#and i accidently called one of my seniors a wrong name

[elysian-chaos]

you know a group of people are good friends when all of them are ... proud (?) / amused by you making a mistake

[wonsroyalty]

forbidden, 박성훈

pairing/warnings: 6.4k,, sunghoon x f!reader, brothers best friend, smut, jake and his sister are lowkey spoilt children!!

a/n: my og bias!!! i love sunghoon so so much omg, literally the prettiest boy ever.. hope i did him justice with this trope cause school is kicking my butt😓

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It wasn’t a secret to say that you wanted your brothers best friend.

You remember the day that Jake brought him over to your house. He was skinny and awkward looking but Jake, the ever-giving saviour, took him under his wing.

Sunghoon truly was innocent before he met Jake. Your brother corrupted him, turning him into a carbon copy of himself.

One time you asked him if he ever missed his old self and he responded harshly asking if you were crazy. Who knew that adopting a fuck boy persona could change a person so drastically..

Sunghoon was over at your house constantly, after school every day, every weekend, every holiday. You were convinced he didn’t ever spend a dinner at his own house.

At first it annoyed you because having two Jake’s at home wasn’t very appealing, but you knew that there was still a part of the old Sunghoon, deep, inside his now cold heart.

Your senior year was an absolute whirlwind, no annoying Jake to pester you and complain about your outfits, no claims that you were slutting yourself out to get the attention of his friends, no Sunghoon.

You didn’t really miss Jake’s presence while he was at university but you truly did miss Sunghoon.

Maybe that’s why you began to act out, screaming at him when he spilt milk down your top (you’d pushed him), calling him every name under the sun and ultimately teasing him relentlessly.

Jake pretended to be oblivious, ignoring your shouting as he focused on the video game in front of him.

He wanted to enjoy his summer, not deal with your new excessive stress reliever.

When he heard Sunghoon start screaming back at you, he got up with a loud groan.

He grabbed your arm, dragging you away from the kitchen.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he glared.

“He spilt milk onto-”

Jake was seething.

“Shut it.” he threatened. “Stop messing with Hoon and go clean up your mess. Dinner will be ready in 40.”

You grumbled under your breath as you stormed up the stairs.

Your parents were on yet another trip, claiming that they needed another break.

They had terrible timing as the day after they left, the shower in your en-suite broke.

You stomped your way over to the main bathroom on Jake’s floor, still jealous at the fact that they built the whole third floor for him and him only and that he had the shower with the best pressure.

Sulking, you peeled your clothes off and hopped into the shower, letting the hot water pierce your skin. Annoyed thoughts slowly trickled out as you scrubbed the milky scent away.

Not keeping track of time, you grabbed a fresh towel off Jake’s stack and wrapped your body.

As you opened the door, Sunghoon seemed to be reaching for the handle, about to open it.

“Sorry.” he grumbled. “I didn’t know you were in there.”

He waited expectantly for you to move out of the doorway but instead watched as you followed his every attempt to walk past you.

“I need to fucking pee, can you get out the way.” he groaned.

“Oh come onnnn, Sunghoon.” you shook your head. “Can’t I have a little fun?”

You dropped your towel at the last word, feigning shock at your actions.

Sunghoon immediately covered his eyes taking steps back.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” he screamed blushing heavily.

“It was an accident!” you screamed back wrapping your body.

“Yn!” Jake shouts from downstairs.

You ran down the stairs, narrowly missing Jake as you launched yourself into your room and locked the door.

With a laugh you got dressed, calling your best friend as you dried your hair at the messy vanity in your room.

“So.. you’re telling me that you purposely let go of your towel to get a reaction out of him.” Sunoo laughed.

You hummed confidently.

“You’re such a freak, yn.”

“You say that like you don’t already know.” you joked.

“No trust me, I know.” he rolled his eyes.

Yes, you had slept with your best friend a few times, but he had a dick and you wanted experience, so who better to trust than him?

“Well I gotta go, Jakey said dinner would be ready agessss ago.” you laughed. “Bye Noo, love you.”

“Love you more.” he blew you a kiss before ending the call.

You calmly made your way to the dinning room and sat in the seat that Jake had set up for you.

“Ramen, again?” you groaned. “How did it take you so long to make this…?”

Jake shot a deadly glare your way.

“If you want to complain about my specialty why don’t you make dinner tomorrow.”

“Gladly.” you accepted.

Sunghoon was silent the whole time you all ate.

Jake waffled on to him but he kept his head down, feeling the pressure of your stare.

You raised a leg onto his, testing the waters before you raised your foot slowly, letting it make its way further up.

“I can’t do this!” he shouted grasping his head.

“Huh?” Jake was confused, scrambling after Sunghoon as he put his shoes on, your own legs following after him.

“Hoon! You said you were staying over!” he complained.

“Yeah, Hoon!” you mockingly whined.

Sunghoon shoved past you.

“I’ll be back tomorrow.”

He snatched his car keys from the living room table and slammed the door behind himself.

“Wonder why he’s in a fucking mood.” Jake grumbled.

“Let’s just go eat..” you pushed him back to the table, hearing Sunghoon speed away.

~

Sunghoon kept his promise, returning the next day bright and early but camped out in Jake’s room the whole day.

Ear on the door, you heard him say “So, is Yn gonna stay away…”

“You know,” Jake trailed off. “Heeseung was over the other day and she didn’t act like that so I just think she hates you.”

“There’s a big difference between hate and lust.” Sunghoon shook his head.

“Ew! That’s my sister.” Jake gagged. “I truly don’t think she wants to fuck you.”

You sighed at how wrong he was, mentally giving him points for the protective act.

“Right.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Not like i’d want to hit anyways.”

“Doesn’t matter. She’s still off limits, don’t try it.” Jake firmly said.

You heard them both shift around and out of the fear of getting caught you knocked on the door.

Sunghoon opened it, glaring down at you.

“What do you want?”

Your palms pushed his chest away from your intended path. Taking note of the fact that he was a lot more muscular than the previous summer.

“I’m not here for you,” you grumbled.

Jake tilted his head as if to ask you what Sunghoon had already said.

“I’m going shopping, gonna take your car because I’m outta fuel.”

“You can’t just take my car, let’s take yours and fill it up.”

“Let’s..?” Sunghoon grumbled.

“I have no money.” you lied.

“How’d you already finish your allowance?” Jake shook his head. “What was the plan when paying for the shopping?”

“Dad’s card.”

Jake hesitated before agreeing. “We’re all going, in my car.”

“I’m driving!” you ran out of the room, Jake following behind you as you raced to get the keys.

Sunghoon was in agony, sulking in the back seat as you and Jake argued over what songs should be played next in the cue.

“Siri, play Stay by Rihanna please.” Jake grinned in satisfaction as the song blasted through his car.

“Fuck you, I want Sticky! Siri play Sticky by Tyler the Creator.” you grumbled as his assistant didn’t listen to your voice and instead chose to snatch his phone and type it in.

The anger in his gut was slowly building up.

“Fuck! Yn keep your eyes on the fucking road, it’s a green light!” He shouted.

Both you and Jake jumped in fear.

Fingers shifting gears and feet pushing down on the pedals, you whipped into shape at the awareness of your surroundings.

“Jeez, Hoon.” Jake checked his ears for blood.

The rest of the ride was absolute silent, bar the music playing, you and Jake didn’t dare to speak up.

Sunghoon jumped out at the first opportunity, storming away with the shopping list leaving the two of you to trail after him like kicked puppies.

“I’ll go get the steak, it’s best from the butchers market down the road.” Jake pulled you in before he left. “Don’t do anything i wouldn’t..”

You nodded, giving him the sweetest smile.

He shook his head, pulling you in for a hug. You felt his lips place a peck on the top of your head.

“No funny business.” he threatened Sunghoon who grumbled in response.

“Sooo…” you dragged on. “Now that Jake’s gone- Hey! Don’t walk away while I’m speaking to you!”

The rest of the shopping trip was quite annoying.

All of your attempts to have Sunghoon squirming failed, he was blatantly ignoring your presence.

“Uh.. what’s Foie Gras?”

You giggled at his butchered attempt of pronouncing the item.

“Fattened duck liver.”

He physically recoiled. “Why would anyone wanna eat that.. ew.”

“It’s good, you’ll like it.” you persisted, leading him towards the correct aisle. “Sunoo??”

Your best friend stopped looking for salmon and embraced your hug.

His hands gripped your waist as you snuggled into his neck.

“Here with your new boy toy?” he laughed, pulling away from the heat of your body.

“I’m Sunghoon, nice to meet you.” the older boy leaned over you, holding a hand out for Sunoo to shake.

Sunoo gripped it firmly, greeting him with a smug grin.

“I’ve heard about you.”

“Good things I hope..”

“Well…” Sunoo laughed.

You pulled their hands apart, choosing to get all up in Sunoo’s personal space.

“Noo, are you coming to Heeseung’s party?” you poked his toned chest.

“Of course,” he grabbed your finger, the end of his sentence coming out as a whisper. “Kazhua told me that Yujin’s gonna be there as his plus one.”

It had been 3 weeks since you stopped talking to your friend Yujin after finding out that she’d slept with Sunghoon despite knowing that you had dibs on him.

Your expression immediately turned sour, very close to acting on the urge to drop kick Sunghoon then and there.

He’d always claimed that you were too young for him, despite there only being a years difference between the two of you, but then went behind your back and slept with a friend of the same age.

“You should see the look on his face right now.” Sunoo leant in closer, “He’s seething watching me get close to you. What a freak.”

Mood dissipating as an idea popped into your head, you took Sunoo’s hands and placed them on your ass. Letting him shamelessly grope you in public.

“Don’t be mean, I like that he’s kinda desperate sometimes.” you laughed.

Sunghoon fought to rip his vision away from you and your friend, slowly gaining the courage to grab the Foie Gras before storming over to you and yanking you away from Sunoo.

“Hey! I didn’t even say bye.” you turned your body to wave at your friend in response to the wink he sent you.

You watched in bewilderment as Sunghoon slammed the basket items onto the conveyor belt, scaring the cashier.

He whipped his wallet out of his pocket and took a card out to pay.

“You don’t have to do that..” you looked away in embarrassment.

You knew that Sunghoon wasn’t as well off as people like you and Jake. Taking up a summer job just to keep up with the lifestyle.

“Well Jake took your dad’s card, so unless you want to return all this, i’ll pay.” he pressed his lips together tightly.

The lack of refusal on your part led him to tap his card onto the scanner.

Watching him wince at the high transaction go through had you clenching your thighs together. You couldn’t tell if the hormones rose from Sunoo or Sunghoon but you didn’t really care.

He bagged the shopping and walked off to the car, not even bothering to look back at you.

Once the bags were in the boot you stood outside waiting for Jake.

“Jake wouldn’t have liked that.”

“Jake or you?” you rolled your eyes. “Sunoo’s my best friend.”

“So you just let your best friends fondle your ass in public?” he scoffed in disbelief. “Hee was right, you really are a slut.”

“Excuse me!”

You both turned to see an elderly lady coming over.

“Please could you help me load my shopping into the taxi?” she pleaded.

“Of course!” you beamed pushing down your anger with a gentle laugh.

Your parents had raised you right in some ways.

Sunghoon followed after you, keeping himself surprisingly close to your moving figure.

You both helped the lady transfer her bags from the trolley to the car, nodding with respect at her praise.

“What a cute couple, thank you for helping me.” she beamed, waving as she got into the passenger seat.

One look at Sunghoon’s face and you could tell he was torn between annoyance and embarrassment.

“Where the fuck is Jake?”

As if on cue Jake showed up.

You wiped your thumb at the lip stain on his cheek.

“You’re so nasty.”

He held a finger up to his lips before wrapping one arm around Sunghoon and the other around you.

“Sooo what did I miss?”

~

“PartyNextDoor? Really?” Sunghoon muttered walking into the dimly lit kitchen. It was clear that you were trying to set the mood.

Jake had sent him to help you out of fear that you’d burn something while he stepped out to meet some girl.

“He makes good music.” you shrugged seemingly unaffected by the lewd lyrics. “Aren’t you here to help?”

He nodded.

“Load the pasta into the oven dish, please.” you instructed. “Then put cheese on top.”

Sunghoon picked up the cheese block.

“Where’s the cheese grater?”

You told him that you’d get it, purposely bending over in your miniskirt so that he’d get an eyeful of the way your panties clung to your puffy folds.

“Oh… got it.”

Turning around you saw that Sunghoon was clearly distressed, pinching the top of his nose bridge.

You passed the grater over, internally laughing at the way his body jolted when your hand brushed against his.

“Aww Hoonie..” you pouted. “Do you want my help?”

Not even waiting for a response, you squeezed his crotch.

A low groan left his throat watching you drop to your knees with his trousers and boxers.

You impatiently began to suck him off, revelling in the fact that his cock was just as pretty as him.

Sunghoon’s head fell back, knuckles paling at the pressure of him gripping the counter.

“That feels so good.” he praised.

Sunghoon was big, too big even.

You swirled your fist at the parts you couldn’t reach and suckled on his tip, the praise doing something to you. Spurring you on to make him feel good.

“You shouldn’t be doing this.” he moaned.

“But you like it.” you sat back onto your knees.

Something about the look in your eyes had him whimpering.

“I knew the old you was in there somewhere!” your smile widened as you took him into your mouth again.

“Why are you still on that?” he seethed.

His long fingers scratched at your scalp, guiding your head off and on him. The vibrations of your gags had his knees buckling.

Sunghoon experimentally pushed your head fully onto his length. Your nose begged for air, buried in his abdomen and your throat constricted, feeling his dick push past your uvula.

“Come on, yn.” he coaxed. “Take it all.”

Tears streamed down your face, drool seeping out of the corners of your mouth.

“I’m so close, keep your throat open.” he groaned.

“Yn!” Jake shouted from the front door.

You slid off Sunghoon with a cough, scrambling to grab a tissue, wiping your tears and drool away as he pulled up his pants before running to the downstairs bathroom.

“Is dinner ready?” Jake asked poking his head into the kitchen.

“Just need to put it in the oven.” you croaked out.

“Cool, gonna play a game! Send Hoon my way when he comes back..”

Dinner was just like the day before except this time you and Sunghoon both couldn’t make eye contact yet Jake still waffled on.

The air felt thick even for you, trying your hardest to give Jake enthusiastic answers so he wouldn’t suspect anything.

You jumped up and down in happiness when he told you that he would clean the dishes so you could relax, dashing up to your room to get rid of your own problem.

The next few hours passed by rapidly as you tried time and time again to get yourself off, still throbbing from having Sunghoon in your mouth, but nothing was working.

“Ugh!” a quiet groan left your throat.

Your hands reached for the phone on your bedside table immediately clicking on Sunoo’s contact.

You: fuck i’m so horny

You: tried getting off but it won’t work

Sunoo: u want me to come over ??

You contemplated taking up his offer.

You: that’d take too long

Sunoo: is park over ??

You: yh.. i uh kinda sucked him off earlier

Sunoo: yeah I am NOT contracting an std

You: fuck you 😭😭😭

Sunoo: js send him a nude?? or smth 🫡

You: UGH ILY THANKS

You slipped on a thin nightgown, purposely pushing your chest upwards letting your hardened nipples peek through, taking a picture then taking another of your dripping pussy.

Fingers swiftly moving onto his contact, you pressed on the chat.

[1,000 from yn💋]

Sunghoon: so you had money the whole time..

Yn: [2 pictures attached] can you help me…?

seen

Sunghoon wasted no time in stumbling over to your room. Sending explicit pictures to him while he was staying in your brothers room was very insane.

He didn’t even knock on the door, storming in them locking it quietly after he got in.

“You can’t keep doing this.” he shook his head.

You gave him the best innocent look you could muster.

“Do what? What did I do, Hoonie?”

He ran a hand down his face, immediately losing all composure.

“Stand up.” he demanded.

You complied immediately. Yes, Sunghoon had shown his anger through badly timed outbursts but in that moment he seemed furious.

“You can’t keep trying to make me jealous.” he continued. “You don’t understand!”

“But-”

“You’re all I can think about anymore. I wake up and you’re there, I go to sleep and you’re in my dreams!” he whisper shouted, clearly being tormented by his own thoughts. “Sometimes I just can’t stand you but being away from you was absolute hell for me. Trust me, I am also trying to understand how this shit happened.”

“Hoon-”

“Please.” he begged. “Please just let me finish.”

He took a step forward, cradling your head in his hands.

“For years, I have been infatuated with you. Forced to watch from a distance so that I wouldn’t lose you and Jake.” he shook his head. “There really isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for you. I..”

You placed your hands on top of his significantly larger ones.

“Hoon, what are you trying to say?” you pushed.

He closed his eyes in pain.

“Don’t make me say it.” he frowned. “If I say it, we can’t go back to how we were.”

“I think I love you.” you teared up.

His head whipped up. “What?”

“Sunghoon, I love you.” you repeated firmly.

You’d always wanted Sunghoon since the day you laid eyes on him, but his words put a new perspective into your head. Is this why you were jealous of anyone that got close to him? Is it why you very harshly cut off Yujin? Is it why you felt butterflies every time he was around?

You had let your lust cloud your original feelings for Sunghoon, letting him believe that you only wanted him for sex because you knew that you could never have him romantically.

Sunghoon truly was out of your league. He was genuinely kind and a respcted person. He was everything that you couldn’t be. But none of that mattered when he pressed his lips against yours.

Pent up emotions of the past 10 years released as you kissed back just as passionately. Kissing Sunghoon with as much angst and love as he gave.

You never ever opened your eyes while kissing someone else, but you peeked an eye open to see what he looked like up close.

The perfect mole on his nose, his thick furrowed brows and perfect hair.

He kept his eyes closed for a few moments after you pulled away, taking in the feeling.

“Hoonie.” you called out. “I want you.”

Sunghoon complied, throwing you onto your bed and getting comfortable between your legs.

You attached your lips onto his as he rutted his hips against your warm heat.

From when you sucked him off earlier you already knew he was big, but feeling his so close had you gasping.

“Shhh.” he whispered. “Keep it quiet baby, we can’t let Jake hear.”

Shit. Jake. You hoped that he just wouldn’t wake up or else you’d both be out the house till your parents came back.

Your head bobbled in response.

“Sunghoon,” you moaned. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

Hearing you moan his name had his pushing a particularly harsh thrust into you.

“Fuck. Where do you keep the condoms?”

He got off you briefly, taking the time to strip himself as you bent to reach into your desk drawer.

You jolted forwards as his palm made contact with your ass, impatiently begging you to hurry up.

Letting him roll the plastic on while you stripped down had you feeling a little scared. Being naked under his watchful eye was nothing like sending him a nude because you had to witness his reaction firsthand.

“You’re so beautiful.” he repeated, kissing up and down your body.

“Sunghoon please.” you whined.

Pushing your legs into your body, he lined himself up.

“Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop, okay.” he nodded.

You wrapped a leg around his waist, pushing him into you, drooling at the delicious stretch he gave you.

“Fuck, I can’t.” he groaned into your neck, lapping at your skin, flicking his tongue onto the bruises he formed. “Your legs are shaking so much.”

He wasn’t wrong, this was the fastest you’d ever come close to orgasming instantly and he hadn’t even moved yet.

Two thrusts in and you were clamping down on his dick, mouth covered to muffle the string of moans leaving your throat.

“Oh my, I’m cumming. Fuck.” Sunghoon twitched as he groaned lowly in your ear. “Pussy so good, tight, fuck! I’ve never come this fast.”

You didn’t know if he was talking out of his ass but the fact that he wasn’t ashamed did things to you.

Once you’d both recovered, you realised he was still fully hard and that turned you on even more.

“I want more.” you begged. “Please give me more.”

“Fuck. You’re so hot.” he groped at your chest. “Where do you want me?”

You guided him to lie down near your pillows, discarding the condom before hovering your dripping core over his length.

“I want you raw.” you whined. “I’m on the pill, please.”

Sunghoon closed his eyes again.

“Please.” he begged. “Shit. Never thought i’d hear you say that.”

Your legs burned as you sat down feeling the burn ten times more in the new position.

“You’re so big, so big Hoonie.” you babbled.

He could see that you were struggling to bounce yourself so he sat up and guided your hips in time with his thrusts.

“Do you feel me here, baby?” he pressed the spot where his tip poked into your your lower abdomen, both moaning at the feeling.

“Fuck, Sunghoon, I can’t.” you cried.

This time around it felt so much more intense, the intimacy was off the charts as he forced you to look into his eyes. Tears were fully streaming down your face at the overwhelming pleasure.

“Don’t you wanna make me proud?” he frowned. “Doesn’t my little slut want me to fill her up? Give her my baby?”

His words had you moaning louder and louder causing him to kiss away the noise.

He smacked your ass harshly.

“Quiet pretty, you don’t want Jake to hear? Do you?” he growled.

You shook your head, falling into his embrace.

The squelch of your juices and the repeated slam of the bed against the wall made you realise that Jake probably already knew what was going on.

Your teeth dug into Sunghoon’s shoulder determined to keep quiet.

“I’m so close..” you sobbed. “Please can I cum?”

He lifted your head, forcing you to look at him.

“Of course, baby.” he groaned. “Let go for me.”

Your eyes rolled back, body going limp as the orgasm ran through you.

Sunghoon came after a few thrusts, filling you up to the brim.

He rubbed your back, waiting for you to come back to him.

But you just couldn’t stop crying, tears rolling down his collarbone.

“Yn?” he inspected your face. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry.” you sobbed, palms digging into your eyes. “Sorry that I was so mean to you just because I couldn’t control my feelings.”

He clicked his tongue, fingers tracing up and down your arms to soothe you.

“It’s not like I was an angel either.” he sighed. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you couldn’t come to me.”

His lips pressed a soft kiss to your temple, bringing you into his embrace.

“I love you, Yn.” he whispered. “I think I always have.”

You gripped onto him a little tighter at his words, checking to see if the moment was real.

“Can you stay here?” you looked up at him with glassy eyes. “Please. I know that Jake-”

“Yeah, of course.” he relaxed. “I’m not gonna leave you.”

~

Over the next few days, you and Sunghoon had fucked like rabbits. Nowhere was safe, not your dad’s office, the living room, dining room, Jake’s bathroom, the outdoor AND indoor pool, even Sunghoon’s own room had been attacked.

You’d almost been caught by Jake on a few occasions but he still seemed to be oblivious. He didn’t even notice when Sunghoon fingered you under the table at a very public restaurant.

Maybe he was pretending, you just didn’t care. Sunghoon was way too good to give up, even for your beloved brother.

Now it was the night of Heeseung’s birthday party.

You hadn’t seen Sunghoon since he left your room that morning to go shopping with Jake and you were experiencing withdrawals.

The two of you had spoken about boundaries, with the impending doom of your parents coming back the next day but for now you wanted to have him as much as you could.

“So, you’re telling me that while I was on the phone with you, he was quite literally eating your out?” Kazhua grimaced. “You two are perfect for each other.”

You laughed swatting at her arm in fake offence.

“Uh oh….” Sunoo pursed his lips.

The three of you looked in the direction he was facing, watching as Yujin felt up and down Sunghoon’s buff arms, Jake and Heeseung looking away awkwardly.

“Yn! Wait!” Kazhua called after you but you were already storming over.

You pushed Yujin out of the way causing her to stumble and placed yourself in front of Sunghoon.

“Woah, Yn..” Jake laughed.

“Can we talk?” you asked Sunghoon.

“Well.. I’m with my friends right now..”

You forcefully grabbed his arm, dragging him outside not stopping till you got to his car.

The cold summer breeze nipped your shoulders, sending shivers down your spine.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you seethed. “Letting her touch all up on you when you know how I feel!”

Sunghoon just leant forward and kissed you.

You pushed him away, flustered.

“Hey!” you whisper shouted. “What if Jake just came outside right now?!”

“Shhh..” he laughed. “Come here then.”

He pulled his keys out of his pocket, and got into the drivers seat, patting his lap.

If you had checked your surroundings before you hesitantly got in then you would’ve noticed Riki, your brothers minion, dashing off to find Jake.

Sunghoon pushed your hips down onto his so you could feel him.

“This is how you make me feel.” he moaned, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Fuck.” you moaned. “I’m still mad at you though.”

“Take it out on me, pretty.”

Your lips attacked his neck, leaving as many marks as possible, you wanted everyone to see that Sunghoon was clearly taken.

He pulled his dick out of his pants, rubbing it along the slick of your panties.

You smacked his hand away, pulled your panties to the side and suck down onto him by guiding yourself.

Tears threatened to spill, body already covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Sunghoon wrapped his arms around your waist, thrusting up into you rapidly.

The whole car shook while the windows fogged up.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Hoonie, faster please!” you moaned.

“You think you can run your mouth whenever you feel like it, huh pretty?” he seemed to go even faster.

“I’m sorry!” you cried, nails digging into his biceps for stability.

“Oh you’re sorry? Prove it.” he growled. “Scream my name.”

“Hoon.” you whimpered. “That’s too risky.”

“Hm.. that’s not what I asked.” he rubbed circles on your clit, going even deeper than before. “I know that you can be louder than that.”

Having him hit the spot time and time again was sending you over the edge, you lost all composure the second he started sucking on your sweet spot.

“Sunghoon, fuck. Ah, right there! Fuck Daddy, please go faster!” you screamed out.

“Daddy, huh?” he groaned. “Gonna make you feel so good princess.”

You cried out as he continued to thrust into you at a faster pace, skin slapping erotically.

“I’m gonna-”

He told you it was okay to let go.

“Fuck, look how much you came for me.” he moaned in admiration, feeling true bliss as your essence leaked down to his balls. “So good for me, baby.”

Static filled your ears as he came inside you, waves of fire burining through your limbs.

Sunghoon’s head hit the headrest and you slumped onto his body.

His fingers scratched at your scalp soothing you.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked softly.

You nodded, too tired to respond.

“I need you to use your words, princess..”

Your lips pressed light kisses on his neck.

“I’d love to.” you sighed contentedly. “Can we stay like this for a bit?”

You felt him nod, head falling on top of yours.

Sleep almost overtook you but a knock on the window woke you right up.

“Sunghoooon.” Jake sang.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he whispered.

You immediately shot up, looking for something to cover your face.

“One second.” Sunghoon shouted back.

He gave you his jacket so that Jake wouldn’t notice your outfit as you slipped on a cap from the car and faced the other way.

“Can we talk through the window?” Sunghoon asked nervously.

“No…” Jake groaned. “Open it.”

Sunghoon reluctantly pushed the button, internally cursing when Jake claimed he’d been hit by a whiff of sex.

“What’s up, Jake. I’m kinda busy.”

“Yeah.. I can see.” he gestured towards you, believing that you were just some random Sunghoon decided to fuck. “Have you seen my sister?”

He felt you tense beneath him.

“Um.. no.” Sunghoon shrugged. “I haven’t seen your sister.”

Riki walked out from behind Jake.

“He’s lying!” Riki shook his head. “That’s your sister, right there!”

Jake looked at him in disbelief, finally noticing that the girls hair looked a lot like yours.

Sunghoon tried to swat his hand away when he reached in to take your hat but failed miserably.

“Oh my…” Jake stumbled back.

Your head slowly turned to face him, a sheepish smile on your face.

“Hey, Jakey.”

“Oh my.”

He tried to grab you and pull you out of the car but the loudest whine left your mouth.

“You’re balls deep in my SISTER?!” Jake was furious. “My sister? My little sister!”

The two of you flinched.

“Fucking hell, Sunghoon! You could’ve had anyone else! She’s off limits!” Jake frowned. “Forbidden even!”

“Jake you don’t need to-” you started.

“You shut it.” he shook his head. “Both of you get decent and get out.”

Sunghoon rolled the window up so you could have privacy as you lifted your body off his, cum spilling out while he cleaned you up.

“Riks you can go now.” Jake dismissed the boy who had a smirk on his face.

You and Sunghoon stood infront of Jake, silently taking the verbal beating.

“We’re going home now.”

“I’ll drop her off.” Sunghoon stood his ground.

You pleaded with your eyes to get Jake to agree.

“Fine.”

You couldn’t help but laugh on the drive home.

“That was seriously bad timing.” you sighed, spotting Jake outside the door of your house, waiting for you.

Sunghoon got out first, opening the door for you.

You pulled him in and kissed him goodbye, ignoring Jake’s gags in the background.

“Come over for dinner tomorrow.” you pleaded. “Mother wants you there. So do I.”

“Okay.. I’ll be there.” he smiled. “If Jake tries to hit me though, I am swinging back.”

Jake cleared his throat loudly.

You said your goodbyes to Sunghoon as he watched Jake wrap an arm around you and guide you into the house but not leaving before throwing a middle finger up at him.

“So unnecessary.” Sunghoon sighed.

~

Sunghoon and Jake didn’t even try to hide the fact that they were arguing.

When your dad had told them to set the table together they argued in hushed whispers, fighting over forks.

Even your eldest brother, Noah could tell that something was up, he’d come home and intended to stay for a week after not being around for a whole year.

“Sunghoon?” you mother asked plating up caviar. “Has your mother said yes to the trip?”

Sunghoon nodded in response.

Right the trip. Your parents announced that they were taking you all to Greece, Noah was just there for the free holiday.

“You’re a leech, get a job.” you poked at him.

“Med school is kicking my butt, and who’s gonna pass up a free holiday?” he shoved you back.

“Yn.. you don’t have a job yourself either..” your father teased.

“She doesn’t need a job, I’ve got her.” Sunghoon caressed your shoulder.

Jake began to hysterically gag.

“Stop being so dramatic.” you sneered, body relaxing as Sunghoon rested his palm on your knee.

Everything was going well, Jake and Sunghoon didn’t interact and your parents didn’t pick up on a thing.

Sunghoon tried Foie Gras, he didn’t like it and begged you to let him go to a fast food restaurant but other than that he was enjoying himself.

That was until Jake dropped his fork under the table and noticed how shamelessly close the two of you were under the table.

“Oh my I’m gonna throw up.” he cried out.

“What now, Jake?” Noah sighed.

Jake leaned over the table to whisper at you and Sunghoon.

“Footsies under the table is fucking disgusting.” he sneered.

“What are you talking about?” Sunghoon frowned.

“UGH!” Jake shouted.

“Jaeyun Sim.” you mother scolded. “Sit down.”

“Mumma, no!” he whined. “Those two were fucking behind my back!”

Your dad choked on his wine as you dropped his fork.

“I mean we all thought it was gonna happen soon..” Noah trailed off.

“What?” Sunghoon raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean by all?”

Your mother ran round to the other side of the table, pulling you and Sunghoon into a hug.

“Aww my baby is growing up!” she wailed. “Who better to bring into the family than Sunghoon!”

Your dad shook Sunghoon’s hand.

“Careful with that one.” he joked. “She’s a handful.”

“You’re supposed to be on MY side!” Jake glared. “I found out that my best friend is sleeping with-”

“Dating.” your boyfriend corrected.

“Ew!” Jake shivered. “My little sister, my baby sister who I tried SO hard to protect from the men of this world.”

“Even I don’t care this much, Jake?” Noah snickered.

Jake stormed off to his room and slammed the door.

Despite having ups and downs with your brother you truly did love him. Seeing how much he hated the situation made you feel sorry for your actions.

“He’ll come around.” your dad assured.

You waited until the table was cleared to go bring Jake the rest of his food.

“Can I come in?” you asked softly.

He grumbled.

His figure lay on his bed, playing catch with a ball.

“What do you want?” he mumbled.

You placed the food on his desk and sat next to him, ignoring how he aimed the ball at your head.

“Jakey.” you started. “Why are you so against me being with Sunghoon?”

He rolled his eyes.

“I knew him first.”

“Yeah but..” you had to take a deep breath to stop yourself from crying. “I just don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“I‘m not mad.”

“Right.” you pursed your lips together. “I just wanted you to know that I really do love Sunghoon and that he loves me and I just want us all to be happy..”

A tear slipped out of your eye.

He sighed.

“Yeah, I get that. It’s just..” he wiped the tears that ran down. “He’s my best friend and you’re my little sister, if anyone hurts you i’d naturally have to go after them.. I just can’t bring myself to do that to Sunghoon. I love you both too much..”

Now you were both crying.

“Why didn’t you just say that?” you laughed through your tears.

“I thought that if I delayed the conversation it wouldn’t have to happen.” he smiled sadly. “But i’m not mad, I really am happy for you.. change just isn’t my strong suit.”

“He isn’t lying.” Sunghoon laughed from the doorway. “He’s couldn’t sleep for two months when we first got to uni. Claimed it was nerves but I think he just missed you too much.”

You pulled Jake into a hug, both sobbing gently.

Jake grabbed Sunghoon, pulling him in.

“You’re both so emotional.” he whispered, letting you both cry on his shoulders.

“Yeah well, you have to deal with this forever because you’re not leaving now.” you cried.

“I wouldn’t even dare.” he smiled.

THE END.

[beebobeebo]

Title: Tim from Nowhere

Fandom: Justified

Characters: Raylan Givens & Tim Gutterson

Summary:

Tim isn't from anywhere, over there, or somewhere.

He's from nowhere. He likes everyone to think that at least. The little bits and pieces that form a life are his business.

"I asked you where you were from a while ago."

"Yeah. Was there for the whole conversation you had with me," Tim stresses the last word as he tries to casually look around for the fugitive du jour, Jenkins Prater, possible witness, failure to appear, and general dickhead. Raylan becomes sulking eyebrows. His face becomes eyebrows. A handy fuckin' trick, but it's getting him exactly nothin'. "I answered you. You remember that?"

"You said 'nowhere'. That ain't an answer," Raylan says as the rest of his face escapes from his eyebrows. "Unless, this is you being funny, and you lived in a town called that."

"Like that place in Alaska named Hell? Nah. It was more of a general statement." Tim pushes back the baseball cap that would make him appear vaguely incognito if Gene Autry wasn't sittin' in the driver's seat.

"You gonna clarify or leave me in suspense?" Raylan pushes back his hat too, because he is an ass, and leans forward over the steering wheel. Doubts as to how he catches anyone without shooting them have arisen. There's half a beat where Tim thinks about loudly commenting how he's sweating his nuts off because someone parked them directly in the sun, but he relents. "Longest place we ever stayed was Indiana. We didn't stay anywhere long enough to be from there."

"Army brat?"

"Not until I signed on at eighteen. Just the normal kind before that. Freelance." He leans forward like he's messing with the radio. "Does that guy look like he's trying to sneak around the…oh, no…Just pissin' in an alley. You take me to the classiest places, Givens."

"It's not my fault you're a cheap date," Raylan says through something like a grin if his jaw would just let it happen. "So movin' around a lot? You're not from nowhere. You're from lots of somewheres."

"I can categorically say that Oklahoma is nowhere regardless." Tim watches the man wander back out of the alley and resist the urge to wave, possibly salute. Resisting. "Missouri isn't much better, but you could get fully leaded beer on Sunday."

"As a freelance brat?" Raylan is now just looking at him. It's not like they have a job to do or anything. Tim looks at him out of the corner of his eye and sighs."You never played 'Hey, Mister'?"

"Is this goin' to be a traumatic backstory situation?" Raylan's jaw seems to slide too far to one side as he tilts his head.

"No, dipshit, you just have someone older, the Mister in question, buy you beer or a bottle. Let them keep the change." Tim takes his cap off and pushes back his hair. The heat is making the damned curls rebel against his best efforts. "Then you go find somewhere to forget you're in Missouri."

"So teenage Tim is in Missouri. Forming a timeline here." Raylan does bother to peek up for a moment to possibly see the man they're looking for.

"Teenage Tim was nowhere." Very adult, okay, relatively adult Tim was in Kentucky wishing he had kept his mouth shut. "Teenage Raylan was in Harlan, so I doubt he was doin' much better."

"You're not wrong." This time one of Raylan's nostrils quirks up with his eyebrows. "I'm assumin' you hatched somewhere equally as borin'."

"Ruined the shit out of Mama's senior homecoming dance," Tim says with the perfectly schooled expression he would never admit to practicing. He gives Raylan the benefit of a slightly lifted eyebrow to show he's telling the truth.

"So you were born a cautionary tale? This," he rolls his wrist to gesture at Tim's entire person," was always a warning."

"I believe the chosen term varied from miracle to accident, but, sure, warning."

"Where was that?" Raylan says flipping down the visor obviously more for the sake of fidgeting than actually looking at himself. The man was well aware of what he looked like.

"Indiana."

"So you're from Indiana," Raylan explains like he is more qualified to determine this than Tim.

"I'm not from there. I was born there. Very different things," Tim says. He feels suddenly defensive. He rolls his shoulders. Shame is fine, but defensive feels wrong. Why the fuck did he care what Givens thought? Especially that place? "Kinda left a stain on the place."

"The gym floor?"

That was just the right thing to say, damn Givens. He really can't help himself as he laughs. "The fact that I can't shoot a basketball for love nor money ain't lost on me."

Raylan finally smiles that easy smile with enough teeth to make a great white jealous. "No sports?"

"Nah. I was a reader," he says the last word as if it is dripping with disappointment. "Made me real popular in Buffalo."

"New York?" Raylan looks like Tim in New York would cause some sort of incident. He's not entirely wrong, but Time Square has also cleaned itself up since then.

"Nah, South Dakota. You know they're actually bison, not buffalo. No one ever gets that right."

"That's because no one cares, Tim."

Suddenly, Raylan grabs Tim's thigh and Tim's brain blanks completely until he hears," That's our guy. Running down the street from the probable sociopath." Raylan rolls down the window and leans out gun pointing at the man in pursuit. "U.S. Marshal Service on the ground!" The man in pursuit turns tail and runs down an alley. Good luck with your piss shoes, buddy. Prater is still hurtling down the street in their direction, the lesser of two evils.

Tim comes back to the world of the living in time to swing his door open. Prater smacks into it at a full run. "You learn that in nowhere?" Raylan says through a smile.

"Arkansas, actually. That was a rough summer."

"Seems like it," Raylan says as he somehow extricates three people's worth of leg from the driver's side. "Mr. Prater, you have had an accident. Fortunately, we with the U.S. Marshals Service were lookin' to give you a ride anyway. Why don't you go ahead and put your hands behind your back?"

Tim leans back against the headrest as he lets Raylan do his little one-man show. He should get out. He should assist Raylan with getting the man in the backseat, or trunk if Raylan was feeling frisky. He should do a lot of things like keep his mouth shut and not wish that hand was still on his thigh.

Tim eventually stirs himself enough to get out of the car and open the back door for Raylan to shove Prater in and buckle him up.

"Out curiousity," Raylan drawls, "where were you runnin' to?"

Prater leans back in the seat. "Nowhere."

"Ah, you're in luck. Friend here's a native," Raylan says with a smile as Tim plonks down in the passenger seat. "Maybe he'll give us some directions."

[eggable]

MiCoVerse Theory

This is a theory about the webtoon comic called MiCoVerse by @mushroomminded. I suggest you read the comic before reading this. Also this theory was made when "All Hell 7" was the latest update to the comic so this theory might be outdated.

I was going to do a recap of the comic's basic story, but if I have to do that then you didn't read the comic beforehand like I suggested which is entirely your fault. Idiot.

So what happened to Milo's dad, Milo? Lets call them Milo Jr. (Junior) and Mile Sr. (Senior). My answer: demon. Or a spirit or entity or something. Lets call it a monster because I don't know exactly it is. Maybe it will become clearer as the story goes on. So hear is the entire story if my theory is right:

In 1968, in the Parker house, the Parker family tried to summon a monster for reasons unclear. They succeeded, but the monster needed a body to be the the physical world so it tried to enter the members of the Parker family, which accidently killed each of them. Without a physical body, the monster remained in the house, too weak to affect anything around it and only visible through shadows.

In 2009, Milo Sr. went into the Parker house for some unknown reason. The monster tried to enter him and succeeded without killing him. Then Milo, with the monster in him, left the house and started wandering around. His roommates and friends, Dan and Jake, found him and realised something was wrong. He might have also been bleeding from the nose a LOT. Dan and Jake could see something was off and brought him to Kathy, who knows a little about strange things. All together they tried to get the monster out of Milo Sr., they also might have done this at the Parker house, which would explain why the monster was there later on, with some kind of ritual. Probably a ritual to change something back to how it was before. They got the monster out of him like how they wanted, but the ritual didn't go as planned and de-aged Milo, turning him into a four year old boy. He also lost most of his memories because four year olds are fresh from being babies and people can't remember their infanthood. They had no way of reversing this so Dan and Jake started taking care of four year old Milo and to explain to all around them why their adult roommate Milo is gone and a young child that looks identical to Milo is living with them, they reported Milo Sr. missing and claimed that Milo Jr. was his son. It made some sense why no one had seen Milo Jr. before, he was so young that didn't go to school or public places a lot. They also didn't have his birth certificate but could easily say that it was Milo Sr. possession and he never said where it was (it was mentioned that they didn't have the birth certificate in "The Tenth Year part 24"). This also explains when Kathy was asked when she'd last seen Milo Sr. and she said "By that name? Ten years ago." (it was currently 2019). She had seen him, but now he was Milo Junior instead of just Milo. Also Cody's dad, I think his name was Dominic, might have been involved too since he acts nervous around the topic and knows Kathy too and tells Dan when Milo Jr. asks about it.

Finally in 2019, Milo Jr. was told from childhood that Milo Sr. was his father who mysteriously disappeared ten years ago. He and Cody go to the Parker house to look for ghosts and the monster sees them and follows them out. The monster doesn't try to enter their bodies so I think it can only do that if it and the person are A) in the Parker house since that's where it was summoned and B) the person is physically touching someone, maybe because that was part of the summoning ritual (that would also mean that Milo Sr. was in the Parker house with someone, maybe we'll learn more about that as the story progresses?). We can tell the monster is following them because Cody sees it above Milo when Milo sleeps in his bed and both Milo and Cody see it at the aquarium. I believe the monster is following them because it recognizes Milo as the one person who didn't die when it entered their body. The monster wants more of that sweet, sweet resistant flesh puppet. But it has to wait for the right conditions. And when Tegan, Cody and Dominic go to the Parker house, the monster followed Cody in and they inadvertently created the right conditions. The monster went inside Dominic, just to realize that he wasn't Milo and immediately left his body again. This still caused Dominic to be effected and he coughed and threw up blood and mystery demon goop (tiny add on theory, it's said that the blood in Dominic's mouth was just run off from his nose, but if you look at the frame you can see that it is pretty clear that it's coming from his mouth. I think this means the monster can make blood leave your body without any incision or cuts. It just happens. This also explains what happens to Milo Jr. later on). He doesn't die because the monster left him, but was still giving that possession experience. Later on Tegan and Milo Jr. go there alone and as the monster appears again, Milo touches Tegan's arm which allows the monster to finally enter it's perfect resilient host. Milo gets the previous symptoms of a bloody nose and mouth, but the monster doesn't leave his body which causes it to go farther with blood exploding from his head and neck (remember, the monster makes blood appear without causing actual harm. Milo's head and neck didn't explode, the blood did). They take him to the hospital but the naked eye and x rays can't identify possession. (After this some stuff happens with Dominic and he says he killed someone and seems really guilty. I have no clue what this is about and honestly forgot about it until this very moment. I'll probably make another theory about or involving this).

Chapter 9, All Hell, doesn't say the main characters involved like all the other chapter covers. The creator, MushroomMinded, says its all for a reason. I know that reason. this unnamed monster is inside Milo Jr. and can't be named or else the story will be spoiled. MushroomMinded also says a lot is about to happen. This is because the monster is no longer a weak little shadow. With a host body, who knows what things it's capable of. When we see Milo, he is completely silent with and unhappy expression this maybe because he spent a night at the hospital or maybe because this old and probably unhappy monster is controlling his body. It's not possible to know how much power Milo still has. That is the conclusion of the theory. There is still of puzzle pieces that I don't where to put them yet, like anything about Kathy, Dominic's murder and general fear, Tegan's brother being somehow involved, but I don't know how to explain these yet.

Also I forgot to mention, I think Milo Sr.'s parents know he never had a child and that's why they don't interact with Milo Jr. They don't care about some random kid being lied to about his heritage.

Also also I think someone in the later story someone is going to set the Parker house on fire. If all else fails, I was write about that one. I hope.

Hopefully I'll get more information and be able to create another theory. Until then,

Are you eggable?

[dollarbin]

Sandy Saturdays #22:

Fairport Convention's Who Knows Where the Time Goes

When questing after undiscovered delights we can forget to slow down and appreciate familiar perfections.

I'm currently reading a terrible Tarantinoesque cowboy novel instead of rereading Middlemarch. The cowboy keeps shooting people in the face but they don't die; George Eliot's hapless Fred Vincy never shoots anyone in the face: rather he gambles on the wrong horse and ardently loves a girl. Why aren't I reading about him instead?

And while we are at it, I just ate furry anchovies on cold polenta for lunch. Why didn't I just have good old peanut butter on toast?

The same goes for the Dollar Bin. Robin Williamson's Merry (but somewhat crappy) Band has been spinning on my turntable of late in place of Paul Simon; I've been listening to Dylan and The Dead and American Dream instead of Blonde on Blonde and On The Beach.

All these decisions are wrong and in need of correction.

So let's get ourselves back on track: let's listen to Fairport Convention's version of Sandy Denny's best known song, Who Knows Where The Time Goes.

Like the wonder that is peanut butter, I take this wondrous version of the song for granted and struggle to taste/hear it anew: 31 years after first buying the record every note seems familiar and already considered.

But if I, and if we, put our minds to it, the track can once again become a thing of wonder. When Sandy joined the band in 68 she'd already recorded the song several times at home and with her former band, The Strawbs. It was her calling card: when Judy Collins latched onto the song and named an entire album based on it a year later I doubt anyone in Sandy's circle was shocked; rather I bet they all said she and the song deserved it.

Who Knows Where the Time Goes is a M.F. of a song; here in our chaste blog that stands for Mother Figure, not what your coarse minds assumed. And mothers are like Sandy's signature song: they are among the best, most admirable things on earth.

As I listen to the song with fresh ears here in the summer of 2024 what I love most about this version is Sandy's generosity. It's her song, but she does not dominate in volume or gesture; rather she lets the band's other genius, Richard Thompson, sing along with her - though he does his calling out through six subtle strings rather than with his voice.

Listen to the two of them patiently and generously make room for one another; the empty spaces between their efforts are as musical as the notes they make. They do not count the time; over more than five generous (and therefore unmarketable as a single) minutes they allow that time to unfold with care, sensitivity and warmth. The drumming, from Martin Lamble, who'd die tragically within a few sort weeks of this recording in an auto accident involving the whole band that would forever change them all, is also pretty damn great.

I remember ditching a portion of my senior year in high school to drive with my college-age girlfriend (now my sainted wife) up to Santa Cruz; we slept in open fields on campus and then stayed with a woman we knew who handed me a sandwich and said "eat this." I'd spent my childhood eating countless dollops of Laura Scudders on squashy, grocery store wheat. They tasted like nothing and got the job done: doughy filler for normal days.

But in Santa Cruz in 1993 I ate handmade, sprouted, whole wheat bread with seeds all over it for the first time in my life; I finally tasted freshly ground organic peanuts. Together they were basically the best things I'd ever eaten.

It was on that same trip that I bought Liege and Lief for $3 and discovered Sandy Denny. And so I encountered the sublime in music and food all at once. I was falling in love with life at the same time I was falling in love with a girl.

I'm blessed to say that all those ingredients remain in my daily life 30 plus years later. I just need to put down my terrible cowboy book, greet my wife, drop the needle and spread the peanut butter.

[reservoirreputation]

Dimples, Chapter Five

The Trial

Enter Freddy Newandyke, star witness. The suit looks too big on him, and he still has that stupid trendy haircut. Larry feels chills when he realizes the indentions on Freddy’s cheeks are from-

-they’re from him.

The kid’s sworn in, and Larry’s surprised the bible didn’t burst into flames. Freddy, yeah, he definitely looks like a Freddy, sits back down.

The prosecution asks the standards; name, age, where you come from, when you decided to join the force, how long you worked there before your last assignment, when did you meet the defendants. Please point them out when their names are called. What was your impression of Defendant A (Pink) before the job?

“High-strung.” Freddy says, “Real prick. Worst thing I can say about him is he doesn’t like to tip.”

The jurors chuckle at that, and Larry can see Pink looking sheepish.

“After the robbery went wrong?”

“Things are a little fuzzy from there.” the kid says, “I didn’t see him again until after I was shot.”

A low hum of concern drifts through the courtroom.

Freddy adds, “He was real cagey. I think he’d avoid confrontation, if he could.”

Pink whispers so only Larry can hear, “Did he just call me a pussy?”

“Shut up.” Larry hisses out of the corner of his mouth.

And defendant B, before the job?

Freddy looks at Larry for the first time. For a moment, it’s just them in the room. Larry knows he would kill for the stupid bastard, still.

“He served as mentor. My cover involved me being inexperienced in big jobs and a team setting. It was even more important because I had even less lived experience than my cover.” Freddy pauses, “He’s the most seasoned person on the crew, outside of Joe Cabot.”

“And after the robbery went wrong?”

“He saved my life.” Freddy’s eyes bore into his soul, “He got me to safety when I had been hit. He could’ve killed me then and had no loose end.”

“And when he did shoot you, as reinforcements stormed the warehouse?”

Larry is completely still.

“There was this big shootout. Everyone had lost their cool. I had a gun on me, still. We all fired at once. I was a little behind.” He purses his lips, “When I was hit the second time, my aim was thrown off. I accidently hit the defendant in question.”

“What then?”

“He and I were the only ones left, Mr. Pink had run out the door. White was trying to get my head elevated, and knew the cops were coming in. His hands were soaked with both his and my blood.” Freddy shrugs, “He slipped.”

A wave of chatter ripples through the room. One look from the judge silences them.

“Why were the surviving members of the crew in a standoff?”

“Objection!” Keats called, “Irrelevant to the case.”

“The prosecution has the right to examine the defendant’s character.”

“As it pertains to the defendants or the robbery! Not their dead cohorts.” Keats counters.

The judge sustains it, but adds, “Keep it to the defendant’s actions, not that of the dead.” The prosecution has to change course.

“If the defendant had so much seniority and experience, why didn’t he get Mr. Vega taken off the job? Surely he would have sensed there was something off about the man.”

“We were all there to do as Joe Cabot said.”

“Oh, likely. And maybe both the defendants knew how volatile Vega really was, and kept him on to do what came most naturally; to kill any who got in the way, on site.”

Freddy gets this look on his face. Somehow, deep down, Larry knows where the kid is about to go with this.

“Vega acted normal around the rest of us.” Freddy clarifies, “He lost his shit at the jewelry store. And-” he looks to the jury, only, “-if White couldn’t get a read on me, how could he get a read on Vega?”

There it is. Keats’ ace in the hole, used a little prematurely. Or maybe this is what he and the kid agreed upon, earlier. Regardless, nothing hurts more than the truth. If Larry had paid more attention, didn’t get lost on Orange, he might’ve felt differently about Blonde in time. The jury feels the shift as well, if their body language is any indication.

The defense begins cross examination. Larry thinks back to Keats explaining his strategy for right now in one of their previous meetings; he likes using a questioning style that confuses the witness, breaking down barriers, even lowering expectations. This cross exam needs to sell the idea that Freddy’s giving up key information unwillingly. That the kid’s been beaten down. He warned that it wouldn’t be pretty, it may even go to places that would be fodder for the tabloids. But it would convince the Cabot loyalists, which was more important than anything. Keats gets to the heart of the matter.

“If Mr. Vega is the only reason anyone died,” he begins, stopping just a few feet in front of Freddy, “why did he start killing?”

“The initial thought was that he saw an employee trip the alarm. But no shooting began until the police revealed themselves.”

“The ones following you.”

“Yes.”

“For your protection?”

Freddy shrugs, “Their objective was to catch Joe Cabot. All other matters were secondary.”

“But, Mr. Cabot wasn’t at the scene?”

“No.”

“So, with the robbery taking place, before any shots were fired, the police, your backup, arrived on the scene?”

“Yes.”

“In your opinion, what went wrong?”

“Not for me to say. I’d never worked undercover prior to this, or any aspect of it.”

“Jesus Christ," Pink whispers, "they really sent a babe into the woods.”

“Why were you sent, so inexperienced, on such a dangerous assignment?”

“My supervisor wanted a fresh face, and I look very young.”

“How dangerous did you think it’d be?”

“There’s a risk in everything we do, in any police department in this country. But, in seeing how calm and collected everyone on the crew was, I figured they would avoid violence as much as possible.”

“How did it make you feel-” Keats begins, over the increasing hum in the courtroom, “-when you saw months of hard work go down the drain?”

Freddy swallows, “I was more preoccupied with the civilians who had been killed.”

“And when did it sink in?”

Freddy looks down at his hands, “When I was lying on a ramp, bleeding out.”

There’s an uneasy rumble throughout the courtroom. It grows with every passing second.

“What did you think of Mr. Vega? Did you have any bad feelings about him, before the robbery?”

“No, he acted like every other criminal I was rubbing elbows with.”

That only stings a little. Mostly Larry feels offended being compared to Blonde.

“And what was that?”

“Tightlipped, saying nothing personal.”

“Did anyone in the group threaten violence? Describe hurting any of the customers, prior to the robbery?”

“Just the usual locker room talk. I wasn’t buying any of it.” Larry thinks back to telling Orange about what to do with marks wanting to play the hero. “No one wants to take a robbery and make it into manslaughter, if they can help it.” which is true enough, but Larry still feels a sense of shame.

“And Vega? What would he boast about?”

“Nothing. He kept to himself, the most.”

“Why didn’t this raise your suspicions more?”

“Because we were told constantly that Joe knew what he was doing, knew who he’d hired. That everyone could be relied upon.”

“Did Joe tell you this, directly?”

“No, the defendant did.”

“Please point him out.”

Freddy gestures to Larry.

“As you said, with the prosecution’s closing questions, that if the defendant couldn’t tell you were law enforcement, why should he be able to recognize a violent psychopath, of whom,” he looks around the room, “are well known to hide their true intentions.

“Could my client’s more pressing task, that of training ‘Mr. Orange’, have been clouding his mind? That if he was so focused on keeping an eye on you, that he would’ve never had the chance to keep as close of an eye on Vega?”

“White is a professional.” the kid’s face is starting to redden, and Larry’s right there with him, “If Vega were actively talking about murdering people, he would’ve noticed.”

“Who was your primary target?”

“Joe Cabot.”

“Who did you speak to the most?”

“Mr. White.”

“The defendant, you mean, Mr. Dimmick?”

“Yes.” this one’s a little more strained than the others.

“Who did you spend the most time with?”

“Larry.”

“Who did you learn the most about?”

His mouth twists, “Larry.”

“You can’t do a job like yours without involving some emotion, correct?”

“That is correct.”

“Who did you like the most?”

“I-” he glances over at the prosecution, almost like he expected them to interrupt. Larry’s heart goes out to him when no help is offered. “Larry.” It’s now he realizes, that could’ve been bullshit. It was so smooth, Larry almost didn’t catch it.

“Do you imagine he liked you? That he was far more interested in talking to someone that was intentionally flattering him, rather than watching for any loose cannons, like Vega?”

“Yes.”

Larry could tell this is where Keats had been going, even before he began cross-exam. But, having the truth laid out so thoroughly was another experience entirely.

He’s been a fool.

“What do you think the defendants were hoping to get out of this crime? Do you think they wanted a bloodbath to ensue?”

“Of course not.”

“Just diamonds?”

“Joe Cabot wanted to make money and split the pot with everyone involved.”

“There was no reason for police presence anywhere near the store. They knew their role. Do you believe, if the police had waited where they were supposed to, that Mr. Vega wouldn’t have killed those people?”

“I don’t know.” he’s barely audible, like the kid’s trying to slip away into the background without ever moving an inch.

“I ask you, again, in your opinion, from your own personal experience.” Keats gives a dramatic pause, the jury eating out of his hand, “What went wrong?”

Larry can imagine the match being lit, and tossed onto Freddy Newandyke’s career in law enforcement.

“The point was for us to get away, get to the warehouse, and wait for Joe to come by. Someone in backup screwed up. Moved in too soon. I can’t tell you why, but it was the first domino.” His last words are drowned-out by several people in the stands, both behind the prosecution and defense, yelling out.

Amidst the chaos his cross examination has caused, Mr. Keats gives a polite and even-toned “The defense rests.”

It takes the jury another day to deliberate, which is impressive, to say the least. Larry’s just happy they didn’t turn around five minutes later, saying ‘Throw away the key’.

Of course, they’re still found guilty. But, despite the likelihood it was always going to come to that verdict, they do seem to leave a good impression on the judge.

As they’ve both been in custody since the day of the heist, seven months and some change is counted as time already served. Pink gets ten years, and is up for parole in seven. Larry gets eight, with possibility of parole in five. Larry’s sure Pink feels miffed about getting the longer sentence, but he was the one that ran off, diamonds in hand. Even Pink would admit that.

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[boyakishantrinity]

That time Eleanor visited a military base from an accident.

"So, good news. Mike's fixed the engine. Bad news, Mike is dead."

Eleanor closed the door, Ursa looking to Melina before rushing to his feet.

The body had been pushed into a coffin. Three humans dead in three seperate jobs that went wrong.

"... I get the feeling you're the Sinbad of space."

Grunting, the twenty something crew of the Delfin awaiting new orders as the large bear straightened his back.

"Status report?"

"... We'll have to refuel at a military base."

The man paused. Breathing through his nostrils. And then looked to the team.

"... Wait, you can detach the payload from the rockets?"

"... Yes?"

"And the rockets are remote controlled, have a guiding system and basic deterrence AI."

"... Yes?"

Turning to the supervisor, blinking in confusion as they solemnly nodded.

"... Are you stupid. I've been on military bases on earth, we have similar tech."

"... What's wrong?"

Raising her hands over her head, she exclaims.

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO AIM THE ROCKET TOWARDS A TARGET, LAUNCH THE PAYLOAD, RETURN TO THE SHIP AND- ... How long have you been doing this?"

"... NOW HOLD- ... Uhhh, why?"

Clasping her hands together. Muttering as she looks to the floor.

"Y'know this is why our military is based on coordinated individuals... Answer the fucking question. LIEUTENANT."

The Terran continued to slap the senior gunman of his station around the base. Our ship was slowly being restocked, the Admiral sighing as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"Been a while."

I finally stated, my friend snarled back her emotion. Sighing as she looks to the data device.

"... Word of advice-"

"I know, but seriously."

Looking down, the gunner walking off in a huff as she called out once more.

"REALLY LIVING UP TO YOUR NAME BLANK."

"... She's truly something else."

This planet was somewhat simple, other than the known bandit problem, the shipment of goods flowed in. Their next job would take them past a few planets, the ship being loaded up, when an emergency rang out.

Ships had appeared above the sky, unknown variables that dropped down ships, metal canisters flying past the powering up shield, door pushing people to the ground as masked individuals stepped out.

Ursa's camera continued, Eleanor shoving another box into place, pausing as a troop of humanoids walked over. Talking in some language, sighing, before walking over.

Some kind of gang war occured next, amidst the fighting. Ships going out of the battle zone as they floated out.

"... I thought you said we had a few days."

She'd revealed pieces during our journey. A member of the human underground, the largely security focused Terran shrugged.

"That's what my friends said, but apparently someone struck first."

And then it got chaotic. A pirate ship ramming itself, the chaos of combat with Eleanor turning on magnets, shooting shells before they'd escaped the battle field.

"... I've been informed about this Terran already."

Throwing her piece onto the table. A few blurry images of a dark skinned girl with blonde hair riding the back of an alien as a blurry something obscured her already blurry body. Revolver in the corner, another blurry image of a cloaked dark haired woman pulling the ear of the dark haired girl. Both wearing masks, the security camera cracked with fire popping the short clip.

"... Yeah. Well, this is all a series of chance."

Taking a seat, the Lumarian took a sigh. Large, butch and gravelly. She continues.

"Cousin. I'd recommend keeping an eye on her."

[and idk. Some kinda one shot]

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[theghostus]

Day 176

I'm typing this while lying on my back on my bed with my laptop on my knees coz Im too lazy to sit and torture my back.

Hello again. So yeah, I've got a job, and everything is nuts somehow. My new job is still dealing with people and.....children. Yup, you heard me right. Children of ages 6 to 12 years. 10 to 15 years ago, I wouldn't think of even working with those little annoying humans. But here I am. The parents are another breed I've yet encountered in my career. They are a whole different breed. I've also realised children get into all sorts of trouble, aka accidents. Long story short, parents and form teacher were called (boys are in the same class). Shortie was sent to the children's ER with his worried mum. That's just one of the many stories in my first 8 weeks.

My department comprises 2 senior ladies, 1 probably EO in her 30s married and 1 AM. All women except for 2 older gentlemen as Ops Manager. Some still don't know where to put me coz I only spoke when spoken to. I mind my own business and focus on work. I do sometimes entertain them. However, talking to teachers always bring me back to my trauma from primary school. I feel stupid, especially if I call the teachers incorrectly or mishear the name. It's for the gifted and long-serving to remember all 40 teachers. I can barely remember 4 things on my grocery list. Side note: I recalled an interview for the same position. One of the AM, I think asked if I were to approach a teacher, how would you do it? I wasn't expecting that question. I replied, 'professionally'? She asked what's that mean? I would ask them politely? I mean, dude/babe, I worked with adults throughout my career. I just approached them...the difference is they didn't represent my trauma, my childhood. O didn't get into the school by which I thought it was over. Till, I thought, 4 months ago, I received a call from my current school, and here it begins my journey (again) of depression. My present colleagues are better than those I had over last year. I don't want to be too attached because someone up there has this one sadistic mind to want to fuck with me.

Next is the Devil's House. Been four long years since my mum's divorce, and we still haven't gotten the money. If you don't count the 2 years of covid (3 years for the world), losing my job, cleaning (the best I could afford) the fucking house and searching for my current place. So right now, while I'm still unstable (learning) in my new job, I embarked on a long journey (parts of it stupid) of trying to sell the house via a lawyer who still doesn't understand where I'm coming from. He insists on getting the papers served to him. He wants to go by the book. Here I'm wondering if the divorce papers can get through my aunt (his sister) why not these 'forcing him to him to give m the sole rights to sell" papers.

There are only 2 ways this will go....one my aunt will give up his contacts and surrender. Two, she will put up a wall. So, in that case, I will send the evidence to the MF so he can FINALLY get the big picture. How do I record a phone conversation?

Mum is still mum. Whenever she or I sneezed, she acted as though it was wrong to even do that or humans are not allowed to sneeze or cough.

Next is Le Bf. Honestly, where should I even begin? Too long a story for perhaps another time. Just hang on, future me. or else fails just box them. Cheers.

[filmbyjy]

WOLF JAKE(1)

— main HYBRID masterlist

SUMMARY: you had grew up with jaeyun since you were young. however, what happens when you fell in love with the wolf hybrid?

WORD COUNT: 725 words

warnings: i feel like the ending is angsty :( majority it's fluff. don't worry, the next few episodes of jake's will be happier :)

NOTE: god why is this so sad :'D sorry besties <3

many who came across a dense forest would surely be smart enough to not go in. especially when there were possibilities of cayotes, rabid animals and most importantly...wolves.

many were surprised to find out there was a possibility of hybrid wolves. they were practically similar to the legend of werewolves. they were human in the day but on full moon, they turn to terrifying beasts. ones that could possibly bite your meat clean off the bones.

however, you were not one to fear. not when you lived with a wolf hybrid since birth.

"jaeyun! fetch!" your dad throws a frisbee into the air and jaeyun catches it with his mouth. your dad chuckles. "buddy, we are learning to be more human-like before you go to school. humans don't catch frisbees with their mouth."

"sorry." jaeyun's tail wags. one of his ears flops down, seemingly like a dog. he was obviously not a dog.

both you and your mom watched him and your dad from the dining room. you smiled when jaeyun smiles. he had such a charming smile...and mayhaps you fell for it.

but how could you? he was practically like a stepbrother to you. your parents took him in since he was a pup because his parents were killed in some accident and he had grown up with you. they call him son too. this was so wrong to even develop feelings for him.

"sweetie? are you alright?" your mom asks.

"yeah, i am." you got up. "i have some homework to do, the cake was delicious by the way, mom."

"oh thank you sweetheart. i have a new thing to add into the menu."

you walked over to your room. you hear a small knock and you noticed jaeyun peaking his head. you smiled a little.

"hey, something you need?"

"i umm want to talk about how it will be like in human school." jaeyun shyly says.

"sure, come here." you pat on your bed. jaeyun walks closer and settles down on your bed. his grey tail just hanging off your bed. "alright, what do you want to know about school?"

"is it scary? how do i make friends? uhh relationships with girls and how do i approach them."

"jaeyun, you have to slow down. how about i answer the first question." he nods. "well school is a little scary. the only scary thing is just homework really and math. you like numbers though so i'm sure you'd love math. you did well while being home-schooled."

"what about friends?"

"they can come to you or you could approach them. i'm sure you're pretty extroverted at times. you're adorable too so there won't be a problem when people try to approach you."

"umm girls?"

"jaeyun, you don't have to worry about that now. school is more important. we are only high school seniors."

"exactly! i'm scared. what if girls don't like me because i'm weird. what if i can't get a girlfriend."

"trust me, jaeyun. you'll be able to. you're good looking and charming. there is no way the girls in my school wouldn't fall for you. there might even be a chance that you could be the popular guy on your first day too."

"what if someone wants to kiss me." jaeyun pouts.

your heart races. right, someone might date and kiss jaeyun...

you smiled, "you shouldn't just let any girl kiss you. unless...you want to become like those fuckboys in teen movies then go ahead."

"nooo i don't."

"then only kiss the girl you trust and truly love."

"like you?" jaeyun innocently asks.

you felt your face heat up. you looked away from jaeyun.

"i don't think the way you love me is the same as when you get a girlfriend, jaeyun." you chuckled a little. "that kind of love is the kind of love mom and dad are. between us...it's just like sibling."

"ah, i think i get it!" jaeyun smiles, "thank you, (name)!!" jaeyun hugs you. he was always affectionate.

as soon as he leaves your bedroom, you laid down.

jaeyun was never going to be your boyfriend. he would have a girlfriend and they will eventually get married. he was going to leave both you and your family. he was forever only going to see you like a sibling.

you sighed.

this was your fate.

-

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[anotherdayinchuckletown]

Max Shaw Headcanons (General + Relationship)

(tw: mentions of drug use, alcohol, and child abuse)

General

First of all, Max is short for Maxwell. Gets so flustered when someone refers to him by his full name.

Nine years younger than Al. He was what some would call a "happy accident."

He was always really outgoing and energetic, ever since he was little. When he took his first steps, he didn't walk, he RAN.

He has ADHD (no, I'm not projecting shhh). Didn't do very well in school, but not because he wasn't smart, he just couldn't remember to get his assignments in on time. Favorite subject was English (he actually really enjoys reading), least favorite was math.

Was the favorite child. He got his fair share of beatings from his father, especially when he would fall behind in school, but Al definitely took the brunt of it as the elder brother.

MOMMA'S BOY. Took her death when he was twelve extremely hard. Things started going downhill after that for him; he acted out more, and she wasn't around to defend him from his father, and Al could only do so much. He started getting "punished" more frequently.

Started shoplifting cigarettes from corner stores when he was fourteen. Weed came a little later, around seventeen.

The Big One (cocaine) started in college. He was there on a track scholarship, but he got caught with it during his senior year and lost the funding. Unfortunately had to drop out as a result.

Heavy drinker, but not enough for it to be an issue. Partial to whiskey (he thinks it's classy) and shitty frat boy beers. VERY insecure about his slight beer gut.

Found Samson on the side of the road in Durango one day, adopted him on the spot. Loves that dog with all his heart.

As y'all know, I hc that Max also has supernatural gifts. He has dreams similar to Gwen, but he just thinks they're your run-of-the-mill night terrors. Uses the coke partially to stay awake so he doesn't experience them.

Really, truly loves his brother. Secretly worries about him a lot, hates the fact that he spends all that time alone in their childhood home with those creepy masks their father collected. Part of him is so scared that Al resents him for getting the better end of the deal in their upbringing, he just wants so badly to be a good brother I'm gonna make myself cry oh my god

Relationship

This man falls in love FAST and HARD. Don't smile at him too kindly, or he'll start imagining your lives together.

Because he gets attached so easily, he unfortunately gets taken advantage of pretty often. 80% of his money troubles is his tendency to attract unsavory women looking for a meal ticket.

He's bi, he just doesn't know it.

If you're in a committed relationship with him, he will not shut up about you. To anyone. Ever. He's pulling pictures of you out of his wallet to show people, he can't help it, he's just so proud of you!!

He will really want you to get along with his brother, so RIP to you I guess (jk, Al would tolerate you for Max's sake, but you better not make one wrong move)

Love language is gifts and physical touch.

Always buying you extravagant gifts he probably can't really afford like jewelry and fancy dinners and such, no matter how much you tell him not to. He wants to spoil you!!

Also, constantly touching you in some form or fashion. Walking down the street? He's either holding your hand, or has an arm around your waist. Sitting down on the couch? He and Samson are BOTH all over you.

Speaking of Samson, will be jealous if you cuddle his dog more than him. Make him jealous, he's adorable when he pouts.

One of his favorite pastimes is snuggling up on the couch and watching a movie with you. What kind? Doesn't matter, he's not picky!!

Musicals? He's practically out of his seat during the songs. Romance? Man's not afraid to cry. Horror? He'll say he's protecting you by wrapping his arms around you, but he's pretty much crawling into your lap before long.

Overall, best trainwreck clingy boyfriend, 10000/10

[catintheruemorgue]

annoying things they do

summary: small things these guys do that just grinds your gears a bit.

characters: oda, dazai, kunikida, twain, akutagawa, atsushi, mori, poe, ranpo, fittzgerald, steinbeck, chuuya, yosano, gin, kouyou, higuchi, alcott and lucy

these are all based off things i do or have inconvenienced my life lmfao i’ll probs do a part two with everyone i missed this just got wayyy to long lol next im posting being friends with double black 

Oda:

If you're wearing shorts and have bruises he will poke them when you're resting your legs on him. He’s silent about it too and if you yell at him he pretends to act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

Will smack your sunburn but this one is actually an accident. He just wanted to pat you on the back because you're amazing.

Will space out when you talk too long, sometimes certain objects are just so… mesmerizing

Dazai:

Loves to jumpscare you the only exception is if it was a trigger. In that case he will just call your name and whip something at you for you to catch at random.

When you're driving he likes to reach over and honk your horn. It's almost caused so many roadside fistfights.

If he sees a dog in public he will bark and growl at it.

Kunikida:

Won’t let you on the bed without socks on. You could be sick as a dog and he’ll still enforce this rule.

Cleaning is hard because he has a hard time throwing things away. You'll spend extra time as he holds two identical pens, trying to decide which one he wants to keep. He’s learned to plan certain days in his schedule for cleaning now.

Won't let you turn up the music in the car and will keep it at a level that's so low it's annoying.

Twain:

Walks around the house shirtless but then complains about how cold it is.

Blasts his music so loud when he wakes up in the morning and it's always early 2000’s hits. It's not rare for you to have Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield stuck in your head by 9 am.

Always has to climb something, this stems from his adventurous side. It's not really that annoying but when you’re in a crowded area and he runs off to go climb the tall statue, screaming at you to take a photo… Yes it is. Especially when children try and follow him and you're stuck receiving glares from the parents.

Akutagawa:

Will not let you throw any food products out. He tells you it's a perfectly good meal (even if it's not) and that he will eat it tomorrow. It’s sad because you know this stems from childhood but it’s still annoying.

Reuses the same gross, musty ziplock baggies. You keep buying new ones but he doesn't get it lol.  

Will tell you if your breath smells, hair is messy, outfit is ugly. He does not see an issue with this and it's nice knowing someone has your back but he doesn't have to be so rude about it..

Atsushi:

If he drinks he's one of those drinkers who will not let you take it from him. Keeps an iron grip on the cup. He finishes it no matter how drunk and always throws up. Thankfully he rarely drinks.

He stops to help everyone, literally even if they just look like they need help. You've been late to so many things.

Will eat anything. Once you made steak and somehow forgot about it. It was hard as a brick yet he still almost broke his teeth eating it. You think you saw some tears as he told you it was delicious.

Mori:

Listens to people's conversations in public and isn't afraid to comment, loudly, about it. You know it's loud because they either stop talking or try and confront you guys.

Comes up to stops fast and brakes so hard you feel like he does it on purpose.

Sometimes if he and Elise get into a “disagreement” he’ll try and rope you in to take his side and you always do, knowing it would probably give him more satisfaction if you chose to side with her.

Poe:

Asks for constructive criticism but will then argue with you about why you're wrong.

Always humming a song he heard Twain singing and then it gets stuck in your head too.

Will deny stupid things like why your favorite mug is in the trash or why he just let out rather loud scream in the bathroom. You know he's lying because he looks away and makes sure his bangs are covering his eyes.

Ranpo:

Will call you out on any lie even if you don't mean to lie you just forgot about some of the details.

Don't take him grocery shopping if you have a set amount you want to spend. He won't even sneak, he will just say he wants something and throw it in the cart.

Such a backseat driver even though he can't drive.

Fitzgerald:

Likes to act like he's still in his twenties and will somehow get the two of you invited to college parties where he will attempt to do a kegger in front of everyone. You end up being the one to hold him up and he always ends with a, “LETS FUCKING GO!”

Likes to ask for the senior discount even though he's not that old, he just likes to hear the women validate that he's not old.

It’s scary how he used to buy without looking and now will scream if the price on a price tag is too high.

Steinbeck:

Always looking at the grass for wheat to chew on. It's so cheesy when you walk into the city and he's got it sticking out of his mouth.

He gets weirdly intimate with nature and you feel like you're third wheeling.

Has the mentality that he has to provide for you because he is the man. He gets so shocked when he finds out you still want to work.

Chuuya:

Has a hard time making decisions you could ask him what he wants for dinner and his mind will just break.

Gets way too pissed at movies and will actually get up and walk away. Once you were kicked out of the theater because he wouldn't stop yelling at the screen. Another time he walked out you waited a whole ten minutes before you realized he wasn't coming back.

Sometimes activates his ability at night and it's so scary waking up to him floating halfway across the room.

WOMAN TIME!!!!!!!!!!

Yosano:

Will glare at you so intensely if you say something she disagrees with.

Always tries to rope you into drinking with her even if you’ve said no the past ten nights.

Will describe wounds or injuries in such detail and just won’t stop, almost like she’s trying to fuck with you, but she’s not.

Gin:

Claims to be nothing like her big brother but then will go on to make the same facial expressions and do some of the same mannerisms as him.

Will spend hours trying things on just to put it all back, leave the store and change her mind when you’re almost home. Then she’ll have you run back with her to buy it all.

Is used to sneaking around so scares you a lot. Also on the topic of being silent sometimes she just won’t respond, thinking you can just read her vibes / mind.

Kouyou:

Will judge what you eat, especially fast food but will try and steal a fry in private when you're not looking.

Will say things like, “Well that's just the way the world works.” If someone tries to share their baggage with her. You understand she’s had a pretty rough life but it's caused you to almost spit out your drink multiple times.

At functions forgets about you for about an hour while she mingles with everyone else, you could tap on her shoulder and she'll dismiss you like you're a subordinate. Until you clear your throat again you'll see the slight blush as she apologizes.

Higuchi:

She has no sense of privacy. If she hears a crash or loud noise she will bust down the door. It’s sweet but not when the noises are usually from you knocking all the shampoo bottles down again.

Horrible road rage actually puts you on edge to be in the car with her. She doesn't even have to be driving.

Likes to act like she's a professional at everything and people usually believe it because of her suit. It's so nerve wracking when she giggles when they walk away with false information.

Alcott:

Will agree to everything you suggest but you can only tell when she doesn’t want to do it when you’re currently doing it.

Yet she’s not afraid to grumble about how annoying it is when someone bumps into you and doesn’t apologize. It’s sweet but you’re left dealing with the situation if the person is aggressive enough to say something.

Always corrects your spelling or if you say something like “I could care less.”

Lucy:

Will fish for compliments in a very obvious way like, “Wow. Wish someone would call me pretty..” and then just stare right at you.

Kicks you so violently in her sleep but won't let go of you so you cant get away.

Constantly stealing from restaurants. You're banned from a couple restaurants because she got caught trying to steal a cup or salt shaker.

[whimsicallyreading]

You Don’t Even Go Here

Day Two for Rowaelin Month

A college AU

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Aelin grins mischievously as she walks up the stairs of the men's dorm at Terresan University. The teal-blue waffle iron clutched under her arm.

Aedion didn't really need it. It had been on the fifty-percent-off rack at the supermarket, and he'd simply thrown it in the cart for good measure. Yet, when Aelin saw the box for it laying the hall, she'd seen opportunity.

It had hit her harder than she'd thought. Aedion leaving. They'd been raised like siblings but grew up something closer to best friends. It wasn't fair that he was nearly three years older and ready to leave when she wasn't prepared for him to go.

Aelin had cried the whole car ride home. Then when they finally got back to the house, she'd called him right away. He could hear how teary she was and happily obliged her call. Narrating his actions as he went about setting up his dorm room. He teased her about missing him, but she could tell that he missed her too.

So, armed with an excuse to visit him, Aelin made the hour-long drive to visit her cousin.

Aelin was halfway up the stairs but not paying too much attention to her surroundings. She was too busy repeating Aedion's room number over in her head because no matter how many times she checked her phone, it just wouldn't stick in her head. Maybe if she'd focused a little more on the things happening around her, she wouldn't have crashed into a half-naked man.

A solid and calloused hand darts out and grips her shoulder before she can go tumbling down the stairs. Its twin desperately clutching the towel wrapped around his waist.

Aelin looks up apologetically, and her jaw nearly falls to the floor. His white hair was still damp from the shower and swooped over the top of his head, and his biceps were too large for Aelin to wrap both hands around. An intricate tattoo coils elegantly from a cheekbone and down the length of his body.

He was a man indeed. Nothing like Chaol or Dorian or any of her junior friends. This was a new breed of man. The apex kind. Aelin is pretty sure she looks like a deer in the headlights, and she's too busy ogling him to understand the words he'd been repeating to her.

"Are you okay?" His eyebrows are furrowed as if he's afraid he'd literally struck her stupid. Aelin felt that wasn't far from the truth.

"Yes, sorry," she apologizes as she steps back, suddenly very aware of how in his personal space she was. "I wasn't paying attention. You just caught me by surprise."

Aelin was definitely panicking. Where was her swagger when she needed it most? Why would it choose now to abandon her?

By some miracle, he doesn't seem off-put by her awkwardness. In fact, a smile curls the edges of his lips, revealing a set of dimples that made her heart stumble.

Gods he had dimples.

"No, I ran into you. It's my fault. My name is Rowan.”

He holds out a hand, and Aelin shakes it clumsily. "I'm Aelin."

"Aelin." She loves the way her name rolls off his tongue. "I haven't seen you around before. Are you a freshman?"

Oh no. Aelin's eyes widen, but she recovers swiftly and smooths her features out. Rowan thinks she's a student. Not some crazy high schooler too emotionally dependent on her cousin.

"I'm actually a junior," Aelin laughs at his perplexed expression. "I don't go here, though. I'm just stopping by to drop off some things my cousin forgot."

White lies. What was a white lie worth? Aelin likely wouldn't ever see him again, and is it so wrong for a girl to enjoy some harmless attention? If Aelin spent more time thinking about it, she probably wouldn't like the answers she'd come up with, but that was neither here nor there.

"Is that a waffle maker?" Rowan's green eyes glint with amusement.

"My cousin loves to eat. What year are you?" Aelin crosses her fingers that he's the same age as Aedion and not a senior or something. Her cousin would murder her if he found out she flirted with a man five years older.

"Don't we all? I'm a sophomore, a bit younger than you, I suppose." Rowan drags a hand through his hair. "Listen, I know you came to see your cousin, but maybe I could get your number, and we could get a cup of coffee before you head out?"

Was this really happening? Aelin inwardly squealed with excitement. Lysandra would die when she recounted this story later. "Sure."

Just as she pulled her phone from her pocket, an all too familiar voice materialized behind her. "Aelin?"

Aedion smiles as he lays eyes on his beloved cousin. He takes a couple steps down the stairs, and that grin quickly fades as he sees the naked man.

Oops, she'd forgotten that detail.

"Rowan?" Aedion's eyes harden as they lock on Rowan. "Why the hell are you ogling my cousin with no clothes on?"

"You know him?" Aelin swears under her breath. She cannot believe her luck.

Aedion laughs coldly as he sizes up Rowan, "He's my roommate, but he's about to be a corpse. Why are you perving on my seventeen-year-old cousin?"

Rowan's looks between the bewildered. "You said you were a junior?"

Aedion laughs harshly as Aelin blushes. "I am...just in highschool. Not college. I told you I didn't go here."

"I didn't realize I was rooming with a pedophile," Aedion grabs Aelin and pulls her to his chest. "Was he bothering you?"

"Pedophile?" Rowan's dimples have disappeared, and he looks at Aedion disturbed. "I'm only nineteen!"

Aelin shoves away from Aedion's boorish grip. "The only one bothering me is you."

Rowan's cheeks are flushed red as the full impact of the situation they were found in dawns on him. Damn it if Aelin didn't find his blush endearing. He is a solid chunk of muscle. How is everything he does so cute?

"Look, I just got out of the shower, and I bumped into Aelin. It was an accident. She was just on her way to give you your waffle maker-"

"You brought my waffle maker?" Aedion cuts Rowan off, eyeing the box under her arm.

That's when Aelin sees it. The twinkle of mischief in his eye and the forced concern. Aedion was playing her. He obviously knew Rowan wasn't a creep and saw the perfect opportunity to cause chaos. Aelin scowls at him, and that spark grows brighter. It's moments like this she wonders why she ever missed her cousin in the first place.

Aedion tugs the box out of her grasp and smiles. "Wow. This is perfect timing. Vaughn and Fen were just talking about making breakfast for dinner." He looks at Aelin and forces a frown. "If I'd known you were coming, I would have invited you, but it would kind of be rude to bring a guest now."

"What?" Aelin sputters. She drove all this way, and he was really going to ditch her? It was embarrassing, but tears prickled at the edges of her eyes. He was an ass, but she obviously came because she missed him, and he didn't even care? She really thought they were closer than that.

"Yeah. Sorry, Lin." Aedion points at Rowan, who was just standing to the side, thoroughly uncomfortable. Yet, despite the awkwardness, he hadn't left. "Hey, you owe me one for creeping on my little cousin. Earn my trust back and see that she has something for dinner and gets to her car safely? She has my phone number, one bad text, and your ass is grass."

Aedion tosses her a wink, and it's all Aelin can do to keep from outright gaping. Rowan looks stunned, his eyes darting between the two Ashryvver's. They settle on Aelin for a moment too long. Some of the tension eases from his shoulders, and he smiles. "I think I can manage that."

"Good." Aedion turns back up the stairs pats the box. "Thanks for bringing it to me, Lin. I'll call you tomorrow, don't send me to voicemail."

Just like that, her cousin, a walking, talking agent-of-chaos, disappears back to wherever he came from.

"So," Rowan starts, "If you want, I know a perfect Italian place we could swing by, my treat seeing as I plowed into you."

Aelin frowns and fiddles with the end of her necklace. "You aren't upset that I lied?"

"You didn't lie." Rowan chuckles, a deep sound that sends a shiver of delight down Aelin's spine. "You don't go here."

Aelin tilts her head as if she's deeply considering the offer. "I suppose it couldn't hurt. What's good there?"

"They have an awesome kabob." Rowan tugs his towel tighter. "It's my favorite."

It's Aelin's turn to laugh. "Isn't that just meat on a stick?"

"Let's go, and I can show you how profoundly wrong you are," he moves to take a step down, but Aelin stops him with a hand to the shoulder. "What is it?"

Aelin points to his towel, "I don't think they will serve guests without pants."

The flush that Aelin loves his back full force as he scrambles the other direction up the stairs. "Shit. Give me five minutes. I'll be right back. Aedion better have not locked out or I swear-"

Rowan's embarrassed tirade quiets as he charges up to his dorm to change. Aelin smiling as he goes. She can't believe she's going out to dinner with a guy like that.

Opening her phone, she sends a quick heart emoji to her cousin. He instantly replies back with one of his own. Aedion may have moved to college, but he still had her back at the end of the day. Even if it wasn't in the most ideal way.

Rowan comes back down the stairs moments later, and she's not disappointed by what she sees. He took the time to put on a flannel shirt and comb some gel through his hair. While the view without clothes had been pleasant, Aelin could definitely appreciate this look too.

"I'm ready if you are," Rowan extends an arm to help her down the stairs.

It's such a fussy, old-man move, and she loves it.

"Let's go."

[harveywritings92]

BNHA Dad scenario: Someone hits you.

Summary: You're around 8 playing or trying to get you parents attention, someone hits accidentally or on purpose, your father took exception to this. and decided to return the favor with interest.

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Shigaraki: All the senior members of the league knew who you were and knew to never mess with Shigaraki's princess, unless they wanted to be a pile of rot on the floor.. however there were was a newbie about 18 years old who just recently joined had no idea who you were and thought you were some street brat and the resident punch bag, so imagine his surprise when he demanded you hand over your Gameboy, and you told him to go suck a lemon bad move.

You were kicked in the ribs sent airborne toward the wall and crashed into and fell to the floor clutching your stomach in pain. "Next time I ask for something you give it to me you little brat!" the boy sneered before looking down at your crying shaking body and heard you calling out. "Daddy...daddy..." He started laughing at your wailing and tried to get everyone else on his side, but no one moved they just stared at (dickhead) in horror he looked at them all confused.

"C'mon what the hells wrong with you guys?" as you were hyperventaling as the door to the back opened in stepped Shigaraki who looked around the bar confused why everyone was so quiet before hearing you crying and wheezing and his red eyes zeroed in on his daughter on the floor and (Dickhead) walking over to him with this shit eating grin holding your Gameboy … 

"Hey boss you like gaming, you got any-" Shigaraki shoved him and made a bee-line towards you and he crouched down carefully helped you sit up , you were clutching your ribs. "D-daddy.." you stammered as your dad shushed you and pulled your shirt up, if they thought Tomura was mad before they were wrong! the second he saw the large bruise on your stomach, he saw red...  "it's all right Princess Daddy's got you." he cooed picking you up ( he's got gloves on) keeping your face tucked in his shoulder.

Shigaraki then turned towards (dickhead) who's cocky grin turned to a confused pout as he tried processing what was going on, as your dad started slowly walking towards him, stoned faced red eyes alight with rage as he brought his free hand up to his mouth taking his glove off with his teeth, (dickhead)'s face slowly contorted in horror as he realized you weren't some random brat they picked up off streets!

You were his boss's kid! and he punted you across the bar for a toy! "Hey-I-i didn't know man,-s she can have it back-" the last thing he saw was Shigaraki's hand coming for his face, everyone in the bar looked away or down at their drinks "Someone clean that up." Your dad ordered as he calmly put his glove back on and stepped over a pile of dust and clothes as he took you to the doctor to make sure that waste of an NPC didn't break your ribs.

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Kirishima: You were both at the bank you were off to the side fidgeting with your dress waiting for your dad to finish up at the teller and decided to  wander around the lobby, checking around if there any candy bowls around here, when you bumped into another adult a balding mad who's back was to you, "oops I'm sorr-" You were cut off by a loud crack! and suddenly you found yourself floor clutch your stinging cheek stunned as this angry red faced man screamed in your face. "I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN THE FUCKING CAR (random boys name!)!?" You there was tense ringing in your ears as you burst out wailing as the demeanor changed as he finally got a good look at you and in horror realized you were a little girl and not his son. 

"uh-r" Just then Red blur came running at him and he was punched in the jaw by rock hard fist that sent him flying through the bank's glass door by a very pissed off Eijirou, who looked like was gonna kill him before he felt she daughter hug his leg, which she does when she wants to go home, his red eyes looked down at you the back the man who was being check on by the bank security, then back to you starring back at him tearfully, your dad took a deep breath picked you up and kissed the bruise forming on you cheek, and told manager he'll pay for the window. "YOU'RE MEAN!" you screamed at the man who hit you who was now awake with his actual son who was a teenager was standing awkward to the side looking embarrassed, the man flinched when your dad shot him a glare as you both passed him.

A week later the jerky dad had the gall to try taking your dad to court, the judge got one look at the security footage and your still healing face and laughed in the guys face and threw the case out.

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Dabi: Your mom was the owner of his favorite Dive bar, They don't ask questions and he don't give answers, Anyway mom had stepped out to get weekly restock delivery and left Dabi in charge, things were wrapping up for the night when you had wandered down from the upstairs apartment way passed your bed. "Hey ,Firefly what're you doing up?" he said picking you up and sitting you on his lap. 

"Was the music too loud?" You shook your head he hummed you weren't feeling well and woke up, went looking for one of you parents, he felt how hot your forehead was under his chin and frowned. "Want some ginger ale?" he aske rubbing your back you uh-huh'd as your dad leaned over the bar grabbed a glass and went to grab the dispenser hose for the ginger ale.

Meanwhile some scantily dressed chick who been eyeing your dad like a hungry dog all night was angerly made her way over, in her drunken haze she saw another woman cuddled up to him instead of a little girl, stomped over to bar and before Dabi could register what was going on a nasally voice sneered "Get off my man whore!" and a manicured hand suddenly reached out and grabbed a fist full of your hair and tried yanking you out of his lap!

"Eek Daady!" You screamed in pain as your dad whipped around "What the hell?" Dabi snarled grabbing the woman's arm and using his quirk to burn her, the painted hussy let out this pterodactyl like screech and let go of your hair, then you threw up on her legs causing her to scream louder "My shoes!!!?" she shrieked and went to hit you, but Dabi had ignited his hand and stopped her. 

"Get the fuck out, before I melt your fucking face..." Dabi hissed as you held on to him like a baby koala crying and shaking like a leaf, Your dad watched the bouncer throw the bitch out, while she bitched and cried about knowing the owner and how he'll beat Dabi's ass. "And then you'll sorry!" she wailed as the bouncer shoved her away. "Oh we'll see about that..." Dabi mused as he tried calming you down and making sure she didn't hurt you too badly.

True to her word the bitch came to complain to the owner not realizing that A. the owner was a woman, B. they were Dabi wife, and C) the mother of that "midget whore" who barfed on her fake designers shoes. Dabi watched from the upstairs window calmly sipping his morning coffee as the woman said her sob story and demanded compensation! 

He smirked as your mom nodded calmly put the empty keg she was carrying on her shoulder down on the sidewalk, and without saying a word deck the woman in the face knocking her out cold. "There's your compensation..." She huffed then calmly picked the keg back up and put it on the truck, Dabi whistled at her "Say babe, have I ever told you how much I love you?" he said watching her from the open window your mom blushed flipped him off, he chuckled he could see her smiling. 

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Katsuki: it was Kirishima it was you birthday and he was showing his quirk off to some of the kids when you ran into his elbow, knock on your butt sat there for a few seconds as your uncle and parents fussed over you, Eijirou was apologizing to you asking if you were alright? you just stared at them blankly before grimacing, causing your mom to bring her hand up towards your mouth and like that you spat a tooth out into the palm of her hand, her [y/ec] eyes widened while your dad and and uncle started freaking out...

Well.... more like your dad had uncle Kirishima by the shirt collar threatening to destroy him! while Eijirou came saying how sorry he was and it was an accident! while they were yelling your mom checked your mouth carefully counting your teeth, then sighed in relief before turning your dad. "Katsuki...." your dad didn't hear her as he was telling Kirishima to pay for you dental work!

"Katsuki." she tried again, but he was too far gone. "Alright you asked for it!" she yelled finally getting Katsuki's attention when he realized she was going use her quirk. "Hon, wai-" too late your mom snapped her fingers and your dad, still holding Kirishima, was frozen in place. Your mom calmly brought you over to your them and had you open your mouth and show him the "Damage" your dad's red eyes looked at you then back at your mom who was holding the tooth. "He knocked out that tooth... we were gonna have, y'know?" His eyes widened as he realized Shitty-Hair had knocked out a stubborn baby tooth that refuse to fall out, and were gonna have it pulled next week...

Your mom unfroze your dad and he dropped Kirishima before taking the tooth to examine it, making sure it really the right tooth, and he seemed to calm down, muttering an apology to Kirishima, then whispered something to you mom that made her blush. "You better be ready for it..." he purred in her ear, while you stared up at your parents confused. "Ready for what?" you asked innocently they both froze before Kirishima grabbed your hand. "say kiddo, let's see if (Kirishima's kid.) wants to play!" he said making a hasty get away with you.  

[drwcn]

How to Write a Realistic Hospital Au/Setting

Because I’m frustrated with real life work stuff :( I’ve decided to distract myself by doing this. Disclaimer: I obviously only have my own country (the Handsome Ryan Factory) as reference, so if this isn’t how it is where you’re from, sorry. :/

The Environment

Hospitals do not smell like disinfectants. Hospitals smells like....nothing. If it’s a nice hospital and the facilities are relatively new/renovated, hospitals are generally scentless places (the ventilation system is better). The only time it’ll smell like disinfectants is when the housekeeping staff just cleaned a room after a patient has been discharged. Older hospitals and units like internal medicine which takes care of a lot of longer term patients and older folks smell...well not great. It seems like people and bodily fluids.  

Hospitals are cold. The OR is even colder (unless for whatever reason you need it to be warm for a specific procedure). 

Background noise. There are machines making noises the background, little beeps of the IV pumps or the heart monitor. Normal beeps are slow, alerts are fast. 

Intercom - every time something happens that requires a code to be called, it’ll come on the intercom and the entire hospital hears it. Common ones are: code blue = adult cardiac arrest (ex: Code Blue - K6, Code Blue K6) They tell you what the code is and where to go. The code team (usually an ICU team) will show up. Code pink = neonatal cardiac arrest. Code red = fire. Code yellow = missing patient. Code white = violent encounter (security will be called up). Code orange = external disaster (a train derailed). Code Silver = deadly weapons (gun, knife). Code Brown = hazardous spill. Code Black - bomb threat/suspcious object. Code Green= evacuation Etc. 

There will be rooms on “precaution”. Signs will show up on certain doors/rooms, because that patient might have some kind of communicable disease through contact/droplet/air. 

The Staff

Nurses are not rude (unless you’re writing a rude character). I see a lot of “the good tough nurse” caricatures where it’s like jab and shove - No. A good nurse can be assertive, can be knowledgeable, can be no non-sense, but they shouldn’t be rude and patient consent is always present. If a patient says they don’t want a shot, they don’t get the shot. No matter how seasoned, how tough, how burned out a nurse is, everyone is habituated to start a conversation with introducing themselves. “Hi, Mr/Ms/Mrs/Miss ____, my name is _______ and I will be your nurse today.” Once the nurse and the patient is acquainted with each other, they can be a little bit more casual. 

Hand washing is a constant thing. The most often thing you see is staff rubbing their hands together in and out of rooms because they just pumped a handful of hand sanitizer. 

There are other people other than the medical and nursing staff. Personal Support Workers (PSWs) are very present and they help with the washing and the bathing, and changing incontinence briefs. Nurses also do this as well in some hospitals. You might see Nurse Managers come around for administrative stuff (ie discharge), Physiology Therapy and Occupational Therapist will make their rounds on those that need it (especially after an accident), Speech Language Pathologists for those with swallowing problems after a stroke. Social Worker for those who are going through a difficult life situation. 

The medical team gets confusing. Because there are medical students (clerks), junior residents, senior residents, and there are attendings. Your patient character can be confused. 

Internal Medicine - the “ologys” : general internal medicine is where typically a lot of folks get admitted. The doctors who take care of these people are internists. Other popular sub specialties of internal medicine that sometimes get their own wing/unit are: cardiology, neurology, respirology and oncology. If a specific specialty is needed, the doctors of that specialty is paged for a consult.  

Surgery - do not have every surgical specialty in one team. That’s not how the surgical teams are divided. If one of your character is in Gen surg, and the other is in Neuro, they’re not gonna be spending their day constantly bumping into each other unless their surgeries are adjacent OR rooms for some reason. Their patients probably won’t even be on the same unit. 

If you’re writing surgery, don’t forget Anesthesiology. Patients coming out of surgeries can either go to PACU  Post Anesthesia Care Unit or the ICU (intensive care unit). 

Specialists can read scans by themselves, but most of them time, they need a Radiologist to do it. Biopsies are processed and read by pathologists. 

The Action 

If a patient flat lines, don’t “shock” or defibrillate them. TV shows constantly gets it wrong. The only two shock-able rhythms are ventricular fibrillation (V-fib) and ventricular tachycardia (v-tach). (There are other pathological rhythms that require cardioversion, but we won’t get into it). Your fictional patient could still have a rhythm and be unconscious. 

If a patient is unconscious or has either V-fib or V-tach or flatlined, call Code Blue. Literally have one of your character say it, “Call Code Blue.” Or press the code blue button that’s above the bed on the wall. 

If a patient flat-lines, your characters should start CPR and inject epinephrine (1mg and every 3-5 minutes). 

Don’t “lost 3L of blood”. If they did...they’re gone. Exsanguinated...unless they’re being transfused at the same time. A 70 kilo man typically has 5L of blood. A lot of preg fics have the woman lose a ton of blood during childbirth. Remember 500cc or 500 mL of blood in a nonsurgical setting is considered hemorrhage, and 1L in surgical setting. As a 5′3′’ female I can tell you I probably only have 2-3L of blood in my body. 

Things to talk about in conversation between two staff: heart rate (normal in adult 60-100), blood pressure (ex” 120/80 systolic/diastolic) normal systolic 100-140 normal diastolic 60-90); respiratory rate (normal 12-20 per minute), O2Sat (you want most people above 95%), temperature.

Red blood cell count and hemoglobin being low indicate anemia. High white blood cell count typically mean infection. Electrolytes can be out of wack: sodium, potassium, calcium, magnesium, are some of the typical ones. Blood pH can be either high or low. High pH is alkalosis. Low pH is acidosis. 

Hypothermia (because this is a popular one). Don’t do what Rose did in Titanic. You’re not dead until you’re warm and dead. Rewarming for severe hypothermia should be slow and in a hospital setting. For mild to moderate hypothermia, if it helps with your plot, yeah they can cuddle skin to skin. 

[slytherinnbitch]

Day 26: Accident

when harry woke up in a hospital bed for the millionth time, his first thought was hermione is going to kill me. and it was true because hermione had threatened to do exactly that if he landed himself in the hospital yet again. 

but when he finally opened his eyes, there’s no red or bushy brown hair in sight. just the pale blond one which belonged to the prat he hated the most. Draco Fucking Malfoy. and for some reason he looked relieved to see Harry. that couldn’t possibly be right. because draco hated harry with passion and he would have been happy if he died-

“Merlin, Harry, gave me a right scare. can’t you play one game without getting injured or is that too fucking much for you?” draco asked, and while the words and the tone of his voice were in perfect contradiction; one thing was clear. Malfoy was concerned about Harry. but that was something he would focus upon on some another moment when his mind wasn’t full of some half a billion questions. starting with what in merlin’s name was malfoy doing here?

“Malfoy, what the fuck are you doing here? he asked, annoyance clear in his voice. and because he couldn’t help himself he asked the other question which was burning a hole in his brain, “what game are you talking about?”

as far as harry was concerned, he had last played in hogwarts, although he did still participate in some of the impromptu Weasley weekly sunday matches but he doesn’t think Draco knew about that. harry’s words seemed to stop malfoy in his tracks. he frowned at harry, then he stared into his eyes for a long time before harry looked away. 

“uhm, okay. Ha-Potter, could you tell me what year this is?” malfoy asked, did he really think harry to be so dumbheaded that he would forget the year. 

“malfoy, do you really be asking me that? don’t you have better work to do? or did your small brain forget the date?” harry scoffed. malfoy was undetered, he asked harry the same question again, as if he hadn’t even heard harry’s words.

“ugh, you’re so annoying. its January 2001, unless i was unconsious for more than two weeks, then it would be february 2001.” harry replied, and the fuck was he alone? that too with malfoy to keep him company. he was about to ask just that when malfoy said-

“i’ll contact hermione and ron. just- sit here and try not to break anything or get out of bed.”

“and who would you be to comand me that?” harry challenged, like seriously what right did the poncy git have?

“as your appointed healer, if nothing else.” malfoy replied before leaving his private hospital room. 

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"okay so it's 2011 and I have somehow forgotten ten years of my life. So what's up with me right now then? Senior Auror? Please don't tell me I went for Minister!" Harry tried to joke, it wouldn't do good to panic now afterall. "and however did I end up here? Malfoy mentioned something of a game?"

Ron and Hermione share a look. Harry always hated when they did that, especially after they got together.

"and why did you both allow Malfoy to be my healer? What were you both even thinking?" he added because he can't help but feel slightly betrayed by his friends. Malfoy entered at that exact moment, nosy git that he is, can't let people have some privacy.

"so does he know then? Doesn't look like it," Malfoy claimed, and Harry wanted to strangle him because he was aware that the he was him.

"harry was just asking about his job, and ... other prospects of life." Ron said, looking back and forth between Harry and Malfoy.

"well, I would be going really blunt now because reg would be wanting answers soon." Malfoy motioned his hands around as if whatever he said made sense and who was this reg person even?

even if Malfoy had appeared confident just a moment ago, he took a deep breath before he started, looking determinant, "you're a professional quidditch player. You resigned from the aurors about nine years ago and have been persued by various teams, and have changed teams twice. You now are the main seeker for Puddlemere United. You got hit pretty hard by a bulger before losing consciousness. And then here we are two days later. Does that answer your questions?" Malfoy asked calmy, it's a lot to take in. Well, Harry never fancied being a Auror all that much after defeating that noseless bastard so it's a good decision on his part. He wondered how he came to the decision.

But more importantly, he still had plenty questions let, "who are you? I know your name, malfoy. I am curious to your status in my life." Harry asked and by the look on Hermione and Ron's face and pain reflecting on Malfoy's, he wondered what was so wrong about it.

"Harry, I must have forgotten to tell you. I'm the Minister now. And Ron became head auror just six months back! don't you think that's incredible?" Hermione asked but Harry knew when a topic was being changed pretty well.

"it's no use stopping the inevitable, Mione. He would know eventually and I rather face it myself firsthand. Would be the best route for my heart, you know?" Malfoy said sadly. As if he had something to be sad about, Harry scoffed mentally at that. And what ths fuck? Mione? Not only was Malfoy on first name basis but he also called his best friend by their nicknames? What had the world turned to?

"We are married, Potter. And no, I haven't used any illegal or inauthentic means to achieve it. We have been together for the almost nine years now. And married for the past six." Malfoy said in one breath and what the actual motherfucking fuck?

"Yeah, right. So what's the real shit?" Harry snorted because malfoy might have a humor but this was so fucking far from the truth that it was downright ridiculous.

"Draco is telling the truth, Harry. You both are married." Ron said, and are these people alright? Harry was getting worried.

"what did he do to the two of you as well? What kind of potion did you use? Or is it a spell? Tell me, Malfoy. How have you been doing it for what did you say? Nine years, yeah?" Harry sneered. Malfoy's face shattered, as it should. He had been caught afterall.

"Draco..." Hermione started but Malfoy quickly put up his hand.

"I can't, not right now. It's fine, Mione. Don't worry about me." Malfoy said with a broken voice. Harry had never seen Malfoy showing this kind of emotion publicly before, but Harry didn't care.

"oh, and if we are actually married. I would like a divorce, immediately if possible. You can take whatever you want from my vaults if you want, if money is what you have been after. Reckon you wouldn't need much, what with your family fortune but I guess some people are never satisfied." Harry taunted because that's what he knew best, even if Malfoy looked like he was on the verge of crying.

"are you sure you want that? You won't regret it when you get your memories back?" Malfoy asked slowly.

"oh, absolutely. I think my actual self would be actually thankful. And please do this as soon as possible." Harry requested, although his tone showed anything but.

"very well, Potter. If that's what you wish for, then that's what you get. Don't say I didn't warn you," Malfoy said one last time. Harry just snorted at that.

Ron looked torn between shocked and upset and Hermione was actually crying. She started protesting but Draco just shook his head and smiled at her.

"I always knew this dream would break, mione. I'll be fine. I have reg." Draco sighed before he came to stnd directly infront of Harry.

"break the bonds then, the certificate would already be produced after we do that. I'll contact the advocate right after." Draco put forward his hand and Harry hesitated for a bit before putting their hands together. The touch was familiar, the skin soft and tender. Harry didn't even dwell on that for more than a second.

Malfoy spoke a foreign language, although Harry did catch a few Latin words in there as well. He didn't really care, but when Malfoy finally extracted his hand. Harry gasped loudly, his heart felt lighter and there was a whole comfortable weight on his shoulders that was gone. He didn't like that feeling even one bit.

Malfoy silently wiped the tears in his eyes, as if that was insignificant. He stared at Harry for a long time, to the point that Harry started feeling uncomfortable.

"well, goodbye Potter." Draco said atlast and Harry just lifted an eyebrow and sneered at him. He gave a sad smile to Harry's bestfriends as well. Then, malfoy actually hugged both of them, together.

When they pulled apart, he said, "don't worry, you both. He is not my Harry anyway. I'll be fine." Malfoy didn't look fine and even Harry could tell that.

"what about reg?" Hermione asked. Seriously, who was this reg?

"I'll be taking him with me. Or since ha-potter is the one who is leaving. Reg would be staying with me."

Draco then smiled, Harry didn't like that look one bit, he looked at Harry through his red eyes and said, "i must have forgotten to mention but I'll make sure Regulus stays with me. What with you being unable to even remember him. I'm sure I would have no problem at all. And don't even try otherwise. Consequences would be deadly." Harry shivered at the words but still, didn't understand who Regulus was. The only Regulus he knew was Sirius's brother and he was long dead.

"Potter, Regulus is, Regulus Malfoy-Potter is our son. Or I should say my son." malfoy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "and don't even try contacting him by anymeans before- no even after you have gained your memory back. Because trust me it will, and it won't be pretty. I don't want my child to go through anything that would cause him trauma, and trust me when your own dad can't remember you, that's going to fuck up anyone's mind real bad, especially for a one and half year old." Malfoy spat out.

Harry could still hear some words ringing in his mind. Child? He had a child? He was a dad? He had to-

"Your rings, Potter." Malfoy out forward his hand, Harry frowned at it.

Malfoy finally gestured at his left hand and he say it, a solid but thin band of gold with small diamonds encrusted. It looked perfect. Just what Harry would have wanted for himself. Did he choose the ring himself then? Not detered, he slid the ring out of his finger. It was with some struggle but it came out atlast. But malfoy was still standing with his hand open.

"what now?" Harry asked, irritatedly.

"the family ring." Malfoy coldly stated. Oh, he then noticed the Malfoy family ring on his tiny finger of his right hand. He practically threw that into Malfoy's hands. Who wanted to be even near that thing?

Malfoy's hand pulled into a tight fist and Harry noticed that he still had a wedding band. So of course, Harry asked, "what about the ones you are wearing?"

"what about them?" Malfoy inquired and Hermione asked at the same time Hermione cried out, "harry, can you please not?"

Harry ignored her and lifted his eyebrows at malfoy again, "well if you take away the ones I had. It's only fair, I get those back."

Malfoy's eyes flashed angrily before the icy facade was back on, "i didn't want dissolve the marriage. I have no obligation to return the rings. And even if I did, I won't. My Harry gave them to me afterall." Malfoy said coldly, but his voice broke at the end.

"and the child-"

"nothing of it. Regulus is my son and he'll be known as such from now on. I would like to see you try otherwise." Malfoy basically growled. Then he gave one mock salute to Harry and turned his back to them and strode out of the room.

The three of them sat in silence for thirty more seconds before Hermione got up, mumbled something about Draco and left the room hurriedly. Ron took off soon after.

He patted Harry on his shoulder and said, "mate that wasn't good. You're going to regret it." Ron had said it with such conviction that it had Harry frowning for several minutes.

In the empty hospital room, with no one but himself to provide company, he felt a strange sensation of dread creep up. He looked down on his ring finger and the slightly lighter skin tone seemed to taunt him.

Harry felt extremely lost, again.

Day 25: Battle || Day 27: Babysitting

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