#THE TEXTING SCENES SHUT U P THAT ALONE

[earthyorangeaid]

You know what feeling the Red White and Royal Blue movie is helping me finally put into words?? The joy that comes from ACTUALLY getting to relive a piece of work I love.

By that I don’t mean that it’s exactly the same. It’s actually quite different on many levels. But that’s something that I actually LOVE about it. It’s given me a chance to be surprised by and relive the feeling the book gave me in a new and completely wonderful way. There is no one true perfect, right way to tell any one story, and they did a great job of telling this one in a new and just as enjoyable way.

Love you entire crew and staff and cast and directors and writers of RWRB movie, you’ve captured my heart again.

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Mini Series

E N H Y P E N as Campus Heart-throbs

pairings: kim sunoo x reader

summary: what will happen when an extrovert campus social butterfly met an introvert?

word count: 6.2k

a/n: OKAY FORGIVE ME. I know it took so long for me to upload this but please try to understand me. School stressed me out and happen to ate all of my time. I’ll try to do better, enjoy! So, Sunoo’s stroy will be the most chill out of them all. Sunghoon’s story gave me a lot of stress while writing it while Sunoo’s didn’t. I enjoyed writing this one because I think they’re really cute. 🌸

tag list: @jakeysim @kpoppinandlockin @en-sun @f1iore @dilfhwa​ @rubyanne​ @enhappy​

Kim Sunoo

Class 2 - A - “The Social Butterfly”

Being a natural born introvert, it sure is difficult for you to deal with other people. It’s not that you hate them or anything, you just simply prefer being alone than to be surrounded by a bunch of people.

You hate being the center of attention so standing in front of the class right is really uncomfortable for you. With faces very unfamiliar for you, you fiddled your fingers unconsciously.

“introduce yourself, please.” the teacher sounds nice despite the awkward situation. You gulped as you tried to roam your eyes around. The students in front of you have different expressions in their faces. Some looks interested, some looked like they don’t really care and some looked clueless.

“I’m y/n. Please, take care of me.” you even bowed after saying it.

Sunoo eyes settled at you. It’s not always that he’d been interested to other people, specially to new comers. But something in you really captured his attention.

“So everyone, let’s welcome, y/n. She’s new in our town so make sure to make her comfortable, okay?” the homeroom teacher told the whole class and they answered, ‘yes’ in unison.

You were asked to take a seat at the vacant one at the middle. Sunoo smiled and removed his backpack at the vacant seat to welcome you. On the other hand, you haven’t noticed him yet. Your head was hanging low avoiding any eye contact from everybody.

As you sat down, Sunoo have a wide smile over his lips already excited to chat with you. “Y/n, right?” he didn’t actually need to double check your name. He knew your name very well since he listened well from a while ago.

Your eyes railed over to him, “yeah.” you answered shortly then quickly looked away. You’re not really used having eye contact with other people. It makes you feel uncomfortable for some reason. But even with a short glance, you noticed how beautiful his eyes were.

“I’m Sunoo! Kim Sunoo!” he sounded so cheerful. You gave him a small nod as you fished your notebook from your bag when the teacher said she’ll start the discussion.

Sunoo pouted at your cold response but pulled off a smile back, he thought it’s normal to react that way since he’s still a stranger to you. It’s just a little odd how you just shut him off that fast. He’s used to being liked by other people right away so the way you reacted was a really different.

“Please open your text book in page 156.” your hand stopped fiddling with your pen when you realize you didn’t picked up your text books yet. Sunoo noticed your expression right away and slid his text book between the two of you.

Your eyes trailed over his textbook then to him. You blush a little seeing his smiling face beside you. You were wondering what he is smiling so brightly about? “We can share, y/n!” you blushed more when you saw how cute he looked. You cleared your throat and looked away from him blinking your eyes.

“U-Uh thanks.” you were so shy but you have no choice but to share with him. You still didn’t have your text book so you’re somehow thankful he’s nice enough to offer sharing his.

The discussion went pretty well. He didn’t really bother you all throughout the lesson, well he did tried opening up conversations from time to time but he still let you listen to the teacher. He is cute, you’re not gonna lie.

You were alone as you went towards the school cafeteria. It’s lunch break and you wanted to buy a meal because you’re already hungry. Some eyes followed you in curiosity, probably wondering who you are since you’re new. You didn’t bother looking at them because you’re used to being new to a school. This isn’t the first time you transferred to a new school.

As you silently wait for your turn to buy your food, you noticed that their cafeteria is pretty spacious. It’s perfect to handle a lot of students. Compared to your previous school, this one is much more of a good school.

“Hi, Sunoo!” you heard somebody from behind you said. You didn’t look back or anything. You’re pretty sure he isn’t the only Sunoo in the school right? This is a big school so there’s a possibility that he’s not the Sunoo who sit beside you is big, right?

You saw how some students in front of you turned their heads by hearing the name. It’s like they’re curious or something. Once they saw who it was, their eyes sparkles. Specially the girls.

“Y/n!” your head turned over to the side when you heard someone called my name.

It was your seat-mate, Kim Sunoo. He was smiling brightly at you and with an awkward smile, you greeted him. You’re not really sure what’s going on but the students around you were obviously watching. Feeling conscious, you roamed your eyes around. They were looking at the two of you with wonder in their eyes.

“Do you want to join us in our table? I’ll go save you a seat.” he sounded so excited as he said those words to you.

Some of the students near you heard his invitation and their mouth fell a bit open. Sunoo’s known for being a social butterfly, yeah. He’s nice to everybody and very approachable. But he never invites people to eat lunch with him, specially he never offer to save seat to someone! It’s beyond what he usually do.

He doesn’t know what got into him as well. All he know is that he wants to know you more. He can’t just stop being curious of you. Is it because you’re such a mysterious person or maybe because he have nothing else to do? Nah. Whatever it is, he wants to get closer to you.

“U-Uh, that’s okay. I’m just here to buy a drink because I already ate lunch.” you reasoned out. You kind of felt bad for lying to him but you don’t really have a choice. You feel like you’re in a bad situation if you agree to eat with him.

His brows furrowed in confusion, “Huh? I didn’t saw you eat here?” his lips were pursed as he waits for your answer.

“I have packed lunch.” you told him just so he can leave you alone.

You saw how his shoulder fell but he pulled off another bright smile, “You can get a drink in the vending machine so you don’t have to wait for so long.”

Your eyes trailed over to the vending machine that he’s pointing. You almost let out a curse when he said that. With a nod, you moved away from the line and went to the vending machine to buy a drink.

After buying one, Sunoo offered if he can join you but one student halt him to talk. You felt relieved because finally, you can go. Without even saying goodbye, you left the scene.

You head your way over to the garden, you’re still not very familiar with the whole campus but you saw the garden on your way to the cafeteria. As expected, there’s only a few students here. It’s lunch time so everyone’s probably having their meals.

You let out a sigh as you heard your stomach grumble in hunger. You can’t believe you will skip lunch just because you don’t want to be in that kind of situation.

Sunoo’s smiling face appeared inside your head. A small guilt flickered over you. You know he’s just being friendly and maybe really just trying to make your feel comfortable since you’re new and trying to adjust. But it's not really your personality to became so friendly to strangers easily. You don’t feel comfortable about it.

You opened the random drink that you got from the vending machine and drink it. You have no other choice. You’re really starving but can’t go back to the cafeteria to buy food. Sunoo’s probably there and what will he feel if he knew that the real reason why you lied to him is because you don't want to eat with him?

You laid your head over to the table as you tried to just sleep to forget about your hunger. Minutes passed and your stomach still ache because hunger when suddenly, somebody put something at the table.

Your head raised right away feeling surprised. You're pretty sure you’re far from other students here in the garden so you’re wondering who it was.

Your brows furrowed when you saw Sunoo in front of you. He’s holding this paper bag and he’s now taking out some food. When you two met eyes you saw how his eyes smiled together with his lips.

“It’s not good to skip lunch, specially if you have class later.” he said and gave you some chopsticks to help you eat.

“I-I...” you don’t know what to say.

To see him in front of you smiling made you blush. Is he really this nice? Can somebody be really this nice to a stranger? Well you two aren’t really a complete stranger since you basically know each other's name. But still, you both don’t know much about each other.

"You should eat.” he said chuckling and even handed you a water.

You gulped and blushed really hard. He probably think you’re so stupid for lying or probably think you’re so rude for lying just to avoid eating with him.

“Hey, y/n. Are you okay? Is it the food? You don’t like it?” now, he sounded so worried.

You quickly snapped your head up to meet his eyes. “N-No! I liked it. It’s just I feel bad for lying t-to you.” you bit your lips because you felt embarrassed because of what you did and because of stuttering.

His pout slowly turned into a smile, "Nah, it's okay! I understand. I’m sorry for putting you into that awkward situation.” he started eating his food. Yeah he brought his food here too so you two can eat together. You don’t know but that somehow made something warm spread to your system.

You gave him a small nod, don’t really know what to tell him. You thought to yourself that he’s just so nice and guilt once again took over you. 

“I figured out you still don’t feel comfortable with the people around you since you’re new. I heard you’re new to the town too.” he started the conversation. You started to aid your hunger by the food Sunoo brought for you. He smiled a little feeling relieved that you’re now eating.

“Yeah, we moved in yesterday.” as much as you’re not a fan of conversating with other people, there’s something with Sunoo just makes you comfortable. It feels like it’s safe to talk to him about anything. 

He nodded his head looking at you with amusement. You wanted to chuckle because there’s nothing to be amused about, really. And besides, he looked cute with his cheeks stuffed with food.

“I noticed you’re not really that talkative. Is it because you’re still shy or are you an introvert?” Sunoo then asked still continuing with his food. You looked at him for a while as you eat your food.

“You don’t have to answer if you feel uncomfortable, y/n.” he shrugged his shoulders off assuring you that it’s completely fine. You let out a sigh before drinking from the water bottle that he handed you over a while ago.

“I’m an introvert and I prefer to be by myself most of the times.” you answered.

Sunoo looked thrilled when he heard you answer. Obviously. the two of you were the complete opposite. When Sunoo loves the attention, you’re not really fond of it. 

“Why? Doesn’t it make you feel lonely?” he asked you curious. The side of your lips lifted up as you heard him ask that. That’s what people usually thought when someone preferred to be alone.

“Not because you prefer to be by yourself meaning you’re lonely.” His mouth fell open for a bit when he heard that. It sound deep and you looked serious as you said those words.

“Well, you’re right.” he even shrugged his shoulders again then continued eating.

“Do you find it hard to adjust right now since you have to move and now you have a new school?” he asked you. Now that he knew you’re an introvert, he’s actually a bit worried because he knew it will be too hard for you to adjust.

“Not really. This isn’t the first time we moved from one place to another.” you said pretty much easier than you expected you could tell it to anybody. You’re actually a bit surprised how you’re talking to Sunoo like it’s just naturally part of your everyday routine.

Sunoo looked surprised when he heard that. “You moved often? Why?” he asked you sounding so curious. To know that you’re not really new in all of this kind of makes him amused.

“My Dad’s work involve him being physically there so we moved together with him.” you tried to explain the situation in the simplest way you can. He nodded his head, looks like he understands it right away.

With a furrowed brows he once again looked at you, “You can just stay in one place tho? It’s less hassle and can help you save money too. Moving is really expensive.” he said.

You lowered your head. He have a point. It is true that moving is stressful and is very expensive. He’s right about that and the stress from adjusting to another place just adds more to the things you have to worry about.

“I can’t find a place I can feel at home anyway. When we moved to a new place, it remains like that to me. It remains new and I can’t find any reason to stay.” you don’t mean anything about you say. you just randomly voiced out what’s inside your head.

Sunoo somehow felt sad about what he just heard. He don’t know but he sort of saw the loneliness in your eyes. He knows you made it clear that you’re not lonely or anything... but something’s just telling him that you are.

He sighed heavily, making you look at him. “Do you want me to tour you around the campus later after class?” he sounded excited.

You blushed once again seeing him smiling brightly at you. Feeling a bit shy and a burden to Sunoo, you were about to say no to him when the bell suddenly rang. Thankfully, you did finish your food and thanks to Sunoo you won’t attend your classes with an empty stomach,

You stood up now fixing your things so you can leave and go home. The classes are now finished and you’re happy you survived your first day in your new school. You thought it would be stressful but it wasn’t that bad.

“You ready, y/n?” your head snapped towards Sunoo when he approached beside you. He finished fixing his things up pretty quickly. And with a clueless expression you starred at him wondering what he’s talking about.

He playfully rolled his eyes and followed it with a chuckle. He can’t believe you forgot about the tour. Some students from your class watched the two of you interact to each other. They never saw Sunoo act so excitedly before. Yeah he’s always energetic but something in him feels different when he’s around you.

“huh?” you asked still clueless.

“I told you I’ll tour you around the campus after class.” he stated that made you remember what he said before the bell rang.

“oh...” your mind trailed over to the thought of how you can say no to him in the nicest way. Sunoo’s been nothing but nice to you so you don’t want to make him feel upset. Besides, he’s the first friend you’ve made here.

“I s-still have things to do at home so I have to be home early.” you tried making up so he can let you go. You’ve been a bother to him ever since lunch. He even bought you food that you tried to pay but he refused hardly. He told you that it’s his way of welcoming you.

He showed you a poker face, “No you don’t! Stop lying. It’s obvious that you can’t lie.” your mouth fell how he easily figured you out.

“I j-just don’t want to bother you.” finally, you admitted him.

He starred at you for a while before he sighed heavily and smiled at you. He extended his hand and messed your hair a bit.

“Nah, it’s fun spending time with you. I want to know you more so come on!” he didn’t let you say anything more but instead he started pulling your arm. You didn’t have any other choice but to go with Sunoo. Besides, it seems like it’s really gonna be fun.

He was smiling brightly as he tour you around the campus. You were right, it was a beautiful school. Before you even realize it, you were laughing comfortably with Sunoo. It’s almost like you two known each other for a long time.

“Don’t your parents ask you if you’re okay with moving or not?” he asked as he handed you the bubble tea that he just ordered for you. Inside a near cafe, you two decided to stop by and maybe take a rest before going home. Touring around tired both of you.

“They ask me of course. My parents were both nice and they don’t want me to have a hard time.” he was carefully watching you while you’re talking. Having him starring at you is surely making you conscious. So you can’t help but to blush from time to time and look away from him.

“And you always tell them that you’re okay with it?” he asked and reached out his hand over you. You stared down seeing that he’s holding a tissue for you to use. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by his small gestures, a smile unconsciously spreads through your face.

You’re actually surprised by how you’re acting right now as well. To think that you just spent almost 3 hours with a person you just met this morning is a news! You even laughed and talked comfortably with him. What kind of witch-craft is this?

“Yeah, I told you I don’t really find any reason to stay at a place.” that’s one thing that people find strange to you. You’re an introvert and don’t get along with people easily but you’re also okay with changes. You think you adapt pretty much quicker than expected.

“I hope you find a reason to stay here in our town.” he said ending it with his bright smile. You were a bit dumbfounded by what he said and you just felt your heart skipped a bit.

Your week in your new school goes on pretty fine. Eventually, you made some friends and Sunoo remained lurking around you. He often spends time with you and sometimes, people find it odd. They think you two just became too close to each other in a fast pace.

It was just days ago that you heard that Sunoo was really popular in your school. No wonder eyes follows the two of you around. Well, that didn’t even shock you so much since you’ve clearly see how attractive and adorable he is. He’s very nice and really get along with people very well.

“y/n! Do you have an answer in our assignment in physics?” he did this cute voice as he went to his seat which is beside you. He was just outside doing club activities and now he came back.

You smirked and pulled out your notebook to hand it to him. His eyes sparkled at the sight of it and surprisingly hugged you out of excitement. Despite of being nice to everybody, Sunoo rarely makes skin-ship so what he did kind of surprised not just you, but also those students that saw what he just did.

He sat down beside you like nothing just happened and started copying your answers. With a blushing face, you heaved out a sigh and started to divert your attention away from the hug. Yeah, you two were getting close but that was the first time that he hugged you.

“You okay?” he innocently asked when he noticed that your face was tinted red. He furrowed his brows getting a bit worried for you.

“Y-yeah, it’s just hot here.” you tried reasoning out and even used your hand to fan yourself. The crease in his forehead got more deeper as he grabbed his water bottle and handed it to you.

Your eyes dropped over his cute blue water jug, “Here, drink water.” he said and your hand unconsciously get it from him. He smiled and even helped you open the cap but he started copying once again.

You gulped feeling your heart beat faster. What is he doing to you? You were completely confused to what’s happening to you. Honestly you have an answer inside your head but you’re trying to shrug it off. You’re not yet ready to admit that to yourself yet.

“Do you think it will be okay, tho?” he asked you as he placed two drinks at your table. It’s lunch time and you planned to just buy yourself a drink once you place your tray at your table but here he is, he bought two drinks already.

You pouted, blushing once again. Sunoo just takes very good care of you. He really do it to the point that your heart really warms up for him. Sunoo sometimes find it odd too because ever since he met you and became close to you, he started acting like this. Like as if he wanted to be by your side all the time. He started buying things for two people, like for example, right now, he unconsciously bought you a drink as well.

“How much?” you asked him ready to pull some bill from your wallet but he showed you his poker face before opening the drink for you then handed it to you.

“Never mind it and start eating instead.” he said seriously and you just shrugged your shoulders and followed what he said.

You two gradually get back to your normal conversations. Students greets Sunoo from time to time whenever those who knows him  (which is a lot) pass by your table. You were slowly getting used to it. Even with those glaring eyes from the girls who have feelings for him were not new to you anymore.

“Where’s Sunoo, y/n? The teachers were looking for him because this is his second day absent.” your head snapped over to one of your classmates one afternoon when she suddenly approached your table and asked that.

Your brows furrowed and shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. Why are you asking me?” you were confused why they started looking for Sunoo at you.

She smiled apologetically at you, “Oh.. I’m sorry. I just thought you know since you two were basically very close.” she then exits herself and started walking away.

You sighed heavily and your eyes darted over the vacant chair beside you. You’re actually very worried for Sunoo. Of course, you already sent him a text but he didn’t replied to you. While biting your lower lip, you made up your mind. You’ll go check on him after class just to see if he’s doing fine.

Feeling a bit hesitant you stood right in front of their house. He still didn’t replied or anything to you so that made you worried even more. After letting out a heavy sigh, you stretched out your hand and clicked the doorbell.

It rang and you patiently wait outside while your heart beat faster out of nervous. You were a bit startled when the gate to their house opened and a Sunoo wrapped inside a thick blanket greets you.

Suddenly your nervous was instantly replaced by worry as you saw him as this state. You advanced and quickly put the back of your hand over at his forehead.

“y/n?” he was surprised that you’re at his house.

“You have fever! Are you okay?” that was a dumb question because obviously he isn’t.

With cheeks tinted red, he held your hand and take it off from his forehead. “What are you doing here?” he asked you with furrowed brows.

You pouted kind of not used that he’s not smiling at you. n “I was worried because you’re absent and you’re not replying to my messages as well.” you told him.

His mouth fell open for a while, his hand still holding unto the hand you laid over his forehead.

“I don’t want you catching my cold.” he said trying to distance himself from you.

You smiled and Sunoo eyes settled over at your smiling face. This isn’t the first time he saw you smiling but this actually the first time he actually appreciated how beautiful you look while smiling.

“It’s okay! I don’t get sick easily.” you said trying hard to convince him.

He starred at you for a while and eventually gave in and let you go inside. He lets you go first as he closed the gate behind you. Your mouth fell open as you admire their house when you entered but your brows furrowed.

“Are you alone?” you asked wondering why the house sounded so empty.

Sunoo let himself dropped over the couch, n “My parents left for a business trip.” he said. You nodded your head and went close to him.

Sunoo gulped and sat properly as you walk closer. You leaned down and once again make your hand rest at his forehead. He’s hot. (I mean, have you seen him with a plain white polo----) 

“Did you check your temperature already?” you asked him.

His eyes pierced right at yours and even when you’re feeling weak because of it, you tried not to look away from him. “Yeah, I have a fever.”

You nodded your head at him and even fixed the blanket so it will perfectly cover him. Your gentle touch makes Sunoo blush once again. Thankfully he have a fever so you’ll think his cheeks were red because he’s not feeling well.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“I can’t cook.” of course. You sighed and tied up your hair to keep them away from your face.

“You’ll c-cook for me?” he followed behind you as you made your way over at their kitchen.

“yeah.” and you gave him a smile before checking their fridge to make him some soup.

Sunoo sat down over at one of the stool and your brows furrowed while watching him do it. “What are you doing? Go lay down!” you said walking towards him to make him go down the stool.

“I want to accompany you.” he said refusing.

“You should rest.” you told him but he pouted at you.

“I am resting.” he said while starring right at your eyes. You gulped and both of you blushed when you realized you’ve been starring for a while.

You smiled a little starring at Sunoo’s sleeping state. He looked adorable while having his lips opened a little while asleep. His temperature went down already and he seems okay. You looked over at the blanket that was at the sofa. While looking after him, you fell asleep and he covered you with a blanket.

Now, you woke up and saw him asleep. Sunoo looked handsome always. Sometimes, you even think it’s so unfair how he can look this good even while sleeping? 

You’re glad that he’s okay now. He really made you worried because he’s not responding to you. Feeling somewhat happy because finally, you had helped him for something. He’s always been the one who takes care of you but today, the role was switched and you’re glad you had returned the favor.

Just by thinking about it, Sunoo’s been really caring for you. Doing small things that you really appreciate. He just make sure you know he’s there no matter what and you want to make him feel the same. You want to be there for him too.

Your smile suddenly faltered and faded when you realized that you have feelings for him. Mixed emotions took over your whole system. You don’t know what exactly to do right now. You’re happy and excited for this new emotion you’re experiencing but you’re also afraid as to how he will react when he knew about this.

You know he’s nice and he’s probably used to people liking him but you’re afraid it’ll make your friendship awkward. You’re afraid that he’ll start treating you differently and find it awkward hanging out with you. You don’t know if you can take that.

As you enter the campus, some eyes were already plastered over at you. Even if you’re wondering why, you decided to just shrug it off and decided to just walk silently towards your classroom. As you get closer to your room, eyes were still eyeing you. Feeling very conscious about it, you had no choice but to lower down your head.

You let out a loud sigh when finally, you made it inside. But that’s what you thought. Your classmates eyes were starring at you as well. Feeling flustered once again, you went straight over your chair.

“y/n!” your classmate who sits in front of you turned around to face you. Unlike the other students, her stares were a lot more gentle. You felt somehow relieved. Feeling so lost because of their unusual stares.

“What’s going on? Is it just me or everyone’s looking at me?” you asked her with worried eyes. She smiled, looking a bit excited.

“How can they not stare at you? Have you seen what Sunoo posted?” she asked you giggling. Your head tilted over to the side as your brows furrowed in confusion.

“What post?” 

“He posted a picture of you sleeping in his house! Why are you at his place yesterday?” she sounded excited while you’re dumbfounded. You can’t even make up what’s she’s saying because she was busy processing things inside her head.

Huh? Picture? Of me sleeping? What is it???? You quickly grabbed your phone to check what she’s talking about. You’re eyes grew big when you saw your account with an unusual number of notifications.

As you click one of it, it leads you towards a post with lots of comments and likes. It was Sunoo’s post and your classmate was right. It was a photo of you, sleeping. 

You blushed because of it but you tried really hard not to put so much meaning into it. Maybe he’s just really thankful for you. Yeah, y/n. Maybe that’s just it.

You tried hard to divert your attention away from the post. It was hard since your classmates were still eyeing you even when the class were already starting. They were stealing glances at you. It was frustrating and you don’t know if you should be thankful that Sunoo’s not here yet or what.

“Yah, y/n, right?” You were taken aback when some group of girls approached you while you’re at your usual spot here in the garden. It was your vacant and to avoid the glances of your classmates, you decided to leave the room for a while to go and have some fresh air. 

With furrowed brows you stood up, “Yeah.” you answered feeling a bit nervous.

With faces looking so stern and serious, you already have a guess why they’re here confronting. It’s probably because of Sunoo, right? Of course it’s gotta be because of him.

“What exactly do you have with Sunoo?” the girl in the middle advanced towards you. Feeling intimidated and scared, you stepped backwards but the other girls went behind you cornering you.

“N-Nothing, we’re friends.” you answered stuttering because of fear.

She looked pissed at what you answered, n “Liar! Friends? I always noticed the way you look at him! You like him! Why are you at his house yesterday? You got to be that desperate huh?” she once again advances towards you and even pushed you hardly.

You tried not to fell over the ground because that would be so pathetic. You gulped trying to swallow the lump building up inside your throat. You’re really scared right now and this is the first time this is ever happen in your life.

“I’m saying the truth. And I was at his house because--” you can’t even finish your sentence when a loud slap crashed over your cheeks.

You were dumbfounded and startled by the sudden attack from her. You never experienced things like this so you don’t exactly know what to feel right now. You can’t even move out of surprise! Your cheeks were hurting so bad and you bet it’s really red now.

“Sunoo and I were completely okay and you just entered in our life? How dare you! I can’t accept this!” she was going hysterical. You were confused why she’s even acting like this. You don’t even know her.

When she was about to slap you once again, you decided to close your eyes and just wait for it to land over your cheeks in the second time but it didn’t happen.

You opened your eyes a little trying to take a peak and you saw someone in front of you. As you roam your eyes around, you saw horror in the other girl’s eyes. 

“What do you think are you doing?” it was Sunoo! You were a little confused because he doesn’t sound like Sunoo. He sounded so cold and emotionless.

“S-Sunoo!” the girl looked surprised that he’s in front of you now, protecting you from the girl who slapped you.

“Who told you that you can hurt, y/n?” he asked sternly and shoved away her hand. It was a bit strong so she backed up away from you. Her eyes started to water.

“Sunoo I like you!”

“And I told you, I don’t.” he was quick enough to response to her. It sent chills all over your spine when you heard how cruel he just rejected her. Will that happen to you as well?

“B-But--”

“I don’t want anything like this to happen again, do you hear me? Nobody’s allowed to hurt y/n or else you’ll deal with me.” he said seriously as his hand slowly took reach of yours. He softly held it before he send glares over them then turned around to face you.

His eyes slowly turned soft as he eye your red cheeks and slightly tear stained eyes. He was so worried for you and kind of feel bad that this things were happening because of him.

“Let’s get that fixed, baby.” you can’t even react at what you heard because he already started pulling you towards the clinic and away from those people.

“Thank you.” he smiled a little to the nurse as she handed him ice. You two were left afterwards and you gulped nervously.

You both were silent as you walk there, you didn’t dare to ask what you just heard and he didn’t dare to open up the topic about it too. You thought to yourself that it would be okay to maybe just ignore it. Maybe he was just really worried that it slipped out of his mouth.

“Let me see?”  his hand feels so smooth while holding your face. His eyes were busy checking your red cheeks and his brows was hardly furrowed.

You chuckled a little and tried fixing his forehead. “Why you look so mad?” you asked like a joke to try and make him feel better.

“How can I not be mad? They hurt you.”

“She’s just misunderstanding our friendship.” you said chuckling. Sunoo pulled away as he stood straight. His eyes were now darted over you seriously.

He clenched his jaw then balled his fist. “Y/n.”

You suddenly felt chills ran down your spine as you heard him call your name. Having him call you by your name with serious face surely is different from when he calls you while smiling brightly. Suddenly, you’re nervous.

“H-huh?” you asked.

“Can I be the reason why you want to stay at this town?” he muttered and you saw how his cheeks got tinted red.

“What?” you thought you heard it wrong. Does he mean it like you think he mean it?

He sighed and starred right at your eyes, “Y/n, I have feelings for you.”

Feeling so overwhelmed and dumbfounded by what you just heard, your eyes started to watered as your heart aches. Is this really happening? You were just thinking of how you should tell him about your feelings.

“Are you serious?” 

“Do I look like I’m joking?” 

You stood up and threw yourself at him for a hug. He chuckled and felt his heart race as he burry his face over your neck inhaling your familiar scent.

“Now, you don’t have to leave anymore because I’ll be the reason for you to stay.” you pulled off the hug and leaned closer to Sunoo letting both of your noses to touch each other.

“I would love to stay.” you muttered before he leaned closer to kiss you passionately at your lips.

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campus heart-throb

[leviskokoro]

Idk I just wanted to write my mc with yanderes from @thelazystrawberryboi​ ‘s fantastic Flipped AU 

WARNINGS

Unhealthy relationships, gore, emotional manipulation

GENERAL

So, Mari isn’t the defiant or combative darling type. She’s no idiot. These boys have tried to kill her before and can very easily kill her now. 

However, that doesn’t mean she won’t try to figure out some way to escape. 

Her plans are usually detailed and thought out

Unfortunately, these boys don’t make things easy for her at all

Waits for some sort of opening or chance before making a move. 

Is actually rather tolerant because she’s also aware that she’s in Hell, these are demons, and that this is all probably normal for them. 

LUCIFER 

Genuinely thought it was a normal relationship 

She was mostly embarrassed at how he shows her off and at the amount of gifts he gives her but still liked him a lot

Until he brutally murdered someone that touched her 

All with a smile on his face, clearly enjoying the process and the suffering he brought 

When he tells her that this is the length he’d go to keep her safe and how much he loves her, she feels kinda conflicted 

Because on one hand, she does understand the feeling of wanting to do literally anything for someone she loves

But on the other hand doesn’t want people to die because of her 

Just decides to go with whatever he says

Waits and sees what happens next 

She’s still aware he’s the eldest and strongest among the brothers so it becomes more difficult to figure out an escape plan. Or if she even should. 

After all, he also has the Demon Prince on his side supporting him. 

MAMMON 

Honestly Mari probably won’t mind too much if it’s him since he leaves her alone for the most part 

Appreciates all his gifts. Sends him texts to thank him since she can’t see him.

Prefers him spending time with her but also understands that he’s busy and doesn’t wanna bother him 

Then she sees that he’s texted her, telling her how much he loves her. He went into descriptive detail on literally everything he likes about her 

Cries. Treasures those messages more than anything 

But then he pulled a 180 and sent a picture of a demon on the streets in tattered clothing. She recognized it as one of the demons that she hit it off with at RAD, guilt and horror immediately filling her senses

Then as she read his novel-length message on why he did it. 

It’s a fucked up situation and she didn’t even know what to do. 

Coming up with a plan to escape him might be somewhat easier since he’s always so busy. 

However, he’s still the second eldest and likely has many resources to track her down and lock her up. 

She’s pretty much a bird in a gilded cage. Her only solace is that he’s not as bad as any of the others.

… Right? 

LEVIATHAN

Well, Mari probably should’ve seen this coming 

But plays along with the married thing. It’s pretty simple for her when she’s played the motherly role for so long. 

Ngl I don’t particularly see how anyone would touch her if she’s already locked up but in the event that does happen, he immediately goes into a jealous rage and just goes ham. 

When he comes back, blood and guts all over him, he holds her in his arms with an iron grip

It was difficult for her to ignore all the blood. She tried convincing him to wash himself off

“Darling, it must be uncomfortable with all that blood on you. I can join you if you want.” 

He refused, only gripping her tighter. 

She could’ve sworn she felt her spine crack under the pressure.

“Do you really love me? You do, don’t you? I mean— I’ve done so much for you.” 

“Of course I do, dear. You don’t need to question it” 

She nervously nods, trying her absolute best not to gag. 

Levi has probably watched a lot of anime with yanderes. Heck, it’s probably a very common trope for Devildom anime. 

So he probably knows his shit. 

He’s got her locked up tight and she won’t be escaping anytime soon. 

SATAN

Also thought it was a normal relationship. She quite enjoyed spending time with him. 

The places he showed her were all wonderful and the experiences she had were so fun. 

Also quite liked his affectionate gestures and liked having him hug her so much. She’s just very touch starved. 

He treats her with such care that it’s hard to see the obsessive glint in his eyes

It probably seems like a great relationship for a while since people leave her alone and don’t mess with her 

But one time a demon was running and accidentally bumped into her

Well, he’s not the Avatar of Wrath for nothing. 

She watched in horror as he destroyed everything in the scene. The demon, the building, the furniture, all of it. 

And yet somehow no debris fell on her, not even a speck of dust. 

He comes back. His expression was as if he didn’t just demolish the entire place. 

“Can I have a hug?” 

“Uh, maybe after you’ve gotten the blood off of you? Humans can be… squeamish around blood.”

He was fortunately understanding enough to go clean himself up. 

The fact that he’s usually so clingy doesn’t work well for her, making it very difficult to formulate a plan. 

ASMODEUS 

Mari actually gets along better with this version of Asmo so a friendship between them happened faster than her and normal Asmo. 

She lets him confide in her and always offers him her support. 

He’s quiet and shy when it comes to his feelings so she didn’t even know he liked her

That is, until one of his flings had found them in public and decided to strike up a conversation with her, trying to get in her pants. (Though admittedly, she usually doesn’t actually wear pants. She pretty much wears anything other than pants) 

They’re dead now. Killed in less than a second. 

Asmo looked at her, desperation and sickness in his eyes. 

He’s even clingier than Satan this time and holds her tighter than everyone else. Not only that but he wants her to scream that she loves him until her throat bleeds. 

Once he’s calmer, he just locks her up. 

I’d say his one of the most impossible ones to escape due to just how clingy he is. 

She’s still waiting for some sort of chance

Only for it to never come

BEELZEBUB AND BELHPEGOR 

So, Mari has lived with manipulative family members for most of her life. She knows what Belphie is doing but still remains compliant because well, Beel was behind him and very willing to do what he tells him to. 

Also, she tries to plot something but Beel immediately notices that and reports it to Belphie, who then tells her that they’re aware of what she’s thinking with Beel staring at her, a threatening glint in his eyes.

Probably the worst among the brothers mostly due to them being able to work so well. 

Beel can read her like a book and is the muscle. 

Belphie is the mastermind and knows what to do and how to do it. 

However, they’re the ones that spoil her the most out of the brothers as well. 

Gifts, affection, treats. Everything she could possibly want and more. 

Is too scared of what they’d do to her if anyone came too close. Not only is there two of them, one of them plays the Devildom equivalent of American football and works out quite a lot. 

Plus the other one has already killed her before. 

She was shut down so quick

But at least this life isn’t too bad, right? 

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U N P L A N N E D, part two

“Hi, uh, Y/N? It’s Harry.”

You shut the bathroom door behind you like you had a few days earlier. This time, at least, you knew what you were getting yourself into. 

“Hey, hi, how are you?”

“I’m good--how are you?”

You took a breath, one that might have been too obvious. “I’m good. I’m sorry to just--ramble on your voicemail. I just, you know, hadn’t heard from you.”

Did you expect to? No. Maybe. You didn’t know. You felt stupid and embarrassed that the words had tumbled out of your mouth.

“Yeah--I know, m’sorry about that. I actually, uh, got sick actually after I saw you last, so I was out of commission for a minute. Been busy but, yeah, I’d love to see you if you’re around.”

“I am, yeah, I’m around.”

Thank god--the last thing you needed was for him to let you down easy, be too nice to say that he didn’t have any interest in seeing you again. You’d prepared for that somewhat, worried that you were just another girl he’d slept with some random night, meaningless and casual. 

Maybe it was that--maybe he thought that buying you a nice dinner one night would be enough to put this in the past. A pang of guilt when you realized that might never be possible.

You didn’t wait for him to offer a time or date. “Are you around this weekend?”

“Uh, yeah, I am.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t mean this in a presumptuous way, but, do you want to come to mine? I know that’s not, like, a date--but, it can be nicer to do something quiet, sometimes.”

You knew what he meant--you knew enough from Glenne to know that if he was seen out in public with you there’d be all sorts of whispers about what it was and what it meant. You didn’t tell him, but you figured somewhere private was a better place to have the conversation you had to have.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Uh, tomorrow? Sunday?”

“Tomorrow’s good--if that works.”

“Sure,” he said. “I can text you my address. Do you want to say around seven?”

“Sure. Yeah, okay. I’ll see you then.”

“Yeah, looking forward to it, Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You hung up, wiped at the sweat that had formed on your forehead, and stared in the mirror. It wasn’t terrible. It was awkward, sure, but he didn’t say no and he didn’t seem to think you were crazy or weird or totally out of line asking to see him again. 

You composed a message to Lexi and Glenne. 

Y/N L/N (2:31pm): I’m seeing him tomorrow. 

Glenne Christiaansen (2:34pm): Thank god. I seriously felt like Jeff could tell something was up this morning. 

Y/N L/N (2:35pm): Well don’t be weird with him!

Lexi MacMillan (2:37pm): Glenne if you fuck anything up so help me god. 

Glenne Christiaansen (2:39pm): I’m not going to! I’m a bad liar so I would appreciate it if we could get this out in the open asap. 

Lexi MacMillan (2:39pm): Glenne...not really about you 🙄 

Glenne Christiaansen (2:39pm): I’m not trying to rush you, I just feel bad knowing!

Y/N L/N (2:40pm): I know. I’m telling him tomorrow. 

Y/N L/N (2:41pm): He said I could come to his house. So, we’ll see. I’ll keep you updated.

**

It wasn’t as far of a drive as you remembered. Maybe the high levels of cortisol coursing through you sped things up, or maybe it was the adrenaline of having just hung up with your mom. 

She knew something was up--she always knew. She called you in the morning and you couldn’t do it, you pretended all was fine and you told her that you were about to head to the grocery store. She didn’t really buy it but she let you go. 

And when you got in the car around 6:15 and found yourself with enough traffic on Santa Monica Boulevard, the guilt started to creep in again. So you dialed her number, put the phone on speaker, and made her promise to not freak out. 

She’d always been the type of mom who could keep a straight face--one who played it cool even when you told her you got detention or pricey parking ticket. She raised you by herself after she split with your dad, a guy who lived somewhere outside of Las Vegas with a new wife and a new daughter. 

She was quiet when you said it. A few seconds ticked by before she spoke. Are you sure? You took a test? Who’s the father?

You know my friend Glenne? You know how her boyfriend is also in the music business? 

She couldn’t believe it at first--a name she’d heard a few times on TV or even from you. She asked the inevitable: what are you going to do?

You told her you didn’t know. You swore you’d think it all through and keep her updated, talked her down and convinced her she didn’t need to drive down to LA from the sleepy town of Santa Paula, where you grew up on bicycles and with books in your small bedroom, reaching for a future that was always bigger than your small town. 

So sure, maybe you had a plan. As a kid you always thought about being an adult--the steps in the following order: college, job, husband, promotion, kids. Scattered in between there was the possibility of a pet, maybe even relocating outside of the city--a house with a pool, for sure. 

None of it included an unplanned pregnancy fathered by someone like him. It hadn’t ever crossed your mind. 

You cried a bit more after you hung up--your mom reminded you that you didn’t have to keep a brave face for her, but after all this time, you were used to it. 

So at least, when you pressed the button on the gate that somehow paged him inside, you felt a bit more confident about your ability to spit out the words without throwing up or crying. That was a win. 

“Hey--it should open now,” his voice was muffled through the speaker, the gate started to hum before it separated, revealing a white house tucked in the hills, a smooth driveway and a view of the city. 

He greeted you at the front door, a smile on his face when you lifted your sunglasses. 

“Hi,” he said. “Find your way okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, a nod. “It vaguely felt familiar, I definitely remember drunkenly looking out the windows on the ride home.”

He laughed--apparently comfortable enough to skip over the whole awkward we slept together phase. He stepped aside and held the door open, allowing you to step into the main foyer. 

That’s when it came back--laughing as you followed him up the stairs and down the hall, a drink in your hand. The view is priceless, he said. He showed you his bedroom, the twinkly lights of Los Angeles looked like snowflakes when you blurred your eyes, he joked that maybe you both drank too much. 

You sat beside him on the bed, told him about the time Glenne came to visit in college and you realized that there was someone who could put Lexi in her place. 

Before you knew it his hands were on your skin, your fingers fumbling with the button of his pants. You told him he didn’t have to, insecurity washed through you when you realized this type of event was probably usually reserved for models or actresses. Shouldn’t it be Lexi in your place? Someone taller and thinner and prettier and richer?

“I’d give you a tour,” he said, pulling you back to the present, “but you’ve already seen it.”

You held back a smile. “I remember it all from, you know, sneaking out in the middle of the night.”

“Right, very rude of you, really,” he smiled, crossed his arms over his chest. An awkward pause. “I would have reached out, but, I dunno--I guess I thought you didn’t want me to since you left.”

You opened your mouth to speak but then licked your lips. “No--I was just, I didn’t want to impose.”

“Well, you missed what would have been a delicious breakfast.”

Quiet for a second, you were glad he was playful, friendly, flirty, even. You knew you were about to kill any sort of mood there might be. 

“Listen--uh, I actually have something to tell you.”

He tilted his head to the side, a curious smile on his face, just like when you told Glenne. He watched you, dimpled cheeks, as if you were about to admit you’d been thinking about him, wishing he’d call, hoping to see him again. 

For a second you wondered if it was the right move, telling him at all. Maybe it wasn’t his problem. Maybe he’d hate you and be angry or maybe he’d think you did it on purpose, a claim to fame or a 401k cash in. Maybe you were better off navigating the waters of motherhood alone. Alternatively, maybe you took the other path. Easier for everyone, right?

But he looked too curious, too innocent, too pure. He noticed the emotion on your face, the water that had pooled in your eyes. His expression changed, furrowed brows and a twitch in his lips before you spit it out. 

“I’m pregnant.”

Again. Quiet--the typical response at this point. Something you were used to. You could see a plane in the distance, on final approach to LAX. Somewhere in the world there were people laughing and hugging and somewhere there were scenes much happier than this one. 

“Uh--I--,” he shook his head, blinked a few times, almost like he didn’t quite understand. “Because of us?”

A nod. You didn’t feel like divulging the same information about how there was no other possibility, especially to someone like him--someone who was surely much more sexually active than you were. 

“You’re sure?”

Another nod. You reached into your purse and pulled out the papers you had printed that afternoon. The results from Dr. Weston’s office. Numbers and words you didn’t really understand. “Here--I, uh, I have these.”

He blinked again, took them in his hands and looked down at them. He licked his lips and then rubbed at his neck. “What’s all this mean?”

“It’s just the test results. I did two myself, you know, the pee on a stick ones. Then a urine sample at the doctor and a blood test, too. Four positive results.”

He was quiet, the lack of noise and words seemed to spike emotion in you, more water in your eyes became tears on your cheeks. He still stared at the paper. 

A part of you wanted to turn around, leave, drive back to your house and climb into bed. Maybe then it would feel like none of this was happening. But you were frozen, feet stuck on the floor in his foyer, staring at the stubble on his chin and the necklace that hung around his neck.

A shaky breath. “I’m sorry--I was--we used a condom, I don’t know how it happened.”

He looked up at you quickly, the rawness of your voice and cracks between words seemed to grab his attention. “Will you, uh, take a test in front of me?”

That made you stop crying really quick. “W-what?” A sniffle when you wiped at your face. 

“It’s just, to be sure. I don’t--sometimes people do this to people like me, and--” 

“Are you insinuating that I’m--” you looked around, not even sure what to call it. “Making this up?”

“It’s not you--I would ask that of anyone.”

Your lips parted, you stared past his shoulder and into the living room. 

Let me give you a tour, he’d said, dimples on his cheeks when he looked down at you that night. Sat on the edge of the couch, he stood above you, handed Lexi another drink before he introduced himself. 

We’ve already met, you teased. You recounted your first meeting, jogged his memory by describing the dress you wore, the restaurant you went to. It had been six months earlier. I’m Y/N, you said. Your name brought it all back for him.

Back in the room, he shifted his weight on his feet. You thought on it for a second. You’d expected him to be shocked and surprised--even angry or disinterested would have been understandable. You didn’t, for a second, think that he might not believe you. 

It made sense, as much as you hated to admit it. You were sure that somewhere out there was a person who would make this type of thing up--news outlets covered stories like that all the time. 

But this--the upheaval of everything you’d come to know--you wished you were making it up. You weren’t someone he met in some hotel bar with something to gain. You were a friend of a friend, wrong place, wrong time. 

“Look--someone will make us do that anyway. Jeff or someone would insist that I have more proof. And I can’t just tell them I took your word for it.”

Another reminder of the distance between you. The fact that Harry drove a Tesla and you had a Honda. The fact that now they were his friends and you were the outsider--the one screwing it all up. And now your friends had to choose sides, and apparently, Jeff was already on Harry’s before he even knew about it. 

“I mean--fine, I can show you the two I already took. I’ll take another, and you can see it, if you want.” 

He nodded. “Yeah, m’sorry, that’s just probably for the best.”

He offered to drive--promised your car would be safe in his driveway until you could come back for it. So you endured the nearly forty minute drive back to your house in quasi-silence, save for the voices from the radio that didn’t break the tension. 

He asked about work, you pretended to be interested in the upcoming release of his music. But the long pauses and sideways glances made it feel like you both knew the questions were obligatory and forced and surface, a lazy attempt at ignoring the obvious.

You pointed out a spot for him to park near the sidewalk, beneath the willow tree across the street that always left pollen on your windshield. He followed you across the road, up to the front door in your snug residential neighborhood. 

“Hi,” you called into the living room, knowing that Lexi had the day off from filming. With your luck at this point, she’d probably be naked (or halfway there) in the kitchen. High as a kite or asleep on the couch. 

“Hey! How’d it--oh.”

She appeared from her bedroom, eyes wide when she took in the sight of Harry trailing behind you. You ignored the flush on his cheeks and the shy smile he threw in her direction. 

It must have hit him--Lexi knew. Lexi--who Harry had known for at least three or four years now--offered a wave in his direction and tried to play it cool. 

“Hi Lexi.”

“He wants me to pee on a stick again,” you said flatly. 

She pulled her head back, a smirk on her face when she turned to Harry. “Really?”

He let out a sigh and shrugged his shoulders. “Do you want to know what could happen if I believed every woman who’s ever said that to me?”

“There’s been multiple?” Lexi looked at him like he was crazy.

“Well--like, two. But they were both absolutely mental.”

You walked into the bathroom and knelt down, digging through the cabinet below the sink for another test. After you took the first you bought another box--two inside. 

You grabbed it and stood, going to shut the door. “Well, I’ll be back.”

“Wait,” he said, shoving his hands in the pocket of his pants. “Can I--uh--come in?”

Lexi’s face twisted. “You wanna watch?”

“Well, how do I know that you’re not pregnant and she’s using your, you know, sample?”

Lexi looked over at you and raised her eyebrows, some type of this is unreal look on her face. 

“Fine,” you said, defeated. “Come over here.”

He stepped into the bathroom beside you and offered an uncomfortable smile, squeezing by you when you shut the door. He sat on the edge of the bathtub and stared at his hands. You pulled down your pants, sat, and then waited. 

He looked up quickly, then back down at the floor. Then back up. “Well--are you gonna go?”

“I need a second,” you said. “I’m not used to peeing in front of strangers.”

“M’not a stranger,” he made a face as if it hurt his feelings. You weren’t about to fight with him--now didn’t seem like a good time to define the relationship. “Here,” he reached up to twist the faucet, a stream of water fell into the sink. 

That helped. You held the stick in place and capped it when you were done, placing it on the sink. You flushed and stood up as if this was all in a day’s work.

“Now we wait?”

You leaned forward to wash your hands. “Doesn’t take long--apparently I’m super pregnant.”

He let out a bit of a laugh at that, a tension breaking chuckle before he picked it up. He pushed out his lips, staring down at it as if it wasn’t as threatening as you’d always felt. 

“Plus sign,” he flipped it towards you, offering you a view. 

You nodded.

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

He was quiet, staring at the plastic in his hands before he put it back down.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “We used a condom.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to--we didn’t mean to. Aren’t you on birth control?”

You nodded. “I was switching to a new one around then--but my doctor said it should be just as effective,” the anxiety grew with each word, the scenarios ran through your head, what you could have done differently, if you should have left right after, cursing yourself for enjoying the sex even though it resulted in this. 

“I don’t know what to do,” you said, wiping at your cheeks to hide the evidence of the tears. You hardly knew him--crying in what suddenly felt like the world’s smallest bathroom didn’t seem like a great get to know you exercise. 

He seemed alarmed by the emotion again, a look of uncertainty crossed his face. “Me neither--I mean, I’m supposed to put out this album and then go on tour and I’ve never--”

A knock on the door, Lexi pushed it open, an inquisitive look on her face. “Everything okay?”

“No,” you both spoke at the same time. 

“Oh good,” Lexi said sarcastically to him, “you’re losing your shit over it too!”

“S’not exactly the best timing, right now, Lexi.” He stepped past you on the white tile, slipping out of the bathroom and making his way for the living room. 

You followed behind him. “It’s not good timing for me either, if you were wondering!”

He turned around quickly. “I know--I didn’t mean it like that, I just--you’ve had a few days to sit with this, right? M’just finding out now so excuse the panic.”

You took a breath, watched as he paced on the carpet and ran a hand through his hair. He stopped suddenly, looked up to Lexi. 

“Does Glenne know?”

She looked over to you, your call, Harry did the same. 

“Great--so Jeff knows! Is that why he hasn’t returned my phone calls?”

“Jeff doesn’t know,” you said quickly. “She promised not to tell him until I talked to you.”

“And you believed her?! She can have quite the mouth, for fuck’s sake!”

“She didn’t say anything, relax,” Lexi tried to settle him, her voice more collected than yours had been all week. “I talked to her a while ago. She’s freaking out, too.”

He flopped down on the couch, a big sigh before he looked up at you again. “Are you--do you want to keep it?”

“I don’t know.”

He nodded, almost like he expected the answer. 

“I wanted to talk to you first.”

He nodded again, eyes still wide. “Okay.”

“Can you just breathe, with me, for a second?” You moved to sit beside him, body angled towards his so he could watch you. In and out, in and out. 

It already felt like you were ruining his life, the last thing you needed was for him to have a heart attack on your sofa. 

He settled a bit at that, another nod to reassure you that he was getting enough air. “Sorry--I just, this is big.”

“I know,” you said. “For me too.”

“Yeah.”

Lexi was still stood in the center of the room, watching the scene unfold. When you looked up at her, she tilted her head. “I was gonna order a pizza--are you guys hungry?”

**

When Harry left the house that night he promised he’d see you the next day. Not only did you need your car, but you figured it’d be easier to actually talk some things through after a good night of sleep and some time to think. 

There was a part of you that wondered if he’d actually follow through--show up at your house at 10am like he said he would. Maybe he’d catch the soonest flight back to London and change his number, barring Jeff and Glenne from ever speaking to you again. 

The pizza was a good call on Lexi’s part. It turned out that when he had some food in him, he was remarkably less anxious. See? You’ll be fine. He’s just like a toddler! Lexi teased after he left. 

She sat on your bed with you that night and just listened. First you told her about the way he looked when you first said it, the blinking and the staring and the shuffling of his feet. Then about the car ride and the radio and the way you pretended that you didn’t notice how often he tried to look over at you on the freeway. 

You had no idea where he was at--you had no idea what he was thinking or what type of person he was. He was a stranger, really, someone who sometimes happened to run in the same circle as you and someone who now had a good reason to never want to see you again. 

Lexi said she was glad that he wanted to talk again in the morning, glad that he knew and agreed that it would be best for him to tell Jeff in a few days, once the two of you had more time to talk. 

You were glad, too. 

“I think he’s here,” she peered out the window, the Saturday sun fought its way through early morning fog. 

Your phone started buzzing in your hand--a call, not a text. You answered it. “Hello?”

“Hey--s’me. I’m outside.”

“Okay,” you said. “I’ll be right out.”

“Don’t be too long,” Lexi said, watching as you reached for the denim jacket on the back of the door. “Are we still watching SNL tonight?”

“Yeah--yeah, we will.”

“Okay,” she seemed to eye you suspiciously. “Call me if he’s being a fucking asshole, okay?”

“Okay.”

She waved you out the door, watched as you climbed inside the dark black car that was parked at the end of the walkway.

“Hi--oh, hi,” the seatbelt seemed to lurch forward on it’s own, making it easier to grab hold of once you sat down. “Glenne’s doesn’t do this.”

“S’the newer model.”

Of course it was.

“Are you hungry? I know you need your car, but I figured we could grab something to eat.”

You nodded, pushing sunglasses down to cover your eyes. “Sure, yeah.”

He accelerated, the car whirred, electric, and he adjusted a few buttons in the front. “Are you feeling alright?”

“What do you mean?”

He stole another sideways glance in your direction. “Like--you’re not nauseous yet, are you?”

“Oh--” you stopped to think about it. “No. But food tastes funny--kind of metallic, almost? I don’t know if that’s related. I’m only four weeks at this point, that’s what the email from Dr. Weston said.”

“Dr. Weston?”

“My OBGYN.”

“Right. When did you see her?”

“Wednesday.”

A left turn out of your neighborhood. You’d caught him up on all of that the night before. The appointment, telling your mom--he listened with wide eyes, pizza in hand. 

“When do you go again?”

“Next week. She said we can talk about options.”

“Oh--should I, maybe, come to that?”

You hadn’t thought about that. It certainly was too early to do an ultrasound, you figured the appointment was a nice way for Dr. Weston to let you know the options for termination, if that’s what you wanted. A shift in your seat, a nervousness when you looked over at him. “If you want, yeah.”

He nodded, quiet for a little as he drove. He was heading for closer to Santa Monica, you didn’t ask where and you figured it didn’t matter. Breakfast sounded nice. 

He eventually turned into a parking lot for a small cafe--one that you heard Jeff mention in the past--with ivy running up the outside trellis that provided some patio shade from the mid-May sun. “The scones here are really good.”

You tried not to laugh. “Scones are probably the worst breakfast pastry.”

“What?” His voice went all high as if you’d said something truly offensive. He pulled out his chair and sat, a casual outfit of athletic shorts and a sweatshirt. Sunglasses--presumably for disguise.

“Yeah,” you said, a bored shrug. “Too dry. Muffins are much better.”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he looked over the menu that the hostess had dropped off, took a sip of his water before looking up at you. 

“Look, I want to just tell you I’m sorry for freaking out last night. I know this isn’t easy for you, either.”

You nodded. “It’s not ideal for either of us, I guess.”

He nodded. Fumbled with the straw wrapped between his fingers. “What are your thoughts on--” he paused, seemingly uncomfortable. “Ending it?”

You shrugged, feeling mostly disconnected from whatever bundle of cells had implanted on your uterine lining. “I don’t know--it would probably be easier.”

He watched you, an unreadable look on his face. He rubbed at his lips and nodded. “You don’t have to. That’s a big decision. I just didn’t know what your thoughts were--in general.”

“I don’t really know what they are. What are yours?”

He laughed a little. “I don’t know. I’ve never had to think much about it.”

The waitress appeared, a look of shock when he smiled up at her, the realization spread over her face before she scribbled down your orders. 

Pink on his cheeks when she left. “Sorry.”

You smiled. “I’m surprised you can be in the sunlight without people following you around.”

He rolled his eyes, let out a playful sigh. “Some days are better than others. This spot is typically safe, though.”

The waitress came back quick with coffees--you were sure to not confuse her eagerness to be near him as prompt service. 

“So--who have you told, again?”

“Just Lexi and Glenne. And my mom.”

“No one else?”

“No. Have you told anyone?”

He pushed the tiny boat of coffee creamer towards you. “No. I just went to bed last night and tried to sleep.”

Another wave of guilt. You were sure he had better things to do than stare at the ceiling thinking about abortion or full term or the possibility that something would go wrong.

“They say you’re not supposed to tell people, you know--before it’s too soon.”

“Right, what is it? Three months?”

“Yeah--twelve weeks. That’s when something is likely to happen. But, look--I get it, if you can’t do this. No matter what I end up doing, I won’t be mad if you’re not able to be around.”

The words came out more quickly than you expected, as if saying them would prevent the damage from spreading. Like a bandaid, pulled off quickly, you placed the proposition on the table. 

He made a face at that, looked down, twisted the rings on his fingers and then sighed. “I wouldn’t do that--I don’t want to.”

“Yeah, but, come on. I mean--you’re busy and this doesn’t really align with your lifestyle.”

He quirked an eyebrow, almost challenging you with a smirk. “And what do you know about my lifestyle?”

You picked up a spoon and stirred the coffee in front of you. “Well--I don’t know. I just, I don’t want you to feel like this means you’re, you know, trapped.”

He nodded, thinking. He licked his lips and pushed his mouth to one side. “I appreciate that.”

He asked where you were when you found out. You told him about the tiled floor of the bathroom at work, the way it cooled your hot skin when you were sure you’d pass out. You told him about the second test, the one you’d taken at home with Lexi, and the ice cream cone you had after you went to the doctor. 

He asked where you were from, said he’d never heard of Santa Paula. He told you that he had fun with you that night, said that he thought about calling you after you left, decided he didn’t want to scare you off. 

He drove you back to his house and pointed out the window, showing you a hiking trail nearby that he liked. He laughed when you made a joke--strapping a ten pound baby to your chest would level up any workout.

So you got your car and left, he didn’t hug you goodbye in the driveway and he said he’d call you--right after he figured out what he was going to tell his parents and his manager. You were about to the shut the door of your Honda when he jogged over to the driver’s side window. 

“When was that appointment again? With Dr. Westfield?”

“Weston,” you corrected. “Thursday, 4pm, I think.”

He nodded, his hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun. “Okay--I’ll come.”

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[smalltragedy]

* justice smith, demi man + he/they | you know gabriel de leon, right? they’re twenty three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, six years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 1984 (infinite jest) by the used like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole waking up in a body as heavy as the dead, emotions always on the verge of spilling over - you laugh before the punch lands, the belief that every encounter you have will be the last thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 31st, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 21, est, they/them )

hi im just reposting gabe’s intro bc its been a very long time n im starting a little fresh hehe. yes i do regret the text color bt im not going back.

VIOLENCE TW

mini playlist.

ghosting ;; mother mother / roam the room ;; citizen / art of doubt ;; metric / thnks fr th mmrs ;; fall out boy / heart in a cage ;; the strokes / where is my mind? ;; the pixies / flowers grow out of my grave ;; dead man’s bones / 1984 (infinite jest) ;; the used / blister in the sun ;; the violent femmes.

statistics.

full name: gabriel de leon.

nickname(s): gabe.

birthday: october 31st, 1997.

zodiac: scorpio sun, scorpio moon, gemini ascending.

label: the icarian.

hometown: belleville, new jersey.

sexuality: bisexual (masc-leaning).

pinterest.

biography.

it’s only rly ever been gabe n his mom n the little new jersey suburbs that r always the same no matter where they go. they dn’t speak abt fathers or brothers or spain or anywhere other than the now, and how its constantly changing bt oddly the same.

his mom’s name is sonia n we love her. she worked a lot as a single mom n p much hs done everything on her own ever since leaving spain.

they dn’t talk abt spain bt we cn talk abt spain n hw sonia hd grown up partially there n partially in the states n hw she’d originally planned to live there forever bt the man she’d fallen in love with ws involved in some. high class dangerous shit n it ws safer fr them to part even if tht involved leaving everything she knew n loved <3

bt its like. ok. bc she hd gabe <3 n they dnt talk abt it so it practically nvr happened. n she tries her best as a mom n usually tht is enough.

they moved around a lot just bc sonia is a very. flighty person. anxious bt nvr seems tht way is just always. tense. gabe didnt think she ws capable of relaxing fr. a rly long time.

she wld commute 2 nyc every morning n after school gabe wld climb onto the train n by the time he got 2 her place of work she’d be just getting off n they’d get a slice of pizza n sometimes they’d go somewhere like central park or coney island (just fr the novelty) bt most of the time they just got back on the train home w/ gabe either doing homework or napping on her shoulder.

when gabe got a little older he’d sometimes skip school n take the train after sonia had already gone so he cld spend the day in nyc. he liked learning bt didnt rly like school. he nvr properly fit in bc of the amt of times they’d move so it felt like nowhere ws. right fr him.

got rly involved in. the punk scene as a young unsupervised teenager n tht led 2 a lot of like. shitty stick n pokes bt also a love of. very loud angry music n a sense of justice tht he held tightly in his fists. got mouthy towards bullies whether at school or in the scenes he involved himself in n started getting into a lot of fights bc of it.

during this, sonia ended up dating n marrying gabe’s stepdad who he calls craig sometimes bt i dnt think thats his name i wont lie to u guys. its partially a joke n partially purposeful disrespect bc gabriel does not trust a single man bt like. man. ‘craig’ is just an accountant. he’s fine he’s a good dude. they once bonded over like. the mets.

violence tw // anyways. when gabriel ws 16 he got into a super super bad fight tht ended rly. terribly n like listen. nobody died bt it ws just. it got blown up very out of proportion n gabe might’ve gotten expelled even tho he wsnt even the one who started it bt thts okay. ‘craig’, or paul, suggested tht maybe. a change of scenery wld b good fr gabe n b4 they knew it they were. moving to paul-robert’s hometown of irving, north carolina. violence end of tw //

he wld’ve complained more bt. fr sonia’s sake gabe kept it 2 himself. it made her happy 2 see them all get along anyways n like. idk he cld put forth tht little effort <3

bt honestly like. he didnt rly get into too many fights once they moved down here n even tho sometimes he ws like. ommgg. i hate this town .. its so washed up .. he still made friends n like. the only thing tht changed ws tht it ws a lil harder fr him 2 acquire illegal substances.

anyways. currently he hs a tattoo apprenticeship n is a professional piercer n like. he plays guitar n writes songs bt thts more of a hobby rn than anything else. mostly focused on paying his rent at port apartments bc as much as he. loves his mom he does not want 2 live with her forever <3 n thts okay!

personality & facts.

overall xtremely passionate person like god. feels emotions so intensely. every time he opens his mouth n talks abt an interest of theirs its just very like. u listen n ur like oh. gained 2 inspiration. thanks.

clings onto his friends p tightly bc he like. nvr rly stayed in one place fr super super long in new jersey so he nvr made very long term friends n now hes like. very clingy HLKDSHLKFSHLKDG also hates to b alone. subtle desperation behind interactions with ppl he rly wld like to be friends with.

like dnt get me wrong hes gotten into. sm fights bt thts mostly bc he cannot keep his mouth shut n he also cnt stand douchebags he like. always wants to tear them down prob bc he ws a victim of bullying. n u know what. we support him. otherwise he loves ppl bt esp if they hv similar interests 2 him.

like golden retriever who bites kind of. intensely loyal but at the same time is very skeptical. things tht good things do not last very long even though they’ve been doing already fr the last few years.

also bit of a nerd. they were nvr rly a big fan of school bt theres smth abt a good superhero comic tht draws their attention more than like. any english class evr. bt seven soldiers of victory? classic. big dc fan.

uh. very into like. hardcore music. hardcore rock. punk. if its loud n angry they r into it like so so much. hs sm tattoos is like. super covered in them its partially bc they work at a tattoo shop n partially bc they do not know hw to manage their money well.

ooohh u know what theyre. kinda moody i wont lie to u. very defensive like they dnt evr wna talk abt their past. has experienced Things n they do not wish to discuss them. will usually like. deflect frm conversations he doesnt wna hv.

in tune with nature. loves fkn taking walks. hangs out in the woods by abernathy creek n lilac ridge bc nobody rly goes there n its just. nice

tries not 2 take anything super seriously 2 the point where when he does take smth seriously its a little scary bc theyre super intense abt it. forcibly optimistic even tho on the inside he feels like a total pessimist. lots of. deep down insecurities tht he projects by attaching himself p firmly onto others. >.>

so so so energetic. can never stay still. always hs to be moving around. restless like tht. probably got it frm his mom. overly protective over the ppl he loves. probably got it frm his mom as well.

goes onto Tangents bt also divert frm those tangents n is generally all over the place.

always cold n always looks tired n like he hsnt slept in a thousand years n u know what. sometimes he just does not sleep.

oooohh theyre a vegan. totally into animal rights. devious little demi man beyond that .. loves horror n the paranormal n believes in like. every cryptic. will debate u on it.

erm not. the kindest 2 themself theyre a bit self destructive. impulsive. drives very fast n parties super hard. said i will hv my effy stonem moment. u dont hv to gabe.

bt ya! luvs oranges n reds n is maybe a short king. hs an eyebrow piercing n like. a lip ring i wont fk around here he IS living his best emo life in 2021. a little outdated on the trends bt thats okay. probably will tell u hes frm new jersey. its a personality trait. smokes the shittiest cigarettes ever.

wanted plots.

just ghosting along ,, dnt even exist 2 me ,, ;; god. firstly just the vast amt of ppl tht gabe hs like. spoken to romantically n then dropped suddenly. n then maybe like. one tht actually Hurt bt they cnt avoid each other bt theyre actively pretending each other doesnt exist n its. hurtful bc it ws like. actually smth nice bt <3 ykno FKLFSDHG

hey hey heyy c’maahn i’m just a little guy ;; n this is the vast amt of ppl tht gabe hs probably. pissed off n hs either fought or been on the verge of fighting just. unable 2 resist a good bicker-turned-duel.

just blistering in the sun ;; they cld b close friends bt also they cld also not b bt just ppl who. indulge in bad impulsive decisions with gabe. general bad influences on each other’s health n just. no good! party hard bt at what cost.

n also ;; like ... rly solid good friendships ... flings n maybe an exe or two tht either ended on good terms or just. horrendous, ppl they’ve distanced frm, ppl also frm up north, piercing customers, bt not tattoo customers bc im p sure they’d get fired if they were just tattoo’ing ppl willy nilly, etc.

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wrong numbers/right answers

iwaizumi hajime/reader wc: 3.9k 

When Hajime had started catching feelings for the mystery number, he'd rationalised that it could never be you. Slowly but surely, his mystery texter had been getting him out the slump Iwaizumi had been feeling over his unrequited feelings, and instead of wondering about you, he was wondering when the next mystery number text would come.

But now you're her and she's you and his brain is going to explode. He doesn't have enough brain cells for this.

Curse this stupid, stinking crush.

“You've been on that damn phone for, what, 30 minutes now?” Iwaizumi growls, waving Oikawa's less than impressive test score across said boy’s face. “What are you, texting a new girlfriend?”

“Iwa-chan, I'm flattered you think I have a new girlfriend!” Oikawa’s ecstatic, typing with one hand and snatching away the sheet away with the other. “But no, I'm just trying to have a good time with our favorite classmate,” Oikawa metaphorically dangles you in front of him, and smirks as his friend’s eyes widen. “Oho, I’ve got your attention now, have I?”

Iwaizumi wrinkles his nose, trying to get the test back. “Shut up, shittykawa. If I knew her better, I'd apologize to her because she has to deal with the likes of you.”

The spiker makes a wild lunge for the test paper, because they came to his house to study, not so his disgraceful excuse of a best friend could tease him about a girl, but Oikawa leans just out of reach, his long arms stretching as far as they could.

“You wound me, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa chuckles, shuffling the paper under the cushion he was sitting on. “My test score wasn’t that bad, anyways-“

“You call a 52% a good grade?!”

“Well, it's a pass, isn’t it? I have more important things on my mind, anyways, like beating Ushiwaka, texting my favorite girl in class, don’t you have something to do? Oh, wait! I forgot that you were-”

“Shittykawa," Iwaizumi cuts in, a seething expression on his face, but Oikawa pays no mind. "If you finish that sentence-“

“-Socially awkward! You can’t even talk to her without blushing! But funny how that doesn’t happen when you talk to anyone else like that, hmm, Iwa-chan?”

Hajime gets up and launches himself across the chabudai, tackling Oikawa, a fist raised.

__

It’s 8am when Iwaizumi gets a text.

From: ??? To: You rinrin this is you right!?? buddy???!! pls send me ur jpnese lit hw I NEED HELP otherwise tatsuya-sensei will have me impaled bro my entrails will be sacrificed to whoever the hell Yamada Kai was, helpppp!

There’s a string of different crying emojis after that, which Iwaizumi finds adorable. He doesn’t know who this is, but it’s obvious that the poor guy went to Aoba Johsai. The woman who taught Japanese Literature was famous around the school for being a harsh marker and a harsher teacher style. They’d been studying Yamada’s works so far, and Iwaizumi expects whoever sent it was panicking- it was 8, school started 8:30, and English was their second lesson of the day (or it was for tomorrow, because Classes 3-4 didn’t have Literature today, but Iwaizumi assumes it’s today, otherwise they wouldn’t be this distraught.)

He glances at his watch- he had a few minutes to spare. He fishes his work out his bag, and he thanks God he's used his best handwriting (Tatsuya-sensei had caused quite the scene photocopying his work last time, showing off to the entire Class-2 how “insufferably illegible” his print was,) hoping whoever was behind the screen could read it. He takes a quick picture of it, making sure it’s not blurry and the script is clear before sending it off and hurrying out of his house.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You [sent: IMG20151219] you’ve got the wrong number but i’m from seijou too. this is the worksheet you mean?

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You aaa i’m so sorry for sending it to the wrong number!

but yes, it is the right one! thank you so much, i owe you one, mystery man!

Oikawa’s waiting for him outside as always, and Iwaizumi deliberately speeds up so he can walk past. Behind him, Oikawa makes a sort of whine from the back of his throat, quickening his pace to fall in next to him.

“What’s gotten you so cheery?” Oikawa asks, and Iwaizumi realizes he’s been smiling. He replaces it with a scowl, quickly shoving his phone in his pocket so Oikawa can’t get anymore curious.

“It’s no thanks to you.” Iwaizumi quips, and Oikawa pouts.

Iwaizumi only risks a reply when he gets to school, because Oikawa Tooru will never shut up if he sees him texting someone that is so obviously a girl.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You how do you know it's a guy..? for all you know i could be a girl, you know.

He gets a reply soon after.

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You well, if you are a girl, i'm sorry!! i didn't mean anything  by it... also i kinda assumed you were a guy because of your handwriting.

He should be offended by that, right? Right. He’s offended by it. He's about to defend himself when his phone buzzes with another message.

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You SHIT I'M SO SORRY THAT WAS RUDE TO SAY!! I BET YOU WON'T TALK TO ME ANYMORE

IT'S UNDERSTANDABLE IF YOU DO...

He blinks, an ungraciously amused smile making it's way onto his face. He leaves his phone alone for the school day, because his teacher has just walked in. He figured he'd reply to you after school, just before volleyball.

It's kind of a mistake, because he comes back to 12 more messages, each message reading a variant of "I'm sorry," the amount of sincerity in each message growing as the hours passed by. He figures it's time to ease the stranger out her misery, and begins typing his reply.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You no need to get worked up on it, lmao   you planned on talking to me again?

While waiting, he has enough time to go to the clubroom early and change out of his school uniform to his jersey. He's halfway through fixing one half of his laces when his phone pings.

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You it's because i thought i owed you one.... but i guess if you don't want to talk it's okay lol

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You i hope it's not me that offended you this time. i do want to talk. you seem... cool?

He hits the send button, rereads it, and recoils. That sounds awkward.

Iwaizumi starts typing more.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You besides, you don't know me. how are you gonna give back (whatever. i don't know how! you're the  one that wants to owe me.) if you don't even know me?

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You won't it be funner if it's a mystery?

i guess... we could help each other out! anytime we need hw help we just call each other, like a private help line.

(also, why the question mark? of course i'm cool!)

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You i think that sounded less creepy in your head.  

(sure, you're cool. [heavy sarcasm, if you can't tell.])

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

is that a no?

(rude!)

Iwaizumi stares at the screen. Well, he didn't really mind. And whoever this was sounded pretty trustworthy, and not a random creep that pretended to be a Seijou student in their free time. His time to deliberate is cut short, because Oikawa slams the clubroom doors open, singing a Christmas carol Iwaizumi didn't recognise, along with Hanamaki and Matsukawa, who were discussing what kind of forfeit Oikawa had to pay today if he didn't set as well as he should; ramen or oden?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You fuck why not

i'll be looking forward to... being helped out? bye.. i'll talk later.  

my best friend is here and i'm not ready for him to annoy me straight to satan's asscrack.

Iwaizumi whips the phone away from Oikawa's line of vision, only letting him see his asscrack remark. (It backfired, because Oikawa spends all of the time from putting his shoes on to the start of practice whinging.) The boys slowly file out of the clubroom, Kunimi shutting off the lights as the door softly clicks closed.

Iwaizumi's phone lights up in his blazer pocket, a simple "see you later!" on the screen that brightens the whole room up.

___

It's two weeks later when Iwaizumi needs the help he's been promised. He opens up his chat- they'd just been talking last night about Seijou's annual fair, and what they each were going to do.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You hey english is kicking my ass

can you help a me out please

To: You From Crying Emoji lmao ofc !! what do you need help with

i would let u copy my answers but i feel like you actually have to learn english at some point phone-chan lol

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You the english were on crack when they

made up their language i swear

does the sentence "the star shine brightly" work

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

LMFAO

weh that's a trick question

"shone" is for no object and "shined" is for when here's no object. so like shone works for 'light' and shined can be for like

a car headlight

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You what the hell

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao ikr english is crazy

you also forgot the "d" at the end lol

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You that one is on me that's simple

but the other thing isn't. aren't the both shining anyway? what's the point in having two. i hate this devil language i swear

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

if it helps no one really cares and i think

you could get away with either english has a lot of rules and no one follows them sooooo... it's whatever!!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You

try telling that to fukuoda-sensei i swear that guy has a grudge against me or smthn

To: You

From: Crying Emoji lmao WAHAHAHA i had him last year.... he literally hates fun i don't think i've ever seen him smile

good luck with that phone-chan :P

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You

one last question btw

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

ooh okay shoot!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You what's 好きな食べ物は揚げ出し豆腐 in english

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao ...

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You don't tell me you don't know :(

To: You From Crying Emoji lmao phone-chan, if i say i'll make your agedashi tofu for the festival tmrw will you please stop making vague hints  towards it for the rest of the night?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You :)

To: You From Crying Emoji lmao the things i do for you, phone chan!

___

"Iwa-chan, don't eat too much." Oikawa says, blinking as he tries to process the sheer amount of beancurd his friend is wolfing down.

"Says the person who hogged all the milk bread once." Iwaizumi retorts, rolling his eyes. "This is one plate of tofu, unlike when you once wasted 2000 yen to buy the school's entire daily stock of milk bread so you could eat it." He pauses to finish another cube of his favourite food. "And school milk bread doesn't even taste that great."

"It was cheap, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa tries to defend himself. "Makki, Matssun, help me out here!"

Matsukawa only shrugs, and when prompted by Oikawa to give a 'real' answer, he sides with Iwaizumi, apologizing sheepishly.

"Sorry to admit it Captain," He chuckles, "But I don't really like school food anyways."

Iwaizumi shoots Oikawa a teasing smirk, and Oikawa's just about to say something when Hanamaki pipes up.

"I like it," Makki makes a non-committal gesture, and Oikawa looks happy with that. "I mean, sure, school food isn't that great but I think the milk bread is the only good thing about it."

"Like striking gold in a coalmine!" Oikawa nods his approval, and Iwaizumi just sighs. Looking around, he spots you out of the corner of his eye, looking as good as usual and serving a few parents and students. He knows he can't call you because he'd end up sweating through his blazer, so he asks another classmate instead.

"Okuhara-kun," He calls, waving to a boy in his class. "Do you know who made the tofu?"

The boy shakes his head. "Whoever it was came early to drop it off. It had a note with it though."

This gets Iwaizumi's attention. She'd left something for him? "Oh? What did it say?"

"Uh- this is an exact quote, by the way- 'Phone-chan, don't you dare!'" Okuhara replies, drawing out quotation marks in the air. When Iwaizumi lets out a loud laugh, he takes it for disbelief.

"Is it... really that funny?" He questions, looking bemused.

Hajime grins. "Not really."

____

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You you didn't even drop any hints!

all you gave me was a note that told me to go away

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao i knew you'd go looking, phone-chan! my intuition is as good as ever!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You unfair. that was like, my best friend's level of unfair.

so unfair that i'm thinking about moving my best friend back to the top of my favourites list :/

That was a bold faced lie. Oikawa had never been on the top of his favourites list: that was reserved solely for Makki.

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao you wound me!

who is this best friend?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You

not telling lol

you'd know who i was then

To: You

From: Crying Emoji lmao spare hint ma’am?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You you didn't give me any!

and you're the one who wanted to keep it a secret in the first place :/

...but fine.

he's on the volleyball team

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao oikawa!!??

To: Crying Emoji lmao

From: You ... :( yeah

see i told you!

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao actually, i don't know the vb team that well. oikawa's one of the only guys i know  because he's popular. and loud 

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You oh so i’m not popular?

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao aww phone-chan it’s not like that <3 ur popular in my heart :)

Iwaizumi curses at the blush that follows reading that. He will not allow himself to get flustered over that, it was a joke!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You gee thanks 

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao besides i still know the third years! i'm just saying i don't know them that well!!

hanamaki, matsukawa and iwaizumi. they're a close friend group, so i expect one of then is you

When he reads his name, he doesn't know whether to deny it completely, or confirm that it's him. Hajime puts his phone down and paces for a bit, wondering if he's fucked up. When he checks his phone again, chewing on his lip, he guffaws at the message they've left.

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao ...judging from how you're not replying, you are.

but since i don't know which one, i'll decide on calling you phone-chan, yeah?

When Iwaizumi met whoever they were, he was gonna give them a lecture of a lifetime about not being a smartass.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You fine, yeah. i am one of them. but now you owe me a hint too!

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

well, i suppose i do!

i'm one of the girls in the class that actually has oikawa's number. he half forced me to give it to him, actually, but it's still been fun talking with him.

(not as much as talking with you, phone-chan!)

and i also totally get why he's annoying.

Iwaizumi feels a tiny bit of jealously bubbling up- irrational, because he's only been texting them for about half a month. His friend's statement about liking talking with him more than Oikawa makes him a little pleased, because people didn't usually pick his pretty best friend over him (selfish, yeah, but he's tired of girls asking him to deliver chocolates to the setter and befriending him in hopes of getting closer to Tooru.)

But girls who had his number? Only the ones Oikawa actually had an interest in.

The grand total of the people in his class with the brunet's number was three, because as courteous and as flirtatiously he acts, he accepts and turns down people normally, and doesn't like hurting girls as much as his playboy rep boasts (Iwaizumi's always liked that about him.) The three girls he knew of consisted of Aoi, his ex, Reina, who unbeknownst to Oikawa at the time, swang the other way, and...

You.

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao i know that aoi, reina and (name) has his number...

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao well, one of them is certainly me!

we're both down to three, phone-chan. even ground!

Iwaizumi feels the world cave in on himself, reading the message over and over. Aoi was a nice guy, but he was also the same brand of pompous that Hajime disliked and Oikawa had found cute. They’d ended it horribly, so Hajime was decidedly not looking forward to the possible outcome that it was him, so he casts away the thought before it can solidify in his mind’s eye. Reina didn’t even like guys, so if you were you…

Huh. His mouth’s gone dry suddenly.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You cool cool

 hey i'm gonna head to bed i gotta emotionally prepare for voluntarily walking into japanese lit class with tatsuya sensei on my ass

sorry to cut it short

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao aw don't worry about it phone-chan <3

good night! and see you tmrw, whether we know it or not!!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You sleep well

Iwaizumi curses during the 5th hour of trying to sleep. Curse this stupid, stinking crush.

___

He wishes he hadn't asked. He's fine with his favorite crying emoji user knowing who he is, but knowing that it's you sort of struck a pang in his heart that couldn't be undone. He can't concentrate in class, and though he fights it because Oikawa's caught on to this habit, he finds himself staring at you instead of listening to the teacher. The whole situation was annoying!

First he thinks you're cute but he'd chalked it up to never working out because Oikawa had managed to snag your number. Then Oikawa assures him that it's platonic and they only talk about school work which is, to say the least, bullshit, because Oikawa can't actually text without getting distracted. His best friend has a tendency to rant about volleyball or start gossiping when his phone is within reach, and it's why his study sessions happen with Hajime next to him (and even with him, Oikawa still manages to get his grubby hands on his phone.) His best friend was absolutely up to something, and it had been killing Iwaizumi that he didn't know what it was.

And then he'd gotten that cute, fated, statistically impossible text from a wrong number, and fallen into a cute flirting-but-not-really routine. They were kind, sweet, and willing to help him with trivial things like homework and make him his favorite food.

It was easier not really knowing who it was! That was mean to admit, sure, but even when Hajime had started catching feelings for the mystery number, he'd rationalised that it could never be you. Slowly but surely, his mystery texter had been getting him out the slump he had been feeling over his unrequited feelings, and instead of wondering about you, he was wondering when the next mystery number text would come.

But now you're her and she's you and his brain is going to explode. He doesn't have enough brain cells for this.

Hajime sighs, looking away from you and back to his worksheet. Algebra stares back at him with no mercy. "I have no brain cells." He mutters, amending his thoughts. In the seat next to him, Oikawa chuckles lightly.

"You've got enough to stare at her, though." He whispers, and Hajime feels his blood boiling. "I swear, when the bell rings, I'm going to-"

The teacher clears her throat loudly. "Iwaizumi-san, if you could refrain from speaking until I've finished..."

Iwaizumi feels his hot rage flood into his cheeks as embarrassment instead. "Of course, sorry sensei."

You catch his eye as he averts his eyes from the teacher, and you smile encouragingly. Hajime thinks the knot in his forehead gets worse. He feels himself go hotter, somehow, and quickly goes back to looking at his math equations. Oikawa's still fucking smirking.

"Denial, Iwa-chan."

There's something fishy in the way that Oikawa texted the group chat about getting lunch. Firstly, Oikawa liked western food for whatever reason, and whenever he asked to go out, he would picked a pricey French place. The rest of the team would debate for about 8 minutes before usually settling on a cheap soba place near the town centre. He'd claimed it was for a post-midterms celebration, and since the Christmas holidays had started, they might as well go somewhere altogether, as a team.

But Oikawa's suggested this expensive ramen place (which... alright, it's not like Oikawa never eats Japanese. But he doesn't prefer it, and Hajime is paranoid about whatever plan his best friend has hatched) and instead of shouting at him to lower the price, Makki and Mattsun agree immediately. Iwaizumi knows Makki is broke this week, after having to buy a replacement volleyball for the one they popped while roughhousing, so he doesn't understand why he'd agree to blowing 2000 yen on a single bowl of ramen.

The rest of the third years decline or agree. Iwaizumi thinks this is for plausible deniability, to make him think it's all alright. But when Oikawa @'s him in chat to confirm for the coming Thursday, he grudgingly agrees. He's wanted to try that ramen place for a while, anyway, and he's putting too much thought into this. It was just lunch with the team. It's fine.

Then the coming Thursday rolls around, and he's been standing outside the ramen place for 5 minutes and no-one is here and he's going to kill Oikawa-

To: [crying baby noises] From: You oikawa i swear to god where the fuck is everyone. i'm going to aim every spike in practice to you i swear. yahaba would help me

To: You From: [crying baby noises] WAHAHAHA it's okay iwa-chan, someone else you like much better than our sweaty volleyball team is coming ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

To: [crying baby noises] From: You die in a ditch

To: You From: [crying baby noises] you won't be saying that after ur first date! (☆ω☆)

here's her number, since ur gonna need it!

[CRYING BABY NOISES] HAS SENT YOU A CONTACT

Iwaizumi grumbles the entire time he's punching in the number, intending to tell you that you've been set up and you don't need to bother coming, but his phone shows up with an error that he's already got the number saved. He stares at the notification, blinking once, twice, before the elation sets in and-

"Ah, Iwaizumi?" You call his name, walking quickly towards him and giving him a bashful smile. "Sorry I'm late. I wasn't worried because I thought it was just going to be Oikawa talking my ear off, but he texted me to say... well."

He just says your name, blushing but still grinning. You chuckle, and the little display of happiness pushes him to at least try and say something, "Oikawa gave me your number, but..." Iwaizumi trails off.

"He sent yours too." You explain, pulling your phone out and, at last, he's given proof that you're the mystery number and his grin manages to get wider. The cool winter air bites less than it did before. "But I already had it saved."

"Me too." Hajime says, taking a step closer to you and taking a hand tentatively. Your fingers slip between his, and your cheeks are pink from more than just the cold.

"I had a feeling it was you." You admit, still looking at him the way you do in his dreams. "It's nice to finally meet you properly, Phone-chan."

[giovanniis]

what  is  UP  my  pals  ,  mis  amigos  .  my  name  is  dab  and  i’m  ur  new  bff  .  besides  that  ,  i’m  also  twenty  ,  use  she/they  pronouns  ,  and  am  kickin’  in  over  here  in  pst  !  under  the  cut  ,  i’m  gonna  ramble  probably  a  lot  about  my  son  ,  giovanni  .  (  spoiler  alert  :  he’s  a  dumbass  who  only  ever  wants  to  talk  about  hockey  .  )   DMISMDA  anyways  .  pls  give  this  a  LIKE  if  u’d  like  to  plot  and  i  will  come  RUNNING  !  my  d*scord  is  𝒅𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒊_420#1971  if  u  wanna  hmu  there  !  i’m  gonna  shut  up  here  now  so  i  can  start  babbling  more  below  hehe

chicago’s very own GIOVANNI NARCISO has been spotted on madison avenue driving a range rover , welcome ! your resemblance to shawn mendes is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-second birthday bash  . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re stubborn , but being ambitious might help you . i think being a leo explains that .  3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be the sharpened blades of a pair of ice skates, hockey memorabilia everywhere, and late night escapades . 

╰  *  MINI STATS  !

FULL NAME  :  giovanni  noel  narciso  

NICKNAME(S)  :  gio  ,  g

AGE  :  twenty - two

GENDER  +  PRONOUNS   :  cis  male  +  he  /  him

ORIENTATION  :  bisexual   /   biromantic

ZODIAC  :  leo  sun  ,  gemini  rising  ,  pisces  moon  

BIRTHDAY  :  july  26th  ,  1997

PLACE  OF  BIRTH  :  toronto  ,  ontario  ,  canada 

LOVE  LANGUAGE  :  physical  touch  

OCCUPATION(S)  :  professional  hockey  player  for  the  ny  rangers  ,  socialite  

DRINKING  /  DRUGS  /  SMOKING  :  hell  yes  /  no  /  only  weed

TRAITS  :  stubborn  ,  hotheaded  ,  dramatic  ,  standoffish  ,  brash  ,  overemotional  ,  facetious  ,  distant  ,  provocative  ,  inconsistent  ,  unpredictable  ,  gullible  ,  sympathetic  ,  charming  ,  loyal  ,  hypocritical  ,  protective  ,  talented  ,  ambitious  ,  passionate  ,  affectionate  

LIFE  GOAL  :  make  it  to  the  hockey  hall  of  fame  and  be  remembered  as  the  G  O  A  T  

╰  *  BACKGROUND  INFO  !

giovanni narciso was born in toronto, canada on july 26th to a world-renowned hockey player and his socialite wife. needless to say, gio lived his life in the spotlight from the moment he was born, and he’s always had everything he’s ever wanted right at his fingertips.

from a young age, gio was encouraged to be active all the time. he started skating almost as soon as he learned how to stand up by himself. it’s no wonder that he had such a knack for it with his father being a hockey legend and the fact that he got so much practice. when his father realized that gio had a natural affinity, he put him onto a club hockey team as soon as he was old enough, and started making gio work with a private coach to give him a one-up on his teammates and everyone else on the ice ( despite the fact that he was only seven when he started ).

because of this, he always felt a lot of pressure to be the best he could possibly be… how could he not ? there were sports reporters showing up to his games to get the scoop on how he was doing, and how he compared to his father, and if he’d ever actually make it in professional hockey.

his parents divorced when he was eleven, and his mom moved to marry a much older, wealthy man in chicago, illinois. so, much to his despair, gio lived his life switching from toronto to chicago. the only constant in his life was hockey. so even though it stressed him the fuck out, it also made him feel at peace. he knew no matter where he was, he could get on the ice and kick everyone’s ass. he spent most of his time in chicago with his mom, and attended school there too, but during holidays or the summertime, he spent his time back up in toronto with his dad.

this really took a toll on his mental health because his mom ?? sorta just forgot about him :/ like … she fought for custody just to spite his dad ? she didn’t actually want gio. this sounds kinda dumb but like … sorta think about cinderella ( #gioella ) and how he suddenly got thrust into an entire new family that didn’t really like him or know how to connect with him. he felt really alone more often than not.

luckily, at sixteen, he was signed to a minor league hockey team in chicago. because of this development, he stopped going out to visit toronto as often ( especially when it was game season ). this caused a lot of buzz in the hockey community because oh my god giovanni narciso, son of a hockey legend, was breaking onto the scene

and it SHOULD’VE STAYED THAT WAY !!!! BUT NO ! gio’s dad had other things in mind. demon.

you see, pretty much all throughout high school, gio was dating kylie. she is the love of his life. there’s never been an ounce of doubt about that fact. the sky is blue and gio loves kylie. like ???

gio proposed to kylie when they were eighteen. fresh out of high school. this made gio’s dad LIVID. he didn’t like kylie or her family or anything about her. gio’s plan, of course, was to say a big fuck you ! and marry her anyways. but it didn’t end up working out like that.

sadly, giovanni’s father did not approve of her. was he a little salty that gio chose to stay in chicago and not visit anymore (even if it was because he was signed there) ? yes. was he incredibly greedy and wanted to cement the narciso name in history too ? aaaabsolutely.

as soon as he was eligible at eighteen, gio had multiple offers from nhl franchises to come play for their teams. he could pick and choose whoever he wanted, basically. he was a real hot commodity. but suddenly, the offers were being ripped right from his hands. and it was all because of his dad’s influence in the hockey world. he basically gave gio an ultimatum: marry kylie, and there was no more hockey. or do as he said, and he could have it all.

it was rushed, haphazardly chosen decision, but gio chose hockey. it had helped him through every rough patch in his life, and it was the one thing he knew he was good at. it’s not like he was exceptionally smart or good at anything else. if it wasn’t hockey, then he wasn’t worth anything. that’s something he honestly believes to this day.

so instead of TALKING THIS THROUGH WITH HER LIKE ANY RATIONAL PERSON WOULD ! he straight up left. packed his shit and left in the middle of the night when kylie was asleep. completely ghosted her. didn’t answer her texts, her calls, nothing. blocked her on everything.

he did as his father told him to, and started dating carolina graham, a nice girl that his father liked a lot better

their relationship was reminiscent of p*te dav*dson and ariana grande’s. they very quickly got engaged and they were the talk of all the tabloids. there wasn’t a moment where they could step out without cameras being shoved in their face. this sky-rocketed gio to socialite status. everyone that didn’t already know him from hockey wanted to know the handsome young man now engaged to carolina

ok now lightning round

when he was twenty-one , he secured the bag with the ny rangers DJSIOAJDOA and got a multi-year contract — one of the biggest contracts in the nhl history, and became one of the youngest captains ever .

* more fun facts about gio n hockey : he plays first string center and is #2 !

since his career was actually stable, he decided to stop having to pretend to be in love with someone, and immediately just broke up with carolina. he said goodbye wifey JDSAODSA  aaaaand now , a year later , he’s livin it up !

also ? 1000% still in love with kylie but THAT is a completely different story he is a #simp

╰  *  PERSONALITY  !

hockey is a rough-around-the-edges type of sport, and that’s reflected in gio’s personality. he’s very charming, and is typically a pretty nice person ? he doesn’t go out of his way to be kind or anything but he’s not gonna start a fight for no reason DSAIJDSADSjDI

he’s terribly stubborn, and once he’s set his mind on something, it will happen no matter what or who he has to do. this could be good because in a way, it just means he’s very ambitious, but it’s also bad because he will do and say things without a thought about how it makes someone feel

narciso is a fitting last name because he’s incredibly full of himself. how could he not be ? he’s the son of a hockey legend, and he’s made a great name for himself too. he’s an amazing athlete, and he knows he’s good looking too. it’s no secret that he’s a little big-headed sometimes.

he has a very short temper. he blows his lid very easily, and will say things he probably doesn’t mean just because he wants to hurt you.

he just??? doesn’t think. he doesn’t have a filter literally at all. will say the first thing that comes to mind always and it’s usually fucking stupid sdjdjas… he’s also a big jokester and very sarcastic 

also has a problem with being honest ? lies about everything? the type of person to smile in your face while he stabs you in the back? will lie when there’s no reason to? you could be like “gio did u eat breakfast” and he’ll be like “ya.” even if he didn’t like… dumb shit. don’t ever trust him about anything

ok so he comes off as cocky like… externally… but inside, he’s really insecure? like he believes that love exists because he’s felt it but he doesn’t…. think it was meant for him, if that makes sense. because every time he loves someone, he fucks it all up. because of this, he has a really poor vision of love n everything. uhhhh can u say trust issues?

he’s also a wh*re . i’m so sorry. lowkey craves affection and fills that void with meaningless hookups and one night stands 

most people think he lives up to the ‘dumb jock’ stereotype, which is something he’s also really insecure about. it’s not that he didn’t try in school. he did to a point, but then he just flat out stopped caring. school was always really difficult for him. he was diagnosed with dyslexia when he was 7, and it always made him feel really out of place in school… to the point where he just stopped caring because all it did was made him feel frustrated and dumb when all he needed was some extra help?

he’s misunderstood

and also just… a whole mess tbh djsaios….

u can find some wanted connections here 

[ain-t-bovvered]

15x05 Commentary

bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@smol-and-grumpy​​  (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon​​​  (Kat)  

@waywardbaby​​​  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giulia)

Zee: Careful with the coffee

Giulia: Never

Zee: I mean careful you don’t spill it again

Giulia: It’s “paint with bob ross” kinda morning

Zee: Whenever y’all ready

Zee: Someone should wake Kat up

Nat : I’m ready

Giulia: Ready

Zee: I’ll scream at Kat

Giulia: @Kat yo bitch wassup

Nat : @Kat are you still up?

Zee: Houston we got a problem

Nat : Shall we wait

Giulia: Y’all in a pinch. She’ll see the texts ..?

Nat : Nah didn’t see one since 7.47. I mean she didn’t read one since then, I’m almost positive that she fell asleep

Giulia: @Kat  lol poor bb

Nat : Ok the rest of you ready

Giulia: Ya

Zee: Yep

Nat : go

Nat : Yummy

Giulia: Aaaah hell yeah

Zee: Beautiful

Giulia: Crack

Nat : It’s just us

Zee: Not Rowena again

Giulia: DON T MAKE ME WATCH ROWENA AGAIN

Giulia: NOT THE BREAKUP AGAIN

Giulia: NOOOOOOO

Zee: Not dean being a dick again

Giulia: THE PAIN I DIDN T NEED

Nat : Ah they ded

Zee: They dead

Giulia: no one is that clean during a camping trip. With make up and cute hair

Nat : 11years of not dying

Zee: She said it right

Nat : Are they triplets?

Zee: Who is so clean on camping

Nat : Yeah, I wish I looked like that when I go camping

Giulia: Also those immaculate white socks

Zee: I do t go camping

Zee: First dead

Giulia: Nice fake lashes bish

Nat : The camping alone is so wrong. At least make it believable

Giulia: Fuckinng hate those 90s hats. Why are they back They should burn

Nat : No, JUlie is not ok

Giulia: The fuck u doing

Zee: Why do people ask that after they hear someone screaming

Giulia: Oh she was doing it right

Giulia: Hewwo

Zee: He’s huge

Giulia: what she said

Giulia: AWE AWE AWE

Nat : Sam texts Cas

Giulia: JARED BB

Nat : SAM DIDN’T EVEN KNOW CAS TOOK OFF

Giulia: UGH IM HURT

What’s the last text??? I wanna knoooooow

“Cass  _(b/h)_ _ k  in  _ _    _ _ _ p “

anyone have suggestions?

D: Hey, you know they make Ghost Pepper Jerky? S: Uh, you’re not gonna like it.

Zee: Food again

S: Dude, ghost peppers are really hot.

D: It’s really good. I like it.

Giulia: lol Me

Nat : YOU WEAK DEAN

Zee: New reaction gif

Giulia: Me with vodka. And spicy stuff

Zee: He’s trying tho

Nat : Water does not help Deano

Giulia: Snort I cannot

Giulia: U DESERVE IT

Nat : HE REALLY DESERVED IT snorts

Zee: He has puked in his mouth

Giulia: What he’s saying lol

Giulia: AH

Nat : Yeah sure that helps

Giulia: new reaction gif

Zee: This is ridiculous

D: Oh, sweet mother

Nat : Hi Samifer

Zee: OH NO

Giulia: OH NO FRIED CHICKEN SUIT

D: Please forgive me.

Nat : Ah, that’s the scene then

Giulia: no

Giulia: JESUS

Nat : NO FUCK I DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING

Giulia: neither did sam

Nat : WHAT SHE SAID

Zee: WTF

Nat : Ah, what a surprise

Giulia: oh wow

Nat : no

Nat : NO

Nat : N.O.

Giulia: Nice and toasty

Nat : Listen

Zee: I don’t like this

Giulia: From meat man to BBQ man

Nat : WHAT IF THIS IS A FORESIGHT (do you call it that?)

Giulia: Yeah

Nat : WHAT IF THIS WILL BE THE END. SAMIFER AGAINST DEAN

Zee: Yes

Nat : DEAN DIES EVERY TIME

Nat : SHUT UP NAT

Giulia: Well we don’t know if lucifer is gonna be there again tho

Zee: Yeah. Shut up Nat

Important announcement :

nice, proceed

D: Fish and Wildlife.

D: Look at you. You look like a baby.

Giulia: 2 babies

Giulia: Can i have that mug lol

Zee: Obviously

Nat : Obviously

Giulia: Obviously

Giulia: Oh look at use spelling it all right in one sitting

Giulia: *us

Giulia: FUCK

Zee: Their legs tho

Giulia: I can’t with those hats

Zee: Friend’s? Not sisters?

Giulia: Ah so pretty

Giulia: Good hair

Nat : She’s so pretty in the hospital bed

Giulia: Make up on point, Lashes

Zee: You have a thing with that

Giulia: I love fake lashes so much, I want them 24/7

Nat : I mean COME THE FUCK ON, at least try?

D: Whatever you saw.. we’ll believe you.

Giulia: Awe soft dean

Zee: That close up

Giulia: DEAN DON T BE SOFT WHEN IM ANGRY WITH YOU

Nat : Why do the doctors not put something on that gash?

Giulia: RIGHT

Zee: Because she has to at least look like she’s been attacked

Nat : Listen, I have a problem with that

Nat : So now her tears go into that gash

Nat : Very sanitary

Giulia: NO STOP IT DEAN STOP BEING SOFT IM SO ANGRY

Giulia: FUCK U

D: Werewolves, monsters – they’re all real. And me and my brother – we hunt them, and we kill them.

D:  That’s what we do.

Giulia: aaah yes the bad werewolf

Nat : Doesn’t make sense that the werewolf let her go

D: Hey. Whatever you’re worried about, hey, whatever comes at you, we will handle it.

Nat : STOP IT DEAN *throws hands in the air"

Giulia: BABY

Giulia: SOFT BABY

Nat : Yeah, rub your hand in your gash. That’s gonna make it better

Zee: I don’t think we can be angry at Dean this ep

Giulia: Fucking watch me

Nat : ANGRY

D:  I promise you that.

Giulia: what a pretty shot

Zee: FOCUS

D: Hi there. You mind if we have a moment of your time?

Moon Moon #1 : Can we say no?

Moon Moon#2 : We just don’t have a lot of visitors.

Moon Moon #1 : Because we don’t want visitors.

Zee: THATS YOU ?

Giulia: He’s me

Giulia: And @Nat

Nat : Oh Oh

Zee: The look

Zee: I want some visitors

Giulia: That s why i didn t tag you

Giulia: Shifty eyes sam

Nat : You go out to the woods at night a lot? That sounded like a pick up line

Nat : Ah wolf fight

Nat : Ah they brothers

Nat : I thought they were lovers

Giulia: I thought they were a couple

Zee: I thought they were friends

omg they are brothers

Nat : snorts

Giulia: Aaah can t wait for the parallels

Nat : Can I already roll my eyes at them

Giulia: Im already doing that

Nat : Sleepy Bear Inn

Zee: Wtf she wearing ffs?!

Giulia: A good berret

Nat : WHAT IS SHE WEARIING

Giulia: A berret

Zee: There she is

Giulia: Bad color

Zee: Hideous color

Giulia: But all berrets are good. It’s IKEA’s color and i hate it

Giulia: My god doesn t she looks like mini donna tho

S: I just – This case – I mean, it – it just feels weird.We – We roll into town. There’s an eyewitness. We find them immediately. Doesn’t it seem a little too easy?

It’s what we’ve been saying

A : Actually…um…could you stay with me?  Just until I fall asleep?

Zee: Stay with me

Nat : Could you stay with me. Hey

Giulia: Get in line bih

Zee: I really need to pee

Giulia: Keep it

A: Do you like your job?

D: Right. Do I like it? Uh… I do. I mean, there’s bad, don’t get wrong. There’s a lot of bad. Still, it feels good to help people.

Giulia: …DEAN NO

Nat : So she will sleep in those clothes? The make up too

Giulia: dat gloss

Zee: Why does he do that?

Giulia: That shirt is crying for mercy

Zee: Giuls, enough with the make up

Giulia: Insert dean’s bitching gif

No it’s important

Nat : I don’t understand why they couldn’t do it a little more real

Zee: I’m where I’m supposed to be

Nat : Insert Dean’s gagging gif

Giulia: Stop wasting screen time with that

A: Wouldn’t it be great if everything was just planned out for you…if it was all just already decided?

Nat : Why doesn’t she lie down

Giulia: Look at those lines

Zee: I AM

Giulia: And jaw line

Giulia: And scruff

Nat : Stop

Giulia: Pouty lips

Nat : Ah

Zee: Great

Giulia: Ok but HOW those 2 dumb shits got past Dean Winchester tho

Giulia: I don’t understand

Nat : It’s MEH But the lashes on point

Giulia: What is happening

Zee: And they know that they suspect them

Nat : What are they

Giulia: WHERE DID THEY RAN BITCH

Nat : I don’t think shes’ “Ashley”

Giulia: those teeth are so bad my god

Nat : I dunno. It’s gotten worse don’t you think? Throughout the year?

Zee: He shot his brother

Nat : Yeah

Giulia: Well

Nat : I saw that coming

Giulia: PARALLELS they did foreshadow

Giulia: Oh wow

Giulia: Lol

Giulia: K

Giulia: Bye

Giulia: Hate this

Zee: Can he stop?

Giulia: …

Nat : Ah

Giulia: NO

Nat : Okay

Giulia: Hate it

Nat : That was weird.

Nat : You don’t say

Giulia: Fuck

Nat : OH

Zee: WTF??!!

Nat : WHAT?

Zee: Shut the fuck up

Giulia: WELL WOW

Zee: Lilith

Nat : LILITH

Giulia: oh come on

Giulia: Oh right she did got out

Giulia: …seduce dean?

Giulia: SHE TOO YOUNG OMG

what I meant here is , although Lilith is a centenary demon whatever, the body she is in is too young looking for Dean, and honestly…gross ok

Giulia: ah she did put dean to sleep

Zee: I love the hard way

Nat : I mean, did someone expect anything else to happen

Giulia: No dean come on

Zee: What?

Nat : What

Giulia: hate it

Giulia: OH HEWWO

Zee: Demon

Nat : Hi

Giulia: BB

Giulia: I MISSED U

Zee: Back off

Nat : Mmmhh

Giulia: yum

Giulia: YUMMY

Giulia: YUUUUUUM

Nat : Eats him alive

Giulia: MY GOD

Nat : How do I get the feeling that at the end one of the brothers will die

Zee: He came and left

Giulia: He really did sigh

and left us satisfied but already wanting more

Nat : I need to pee

Giulia: KEEP IT

Giulia: i was burning last time

Zee: Nine more minutes Nat

Zee: She’s sassy tho

Zee: One brother killing the other ??!!

Nat : ONE BROTHER KILLING THE OTHER

Giulia: Of course

Zee: I don’t want this

Nat : They are getting us accustomed

Giulia: US

Giulia: AH that’s from the trailer

Zee: STOP IT BITCH

Zee: WE UPGRADED

Giulia: Thanks grandpa winchester

Nat : She upgraded too

Giulia: Oh ok

Zee: Oh crap

Giulia: Out of god’s control

Giulia: DON T TOUCH BABY

Nat : It’s in the car

Giulia: DON T

Zee: Bitch

Giulia: OH THANK GOD

Giulia: Wait

Nat : Great

Giulia: Of course

Giulia: What was that face dean

Nat : Hate it

Giulia: YEAH IS THAT CAS

Zee: He’s asking about Cas?

Giulia: AWE THEY KEEP HIM INFORMED

Zee: Shouldn’t have driven him away imbecile

Giulia: well did you two really believed it

Giulia: What

Giulia: WELL I DON T

Nat : THEY ALL END THE SAME WAY

Giulia: what I said

Nat : FORESHADOWING

Nat : We should probably let Becky write the ending

Giulia: Yeah Well Not really If her ship is still the same

Nat : She’s changed

Giulia: Well she’s evaporated so

Nat : DEAN STOP YOUR FACE

Zee: Well, Dean has lost faith

Giulia: They both need to shut their faces

Nat : STOP THIS MEH I CAN’T STAND IT

Nat : Trailer?

Giulia: Ok but like the episodes have less and less positivity in them. They are darker and hopeless and I kinda live for it

Zee: Next week witches

Giulia: Meh witches, That are not rowena

Nat : I’d love if they would have some good real make up

Nat : CAS

Nat : Why won’t they stop hurting Sam?

Zee: I HAVE TO PEE

Nat : ME too

Giulia: What

Nat : Cas was in the trailer

Giulia: …WHERE

Zee: WHERE ?

Nat : Or is it a flash back

Giulia: OH YESH

Giulia: I was distracted by y’all talking

Kat: I can’t believe I fell asleep. What a loser.

Zee: Bb. You needed sleep.

Kat: I DIDN’T WANT IT

Nat : Sometimes you don’t always get what you want

Zee: Thanks Nat

Kat: Like I wanted my demon to have at least one sassy line but NO

Nat : Good that you were asleep because we salty enough lol

Kat: I glanced through. How’d y’all like the parallels and Lilith’s return?

Zee: THE PARALLELS . LOVED THEM

Zee: Right @Nat  ?

Kat: Do you think shouting makes you sound less sarcastic?

Kat: The only thing I got really annoyed about was them having the gun in the glove compartment. The boys would never put it there

Giulia: Dean would have kept it close to his hands or in the bunker

Nat : MEH MEH MEH MEH

Nat : I’m annoyed that the girls look picture perfect. Don’t get us started on the lashes

Zee: Hi Giuls

Giulia: Listen. I’m ok with make up , but at least make it natural That wasn’t natural

*it was supernatural….snort*

Giulia: Who has eyeshadow in the hospital And what is with the yellow theme. Idk if that was a choice or not. Whatever all seems more…theatrical or is it just me

Kat: The first scene definitely was. I mean the first girl to get killed was in a skirt camping for fucks sake

Nat : I mean, who wears make up for camping?

Kat: Did y’all notice the salmons on the boys hats?  SALMONDEAN

Kat: And the curtains at the end? Thanks Rich, didn’t need that punch in the heart after my baby was already crying

Giulia: A salmon yeah…what s the dean part?

Kat: It’s a joke I’ve seen them do at panels. You know people say Sam and Dean like it’s one word? Jared thought it sounded like salmondean and there’s been a whole bit about it

Nat : Yeah, I noticed the hats but I didn’t look that close to what fish it is

Giulia: I don t hear it. But ok

Kat: Are you pronouncing the L?

Giulia: No because it’s not there

Nat : snorts

Kat: Right Just checking

Kat: I just- My demon 😍

Zee: I’m feeling things again

Nat : Is ghost pepper jerky a thing?

Kat: Yes All kinds of jerky

Nat : We only have like honey and teriaky besides the “original”? So lame

Kat: I went to a jerky store in Florida once. Dean would be in meat heaven.

Giulia: I wanna be in a meat heaven

Giulia: What

Nat : I wanna be in man meat heaven

Kat: I wanna be in meat man heaven

Nat : I rewatched some scenes and like, why did the writer write for Lilith to try to “seduce” Dean. It’s kinda weird

Giulia: IT IS WEIRD AF. I hated it

Nat : Do they think that Dean will hump every young thing that bats their fake eyelashes at him tho

Giulia: Idk maybe chuck version

Nat : It was 10 years ago. Sam was older then too

Nat : Chuck watches too much porn. Probably has a daddy kink too

Kat: Yeah gross

Nat : The ending will be like Chuck wants it. One of the brothers dead. Probably he wants for Dean to kill Sam but then Dean offers to kill himself or by the hands of Sam and then at the last moment, Sam can kill Chuck somehow but it’s already too late because Dean’s drawing his last breath.

Or they find the way to have the Equalizer back, Dean offers himself to the the one pulling the trigger against Chuck but then Sam somehow wrestles the gun from him and shoots Chuck, leaving Dean there, watching as his brother dies and all his purpose in life until now.

Nat : AH SHUT UP NAT

Zee: DON’T YOU HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO THAN SHRED MY HEART TO PIECES??!!! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!!!

Zee posts something hurtful on 19/11

Giulia: Why u attacking us on a tuesday

Zee: 🤷‍♀

Nat : Great job in ignoring my theories

Giulia: I don t like them

Giulia: insert Becky’s monologue

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Can I have a request where the male V3 cast’s fem!s/o went to vacation to America and then two days later, police come to their door come to question them and it was later discovered that someone killed her. 4 months later when it was her funeral she just s h o w s u p . And so she later had to explain her wacky adventure that went from the mafia to curses. Bonus points if she just yells: “OI! I thought I told you not to eat my cake... or did I?”

Sorry but this time I won't fight for bonus points

V3 boys whose fem!s/o went to America for sometime and then days later it was  discovered that someone killed her when it was her funeral she just shows up

Ryoma Hoshi

He didn't mind you going there alone. Like why should he stop you? Ryoma trusted you and knew that you were smart enough to not get yourself in trouble.

But few days later he was informed that someone killed you and he couldn't belive it... Why did world want to take everything from him so badly? He should have come with you... Or at least stop you... But it's too late now... He needs to face reality.

For first week he tried to get over it alone and didn't told any of your friends about it but your family members did knew.

All that time you weren't around he felt empty and didn't smile at all. But can anyone blame him really?

Ryoma didn't move any of your belongings he knew that sooner or later he had to do it but he just didn't not even when your funeral was next week.

When the funeral took place it was quite awkward since your body wasn't found but the killer turned themselves in immediately after committing their crime.

Some people found it wierd since why hold this event without the body? It was more likely to be just a sad party where all your loved ones mourn your death.

That is untill you suddenly walked in. Everyone was surprised and Ryoma didn't knew what to think at that moment.

While everyone gathered into large group hug you were quite confused and when they let you go you asked Ryoma what happened.

So he told you whole story. But to be honest he thought that everything in front of him wasn't real and it was all a dream... Thank God he was wrong he was so wrong and he can't be more happy to be wrong.

When you came home Ryoma asked you what actually happened and where were you entire time? You saw no point in lying to him so you told him what happened.

Gonta Gokuhara

He understood why you were going there without him and of course he will miss you but he doesn't want to hold you back.

So he tried to plan something on your arrival. But other than that he did pretty much what he usually did when you weren't around.

However about 2 days after the police informed him about the incident... And he couldn't belive it...

He felt like his legs were giving up on him and started crying. You were so kind! Why whould anyone do this to you!?

It led him to this point where he didn't knew what to do. Should he tell anyone? What is he going to do without you for good!?

It broke his heart when he thought that he won't ever see your smile again... Won't hear your voice... Nothing will ever be the same...

He decided to distract himself from this brutal reality for a bit and spent some time taking care of his bug friends. But it wasn't enough to cure his broken heart. No matter what he did he couldn't stop crying...

After some time had passed Gonta started thinking more about memories he made with you instead of the fact that he won't be able to build any new.

And when it came to your funeral he was calm. Still extremely sad but calm. All of your friends and family members were there and he talked to them entire event.

That is untill everyone saw a familiar face... It was you!? Gonta was super happy and confused but mainly happy!

He gave you the warmest hug and didn't question what happened for the time being. Gonta told you how much he missed you and you just couldn't help but smile.

Later on you told him about your adventure and he was impressed since what you did was so brave!!!

K1B0

Keebo fully understood why he shouldn't come with you so he didn't question it.

So he often contacted you and accidentally forgot about the timezones- so he did call you while you were sleeping. He didn't do it intentionally tho-

He started worrying when you didn't show any signs of being alive but he thought that you were just having a good time and he should stop worrying.

But when he was informed about your death he could not believe it... It must have been a joke right?

After some time though he believed it and felt like he was about to cry... Right he can't cry...

He wanted to be alone for a while so he ignored every call he received and didn't let anyone inside.

'a while' lasted for about 2 weeks- then he ansvered to all the messages he got but he still was extremely sad.

There wasn't anything specific he did before your funeral. He was doing everything he did before but... You just weren't there...

When everyone gathered he thought about how much he loves you and wished you were alive... Then he felt someone touch his shoulder.

As he turned around he saw you and shouted your name catching all attention. Keebo was extremely glad that you were alive.

He didn't care about people around and asked you what happened.

Kaito Momota

When you told him about going there he let you go on one condition. You HAVE to call him every day.

So when he didn't got a call one day he was getting worried since you didn't ansver his calls either... Maybe you went to sleep early? Maybe your phone battery was dead?

Another day passed and he still didn't hear from you... But he did hear from the police that you were dead.

Kaito couldn't belive it. At first he doubted it but sooner or later he had to acknowledge it...

He tried not to think about it but he couldn't stop no matter how hard he tried.

Entire time between your death and funeral he tried to spend with his friends so he could calm down. But he just couldn't stop thinking about you.

When it was time he didn't understood why there whould be a funeral if there was no body. To be honest he still felt like something was wrong and you were still alive. At least that's what he hoped for.

That's when he looked around and saw you. There was no mistaking it definitely you. At first he was freaking out since he realized you might be a ghost but- it's you.

When you noticed him you ran towards him catching everyone's attention as they didn't knew what to say...

After all you were supposed to be dead! But not like anyone is complaining about the fact that you are alive.

He asked you thousands of questions from what happened to you to where you have been this entire time.

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi didn't stop you from going there and didn't even thought about it.

When you were gone he missed you but you talked from time to time so it wasn't that bad.

It was bad when he was told that you died though. He became a shut-in and didn't go outside for quite a while untill some of his friends payed him a visit.

They managed to put him together but it didn't change fact that he was constantly thinking about you. In the good way though.

He slowly got over your death but didn't try to forget you. Heck it was last thing he wanted.

After few months he was at your funeral trying not to cry. He needs to stay strong.

But in reality what made him cry wasn't the fact that you were dead it was the fact that you were alive.

Seeing you made him feel much better. And then you explained everything to him.

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro whould love to come there with you but he couldn't. It was mostly around his sisters but he told you to go by yourself.

Every day you made sure to at least text him so he started worrying after you didn't contact him for 3 days...

Then information about your death wasn't a secret. He felt like he was going crazy. Denying it he thought that it was just a nightmare but it wasn't.

He tried to hide all of the despair from his siblings and tried to act like nothing happened. But he abandoned sleep. He couldn't sleep knowing that he won't ever see you again.

And everything was like that until it was your funeral.

But during it he just felt empty... Still he wanted to live for your sake.

However all his thoughts were disturbed when he saw you making grand entrance on your own funeral.

He immediately stood up and ran towards you he hugged you close and didn't let you go for very long time.

Kokichi Ouma

He wanted to go too so he tried to change your mind about going alone. But you couldn't take him and he knew why.

So your plans stayed the same. Still Kokichi often called you in the middle of the night on purpose. It was a little revange but two can play this game.

Either way you stopped responding. He thought you were just annoyed by this so he didn't worry.

That is untill he was informed about your death... He didn't wanted to believe it but it was the truth. But he didn't cry. Instead Kokichi was lost in thought mainly thinking about what you went through together.

Around others Kokichi acted like he usually did to their surprise. But only you could tell it was a lie. Still you weren't there so this doesn't matter.

When months passed it was your funeral already. And everyone was surprised to see your there ALIVE!?

When Kokichi saw you he couldn't tell how he felt but those emotions sure were positive. He asked you what happened and that's when you told him entire story but not in detail.

Korekiyo Shinguji

When you were going on your vacation Korekiyo had planned to do his anthropology work and he focused on his research only- if not the fact that he whould wait for you to contact him and see how were you doing.

However one day he got message from your killer and his heart literally stopped when he saw that message.

He calmed down thinking it was a joke (even though you never joked like this) but then the photo was sent and he didn't knew what to do at this point.

The police took care of it but your body wasn't there when they went to investigate. Still there was your blood on the crime scene.

Korekiyo thought about preforming a seance and that's exactly what he did. There was something odd though... It didn't work. Maybe it was because he was way too far from place of your death? Or maybe there was no death to begin with.

Either way Korekiyo didn't thought that you actually died because there was just too many odds.

But he showed up at your funeral either way. Still he didn't believe that it was happening.

All his thoughts were confirmed when you showed up. He wasn't as surprised as rest of your loved ones. But he was first one to hug you. It was very tight and loving hug even though he thought that you weren't dead part of him thought that he was desperately denying truth.

~Mod Chiaki

[hoodie-lover]

My Multiverse - Part 3

Killer was carving at his desk when he heard a loud crash in the living room. He got up and looked out his door to investigate, and was startled to see Error collapsed on the floor, crying and screaming. Without thinking he ran down and grabbed a medical kit and the fluffiest plushies he could find. They were basic animals and grey silhouette of humanoid people. Error had made them during his stay in the anti-void and was very attached to them, but they were largely table decorations now. 

Killer was soon joined by everyone else, and they all had plushies and med kits as well. Nightmare had the most stuff, on account of his extra limbs, but they all made way for him to check on Error, they knew he could figure it out quicker than they could due to him sensing negative emotions. 

Nightmare kneeled in front of Error and lifted up his chin with the tip of his tentacle, their eyes meeting. Error shuddered and looked away, scooting back until he hit a chair. Nightmare tried to get closer, but Error only curled up in a ball and sobbed more. A look of defeat spread across Nightmare’s face and he stood up, returning to his boys and initiating a huddle. 

“Whatever, or whoever did this is getting killed right?” Dust asked, and was met with face palms and sighs. 

“Yes. Obviously. Now focus on finding their identity.” Killer said, rolling his eyes. 

“He won’t respond to Nightmare, he seems scared of him.” Horror relayed, “Maybe he was tormented by something dark? Or Dream?” Horror suggested and was met with some slight head nods and consideration. 

“That seems more Ink’s alley, Dream’s far too soft.” Nightmare scoffed, and was met with a few ‘really’ type looks. “What? Ink’s soulless, Dream is kindness incarnate.” And his boys sighed in annoyance. 

“I think we should give him the plushies. He’s always liked fluffy and soft things.” Cross suggested, and was met with the disbanding of the huddle and the collections of all the stuffed animals in the mansion. Cross also sent out a text to Fresh, he and Error always got along. 

As Error was piled under a mountain of toys, and Fresh sat next to him, he sniffled and dove onto Fresh. That whole scene lasted a few hours, Horror and Nightmare stuck in the kitchen making sugar cookies and hot chocolate, while Cross, Killer, and Dust were snuggling with Error and Fresh, adding more toys to the pile. For a moment, all that mattered was comforting Error, that was all they needed to care about and think about. No missions, no PTSD, no insanity, no responsibilities, just Error and their family. Though it was never spoken, they all wished it could be like this. Just them, and them alone. 

They all had lost track of time, but when Error had fallen asleep, they decided to have a large cuddle pile and relax. The same feelings of peace and joy filled their souls and emanated from the large living room. Nightmare slept the best of all, feeling almost no negativity from his boys, but a small glint of despair nagged at him, deep within Error, guilt, horrendous guilt. Though Nightmare couldn’t sense the source, it made him sick, and it made him angry. Angry at someone, an indescribable fury burned within. He would try and ask Error about it tomorrow, it was late.

Nightmare stretched tentacles all around his boys, one draped on each of their shoulders, like a boa. They each, one by one, leaned into them, falling into a blissful dreamland. Where no one could hurt them, and the were all safe. 

Upon the new day, Error was in the comfort of the hideout, an old mansion in an empty AU. Long corrupted by Nightmare’s magic, the place was may dark shades of blue and purple. Error thought it was pretty, a nice break from the anti-void. But the darkness of the room where he tortured Dream was still fresh in his mind, now the dark atmosphere and color pallet made him uneasy, and guilty. He just wanted to disappear, he wanted to leave, but he would not be silent. He fought Ink for thousands of years, and he knew that Ink would never give up Nightmare, Cross, and Fresh, he would see them as glorious entertainment. And, they would want him to do whatever it would take for him to stop Ink, once and for all. 

Before he left, he gave them his crowning achievement. Dolls of all of them, arranged in a pattern around a picture frame, a gift from Killer, and a picture painted by Cross inside. Every stitch meticulously chosen and weaved seamlessly with the soft cotton fabric. He left it on the mantle, and left the hideout, as if he was never there that day. 

In the anti-void, things remained unchanged, and he opened a viewing portal to Underswap. There Blue was making breakfast tacos. They smelled amazing, but as anyone who had even heard of Blue or Papyrus’ famous dishes of choice, smells and looks are deceiving. He waited for Blue to leave the kitchen to appear on the couch, sitting uncomfortably. Blue flinched and assumed an attack stance, about to pounce like an angry cat watching a big fat grey rat. 

“What are you doing here villain?!” Blue cried out, summoning an array of bones to protect him, and also aiming at Error. “I want to talk. I need help.” Error confessed, ringing his hands, and looking at Stretch’s door, waiting for a blaze of fury and righteous anger to burst out and dust him. 

“What?” Blue said, ceasing all signs of aggression, and giving him a confused look. “We can talk here, but I have a place in the anti-void if that is ok. I’ll feel more comfortable, and I’ll keep a portal open for you to go home whenever.” He begged, tears welling in his eyes.  

“Oh dear!” Blue cried out as he ran to Error, sitting next to him. “What do you want to talk about?” Blue asked, his big and blue star eyelights glowing with concern, and suspicion. It impressed Error how Blue managed a balance of the two emotions. 

“Can we talk in the anto-void?” Error asked, and Blue eyelights vanished, his voice deep and threatening. “I f y o u k e e p a p o r t a l o p e n n e x t t o m e.” Error was creeped out and nodded his head vigorously. Blue’s cheerful persona returned and he took Error’s hand, which stayed in contact for little to no time at all before Error ripped it away. 

“No touching please.” Error asked and Blue agreed. They made their way to the anti-void, Error making a portal to Blue’s room right next to a fluffy bean bag. Blue marvelled at the scene before him, but was repulsed by the web of souls above them, gagging and almost throwing up. 

“What do you want to discuss? I’m committing treason by not trying to kill you, you know?” Blue stated, face grim as the words smacked Error in the face. 

“Ink hurt me, and Dream.” Error confessed, shaking. “How did he hurt you? How did he hurt Dream?” Blue asked, standing up, a mere step from his AU. 

“He threatened to kill Nightmare, Cross, and Fresh if I didn’t let him change my code. He made me hurt Dream, I can’t stand it!” Error screamed, burying his face in his hands as he sobbed. “B-but I had to tell someone, and you always believe in others, you always give people a chance, a-and you’re so close t-to Ink I-” Error stuttered as he broke down.

Blue looked shocked, but he kept his composure. From what he had seen from tapes rescued from destroyed worlds, and heard from survivors, Error was not the emotional type. Often reveling in the suffering and pain of those whom he killed. Seeing him cry from guilt, Blue knew something wasn’t adding up. Blue walked over to Error, avoiding any physical contact, though he did touch him to move his hands and look him in the eyes. 

“Tell me exactly what happened. This is serious Err-” Blue said before he was paralyzed by a pain in his soul. He clutched it and fell to the cold floor, blanketed by a thin cotton rug, and he was pulled back by blue magic, uncomfortable amounts of blue magic too. 

“Error, sweetie, what did I tell you?” Ink said, standing where the portal to Underswap once was. “Don’t spill anything or I’ll dust Nightmare, Cross, and Fresh.”  he threatened, his fist shaking and smile demonic. 

Blue realized what was going on quickly, he knew he had to get himself and Error out of here, or who knows what Ink would do to them. Straining against the pain, Blue stood up and walked over to Error, barely making it a few steps. Though the shocked expression he saw on Ink’s face, he saw as he stole a tempting glance, was the highlight of his very short day so far. 

Though, as Blue starred at Ink, the man he had pledged his loyalty to, to defend the multiverse with, he saw no such person. A horrible thing that deserved no such loyalty. He turned his head and continued to take small steps towards Error, pushing himself with every breathe, trying to stay conscious despite the pain. 

Ink merely laughed at Blue’s attempts and grabbed his shoulder, needing only one step to catch the one-inch taller skeleton. “Do you really want to make me your enemy?” Ink asked, pressing his mouth against Blue’s cheeks. “You feel the pain in your soul, I could make it worse. Error was right, I can make him do anything I want, I need only ask. Choose wisely Blue.” Ink told him, grabbing Blue’s jawline and forcing eye contact, after a few tense and silent seconds, Ink let Blue go, and ceased the pain. “I’ll give you a few moments to think about it.” And Ink left the two alone, and Error broke down into tears. 

“It’s ok Error, we’re going to be ok. He won’t hurt you as long as I am here. We’re going to find a way out of this. You can make a portal, right?” Blue asked, but Error shook his head and showed Blue his code. It was a jumbled mess, but it seemed that his ability to make portals, was turned off. 

“Ink can do that. Though he can’t sense when and where to I make portals, he can shut off that ability whenever he pleases, regardless of where we are.” Error explained, sighing. They really were trapped here. It was giving Error flashbacks, to a simpler time, to blissful time, but underneath that bliss was a rotten stench, and one that haunted him every day of his life. 

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Hi! I love ur angst!!! So good! Could u please write a scenario where Karamatsu gets badly hurt by saving his one of his brothers and the brother who was saved feels rlly bad and worried. (like in a car accident or something) thanks u very much!! Sorry for my bad english. >.

Thank you so much! Funny you should ask this…I’ve actually had this fic idea in mind for ages and just never wrote it out until now, so hopefully you like it. 

Warning for car accidents and mention of blood and injuries under the cut:

“Karamatsu, come on! Let’s go already, before I leave without you,” Todomatsu huffed impatiently, tapping his foot as he waited by the front door. “Mom’s gonna be mad if we don’t get what she needs from the store soon.”

“Right, right! On my way!” Karamatsu took the stairs two at a time, hastily pulling his hoodie over his head. He’s always like a puppy when anyone asks him to do something with him, Todomatsu couldn’t help but think. Always so eager to get going. It’s so silly…but I guess it could be worse. At least he’s wearing normal clothes and not that ridiculous leather jacket, or those stupid sequin-covered jeans…

Karamatsu tugged on his shoes, then reached into the pocket of his hoodie and whipped out his signature sunglasses, which he put on with a dramatic flourish. Todomatsu sighed inwardly. Well, so much for that. Always so painful…

“Let’s just get going already,” Todomatsu muttered, swinging open the front door and stepping outside into the warm sunshine.

The walk to the store was quiet enough–neither of them spoke much, to Todomatsu’s surprise and relief. They arrived at the store in no time at all, retrieved the items on the shopping list Matsuyo had entrusted them with, paid for their purchases, and left in record time. They’d each bought a little something for themselves, too–Todomatsu had found a new face mask he’d been wanting to try, and Karamatsu had helped himself to a new fashion magazine. Todomatsu had tried not to roll his eyes and could only distance himself as the cashier rang up that purchase.  

It was on their way out of the store, though, when their ordinary trip turned into something far more excruciating. Two women–two really pretty women that were way out of their league, Todomatsu thought–were standing by the bike rack outside of the store, chatting and giggling with each other, clearly absorbed in their conversation.

Todomatsu was prepared to walk right on by without making any sort of scene, but not Karamatsu. No, it seemed that would’ve been far too simple for an idiot like him. Instead of minding his own business like he should’ve, he chose to go out of his way to approach them.

“Good afternoon, lovely ladies,” he greeted them, flashing them what he must’ve thought was a charming smile. “Wonderful weather we’re having lately, hm?”

The girls eyed him cautiously, their smiles fading into condescending leers. Todomatsu mentally smacked his hand to his forehead, wishing he could just disappear–or at least completely disassociate himself from his dumbass brother. He shot him a withering glare, silently begging him to leave them alone and follow him home.

Karamatsu didn’t seem to catch the hint from any of them, though. “Do you come here often? Perhaps we shall cross paths again one day, if fate allows–it would be an honor to be graced with the sight of your pretty faces again!” He raised his sunglasses and winked at them, as if that would make the painfully lavish flattery any more appealing to them.

“Gross,” one of the girls muttered, sneering at him.

“Freak,” the second girl jeered, and the two of them spun around and walked off in the other direction.

Todomatsu could only gape at the scene that had just unfolded before him, his jaw nearly scraping the pavement. “Karamatsu…what the hell was that?” he exclaimed, once he’d finally recovered enough to find his voice.

Karamatsu blinked, fazed at first, then slipped his sunglasses back on and grinned.  “You know how it is, my dear Totty. I was merely trying to recruit some Karamatsu girls, but they didn’t seem interested.”

“I should say not!” Todomatsu sputtered, glaring at him. “Do you really think any girl is going to like being approached by some random guy and then flirted with?! Because I can almost guarantee you that’s not the case!”

Karamatsu blinked, stunned at the sudden outburst. “I wasn’t trying to do anything bad…I simply enjoy complimenting anyone who seems like they’d enjoy it.”

“And has anyone so far, Karamatsu?” Todomatsu prompted, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “Because last I checked, you don’t exactly have a swarm of Karamatsu girls flocking around you. Your act is ridiculous, and I can’t stand it anymore.”

“Ahh…my sincerest apologies, my dear brother. I certainly never meant to cause you any issue with—“

“God, do you even listen to yourself talk?! Everything always has to be so flowery and perfect with you!” Todomatsu spat, suddenly unable to hold back. “Why can’t you just be normal for once? Why couldn’t I have a brother who won’t constantly embarrass me whenever we go out?”

Karamatsu blanched, looking stricken…and maybe just a bit hurt by Todomatsu’s harsh words. “Todomatsu…” he began, voice quieter than usual.

“No. I don’t want to talk about this now.” Todomatsu twirled on his heel and marched forward. “Let’s just…lets just go home.”

Karamatsu said nothing in response, but Todomatsu could hear his footsteps shuffling dejectedly after him. He tried not to pay any attention to it. His cheeks were still bright pink and burning, and he felt a tight knot coil around his stomach. He just wanted to get home and forget this whole stupid thing even happened.

His phone buzzed in his pocket then, and he slid it out and glanced at the screen. A text from Atsushi. His eyes lid up as he read.

Ooh, a mixer next weekend—and he’s inviting me to go with him again! I guess I didn’t do too badly last time around if he’s willing to ask me back…if course I’m going to this!

“Todomatsu….”

Todomatsu ignored Karamatsu, brushing him off. His fingers flew across the screen as he rapidly composed his text, eyes on his phone as he kept walking.

“Todomatsu…!”

Again Todomatsu didn’t listen. He was too busy debating on what emoji would be the best to end his text with. Hmm…got it, playful smile. Aaaand done! He smirked with satisfaction as he hit “send.”

“TODOMATSU, WATCH OUT!!”

This time Karamatsu was screaming, pulling Todomatsu’s attention away from his phone at last and to the road he suddenly found himself walking across.

It all happened in a blur.

Todomatsu saw the car careening around the corner and driving too fast toward him, too fast for him to react. He froze right there, too stricken with horror to react, to move. A loud, bellowing honk from a car horn ripped through his ears, making his whole body vibrate…

…And then he was pushed forcefully out of the way as Karamatsu ran forward, shoving him as hard as he could.

Todomatsu hit the ground face-first at around the same time he heard a sickening thunk from behind him. His phone slipped from his grip and bounced across the street, a spiderweb of thin cracks spreading across the screen as it landed. The screen flickered before fading to black.

Todomatsu scrambled to his knees and snatched up his phone, hands shaking. Behind him, he could hear the door of a car open and slam shut. He didn’t think he could handle turning around.

No. This didn’t just happen.

There was a commotion all around him, but all he could hear was a loud ringing in his ears. Through the din he heard someone calling for an ambulance.

This is not happening.

“I didn’t see them there!” A voice, screaming frantically. “They just ran right out in front of my car, I swear!”

It’s not, it’s not, it’s, not…

“Please, get an ambulance here as soon as possible!” Someone was barking into their cell phone. “He’s unconscious and losing blood!”

Todomatsu couldn’t deny this anymore. He immediately got up and turned around, to where the group of people had gathered.

It can’t be Karamatsu, he can’t be hurt, he can’t be, he just can’t be…!

He pushed his way through the crowd…and when he saw who they were circled around he felt like he was going to be sick.

Karamatsu lay on the ground, inches away from the front end of a car, his body looking twisted the wrong way. He couldn’t see where it was coming from, but there was a pool of blood leaking under his head. Blood…oh god, blood….

“Karamatsu-niisan…” Todomatsu’s voice wavered, and suddenly he was breaking down in tears as he knelt beside his brother, hands hovering over him, wanting to hold him but too afraid to touch him. “Nii-san…nii-san, p-please, be okay, you have to be okay…can you hear me? Can you answer me?”

Silence. Karamatsu’s eyes were closed, as if he were deep in sleep. The only indication Todomatsu could see that he was even still alive was the slight rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

“Nii-san…” Todomatsu whispered, sniffling, moving to gently touch Karamatsu’s shoulder. The second eldest didn’t so much as flinch. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…this is my fault, this is all my fault….”

The shrill wail of a siren pierced the air then, and the flashing red-and-white lights of the ambulance came into view. Todomatsu wiped at his tears with one hand, reaching down and squeezing one of Karamatsu’s hands in his own.

“Nii-san, help is here…they’re going to help you, okay? You’re going to be okay…please, nii-san…I-I need you to be okay…I need you to live…okay?” He squeezed his brother’s hand again, tears blurring his vision.

He didn’t get so much as a tiny squeeze back.

—————

The wait in the hospital waiting room was unbearable. Todomatsu couldn’t stop pacing—not even after his own family had arrived, smothering him in hugs and fussing over his own minimal injuries. Everyone was a nervous wreck, on edge as they waited for any news on Karamatsu’s condition.

The whole time Todomatsu paced, he was silently berating himself.

This is all your fault. You did this to him. If you had just been watching where you were going he wouldn’t have had to save you, and he’d be fine right now.

Another thought occurred to him, one that made him feel instantly sick to his stomach.

All those awful things I said to him…they felt true at the time, but that was the last thing I said to him before this happened…what if something is seriously wrong and he…he doesn’t make it? I’ll never see him again, I’ll never talk to him again…I never got to say I’m sorry.

Fresh tears sprang in his eyes, and he collapsed onto the upholstered chair between Osomatsu and Choromatsu. They did their best to comfort him through their own concerns, but it was no use. Todomatsu didn’t think he deserved to be consoled, anyway.

It’s all my fault. I deserve to be miserable for the rest of my life…and if anything happens to Kara, I will be.

A couple of hours passed before a doctor finally came out to talk to them. By then everyone was holding their breath, terrified by what they might hear. It came as a huge relief when the doctor finally spoke—Karamatsu was pretty badly injured, but he would be fine. He had a concussion and a couple of broken ribs, and they planned on keeping him there for observation for a few days, but it was nothing life-threatening now that he’d regained consciousness.

Yet even with that good news, Todomatsu still felt wracked with guilt. He’ll survive, but he still shouldn’t have to be here now in the first place. I should be the one in the hospital right now…

When the doctor let each of them take turns visiting Karamatsu, Todomatsu couldn’t bring himself to at first. He let everyone else go before him, as he sat quietly and contemplated everything. Would Karamatsu even want to see him now? If it had been the other way around, would Todomatsu want to have a visit with the person who’d risked his life just after insulting him so brutally? He didn’t think he would…

“Todomatsu? Honey?” Matsuyo’s voice broke into his thoughts. “It’s your turn, if you’d like. Karamatsu was hoping to see you.”

Hoping to see me…? He really does want to see me? Who knows why…probably just to yell at me.

But he didn’t say that. All he could croak out was a weak, “Okay.”

Slowly, Todomatsu stood on shaking legs and walked down the hall toward Karamatsu’s room. He braced himself as he knocked, then turned the knob, not knowing what to expect.

Karamatsu lay in the bed closest to the window, propped up by a few pillows. His head was heavily bandaged, and when he turned toward Todomatsu he could see the bruising on his cheeks and around his blackened eye. Todomatsu drew in a deep breath, resisting the urge to gasp.

“Todomatsu…hi.” Karamatsu tried to sit up a little in bed, winching as he did so. Todomatsu flinched inwardly, thinking about his broken ribs and how badly that must hurt.

“Hi…um, you don’t have to sit up,” Todomatsu said quickly. “You can just lay down again…it looks like you’re in pain.”

“They put me on an IV with pain medicine to help for now….but I think I will lay down again anyway, if you don’t mind.” Karamatsu slowly eased himself back against his pillow again. He looked a little worn out, as far as Todomatsu could tell.

“Mom said…she said you wanted to see me?” Todomatsu ventured hesitantly, wringing his hands. “Is…is everything okay…?”

“Actually…that’s what I wanted to ask.” Karamatsu’s voice was so sincere right now, lacking the usual sparkle he spoke with. “I was worried about you…I wanted to make sure you were doing alright after the accident. Are you okay?”

“I…wait…you mean, you were worried me?” Todomatsu asked, taken aback.

“Yes…the whole situation must have been so scary, and I was worried about how you took it and if you’d gotten hurt…are you okay?”

Todomatsu bowed his head, gaze locked on the floor. Suddenly his eyes welled with tears, and before he could stop himself he was burying his face in his hands as he sobbed.

“T-Todomatsu…?” Karamatsu asked, alarmed. “What’s wrong…?”

“You…you idiot!” Todomatsu wailed, voice trembling as he struggled to contain his tears. “Y-you were the one who got hit by a c-car! I’m the one who was worried about you this whole time, thinking you might die! I don’t…I don’t deserve to be worried about! Not when this whole thing is my fault!”

“Todomatsu…”

“I-I was so horrible to you today, and I didn’t get a chance to apologize…” Todomatsu babbled on tearfully. “I said such terrible things…but the truth is, if you weren’t like this, if you were just a normal brother…I’d miss it! I’d miss you! I…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

“Todomatsu…please, come here.” Karamatsu patted the spot next to him on the bed.

Todomatsu relented at first, then gave in, perching at the edge of the bed. Karamatsu leaned toward him, wrapping him up in a one-armed embrace with the arm not currently hooked up to tubes.

“Todomatsu, I don’t want you to beat yourself up over this so much,” he said after a moment, still holding his sniffling younger brother close. Todomatsu stayed a little rigid, terrified of hurting him again.

“B-but…it was my fault…”

“This could have happened to any of us. It was all an accident. Please don’t keep worrying about it.”

“But…what about those terrible things I said…?”

“I’ve heard worse before. Don’t worry about that, either.”

Todomatsu sniffed again, wiping his nose with his hoodie sleeve despite his better judgement. He still wasn’t convinced that it wasn’t his fault…but at least Karamatsu was speaking to him, rather than screaming at him or, worse, giving him the cold shoulder. Maybe that meant something, after all.

“I…I’m so sorry, Karamatsu-niisan,” Todomatsu whispered hoarsely, brushing away the last of his tears.

“It’s okay. Let’s not worry about this anymore today…tomorrow will be a brighter day, and I think everyone could use some rest now.” Karamatsu yawned a little then, and scooted over slightly in bed. He indicated for Todomatsu to lay beside him. Reluctantly he did, resting his head against one of the pillows. Karamatsu kept his arm protectively around him.

Todomatsu still felt terrible. Deep in his heart he knew that what happened today was still his fault—if not due to his biting remarks, than because of not paying attention. No matter how he spun it, all the evidence pointed to him being the one to blame. But right now, he didn’t want to keep pressing it. Karamatsu seemed so exhausted, and Todomatsu was tired, too.

Together, the two drifted off to sleep, Karamatsu holding Todomatsu close and guarding him once more.

[boyf-canons]

I Can’t Believe You!

Ship: Evan Hansen x Reader

Warnings: Panic attack, swearing, brief online bullying, talk of suicide. 

A/N: Requested for the sentence prompt, “I can’t believe you!” I really hope this is what you meant. In this, you take Zoe’s place. I switched around the lyrics to words fail and took some dialogue from this scene in the show, because I felt that the words they already spoke/sang were so important. I don’t know how I feel about this, and I still don’t know how to end things but regardless I hope you enjoy. I’m thinking of making a pt2 where they meet up in the future to talk this over, but I’m not sure. Let me know if anybody wants that! 

-Mod Rae 

It's funny how everything can change in a moment.

Your phone rang. Grabbing it and seeing a blocked number, you swiped to answer.

"Who is it? Who is it, (y/n)?" Larry questioned.

You ignored your dad. You just wanted to see what the person on the other line had to say to you.

"Connor said all of his hope was pinned on you," the voice spat. "You're a stuck up bitch; I hope you feel what Connor felt."

"Have fun with your miserable life, bye." You mumbled, hanging up.

Honestly, you were expecting any phone call or text to be some form of harassment at this point, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt you.

It all happened so fast.

Everything was going so well for your family. Evan had given your family your brother back, started a successfully inspirational project in his honor, helped all of you grieve, and most recently become your perfect boyfriend. You couldn't ask for more, if you were telling the truth. It was like this was how things were meant to be. But all good things come to an end, right?

You came home from school one day. It had been odd; maybe it was your imagination, but it seemed like people were ignoring you all day. Some flashing nasty looks at you, even. Tired out from paranoid thoughts running through your mind for 8 hours, you flopped down onto your bed and groaned. After staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, you felt your phone ping.

New message from Evan <3: Are you okay?

Furrowing your brows in confusion, you unlocked your phone and typed back a quick, "yeah why?"

New message from Evan <3: Are you sure?.. If you don't want to talk about it I won't make you but I want you to know I am here for you..

To Evan <3: Huh? Evan, what are u talking about?

New message from Evan <3: You don't know?...

To Evan <3: What? Did something happen? Call me please

Moments later, you saw Evan's contact pop up on your phone as it rang. You picked up immediately.

"Ev?"

He was silent.

"Evan, what's going on? Is everything okay?" You asked nervously.

"(Y/n).. I think, um.. You need to check your social media, (y/n)." He muttered, clearly distraught.

He was too quiet for you to be comfortable. You felt your stomach churn. Pulling up your Instagram first, you saw 9 different new tagged photos of you along with 19 comments. What? That couldn't be right. Pressing on the tagged photos first, you noticed screenshots of what appeared to be a letter. Out of nervous curiosity, you pressed on one to read it. Mumbling it out to yourself, you read the first sentence.

"Dear Evan Hansen,  turns out today wasn't an amazing day after all."

Your blood ran cold. You knew these words. This was the letter Connor had in his back pocket when he took his life. How did people get this? You flipped back to your notifications page and began reading through the new comments.

Fuck the murphy's.

Connor deserved better than you heartless god-awful people. I hope you burn.

Connor wrote his suicide note to evan hansen cause he knew his family didn't give a shit.

(Y/n)'s parents, by the way, are insanely rich. maybe they should have spent their money on helping their son.

You're a disgusting excuse for a sister.

You closed out of the app quickly, not able to look at anything else.

You were too engulfed in your own confusion and panic to hear Evan calling to you through the phone. He hung up without you realizing. Feeling as if the world was crashing down around you, you felt hot tears begin to fall and leaned over your bed, breathing faster. Before you could even fully process what was going on, Evan burst through your door.

He ran to you, taking you in his arms and pushing hair away from your face. "(Y/n)? God, I- I'm so sorry. Listen to me, okay? Please listen to me." He begged. Your breathing stayed fast and tears remain in your eyes, but you looked up at Evan.

"How did people get this?" You asked. You thought you saw something inside of him crumple, but you didn't point it out. When he didn't say anything, you abruptly stood up. "We have to show my parents."

"O-okay." Evan stuttered. You took his hand and lead him to the kitchen table, calling out for your parents. They joined you both, and you explained your social media and they checked theirs as well. Unsurprisingly, their Facebook notifications were flooding with the same brutal remarks. So here you were, your family gathered around the table yelling and arguing over a computer, while Evan stood nervously by the wall. You'd hung up your phone and went back to screaming with your family.

Your dad grabbed your cell, shutting it off. "You don't take more calls from blocked numbers, do you understand me?" He ordered. You didn't answer.

"Maybe right now the best thing to do is to wait and see if this blows over." Larry advised.

Cynthia laughed bitterly. "That's always your solution isn't it; just do nothing?"

"Is that what i said?"

"Wait and see. Right, Larry?"

"Can you guys just stop?!" You chimed, begging.

"I had to beg you," Cynthia started, "every step of the way."

"Okay, hold on."

Evan spoke up just quiet enough where nobody noticed him. "I'm sure the comments will stop-"

"I had to plead with you for therapy. For rehab." Cynthia continued.

She and Larry started yelling over top of each other to a point where their words were blended together.

Cynthia raised her voice. "All you cared about was picking apart everything that I did!"

"What I cared about was picking out a program, and sticking to it." Larry objected.

"No, you wanted to punish him!" You announced.

"Listen to your daughter, Larry!""

"You treated him like a criminal!" You accused.

"Are you listening?"

"You think you were any better? You let him do whatever he wanted." You shot back at your mom.

Cynthia ignored that and went back to firing at Larry. "When he threatened to kill himself the first time, do you remember what you said?"

"Oh, for christ's sake!"

"He just. Wants. Attention?!"

"I'm not gonna sit here and-"

Cynthia interrupted him. "He was getting better! Ask Evan. Tell him, Evan."

Evan spoke softly. "Oh, I shouldn't-"

"Evan was in denial!"

They began screaming over each other once again, hardly stopping for breathes.

"Read the note, Larry! Read what he said. God knows the world is reading it."

"Actually-" Evan chimed.

"I did the best I could."

"I wish everything was different." Cynthia quoted.

"That's not-" Evan was interrupted again.

"I tried to help him." Larry boomed.

Cynthia went on. "He wanted to get better. He was TRYING to be better!"

"I don't know what to tell you!"

"He was trying!"

"And he was failing!"

"WE failed him!"

"No you didn't, you didn't fail him!" Evan yelled for the first time.

"Look at what he wrote!" Cynthia challenged.

"HE DIDN'T WRITE IT!" Evan screamed. He stared at the ground, taking a sharp breathe in before he yelled again. "I wrote it!"

He three of you gaped at him for what felt like forever before Cynthia spoke up. "You didn't write Connor's suicide note, Evan." She said in a weary tone.

"It wasn't a s-ugh. It was an assignment, um, from my therapist. Write a letter to yourself; a pep talk. Dear Evan Hansen, today's gonna be a good day and here's why. I was supposed to bring it to my appointment, but Connor took it from me. And I guess that he must have had it with him, um, when they found him." He spilled, speaking quickly.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, not processing a word.

Evan broke down, beginning to cry. "We weren't friends."

"Evan.. Evan, no. No, no, no!" Cynthia cried.

"I never meant to make such a mess of things. I never.." He choked. "I never thought it'd end up going so, um, so far." Evan continued, putting his head in his hands.

"There were emails. You showed us the emails!" Cynthia reminded him, refusing to believe what was happening.

Evan ignored her. "So, I- I'm just... Here, trying to find something... Something to say."

"But you knew about the orchard. He took you the orchard." Larry chimed in.

"That's where you broke your arm." Cynthia added.

Evan took his hands off of his face and wrapped them around himself. "I broke my arm in the park by myself."

"No, no, no! that day at the orchard, you and Connor at the orchard!" Cynthia continued to object.

"There's nothing I can say. I'm-god, there are..." he hiccuped, "there are no words."

Cynthia sat down, unable to stand anymore and began sobbing, reality setting in. Her son never even had a friend. He really was alone.

After sitting quiet, you finally spoke up. "But you told me that you.. that you would talk about me, and that you would.. how could you do this?" You questioned.

"I never had this kind of thing before." You noticed Evan had begun sweating. "Nobody's ever-no, um... I've never had that perfect girl in my life who saw past my flaws, and chose to see the good side of me. I've never had a dad who stuck it out; mine left when I was-when I was 8. You all know that. My mom was never there just b-because that's who she was supposed to be, she's..." He cried into his hands again. "She's never around."

Cynthia ran out, not being able to stomach the situation unfolding before her. Shortly after, Larry followed and it was just the two of you.

"That is not a... a worthy explanation. There is absolutely none, I know that." Evan explained, his cries echoing through the air. "Nothing could p-possibly make sense of all these.... these things that I've done."

It was this moment that everything hit you. Evan, the one person in the world that you thought you could trust... The person you told everything to, and who told everything to you, or so you thought... He had lied to you about everything. The entire basis of your relationship was a lie. Everything was a lie. Connor never cared. He never had friends. He never wanted to reach out to you or fix anything. He never cared about the orchard, or you, or your family or anything. None of this was real.

It felt as if you had been standing knee-deep in the ocean, and everything was still. Everything was still, and everything was calm; but before you could so much as turn around, a tidal wave crashed down over your head and kicked your feet out from underneath you, knocking the breath right out of your lungs.

You had never felt this blindsided or betrayed in your entire life.

As you took your own hands into your hands just as Evan had done, you cried. "I don't... I don't understand." You said. Anger began to slip into your voice. "What made you think this was okay, Evan?" You broke.

"I never-"

You interrupted him. "What made you think you could just come into my life and give me false hope about everything I've ever known, and then just take it all away in a heartbeat? You made me let you in, only for me to figure out all of this was a lie! I can't believe you! Was any of this true, Evan? Do you even love me?" You demanded.

He looked you straight in the eyes, his face contorting in pain as body-racking sobs took over him.  "This wasn't- I didn't... Oh, god." He doubled over, clutching himself. "Imsorryimsorryimsorry." He sputtered, slowly letting himself fall to his knees. He began crying so hard that he could hardly catch a breath. He tried to speak, but it ended up coming out more like mumbles and groans, as if he was choking over every word. He trembled, putting his hands on the ground to keep himself from completely falling over.

You knew exactly what this was. You had been with Evan long enough to know what his panic attacks looked like when they were forming, and he was obviously headed into one. Despite how desperately shattered you were feeling, you knew you couldn't just leave him to fight this himself. You ignored the twinge in your heart and the aching you could feel in your chest, and headed over to Evan.

You would deal with your confusion and broken heart later.

You sat down on your knees directly in front of him, pulling him into your chest as tight as you could and beginning to softly rub his back with your right hand. As you had discovered, calming physical touch could normally bring Evan down when he got this worked up.

He let out a wail, sobbing "I'm sorry" into your shoulder over and over again. You felt your own eyes continue to pour, but you ignored it. Hearing him let out long, body-raking cries into your t-shirt and just physically feeling his body quaking, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying your best not to begin completely sobbing again yourself.

You stared at the floor to keep yourself grounded.

45 minutes later, you found yourself still clutching him in your arms and softly running your right hand through his hair as you felt him slowly breathe in and out. The both of you were silent; you knew if either of you spoke it would mean it was truly the end.

So as you sat, feeling so small in the eerily quiet house that seemed to engulf you, your eyes remained trained on the floor and your mind remained blank. You didn't want to think. Thinking meant that you had to come to terms with this immense feeling of desolation, and in the meantime you wanted to push that as far out of your head as you possibly could. But you knew you couldn't stay like this.

"Evan..." You took a breathe in and paused for a second, but spoke once more. "I think you should go.

"I know."

"I think you should go, and you shouldn't come back. Please."

"(Y/n).."

"Please." You repeated.

Evan gulped, but then he stood up. He didn't say anything. Maybe it was because he knew there was nothing left to say, or maybe he just couldn't think of anything.

Regardless, he stood up and he walked to your doorway. He walked through, and he didn't look back.

You sat on the floor, staring at where he had been moments before. You didn't know how you felt. Part of you felt empty, but another part of you felt all of the broken pieces of you shattering all at once. You pushed that part out. Either way, Evan was gone. And so was everything you had come to know.

It's funny how everything can change in a moment.

Isn't it?

[kkukkung]

v lorge ask compilation below

some of these asks date back like??? a few months??? dsdjkfhk... they’re ordered from newest to oldest i’m so sorry... messy messy

Ur blog is the plush jooheon is going like 😯😷😨😷😷 😵😫😱 to

it... is......... honestly i think jooheon is the member i’d get along w the least irl?? i can’t explain it but?? mb bc he’s a libra? also the fact that hyungwon received that huge shrimp plush n held it like a foetus is so :’’0000

annie tumblr is gonna censor ur whole blog cause ur gay

Good.

so... shart is ur New fav word now huh, guess that ges into my dictionary now...

shart made a comeback from 2016 me’s vocab and i don’t even know how it happened? :(

Sjdnkwldwnnw u ruined that punch scene in shine forever,, I can't watch it without thinking about your "my meat, me" gif 

the best gif i ever made??? gkjkjf sorry i rly am the most irrelevant person on this damn website? also that rly was my first thought when i watched the mv.... or maybe second thought after thinking “god i wish shownu would punch me like that”

changkyun is really so happy recently, he smiles so much and his eyes crinkle, its the cutest thing i have ever seen like ??!?! i want to protect him, just roll him up in a blanket and show him memes on my phone

he is!!!!! his happiness is my own happiness?? and when he smiles ur right he goes like >__< he’s rly the cutest boy alive? and this ask is so relatable esp the last part... if ck were my friend irl i’d just text him memes all day???

pls deactivate

relatable

I'm so soft rn. How can I FUCKING tell them how much I love them. Like I want to grab wonho's sweet squishy face and give his forehead a big SMOOCH. These boys deserve so much and I want to convey that to them in person but I CAN'T. And if I had the chance I'd probably ugly crying too hard to say anything.

this ask is so cute??? and i understand the dilemma like... idols are ppl who give & receive so much love every day expressed in 28347982 different ways so it’s hard knowing how to rly... Let Them Know just how happy they make u thru their existence alone? crying with u anon

yikes wait what happened w jinyoung?? i thought he was one of the few unproblematic ones...

[diff anon] jinyoung was on a tv show where he was playing a past love interest or something and he kisses the actress who's only 14..

i.... won’t comment on this bc i don’t want to stir up old drama but :/ aah i see... thank u for letting me know!

i started talking like you and another person who has similar typing patterns to you and now all my friends hate me bc of slorp and spicy

sdfjkghksdfkjfgkjds im rly sorry this happened to u... at first my friends were resistant but after a while they started picking it up as well thru exposure so... infect them jksfjjkgf... also add shart to the menu i guess? :/

Kihyun's kink is making people flustered. On the gifseft he's like "There's so many things I can do with my mouth, let me show you honey." He will grab your neck firmly yet delicately while he invades your personal space. Keeping eye contact is troublesome, this new proximity tastes as dangerous as the underlying promise of what will come next. But Hyungwon never figured it out since he backed out, breaking the siren's spell.

(response to this gifset i think? jshdfkjff) BLEASE... im writing a hyungki fic right now as we speak ✍️📝 anyway i like this characterisation of dom!kihyun bc irl he would be very dominant ??? and in fics he’s always the bottom just bc he’s #smol 🙄 but i mean he’s ?? so aware of his own sex appeal sometimes so he’d be like a switch/top/power bottom imo

you're right, you aren't into vore. More like in slorping and smorching knees/feet, and other nsfw things.

tbh im only fake horny :/ im a romantic deep down.. want to watch the sunset with lmh....... accidentally drop my bag of skittles on the dirt and he eats them up like a vacuum cleaner jksfdhkjgfkjfdhjgfjhjks

Annie, i feel like you'll understand me. Whenever I see Minhyuk, i feel a mixture of extreme lust, great anger and a desire to have my head bashed in because he's real and nothing else matters anymore. It's really.... not what i wanted in life 

another #relatable ask... i want to take minhyuk out on a candlelit dinner date but like.... at kfc and we’ll both be touching each other’s cheeks with our greasy hands like animals... like raccoons scavenging for trash in a dumpster

'kihyun stans are foot fetishists'' UHM!!! this is tru i would slorp kihyuns whole foot in one go

i don’t rmbr writing this but skjdfhfgsdkjgjk it... it really is true huh...

hi annie, i just wanted to ask you what your take on wonho's personality is? ive read your tags before and how you say he is very romantic in how he presents things, and i thought that was interesting!

aaa, i think i’ll write a proper post on this later bc it’s also something that interests me a lot... until then i’ll just say that i think he’s indeed very romantic and loves pleasing people... his driving force is rly Love u know... love for people (family, members, fans), for his job, for music, etc... he’s very soft and imaginative and sometimes that comes across as a kind of childish innocence?? more on this later

i wanna kno more abt the customer whos coming in more lately,, i lov regulars that come in at my job - it's such an interesting half relationship

hgfjjjsk this ask is from a month ago n i think i was talking abt that customer who asked me if i wanted to die but in a casual way?? jsfdkh i work at a tobacco store so this guy asked me if i smoked n i was like “uhm no i don’t” so he went “what? are you afraid to die?” and i stood there like... kind of dumbfounded for a sec jksfhg but he’s a nice guy n very cool... nvr seen his eyes b4 bc he always has rly dark shades on n he buys the cheapest cigarettes n leaves. but most regulars i get are like chinese international students spending their parents’ money on cigs and some sweet old men who always want the same smokes... there’s this one old man who always wears matching vintage suits n pairs it w a fancy hat n once he complimented my outfit and i was thrilled?? also some creeps come n chat me up while im working sometimes which is a bit :/// but mostly i like my job and it’s interesting interacting w regulars! thank u for this ask n im sry if this was like super boring lmao

idc what it says about me but Minhyuk rushing to eat chicken bones off the fucking floor brought him from 'would play Mario Kart and share nachos with' to 'would play Mario Kart and share bodily fluids with' levels

i want to Die.................... when he tried to eat those half-eaten chicken bones off the ground....... that was the moment that solidified his image as a Dirty Dirt Man in my head like he’s a Real Gremlin... i said it for fun b4 but it’s... a real thing. he’s actually Disgusting skjdfhjdkf... also anon u sound like a gremlin too??? join our big gremlin family???

wtf is "That" ????? and why is it related to kihyuck ?? - knowing ur tags it should be something gross, but u said it in such an onimous way; annie, i am scared.

i genuinely don’t rmbr what this was abt djgjs i write a lot of tags that don’t make sense even to me like a few weeks later?? sjdfjhkjsk i’m sorry... gotta start answering these in time so they actually have any kind of relevance... 

"That kink where you just want to be crushed....just like pulverized. Asking for a friend" Bless this tag

again.. don’t rmbr writing this tag and don’t rmbr the post i wrote it for but um, yeah, sounds like smth i said jkfdgsjfdjk im so sorry...

i just had a dream where minhyuk showed up, called me sexy and then left???

fun fact whenever ppl tell me abt their dreams here it’s always to do with minhyuk doing something weird??? also God I Wish That Were Me...

why do u say jooheon is def experienced tho? he legit said he never had a girlfriend in his life and it's clear seeing him interact with women, he has no idea what to do? unless you mean gay experiences, that's probably very true

THE LAST LINE OF THIS ASK JKDHKJD.... um i think joobs is experienced bc i actually think he’s sorta smooth? he’s pretty flirtatious w female hosts on the shows mx appears on like... w jimin on asc and w seulgi on idol battle likes... i don’t mean experience as in a lot of idk.. sexual experiences (if anything he’d b the type to be v devoted to someone if he was dating them i think) but i feel like he does know how to present himself in a certain... attractive light especially in front of cute girls? idk if i’m saying this right... 

ur minhyuk tags are so fnny and hella relatable im dying n 😂😭😂

my minhyuk tags: slorp... asterisk asterisk asterisk x10... nut... gremlin dirt man... nut nut... nutting... dksjfgkj but thank u?

but you ARE funny lol I laughed so hard at that bird/Shownu reference

gfjkgjkjk u can tell how old these asks are from the things they’re referring to... but nevertheless thank u sm im sry im a mess... at least im a funny mess to a select few ppl... thank u for enjoying my messy blob... i lov u

no exit ep 5 was a mess but wonho was lookin reeeal cute w those glasses tbh

???? what the fuck, where they serious about that fuckin Mathew the tiger??? If yes, then again, wtf??

jdsfjksk i still can’t believe Those Episodes of no exit rly happened...

i love your tags so much especially the ones where you imply that minhyuk's actually an alien "# he rly doesn't know what to do w his arms he hasn't possessed a human body in so long" lol

HE RLY IS AN ALIEN... like he’s obviously attractive n was popular in school n smart n funny n cute but sometimes he does the most unexplainable things n it makes me rly wonder if he’s human??? he’s so fucking weird u kno i love my alien gremlin dirt man... take me for a ride in ur ufo...

You @ wonho: :( sweet baby u deserve everything good You @ minhyuk: literally slorp my p**** you fucking snake

SHUT UP...

i started using slorp too help

this ask was sent 3 months ago... i can’t believe i’ve been saying slorp for three months...

um..... i luv u???smorch

smorch u back??? big sloppy smorch that leaves u disgusted???

Hey Annie, would you mind a short description of the Monsta X No Exit Chanel+ video?

i’m sry abt how late this is jsfdjkg but if anyone’s still interested... yeah the no exit video where they explained the hypnotism was p much just bts of jooheon and shownu getting hypnotised... and it kind of legitimised it ig bc joobs said he was concentrating super super super hard (and hypnotism only works when ur focusing that much??) n so did shownu... my ch+ actually expired recently so this is just from what i rmbr hfdjsdjkh if anyone else can contribute pls do! otherwise i will get a renewal soon and after that i could do a better summary if you’re still interested! sorry!!

Um...why are jooheons vocals slept on...what the fcuk he's so??? Nice to listen to??

tbh why is jooheon such a golden boy... literally good at everything... can sing dance (one of the best dancers in mx??) and rap.... compose... write lyrics... play 328974 diff instruments... cute n sexy at the same time.... what the fuck

I'm trying to figure out what your censored tags are but apparently my vocabulary of nasties is pretty limited

im glad??? pls don’t read the next part of this ask compilation ksfhkgsd

!!!nsfw asks... spare urself please...!!!

uhhhhhh for the nastea ask comp... kihyuns p*thy eating lips??? true, but whats the most to least best at eating out ranking order?

1. kihyun/wonho

2. shownu (would try v hard??? earnest man??)

3. hyungwon (idk i think he’s gotta be Good somehow i mean look at his lips??)

4. jooheon

5. changkyun

6. minhyuk (can’t find clitoris :/)

I would like to hear more about kihyun's p**** e**ing lips tbh 👀... please elaborate

idk what to say but i feel like the way he moves his lips sometimes is ??? erotic jskfdhkgjfdj and same w wonho... also the lisp has some relevance 2 ***** eating idk there’s a tie there somewhere...

I FEEL DIRTY WATCHING KIHYUNS BODY ROLLS ON WEEKLY IDOL I WOULD **** his **** at fucking lightning speed

rmbr when we thought sexy!kihyun Peaked during beautiful era w the return of the black hair but now he’s running around w a blindfold n showing off his new shredded body at any given moment.. yeah

(in reference to minhyuk probly not knowing where the clit is) minhyuk: *reaches into the back of your throat and flicks your uvula* "hows that feel babe? ;)"

reading this took years off my life i hate u

I disagree.Minhyuk is probably the most kinky out of monsta x.He just doesn't show it like every other expert in the field 👀👀

mmm i think hyungwon could be a Freak? jskdhfkg but ur right minhyuk is definitely someone who’s up for like... experimental stuff :/

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One-Shot: Call Me Maybe? (Lestrade/Reader)

Requested by: Anastasia

'can you make a story about being new and working in scotland yard - greg meets u and he acts super nervous - u work on a case with him - u get hurt and he has to save u'

I hope it's what you were wanting, if not let me know and I'll redo it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock(BBC), or any of it's characters. I do not claim to own Sherlock(BBC), or any of it's characters.

Disclaimer(2): If you find anything offensive please let me know; It is not my intention to damage anyones feelings or offend anyone. Anything racist/homophobic/other does not reflect my views, it is just part of the story. Y/N = Your Name Requests: OPEN.

Trigger Warning(s): Violence, Swearing.

y/n gender: Gender Neutral

y/n - Your Name

l/n = Last Name

s/n = Supervisor's name(make one up if you want to)

It's just a first day... there's nothing to worry about

Who am I kidding? Of course I'm nervous, this is my first day working in Lestrade's division.

I finally convinced my supervisor, s/n, that I deserved a promotion and to be transferred.

You're not nervous, you're going to do fine.

The elevator doors open and I'm overwhelmed instantly by the amount of people gathered near the middle of the room.

Hesitantly, I leave the safety of the elevator and listen as the door close behind me.

There is a woman talking to a taller man with dark hair and a trench coat on.

"-no way." I catch the end of her sentence.

"Oh, I assume you have a better idea?" The man's gaze doesn't waver from the woman.

"You can't seriously let him do this." The woman turns to another man, one with grey hair and a tired worn look on his face.

"He can solve it faster." He, the man with grey hair, sighs deeply.

"This is not right." She crosses her arms.

"Is everything alright?" My voice draws the attention of everyone in the room.

"Is this a new person?" The dark haired man points at me as he turns to the grey haired man. "I'm against new people."

"Sherlock." The grey haired man snaps.

"Who are you?" The woman doesn't hide her annoyance, whether the annoyance is at me of the dark haired man 'Sherlock' I'm not sure.

Wait. Sherlock?!

This means.... I'm here with Sherlock Holmes... oh god, why am I freaking out now?

"I'm... I'm y/n l/n, I was transferred to this division from-"

"Street cop." Sherlock takes his phone out and begins texting. "Now worth your time, Gerry."

The grey haired man rolls his eyes and ignores Sherlock as if this happens all the time. "I'm DI Lestrade."

That's Lestrade?!

"Nice to meet you, sir." I shake his hand.

Damn, he's hot.

"So, uh, I guess I'm your  supervisor." He stumbles over words quickly. "Donovan, find them a desk."

"Alright, boss." The woman, Donovan, rolls her eyes. "Come on, l/n."

She takes me to a nearby desk that's empty.

"Lestrade's door is there, my desk is there, break room is there." She points in several different directions quickly, my head is dizzy with the sudden burst of information.

"Alright." All I can do is nod and hope I can remember everything. I'm ordinarily better at remembering things than this, but the information keeps trying to slip away.

"Don't get near Sherlock." She warns.

Wasn't planning on getting near him, thank you.

"Lestrade doesn't have time for idle talk, neither do I, no one does, so if you need to talk, go back where you came from." Her voice is sharp, surprising me slightly.

"Well, I'm here for good, back off." My voice sharpens just as much.

"Crime scene." Lestrade says as he heads into his office for a second.

"Just don't get in the way." She steps to her desk and grabs something before heading to the elevator.

Lestrade comes out of his office and nearly runs into me.

"Sorry." I apologize, stepping out of his way.

"No, you're fine- it's... it's fine." He moves past me and rushes to the elevator, I follow a few steps behind.

I reach the elevator and Lestrade hold a hand out to stop me.

"You need to stay here... you can work on paperwork." The doors close.

Well... this is unfortunate.

By the time Lestrade and Donovan return, I've finished a stack of paperwork.(Which isn't even mine... it's my first day and I'm stuck doing paperwork for everyone.)

"I'm just saying he needs to be dealt with, he could have killed that man!" Donovan seems appalled by something... and I can only assume that that something is Sherlock.

"He gets results, leave him alone." Lestrade strides past me and goes into his office, slamming the door shut.

"Didn't go well?"

"Shut up." She goes to her desk and sits down in a huff, obviously very upset.

Well... this is only a first day, right?

If only it was... seconds day is almost the same, and the third day, everyday for a week people rush past me and ignore me.

While I'm used to that, I wish they would at least let me go with them instead of leaving me to do paperwork.

I thought that Lestrade was going to let me go yesterday(day #7) but he changed his mind as soon as I got in the car with him.

Day #8

"Bank robbery, come on, Donovan." Lestrade exits his office, but Donovan is no where to be seen.

"Where is she, l/n?" He turns to me, not meeting my gaze.

"Sick, sir." I shift anxiously, as I always do when I get to talk to him.

"Anderson?"

"Vacation."

"Come on." He pauses before he starts towards the elevator.

"Me, sir?"

"Yes, now bloody move it." He nearly runs into the desk he's passing as he glances back to speak to me, having finally making eye contact.

"Are you alright, sir?"

"Just come on." He strides to the elevator, no longer looking at me.

We, Lestrade and I, get into a car. Lestrade is driving and I'm in the passenger seat.

"Where are we going?" Yes, I'm a bit more excited than I should be.

"Band robbery." He sounds as nervous as I am.

What if I mess up? What if I really mess up?

"Sir, could I ask a question?"

He glances at me, a confused look on his face. "Go ahead."

"Am I performing my duties to your satisfaction?"

"P-performing?" His faces tints red for a second.

"Yeah," My face also goes red. Idiot, who asks is they're doing their job right by saying performing?  "Like, am I doing my job right?"

"Oh." His smile becomes forced, I notice. "Yeah, you're doing your job right."

His body language is changing, his hands are clenching the steering wheel instead of holding it in a more relaxed manner as before.

"Sir-"

"We're here." He breaks sharply, both of us lurch forward. "Sorry."

"It's okay."

"Let's go."

We walk towards the bank, the culprits are still inside, and are holding hostages.

"I'm DI Lestrade." Lestrade shakes hands with the man he stops to speak to.

"Braxton, I'm a security guard.

"What do we know?" Lestrade's voice rings with authority, he makes it clear he's taking charge of the scene now.

"I was going in when I heard gun fire, I tried to open the doors, but they were locked, there are at least two dozen hostages inside, and there are some wounded people."

"Alright, are there any ways in other than the front door?"

"The fire escapes, but that would trigger an alarm."

"Have they made any demands?"

"They want a medic, transportation, and our word we won't go after them."

"We can't do that." I'm unsure what to do.

"No, we can't." Lestrade sighs.

A phone starts ringing, and the security guard answers it.

"Yes... no, we need twelve hours to secure transport... that's impossible!... no, why don't you let a few hostages go as a sign of good will?"

This is not good.

"We can send in an unarmed medic." He guard sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yeah... less than five minutes." He hangs up.

"What'd they say?" Lestrade crosses his arms.

"We have to send in a medic, or they kill one hostage for every five minutes they go without one."

"I'll go in." My words surprise everyone, including myself.

"No. " Lestrade says quickly. "No, you can't go in."

"I have basic medical training, and I don't look like much of a threat in comparison to you two, and we can't send in a real medic that would risk them boing killed."

"It might work, you could negotiate from inside." Braxton nods, agreeing with me.

"I don't like it." Lestrade refuses to agree.

"There's no other way." I touch his shoulder gently, trying to get him to see that this is the only thing we can go. "I can do this, trust me."

"Okay." Finally, he agrees. "But you better not get hurt."

"Got it, boss." Please, don't let him be to upset if I do die. I hear he's sentimental about people.

"Let's get you some medical equipment."

"Three minutes!" Someone yells to us.

"Shit." I curse. "Just give me a bag with bandages and basic stuff, quick."

An EMT hands me a bag. "This has the basics."

"Great." I'm nervous, very nervous.

"Be safe." Braxton nods, then I take a step towards the door.

"Wait, y/n." Lestrade's voice catches me off guard.

"Yeah?" I turn to face him.

"I-" He stops and clears his throat. "Hand me your badge and wallet, they might check them and get suspicious."

"Good thinking, sir."

After I hand my badge and wallet to Lestrade, I start back towards the door.

"Be careful." His voice rings as I step up to the door, hands raised, and bag in a hand over my head.

"I'm y/n, I'm a medic." My voice doesn't shake despite the fear in my heart. "I'm unarmed."

"Get in here." A man opens the door and pulls me in quickly.

Inside, I see two dead men on the ground, one in a mask, the other a security guard, there are hostages being held at gunpoint by several people in masks.

"Where are the wounded ones?"

"Over there." I'm drug behind the tellers desk.

"Danny?" A weak voice asks.

"I've got a medic, mate." The man dragging me crouches next to a man who is lying on the ground with a head wound. It looks as if he was struck with something.

"What happened?" I also crouch, looking at his head is concern.

"What do you think?" The original man, Danny, apparently, snaps. "The bloody guards attacked him."

"Let me see what I can do." Opening the bag, true to the EMT's words, it has the basics.

"Let me check your eyes." I check his eyes with a light, his eyes are dilated, and they don't react to the light.

"Is he okay?" Danny is holding the other mans hand tightly. "Is he?!"

"No, sir, he has a head injury... and he needs-"

The wounded man goes limp, his grip on Danny instantly gone.

"Jake, Jake?" Danny shakes the younger man. "What happened?" He looks at me.

"He's unconscious, he may need surgery." I'm worried.

"No, we'll never make it out alive." He seems to be panicking.

"Is he your partner?" I ask gently. "Your lover?"

"Yeah." Danny seems to be losing his mind over his lover not waking up.

"I... I lost my lover." I admit. "They were killed in a car accident, and they didn't make it to the hospital on time-"

"You better save him." Danny grabs me by the neck of my shirt. "If he dies I'll fucking kill you."

"I was telling you that to say that he needs help or he will die."

"Save him, then." He releases me and glares at me.

"He needs a hospital, I can't do anything for his here."

Jake's chest stops rising and falling.

Oh no.

Quickly, I grab a stethoscope and listen for a heart beat.

Nothing.

"Jake, Jake?!" Danny shakes the man.

Instantly, I begin CPR.

Out loud, I count as I continue, far to aware that Jake is not going to make it out alive.

"Save him, dammit." Danny demands, pressing his gun to my temple.

After five minutes of CPR, there are still no results.

"I'm so sorry." My hands drop from Jake, and I let the feeling of sadness wash over me. "It's to late."

"No, Jake!" Danny screams, pulling the corpse of his once lover to his chest, sobbing angrily.

"You." He looks up and glares at he with an expression that can only be described as pure loathing.

"I need to return to the ambulance-"

"NO!" Danny takes his gun and cocks it. "You (son of a)bitch!"

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Not sorry enough." He seethes, aiming the gun at my head. "But you will be."

Everything goes dark.

"Get up." Something wet washes over me.

"Where am I?" Nothing looks familiar.

"So, this is the one who killed Jake." A man with a mask on speaks to Danny.

"Yeah, the (son of a)bitch."

"Get to work." The hooded man leaves, I hear a door close.

"Where am I?"

"Hell." Danny picks up a knife from a nearby table.

"What are you going to do?" I have my suspicions...

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth... and a life for a life." Dammit, I was afraid of that.

"You don't have to do this."

"Shut up, this is going to hurt."

"You don't have to do this." I plead with him as the blade comes closer to me.

"Pathetic." Danny growls, finally laying the knife down and leaving the room.

My body is covered in cuts ranging from shallow to deep. I'm sure that I need stitches for several, but I'm afraid I won't live that long.

Everything is getting dark... I'm so cold...

"We got them!" A voice causes me to wake up slightly. "l/n, are you alright?"

"No." Jerking back in my restraints, I attempt to get away before I'm inflicted with more pain.

"Where?" I recognize that voice, could it be...

"In here!" The woman in front to me shouts, I force my vision to focus.

"Donovan?" I'm shocked.

"Don't move, it looks like you're hurt pretty bad."

"y/n." Lestrade shows up at the door.

"Sir?"

"Thank god." He rushes forward, causing me to flinch slightly. He freezes immediately, expression falling.

"We need a medic." Donovan speaks to the now distraught Lestrade.

"Go get one." He moves slower, sitting in the chair in front of me.

"On it." She leaves the room.

"Are you alright?" He works on untying me.

"Yes, sir." I cough, still tasting blood in my mouth.

"I'm sorry we didn't get to you sooner..."

"It's alright, sir."

"Greg... you can call me Greg."

"Alright, sir- Greg."

My eyes are getting heavy again.

"Don't close your eyes, you need to stay awake."

Despite his words, I can't help but let my eyes close...

I'm awakened by the sound of beeping.

"y/n, thank god you're awake." I'm pulled into a bone crushing hug, making me squeak slightly. "Sorry." The hug is ended.

"What happened?"

"You passed out."  It's Lestrade talking to me I can now tell. "I thought I'd lost you."

"You're stuck with me, Sir." I chuckle.

"I'm going to have to leave soon." He sighs.

"Oh." Strangely, I'm disappointed.

"Not for long, I just need to get a doctor to check on you." He fumbles for words, his face darkening with a blush slightly.

"Please don't go..."

"I won't." He reaches and takes hold of my hand gently, squeezing it tightly.

Seconds later, a male-nurse walks in. "Oh, wonderful, you're awake." He fakes a chipper tone.

"Yep." I struggle to sit up.

"Sir, could you step out for a moment so I can check all of the stitching?"

"Yeah." Lestrade stands up, and his phone starts ringing.

"Uh-oh." I'm sure he has a case...

"What's wrong, Anderson?" He glances at me as he talks. "I'll be right there." He hangs up.

"Are you coming back?" Oddly enough, I want him to come back.

"Of course." He takes a paper out of his pocket, and writes something on it. "Here." He hands it to me.

"Thanks." I glance at it, smiling at what it says.

"I'll be back soon, don't get into any trouble." he hesitates. "Be careful, that's an order this time."

"Yes, sir."

With that, he leaves

"Nice guy, you two together?" The nurse has a knowing look on his face.

"No..." My face heats up with a bright blush.

"You two would be good together."

"Yeah." I glance back at the paper. It contains his personal number... and a nice little note.

Call me Maybe?

Link to Original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21840898/chapters/52587658#workskin