. I really wanted to surprise her, so I told her I was going, rather than informing her that I was in it, like the good child I usually am.

It’s the night of the show. I’m standing offstage in my snazzy tux (thanks, Andrew’s mom) and holding my saxophone. I usually don’t wear anything like this, which is why I’m borrowing something that Andrew’s mom pulled out of his closet from a couple years ago. He’s tall and skinny, so I didn’t have to steal anything recent from him. Last minute, we figured the stage would be blazing by the time we got on, so we ditched our jackets. The sleeves of my stark white shirt are neatly rolled up, and it’s not a bad look for me. This shirt fits surprisingly well, with the buttons over my chest doing their job, even if Andrew is a stick compared to me. Apparently, one of the trumpet players had a problem with the fact that she wore her nice diamond earrings, and I wore purple gauges. I can’t wait until she finds out that they glow in the dark. They match the album cover of the song we’re playing, so I think I win here.

I peek around the curtain, since nobody really cares at this point. The theatre’s seats are filling in with equal amounts of snickering teenagers and parents with genuine concern for our generation. I silently thank them as my eyes wander. Our theatre has planetarium-style lighting, along with the typical lights lining the wall. It’s calming to see all the bustling shadows of people finding a place to sit. I look up towards the back, and see Miss Avery coming in. She seems like she’s in a rush, and she’s looking around frantically. I dismiss the idea that she’s looking for me...but, is she? She spots a group of other teachers and they wave her over. Probably not, then.

A couple kids eventually take the stage to thank everyone for coming, and begin intoducing the acts. I suck on my reed absentmindedly.

There’s a few dance groups, which were definitely all entertaining. Someone did a backflip off of a chair. There’s a lot of people who sing, including Savannah, who sang some basic, repetitive pop song. The musical acts are impressive, but maybe I’m just biased. Finally, the curtains close, to open for one last time. A bored looking junior steps on with a microphone, telling the theatre, “The last, but not least act we have is a band ensemble. They will be performing ‘Feeling Love Go’ by Fronz Ferdindand.” Whatever, close enough. “The group consists of various members of our school’s band, and features a saxophone solo, played by Tommie Byers.” That’s me.

We hurry to get all of our equipment on stage. The most terrifying part was Talon’s fancy Moog keyboard setup, and making sure we were all in the right place. As we’re setting up, ‘Paper Cages’ plays. I’m wondering who’s responsible for shoving Franz Ferdinand down everybody’s throats. It’s probably the drummer. Our bari saxes conveniently bump their stands together, knocking over their music. I stand in my assigned spot perfectly, and the curtain opens. I haven’t even thought about Miss Avery again until now. Did she enjoy the rest of the show? Has she already gotten up to leave early? Once my sight adjusts to the dark sea of humans, I find her, with her eyes trained on the stage.

The song kicks in, starting with just the rhythm section. The winds then pick up on the melody, and the guitarist strums out funky chords. Talon and his brother work magic on the keyboards. The brass delivers a bright punch, lead by Andrew. I swell with anticipation as I feel my solo come up. For some reason, I look right at Miss Avery, who has no idea what’s going to hit her. I wink. God, that was probably so cringe-worthy. I bust into my solo, starting small at first. Then I’m out there, jumping the octave, and tonguing some banging rhythms. The winds start doing this siren sounding pattern to fill in. Am I dancing? Oh God, I’m dancing. I kick out my legs and do that weird swinging squat swing like every dramatic sax player does. The brass kicks out, except for one trumpet, which follows the siren action. My solo ends after some dizzying sixteenth notes, and I’m still swayed by the music. The rhythm section continues the ride with the winds, until the song ends on a kind of questioning note, almost as if we are prompting the audience to react with whatever they were holding in the whole time.

Everybody loses it, maybe because it’s just the last show and they want to go home. All the show’s participants rejoin on the stage for pictures and such. Some kids were getting flowers from friends and family. I run down into the rapidly emptying theatre, still huffing, still red from the lights, and still holding my saxophone. My neck strap digs into my skin, as I chase after Miss Avery. We make eye contact, and she grins at me.

“So, what did you think?” “What did I think? Well, I didn’t! That was awesome, kid! When you stepped up with that solo, my mind was blown. You did great up there, and I’m sure every person in this room enjoyed it!”

“Oh, thanks! I...I worked really hard on it, and it was really fun, actually.” “You don’t have to say that, I think we alllll knew how much fun you were having up there,” at this point, Talon’s younger brother came to retrieve my awkwardly dangling saxophone, “and I had no idea! How come you never told me that you guys were getting together to do this?”

I chuckled, “Well, I didn’t know I was supposed to.”

“That was amazing, and I’ve never seen you like that before. Come here!”

Before I know it, her arms are around me. I can’t imagine that it’s pleasant to hug a musician so passionately right after their performance, but my endorphins don’t care. Miss Avery gets a parent to take a picture of us together, and my new lock screen is Miss Avery with her arm around me in front of the stage. I’m still wearing my neck strap.

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sugaabooga · 6 years ago

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Romantic Geeks

-Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

-Genre: Fluff, bank geek!au, PG

-Warnings: None

-Word Count: 3.6k

-Synopsis: Band geeks are horrible with love. Taehyung for one, has never had a single girlfriend, unlike the football player that you always fangirl over. But maybe Taehyung can be just as romantic. Maybe, even more.

Taehyung watches at how the star football player, Jeon Jungkook, blatantly flirts with the cheerleader captain right on the sidelines of the football field while the game was proceeding. He rolls his eyes when he hears gasps, sighs, and screams as Jungkook takes a gulp of water and winks at a couple of freshman girls. The squeals of the girls ring shrill in Taehyung’s ears and makes a permanent frown etch onto his face.

Taehyung could care less about Jeon Jungkook and the girls that crowded around him everyday at lunch and wherever he went. It was just the fact that you were one of the girls that were attracted to Jungkook that made Taehyung crazy.

You, a band geek and the only girl in the saxophone section, had a crush on the best football player of Bighit High. Jungkook, who probably had too many flings and girlfriends for an 18 year old.

Jungkook would never even look in your way.

Then, there was Taehyung.

The saxophone section leader who had a crush on his best friend - you - since freshman year. Not to mention that he had never dated anyone. He tried to confess to one of his crushes back in the seventh grade, but she hadn’t picked up the phone and Taehyung was too deflated of energy and confidence to call again.

So here he was now, drowning in his lowering self-confidence in his last year of high school as you fawned over Jungkook’s jawline, muscles, and performance on the field.

“Y/N,” Taehyung taps your shoulder. You were the second chair which explains why you were currently standing right next to him. Your rank was pretty impressive in the band, considering how you were self-taught and often excluded from the section since you were the only girl.

That’s what Taehyung admired you for.

You were beautiful both inside and out. Your determination, perseverance, confidence, and kindness had managed to capture Taehyung’s heart from the beginning of the marching season back in the first year of high school where all the others in your class were lanky, timid, and lost.

You hum in response and turn to him slowly, letting your eyes linger on Jungkook’s built form that was currently stretching in such an attractive way. You couldn’t believe he was real.

“Y/N!” Taehyung frowns and finally manages to have your full attention on him even if you had an annoyed scowl on your face.

“I swear, Kim Taehyung,” you huff in frustration. “Every single football game, you can’t even have me sparing a short glance at Jeon Jungkook.”

Taehyung scoffs. “I’m just keeping you from getting caught, oogling at his sweaty body.”

You open your mouth, ready to respond with a snarky remark when your drum major raises up her arms and yells out a pep tune for the band to play, followed by the roars of the crowd.

You scurry to put your sax in the right position and blast out the notes to “Turn Up the Dial” for the touchdown that your football team managed to score.

When it was safe to relax and chat again, you fiercely turn to Taehyung and pout at him.

“I MISSED THE FIRST TOUCHDOWN WE SCORED!” you scream, earning a wince from Taehyung and giggles from the other students around you.

“Tae? What’d you do now?” Namjoon, the fellow trombone player chuckles from the bench behind you.

“Probably got jealous of Y/N staring at Jungkook again,” the smiley trumpet, Jung Hoseok joins in and takes the opportunity to tease Taehyung of his crush on you. The crush that you were not aware of.

“Shut up, Hoseok,” Taehyung grits between his teeth. “I’m not jealous.”

“OH MY GOD!” you yell, jumping and squealing.

The three boys all turn to you, looking the happiest they had ever seen you this whole year.

“HE’S SWITCHING OUT!” you shriek as Jungkook high-fives a teammate and jogs to the middle of the field, positioning himself for a match in place of the guy he had switched out with. You tightly grasp onto Taehyung’s arm as the loud beep is heard and the ball is thrown. Taehyung gulps in nervousness at your close proximity and grip on his arm. He can distinctly hear Namjoon and Hoseok’s snickers from behind you and if he weren’t so shaken up, Taehyung would probably be spraying his water bottle all over them.

It had happened before.

“WHOO!” you cheer as the ball in Jungkook’s possession travels right across the field and past the goal line. Cheers and roars are heard from the audience as your high school football players cheer on the field.

“ONE, TWO, THREE!” your drum major conducts and the band plays “Turn Up the Dial” once again to celebrate their goal.

After a few more goals from both your side and the opposite, the game had ended with the opposite school winning. How that happened, you honestly had no idea, but your school had a losing streak since your first year.

“Not surprised they lost once again,” Namjoon laughs as the four of you walk to his car.

Hoseok joins in with a giggle. “Did you see the coach’s face when #42 totally miscalculated where the ball was going to land?”

Hoseok imitates the disappointment and anger the coach had on his face when the incident had happened. Taehyung bursts out laughing at how accurate the expression was and unknowingly clutches onto you for support.

You purse your lips, ignoring the way how Taehyung grasped your shoulder felt so comforting and warm and shake off his grip. “Why can’t you guys be supportive of our school for once?”

The boys stare at you incredulously before bursting into fits of laughter.

“You’re hilarious, Y/N!” Hoseok slaps you on the back before heading to the passenger seat of Namjoon’s car.

You roll your eyes in response and begrudgingly get in the back with Taehyung. The back was anything but spacious. You could barely move your legs and awkwardly touched knees with Taehyung. The fact that Taehyung was a 5’ 10 giant made it feel more cramped than it already was.

Namjoon’s old, rackety hand-me-down car jolts when the engine starts, lifting everyone in the car at least an inch off their seats.

“Sorry guys,” Namjoon nervously laughs, sending you and Taehyung a sheepish grin. Taehyung reprociated the grin before quietly giggling to himself.

You gaze out the window and stare at the dark bushes that flash by your eyes. You sigh and notice that the car has suddenly become very quiet. You look up to see that Namjoon was silently driving, probably deep in his own thoughts, Hoseok nodding off, and Taehyung, also falling asleep.

A faint smile appears on your face and it quickly turns into a grin when you realize how content your life was with these three guys.

Being the only female saxophone player gave the other girls a feeling of staying away from you. Plus, your best friends were the most popular boys among the band girls and the girls were never very happy to see you in such close proximity with the boys.

You lean back in the car seat and the way you fangirled over Jeon Jungkook floods into your mind. You internally groan and stuff your pockets into the pockets of your sweater. You glance over at Taehyung who was now fully asleep, sitting upright with his mouth hanging open.

You unconsciously let your eyes graze over his sleeping figure.

“Cute,” you whisper.

“What?” Namjoon breaks the peaceful silence, startling you.

Quickly remembering you weren’t alone and you could obviously be heard, you feel your face warm and let out a fake cough.

“N-Nothing. What’s wrong?” you gulp.

Namjoon tilts his head in confusion. “Nevermind. I must’ve been hearing things.”

You sigh in relief at how Namjoon quickly dropped the subject. You really would not know what to do if he or anyone, in general, found out about your small, little crush on Kim Taehyung.

Why you were acting like a crazy fangirl over Jungkook, you didn’t know. It was true that you used to have a crush on Jungkook. How can you not? He was just… Jungkook. The handsome, star athlete.

But somewhere on the way, you had fallen out of your one-sided love after realizing that someone perfect for you was always right next to you.

Taehyung.

Your jaw still dropped at Jungkook’s flexed muscles and sweaty, glorious self, but it was merely a fangirl type of love. You admired Jungkook for his hard work and competitiveness. You were completely aware of Jungkook’s cocky personality, but you believed that the nice, innocent boy was deep in his heart, somewhere. The crush on Jungkook was long gone. That crush ended as soon as it started, but your friends always had the thought that you had feelings for Jungkook since you were seen cheering him on multiple times.

Including Taehyung himself.

But nevertheless, your heart beat for the one and only, Kim Taehyung.

It was from the second year of high school that you started noticing Taehyung’s towering height and mature looks. He still had his glasses, but his face was clear of acne and he seemed to shine when playing his instrument so passionately during band.

Taehyung had his own unique charm that caught your attention. When you woke up in the morning, you would think of his boxy smile and cute giggles that rarely escaped his mouth. He only laughed in front of you, Namjoon, and Hoseok. Taehyung felt somewhat uncomfortable in band which was completely understandable.

You wouldn’t want people screaming every time you smiled or stood up or sat down. It was annoying. Taehyung got used to it now, but the habit of not laughing made him look super intimidating in the eyes of the newbies. It would be an accomplishment to make Taehyung laugh in school.

It was something you were good at.

Making Taehyung laugh was one of your specialties and it made you giddy to be the source of his booming laughter and ear-splitting, boxy smile.

Liking someone that talks to you and enjoys your company is probably the best feeling that you ever felt and will ever feel in your entire life.

A sudden thud makes you jolt up from your seat and brings you out of memory lane.

Back into reality, you feel a pressure on your left shoulder and realize that Taehyung’s head was leaning into it. You release a breath that you weren’t aware of holding and sigh heavily to calm your erratically beating heart.

To Namjoon, it seemed like you were suffering from Taehyung’s heavy head.

“Shit!” Namjoon suddenly screams and slams on the brakes.

“FUCKING SHIT! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK NAMJOON!” you yell as you jut your arms out to brace yourself against the impact.

“OH GOD! WHAT’S HAPPENING!?” you hear Hoseok screaming with a raw voice from waking up so abruptly.

Taehyung merely stirs and, if possible, leans even closer to your body while grumbling under his breath.

“I’M TEN MINUTES PAST MY CURFEW!” Namjoon shouts again, silencing the whole car.

You sigh and kick the back of Hoseok’s seat. “Fuck, Namjoon. I thought we had a truck barreling towards us.”

Namjoon doesn’t seem to decipher your annoyed tone and instead, hastily gets out of his seat to tug Taehyung out of his car.

Alarmed and confused, you follow out and run up to the six-foot man who was dangerously carrying a groggy Taehyung in his arms.

“Y/N, I promise I’ll make it up to you,” Namjoon gasps, pushing Taehyung and a wad of cash into your arms and sprints back into his car. “Go in the store and eat some ramen!”

You furrow your brows in confusion at the sudden string of events that happened in the span of a minute. “KIM NAMJOON!” you scream after his sputtering engine.

Horrified at how your usually loyal friend kicked you and Taehyung out of his car, you growl and kick a nearby tree. You whip out your phone and immediately call up Hoseok, knowing full well that Namjoon would be avoiding your calls and messages for a while.

“Hello?” you hear Hoseok answer.

“Yeah. Fucking hello to you too,” you spit out. From the corner of your eye, you see Taehyung rub the sleepiness from his eyes and confusingly look around where the two of you were. “Put Namjoon on the phone.”

Hoseok compiles, shuddering from your anger that seemed to seep through the speakers.

“H-Hello?” Namjoon stutters.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?” you rage. “YOU THINK JUST KICKING TAEHYUNG AND ME OUT INTO A RANDOM STREETS WILL SOMEHOW MAKE YOU GO HOME FASTER? YOU PIECE OF-”

You stop your sentence short as an unknown force yanks your phone out of your hands. You look up to meet Taehyung’s perfect side profile, that you couldn’t help but to gape at. You stare at how he calmly talks to Namjoon and hangs up after a full minute with a small giggle.

You absentmindedly stare at Taehyung’s slender hands that hold your phone. Taehyung looks up from your phone and clears his throat to get your attention. You ignore the blush creeping up your cheeks and look up at him.

“Don’t be too mad, Y/N,” Taehyung pats the top of your head, making you frown at how small he was making you feel.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” you shoot back with venom. “What kind of friend leaves his friends out on the road because of some damn curfew?”

Taehyung silently holds your wrist and leads you into the convenience store behind the two of you.

“You know how Namjoon’s parents are,” Taehyung quietly says. “He said Hoseok was going to sleepover at his house today. Our houses are pretty far from Namjoon’s and he can’t afford to be more than twenty minutes late.”

You nod in defeat, feeling the guilt for cursing at Namjoon seep in. Namjoon’s parents were nice and caring, but also very strict when it came to academics, school, and things like curfews. You remember when you got a call from him in the middle of the night, asking if he could crash for the night. Namjoon had fallen asleep in the library. When he awoke, it was well past midnight and he knew if he went home, it would end up with him dead.

You had let him in after he explained how he called in with his parents and told them that he was sorry for the late notice, but he was sleeping over at a friend’s house.

Remembering the often stressed out Namjoon, you sighed and quickly forgave him of his panicked actions.

“Welcome!” a chirpy voice calls out.

Taehyung looks at the wide-eyed girl standing behind the counter and sends her a small smile, making her blush and look away. You hold back a scoff and roll your eyes to yourself.

Taehyung smirks at your attempt to hide your annoyance and feels his heart swell.

“Jealous?” he jokingly nudges you.

You let out a breathy laugh and punch his arm, feigning passiveness. “Why would I be jealous?”

Why am I jealous? He’s not mine.

Taehyung’s smirk turns into a straight line and he resists the urge to confess his undying love for you right then and there.

“Yeah…” Taehyung mutters to himself. “Why would you be jealous?”

Taehyung leaves you to order the food and runs down the aisles, looking for snacks.

You head up to the register, pretending not to notice how she was blatantly staring at Taehyung’s profile as he decided which snacks to buy. “Cheese and sausage with the ramen, please,” you give the worker a tight-lipped smile. She curtly nods and reads out your total, after punching in some numbers.

“Um…”

You look up from putting the change in your back pocket and see that the girl was staring at you.

“Yes?” you gulp, feeling very uncomfortable under her gaze.

“Is he your boyfriend?” she asks with something like hope gleaming in her eyes.

Your normal, warm eyes suddenly turn cold and shoot her an icy glare.

No.

“Yes.”

Your own eyes widen at your response.

Shit. Y/N! Why did you say that!?

The girl frowns and nods disappointedly, not noticing your frozen form that was internally panicking at what you just said.

The teenage part-timer quietly hands you two packaged ramen, two slices of cheese, and two rolls of sausages.

You reach out to take the food when you suddenly feel Taehyung’s presence next to you. You turn to look at him with his mouth slightly open and arms weakly holding up the bags of snacks.

Your eyes double in size at the amount of chip bags Taehyung had brought and forget about the fact that Taehyung might’ve heard everything that went on between you and the poor, single girl.

“Tae!” you scold. “You’re going to eat all of this?”

Your scolding tone seems to remind Taehyung that he still had to pay for his things.

“U-Uh. Yeah. I thought we could… share,” he says, almost breathlessly. You give him a weird look and nod slowly even though you were squealing inside from the cute, blank look he had on his face.

“Okay… Well, I’m just going to go there and make the food,” you inform him and walk out the store, towards the ramen cookers outside by the tables.

Taehyung sighs and releases the pile of snacks in his arms onto the small counter. The girl giggles and gives him a bright smile.

Taehyung gives her a nervous grin and averts his eyes onto the TV.

“You must be lucky,” the girl in front of him suddenly says.

“Hm?”

“I asked your girlfriend if you guys were dating,” she sighs. “Sadly, yes. But the way she was so protective and defensive about you was endearing.”

Taehyung’s lips curve into a smile. “She said… we were dating?”

The girl nods. “Must be nice.”

Taehyung turns his head to the see through windows and watches as you poke random buttons on the machine with a pout on your face.

He can almost hear your frustrated groan from inside the store.

“Yup,” Taehyung grins, turning back to the girl who was done scanning the snacks and putting them in the bag. “It is nice.”

The bell jingles, indicating that someone entered the store, and automatically, Taehyung’s head turns to see who it was.

Standing there at the door was you, with the cutest frown that Taehyung had ever seen.

His arm shoots straight up, hooking the plastic bag filled with snacks onto his fingers in the process.

“Y/N!” Taehyung yells out of sheer excitement. He had hope that you might like him back.

Both you and the girl look up at Taehyung at his booming voice.

“Why are you yelling?” you ask and hurry over to him. You apologize on Taehyung’s behalf and drag him outside to the ramen cookers.

“Anyways,” you say, dismissing what happened in the store. “I have no idea how this thing works and I’m really hungry.”

Taehyung completely ignores your complaint and instead drops his hands to your shoulders. You gasp at his touch.

“W-What?” you stutter, internally cursing yourself for showing what kind of effect he had on you.

“I’m hungry, Taehyung!” you huff when he doesn’t say anything. Your anxious eyes decide to focus on the lamp above Taehyung’s head. You couldn’t bear to look into Taehyung’s deep, intense eyes that were currently focused on you and you only.

“Boy...friend?” he questions.

Your eyes go wide and you immediately shake your head.

He heard.

“N-No! I… It’s not what you think it is! I-I just got surprised when the girl suddenly asked me if y-you were my boyfriend, so I just said yes without even thinking. I know you can never see me in that light and I completely understand if what I’m feeling is-” you abruptly stop your rambling, realizing that you were just about to confess your hidden feelings to Taehyung.

“W-What?” Taehyung stammers. He was planning to tease you, but what you just said made Taehyung feel another surge of hope. “What feelings?”

You step back from his hold on you and shake your head. “Nothing. I was just saying nonsense.”

“You have…” Taehyung steps closer. “Feelings? For me?”

You grimace.

Great job, Y/N. You now fucked up your friendship.

“I…” you let out a shaky breath.

Just go for it. YOLO.

“Yeah. I do.”

Taehyung silently gasps and feels like he’s going to pass out. His four-year crush just confessed to him. You confessed to him. YOU liked him back.

Taehyung can barely hide the grin that takes over his face. “Y/N.”

“I know,” you sigh, not looking up at him due to half embarrassment and half fear. “You see me as a sister and you won’t ever like me in that way. I’m sorry. I just fucked everything up with my stupid feelings for you. Please don’t make it awkward though. I promise I won’t-”

“Stupid feelings?” Taehyung frowns. “Then what does that make me? I’ve liked you for four years.”

“Yes. My stupid one-sided feelings... Wait what?” you jerk your head to look into his eyes. “You? Like me?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Have been since the first year of high school.”

Your jaw drops.

“You’re really, really oblivious, you know that?” Taehyung chuckles and ruffles your hair. “Hey, but this can be our first date.”

You gulp at his words.

What in the world is happening?

“I...Uh…”

Did he just...? He liked me since freshman year? HE LIKED ME SINCE FRESHMAN YEAR.

“No way,” you murmur, just above a whisper.

“Two band geeks eating ramen from the local convenience store for their first date,” Taehyung hums, fiddling with the ramen machine and figuring out how to correctly use it. Once the hot water trickles out, he straightens up from his bent position and smiles at you. Your heart stutters at what he says next with his silly grin and flirty tone.

“Romantic,” Taehyung triumphantly grins.

More than Jeon Jungkook would ever be.

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Too Sweet. BTSVampire!au PREQUEL- “Too Bad.”

Genre: Angst/ Fluff/Smut /+18 /Mature themes / Descriptions of blood and…other things/ Supernatural

Biased: You X Vampire!au BTS Type: Vampire!au A/N: Hi guys! This is my first time posting my fanfictions on Tumblr (still trying to figure out how to use tumblr, so I apologize in advance for technical difficulties and troubled reading) Anyway, I’d like to say that I by no means created this story from scratch on my own, this is a disclaimer! I messaged the writer @justoneday-namjoonii (who in fact has become a great friend of mine) for permission to post my version of her amazing story Too Sweet; which you all by the way should read BEFORE reading this! It is f@!%ing amazing!!! READ IT

I had a blast writing this!!!!(Just an FYI)

This is an official continuation of HER story. Again, THIS IS A PREQUAL. You as the reader will not able to understand this prequel without reading @justoneday-namjoonii “Too Sweet.” first.*This prequel updates as the original updates* I had the honor of messaging, converstaitng and more than anything collabortating with her. ~Just a Fan Writer loving on another Fan Writer~

Mkay well lets get going shall we?

Continuation of Part 8 From “Too Sweet” by @justoneday-namjoonii

Written on 12/16/17 Published 1/16/18

As you lay in bed sleep wouldn’t come to you. You thought back on what had happened after Jungkook had fed from you. All the guys told you that almost anyone Jungkook bites into dies because of his hybrid venom, yet here you were healthy, alive and just dandy. Your mind surfed over to when J-hope and Tae had almost devoured you, both feeding from you simultaneously. Your mind did not rest on the different feelings of their bites “Why did Tae’s hurt more than Hobi’s?” ran through your head every ten seconds, even Jungkooks didn’t hurt as bad. You tried justifying it saying because it was a bite in your inner thigh, but it just didn’t settle well in your thoughts. As Jin was in his lab you put on a robe over your PJ’s and walked outside toward the balcony. Your feet stopped in there place as you saw the one person who’s been on your mind all night sitting on the balcony. “You’ll fall, please be careful” you begun to approach him, Tae ignored you and smiled toward the moon, you heard a howl in the distance, Taehyung sighed. “What are you doing up so late y/n? You should be asleep, around this hour your pretty little face is easy bait” he made fun.

“I couldn’t sleep”

“Awww were too busy dreaming of me that you had to come see me?” he laughed jokingly

“Yes actually” the words spilled from your mouth before you realized what exactly you were saying.

“Why are you the only vampire who leaves campus regularly to visit your parents? How come your bites hurt more than the others? Why are you so confident and narky, like you act like nothing you say do affects anyone or anything?” maybe it was because you were tried and the Drugs Jin gave you were kicking in but you couldn’t hold your tongue

“You’re curiosity is a dangerous thing Y/n, it is best you stick to the books you’re reading”

“Tell me about you, I have yet to find or read any books on your bloodline. How come I answer the questions you ask me when I dont want to answer them! How do you force me to tell you the truth”

“The same way Namjoon gets in your head, suga links his thoughts, jimin seduces and deceives, Hoseok inflicts mental disorders, and Jin heals sickness and injury. It is a gift i was born with.”

“Bullshi-”

“Ah ah ah, no foul language at this time of day y/n your still a lady” he teased, intrigued by your questions. “I always give you answers to your questions, the least you can do is answer mine once” you begged, and oh how he liked you begging. He wasn’t one to make deals but he liked this one

“The truth comes with a cost if your willing to pay for it” he tilted his head to the side coyly

“What kind of price are we talking?” he looked you up and down and bit his lip

“No absolutely not! Pervert!” you couldn’t believe it and playfully hit him

“I’m just kidding. How about blood, hm?” he was more serious now, you weren’t feeling well but that was one you were willing to make do with “sure” he gave a quick smile and looked away from you “jin is going to kill me, but it’ll be fun to get under his bones” tae said under his breath

“I wasn’t born a vampire like the others” he smiled slightly to himself as if finding the story he was telling you was hilarious. He pressed his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, playing with his toes.

“What do you mean?” you stared at him perplexed as how he came to be vampire, more bewildered on the fact that he said “born”. You always thought vampires could turn others into vampires at will, by choice. Well what do you know, you learn something new everyday. You begun to approach sonderly.

“I was born a werewolf.” he said quite frankly still holding onto his feet as looked up at the moon smiling faintly, so bright and full was the moon. The reflection that casted in his eyes captured you, how could someone already so beautiful become even more beautiful simply by looking up. Maybe it was an effect of being a vampire to always leave a human in awe, if that were so I’d said he succeed exceedingly you thought. You took a deep breath and sat closer to him “born a werewolf?” you took a few seconds to contemplate the possibility of how he .. “But how are you a--” he cut you off “A vampire?” you nodded, he placed a hand on your arm circling with his finger the vein to one of your main arteries “I grew up very poor.” he started “My parents moved closer to the city for better jobs to sustain a better income, to help provide us with a better life” his eyes faltered “I was left to live on the farm with my grandma” tae smiled and at the suddenty you had never seen taehyung smile so sincerely since you’ve met him, it was so nostalgic it hurt to look at. “You probably know this by now with all your reading, but being a werewolf is ranked in the lowest class amongst all creatures” his eyes met you “including humans” his eyes narrowed piercing into your very thoughts “ it’s hard to make and find fair pay when no one wants to hire a dog.” he said in almost a spat like tone as his teeth grit thinking of the struggle his mother and father had to endure. “Vampires hated us for humanitarian reasons, witches killed us for our hair, organs, and entirety for elixirs and potions, humans were kind to us until they discovered our sub rosa” his jaw clenching, his hand on your arm squeezing ever so tightly that it felt he could crush your bones at any moment's notice, but he stopped “Life was mundanely pleasant” he said abruptly, his eyes softened moderately wavering. You wanted to ask what he meant by humanitarian reasons, and why he said it so longingly as if his misses it; but with the conversation at this moment of time it wasn’t appropriate. “My grandmother” he put his hand closer to that grin of his “She gave purpose to my life” he looked at you excited “I remember when i was going through puberty and I first changed, I almost ripped off her arms and my grandfather had to school me on just who the alpha male was in this family, yet she loved me anyway. Oh! And how we would pluck the berries and cut down our livestock” he smiled thinking of all the cows, sheep, and pigs they ate. Those are things he can’t stand the taste of now, but the taste will always be embedded in his memory “My grandmother taught me everything, did you know I know how to play the saxophone?”

“Really?” you said surprised, he nodded “She bought me one on my 70th birthday, in dog years of course” he laughed “wolves age faster internally, physically is all up to us. I suppose that was the coolest quirk of being a werewolf; once you reach adulthood you can maintain that outward appearance for as long as you’d like, the downfall is that you can always age when you’d like but never become younger” you were learning a lot about werewolves talking to taehyung, listening to him answer your questions,you realized why you never saw any werewolves in the school and if you did there was only one by the name of Park Bo Gum and he was the football coach. “How i came to be this devilishly handsome blood stucker, that you are ever so curious about” he said as he grabbed ahold your chin and gave a sexy cheeky smile with a wink “happened on the day my grandmother died… and I had finally moved into town with my parents nowhere near her location” his happy attitude diminished, his ora becoming serious “I got a phone call from my grandfather on my way to school, I was excited to be going to a school with actual people. I was happy that abeoji was calling so I could tell him of my excitement, but when the news got related to me, the last thing on my mind was school. In an instant I wanted to kill everything and everyone in front of me out of anger.” his hands shook and tears started to form “I thought how could my birth be any worse than what it already was, and just like that God answered “like this” and i didn’t want to live anymore” you had never seen the always so confident taehyung so vulnerable, tears dripped off his nose “so i sought a witch, I wanted to bring my grandmother back, give her some of my years.” he wiped his nose of tears “werewolves only mate once in their lives, my abeoji would eventually die of grief. I couldn’t afford to loose him too” he glanced back at the moon in a swift moment “so I sought; cavern after cavern, bloodline after bloodline, there was no witch or any supernatural being that could help me!” he shouted at you, you were now struck with pity and fear and sat there like a deer in the headlights as he cupped your face to bring you closer to him. “So I went to the source of death himself” he lowered himself to your ear and whispered “The devil”. You tried to shake your head away; scared, the adrenaline sped through your veins at a miraculous pace but Tae held your face still looking you straight in the eyes, he drew his face and his hands from you maintaining a close distance “So i made a deal with devil.” His eyes darkened at the renvior, “but i should’ve known better than to trust the devil, only a fool would forget his dealing with Adam and Eve. But there I was, in desperate need for anyone to help me” and suddenly he broke into spaced laughter “what good was it to make a deal for it only undoubtedly fail knowingly that the devil always lied.. So i figured I’m already damned anyway; I’ll be the fucking devil himself. A deal unfulfilled was simply just not good enough for me. So I did it, I ate him” you’re eyes widened in fear as you didnt want to believe your ears, but he wasn’t lying he couldn't be lying while staring at you with eyes like that. You tried to make out words “b-u-u-utt how do-o-oes that explain you becoming a --” “I gave up my life to give my grandmother her’s. Only at the end, I was lifeless and my grandmother remained dead. I became cursed to a hell on earth, a similar punishment that was made on him. Turning me into a vampire was him being gracious” he scoffed “gracious” he repeated under his breath annoyed. “I didn’t like our deal, so I ate him. In a way you could say I made things worse for myself, he still alive down there in his hell hole but he no longer owns me. I have his abilities” silence rang momentarily as you thought on how Taehyungs speed was faster than the others, his venom was stronger, his control over voice, the dominance he radiated. “Trying to put the pieces together Bunny?” he stalked closer. “huh, funny. Wolves eat bunnies.” you thought as you tried to ease yourself on the situation, nervousness poring over you.

“So you escaped a deal with the devil?”

“Yes... but I don't believe one can ever truly part with a dealing made with the devil. It come with many curses, one in which where I no longer cross paths with him but instead I’m more often than not always in full control”

“like your feeding cycles?”

“exactly, and you see bunny” he cooed “I like that; me in control” his eyes preyed on you. “so you can imagine how annoying it is to have a feeding cycle that is highly dependent on the moon”

He started to unbutton his shirt “Tae! What are you--” he placed a finger on your lips to silence you “would you like to see the mark of one of my many curses?” he stared at you attentively and you nodded, an instant smirk appeared on his face as he dropped his shirt to pool at his elbows and black wings appeared from his back, in a woosh taehyung had slammed you against the wall and buried his head in the crook of your neck. You didn't know whether to be afraid or to be mesmerized by his beautiful wings. Struggling to push him off of you, your attempt to flee only egged him on and he bit down into you, wings slowing retracting back into his back. Bite after bite after bite, perhaps that’s why tae’s bites always hurt the most upon entering the skin then fills you with the euphoric pleasures making you feeling like you want him to continue to suck you until there is nothing left pumping through you. Taehyung was one with many secrets, funny because he didn’t look like someone who would be. “Tae” you said breathlessly still trying to fight, but too much venom had entered you and you began losing consciousness.

Taehyung smirked upon your skin, leaving a bloody mess. His marks weren’t healing, let’s just say taehyung didn’t tell you all his secrets and you have yet to discover what the others have been hiding from you all this time. You were losing it, about to go completely black as he pressed himself onto you when suddenly someone had yanked taehyung away, literally almost throwing him across the room. “Y/n” the voice met your ears but you couldn’t tell who it was “Y/n you’re going to be okay” and you saw the dark figure candle down to you before blanking out.

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“Mhmmm hmmm” Jimin was humming a song to himself waiting for Jin. Yoongi walked in and sat on the couch at the corner of the room also expecting Jin, Jimin glanced at him slightly. Although he’ll never admit it, Jimin missed Yoongi feeding from him. Before you came along Jimin had to give Yoongi his feeds three times a day twice a week, more if he was craving, but since you came Jimin has been able to be a “normal” vampire. He should be grateful, although not jealous he felt bittersweet toward the situation. Jimin rubbed his neck throwing his head back from thought and let out a sigh “Jimin are you feeling alright?” Jin finally walked tapping jimin on the shoulder and gesturing for him to come sit on the patient table “Have you been feeding properly, someone of your bloodline should have no problems in obtaining meals” he raised an eyebrow at him with a sincere smile “I’m fine hyung, don’t worry” jin stuck a needle in Jimin's arm and begun to draw blood. “Have you heard from your parents? I know it’s not easy being a royal, especially when you’re not treated as one” jin flicked the glass vile of blood. Jimin was born into the “the lovers of the moon” royal bloodline, his life was destined the moment he came into existence yet he still chose to be here, for research and to help Jin discover remedies for his brothers. He didn’t regret any of his decisions as he thought back on his cousin taemin. By the third needle it actually begun to hurt “Ah-” he said as he tried to remain still, something was wrong “I knew it” Jin stopped “You’ve been missing meals, how long has it been since you’ve had a proper feeding?” jin tapped his foot arms crossed waiting for an answer “6 days” jimin said slowly and in a guilty manner. “Get to your room I’ll have Y/N meet you up there for a proper feeding, I don’t want to see your face until you’ve had a whole weeks worth of blood in your system do you understand Jimin” this was that motherly side of Jin, it was kind of scary, his eyes piercing into your very soul ever so seriously. “I think that would be too much for Y/n to take” Jimin said with concern. “Then i’ll have you alternate between donors” jin was done talking and turned his back to jimin with viles in hand. Jimin wasn’t hungry, he hadn’t been eating for more than 6 days but he couldn’t let jin know or he knew that he would freak. He went to his room.

Namjoon burst through the door and set you on the patient table panicking “Jin!” he turned around yoongi got up to see your lifeless body on the table covered in bite marks. Jins eyes widened with worried anger “taehyung.” he already knew, had it already been 6 years? it was that time of the year 6/6 devils peak, taes devil comes out to play. “Has the moon already begun phasing?” he sighed at his unspoken thought. Hoseok entered the room hurriedly but stopped abruptly once he saw jin occupied “Jin.” he looked at the situation and didn’t know if his announcement was important to say anymore “ughh..” he stared at all the concerned faces “What, spit it out already” Jin spat as he put on gloves and had his staff place an oxygen mask over your mouth, IV needles were placed into your arms. “Taehyung just killed another donor” Jin looked at Yoongi and he nodded as he left with J-hope to go get Taehyung. It left Namjoon, Jin and his staff alone giving them time to talk

“Jimin is too weak to be feed on at this moment” jin said as he cleaned off the wounds

“At this rate I think we might have to tell the others”

“I don’t think that’s the best option at the moment Namjoon” he glared at him

“Jimin has been the donor for both Yoongi and Taehyung since you’ve founded this institute and you and I both know how long that’s been”

“If you’re so concerned about Jimin why don’t you take over until he’s recovered enough to inform me of his discomfort in being Yoongi's and Tae’s donor.” jin injected a serum into your IV “Tongs” he asked one of the nurses and he patched up the deeper bites. Namjoon was silent, he knew what kind of venom Taehyung had at this time, to be bite several times over and over again was death sentence, he didn’t know how Jimin did it. A vampire who feeds on vampires is the worse deformity to inquire and a rare one at that, what were the odds of being in the company to two. Two deformative vampires who have no idea about one another's deformities. Jin took Namjoons silence as his answer and smirked “I thought so” he finished, the bites will go away in three days, these bites lasted much longer than that but luckily he had a serum from taes last endeavor. “She should wake up soon”

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“I can’t find him anywhere dammit” Hoesok spat as he walked into all the dorms, he opens another door “*screams*” and quickly shuts the door “Sorry ladies” seeing he’s already walked in on three other dorm girls fresh out of the shower, he didn’t mind it. Yoongi went to the feeding hall, cafeteria, lounge, still no trace. He was worried he could have possibly left school grounds, he didn’t know much about taes defect nothing other than he knew it scared Jin and that was enough to make Yoongi worried. He grabbed Hoesok and left the grounds toward the cafe, there’s no way he could’ve strayed further, tae was getting exactly what he wanted, his hyungs out of the way. Tae entered his room which he shared with jungkook, jungkook was napping to submerge the hunger pains Jin put him in as a result from feeding from y/n. Since Tae couldn’t find Jimin, jungkook was the second best thing; half human and vampire. He towered over jungkook, sitting on top of his lap and brushed his nose across his neck. Tae wasn’t selfish when feeding from his brothers, his gift allowed him to draw all the poisons from his blood/body and direct them into his venom so that way his prey could drink from him too without being poisoned, this exhausted him though. It took conscious effort to project all this poisons into his venom to make sure that the vampire he’s feeding from doesn’t drink any toxins. That’s why it made taehyung's bites so unbearably painful. When drinking from humans tae didn’t have to do this, he could drink with a normal venom dose inflicted on his prey, but if he were to bite a human in this state they’d surely die after the second. Even for a vampire, if weak too many bites could cause them to pass out, if they’re strong enough the worst that they’ll probably get it really really dizzy. Tae smelled jungkook, his mouth salivating with anticipation, this would come as a surprise to Jungkook. Jungkook shuffled in his sleep but was unable to move, the immobility woke him up “Tae what are you--” he tried to prop himself up but was pushed back down, jungkook used his weight to flip tae to the bottom holding his wrists down

“I’m hungry” tae said with playful serious tone

jungkook was confused by taes statement

“If you’re hungry you know to go to the feeling hall” jungkook let go and stretched

“I’m hungry for blood a little thicker today” tae said as he pushed Jungkook to the wall

“What are you on? You know you can’t drink from vampires, it’s poisonous” tae walked back to the bed annoyed counting down the time yoongi and hoesok have been out.

“Jungkook”

“Yea?”

“Do you trust me?” he was doing it, using his power to get what he wanted

“Of course”

“I can give you blood to suck on”

“You’re bringing Y/N?!” Jungkook exclaimed excitedly, Tae frowned and then laughed

“Not exactly but it’s better than animal blood and I know your hungry. It’s something other than Y/N you can sink your teeth into without killing” jungkook was interested

“Well you have my attention.... so you gonna tell me what it is because I want some” Jungkook said eagerly and impatiently

Taehyung gestured for him to come down so he could whisper in his ear, bringing his neck close enough “It’s me” tae whispered and quickly bit into his perched neck straddling him down. He took the bait and Tae wasnt latching off. Jungkook yelled in agony like never heard before “Tae-” he wanted to throw taehyung off knowing he could but the venom was too strong, he wasn’t use to it yet. Then tae bit again lower down and another yell of agony left, low key turning tae on “They’re not as high pitched as jimin's” tae said in a hushed tone over his bite blowing cool breath onto the gash before digging in again “but his will do” tae helped himself to the adreline rushing through Jungkooks veins, it caused the blood to be hotter and run faster. What a shame there would be ton wasted. Jungkook was getting dizzy “mhmmm” tae hummed as his blood tasted delicious going down his throat, he broke his contact with the skin huffing for breath “The bites would hurt a lot less if you bit down too you know” then sinking back in. Jungkook couldn’t think, tae felt Jungkooks body suddenly fall limp and stopped. “A limp body is no fun to feed from” Taehyung said lowly annoyed. He grabbed the back of Jungkook's head and guided him to his neck being patient for him to bite before continuing his meal. Jungkook half unconscious felt skin touching his lips forgetting whos neck it belonged to and dug in aggressively taking Tae aback. “Ugh-” tae glared at him from the corner of his eye, jungkook never opened his eyes, they were too heavy but began to suck and found that Tae’s blood tasted euphoric, powerful, rich like dark chocolate, he bite again. There they were feeding off of one another and no one had the slightest clue.

Jimin was in the other room, he knew exactly was going on and crouched up into a little ball on his bed. He somehow felt bad he couldn’t feed Tae but relieved that Jungkook was taking the first night instead of him. Sometimes Tae didn’t know when to stop and jimin was in no condition for blood sharing, he barely had enough of his own blood pumping through him. An hour past.

Tae left jungkook sleeping on the bed as he sighed in satisfaction, jungkook kept up well but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t going to some of jimins.

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“y/n!” namjoon greeted you warmly, he’s been different since you’ve woken up from your injury.

“Hi namjoon” you smiled warmly as you gathered your books to place back onto the shelves of the library

“Have you read up on the blood lines? Which one are you most familiar with” you found it strange he was trying to make actual conversation with you, normally he’d just peep into your head for the answers to his questions that he wanted.

“Jimin’s bloodline I’ve become more familiar with, and Hoseok’s is generic. But I have yet to do any research on you although I should” you playfully scolded, you did have tons of questions but were afraid to ask him about. Namjoon’s eyebrow raised “Jimin's bloodline may be the easiest to comprehend but his heritage is another ballpark” he grabbed another book titled “Bonding” you were interested in the title and coaxed your head to the side to peer over his shoulder

“always so curious y/n” he snickered

“Haven’t you ever heard of “curiously killed the cat” in your case “kitten” he pried the book from your eyes.

“His heritage? Why would it be hard to understand?” you said ignoring his comment and concentrating on the topic of Jimin’s heritage. Jimin has always been the kindest, you made sure to study more on his bloodline as a thank you for always being polite and mindful when feeding from you.

“Mine and Jimin’s bloodlines are the oldest” he licked this thumb to turn the page

“We’ve set the foundation of bonding, without it our race and our family lines would have deceased to exist”

“Tae had mentioned something about vampires being born? Is that true, i always thought vampires could turn others into vampires?”

A smile danced its way onto Namjoon’s lips as the words left from yours

“You watch too many movies y/n” he chuckled

“It is extremely difficult to turn someone into a vampire but not entirely possible. That is why my and Jimin’s bloodlines are vital. They carry the ways of bonding, establishing a married connection” he shifted the weight of the book back and forth from each hand

“Jimin being first born into his family has had his suitors picked out since he was young. If I’m not mistaken it’s about that time where they consummate.” his eyes faltered

“Vampires have a process of marriage?”

“Absolutely. It’s a very serious matter. You know by now that vampire blood is poisonous don’t you” you nodded in response to his question

“Vampires are very intimate creatures.” He looked you up and down and bit his lip teasingly. God how he stirs up, you were a little embarrassed. He chuckled before continuing.

“It is quite difficult being intimate with your spouse or lover when you worry of possibly killing yourself and or your partner. During intimacy vampires tend to bite, it’s an oral pleasure, a release. You know like...”

“No no no it’s okay I get what you mean” you waved your hands franticly almost about to cover his mouth to stop him from explaining further. Your flustered embarrassment amused him

“You don’t have to be so detailed” you blushed covering your face, Namjoon laughed at your reactions. Sometimes you wished you weren’t so curious.

“Okay okay. To sum it up blood sharing between spouses is a basic necessity toward our existence. Our blood makes that almost impossible, so you would think right?” he perched his eyebrow up to you

“What do you mean?”

“Do you remember in history class how the king claims his wife as his own? How that tradition started?”

“You mean where the pope, higher class members, and witches had to watch them consummate for the first time?”

“Yes exactly!”

“That is so vulgar. The queen must have felt so violated”

“It’s a custom, you get use to it. It started with vampires, our line to be exact.” he said ever so proudly.

“So people have to watch you ….” you gulped “ “do it” for the first time with your wife”

“Yes, for good reason. During consummation the witches use a spell to link the married couple’s blood together. Unspoiling the blood for just them two” he smiled kindly “It’s a beautiful thing to be able to drink from the person you love most for the rest of your life and not have to worry of poison.”

“Does that mean other vampires can drink from you too?”

“No, the blood is only linked between partners. The blood is still toxic just not to the couple.”

“How is that possible?”

“It’s difficult. More often than not three witches die during the process.”

It finally begun to click in your head why there were so many witches attending the school, Chaseon specifically came to mind. You admitted, it horrified you bit “Would it be okay for a vampire to marry a human?” you asked thinking of your own feelings. “There are laws about that Y/n that you definitely can read about.” he said vaguely with remorse not giving you a clear answer. What didn’t he want to tell you? He handed you the book and pat your head. “Alright then, well at least tell me about Tae’s bloodline, I can’t find anything on it” you yelled down the vacant library aisle as namjoon began walking away. Namjoon stopped, frozen to your question before sighing, dreading what it he’ll have to. He’s going to have to make you forget. “Y/n” he said concerned as he turned back to face you “What exactly do you already know?” he began walking toward you.

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“Jimin! Jimin! Jimin” Tae and J-hope were chanting Jimin on as he started to eat again, this being his third girl as the other two had fallen unconscious.

“See, and I thought I was bad” tae elbowed Hobie

“You are. Jimin hasn’t killed any.” the atmosphere went from frat to serious “When vampires were first brought into the world they killed just about every human they fed on”

“We arent as animalistic. We’ve adapted and have become domesticated.” he growled showing fangs, Tae isn’t one to back down a challenge but felt it was best to let it go before it got ugly.

*coughing* “Jimin slow down will you” tae said cheekily as he patted his shoulders. Normally you’re not supposed to stare while vampires are eating but Tae wanted Jimin, it was kind of hard not to stare.

“Tae let’s go, Jin needs you” J-hope checked his messages. Tae grabbed the back of jimin's neck tenderly, flashed him a smile and got up “Let’s go see what the mom wants”

“You’ve never had to see him so often before, is everything okay?” Hobie was concerned, Tae was his best friend [of course when Yoongi wasn't around]. Taehyung felt a struck of guilt as he’s never told Hobie his secret, he who has always went with him to see his parents on the holidays instead of seeing his own and always made him laugh, he wanted to tell him but couldn’t bring himself to do it quite yet. “Yea, he’s probably concerned with my blood intake after what Jimin pulled? Blood depreciation, c’mon now” he playfully nudged him to bring him at ease “I thought so”

You read up on bonding and ran to Jimin’s room to ask him about “Rose” how she happened to be on his heritage plan. What did her picture next to Jimin mean? Was she a suitor like Namjoon was talking about? If she were why would it bother you? Maybe that was the reason Jimin stopped eating, he isn’t ready to announce his engagement. You could be wrong but wanted to find out for sure. You banged on the door “Jimin, Jimin” you heaved as you were out of breath. Jimin groaned as he got himself off the bed and opened the door. “Y/n? What are you doing here? Sugas room is two doors down” he pointed down the hall sleepily, eyes suddenly widened at the books in your hand “What are you reading?” the grabbed your hand and pulled you in. “I was curious, I have to know who is this?” you pointed in the book. Annoyed he didn’t answer your question instead he decided he was hungry. He pushed the books out of your hands

“Hey!” you shouted as the papers inside the textbooks flew onto his bedroom floor. He approached you. He placed his hand behind your head and grabbed a fist full of hair pulling it back for your face look up at him. You let out a groan of pain as he held you in an uncomfortable position. He smirked as your painful expression brought a dark pleasure to him, he began kissing you and quickly moving down to your neck. Although you didn't stop him, you began to fill with fear.

“I don’t like the taste of fear in my blood like the others” he said breathily as he sniffed your neck then gently placing a peck on it. You’re breathing was uneasy, you didn’t like this Jimin, this Jimin when he’s hungry scared you. “Y/n” he used his other hand to run his fingers down your body “Relax for me please, it’s just me” in an instant your body complied and relaxed, you hated Jimin’s gift the most and the effect that his voice had on your body. How his words engulfed your mind, like a siren calling you making you fall competent to all his wishes, demands, and questions willingly.

“Jimin please.” you tried to move your head into a more comfortable position at your discomfort, hoping for just the slightest bit of a distraction to get him to stop. He gripped tighter and moved your head to the side for better access to your neck. You clenched your eyes shut from the pain of your hair being pulled and he bit into you. An accidental moan of anguish slipped from your lips and followed by groans from the two sources of pain. You felt jimins lips form into a smirk on your neck as he fed. “Keep making those noises y/n and you’re going to have more than just my teeth entering you” If you were being honest with yourself, Jimin was the most dangerous among the vampires. You tried suppressing by biting your bottom lip, some still managed to come out muffled. His gifts making you want what he wants, making you strive to please and satisfy him, genuinely what a cruel gift- you thought has he begun teasing you, licking up your neck and random pecks as he dug his fangs back into you. He removes his hand from your hair and places both hands on your arms, clenching them tightly to try and restrain himself. He bit again higher up your neck and as much as you tried to stay quite another moan left louder and pained, he was being a little too aggressive than usual but still sensual. This was a different type of fear you were feeling, and not one where you were scared of him. He knew exactly what he was doing as he pushed himself up against you, you could feel him. Your blood was releasing oxytocin and higher amounts of endorphins, jimin was getting exactly what he wanted, you were letting him dominate you. “Ah-” he broke away from your neck momentary to release a gasp of pleasure from the way your blood tasted, it was precisely how he liked it, hot with the right amount hormones. “I’m not satisfied Y/n” he whined for more

“Then drink until you are” why did you say that? You didn’t know if that was really you talking. He looked at you with your blood stained on his lips “I know of another you can feed me, someway more satisfying” he placed his lips onto yours and pushed you flat onto the bed with his weight, why weren’t you fighting him? He moved his lips to your neck kissing the bite marks he’s left on you “Y/n?” he said as he made kisses down your body “Do you like me?” he was at your naval “yes” you managed out of your lips, you wanted to stop but at the same time you didn’t, Jimin’s venom had a way of making you a paradox. “Y/n” he slid his hands across your thighs “do you want me?” the question caused your heart to quicken, pumping blood faster throughout your body, Jimin could feel it across your skin, he was growing impatient. “Yes” you paused “stop it you idiot” you told yourself on the inside, but your mind and your words weren’t communicating as “I want you Jimin” left your lips. He placed his hands between your knees looking at you darkly “good, because i want you to.” another kiss placed upon you as he played with your knees “Y/n, could you open your legs for me please?” his eyes seductively hypnotic, his voice controlling your movements, you couldn’t beat him. You lay there flat on your back in defeat as you slowly begin to spread your legs open to him, inviting him. He squeezes your thighs in his hands as he lowers himself in between and just before he could remove any apparel to get to his destination a knock was made at the door. Before someone walked into it “Y/n are you in here?” Jin opened the door with of course Namjoon following right behind. Jimin was annoyed and stood up as jin barged in to scoop you up brindle style “Jimin what the hell” Namjoon glared at him following Jins glare “We will discuss this later, meanwhile if you’re still hungry I suggest drinking blood bags until we’ve discussed things” jin carries you out of the room being mindful not to bump your head into anything. Namjoon flashing on last glare, jealous that you let Jimin dominate you. He felt he was the only one who was allowed to do that to you. He recalled that first and last time he had drunken from you. Namjoon left and shut the door. It left Jimin alone. He felt it again, that wave of dread. He was not anticipating speaking with Jin and Namjoon about his actions, actions in which he didn’t regret.

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Ask Matt: What’s up with All Those Instruments?

In this new (and hopefully interesting) “Ask Matt” series of posts, I’m going to be answering questions from the public at large. Some of these questions might be directed to other members of the band, but I’ll still be the one answering them. Sorry.

Tonight’s question comes from Alison Kendrick, of Charlotte, NC, and hopefully answers a query from Lindsay Badeaux of Chicago, IL:

“Why do you play so many instruments? How did you learn to play them all? And when have you had time to do so?”

Thanks, Alison & Lindsay! Great question(s), and ones that I have been asked a lot, so it’s great that I’ll now be able to send people this handy URL for the answer!

The “Why” of this topic is easy to answer: I “suffer” from ADHD. I was officially diagnosed in my 30s, but of course have had it since I was little and my way of coping was to try and get my hands into as many things as possible. ADHD can be great. You’re never bored. You seem to know lots and lots of things. You can’t really become the master of anything, because focusing is extremely difficult and – ooh! Shiny! – but it makes you great at parties because you never have a lull in topics you know a tiny bit about. Side note: if anyone reading this knows of and trusts an ADHD coach, please send ‘em my way.

I can make decent noises on: the tin whistle, the recorder, the Irish flute, the accordion, harmonica, clarinet, guitar, mandolin, 5-string mandolin, ukulele, banjo, and a few others. How did I learn these instruments? Probably the easiest way for me to answer that one is to break things down by instrument.

Tin Whistle/Recorder:

I start here because the first instrument I ever played was a plastic recorder, given to all the kids in my elementary class to teach the very basics of music. You might have gotten one, too. I loved it, and was the only kid in my class that stuck with the recorder. The recorder is a flute that evolved from the tin (penny) whistle, a simple wind instrument that is tied to Ireland and Scotland. If you can play the recorder, you can make sounds on the tin whistle. I got my first tin whistle in Virginia at an “old timey shoppe” and it sat on a shelf for a long time. In college I started playing traditional Irish tunes on the whistle with my Irish roommate Christopher. I fell in love with Irish music and it’s still my go-to practice when I just want to play.

Harmonica:

My grandfather gave me a box of harmonicas one Christmas when I was around 11. It was the kind of weird gift John Frank (our name for our very tall, very austere grandfather) would give us: after all the flashy, fun toys there was one completely unwrapped thing that we were supposed to open. Usually pottery, or Russian stacking dolls, or other trinkets from he and my grandmother Honey’s trips around the world. Stuff that little kids didn’t really appreciate, in other words.

And I didn’t especially appreciate the harmonicas, to be honest. A box of harmonicas is such a strange thing to give a little kid, but I love that he didn’t just give me one. He gave me close to a dozen, in a bunch of different keys. The harmonica is a diatonic instrument, which means that you can only play a range of keys with one. If you’re in a band you need quite a few to be able to play songs in many different keys. I have about twenty accessible at any given time: major and minor tunings.

It’s normal to give a kid a harmonica in the key of C, say. They can learn how to play, see if they like it, and if so, they can buy any other key they need. But John Frank gave me a full set. It was as if he knew that I’d grow up and use all of them all the time.

Melodica:

The next year John Frank gave me a melodica that had belonged to him. It was a Hohner, but a very old one, extremely well made. Very little plastic on it…the thing had a gorgeous wood frame and Bakelite keys. It was still working (mostly) when we recorded Licorice Tea Demos, but the reeds finally gave out, and I spent a LOT of pre-internet time trying to fix it, to no avail. The new melodicas, honestly, are extremely disappointing. Cheaply made, cheaper sounding, not in tune, and they don’t last very long. As the US president says: “Sad!”.

Clarinet:

I thought that the clarinet was similar to the recorder, and I had to choose an instrument that I wanted to play in middle school. It isn’t that similar to the recorder, but the clarinet ended up being a big part of my life for many years. I know now that it was just a “gateway instrument” to the rest of my life; playing it allowed me to get on stage and perform. I was accepted into art school for clarinet. I don’t think I was ever really in love with it, and never miss playing it, but I’m grateful to it for setting me on a very interesting life path. And I still get psyched when I hear a recording of Mozart K622. That adagio is sweet as hell!

Accordion:

I asked to have piano lessons when I was small. It looked fun to me. I had a great teacher until she moved away and then I had a sexy but unpleasant teacher that replaced her and I stopped taking piano. My left hand is shit but you don’t really need a good left hand when playing piano accordion. Note to people that want to play the accordion but are scared of the left-hand bass buttons: don’t worry about ‘em. Find a bass player instead and get on with your life.

The first accordion I bought was during the making of the Licorice Tea Demos, and I bought one because my grandfather’s melodica was falling apart (see above). Buying accordions can be a sickness; I have owned a total of four in my time and they’re really hard to give away. Would anyone like to buy an accordion?

Mandolin:

Jay and Ward played guitar. I wanted something to play that would allow me to “jump around” and “rock out”. They didn’t want to have another guitar in the band, so I picked up a mandolin. Of all the instruments I have learned, this was the toughest, because I had no concept of stringed instruments. But you work through it. Later I commissioned a fellow in the depths of South Carolina to build me a custom electric mandolin with five strings (hot pink, SG style) and I still love that abomination. People always wonder what The Abomination is. Based on the way it’s tuned, I suppose you should rightly call it “an electric piccolo cittern”.

You may notice some patterns forming. Playing an instrument is like learning languages. If you learn one, fine. Learn two pretty well, and the third one is easier to pick up. Four, five, six…they’re all variations on a theme.

My love of playing the recorder led to picking up the tin whistle easily. Clarinet isn’t that similar, but once I learned how to play it, I was able to play other reed instruments like the saxophone and oboe. Taking piano let me be competent enough on the melodica, and the accordion is basically a melodica that you don’t blow into. The harmonica was tough. But you can fit one in your pocket and I had a whole box of them lying around. The good news is that I can pick up a button accordion or concertina and get around based on what I know about the harmonica. Mandolin was also a stretch, but once I developed some calluses I’ve been able to play the banjo, guitar, and bass guitar.

The best way to learn a new instrument, especially if you have ADHD? Make it hard to ignore. Put it in a pocket, on the living room table, visible on a shelf. You’ll find that you’re practicing way more than you think, just picking it up and playing for a minute or two. A minute or two can lead to half an hour, or six. You can trick yourself into learning things! This is how I finally cracked the embouchure for the Irish flute.

That should be the “why”, “when” and “how” of your question! If you have any follow ups on this topic, or actually do know an ADHD coach, you can write me at [email protected] or [email protected].

Next question!

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strikeouts-and-saxophone replied to your post “the Sizzling Take I will not dare go near twitter with: the 2016...”

I am STILL MAD about him pulling Kyle in game 7 and putting Jon in for a dirty inning when he and EVERYONE specifically said not to do that

Will he always be the manager from the Cubs team that won a WS? Yes. Am I ready to move on? Beyond yes.

a-fucking-men. Basically the only thing he had going for him the last couple of years was that the team seems to like him. Which is important, yes.

But man the management of that World Series. Putting in Chapman when he was obviously gassed, and doing it over and over again. Pulling Kyle after 4 2/3 innings because of ONE WALK. The fact that Jason Heyward apparently had to be the real coach during that game delay and Joe saying that during that time he just kind of wandered off and let the guys do their own thing. Like, all the love to J-Hey, but what the fuck at the manager checking out at possibly the most important coaching moment in sports history?!

Then there’s the embarrassing way he and his son handled his (not) contract renewal over the offseason. There’s him, A FULL YEAR AFTER THE ALLEGATIONS BECAME PUBLIC, having no fucking idea that Addison Russell is dealing with a domestic violence scandal. There’s him, scheduling a second White House visit when the Cubs had already done one with Obama as a favor to a friend who was a GOP fundraiser for Trump and responding with like, “what? I’m a cool Republican” when people were annoyed with it. Like he plays so fucking hard at being hip when he’s just another asshole old man who hangs out with people who fundraise for racists. There’s him, really NEVER having a clue on how to manage a bullpen.

and why the FUCK he allowed Anthony Rizzo to play this week when his ankle looked like this is really beyond the last straw. Salty at every level of management about that but you gotta wonder if Joe would have put him back in if he thought he was actually going to get a contract extension.

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14; 16; 17; 28; 29

14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected?

Joe was very involved in school! He did theater all throughout and majored in it in college. He’s been obsessed with Grease since he was little, and played Danny Zucko at summer camp two years in a row, then in high school, then in college. He was on the cheerleading squad (”because Lisa made me”), the soccer team and the floor hockey team, and was voted class treasurer one year and vice president the next. He was heavily involved in charity clubs (organizing card signing for sick students, orchestrating Day Without Hate) and became known as a bit of a teacher’s pet. He headed anti-drug campaigns and was involved in an after school program where high schoolers tutored elementary school students. He was a peer counselor. He sang in the choir, and sometimes played piano for them and various school concerts. He was student director of the spring musical in his junior year. French club, Spanish club, ping-pong club… He tried to join Forensics but threw up the first time they watched slides of crime scenes. He was a member of the 4H club. Played saxophone in band for a few years. Joe was very much over-involved in high school, to keep himself busy.

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

Joe is an actor a porn star. After his mission work ended, he was cast in Orgazmo, which accidentally became an overnight success, somehow bridging the gap between adult film and mainstream media. He’s obviously embarrassed about it, and thinks it’s pretty immoral and exploitative at first, but the camaraderie of the cast and the great friends he makes shifts his mindset; if the people doing it like what they’re doing, then who is he to judge?

He still finds a lot of it pretty gross, like DVDA, but it’s all become a lot less taboo. He doesn’t like how controlling and entitled some of the industry professionals are (i.e. Maxxx Orbison and A-Cup) and now that he and Dave own the Orgazmo franchise together, he does his best to make their set a safe space where everyone has the freedom to have a say in how they are treated and what they will and won’t do.

Lately, he has been developing a penchant for photography. Down the road, he will go to school to become a counselor.

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

Joe grew up in Salt Lake City, but he went to summer camp in Tulsa, Oklahoma every year from third grade until he graduated high school. He’s also visited his sister Kimmy in New York City, which he found to be overstimulating. He took a class trip to Spain his senior year with his Spanish class. His other sister, Alma, lives in Provo, Utah, and he visits her every now and again. Basically he has family all over Utah, Idaho and… almost the entire country.

He went to Los Angeles for his mission work, and has lived there ever since.

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

Joe started dating Lisa when he was sixteen years old. She’d been courting him since they met in the church choir in middle school; their families are close and Joe’s parents always urged him to pursue her, because she’s a nice looking girl and a devout Mormon. They also considered that his best shot at getting over his same-sex attraction, which they were suspicious of from a young age.

They bonded over singing and in response to extreme pressure from his family, he proposed to her just after graduating from BYU, right before his mission. Joe loves her, and she often joined the same clubs as him in high school. He’s always thought she has a kind heart and excitable nature, which didn’t go unappreciated… but he’s not in love with her.

For years, he tried to force himself to be. A hopeless romantic, he’s always known what love is supposed to feel like (via love songs and poems and books) and when those feelings didn’t arise with Lisa, he assumed they must just be exaggerated descriptions and that it was okay he just loved her like a friend. He hoped maybe one day those feelings would just come, because his family wanted it to work so badly and he never wanted to let them down. But he could just never relate to her—she was always quick to point out when he was acting strange, or tell him to stop joking around, or get angry when he would take things too seriously. He’d accepted that maybe that’s just what love was.

However, when he left Utah and went to Los Angeles for his missionary trip after graduating from BYU, Joe met Kevin Price.

All the love songs, all the sappy poems—it finally made sense to him and he didn’t even know he could feel that way about someone. It scared the living daylights out of him, mostly because Kevin was not a girl and Joe had done everything in his power by that point to deny the notion that he’s gay.

He would go out of his way to make Kevin laugh (because the sound of it and the way Kevin’s face scrunches up gives Joe heart palpitations) and they confided in each other everything about their families the pressures of being Mormon.

They’re a real yin and yang pair. Kevin can be uptight and pessimistic, and Joe would level him out with his goofy nature and ever-loving belief that the world is an inherently good place. Kevin would tell him about Uganda, and how he questioned Mormonism (and God in general) as a whole, which planted seeds of doubt in Joe as well, paving the long and winding road he would eventually take to letting go of his suffocating ideals. Joe tried to get Kevin to see the good in everyone. Kevin helped Joe to see the world more for what it actually is, and tried his darndest to help Joe understand that everything he’s been taught isn’t the only way to live, that he can actually be happy, and not just fake Good Mormon Hetero Joe happy. They really balanced each other out, and taught each other a lot about themselves. Kevin opened up Joe to a whole other world, like he held up a mirror in front of him and Joe saw himself for the first time in his life.

They grew up a lot together in that year and a half. They smoked weed for the first time (with their ‘investigator’ and neighbor, Dave—not the lighting guy) they had their first drink together, they broke rules and made up what came to be known as inventifakers. Every day was a blast. They were constantly laughing and smiling, which was a stark contrast to the first day they met, when they experienced some violent and graphic food poisoning via a sketchy taco truck on the corner near their apartment.

Joe felt an overwhelming desire to care for and protect Kevin. He was the first person Joe ever told that he was gay, though it wasn’t really necessary to say out loud after the first night they pushed their beds together and fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.

They lived in what @elderxprice and I refer to as their ‘gay bubble’ for the majority of their mission, until the last few weeks when Joe started to panic about having to return to their normal lives as Good Hetero Mormons. Kevin’s mission ended a good six months before his, and about three weeks before it did, Joe had a mental breakdown and broke up with him. The guilt of cheating on Lisa, of sinning against Heavenly Father, and lying to his parents got the best of him, and the fear of living a life so wildly different than the one he had planned pushed him over the edge.

They didn’t see each other again until Joe was in town in Provo house sitting for his cousin, and while it took a little while to break the ice, the ended up breaking in his cousin’s couch. Joe had to secretly buy her a new one.

For a while, they kept in touch, Joe trying to convince himself to call off his wedding, until ultimately, he couldn’t bring himself to, and he stopped contacting Kevin as the nuptials drew close.

That was the next time they saw each other: the wedding. Joe thought Kevin hadn’t been invited, but a sneaky Lisa sent him an invitation to the reception. Joe crumbled into pieces during a brief hug and confessed his morbid depression concerning the entire affair—the wedding, his life with Lisa, etc. and Kevin sat on his hands to keep from pulling his hair out while he watched the love of his life have his first dance with his new wife. Joe’s sister Kimmy bought them some time alone, and though it was clear that they were both very unhappy and very, very much still in love, they parted ways yet again.

Kevin is Joe’s mate. For life. For every lifetime. He loves him to the ends of the earth, and it takes roughly three more years of heartache and turmoil until Kevin shows up during his spring break, unannounced, to see Joe.

Lisa is away on a weekend intensive training session with her singing coach (or, a weekend sex marathon, as Joe later finds out) and Kevin is roped into doing a last minute fill in for Choda Boy in Orgazmo 3: It’s Not Gay If It’s In A Threeway.

On that day, Joe reaches an epiphany that forces him to realize he can’t live in utter misery any longer—if he doesn’t make things right with Kevin, he won’t make it through another day. Bonus: Choda Boy and Orgazmo share a beautiful, magical on-screen kiss that has literal fireworks in the background. Everyone on set is floored.

Joe figures if he can become the real life Orgazmo and beat up a gang of thugs, he can be an openly gay Mormon. #kjoeforever

29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling?

Joe is a people pleaser, and extremely gullible and optimistic to a fault. He often gets roped into uncomfortable situations due to his meek nature. He has trouble communicating his true feelings sometimes, but Kevin brings them out.

He relies heavily on planning to prevent anxiety, and has countless lists for his life plan and likes to schedule his days down to the minute. If something goes awry, he becomes scatterbrained. Sometimes the slightest inconvenience can deter him from taking action. Like a door being locked or a restaurant being closed.

He often times puts others needs before his own, which causes him to feel unfulfilled and ultimately depressed.

Though he takes his life seriously, he can be a huge goofball sometimes, and Lisa used to get angry with him a lot for not taking things seriously or making jokes at inappropriate times.

He also sticks to his britches a little too harshly sometimes (i.e. breaking up with the love of his life because his family is counting on him to marry Lisa).

#headcanon ✅💭; how would christ benefit from me putting my tongue in someone's mouth?#kevin 👬🍞; mormons aren’t supposed to do a lot of things #kjoe #ask #elderxprice

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