#I was literally in fifth grade when the show started

[conwayfamilytree]

Happy 10th birthday Mianite !

I’m hoping the ten year old me who watched this series when it first came out is happy that the adult me is still crying over block people.

[heeology]

I have a request for a fic where both Jake and reader are starting their freshman year of college and jake is applying to be in a frat, but to be accepted the brothers in the frat make a bet with him to make the reader sleep with him ….

a/n -> omg i was literally thinking abt writing a jake fic (which i'll get to soon) and then this pops up lmao. but your mind...lord, this is such a good idea. anyway, tysm for being my first request !! it means a lot lol and i rlly hope you enjoy this :)) then, just in general, if you also sent me a request, i promise i have seen it !! i just work five days a week now, so i don't rlly have a lot of time to sit and write, but i promise i am working on them and will release them when i can 💕

are you down or what? | s.jy

pairing -> futurefratboy!jake x fem!reader

genre -> college au, best friends (alludes) to fwb

warnings -> MDNI, smut, drinking, cursing, mention of weed (no drug use tho)

w.c. -> 7.3k

!!DO NOT COPY OR REPOST!!

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Going to college is already scary enough, moving to college is even scarier. You wouldn’t categorize yourself as the “outgoing type” and you had pretty much figured your college experience would be dull and stressful; Junior year of high school pretty much prepped you for that. Luckily (depending on how you see it) for you, Jake is the complete opposite. He loved extra-curriculars, joining clubs, joining sports teams, and always made honor roll; essentially, he loved making new friends, trying new things. Everyone adored him and he had practically a long line of people waiting to be his friend. If only they knew they just had to be allergic to any sort of social activity and he would’ve immediately taken them under his wing. He’s always tried to have you venture out of your comfort zone, and sometimes, it worked. This time, however, you honestly didn’t see yourself branching out alongside him. Which both bummed you out and seemed as if it was inevitable. 

Who knew that the kid you met at your fifth grade honor roll assembly and pizza party would be the one you ended up applying to colleges with, let alone plan on going to the same college with? Well, actually, you and Jake didn’t quite get along at first, it was your moms that became best friends well before the two of you did. But, thankfully, both of your moms showed up to the honor roll assembly and brought the two of you together. Even if at first he would try to make conversation with you and you would just nod your head in response, too shy to actually say anything back. At first, he thought you hated him and at the time, you thought he was annoying, but somehow you both came to find these qualities about each other endearing. There were a lot of times you were grateful to have met him and have him as your best friend.

But when he brought up the topic of a fraternity mixer while he was helping–well, more like he was the only one working–assemble an IKEA storage unit for your dorm room as you both sat on your floor, you automatically rolled your eyes. You weren’t surprised in the slightest that one of the first things he wanted to do since you guys got to college was join a frat; it’s like he was born for this, and you mean it in the least douchey way possible. 

“Come on, it’s just like, some mixer; nothing major. I really want you to come. Please?” he says as he drags out the “e” at the end. 

You roll your eyes again and let out a huff, handing him the screwdriver to which he rolls his eyes in return and takes it. “It’s only been a week and you’re already rushing a frat?”

“What? Think I’m not good enough for them?” he asks, joking as he continues to assemble the storage unit for you. You knew he was perfect for this sort of thing, you swear, he was already breezing through it as a pledge, or at least he was making it seem like it. Besides, you’re pretty sure that he is even mistaken as a member already around campus. “It’s not even going to be that bad. Plus, there’s going to be free booze and hella cute chicks, so there’s that to look forward to.” he says as he grins to himself.

“Gross,” you mumble, “it’s not really sounding like there’s anything for me at this dumb thing.”

He chuckles a little. “What? You mean the thought of hanging out with a bunch of sweaty dudes playing beer pong doesn’t sound enticing?”

You shudder, “You’re not really selling your case here, pal.”

He laughs. “C’moooonnnnn,” he whines, playfully bumping his shoulder with yours, “I promise you’ll have fun. And if not, then we’ll just leave after an hour and get some food. Sound good?”

You think for a moment before letting out a huff, “Fine. But if you even leave me alone for a second with those…heathens, then I will never speak to you again.” you say, half joking, half serious.

“You’re acting like these dudes are all terrible people; they’re not the spawn on Satan, y’know.” he says as he can sense the hesitance and apprehension in your voice. “I promise I won’t leave you and I’ll hold your hand the whole time.” he says as he coos and then laughs to himself.

“Dear god.” you mutter, rolling your eyes again, which only makes him chuckle.

“I’m just kidding. But seriously, you’re coming. Who knows, it could be a funny story later on.”

“Right. I bet it’ll elicit all sorts of chuckles.” you say, sarcastically.

He laughs again, shaking his head slightly as he focuses on working on the IKEA product. He shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe you’ll even meet someone there. Imagine if you fell in love with one of the frat dudes.” he laughs at his own thought. 

You scoff, “Ew.”

“I know, right? How mortifying, you fall in love with some muscular, frat boy named Chad.” he shivers, “Scary.” he says, teasing you.

You laugh, “Shut up.”

He chuckles softly and then stops working to look at you. “But seriously, will you please come with me? It would be nice having you there, and it will be our first college party together, how can you possibly pass that up?” he says as he pouts slightly, giving you his best “puppy dog eyes”.

You roll your eyes and playfully shove his shoulder, “Ew, fine! Stop doing that.”

He laughs and grins, “You are the best friend I could ever ask for!” he says, acting overly enthusiastic as he hugs you tightly, ruffles your hair, then kisses your cheek. “We’re gonna have so much fun, you’ll see.”

“Bleh,” you jokingly whine as you wipe your cheek, “yeah, yeah. Just finish my storage thing.”

He rolls his eyes, “Yes ma’am.” he says as he continues working for a few more minutes. He finishes working on the storage unit, turning it upright and smiling proudly. “What would you do without me, honestly? BOOM!” he says as he smacks it lightly, “There it is, built by yours truly; you’re welcome.” he says with a smug grin.

“Alright, alright, calm down.” you say as you laugh a bit. You stand up, rolling it over to a corner in your dorm room.

Jake follows your lead, standing up as well. “Here, I can even help you pick out something to wear for the party. I was thinking of wearing a Polo-”

You turn to him and grimace, “Dear god, you’re already becoming one of them.”

He laughs and scoffs, “Hey, I make Polo’s look hot, don’t even try to act like I don’t. Besides, if I wear a short sleeved one, it will totally show off my muscles.” he says as he flexes a bit, grinning. You roll your eyes and pretend to gag and he laughs and stops flexing before nudging your arm. “Shut up.” he mumbles and turns to look at your closet. “Do you still have that dress you wore to that grad party we went to over the summer?”

“I mean, I think.” you say as you walk over to your closet rummaging inside it (even if there isn’t much room to rummage through).

You were kind of surprised to hear him talk about a dress you wore almost two months ago, but you didn’t think too much about it. You suppose maybe he only did because it was the first dress you wore in a while, so maybe he just subconsciously remembered about it. He glances at you as you look for the dress. He was secretly grateful you didn’t tease him for remembering about it, but he just thought you looked pretty in it. Not that you aren’t pretty all the time just…that time…he shakes his head to himself; it’s just a pretty dress.

He crosses his arms and peers over your shoulder, looking into what clothes you have in your closet as well. “What about that white top?” he asks, pointing out a white, low-cut tank top that is discarded to the side of the closet. “Wear that with a nice skirt or something; that’d look good.”

You glance at it and laugh, “I wear that to bed when it’s too hot. I am not wearing that to the party; my boobs will literally be spilling out of it.”

He pauses for a moment before speaking again. “And that’s a bad thing because…?” He grins, giving you a quick wink which results in you punching his shoulder. He laughs and rubs his shoulder. “Kidding, kidding! But seriously, pick out something. You’ll look amazing in whatever you choose.” he shrugs casually. You roll your eyes and keep rummaging through your closet, suddenly hating every article of clothing you own. He leans against the wall next to your closet, “I swear to god, I can never understand why girls sometimes take so long to pick out what they wear. It’s like, how hard can it be to choose something quickly and then wear it?”

“Jesus, fine, you pick out something, then.” you say as you walk over to your bed, laying on it. “You’re the one who wants me to go, anyway.”

Jake smiles mischievously, walking over to your closet and looking through your clothes. “Do you have those tight, high-waisted jeans? The ones you wore last weekend?”

You raise an eyebrow. Is he talking about the ones you wore to the brunch your mom took you out to with him and his mom? You laugh. “Probably. My mom bought them, so she probably snuck them in there somewhere.” you don’t even realize you’re smiling a bit to yourself, a part of you secretly liking that he remembered them; maybe you looked better than you thought. “Aren’t skinny jeans, like, out or whatever?”

Jake shrugs. “All I know is your ass looked good.” he says as he spots them after looking through some of your bottoms. He grabs them and tosses them at you, the jeans hitting your stomach, causing you to let out a small “oomph”. “And pair it with that white tank top. For your shoes…” he shrugs, “maybe your Doc Martens or something casual. That’ll look good.” he says as he looks at you, nodding his head in satisfaction. “There. Done. And it only took, like, two minutes. See? It wasn’t even hard.” he jokes.

“You chose, quite literally, the most basic outfit known to man.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not even that bad. Besides, you’ll pull it off, anyway.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “I’ll wear the pants and the shoes, but I am not wearing my “booby” shirt, you perv.”

“Oh, c’mon. You know you like to show it off sometimes.” he says, grinning as he wiggles his eyebrows before laughing softly. “Just wear it, please? For me?” he jokes in a playfully flirty tone. “Plus, I need some sort of eye candy when we go to this thing.”

You scoff, playfully. “Ohhhhh, I see what this is.” you say as you sit up on your bed. “You’re hoping if you bring a hot girl to the mixer, you’ll have an automatic in with these frat fuckers, right?”

The tips of Jake’s ears turn slightly red and he scoffs, looking away before looking back at you. “What? No, that’s not the reason. Not the entire reason, anyway.” he says, laughing slightly to hide his embarrassment. “It’ll just be nice to go with you, okay?”

“Uh-huh, suuuurrrreeee.”

He laughs before going to sit beside you on your bed. “Okay, fine, fine, you got me. I did want to bring a hot girl so it'd be easier to get in with the frat. But that's not the whole reason! I also wanted to go with my best friend since we haven't really hung out this week because of classes. And I knew I'd need at least one sane person to keep me in check. Or, at least, as sane as you can get." he teases, wearing that stupid giddy grin of his he gets whenever he feels he said something hilarious. 

You scoff, playfully, “Watch it.” you warn.

He laughs, “Sorry, sorry. I meant a perfectly sane, normal human who doesn’t listen to musicals in her spare time.”

You nudge his arm, “Hey! That was middle school me, back off.”

He laughs again, “I’m messing with you. But seriously, I am glad that you’re coming. It’ll be way more fun with you there.” he smiles that typical charming smile he does, not because he knows he looks good doing it, but because he just does anyway. “I really do appreciate you. Especially since you’re ‘sacrificing’ your sanity to be surrounded by these frat guys.”

“Soon, you’ll be one of them.” you shudder, “I’ll have to start writing my obituary for you.”

“Oh, come on, we’re not all that bad. I'm sure there's at least a few decent guys there that aren't complete douchebags. They're just...eccentric." he jokes, "This mixer will be a great chance for me to maybe get an in with the career path I wanna take plus if I leave a good impression with the frat guys, maybe I won’t have to be a pledge for much longer."

“‘We’re’? Oh my god, you’re already clumping yourself together with them!” you say in fake horror.

“Oh my god, you’re right.” he says in the same tone with a shocked expression. “I’m turning into one of them without even realizing it! Quick, snap me out of it!” he says, laughing slightly. 

You shrug, “Gladly.” you say before punching his shoulder. It honestly hurts your knuckles, but you decide to keep that to yourself and ignore the pins and needles shooting through your hand.

He frowns and looks at you with an “i’m not mad, just disappointed look” which causes you to burst out laughing. “You know, you’ve got a mean right hook. Who knows, you might be the one joining the frat.” he says, rubbing his shoulder a little before wrapping his hand over your knuckles, squeezing it a little. He knows you probably hurt your hand a bit, so he hopes this makes your hand feel a little better before letting go. 

“I’d rather die.” you say in such a serious manner, he can’t tell whether you’re joking or not, but he laughs nonetheless. 

“Just get dressed. I’ll come get you later, okay?” he says as he gets off of your bed.

You groan, “Fine. But I hope you know, you are throwing me to the wolves by making me wear this outfit.”

He laughs and opens your door. “Have to let them know I’m there with the best-looking, smartest, and funniest girl at the party somehow.” he says with a wink.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms. “You’re lucky flattery works with me.” you mutter.

He grins, “What can I say? I know you so well, babe.” he says before nodding his head as a goodbye and walking out of your dorm room, closing the door behind him.

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Against your will (and your own regard for fashion), you wore what Jake had picked out for you. He smirks a bit as he looks at you after opening your door when he knocks around a few hours later. He looks you up and down, and you notice how his gaze lingered a little longer on your chest before meeting your eyes. You cross your arms, unintentionally pushing your chest a little together, he scoffs as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek.

“Yeah…I’m for sure getting into this frat.” he says, mainly saying it to himself, but you would be lying if it didn’t give you a little bit of an ego boost.

“Pipe down, it’s literally the most basic outfit known to man.”

“But you make it look hot…real hot.” he grins.

You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder. “Don’t even.” you mumble as you walk out of your dorm room, closing and locking the door behind you. 

He laughs softly as you start walking to the frat house, which is just around a block away. As you step outside, you shiver a bit from the cold and you frown at the fact that you didn’t bring a jacket, but you honestly felt too lazy to turn around and go back to grab one. He notices (and since he wasn’t wearing one either), he opts for putting his arm around your shoulders, pulling you a bit closer. 

“You have to admit, this is a little exciting. I mean, it’s our first college party and I’ll make it my mission to make it memorable.”

He honestly means that; he genuinely wants you to have a good time. He knows how you would rather be spending your time right now, just laying in your bed as you watch some show you’ve seen a thousand times, but he wants to break you out of that. Not that he has any problem with you being more introverted or wants to mold you into something he wants you to be, he has a more…specific reason than that. Your smile. As you two walk, he smiles to himself just thinking about it. How, whenever he sees you smiling this certain way–like you’re smiling for the first time–it’s like time stops; like you’re the only thing of importance in that very moment because nothing else matters, nothing else could possibly compare to how special and beautiful you look in those moments. It makes him feel giddy and the first time he ever saw you smile like that, he knew he had to do whatever it took to make it happen again. 

“Maybe for you, but if it smells like B.O. and weed, I am so out of there.”

He laughs and covers his mouth, his laugh coming out louder than he expected it to. He runs that hand through his hair and turns his head to look at you. “I feel like you have some underlying stereotypes about frat boys.”

“And until this party proves me otherwise, it’ll stay that way.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Then you’re on your own once you join their cult.”

He chuckles softly and shakes his head a bit. “I’m not going to become some buff incel just because I want to join this fraternity.”

You knew that. Well, you were hoping that would be the case. But this is different. This is college. Dramatic, maybe, but you were afraid the two of you would split apart and although you have other friends, he’s the one you’ve had for years. He knows everything about you and has seen you through all of your phases and vice versa. You just feel this looming anxiety that him joining this fraternity will be the first step in the direction of you two no longer being friends; that you’ll just become people you pass by on your way to class. You don’t want to tell him this, though, you’re not really ready to have a discussion (which may turn into an argument) about this just yet. You feel terrible for wanting this, but you’re secretly hoping he doesn’t get in. Not because you don’t want him to branch out and experience his own things in college, well, maybe a little. Maybe you’re selfish. Or maybe you’re saving him from turning into a douche. At least, that’s what you’ll tell yourself to feel better about hoping he doesn’t get in. It’s just because you want him to not forget about you. You’re not as outgoing as him, so what if he starts to find you to be boring? The thought made you frown.

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Ten minutes. It’s been ten minutes and this party is already making you feel like you’re being suffocated from the amount of people at this thing, all of whom already seem to be drunk. Once you and Jake got here, you could already tell you were going to hate every lousy minute you had to spend at this party. Especially since there have already been a few people who’ve had their eyes on you for a little longer than you wanted. You tried to make this situation a positive, trying to just relax and have fun as you see Jake greeting the many people he already knows. It’s only been a week since the semester started and he already knew at least twenty people here (yes, you counted). He introduced you to everyone he’s greeted, though, he didn’t want to make you feel left out. He could see you were a little uncomfortable, probably just because it was crowded and loud, so he decided to take you to the kitchen, getting the two of you some drinks. 

He smiles warmly, “We can dance if you want, or we can just talk, drink, get wasted, and judge people. Up to you.” he says, nudging your arm.

You smile a little and playfully roll your eyes. “I know that’s now what you want to do.”

“But it’s what you want to do.”

You look at him for a moment and before you say anything back, you hear a loud, booming voice calling Jake over. You both look and see some of the frat brothers laughing and motioning for him to come over as they yell at him like he’s some football player on the team they love. You glance at Jake. 

“Please go so they stop.”

He laughs and nods, walking over to them. You take another sip of your drink and then you see someone you met in one of your classes. They notice you and wave and you wave back before going over to talk with them.

Jake walks over to the group of four of the frat boys and greets them, dapping them up. One of them motions their head towards you, “So…who’s she?” he asks, crossing his arms as he grins. The others nod their heads and Jake turns to glance at you before looking at them.

He shrugs, smiling shyly, “She’s my best friend-”

“She rushing Delta Theta Zow?” another one asks.

Jake shakes his head, “Nah, sororities aren’t her thing.”

“Too bad, she’s hot.”

Jake feels himself frown slightly at that. Sure, his intention was to hopefully have them think you’re hot so they would be more inclined to go easier on him when hazing, maybe even just decide to let him in if he could prove he knew some hot girls despite how shallow that sounds. It’s just the way he said it, the way they’re looking at you, that makes him feel sick. 

“Tell you what, Jakey, you let us…get to know her, and who knows, you might just be exactly who we’re looking for.” one of them suggests.

Jake feels all of the blood suddenly drain out of his body and the frat brother grins, nudging another one. “Or, tell you what.” he says, putting his arm around Jake, “You sleep with her and you may just be one of the newest members of Alpha Omega Phi. Sound like a deal?”

“You want me to…”

“Fuck her.”

Well, there goes his chances of joining this frat, which surprisingly, is one of the more tame options out of the other ones. This one has great connections to people in the field of computer science and engineering, which is what he desperately wants to achieve. This could give him a big head start…but he can’t just use you.

He chuckles nervously, “I don’t know…she’s not like that-”

“Too bad,” the frat brother says as he takes his arm off of Jake, “We thought you would’ve fit right in with us.” the others nod their heads in agreement.

Jake thinks for a moment. “...alright…fine.”

The four of them cheer, which ignites cheers from other party goers, making Jake look around and find it a bit strange that they hold that kind of power. 

“You can use Bradley’s room, he could use some sort of action on that bed.” one of them teases and the others laugh. Jake nods his head, trying to laugh along and then they shove him to go over to you. Jake quickly walks over to you, setting his drink on the counter and grabs your arm. 

“The hell-?” you say as he quickly drags you upstairs into a bedroom and he closes the door behind the two of you, looking at you kind of panicked. “What the hell is your problem-”

“They want me to fuck you.”

You feel yourself freeze, all of your muscles tensing up at what just came out of his mouth. Was he being serious? “...deadass?”

“Deadass.”

“Damn…” you mutter, him releasing your arm from his grip. “So…”

He shrugs, “So…” he repeats.

“Guess you’re not getting into this frat.”

He looks at you for a moment, “So, this is like…a for sure thing.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Dude, I’m not having sex with you so you can join a frat.”

“Come on,” he pleads, using his puppy dog eyes again. To be honest, he knew you would say no for obvious reasons, but this was important to him. Sure, you’re important to him, too, which is kind of why he also figured you would be okay with doing this as a favor. “this is really important, I have to get into this frat. I could get an upper hand with some major companies I want to work for once we graduate. Please?” he clasps his hands together, “Just do me this one favor.”

“Fucking me is not a favor.”

“Well, it’s also not a punishment-”

You scoff, shoving his shoulder lightly and he laughs softly. It goes quiet for a moment between the two of you and he looks at you, expecting, wanting you to change your mind.

“How would they know, anyway? Can’t we just, like, pretend to have had sex? You know, like that scene in Easy A.” you suggest.

“In what?”

“Oh my god, we have to add that to our list of movies to watch, it has Emma Stone, so you already know it’s going to be good-”

“Okay, okay, yeah we can watch it later. Are you going to let me fuck you or what?”

You groan, “Can’t I just give you my panties or something and then you can wave them around and brag about it? Actually, don’t do that.”

“Look, this frat is made up of guys in business, engineering, chemistry, and physics majors, they’re not stupid. They’ll know, trust me, and I really don’t want to have to deal with any more hazing because I’m pretty sure it’s just going to keep getting worse and I would actually like to survive my first few weeks of college.”

“Or…you could just not join.”

He frowns, “You know how much this means to me.” You sigh. Yes, you thought this was stupid, but you also weren’t dumb enough to not realize how joining this frat could actually help him in the future. You saw the superficialness of it all and you knew he wasn’t dumb enough to see past it either, but Jake has worked really hard and besides, you would be lying if you said you saw this as a worst case scenario. “Please?” he asks, anticipating your answer.

You sigh again, “Fine.”

He smiles, “God, yes, thank you so much.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“I’ll make you feel so fucking good.” he says. You thought you should take it as a joke, but he says it with a more serious tone before he hooks his fingers through the loop of your jeans, pulling you closer as he leans in, kissing you. 

You were a little surprised by him just going for it so suddenly, but you close your eyes and kiss him back. His hand travels up to your waist, holding onto it as his other hand moves to the side of your face, cupping it as he pulls you closer, his fingers slightly tangling with your hair. He tilts his head, slipping his tongue past your lips, sending shivers down your spine as it slides over your own. He kisses you with a sort of hunger, not expecting to be kissing you with so much intensity, but once his lips met yours, it’s like a switch went off for him and he can’t help himself from wanting you more and more. 

He guides the two of you over to the bed as you continue to kiss, him grunting softly as his eyebrows furrow together, feeling himself getting hard from just kissing you. He parts from your lips, having you both gasp for air before he pushes your hair aside, feeling his long, thin fingers brush past your neck before being replaced with his soft, plump lips. He leaves open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck before turning you around, your ass pressing against his hard on, making him moan softly into your ear from the contact, his precum leaking and staining his underwear and pants. You tease him, grinding against him slightly which makes him bite your neck softly as he continues kissing along the side of it, down to your shoulder. He grips your hips tightly, stopping your movements and you feel his lips and hot breath brush against your ear.

“Don’t play with me.” he whispers, gently nibbling on your earlobe before pulling away. His hands slip to the button of your jeans, undoing it and slowly zipping down the zipper. He pushes your jeans down just slightly, a little past your ass and he feels like he’s going to pass out from his fingertips gently grazing the edge of your underwear alone. He kisses your neck again, his left hand going to your neck, gently gripping it as he moves your head to the side to give him more room. That action alone almost makes you moan, but you just gasp softly as his right hand slips its fingers past your waistband, finally feeling them push against you. He moans at the feeling of you already being so wet and he coats his fingers in your arousal, making a mess in your panties. 

He uses his middle and ring finger to press and circle your clit, causing you to gasp and close your eyes, your head falling back against his shoulder and he pulls away from your neck, breathing slightly heavily. He turns his head to look at you, leaving gentle kisses on the side of your face as he moves his fingers down, pushing them inside of you. From the way your lips part and you let out the softest moan, your eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly, he can feel himself almost cum at the sight alone. He pushes his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit and he leaves a kiss against your ear.

“That’s right, baby, you like this, hm? Fuck, you’re so wet, do you want me to just fuck you now?” he whispers against your ear, knowing he, himself, wants nothing more than to do just that. He fingers you faster, curling them against your walls as the pads of his fingers reach areas you can’t. You moan louder, feeling your legs shake and he smirks. “I bet you taste so good.” he whispers and he pulls his fingers out of you and your panties. “Open.” he demands and you open your mouth, slightly sticking out your tongue and he puts his fingers into your mouth. You lick them as he shoves them a little deeper and then pulls them out, sliding the mixture of your spit and arousal on your bottom lip before he turns your head and kisses you, wanting to taste you. He licks your lip, he sucks your tongue, anything he can just to have you on his lips. He moans softly and pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips before breaking. He’s decided he needs more.

He runs his hand along your back, slightly pushing you so you bend over the bed. You can feel your heartbeat against the comforter of the bed. He pulls your jeans down to your ankles, biting his bottom lip as he grins at the full view of your ass on display. His eyes look over how soaked your panties are, feeling a sense of pride knowing he did it. He gently squeezes and kisses one side of your ass, playfully biting it and then realizes he likes the idea of him marking you like this. He bites it a little harder, you moaning and whining at the feeling, your fingers gripping onto the bed sheet. He grins, kissing his teeth marks before he pulls down your underwear, feeling as though he is looking at the gates of heaven itself, his eyes locking onto your pussy. He mumbles something to himself that you can’t hear, but you suddenly feel his tongue slide slowly along and in between your folds. Your mouth opens as you moan, feeling yourself clenching around nothing and he chuckles softly, licking his lips.

He can feel his cock twitch in his pants, more warm precum sticking to his thigh and underwear. He goes back in for more, low groans and moans coming deeply from his throat as he buries his face into your swollen pussy, covering his face in your slick. “You taste so fucking good.” he says with a raspy voice, the vibrations feeling as though they travel throughout your whole body as you moan, feeling his tongue lick feverishly. You feel yourself drool at how he spreads your legs more, his nose and tongue all pressing into you more, him hooking his arms under your thighs, his hands resting and squeezing your ass, raising your hips slightly as he licks and sucks your clit. His nose rubs between your swollen folds as you moan louder, gripping the sheets tighter. 

He licks faster, making out with your cunt as his tongue slips in and out of you. You let out a long moan, feeling as if your knees buckle, cumming all over his tongue, lips, chin, and nose. He moans into your pussy, licking up all of your release and he pulls away, looking at your glistening pussy, rubbing his fingers between your slit, spreading the mixture of his spit and your cum all over. His tongue licks his lips clean, reaching down to lick the part of his chin it can reach and he lets out a low groan, relishing in your taste. You whine as he gives a soft slap to your pussy, licking his fingers clean before using it to collect your cum from the rest of his face and licking that up as well. 

He flips you over, leaning down to kiss you again and you kiss him back eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands roam along the sides of your body, his right one moving up to your chest and groping your breast through your shirt, you moan and whine as he squeezes it tightly, palming and kneading it as he starts to kiss you roughly. His breaths are heavy and before he even knows what he’s doing, he rips your shirt open, his patience dwindling with each second that passes. He kisses down your throat and buries his face between your breasts, kneading them as he kisses between them. He squeezes and pushes them together, licking across them and switching between each one to leave kisses on. He pulls down the cups of the bra, your nipples hardening more from the sudden cold air hitting them as your breathing becomes shallow and you moan with how he is handling you. 

He flicks his tongue over your nipple, sucking and gently tugging at it with his teeth. His tongue swirls around your nipple, his hand squeezing the breast to fill more of his mouth as saliva runs down his chin. He moves and does the same with the other one and your chest rises and falls, moans escaping your lips. Your hand moves and tugs at his shirt, pulling the fabric up and he notices, moving away from you as he takes it off quickly. You feel yourself get even wetter at the sight of his toned arms and abs, looking over every curve of his upper body and he grins. He takes your hand and places it on his abs, moving it over them slowly and you both moan quietly to yourselves. He lets go of your hand and slides off his shoes, you taking the initiative to do the same. You both undress the rest of yourselves quickly and you feel yourself stop in your tracks when you see his long, thick cock slap against his abdomen. You clench around nothing as your eyes look over each vein, biting your bottom lip. 

You reach out, using your finger to slide it over his tip, collecting the precum. His breath gets caught in his throat as he watches you, as you also collect the precum from the side of his thigh. You bring your fingers to your lips, licking them slowly as you look up at him. He watches you intently, his eyes shifting from your fingers, to your tongue, to your lips, to your eyes. You let out a soft moan as you taste him, licking your fingers clean and he reaches out, his hand grabbing your chin and lifting your head up to look at him more. He looks down at you, grinning before kissing you, tasting him on your tongue; that fact alone made him feel proud. He pushes you back against the bed, positioning himself between your legs. He kisses your temple muttering a “thank you” before pushing himself into you. 

Your back arches slightly at the feeling, the pressure between your legs, the way that your walls mold and clench around his cock makes your head spin. You can feel the ridges of the veins in his cock grazing against them, making you clench tighter. He grits his teeth, cursing under his breath as he pushes himself fully into you. He moans and whines a little at the overwhelming feeling of you around him. His forehead rests on yours as he catches his breath, his hands wandering down the sides of your waist to your hips, gripping them tightly as he holds back the urge to cum. He thrusts slowly, sliding in and out of you, subtle squelching noises of your wetness coating his cock. This sound alone, however, causes him to go faster, moans spilling from your lips as the bed creaks harshly, the headboard hitting the wall. His grip becomes tighter and he clenches his jaw, letting out short breaths as he pulls away, watching your tits bounce with each thrust. He reaches and grabs one, playing with your nipple and fondling the breast, his eyes rolling back a bit as he moans. He fucks into you harder and faster, his hips meeting yours quickly, his balls slapping against your ass, the sound of your skin slapping, your moans becoming increasingly louder as your cunt swallows his cock each time he thrusts into it, his soft whines with short moans, and your arousal spreading between your thighs while getting on his drives him wild. 

He pulls out and you gasp at the empty feeling. He grabs your hips and flips you over, pushing your ass up and spreading your legs, sliding himself back in, pounding into you harder and faster. You moan–almost screaming–at the sudden change of pace, your face buried into the mattress as your body shakes. He moans, gripping your ass tightly as he uses that to keep him steady while he fucks you. You moan and scream his name into the mattress, making him moan in return. He grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head up from the mattress, making you moan and gasp.

“Scream it now.” he demands, fucking you deeper, his other hand reaching to rub circles on your clit hard and fast.

Your eyes roll back a bit and you comply, screaming his name, letting out a lewd moan afterwards as pleasure overtakes your body, your orgasm crashing down. You clench tightly around him, repeating his name over and over as you cum. That was all he needed and until now, he never realized that’s all he wanted. He thrusts harshly a few more times, going back to gripping your hips before moaning your name and pulling out. He pumps his cock a few times and flips you back over, you just giving in because your mind was blank at the moment. He moves up and moans deeply as he cums on your breasts, watching as the pearly white liquid spills on your nipples and the soft flesh, feeling warm and sticky on your skin.

He lets out a breath he seemed to be holding and kisses you. You kiss him back, sloppily, before he pulls away, moving to your chest. He kisses your nipples, a little bit of his cum on his lips before he licks it off. He uses his pointer and middle fingers to spread the cum around your nipples in a slow, circular motion, making you shiver. He smiles, and collects his cum onto his fingers off of your breasts. You open your mouth and he chuckles softly, sticking his fingers in your mouth as you suck and lick them.

“So good…so pretty…” he whispers to you. 

You blush a little and he pulls his fingers out. He moves off of you and you both just take some time to catch your breath. You sit up and you both look at each other before bursting out into laughter. You both calm down after a moment before getting up to put on your clothes, but after you put on everything but your shirt is when you realize you can’t. 

You glare at him, “Genius, what the hell am I supposed to wear?” you ask, holding up your ripped shirt.

He laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “Damn, my bad.” he looks around and then he takes off his shirt, handing it to you. You raise an eyebrow and take it, putting it on. He walks to the closet and just grabs a shirt from there, putting it on. “I’ll give it back later.” he says, to which you laugh. 

You both walk out of the room, seeing two of the frat boys Jake was talking to earlier. They smile smugly and whistle, cheering a bit and you roll your eyes. They give a thumbs up to Jake and he smiles a bit awkwardly before leaning to whisper in your ear, “Let’s get out of here.” You both walk silently as you leave the party. After a moment, he speaks, “Thanks…by the way…and I’ll buy you a new shirt and…I definitely owe you one.”

“You better get into this frat, I swear to God.”

He laughs, “Damn right.” he says as he nudges your arm and you nudge back. “So, how can I make this up to you?”

You think for a moment and then shrug. “It wasn’t all that bad.”

He scoffs, “Gee, thanks.”

You laugh, “You know what I mean.”

He smirks and looks at you. “You know…you look even hotter in my shirt.”

You roll your eyes and laugh. “What a random thing to say.”

He shrugs, “Maybe…we could do this again.”

You look at him, quiet for a moment. “...very funny.”

“I’m serious.” he says as he looks back at you. He smiles a bit and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Are you down or what?”

[kissami]

UN ÁNGEL- Cloud strife Headcanons

sum. Need boyfriend headcanons for cloud? SAY LESS.

warning: modern cloud, oc cloud srry I love him soft, might be a little self insert because of the stuff I like but that’s all

femreader! with she/her pronouns

song of the day: igual que un ángel - Kali uchis

boyfriend Cloud who knows your order by heart at your guys’ favorite coffee shop and no matter how many times he does it, it never fails to make you blush and impressed.

Boyfriend Cloud who never fails to make you ticklish especially during intimate moments that you can’t help but burst out laughing.

Boyfriend Cloud who sometimes can’t handle all the attention and affection so he distances himself but can’t help but miss you even more.

Boyfriend Cloud who loves picking you up from university on his motorcycle to show off especially knowing that Reno would be there. He is still very bitter that Reno was your first kiss in fifth grade and not him because he was too busy helping collect Tifa’s shopkins from the grass at recess.

Boyfriend Cloud who loves going to Aerith’s flower shop because he helps her make your bouquets extra pretty just for you. #bestfriendprivileges

boyfriend Cloud who has recurring nightmares of losing you to Sepiroth. No not the “I’ll steal your girl,” kind of way. More like he murders you and Aerith at the same time. Perhaps something from a past life?

Boyfriend Cloud who loves watching studio ghibli movies with you especially ponyo and spirited away. Let’s not get started on his love for Princess Mononoke.

Boyfriend Cloud who goes with you at the bookstore for now on to carry your books because he found out that a guy put his number inside of a book after catching it for you when you accidentally dropped it from your stack pile.

Boyfriend Cloud who’s COMPLETELY and UTTERLY obsessed with you. Not the annoying obsession, but the obsession that makes your tummy in knots and the cute things he loves to do for you. Whether it’s making you lunch for school/ work, leaving cute notes on your door handles, or literally dropping everything instantly for you when you call.

Boyfriend Cloud who hid in the bathroom after you guys had…yk…and too embarrassed to come out. If only he knew you were on the bed breathless and wanting more.

Boyfriend Cloud who baby trapped you. With a cat. Her names Honey and every time there’s an argument he uses her as an excuse to visit you. “We can’t let our cat have separated household problems,she needs both of her parents so please answer the door.”

Boyfriend Cloud who had no idea him getting a lip piercing would be in the way of kissing you for it to heal correctly. He ran out of the piercing shop and only agreed to come back to get a matching eyebrow piercing with you instead.

Boyfriend Cloud who not only made you a playlist, but this mf burned a cd for you, made tifa draw a one in a million piece of art for you for the cover, has a sticker of it on his car, and even bought a necklace that had the Spotify playlist code. So whenever a person flirts with him, he’ll hold it up and say, “scan this and read the description. That’ll be my answer for you.”

Boyfriend Cloud who didn’t understand why you were so obsessed with kpop, especially BTS. Him and jungkook have beef apparently. He also buys you albums all the time and even sacrifices himself to let you use his phone to make sure you guys get tickets to concerts.

Boyfriend Cloud who WILL call your work to call off. He doesn’t care, cuddles are more important.

Boyfriend Cloud who forces you to drink water whenever you hang. You always complain about headaches and he makes sure when you’re with him you’re hydrated.

Boyfriend Cloud who is addicted to Dr.Pepper. You gave him some when you two went to watch Barbie in the summer and it’s his holy grail. “We need to head to Costco, I ran out of my pepper.”

[starsluver]

Random Facts About the Slytherin Boys

Part 1

Mattheo Riddle

In the first year, no one believed that he was related to Voldemort. mainly because no one thought he'd have a child

He also fluently speaks Spanish since he was raised by his mother (ngl I believe that Mattheo is either Guatemalan, Mexican, Colombian, or Puerto Rican) cause his father didn't want anything to do with him until he got older

Had a side part phase for most of his first through fourth year because his mom liked it until his fifth year where he learned how to take care of his natural hair and he takes VERY big pride in it, he literally spends all his money and time on it and REFUSES to let anyone touch it.

He got the scar on his eyebrow from trying to give himself a slit eyebrow in his third year because he'd thought he'd look cool but ended up with a scar and his mom yelling at him but tells everyone he got it from a fight

He got the scar on his nose in his sixth year from banging his nose on a sink but tells everyone that he got from a fight with a guy from racenclaw (Theo's the only one that knows the truth)

Secretly a theatre kid

Has the messiest hand writing, literally no one can read it.

Silver Tooth Kid activities !!!!!!

He had perfect grades until 5th year when he started slacking off cause his dad would always pressure him to get good grades

had a THICK Spanish accent and was kind of used to get made fun of for it. He barely speaks it around people which is pretty much why most people completely forget he's Latino

Made friends with Blaise, Enzo, Theo, and Draco in that exact order

Blaise thought Mattheo looked like he was gonna cry when his mom dropped him off at the train station first year. so he and Mattheo played on his Nintendo DS the whole train ride

Enzo soon met Mattheo in their second year after Blaise introduced them.

Afterward, Enzo introduced Theo to Mattheo that same year. They bonded over the fact no one else understood what they were saying and that they had deadbeat dads

"Blaise, what are they saying?"

"Don't know but at least they're getting along!"

His middle name is Andrés

He grew up with two cats and a dog. He had a ginger cat named Garfield who died from obesity because Mattheo wouldn't stop feeding him table scraps. He currently still has a black cat who he named Loki until later on finding out it was a girl because she got pregnant and had kittens, renames her Kali (inspired by Kali Uchis 😛) he currently has a pitbull named Dodger

He met Draco through Blaise again

"why do you talk like that?"

"why does your face look like that?" In a HEAVY Spanish accent

Used to bite people he didn't like

Sassiest 1st year

He was so obsessed with death note in his third year that he'd put the names of people he didn't like in the book hoping they'd just randomly drop dead. (They didn't)

He had a crush on Padma Patil since his FIRST YEAR TO HIS SIXTH YEAR. And even thought of asking her to the yule ball until he realized she was going with Ron. He beat Ron up as soon as he found out and told him to stay away from his girlfriend. (He never even had a conversation with her)

Theodore Nott

He was SUCH a cute 1st year. All the older girls would tell him how cute he was and he thought he was sooooo cool.

Didn't know English until his second or third year and barely anyone understood what he was saying.

Enzo met Theo when he saw Theo alone on the train ride. Enzo showed Theo his Pokemon collection cause neither of them understood each other and Enzo was basically his only friend at the time.

"anch'io ho quella carta!"

"🤨🤨🤨"

Eventually Enzo introduced him to Blaise and Mattheo. Where him and Mattheo bonded the most

"è un tale sollievo che qualcuno mi capisca!"

"¿que es eso güey?"

Theo met Draco long after through Lorenzo again

"why can't anyone here speak proper English?!?"

"il furetto,"

"Ki sa l menm ap pale de?" (I feel like Blaise is Haitian on his mom's side idk why but I'll explain it in the next part!)

"pinche guëro"

He was named after his father and had two middle names. Niccolo and Brando (the real ones know)

He grew up in the country side of Italy and was a VERY energetic child

He started smoking after a random 5th year asked if he wanted a hit in his 1st year

Perfect grades and handwriting

He's secretly friends with Neville and Luna because they secretly sell weed on the side but also the fact that he was also a loner and refuses to let any of his friends bully them.

Had a crush on Ginny and thought of asking her to the yule ball until Mattheo told him she was dating Dean Thomas (he cried himself to sleep)

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Surprise Professor Professes Only Violence

For: Chrysanthemum9484

It doesn’t matter who Mr. Lancer picked to teach a class on ghosts, all the options lead to suffering. Danny just happens to be the option less damaging to everything and everyone around, much to his annoyance.

Danny’s a little concerned when Mr. Lancer all but corners him outside of social- what a dumbass class. Danny eyeing the man cautiously, “I swear I didn’t break anything today”.

Mr. Lancer shakes his head, huffing a little out of breath, before fixing his tie, “you’re not in trouble, not this time. However, seeing as you have a spare next I would like you to follow me”.

Oh zone what now? Did his parents drop something questionable off? Or was the guy trying to tutor him again? Were Sam and Tuck fighting again? Or did someone or something blow up his locker for the fifth time this month…

Danny sighs and follows, “what is it”; it’s not even a question, he’s resigned, defeated. His spare has so totally been lost. Ugh.

Mr. Lancer wastes no time in walking off, grabbing Danny’s arm because, as per usual, he doesn’t trust Danny to not just disappear on him. Reasonable honestly. “As you know, this town and school have had to make a few adjustments to deal with the ghost issues. One such adjustment is going to be a ghosts one oh one course-”. Holy shit finally, Danny was wondering when the school was gonna man up and do that. Knowing about ghosts in this haunted ass town was kinda super necessary. And he guesses that Mr. Lancer just wants Danny’s advice? Since Danny was a teen and not insane. “-it’s happening during fourth period-”. That’s this period isn’t it? Why does Danny have a bad feeling about this? “-and seeing as you are not insane or a government funded bigot, everyone agrees you should teach it”. Mr. Lancer coming to stop in front of a closed classroom door, looking at Danny now, “now knowing you, you’d skip town for a week to try and get out of this, and you respect me enough to not simply kick me in the knees and run. Just try alright? It’ll count towards your gpa if that gives you any incentive”, then turns back to the door, opens it, and basically shoves Danny inside. “I know you’ll do great!”. And… and the man has the fucking audacity to just up and leave!

What. The. Actual. Fresh. Fruity. Fuck.

Danny stands there in a wide stance, arms slightly away from his sides, and slowly looks at the goddamn class full of people. Fuck him so much. Fuck Lancer. What the zone man! Danny blinks harshly at everyone, “I’m gonna kill that man”.

Dale snorting at him, “ironic that the first thing you say in a ghost class involves murder”.

Emilie fiddling with her hair, “yeah and why’d he stick you here anyways? It’s not like you’d need to learn this”.

Todd snorting, “probably taking pity on him and giving him a free easy grade”.

Danny drops his arms and glares at Todd, “actually, he just shoved me in here to teach this damn thing”, sighing and rubbing a hand down his face, “hence why I now wanna kill him”.

Someone snorts, “sure. Right. He tOtAlLy DiD tHaT”.

But after a couple of seconds someone else shouts, “holy shit he actually did! The thing online just updated with him as the teachers name!”.

Everyone else just starts screaming and shouting and otherwise freaking out while Danny groans very deeply and moves to walk over to ‘his’ desk. Fuck his half life.

The worst thing was that he knows that he can’t just go crawling back to Mr. Lancer and claim he needs time to prepare. Since he knows that Lancer knows that that shit would be a goddamn lie. His parents have literally made him basically memorize presentations to give at ghost conventions. Danny absolutely can do this. He just really really doesn’t want to.

But…

Ugh. He needs to get that gpa of his up and Mr. Lancer’s a manipulative dick to bring that into this.

Danny wants to just lay on the desk and cry. He is absolutely beating Boxy through a tool shed whenever that guy shows up next. As it stands, he’s just going to slump down into the chair, put his elbows on the desk, and put his head in his hands. Grumbling through said hands loud enough that he knows he’s being heard, “look, okay, if any of you fuck up and fail this shit, thus hurting my grades or whatever, I will personally find and pay a ghost to haunt you”, sighing, “I do actually know how to give seminars, or whatever, on ghosts. And I know none of you fuckers go to goddamn ghost hunter conventions, since none of you have parents that force you to attend them, fuck every last one of you, so I can technically actually teach ya’ll shit; so sit down or stay seated or whatever, and shut up”.

“WOW, someone’s pissy”.

“I will kill you too, Todd”.

“Oh yeah? With what? Your noodle arms?”.

Danny lifts his head out of his hands, stares at the asshole, then starts digging through the desk. He’s not sure why but there’s a sledge hammer in the bottom drawer, it goes on the desk very loudly.

One of the freshman nerds blinks, “why was there a hammer in there?”.

Danny shrugs loosely, “I don’t know, I don’t care, but that can definitely breaks someone’s fingers so, you know. Threat stands”, clearing his throat, “okay so because the preparation time that I was given was precisely jack fuck all, I’m gonna run this shit like a convention panel. Just without any slides, yes I’ve had to make slides shut up or kill you, without all my funny jokes on them”.

Lindsey actually sags dramatically in relief, “oh thank Zone. Mr. Lancer managed to spare us”.

Danny standing up, grabbing the sledgehammer, and swinging it back and forth up in the air a bit, “hammer time threat stands”, puts the thing back down loudly, handle sticking up in the air, and moves to the fucking white board, “ya’ll get my jokes written all over this board now”.

Multiple people shout, “Lindsey!”, at the girl. Danny doesn’t care, Danny thinks his jokes are great. Promptly writing, ‘why did the ghost decide to start teaching? Because he’d heard it was going to be dead fun’; to a class of his groaning peers.

Turning back to everyone, “so since I should attempt to actually graduate, I’m gonna actually start this shit off but with something that’s gonna make all ya’ll suffer, ghost baby making! featuring The Box Ghost and The LunchLady”.

Everyone looks suitably disgusted with him. Multiple people shouting, “oh zone why!?!” and “you’re evil!”.

Does how ghosts have babies have anything to do with dealing with and surviving ghosts in this town? No, obviously not. Does he care? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

Mr. Lancer sticks his head in the room, eyeing the sledgehammer, “why is there a sledgehammer?”.

Danny snarking right back, “why was it in the drawer?”.

Mr. Lancer nodding a little, seceding that, “the janitor must have left it. How are you fairing?”.

Danny just glares at the man violently while Dale sticks up his hand, “Mr. Lancer, he keeps threatening to kill us”.

“Mr. Fenton!”.

“Bitch, you knew what you were doing”.

End.

Prompt: "The teachers of Casper High decide that assigning a student to teach a subject is the lesser evil considering that the other options are a pair of insane scientists and a bunch of government cuckoos. Or in other words, Danny ends up teaching Ghosts 101."

[shun-nie]

Gojo Satoru x reader x Geto Suguru

->you guys are chilling in your room.

!!!!!reader is a grade 1 sorcerer, Gojo and Geto being fools around you. Fluff, mentions of getting hurt.

"So, how did the last mission go?" Suguru asks, sitting at the floor since an annoying 6'3 white haired dumbass is taking the whole bed.

"It was fine, Utahime cried on me though." Y/N replies with a bored tone, she was reading a book, a book about murder to be exact. Suguru hums and smiles, it was the book he picked while you guys were out the other day.

"Don't act like you don't care, Y/N~ You always comfort her when she cries!" Satoru says and laughs loudly, stickin his tongue out when you glared a him.

"Your point is? You always whine on me and I have to shut you up everytime."

"Hey!!"

"Y/N is right, Satoru."

"You always back them up! It's not fair!!" Satoru crosses his arms and turns his back to you and Suguru.

Suguru sighs and turns his gaze over Satoru to you. Watching you close your book and stand up from your seat, walking over to your bed and sitting next to Satoru who was still laying down with his back facing you two.

"Hey, don't ignore us now. You'll probably give in and talk to us after 5 minutes anyway." Suguru chuckles as he watches you both. Satoru doesn't say anything, you roll your eyes and place your hand on his head. playing with his snow white locks, he told you many times that he likes it when you play with his hair.

"Just beacuse we team up to bully you doesn't mean we don't love you, 'toru." Satoru turned to you quickly, a childish grin on his face.

"So you admit you love me?"

"Yes, I love you."

Satoru hugs you tightly, making you groan and pat his back. Suguru watched the scene in amusement, you're a difficult person. That's for sure. If you loved someone, you would care for them and make them see that you loved and cared for them deeply, but you'd never tell it with words. The first time you actually said that you love and care for both Satoru and Suguru, they were shocked. Never did they thought they would hear those words from you. Suguru smiled at the memory, standing up and prying Satoru away from you.

"Hey!" Satoru glared at Suguru, making Suguru shrug.

"Thanks Sugu'." you said and smiled slightly, Suguru smiled back and sat next to you on bed.

"I heard you got an injury from the last mission." Suguru said quietly, Satoru's eyes widened at the information as he lokks over you.

You stayed silent. It was true you got injured, it was serious too, but you didn't want to tell them beacuse tey would worry.

"That's why Utahime cried, right? She was telling Shoko about how she thought you died beacuse of her." Suguru continued, both of their eyes were on you. You sighed and nodded.

"Why didn't you tell us--" a very angry Satoru started but Suguru placed his hand on his shoulder, making him shut up.

"It was a deep scar, but I was fine. I didn't want you guys to worry about me. So I didn't brought it up." you finally replied, voice calm and steady.

They both frowned at your answer.

"This is literally the fifth time."

"You think it's better if we found out like this?"

"You would actually kill us if we did the same thing but you're doing it yourself?"

"Show us the scar."

"Yeah, show us the scar."

You sighed and stood up, lifted your shirt up to show the scar on your back.

You heard Satoru's gasp and Suguru's sigh. They probably won't let you go out of your room for the next 10 days.

"Y/N. I'm sorry but you call this scar a nothing?"

"This will probably leave a scar."

You could hear their worried tone, you frowned. This is exactly why you didn't tell them. They worry too much.

"Relax, I'm fine. Better than ever." You turned to them, Satoru rolled his eyes and Suguru shaked his head.

"i'M FiNe. No you're fucking not. Get on the bed. You have to cuddle us as a punıshment."

"Damn, chill. Fine, I'll cuddle your nasty ass." you said and sat on the bed, opening your arms as they got comfortable with you in their arms.

.

.

"NEVER hide things from us again." -Satoru

"I agree with Satoru on this one." -Suguru

"Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and sleep." -Y/N

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[isabelckl]

Southside Carl ✶⋆.˚ Interlude: Fifth Grade

carl gallagher x new neighbor!reader

synopsis: moving to Southside Chicago wasn’t part of the plan, but it happened fast after your dad lost his job. What started as a boring summer turned into years of growing up alongside the Gallagher chaos, becoming best friends with Debbie—and something more complicated with Carl Gallagher.

Masterlist ♤

A/N: This flashes back to fifth grade. messy, awkward time where things first started to shift.

genre: angst, slow burn, enemies (friends) to lovers, teen fic, coming of age

⤷ · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

Detention wasn’t on your schedule. Not today. Not ever.

And yet here you were—elbows on the desk, cheek resting against your palm, doing your best not to make eye contact with the flickering fluorescent lights or the ticking clock that felt like it was mocking you with every second.

You weren’t even the one who did anything.

But none of that mattered to Mr. Dunlap. He walked into class, saw the stink bomb already rolling under the desk, and then looked right at you like it made perfect sense. Like you were finally showing your true colors.

Never mind that you were frozen in your seat, mid-sentence in your stupid group project, or that your lab partner—Carl Gallagher—was nowhere to be found when the stink hit the fan. All it took was your name being next to his on the project sheet.

You tried to explain. Told them it wasn’t you. That you didn’t even know where Carl was during the second half of class.

But Dunlap wasn’t having it. “You were responsible for the materials. The project was under your name. Take accountability.”

Accountability. Like you were supposed to babysit Carl and finish the assignment and dodge the social suicide of being the only one who actually cared about your grades.

So now you were here. In detention. With gum stuck to the underside of your desk, a cracked window that didn’t open all the way, and a teacher too checked out to even notice if you slipped out the back door.

You were halfway through your mental list of “reasons I should drop out and join the circus” when the classroom door creaked open.

And of course. Of course.

Carl Gallagher walked in like he was late to a party, hoodie slung halfway off his shoulder, that same smug look painted across his face like graffiti on a train.

Your jaw tightened.

He wasn’t on the detention list. You knew he wasn’t, because you checked—twice. He wasn’t supposed to be here. This wasn’t even his punishment. It was yours.

And yet, he slid right into the desk next to you like it was reserved.

“Seriously?” you hissed under your breath as he dropped into the seat.

He shrugged. “Heard you were in here.”

You stared at him.

“Decided to join.”

“You what?”

Carl grinned, leaning back like this was fun for him. “Figured if I’m the reason you got screwed, might as well suffer with you. Solidarity, y’know?”

You blinked at him. “You’re insane.”

He tipped his head. “You’re not denying it.”

You rolled your eyes and turned back toward the front, jaw clenched. This was peak Carl. Absolute disaster energy.

There was a beat of silence. Then a quiet flick.

You glanced down. He had slipped a folded piece of paper across your desk.

You hesitated, then opened it.

“Could’ve warned you I left the stink bomb in my hoodie pocket. Thought you saw me switch bags.”

You picked up your pen, scribbled under it.

“I was doing the worksheet. Like a normal human being. What part of this is funny to you?”

He wrote back.

“The part where you’re here and I get to bother you.”

“You’re literally the worst.”

“No, that guy in second period who eats his erasers is the worst. I’m like... top five, max.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling. But he noticed. Of course he did.

Another note slid your way.

“You looked mad earlier. Like, actually mad.”

You scribbled.

“Because I was. I am.”

“Didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”

You paused, rereading that line. It felt too direct. Too real.

When you looked up at him, he wasn’t smiling anymore.

Just watching you. Steady. Unblinking.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you muttered.

He blinked. “Like what?”

“Like you didn’t just explode my afternoon and get me detention for something you did.”

Carl leaned in slightly, chin resting on his folded arms. “Didn’t think you’d actually get blamed.”

“Well, I did.”

He nodded slowly. “That’s messed up.”

You were about to snap back—sarcastic, sharp, something that would make him shut up—but then he added, quieter:

“I told Dunlap it was me. Said I’d left something in your bag. But he said it was too late. Already logged.”

You froze.

“…You did?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged again, casual, like it didn’t matter. “He said I could serve it anyway if I felt guilty.”

You stared at him, throat tightening with something you didn’t have a name for.

Carl Gallagher didn’t do guilt. He did chaos. He did wild stunts and dumb grins and running from responsibility like it owed him money.

But here he was. Serving detention next to you. Voluntarily.

“…That’s stupid,” you said finally. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He looked at you, a smirk ghosting across his lips.

“You think I wanna spend an hour with a bunch of mouth-breathers in the courtyard?”

You stared.

He grinned. “At least here I get to bother you and steal your snacks.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time it came with a small, involuntary smile.

The school hallway was almost silent by the time detention ended—just the low buzz of flickering lights and the occasional shuffle of a janitor cart echoing in the distance.

You stepped out of the classroom, shoulders tense, backpack slung low and heavy on your spine. Your name was still scribbled on the detention sheet for something you didn’t even do—and even though Carl sat through it with you, he hadn’t looked even a little guilty.

He was waiting by the water fountain, messing with the spout, trying to spray it sideways like some bored kindergartener. When he saw you, he grinned like nothing happened.

“You're welcome,” he said, casually tossing a rubber band at your chest.

You stopped walking. “For what? Getting me detention?”

“For making it less boring,” he shrugged, falling into step beside you like it was natural. “Could’ve let you suffer alone.”

You rolled your eyes, too tired to argue. The day had been long, and your patience had been thin even before the teacher decided you were the one who planted the stink bomb during science experiment.

“What’s your problem, anyway?” you muttered, tugging your backpack strap tighter. “Do you just like dragging people into your chaos?”

He smirked. “Nah. Just you.”

You looked at him. He looked back. For once, he didn’t smirk wider. Just held your gaze for a beat too long, then turned and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“C’mon,” he said. “Take the shortcut.”

“That’s not the way to my house.”

“It’s still faster.”

“I literally live across the street from you.”

“Exactly,” he said, grinning. “We’ll get there together. Like neighbors.”

You hesitated, then sighed and started walking. But before you could even take five steps, Carl suddenly yanked your backpack strap from your shoulder.

“Hey!” you said, half-turning. “Give it back!”

“Nope.” He slung it over his own shoulder with ease, ignoring your glare. “You’re tired. And you looked like you were gonna tip over. I’m doing you a favor.”

“I didn’t ask for a favor.”

“You also didn’t ask for detention, and yet—here we are.”

You tried grabbing it back, but he twisted away and started walking faster.

“Carl,” you warned.

He looked over his shoulder. “What?”

“Give me my bag.”

He stopped, turned around, and raised his brows. “Say please.”

You stared at him, unamused.

He gave you the most smug, awful grin.

“Fine,” you muttered. “Carry it, then. But if you drop it, I’m putting gum in your hoodie.”

Carl beamed like you’d just declared your love.

“You’re so sweet to me.”

“Shut up.”

The shortcut was more of a back alley behind the strip of old garages, cutting between houses and popping out onto your block. You’d walked it before, but only in the daytime. Now, with the sky turning burnt orange and the streetlights flickering on, it felt a little different. Quieter.

Carl kicked a soda can down the path like a soccer ball. You watched it rattle forward, bounce off a fence, and roll into a puddle.

“You ever think about not being such a menace?” you asked after a while.

“All the time,” he said. “Doesn’t stick.”

You laughed. You didn’t mean to, but you did—and Carl glanced overl. Like he was surprised by you. Like you weren’t someone he could just poke fun at anymore.

“I didn’t even do anything,” you muttered. “And I still got detention.”

Carl didn’t say anything at first. Just pulled a bag of chips from his hoodie pocket and held it out to you.

You looked at him.

“What?”

“I’m not eating your alley pocket chips.”

“They’re hoodie chips. Relax.”

You snorted. But you took one.

He bumped your shoulder. “I didn’t mean for you to get caught. I swear.”

“You never mean it,” you said, licking salt from your fingers. “That’s the problem.”

“Yeah, well... You looked like you needed a break from being a goody-goody.”

You gave him a flat stare. He grinned again, boyish and sharp.

A few minutes passed. The sun dipped lower. Carl walked beside you, surprisingly quiet. Just chewing. Thinking. Then he said,

“You didn’t have to stay, you know. In detention.”

“I didn’t have a choice.”

“You kinda did.”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you kicked the can he’d been dribbling and watched it clatter down the alley.

“Why’d you come?” you asked. “You didn’t get caught. I was the only name on the list.”

He shrugged, like it was nothing. “Felt like it.”

You stopped walking.

He did too, slowly, like he realized you weren’t following.

“You got yourself in trouble,” you said, “on purpose.”

Carl looked back at you, turning his whole body.

“Maybe,” he said. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. You’ve got that look—like I’m some tragic raccoon or something.”

You huffed. “That’s specific.”

“Yeah, well,” he looked at you now, lips twitching, “I know your looks.”

The air was suddenly... different. Still.

He took a step forward, then adjusted your backpack higher on his shoulder like it was his all along.

“Anyway. You’re welcome.”

“Um I'm not exactly thankful.”

“For not letting you be alone, dummy.”

You wanted to say something back—something sharp, something clever—but nothing came. So you just walked beside him the rest of the way in silence.

And when you reached your block, the streetlights had blinked on. Reaching the corner where you usually split ways, Carl paused, then handed you your backpack without a word.

You stared at him. He scratched the back of his neck.

“Next time,” he said, avoiding your eyes, “just throw the stink bomb before the teacher walks in. Rookie mistake.”

You didn’t smile. But you didn’t stop him when he smirked and jogged off down the block, hoodie flapping behind him, already yelling something crude at a passing car.

And you stood there, for a second too long, wondering why your chest felt kind of warm.

Like maybe—just maybe—you weren’t so mad after all.

It was freezing in the classroom. The heating barely worked, and the windows let in more wind than they kept out. You sat curled into yourself, arms crossed tight, trying to take notes without letting your teeth chatter too loudly.

Across the room, Carl sat in his usual slouch—looking completely unaffected. Probably because he never followed the dress code and always wore that stupid hoodie with the sleeves chewed up and the words half faded.

During group work, the teacher made everyone switch partners. You ended up with some kid who kept talking about Minecraft and forgot his pencil. Carl got stuck with the girl who wore glitter eyeshadow and always called him “Gallagross.”

Halfway through the worksheet, your nose was running, your fingers numb. You sniffled and rubbed your hands together. Then, out of nowhere, something landed on your desk.

Carl’s hoodie.

You blinked.

“What,” you said flatly, looking up at him.

He didn’t look at you. Just muttered, “You’re shaking. You’re annoying when you’re cold.”

You stared.

“Take it or don’t,” he added, already walking back to his seat.

It smelled like smoke and bubble gum, but you tugged it on anyway. It was warm. Way too big, but warm.

You didn’t say thank you.

But that was the first time you stopped wishing he’d disappear entirely.

The final bell rang. Chairs scraped back. Everyone shoved notebooks into bags and made a run for it.

Carl was out the door before the teacher even finished their last sentence. Typical.

You moved slower, mostly because your bones still felt like ice cubes. As you swung your bag over your shoulder, you noticed something on Carl’s chair.

A beat-up notebook.

The cover was half-ripped, corners bent, and someone—probably Carl himself—had drawn a stick figure getting eaten by a monster on the front. You grabbed it, sighing. He’d probably accuse you of stealing it tomorrow if you didn’t bring it back.

Outside, the sky had gone from gloomy to apocalyptic. Wind howled through the parking lot, and a second later, rain came hammering down like it had been waiting for the exact moment you stepped out.

You ducked under the stairwell ledge out front, shaking water from your sleeves. The jacket—his jacket—was still wrapped around you.

A few seconds later, Carl appeared, hoodie-less, dripping wet.

“Nice,” he said dryly, shaking his head like a dog. “You jinxed it.”

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

He flopped onto the bottom step, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his chin there. You stayed at the top, hugging your bag.

The rain came down harder.

You tried not to feel bad about the jacket. Really, you did. It was his fault for giving it to you. And besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t make your life hell on a weekly basis. If anything, this was interest.

Still, when he sneezed into his sleeve, you winced.

You sat on the top step of the stairwell, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, knees tucked up to your chest. The rain hit the metal door a floor below like tiny pebbles, steady and annoying. You didn’t want to admit you were cold again. Especially not while wearing Carl Gallagher’s hoodie.

He was sitting a few steps down, elbows on his knees, head leaned back like he’d melt into the concrete. He hadn’t said anything since the “You jinxed it” comment. Just sat there, half-shivering and pretending he wasn’t.

Your eyes drifted to the notebook in your lap—the one he’d left behind in class like it meant nothing. The cover was scuffed and bent, and the edges were soft from being shoved into a backpack too many times. You flipped it open.

The first page was chaos.

Scribbles, mostly. Some doodles of knives. A very crude drawing of someone falling down stairs labeled “Mr. Reyes when he doesn’t give Carl extra time on tests.” A page with nothing but the word “ASSHOLE” in different fonts. Another with a list:

Debbie owes me 4 dollars

Get back at the chick for calling me Gallagross

Punch Ian (lovingly)

Ask that new girl if she’s scared of possums

You snorted.

“Are you seriously reading my stuff right now?” Carl said, not even looking up.

“It was just sitting there.”

“Yeah. 'Cause I forgot it. That’s not an invitation.”

You flipped another page, ignoring him. This one was… different.

There was a sketch of a dog—kind of boxy, kind of cute—with the name “Meatball” written in all caps underneath. The dog had a speech bubble that said “Screw school.” You almost smiled.

Another page had a drawing of a fridge with a lock on it and the words “REAL FOOD” scrawled across the door. Below that, there was a weird list:

A house with no yelling

A TV that works

Shoes that match

A dog (Meatball)

Some girl to shut up for five seconds maybe

You paused.

Carl finally turned his head. “That’s, like… old. From summer.”

You didn’t say anything. You just gently closed the notebook and placed it between you on the step.

“You’re annoying when you’re nosy,” he muttered.

“You’re annoying when you breathe,” you shot back.

He huffed a laugh but didn’t argue.

Before either of you could say something else, the door creaked open and a teacher poked her head in—Ms. Appleton, the sub who always wore weird earrings shaped like vegetables.

“Oh! You two are still here?” she blinked. “Did you miss your bus?”

You and Carl said absolutely nothing.

Ms. Appleton gave you both a look and tapped the wall. “Well, don’t stay too long or you’ll get locked in. Also—Carl, no graffiti this time.”

“I didn’t do that one,” Carl said, which probably meant he definitely did.

She left. The door slammed shut behind her.

Carl leaned back again with a sigh. “Great. Now she’s gonna tell Lip I’m ‘loitering.’”

You didn’t reply. You just stared at the rain and hugged your knees tighter.

It was still raining when the last bell echoed faintly through the halls. You peeked out the doors, the hoodie pulled over your head like it could somehow transform into an umbrella.

“Great,” you muttered.

Carl stood behind you, hands shoved in his pockets. He looked just as thrilled about it as you did. His hair was already damp, little curls sticking to his forehead.

You glanced sideways. “No umbrella?”

He gave you a look like you’d just asked if he owned a yacht.

You both stood there for a second, watching the rain soak the cracked pavement and flood the corners of the sidewalk.

“Well,” you sighed, pulling the hoodie tighter, “guess I’ll just swim home.”

Carl snorted. “You’d drown in like two inches of water.”

“Says the kid who eats glue.”

“That was one time, and it was experimental.”

You shook your head and took a step out. Cold raindrops immediately slapped your face like nature itself had beef. You froze, turned around, and walked right back inside.

Carl grinned, smug. “Told you.”

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, dripping.

He looked out again, then shrugged. “Wanna race to the bodega on the corner?”

“You’ll probably trip on purpose and pretend I pushed you.”

“No promises.”

But you were both too cold to wait any longer, so you did it—you ran for it. You didn’t even make it halfway before your shoes were soaked and Carl stepped in a puddle the size of a baby pool and screamed something like “I HATE CHICAGO” with all the passion of a war general.

You ducked under a tiny awning together, both panting, soaked, shivering, and looking like soggy raccoons.

Carl pushed his wet bangs out of his face. “You stole my hoodie and made me get hypothermia. You’re literally a villain.”

“You said take it!”

“Yeah, well, now I’m filing a complaint.”

You both stood there, not moving, rain pounding down around you like static.

And for one weird second, it felt... not awful.

He shook out his arms and said, “Wanna go halfsies on a bag of chips?”

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t even have money, do you?”

Carl grinned. “Nope. Thought you might.”

Typical.

You were still scowling at him when he suddenly turned and started walking down the street without a word. For a second, you just stood there, rain drizzling down your sleeves, unsure if you were supposed to follow. Then Carl glanced back, eyes softer now—almost like a dare, almost like an invitation.

“You coming?” he asked.

It’s cold, the air sharp and biting, but you find yourself trailing behind him anyway. He walks with purpose, like he’s got somewhere to be, but doesn’t say much. You’re a few steps behind, not quite catching up to him, your feet dragging through the wet streets. The rain has slowed, but the puddles have doubled in size.

He leads you down a familiar alley behind a run-down corner store. It’s the kind of alley you’d avoid, but Carl seems like he knows this place too well.

“Wait here,” he tells you as he ducks behind a dumpster, and for a second, you’re genuinely confused.

Before you can finish the thought, Carl’s back out, holding a cardboard box, and he’s looking way too pleased with himself. “Check this out.”

You blink. “What, like some secret stash?”

He shrugs like it’s not a big deal. “Sorta.”

You stare at the box in his hands. When he pulls the top off, you see what’s inside: a collection of random, probably stolen, items. You try to hide your surprise as Carl pulls out a squashed action figure with a missing arm.

“This is what you do with your free time?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Carl shoots you a half-smile, almost shy for a second. “I like to think of it as… treasure hunting.”

He digs deeper into the box and pulls out a set of broken walkie-talkies and a slingshot with a couple of rocks stuffed inside. There’s also a scribbled-up notebook with crayon drawings that look suspiciously like stick figures of his siblings. He holds it out to you like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

“You think I’m gonna end up in jail, don’t you?”

The question’s so casual, it throws you off for a second. You blink, taken aback by how serious his tone suddenly is. “Uh… I don’t know. Why?”

He gives a little shrug, almost like he’s trying to act nonchalant. “I guess I just end up with stuff like this, and... well, I don’t know. It’s dumb.”

You glance at the random assortment of junk, and then at Carl. For a second, he seems a little less... Carl. A little more like a regular kid who’s just trying to keep everything together.

“It’s not dumb,” you say quietly, but Carl doesn’t look at you when you say it. He’s already stuffing the notebook back into the box, closing it up with one quick motion.

“Whatever. Let’s go to our house. You owe me pizza,” he adds, as if the moment never happened.

You hesitated, but only for a beat. Showing up to your place soaked to the bone wasn’t exactly appealing—your dad would ask questions you didn’t feel like answering. And honestly? The idea of drying off somewhere that wasn’t freezing cold didn’t sound half bad.

So when Carl jerked his head toward the corner and started walking, you fell into step beside him.

The walk back to Carl’s place is quick, your shoes splashing in the wet streets, but you can’t seem to shake off the weird feeling. Something about that moment with the junk box and his sudden vulnerability had you thinking, but Carl doesn’t give you much time to ponder.

When you get to the Gallagher house, you’re immediately hit with the familiar chaos. You stop just outside the door, looking at Carl. “So, uh, I’m just supposed to, what, walk in?”

He shoots you a grin that says it all. “Yep. Welcome to the circus.”

You step inside, and it's like walking into an entirely different world. The living room is a mess of toys, broken furniture, and the faint smell of burnt food. Liam’s in the corner, sobbing quietly while clutching a stuffed animal. Fiona’s running around with her hair a mess, trying to cook dinner while answering a call, and Lip is passed out on the couch, textbook splayed across his chest like he’s been sleeping in the middle of a lecture.

Debbie, however, is the one who greets you first. “Well, look who decided to show up,” she says with a raised eyebrow, her hands full of what looks like a failed attempt at a craft project. “You need a towel or something?”

You nod, but before she can go grab you one, Carl’s already tossing you a ratty towel from a pile in the corner. “You’ll live.”

You take the towel, awkwardly drying your hair as Carl makes his way over to Liam, who’s still crying. You overhear Carl telling him, “I swear, if I catch you crying again, I’m taking your toys and throwing them out the window.”

Liam looks at Carl, sniffling, then slowly nods, wiping his eyes.

You can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Here you are, sitting in a house that could easily be the set of a sitcom, Carl Gallagher—wild, unpredictable Carl—acting like a weird mix of caretaker and troublemaker.

“Thanks for the towel,” you say, feeling a bit weird about it. He doesn’t respond, just leans against the wall, clearly not interested in a thank-you.

And then, in the middle of everything, you catch Carl looking at you for a moment. His eyes soften just a bit, but then he quickly looks away, like he didn’t want you to notice.

But you did.

[urfavluvergirl]

+2 - all of the girls you loved before au

AU masterlist - you can find other stuff under #🪼opheliajones

The fabulous four have a game night, and UNO maybe starts getting a little too serious

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I started writing this a week ago after everyone signed and debuted so...enjoy some fun times from like the best era of bc hockey ever.

wc: 1.1k

things to look out for: swearing

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Soft rain pattered against the window of Gabe and Will’s dorm, it was dusk, and Ophelia was sitting on the floor of their dorm. Wrapped up in Ryan’s hoodie (which was totally accidental by the way, it’s not her fault she dressed for 80 degree weather and then it started raining in the middle of the day.) trying to hide her cards from Will, who kept sneaking glances.

“It’s not fair she keeps winning!!” Will cried, as an excuse.

“I’m just better.” Ophelia taunted back, and earned an eye roll from Will. “Why are you being so sassy?”

“I’m not being sassy! YOU’RE the one who keeps cheating!” Will bickered.

“Cheating?! You keeping looking at my fucking cards!” 

Ryan and Gabe just gave each other a look, trying to hide their smiles.

“It’s UNO, it’s literally not that serious?” Ophelia argued again.

Will just huffed and placed down a +2.

“Oh okay, well I can do that too, idiot.” Ophelia said and placed down another +2.

Gabe grabbed 4 cards and added them to his already large handful. 

“Your arguing is negatively affecting me, you know.” Gabe sighed.

“Sorry.” Will mumbled and Ophelia gave him a pointed look.

“Blame him, not me.” Ophelia murmured.

“You’re delusional.” Will replied, not noticing that Ryan placed down a skip. “Oh dude, come on!” 

“I had to get rid of my card.” Ryan shrugged.

“Yeah just all turn on me, why don’t ya?” Will mumbled.

“Don’t bring me into your beef!” Gabe exclaimed for what felt like the millionth time.

“It’s really one sided though.” Ophelia gave Will a side eye.

Ryan hummed at that, which as a response earned him a kick in the shin.

“Don’t injure me before our game, idiot.” Ryan huffed.

“You’re such a baby,” Will said. “I bet it doesn’t even bruise.”

“I’ll give you a bruise.” Ryan replied.

“Do I seriously have to separate you both?” Gabe asks, feigning disappointment.

“You’d think we’re in like, third grade because of how childish you’re acting right now.” Ophelia sighs and places down a blue card. 

The game continues on without a hitch after that, minus the usual banter when someone places down a special card or changes the color to the worst possible one. 

Halfway through the fifth game though, sure enough Ophelia feels Will’s eyes are her cards.

“Will, I’m actually going to kill you.” 

And she doesn’t even look at him, she doesn’t have to to see the tendrils of embarrassment make their way up onto his face.

“I think you’re going crazy.” 

Ophelia looked up and squinted her eyes at him, studying him to make him nervous.

“You’re red.” She started. “And you look like you’re sweating.”

“You’ve won too many times!” Will cried.

“That’s why we need to team up and stop her dumbass.” Ryan piped up from his spot on the floor.

Ophelia rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, you’ve been too quiet lately.”

“Of course you would know that.” Gabe mumbled under his breath and Ryan hit him in the shoulder, cheeks pink.

“Well yeah, we’ve known each other for years.”

The joke flew over Ophelia’s head, which caused Gabe to look over at Ryan, who was trying to ignore him. 

Maybe it was a good thing, or maybe it really showed that Ophelia saw Ryan as just a friend. 

“UNO!” Ophelia called placing down her second to last card.

“Guys what are we doing?” Will asks, trying his best to wordlessly coordinate what color they should change it to.

Ryan looked over at Gabe, and then Will. Wordlessly agreeing what to change the color too.

Red.

What a stupid mistake.

Ophelia placed down a red 2 before pumping her arms up in success.

“Lets go! You guys suck!” She cheered and Will rolled his eyes in disappointment.

Gabe didn’t really care, he knew he wouldn’t win anyways with Will and Ryan’s larger than life and competitive personalities. 

Ryan just smirked, more happy that she won than the fact that he lost brutally.

“I hate this game.” Will pouted.

“Buddy you literally suggested UNO.” Ryan deadpanned, Gabe and Ophelia laughed.

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The rain became heavier and the sky got darker when Ophelia decided it was probably time to head back to her dorm.

Ryan walked her back because he wasn’t an asshole and maybe he just wanted to spend time alone with her, after Will practically hogged her.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved Will like a brother but he couldn’t talk to Ophelia all night, and the claws of jealousy were squeezing his heart like crazy. Obviously Will wasn’t going to do anything, which confused him on why he got so possessive. 

Yes, Ryan liked her. Maybe love? But Will knows she’s his. 

His..? 

“You okay Ry?” 

Ophelia snaps him out of it as she climbs the steps of the building that houses her dorm, because her iy isn’t far from his and his silence is probably starting to creep her out.

“Yeah, why?” He’s totally stuttering.

“You seemed quiet today.” She said, piggybacking off of what she had said earlier during the game.

“Just locked in, I guess.” He tried joking, he also tried to usher her inside her dorm building and hide away from the rain, or distract her in the process.

“Yeah I don’t think you were.” She stood defiantly, and the top of her head started to become damp from the rain.

“Come on Phia, it’s getting cold.” He tried to reason.

“You act like I don’t swim in the Atlantic Ocean for fun in March.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Fine!” He exclaimed, rubbing his face harshly. 

The rain picked up faster, heavier drops that soaked through clothing. 

“It’s just…well it’s just Will.” He sighed.

“What about him?” She asked.

“It’s just… well…I think I’m jealous.” He started, face flushed in embarrassment and nails digging into his palms.

“About what?” She asked.

He couldn’t tell her.

“I think I’m just trying to make up for lost time, I didn’t like it when you were with Will.” He said, and that was definitely true, but it wasn’t the main reason. She couldn’t know yet.

“Oh Ry…” She whispered, her hands–shaking a bit now as if she was nervous– reached out and held his shoulders comfortingly. “I understand, I promise we can spend time together…just the two of us.”

Ryan gave her a weak smile.

“Yeah…come on, you should get inside your dorm before you get soaked.” He tried joking.

She hummed in agreement, patting the top of her head to see how damp it was.

“You too, can’t have you get a cold for gameday.” She teased.

He let out a laugh and watched her turn around, but not before looking back at him and winking.

He laughed, watching her scan her student ID and go inside. Pausing a few moments and letting the rain calm down his red hot blush before heading back to his dorm.

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I don't mean to keep talking about work shit but I'm back in that place where I like what I do and want to continue to do it, but there are parts of it that are starting to wear on me personally.

Work bitching under the cut.

We have a whole new crew this season except for me. And my boss is getting more stressed out because of her bosses, which means that when the new crew has questions it falls to me. Which is fine- the person who trained me was real knowledgeable and I'm decent at coming up with solutions to problems on my own.

The new people think I'm 'very chill.' But the truth is that most of the problems they're fussing over are things that I've encountered before and I know how to solve them or who to call if I can't. Sometimes my solutions aren't perfect and the overhead bosses notice that we had to rig something.

My immediate boss wants perfection. I told her that I can't promise that. She still thinks that I can do that, but I've never been a perfectionist. She will show you every hair out of place, every wrinkle in every collar, every misplaced crop.

Well?

Our subjects are children and children are imperfect. I didn't wash my hair for a year in fifth grade because I had constant earaches and didn't want to get my head wet. Sometimes kids are just funny looking- they make weird faces when you tell them to smile, they bug their eyes out, they don't sit still. Like I'm sorry, parents, that your kid doesn't sit with perfectly placed hands and a natural smile- but that's your goofy kid. Love and cherish their goofy years.

With most kids, I have a few tricks for getting them to fix their shirts and hair, get into the correct pose, and somewhat approaching a natural picture smile. But when you're doing 60 subjects a minute, some of them are not going to be perfect.

Yesterday I had a student who was special needs, did not like to be touched, and had specific wants for her photo. Her mother died last month and she wanted a photo of her holding the locket with her picture in it. Its the cutest photo ever.

They'll see that I went off-book. They'll see that her skirt isn't perfectly pleated. They'll see that she has some stray hairs.

I made an accommodation for this child. I accepted that we weren't going to get it perfect, but we were going to get a photo that her grandparents were going to cherish forever. Its truly an adorable photo. If I waited for perfect, I wasn't gonna get it.

Another kid was having a bad day. She was crying. I had to take her picture while she was crying, which is insult to injury for a kid who is having an internal crisis. We weren't going to get perfect.

I instruct the special needs teachers to send their kids to me because I'm very patient and I know some tricks and I know my equipment and I know how to make some adjustments to make it easier that some of my new photographers might not. I may not get perfect. I hope for happy, I hope for 'looking at the camera.' Its a win if I get both.

When I'm doing yearbook candids, I do fast and good. I have a system that allows me to take a rather high volume of decent photos that I know will look good in a yearbook without interrupting a class to get them. You literally can't get perfect here except on accident. They're kids in their natural environment.

When I'm doing sports candids I aim for volume. I know where to stand to get the best shots. If I take enough pictures, occasionally I get a really good one. But I don't look for perfect. I can't be like 'hey basketball dude, could you twist your hips a little bit to get that flattering curve of your spine?' Not happening.

I learned to work fast because I am being asked to do multiple things within a short time frame, so I learned how to process tasks in an efficient way: learning the typical building layout to minimize my workload and prepare for certain hiccups that happen often.

I mention them to the new people. I tell them that I am good and fast because I have done these things for three years and I am familiar with thinking on my feet. Often, I have to get things done quickly so that I can go help the new photographers who are struggling. If they prefer to go slow and focus on details first, that's fine. I will focus on volume and speed, I will pick up the slack while they are still learning.

I am told that I am going too fast. I need to slow down, focus on details, get things right instead of get them done.

But which would you prefer? That your kid was just a little messy for their photo or that I didn't take their photo at all because we ran out of time? Last season, one of our photographers had an emergency and I had to photograph nearly 800 students by myself.

The boss was shocked that they were good. Glad to hear we were expecting garbage.

Yesterday, while at a job, the boss was there to help one of the new photographers with one of the more complicated tasks. The new photographer felt that she was being pressed to go faster than her standards would allow. I told her afterwards that speed comes with time, there are some things you can't account for, and it wasn't necessary to push her that hard.

Our other new photographer is a 'perfectionist' and she takes so very much time getting every hair and every position and every expression, but she struggles to put up her equipment every time and if there's a problem she shuts down and can't think of a solution.

I have to be able to set up quickly so that I can make sure she has an extra hand to help her with issues. I have to photograph quickly to make sure that if she needs help I'm available.

And her photos are not really that much better. I'm often coaching her on cropping, on posture.

Slow does not equate perfection. Every person I've met that calls themselves a perfectionist is a perfectionist until it comes to the actual job.

She wants me to do class groups. Every time she trains me on class groups, there is some reason that I have to hop onto a solo unit. The first time it was because one of our photographers, another perfectionist, was taking too long and it created a bottleneck. Last time, it was because our other photographer went into labor and the remaining photographer was slower than hell.

So I'm learning that my speed and ease is an asset in these situations, but in situations where speed is not an asset then I should slow down- which experience tells me that if you slow down you're not guaranteed to do better.

Earlier in the week, I was showing one of the new girls how to do a dance backdrop setup. I had her look over my shoulder while I did the white balance and then exposure. I had shown her how to do it on a previous day and this was just reinforcement. Its also something that we do literally on every job, just in a different context- she should understand the concept and I gave her the option to raise any questions.

The boss told me that if I'm training someone how to do something I should show them how to do it, then mess up the settings on purpose for them, and then have them fix it. We were running behind schedule and I had actually been on schedule to leave like two hours prior but chose to stay so that we could work on this project together. I was not intending on training anyone.

She asks me why I don't want to become a trainer.

Its not usually like this. Usually, I can coast a little. But I'm filling the shoes of a couple people that had to sit this season out and now she's busting my chops to be perfect when 'perfect' was never my goal.

I dunno.

Its exhausting.

[sevasey51]

Y/n gets hit hard with pneumonia causing her to crash and Connor can’t keep up with it at home.

When Home Isn’t Enough

Summary: Y/N’s had her fair share of rough days—migraines, flares, crashes that Connor usually manages with calm precision at home. But when pneumonia hits hard and fast, he quickly realizes this isn’t something they can handle with fluids and oxygen in their bedroom. Her fever spikes. Her oxygen drops. Her body crashes faster than it can compensate. And for the first time in a long time, Connor feels helpless. Because this time, love and preparation aren’t enough. This time, he has to let go and trust the team at Med to take over before it’s too late.

It started the way most respiratory illnesses did—quietly.

A dry cough. A low-grade fever. Slight shortness of breath when she moved too quickly. Nothing unusual for someone with autonomic issues and a history of fatigue.

Connor noticed it immediately, of course. He adjusted her hydration, kept her bundled in soft blankets, elevated her head, and started home oxygen early—just in case.

But by the third day, her fever had climbed to 102.7.

By the fourth, she couldn’t sit up without gasping.

By the fifth, he couldn’t keep up anymore.

That morning, she woke drenched in sweat, trembling violently.

Her lips were pale, her breathing shallow and fast. He clipped the pulse ox to her finger and froze when it read 84%. Her heart rate was in the 160s, thready and erratic. Her skin was ice cold.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, kneeling beside the bed, trying to stay calm. “I need you to keep your eyes on me, okay?”

She blinked slowly, her lips parting like she wanted to speak—but nothing came out.

Connor grabbed the portable O2 and cranked it higher, but even at 4 liters, her numbers wouldn’t budge. She was becoming less responsive. Her cough had gone from dry to wet, and he heard it—rales—in her chest when he laid his head there, the sound terrifyingly familiar.

That’s when he made the call.

By the time he reached the ED doors, she was limp in his arms, her breathing fast and shallow. Will met him at the entrance, followed by Maggie and Ethan already pulling a gurney into place.

“She’s crashing,” Connor barked. “Sats won’t hold, she’s barely responsive, febrile—104 now. Chest sounds like full consolidation.”

“Let’s go!” Will shouted.

Y/N was rushed inside, monitors hooked up, labs drawn, IVs slammed in. Connor stayed at her side until they had to push him back for X-rays and more aggressive respiratory support.

“Do you want us to intubate?” Ethan asked gently.

Connor’s heart clenched. “Try BiPAP first. She’s terrified of the vent.”

They did.

An hour later, she was stabilized—but only just.

The chest X-ray showed bilateral pneumonia, worse in the lower lobes. She was seizing slightly from the fever, her blood pressure still dangerously low despite fluids and meds.

She was transferred to ICU.

Connor sat by her side, her hand limp in his. Her hair was plastered to her forehead, and the cannula across her cheeks hissed with every labored breath.

Will came in quietly. “You did everything right, Connor. This moved fast.”

“She’s never dropped that fast before,” he whispered. “I’ve managed dozens of flares. But this—this wasn’t her baseline. This was… foreign.”

Will placed a hand on his shoulder. “Because it is foreign. This wasn’t a POTS crash or endo flare. This was a systemic infection, and she needs full inpatient care. You got her here in time.”

Connor didn’t speak. He just sat there, his fingers brushing lightly over the back of her hand.

That night, while she dozed under fever-lowering meds and broad-spectrum antibiotics, he rested his head on the edge of her bed.

And quietly, for the first time in months, he cried.

Because loving someone with chronic illness taught him how to fight—but even the most prepared, the most capable, the most loving partner couldn’t always win at home.

And this time, he had to let go.

[randomgurl2326]

Ignorance Is Bliss Pt. 1

A/N: Thank you to the beautiful Anon for requesting this fic. This has been one of my delusions that help me sleep at night. So, may I please introduce you to the ‘she fell first but he fell harder’ trope that we all love. With, of course, Ema and Mickey helping and hoping for them to get together💚💜

As the h/c girl closed her locker, Ema was yet again tired of the ongoing “will-they-won’t-they” of the l/n girl and the Spindell boy. “All I’m saying is, maybe you should tell him because you’ve been hopelessly in love with him since fifth grade.”

Y/N pointed at Ema and said with a cheeky smile, “ah no, sixth grade, get it right. Also, there is no way in hell that I’m going to tell him, alright?”

Worth that the Winslow best friend sighed, and the two best friends walked to French class.

Meanwhile with a Mickey and Spoon…

“…a-and she has this thing where whenever she’s talking about something she likes that she does with her hair, y’know, like this,” the rambling Spindell boy said while demonstrating what his object of infatuation does with his own hair, not quite show ing it right.

Mickey chuckles and shakes his head, “y’know, telling her how you feel would be a great idea. Maybe, I don’t know at the park or something. Oor-9r, hear me out, just telling her would be nice.”

“Oh, dear Mickelous, that is simply just not possible. You see, you cannot simply fathom how much platonic-ivory oozes from her when we hang out together. Also, Y/an does not like the park because of children and the grass makes her itch; it would probably have to be during the night while under the stars.”

“Oh yeah, totally platonic when she looks at you like you actually hung the stars in front of her. Just like that show she likes with Azipy- Aziry-, nope, can’t say it.”

Arthur sighs, “Mickey, my bestest friend in the universe, she doesn’t like me and she never will, okay? Now come on, we’ll be late for wood shop and I’m looking forward to making a bird house that can stand this year.”

As they walked down the hall to their next class, Mickey sighed and started to formulate a plan and text Ema:

M: we need to come up with a plan for these two — sent at 10:45 a.m.

E:

Ik, I can’t take it anymore — sent at 10:46 a.m.

Meet me in the MILF room after lunch, well conspire there — sent at 10:48 a.m.

M:Ok, and btw, I hate that name — sent at 10:50 a.m.

Also y do u sound like an evil genius?? — sent at 10:50 a.m.

E:

Ikr, horrible name. And, idk, I just do sound like one ig — sent at 11:00 a.m.

Meet u after lunch — sent at 11:01 a.m.

After Lunch…

“Okay, now, that was a rough forty-five minutes to get through,” Mickey said this as him and Ema walked into the abandoned boiler room, a.k.a. The MILF Room, a.a.k.a. The Spindell Spot.

As the Winslow girl sat down on the couch she managed out, “yeah, that was unnecessarily hard. It’s like they want to look into our souls and have us tell them everything. Y/N really needs to stop looking like she’s about to run over a dog.”

“It’s seriously out of hand how much information they can try and gauge out of us. Spoon is the worst. He literally has that look on his face where he look-“

“Looks like he’s the most innocent and pure thing on the world? Yeah, I’ve seen that look. He’s literally the devil in disguise,” Ema then pulls out her laptop to take notes on how to get the two oblivious, love-sick, diabolic, little love birds, “so, you ready to do this?”

Mickey smiled and sat down next to his other best friend, “ready to finally get them to stop pining over each other and being self destructive? Hell yeah.”

And so, the two of the four best friends created a plan to get the other half together.

“…by the way, when do I have to get you and Rachel together,” the Bolitar boy than got smacked by a book by the alt girl and continued with their scheming.

To be continued…

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this, but I want to make my little anon chalupa(and my readers proud) so I’m doing this. Please give me feedback on how I could improve the is one.

[jae-bummer]

The Color of Love

Request: If you're still accepting requests with that prompt list, I'd absolutely love to request 11/soulmate au with Jooheon if possible! 🥺 There are never enough MX fics, especially not adorable fluffy ones!

Prompt:

11) Soulmate AU

Pairing: Monsta X Jooheon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Every love story was different, but always held the same three characteristics.

It could be ANYONE. Literally any person you pass on the street could be your soulmate. Didn't feel tiny in the expansive universe already?

It could happen at ANY time. Fifth grade math lesson? Accidental shoulder check at the grocery store? Awkward doctor's appointment? There was no telling where love would rear its ugly head.

Love in this new age? It always started with a burst of color.

"All I could see was this bright green going from my hand down my forearm," your best friend, Mina, rushed out excitedly. "It almost made me drop the weight I was holding."

"That's great, babe," you smiled, trying to be happy for her. "Who is the lucky guy?"

"His name is Hajoon," she continued dreamily. "I guess he'd seen me at the gym before but was too scared to say anything. Isn't that adorable?"

You would probably be going to Hell for not being over the moon for your best friend, but it was hard when you were still waiting.

Society put such an emphasis on finding your soulmate, it was impossible to think of much else. Going about your day, you tried to pay attention to who you brushed past or made casual physical contact with. That's how you would know.

When you touched your soulmate, color would bloom across your skin at the point of impact.

"Super cute," you sighed, avoiding eye contact. "So he saw you start to struggle and saved the day by spotting you?"

"Mhm," she hummed. "As soon as his fingers touched the back of my hand, it was like someone threw dye onto our arms. It was the craziest thing!"

"Sounds beautiful," you nodded, giving your best effort at a smile.

Clocking your failed attempts at support, Mina smiled sadly in return. "It's going to happen for you soon. I can feel it."

"Can you pass some of that feeling to me?" you grumbled. "I'd prefer not to ruin such a big day for my best friend."

"Hush," she cooed, wrapping an arm around you. "You haven't ruined anything. Sour mood or not, I have some good news."

"What's that?"

"Hajoon works for an entertainment company," she nodded. "He's an executive-"

"Cute AND rich?" you teased. "That IS some excellent news for you."

Smacking at your leg, Mina continued. "He asked if I wanted to go to a concert put on by his work. We have plans to meet up after, but do you want to go to the concert with me? He said I could bring a friend while he's working backstage on things."

"Why not?" you sighed. "Maybe I'll get elbowed in the crowd and accidentally find my soulmate."

"That's the spirit!"

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A few days later, you allowed Mina to get you dressed up, acting as her doll for the night. You could admit that you were going through the motions as you followed her to the venue. Determined to make sure it was a good night for her, you put on as bright of a smile as you could when she handed you a light stick.

"The group is called Monsta X," she instructed. "They have six members, and their music is really exciting."

"Got it," you nodded, positive you had listened to their songs before. "Who's my favorite?"

"Not Hyungwon," she grinned. "He's my favorite."

"Point him out to me so I know to stay clear," you chuckled.

"We also have a high touch after," she said brightly, tugging you through the crowd.

"High touch," you confirmed, searching your brain for what exactly that meant. "Can't wait."

"You're going to have fun," Mina said slowly, looking over her shoulder at you. "I promise."

And she was right, the show was a blast. You had never experienced a live concert like Monsta X's before. The energy of the crowed literally radiated through your body. You were right that you had heard some of their music before and sang along to all of the songs you knew. Being lost in the crowd that was all feeling the same electricity was incredible. It's like you were one giant, synchronous being.

After the show, you were a bit flustered from all the activity, nearly forgetting you had a chance to meet the idols before leaving (yes, you did break down and ask Mina what exactly a high touch was). Allowing her to once again navigate you to where you needed to be, it wasn't long before you were thrust in front of the very men you had been howling at only minutes before.

Pushing you in front of her, Mina pointed to the first member facing your way for the high touch. "That's Hyungwon."

Assessing him, you could easily see why he was her favorite. Handsome was an understatement, this man was ethereal. "Yeeaah he is."

"Y/N," your friend giggled, giving you a slight push. Taking the few steps forward, you slapped your hand in his for a high five. The moment lasted only seconds but there was a bit of a rush to meeting a celebrity.

Next came a tall, tan, and buff member you would later learn was Shownu.

After, you locked eyes with the third member, remembering him as one of the vibrant mood makers of the group. He had been incredible on stage.

As your hand skid across his, you shot back with a gasp.

"Yah!" the member shouted, hopping backwards as well. His focus ricocheted from his palm to yours, mouth completely agape. Looking down in fascination, colors began to wrap around his wrist and trickle down his arm.

Shocked by what was happening, you glanced down at your own arm as well, getting lost in the cloud-like imagery blossoming across your skin.

Gasps erupted around you by both spectators and other Monsta X members. You couldn't help but feel like you did something wrong. Like you weren't allowed to have someone so interesting and good looking as a soulmate.

This simply could not be possible.

"Hey!" Jooheon yelled, bringing your attention back to him. He wasn't talking to you, but shouting at a staff member while aggressively waving them over. "Yo!"

Snapping out of it a bit, you took another step back, only to be slightly held up by Mina behind you. This was sensory overload to the nth degree.

"Y/N," she hissed, her own eyes darting across the scene. "Did...did you just sync up with Jooheon? Is he your soulmate?"

Jooheon. You had never heard his name before, but it just sounded right.

"I...I think so," you managed, not entirely believing what was happening.

A staff member had finally appeared, listening to Jooheon as he rapid-fired the situation to his manager. Occasionally shooting looks of surprise your way, he didn't stop talking until they had both sidled up to you.

"We're stepping away from the high touch," his manager explained, taking you by the elbow and guiding you towards an adjacent hallway. "The fan meet will continue without Joohoney."

"That's not fair," you said slowly, shaking your head. Glancing to the man you assumed you were tied to for life now, you heaved a sigh. "Your fans have waited so long for you."

Looking helplessly back and forth between you and his manager, Jooheon croaked. "But you're my soulmate."

"I'm not saying I'm going to disappear," you smiled reassuringly. "I'll just wait until you're done. I've waited this long."

Giving a curt nod, Jooheon's eyes searched your face for a moment. His lips pulled into a slow smile before he reached up, giving your nose a boop. Immediately, his manager's jaw dropped, presumably as color stretched across the middle of your face.

Pleased with himself, Jooheon turned on his heel and took up his spot behind the table again. Maintaining eye contact with you, he offered a dazzling smile.

"Alright," his manager breathed out on a sigh. "Let's get you backstage, shall we?"

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Lost in your phone, trying to explain what was going on to the friend you had abandoned, you almost didn't notice him walk in.

Hearing the quiet click of the door closing, your head immediately snapped up to see Jooheon leaning against the entrance. His expression was full of hope, with a fringe of excitement. You could tell he was trying to reign in his enthusiasm. Judging by how hard he went on the stage; he seemed like a very reactive person. This quiet and careful side of him wasn't something you had really expected.

You supposed you had a lot to learn.

Crossing the room slowly, he took a seat on the coffee table in front of the couch you were sitting on. He bracketed your knees with his, creating an intimate space between the two of you.

Without hesitation, he took your hands gently between his, a light purple color already blooming from your fingertips. "Y/N, right?"

You barely remembered telling his manager your name, so he likely got passed the information.

"That's me."

"My soulmate."

You nodded weakly, looking from your joined hands and back up to his face. He smiled again before lifting your fingers to his mouth and kissing each tip in turn. As he did, it was like dropping food coloring into a glass of water. Different hues clouded out of your joints and went swirling around your skin. It was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen.

Glancing up, you were immediately struck by the bright blue peppering Jooheon's mouth like ink blots. Slowly the color started to fade as your skin had lost contact with his mouth, but you still felt mesmerized by the whole experience.

"You're so beautiful," you said quietly, your eyes locking on his.

He gave you a close-lipped smile before tilting his head. Narrowing his eyes, he lifted his arm, and traced a small line on your cheekbone. You didn't have to see the result yourself to know that the visual had just as much of an effect on him as it did you.

"This is beautiful," he finally responded, dropping his hands to gather yours again. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of it."

"Me either," you breathed.

"I guess it gives me an excuse to hold your hand," he grinned, his eyes disappearing as it grew.

"You didn't need an excuse in the first place!" you laughed. "You're my soulmate now. You can hold my hand whenever you want."

"My soulmate," he whispered again. Each time he had voiced the words, there was a constant undertone of wonder.

"I don't think I'll get tired of hearing you say that," you chuckled, sure a blush was blazing across your face.

Jooheon furrowed his brows in thought. "Did you come to the show today as a fan? Was I your favorite?"

You coughed out a surprised laugh.

"It would be really awkward if you had a different favorite. If it was someone else, don't tell me who...

Okay, who was it?"

You continued to laugh as you shook your head. "I was only ever a casual fan. My friend had tickets and insisted I tag along. I promise I will be a Monbebe going forward, and you will always be my favorite."

"Damn right," he muttered. "And stay away from Minhyuk. He's more charming than I'd ever admit to him, and I don't want you getting caught in his cute little clutches."

"I will remain unshaken in my loyalty," you affirmed with a smirk. Plus, you had no idea who Minhyuk was, so that helped.

It was crazy to think of. If Mina didn't bring you here today, would you have ever discovered that Jooheon existed? Let alone that he was your soulmate?

You didn't want to think too hard on it. The universe worked in mysterious ways that you didn't expect to ever be privy to.

"So..." you hummed, glancing at Jooheon through your lashes. "What now?"

"Everything," he grinned, squeezing your hand. "We only have forever to figure out what happens next."

[lenasprouts-words]

olderbrother!skz headcanons pt 2!!

ahh maknae line! hyung line

han

you guys are inseparable

you also get mad at minho for stealing your brother

also han and u are actual soulmates

minho is second (and less cool in ur opinion)

only about one-two years apart

when yall meet he does the ‘where my hug at?’ thing

its either you koala hug him or he does

just like, legs wrapped around waist typa hug

or he’ll bury his face into your armpit

you think it’s disgusting but he argues its comfy 

he sends you all his photos he wants to post

then you choose the ones you like 

he likes anime; you like kdramas

constantly fighting abt which is better

it got so heated once that even felix rose his voice for yall to stfu

its okay tho u made up a day after and went to the park to have a singing contest

you watch silly documentaries together

your chat is filled with stupid jokes and complaints

but he’s the first to know when something is wrong

started dissing this kid who bullied you in fifth grade

he got sent to the office but gave you a hug right before

steals things from photoshoots to give to you

spams you when he’s in the studio

asks you for lyric inspo and uses your terrible love life as inspo

once you showed one of his songs to your partner

’my brother wrote this about my last ex. dont make him do it again, he cried writing it.’

well your partner also cried so

matching stuffed animals <3

asks you to help him learn twice choreo

bc ur a huge once

he also got you a signed album from them

’oh here noonas gave me this idk why tho’

felix

loves you to death.

like fr its scary

youre four-five years younger than him

so you basically have eight older brothers

nicknamed you smiley bc your smile is the cutest thing ever (and it is)

runs to you calling ‘smiley!!!’

and lifts you off the ground when you hug

he hooks his chin around your shoulder and smells you

you think him smelling you is weird but it isnt

bc according to him you smell like ‘vanilla and lavenders and lemon’

it is so very random but you love it anyways

you two balance each other out so well, in a really weird way tho

like he’s hyper and energetic and sweet

while your active and excited and a little bitter

your insults and comebacks make him cry laugh every time

and you do the same with felix

he will NEVER shut up abt you trust

like seungmin once put him on a ban from talking about you

but he just started texting about you so

taught you taekwando

and now you fight hand to hand against changbin (and win most times)

felix doesnt like it tho bc ‘changbinnie'll get hurt and cry!’

both of your puberty hormones went to your voice box

his got deeper and huskier; yours is silkier and in the middle tone range leaning deep

but its like a rich deep ya know?

when he’s sleepy he starts mumbling random sentences and you record them snd send them to you group chat named ‘skz (-1 sunshine +1 smiley)’

if seungmin thought felix was bad at gaming, youre even worse

most of the time you end up dying

its funny because you started gaming before felix did too

you gave each other sweatshirts for white day in korea

and now your roommate hates when you use it because its so worn down and lowk smelly

jeongin has to beg felix to take it off and put it in the wash

dance parties at random times

especially if you or felix are feeling down

the playlist ‘HOE DANCE DOWN!’ is blasting

consisting of twice, charli xcx, dua lipa, and olivia rodrigo

other artists too and some from jyp bc felix loves his jypnation

not jyp tho anytime felix complains abt the ‘stupid motherfucker who wont shut up and has no talent and too much confidence’

complains ESPECIALLY while yall r playing fortnite, on your request

baking is your shared therapy

felix makes brownies, you make cookies

perfect duo in the kitchen

you bake so often that watching you two is like a dance

members will literally watch you bake and you flip them off

‘LIXIE I GOT FLIPPED OFF AGAIN!’

‘JISUNG STOP BEING A CREEP!!’

rock paper scissors is YOUR thing

like felix will just turn to you and stick his fist out

you also win almost every time

seungmin

you literally have twin telepathy

mainly bc your twins but he is also thirty two minutes older

so, day ones

gatekeeps you from his friends but not the group

because somehow they already knew who you were

you introduced yourself to them the day they debuted

only pretends to be sad abt not being a twin in the group

because he already has you and wouldnt change it for anything

the only person he will not hesitate from skinship is you

pats on the head, chin on shoulder, holding hands, occasional squeezing

his hugs are your safe spot

he’d tap you on the shoulder and take your arm

then he starts massaging you after pulling you into the hug

and it feels so good

and he’s surprisingly good at it too

treats you like a baby bc ur the youngest in you family (by a half hour)

once got you a new phone to stop you from complaining

you think its because he loves you but that is denied every time (its true tho, bc who wouldnt love you?)

only person who can calm you down

when you get too mad

he’ll call you or lay next to you

rub your back until you calm down

if youre on call he’ll put on music and start singing random shit

youre the orange kitty to his golden retriever puppy

you literally paw at him until he gives you his attention

he’ll get excited and its the cutest thing you’ve seen

wakes you up by singing the high note in ‘cover me’ in your ear

ever since he’d recorded that he’s been bragging abt it

but you dont mind bc his singing is nice and you know he would feel the same if you bragged about your fashion designs and website

every day you leave him sweet messages (like his older sister!!)

‘oh seungmo, love your hair today! your smile lit up my room puppy’

in return he sends cute gifs

he also learned french from the i am you tour to swear at you

asks for help in english before events/interviews where english will be used

you were the one who calmed his worries before the paris fashion week

since youre an english and fashion design major he relies on you

he will also never get over the fact that his TWIN is double majoring

your literally jeongin’s favorite tho

bc if seungmin says no you’ll say yes

very very mischevious

if one of you are having a bad day

you’ll just bring the other to a rage room

very effective

jeongin

he’s the maknae of the group and hates getting babied

so he automatically doesn’t baby you

maybe he does a little bit….

but thats because you told him it was okay and you liked it

youre around three years younger than him

so everyone in the group babies you

jeongin is always the first to go and greet you tho

spooks you tho

goes behind your back and yells ‘boo!’ in your ear

he gets punched by you after that

you just tackle him and squeeze him

but he goes ‘oh youve grown so big now!’

he’s also been getting stronger so when he goes into his normal hug where he puts his amrs around and under your armpits, you get squeezed until youre out of breath

on that note

he takes you to the gym bc you’ve been wanting to work out since starting college

he wanted to b your gym buddy (also was scared of u dying bc of asking binnie)

pushes you enough to finish bc he knows ur limits <3

you go to a convinience store after your workouts

both of yall try to pay BUT you make a schedule for who pays

you switch off

innie is extremely proud he made that idea

share a gym playlist

and most of your playlist

bc ur music taste is so similar you end up collabing playlists

you both do daily fit checks

slowly you’ve been able to coax him out of terrible shoe choices

you’ll show him something new and he’ll be like

‘oh is this what all the youngsters are wearing now?’

he busts out these rubber shoes that give you a headache

‘im doing it for stay’ you know stay’s reaction bc u r one

you always show what stays are saying on pinterest and call them simps

but you also cant talk bc, and jeongin quotes this

‘damnn hyunjin looking fine enough to be mine’

but also jeongin constantly uses pick up lines on YOUR friends

if he ever picks you up he’ll turn to someone your hanging out with

‘are you the sun because youre so hot you burn my retinas’

and everyone is just. majorly confused

its his random space obsession showing okay

you went on a planetarium date one time

he talked your ear off and then you bit his ear

retaliation for all the times he’s bit you when he was a wee little one

after that you went shopping

a stay photographed yall starting dating rumors

but its okay bc jeongin addressed it in his lives

telling everyone youre siblings

there is a ten minute video of him cracking up, tears flowing bc of the situation

@chans-muffin i delivered!!!!

[astro-eats]

It’s so devastating hearing the 5th graders across my school’s district talk so much shit about my favorite 5th grade math teacher (A.K.A, Mrs. Philips)

I remember so many times I’ve had with her when I was in 5th grade, and I still cherish them to this day because I miss her so much, and I’ll name a few.

I would always show her every single drawing I did, since I didn’t really have anyone else to show them to (I was a cowardly kid so I didn’t have friends yet since I was too scared), and she loved them so much. Like even though most students had WAYYY more talent in art then I could ever have, she always cherished my drawings the most, and it made me feel happy every time she compliments them and encourages me to keep going.

Another thing was since I have mom issues (still do, my mom’s mean :( ) I would always see Mrs. Philips as “Mother material”, and at recess I would always hang out with her and give her constant long-hugs, and the way she would always treat me almost felt like a parent’s love. I would always rant to her about my favorite hyper fixations and she was just there to listen, and she would even try to learn about some of them :)

And I really don’t understand where the hate that these fifth graders have for her are coming from. Is it how she can get overwhelmed easily? Is it because she’s too nice? Is it because she has ADHD and can forget things easily? What is it?! Because I swear she’s so hated for no reason, this woman has literally helped me through my deepest struggles 🙁. She’s such a fun teacher too, like I remember at the end of every one of her classes she rewarded everyone with candy, erasers, stickers, pencils, etc.

She’s so whimsical and sweet, I don’t get how anyone could even think of hating her :( She even reminds me of Ms. Frizzle with all the funky and fun things she had in her classroom (and because she looks so much like Ms. Frizzle)

And now to this day, I send her letters every now and then saying how much I love and miss her (along with a bunch of stickers, drawings, and all that junk), and I’ve even been making her get into TADC and she’s watched ep 2 and 4, and she absolutely loves them (Her favorite characters are Ragatha, Gangle, and Zooble, YIPPEE!!)

(Anyways, sorry if this is kinda a long yap session, I’ve just been feeling vulnerable lately but still sigma, heh. You’re probably thinking “HOLY YAPPINGTONS!!”)

OUR5TH GRADE TEAVHERS ARE SIMILAR!

I don't k or if anyone's talking bad about her, but I'm sure they're not cuz she's AMAZING.

She always kept my drawing of the book we were reading (I forgot the name) and hung it on the wall. She also helped me with lots of issues I went through in 5th grade :3 She was so encouraging and helpful. At the end of every single day (before I started hating physical affection) I would hug her and she would hug me back :) she was literally the sweetest <3

AND at the end if the school year on the last day, I hugged her extra tight and told her I'd miss her and she told me I'm her favorite student and to not tell anyone lol I love her sm

We're still in touch a bit :3

But now I het to see her soon cuz she's helping me as a witness in court so uh it's kind if sad but its bittersweet

I love her <3

[l-polarisb-l]

My Funky Fifth Grade Experience

So basically my 5th grade was pretty normal until some guy showed up mid year and started trying to charm me/“rizz me up”(idk he did it in a weird way that made me think he just wanted to be friends, but had never had a social interaction in his life, even though he made it sound like he was madly in love, which was like ew no I’m in 5th grade) either way it was weird AF, like me and my friends would be playing at a fence near the edge of the playground, just randomly emitting primal screams like the autistic people we were, and this dude just comes strolling on down to talk when there was LITERALLY NO PROMPT TO DO SO, and just start talking to my friends and I(I should add, we weren’t even in any classes together) so I barely knew the guy. Anyway then the lockdown happened and I didn’t see the guy for like 3 years

And when I met him again 3 years later I was now of the same gender that he was and it was awkward af and super funny and we’re now sort of friends

He’s still kind of a rat but a cool rat

Any moots that had their own goofy experiences? @swerve-kinnie @professional-termite @starshipcecil @gatalentagoddess

[lextheydom]

Honestly I just want to pay someone to make me clothes like Grandma Aggie in Halloween Town,

and Kes in Star Trek Voyager minus the leggings and long sleeves bc I get hot due to the AUDHD bc I have huge bazooma boobs and I'm agender and I can't find a bra to fit me in all of Jacksonville, FL no this is not an exaggeration I haven't had a bra that fits in 4 years since Bryant's Bloomers closed on Park Street due to rent hikes bc of Covid. I've got who knows what size bazonga zongazongas maybe 28H prolly bigger bc no one can size me and I just want to live in either:

-flowey vaguely top clingy dresses with short sleeves that aren't too long so they don't tangle in my walker

-Jean/Cloth Overalls that aren't too heavy bc my shoulders and neck hurt all the time and they have to be ACTUALLY be big enough to go OVER my large breasts and not be too tight on top, also have some cute patterns, patches, colors, designs, fabrics

-Literally every single look of Kes's from Star Trek Voyager was a certified BANGER and I'll die on that hill. She slayed the game every day and the clingy dress with the interesting top piece edwardian sleeves, with the PUFFS like GIIIIIIRL go off I could NOT BELIEVE! I was gagged. I just can't do them long sleeves and leggings bc it's just too hot on this here planet Earth now mhmhmhm no okay not no more not with this ozone with this administration no ma'am. My tism be tisming when you try to put this body in long sleeves my Momma could not KEEP me in a jacket/sweater I would yank that shit off as SOON as her back was turned like YEET THIS BITCH EMPTY!

See this marvelous article where someone had done the amazing work of cataloging EVERY look worn by Kes on the show, thank you so much for your labour!!!!

https://www.manicpixiedust.com/kes-fashion-project-index/

So yeah those are my top three disabled agender/nonbinary/genderqueer pansexual fashion desires. Pls. I beg of those handy with the needle thread and sewing machine. Help me. I am in the hell hole that is Jacksonville, FL and I'm a size 20/22 266 lbs and struggle desperately to find something to put on that doesn't hurt my body. I'm less worried about the looks, more concerned with it aggravating my Chronic Migraines and my Chronic Fatigie Syndrome. I have so little energy, so little spoons to accomplish what I want in the day I don't want to have to spend an hour trying on clothes bc I put something on only to realize I can't wear it that day bc my body won't allow it bc all my clothes were purchased when I was still working, before I was what I like to call, 'fully disabled'. I want my wardrobe to be full of disability friendly clothing I can wear everyday, even on high pain days. I am housebound and on SSI Disablity due to my disabilities, and I'm super isolated bc of it. I'm an artist, and I love making jewelry, writing, reading, and fashion. I want to engage more with others yet I get so exhausted just getting dressed and checking the mail a lot of days.

Having disability friendly clothes would improve my life exponentially and open up so many doors for me. If anyone knows any brands or is a creator themselves, pls comment or share.

Note: (When I say 'fully disabled' I am referring to how I have had headaches all my life and started having chronic migraines when I was in the fifth grade, but did not get chronic fatigue syndrome and have to completely leave work until 2018).