#being /crowded/ near the bar by hopefuls and welp

[piratefishmama]

okay but has anyone written a no upside down au fic where big ol doe eyed Eddie Munson takes his first 'intentionally going for the gay scene' trip to Indy, totally inexperienced and deeply unaware of how attractive he is being hit on from everyone with working eyes until he's saved by--

Steve Harrington?!

[timextoxhajima]

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Part 1: Crying In The Club

Member: Juyeon (ft. Hyunjae/changmin????)

Genre: idk man. angst/chill/slice of life/fluff????? irdk 

A/N: this was requested. no, i’m not like, posting/asking openly for requests BUT if you happen to see this, then you’re in luck. the only reason why i haven’t opened for requests is because i don’t have a large pool of followers, so if you like my style of writing and you have faith in me (because i’m not the greatest writer out there), feel free to drop me a dm/ask. i’m currently writing for tbz/nct/ateez/maybe txt idk, if you’re really interested, we can work something out :D

A/N part 2: i’m a very emotional (?) person when it comes to writing (otherwise i’m a stone cold bitch lol), so when i was asked if i could write a part 2 to this juyeon piece, i was quite surprised. the first reason being: i didn’t think the request would be for this particular piece of work for juyeon, because it got like 8 notes at the point of time i got the ask. the second reason is that i wrote the first part for me to release my feelings. whatever i wrote in the first part mirrors my feelings/situation in real life (yeah, i may or may not be worried about an ex-boyfriend stalking me welp, and yeah i may or may not have caught feelings for someone i know who stays in my dorm. unfortunately, it’s only in my imagination that he comes to my rescue, ha.). i just found it very mysterious (?) and strange about all these coincidences and it also made me really happy that people enjoy reading what i write :D

to the person who requested this, i hope you won’t be disappointed!

“what?”  your friend nearly screams in your face. thank god the drinking crowd doesn’t come in until around 10pm, else the whole bar would be looking at the both of you. “like-- the lee juyeon? the one that’s got a fucking billion girls on his tail? and he kissed you?”

you look up over the rim of your spectacles and the edge of your laptop screen, and your friend completely loses it at the sight of your face that was void of emotion.

“the hell’s wrong with you?! didn’t you confess to the man like, a month ago? now, he’s god done kissed you, stayed over in your room when your crazy, psycho ex-boyfriend’s following you, and you have no feelings or opinion to account for that?” 

your eyes were half-hooded from the cider, though not nearly enough to even make you tipsy, it was enough to make your eyelids droop a little lower than if you were wide awake. 

“just because i liked him, doesn’t mean i need to warrant him any more attention. i’m too tired of this stuff anyway, especially with what happened to the relationship with my crazy, psycho ex-boyfriend,” you say with a lack of affection, only looking back to your laptop screen and resuming your furious typing. your friend has her hands on both sides of her face, nearly squishing all her features while she stares wide-eyed at you. 

it felt so long ago that juyeon kissed you for the sake of scaring your stalker away, when it was merely a week ago. since then, you prayed every day not to run into juyeon or your stalker. 

thank god you’ve seen neither. your prayers have been heard. 

“whatever happened with your crazy ex-boyfriend shouldn’t have anything to do with whatever you want to do with your feelings now. are you really going to let him ruin your chances of being with freakin’ lee juyeon?”

“easy for you to say, you weren’t the one being threatened and stalked,” you retorted, not even bothering to look at her. you were lucky your friend knew the whole story, because any other person would’ve shut you down for being so rude and blunt. truth was, she knew you were emotionally exhausted, to the point where you were emotionally unavailable. even if lee juyeon really had a thing for you, it was going to take a lot of effort to encourage you to try building something out of a relationship with one of the school’s most popular boys. 

you hear her sigh before finishing her own bottle of cider. 

“i just want my feelings for juyeon to go away. i don’t want anything to do with the man, not when he’s got so many girls after him, not when i obviously don’t stand a chance at winning him over even if i was interested.”

your friend glares at you, with the words “really?” printed into her forehead. 

“i’m not even gonna bother anymore. you do what you want with juyeon,” you smile at her final announcement to leave the case. you watch with softer eyes, your arms perched on the table and your chin resting on your clasped hands while she packed her stuff. “but mark my words, if it’s anything i know, lee juyeon doesn’t go around kissing people.”

you roll your eyes, pulling away from the table as she picks up her bag. 

“haven’t we established that he only did it because i was being followed--”

“my girl, you don’t get a say in this. you’re too emotionally occupied... or shut down, to see what’s really happening. but from what my cousin tells me, juyeon’s not the kind to offer such intimate acts to people he doesn’t know well. that, you can trust my cousin.” 

you bare your teeth in disgust at her final blow. if she hadn’t reminded you, you would’ve forgotten that changmin, who was part of juyeon’s popular boy clique, was a cousin of hers. 

“i gotta bolt, you have fun and please don’t go back too late. i doubt juyeon’s going to magically appear again at one thirty in the morning to save your ass,” she looks back over her shoulder and raises a brow at you. nodding your head gently, you wave her off.

you mirror your friend’s actions from before and press your hands to the sides of your face, your fingers pressing against your temple. you shut your eyes gently, listening to the soft ‘clink clanks’ from the counter near the kitchen, and the soft shuffle and distant talking from other students in the bar. 

“lee juyeon doesn’t go around kissing people”

you shake yourself out of it, drinking some water before resuming your work on your laptop. whatever your friend said about you being emotionally unavailable was true, but you had no clue how to get over it, and frankly, even if you did know how, it was going to take a lot of courage and a lot of patience.

you work on your stuff for about an hour, making a deal with yourself to head back to your room before midnight while the bar would be at its busiest. you thank the student staff who recognised you from the previous week, pulling out your phone from your pocket and empty-mindedly scrolling through your social media. 

then, someone calls out to you. 

instantly, all the blood rushes from every part of your body and into your chest. that voice... there was no way you were ever going to forget it. 

your grip on your phone gets tighter, and your heart begins to race. your mind screams ‘run’ but your body reacts exactly like how every dumb white girl acts in a horror movie. 

“i was wondering where you’ve been. i didn’t think you’d be back here after... well, last week,” you hear him scoff, and the sound of his shoes against the floor translates into a smaller gap between the two of you. “smart move, i must say. big reverse-psyche move right there.”

your breathing gets heavier, and your eyes were no longer tired from the alcohol. the fact that he was standing right behind you was making you feel trapped, and even though you could’ve taken off in any direction, the memory of what he did completely rendered your ability to move, useless. 

“i don’t want to see you again, please. i stand by what i said last year, i’ll ruin your fucking life if i see you again.”

you take a step forward, but he grabs your arm from behind, harshly pulling you around so you were facing him. 

nothing about him changed. his facial features, his height, his hair might’ve grown a little longer, but the look that you stole your will to love was still in his eyes. you wince as you try to pull away, but he doesn’t budge.

“ruin my life?” he smirks, and it makes you want to slap him across the face. “sure, but not after i ruin yours too.”

you felt your gut twisting like crazy inside of you, and your legs were losing their energy to even let you stand. you wince at his tightening grip on your forearm, and all you wanted to do was to kick him in the nuts, but you just couldn’t move. 

“you’ve already ruined mine...” you quietly inform, remembering the feeling of being completely worthless, completely destroyed by him. “why are you doing this? you’ve already ruined my life, what benefit do you get from it?” 

“oh?” his eyes widen, and a smug look pulls up on his face. “what about that kiss in the lift last week? didn’t he sleep over as well? i was there till four am, and he never left the building. i thought you’ve already moved on.”

you grit your teeth as both anger and fear runs through your blood. 

you open your mouth, ready to hurl a string of vulgarities at him and protest against him being the world’s worst person, but someone beats you to it.

“pretty sure she already did, man.”

the psycho looks up from you and looks over your head, the smug smile completely wiped away and was replaced with a look of despise and anger. 

you shut your eyes tightly, sucking your lips in between your teeth as you tilt your head like you were in pain. 

it was hyunjae’s voice, and there was an almost close to zero possibility that he wasn’t with juyeon.

“mind letting my girl go?” 

there it was.

you frown to yourself at juyeon’s words, still being held in an awkward position while you faced the psycho’s chest, and his eyes still glued to the two boys behind you.

“are you deaf or do you not understand simple instructions?” you finally see hyunjae reach your footing, and hyunjae lays a hand on the psycho’s grip on you. the psycho only lets go because he couldn’t read hyunjae. 

you shift away quickly, rubbing your arm where his grip on you was marked with reddening lines. you back away and bump into juyeon, who only stretched out his arm in front of you, pushing you backwards behind him. 

“did he hurt you?” juyeon turns to the side, only showing you his side profile. 

“no...” you trail off, still rubbing your arm. the lines turn into light bruises, and you can only tell yourself that you were going to wear long-sleeved tops until they healed. 

juyeon turns back to hyunjae, who now had his arm pressed against the psycho’s chest. for a moment, the psycho looked like he was ready to eat you like a lion hunting its prey, and the only things in his way were hyunjae and juyeon. 

“go back to the dorms. i’ll come check up on you afterwards,” juyeon instructs. you watch as he takes large steps towards hyunjae and the psycho. you were already backing off, but his eyes never leave you while juyeon and hyunjae try to talk him out of being crazy.

your view of the psycho was almost completely obstructed by juyeon, and hyunjae was talking to him by his side. all of a sudden, the psycho lunges forward, pushing past juyeon and towards you. the sight causes you to jerk backwards and stumble to turn and run.

hyunjae grabs him by the arm while juyeon’s first instinct was to run back to your side, and before you knew it, juyeon has fingers intertwined with the collar of the psycho’s shirt, his fists balled up and their faces inches away from one another. 

hyunjae watches on from a short distance away, hands on his hips as he scans the situation. 

“does she look like she still belongs to you? does she look like she’s got your name plastered to her forehead? last i checked, i was the one who kissed her and spent the night with her, not you,” juyeon’s voice was low, and strangely calm. you wonder if he’s truly ever lost his temper at anybody. “oh, i forgot. you know, right?”

you were backed up enough to see the look on your stalker’s face, which was now contorted into an ugly mess of distaste, anger and disgust. 

“after all we went through, you take one year to get over it? so quickly?” your stalker scoffs, loud enough for you to hear, loud enough to push all the wrong buttons. 

juyeon shoves him backwards and pushes him so hard that he falls to the floor. before he could get up, juyeon has his foot on his chest, weighing him down. 

“you really need to think twice about what you do around here. not only did you choose to be a crazy, psychotic stalker in a public area, but you just had to choose the one corner with a fully functioning CCTV.”

your stalker, who was on the ground, looks up and around the area, and you could see the intensity of panic that filled him the moment he saw the blinking red dot on the camera mounted to the corner where the ceiling met the wall.  

“and unlike you, i’m not dumb enough to pick a fight with you,” juyeon retracts his legs and exchanged quick glances with hyunjae. “you can wait for your letter of expulsion to come in your letter box wherever you’re staying in school. and you better believe that if i see you anywhere near her, i’ll make sure you spend the rest of your life locked up behind bars.”

hyunjae turns and looks at you, allowing juyeon to finish his statement. he pats him on the shoulder, telling him to leave him alone. after a few moments of intense glaring between the psycho and juyeon, he finally backs away and follows behind hyunjae as they approach you. 

you were back in your room, rocking back and forth with your rear mounted to the floor. hyunjae was on the phone telling the other boys that he and juyeon were sitting out from tonight’s drink session because ‘juyeon wasn’t feeling well’, while juyeon was sitting opposite you, watching you spiral into your own hole of thoughts and despair.

“they’re not gonna buy the excuse, but they let us off the hook,” hyunjae locks his phone and shoves it into his pocket, crossing his arms across his chest. juyeon nods at hyunjae, and the older boy takes his leave. 

he shuffles nearer to you upon the door shutting, his legs on either sides of your hips and his feet under your bed. you were nearly leaning on it, with your knees hugged tightly against your chest. you were stuck between him and your bed, but who even cared anymore?

your vision was zoning out, but you feel him trying to take your arm when he notices the light bruises on your skin. 

“i’m fine,” you muttered sharply, hiding your hand between your stomach and your thighs.

“why do you stay out so late? and alone?” he lowers his head, matching his eye level with yours. “i thought you would’ve learnt your lesson from last week.”

“i didn’t think he was going to circle back and find me at the bar again. i thought he’d scour the whole school looking for me, then give up once he realises i’m hiding from him.”

juyeon pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue and runs a hand through his blue hair. “but he knows where you stay.”

“and i thought he’d back off after seeing us--” you straighten yourself to finish the sentence, frustrated that juyeon was interrogating you and speaking the obvious. but then you realise you couldn’t say it without feeling butterflies in your stomach.

damn these feelings. 

juyeon raises a cocky brow, though not obvious, but it was easy to notice. a soft smile creeps up on the corners of his lips.

“so you were riding on the hope that he’d buy our skit?” juyeon shuffles forward again, now that you were sitting up straight and that movement created extra space between the two of you. you crane your neck backwards, the lack of distance between his nose and your eyes becoming painfully difficult to ignore. 

“i mean...” you look away, annoyed at his ability to turn such a horrible night into one of his little talking games. “if hyunjae or changmin saw it, maybe they’d buy it. i know i would, especially if i didn’t know the situation.”

“changmin?” juyeon was now grinning, his eyes halving into crescents. “all of a sudden, why changmin?”

“i was with a friend earlier tonight at the bar. she’s changmin’s cousin and i know the both of you are close.”

juyeon hums in acknowledgement, now scratching a spot on his cheek. 

there was an awkward silence in the air, and you couldn’t hear much besides your heavy breathing, split second flashes of whatever happened just about half an hour ago still running on repeat in your head. 

“do you want to know something?” 

you look up at him through the corners of your eyes, slightly afraid to look at him all too directly. there was something in his voice that was so alluring, like he was about to tell you a world-class secret.

“do i want to know?” you cautiously returned a question. juyeon chuckles and stretches both his arms forwards, resting his hands on the mattress behind your shoulders. your eyes widen as the change in position further narrows whatever distance you previously had, and if you weren’t already dying at the fact that you were caged between his arms, you were combusting at how close he was to you. 

so close, that you could feel his breath on your forehead.

“changmin and hyunjae would totally buy it.”

huh?

“do you want to know why? or are you capable of deciphering ‘why’ yourself?”

oh, god, no. please, no. 

“if i said no, could you spare me the information?” you ask, still refusing to look at him. juyeon chuckles again. 

time seemed to pass extremely slowly as you fail to react to him removing one of his hands from the bed, now reaching up to your chin and pulling it to face him. 

your heart picks up its pace again, and instead of fear that ran through you previously, you couldn’t ignore the butterflies that were filling your stomach. 

“if you’re about to confess, i’m begging you not to.”

juyeon’s smile disappears, and an overwhelming feeling of vulnerability and pity washes over you. your eyes don’t falter despite looking straight into juyeon’s. your words came out almost like a whisper, and if he wasn’t this close to you, he probably wouldn’t have heard it.

“why?” he asks quietly. 

you feel your eye brow twitch, and your nose turn slightly sour. 

oh, no, why do you choose to cry now?

“i can’t afford another heartbreak. i can’t afford feeling like i’m nothing again. not after i chose to give him my time, my heart... my body. only for him to use it against me, only for him to say that nobody will love me because of how depressed i am all the damn time...” 

you shake your chin out of juyeon’s fingers, looking away as you feel the tears welling up in your eyes again. 

you feel your tears dribble down over your cheeks, and before you could reach up to your face to wipe them away, juyeon beats you to it. but instead of wiping your tears, you found yourself stuck in another kiss.

this time, it wasn’t for show. 

there was nobody else around for him to ‘scare off’. 

you shut your eyes upon the contact, allowing all the cooped up tears to wash out from the crevices of your lids. juyeon has your cheeks cupped in his large hands that were probably the size of your face.

the touch reminds you of when you first kissed your ex-boyfriend. the feeling of melting chocolate fondue, the feeling of coming home to a warm cup of tea on a cold day--

you hurriedly pull away, panic slowly filling your heart again. “juyeon--”

“you begged me not to confess, but i hope that was enough to show you what i wanted to say.” juyeon interrupts, his thumbs now wiping away the droplets of tears hanging from your jawline and the trails left on your cheeks. 

“but i’m never going to be able to act like i’m in a normal relationshi--”

“so be it,” he holds up your face so you had no choice but to look at him. “whoever said i wanted a ‘normal relationship’? it was my choice to choose you, and so it’s my choice to be with you as you are.”

you feel the panic slowly wear away, and his words warm your heart. 

“give me time and i’ll prove that you’re the one i want to be with. i know it’s not easy to believe that with all the... girls chasing us around all the time... but i hope you’ll still give me a chance. one month ago, you told me you didn’t want an answer and all you wanted to do was to get it off your chest and get over me. i hope you haven’t succeeded.”

you feel your facial muscles relax at his confession, and the warmth radiating from his hands on your face made you feel so safe, so protected, in a long, long time. 

“i haven’t,” you gently shake your head, reaching up to pull his hand away from your face and draw circles on the back of his hand. 

juyeon gives you the warmest smile you’ve ever seen on him. he pulls you into his chest as you exhale all the worries from your heart. 

it was definitely going to take a lot of courage and patience, but if juyeon was going to do whatever he said he would, then you couldn’t be any more happier to try. 

[broadstbroskis]

connected-pt 1 | auston matthews

an author’s note: so i’m here with my first multi-part fic (for hockey tumblr) and i hope after reading this, you’re all as excited about it as i am! i don’t anticipate it being super long- only like 4-5 chapters- but i am notorious for underestimating the length of things i write soo...(read that last bit as i’m planning on this not being long but plans change). i’d love to hear what you think!

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Toronto 2019

Never in a million years did you think you’d have to spend so much time having to avoid your ex-boyfriend from a semester abroad halfway across the world, and yet somehow, here you are, at a baseball game in Toronto, ducking behind a beer cart to avoid a guy you were once in love with.

“Is this necessary, YN?” Ashley, your best friend, hisses loudly, from her spot crouched next to you. She’d gone down with a loud shout when you pulled her behind the cart, attracting the eyes of the guy working the beer cart and a few people right near the two of you, but thankfully, not too many others.

The rest of the people around you were too busy staring at Auston fucking Matthews to care. 

Of course, that’s where your eyes are focused as well, hoping the guy you’ve been desperate to avoid since your return and his arrival to your home city three years ago will move past this rush of fans quickly. There’s not a single part of you that thought running into this guy would be such a problem for you, considering that you met in Switzerland. And then Auston had been drafted to Toronto and you’d been annoyed, sure, but brushed it off- come on, the city’s huge; how often are you really going to see him?

All the fucking time, apparently. The universe is conspiring against you; Auston was somehow everywhere you were in Toronto. If your friends were out in a bar, the Leafs were walking in after a game that night. Somebody just heard about this great Thai place? Look who’s sitting at a table in the corner already. He’s at your favorite Starbucks, your least favorite Dunkin that you literally only go to in hopes of not seeing him at your favorite Starbucks, the cute little cafe that’s right down the street from your and Ash’s apartment. 

At a freaking Blue Jays game that Ashley’s boyfriend got free tickets to from his dad. It’s getting a little out of hand.

“Man, YN.” Said boyfriend is looking down at you, unable to control his laughter. You’re used to it...as is he. The way the story goes is that Ash picked Ryan up one New Year’s Eve (sophomore year, the other of them usually chimes in when the story’s being told) and he’s stuck around ever since. He’s well versed in the duck and cover strategy of Auston Matthews avoidance. “I always knew you were a weirdo, but this is taking the cake.”

You shoot Ryan a grin from behind the large Molson-labelled ice bucket. “Cheers, Ry.”

Ryan grins back but it’s his brother, standing next to him that has the real grin. “Grab us a few beers while you’re down there, will you?”

“Uhh, sorry.” The voice comes from your other side and you look over to see the beer guy giving you a look. “No.”

“Sorry Jord,” You shrug apologetically to Ryan’s brother. “Caught in the act.” And then you turn your attention back to the beer guy. “Ok, but about those beers now?” Because you’re going to need them. “What’s the maximum number the four of us can get at one time?”

“Two per ID.” The beer guy is giving you a very concerned look but he’s not going to have to be the one hearing whispers of his ex’s name all game long, so you’re pretty sure it’s a valid question.

Ignoring the snickers of Ryan and Jordan behind you, you confidently (or as confidently as you can while still squatting behind a beer cart) ask, “8 beers please.”

“Hey!” Ashley protests.

“Fine.” You amend, looking at the selection in front of you as best you can. “7 beers and 1 seltzer?”

“Better!” She nods; her distaste for beer is pretty well known.

By the time you settle up with the beer guy, the crowd in front of you has thinned, which from past experiences is a pretty good indication that Auston has at least moved away from the area. But just to be certain, you poke your head around the corner of the stand first, and only once you deem it safe, do you stand up, your two beers in hand.

“Let’s go find our seats!” You grin cheerfully.

“We’re just...not going to talk about that?” Jordan looks between you, Ryan, and Ashley. “That thing where you two just spent ten minutes hiding behind a beer cart?”

“Don’t ask.” Ryan shakes his head quickly.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” Ashley explains it away, eyes narrowed.

“Cool!” Jordan nods. “Yep, that explains everything, guys. Welp, we’ve got great seats, so we may as well go take them before YN can’t walk down the steps.”

“Huh?” You ask, pulling the beer down from your mouth. It’s halfway empty. “Are we leaving?”

Ryan laughs. “Make moves, YN!”

You follow Ryan and Jordan, chatting with Ash casually about plans for later, and so you’re completely surprised as the boys stop abruptly. “Uhh, YN?”

“What’s up?”

“I really didn’t know.” Ryan says, and he sounds so apologetic so you press your head forward to peek between him and Jordan and oh.

They’ve stopped right at your row, which is mostly full since the game’s just about to start. There’s four open seats, the last four in the row, but right next to those open four is a group of Toronto Maple Leafs, including one Auston Matthews.

Of fucking course.

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Zurich 2016

This might be the best chocolate you’ve ever had.

When you express the thought to Lina, your roommate during this semester abroad to Switzerland, shelaughs. “You’ve said that about every chocolate store you’ve been to!”

“Well, I really mean it this time!” You stick your tongue out jokingly at her and re-enter the store to buy some more.

It’s the middle of the day, mid-week, so it’s fairly empty as you make your way down an aisle and pick up a few things to snack on later. You even throw an extra bar of the one Lina had mentioned as her favorite, despite her teasing, because you know she’ll enjoy it later, and you’re so lost in thought over the choices in front of you that you completely miss the fact that there’s someone walking in the same aisle as you until you walk right into him.

“Ooof!” You manage as the two of you collide and he manages to steady the two of you, avoiding a fall. “Sorry!”

“English!” He gasps excitedly, which is...definitely not the response you were expecting to that.

“Um, yes?”

His dark eyes are absolutely shining as he beams down at you. “Oh, I’ve been dying to meet another one!”

And this is getting a little sketch. You take a large step backwards. “Um, great! That’s-”

“No wait!” In front of you, the smile turns to panic and your skepticism turns to confusion. “That wasn’t-I didn’t; let me explain.” Before you can say a word, he continues. “I’m here playing hockey and nobody speaks English, they all speak German. It’s just really exciting meeting another American!”

You eyeball him for a minute, trying to peel back your skepticism. It must be hard to be in another country, basically alone, where your people don’t speak the same language. Hell, you were having a hard enough time with some of your classes where they were speaking the same language, just with very thick accents. And you did have other people who spoke the language- Lina and her friends had been so welcoming and friendly...

You can feel the look fall off your face as it morphs into more of a smile. “Well here I am then! YN at your service”

He grins. “Hey YN, I’m Auston.”

[hazem4y]

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Summary:  Delilah, a girl whom grew up around crime , has an unlikely run-through with the infamous Belgian reporter, Tintin. Being assigned to lead him astray from her bosses drug cartel, she ponders everything she's grown around; wondering if she can break free from her filthy past and her unsavoury 'habits.'

Featuring greasy, gelled-up mafia bosses and the small, quaint Italian coast/countryside, this book has everything a stereotypical Mafia book has, with some classic elements from Hérge's 'Tintin!'

Warnings: Mild drug references (Opiates,) Gun reference in like, one sentence. 

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"Increased use of Opiates in Belgium concerns citizens!"

The recent spike of opium usage has concerned locals as the increase of drug usage had been theorised to link to the increase of crime. Authorities say it may be due to an unknown criminal organisation, which has thought to be terrorising citizens and forcing authorities to enforce curfew rules, which in turn has enraged regulars of Belgium night life, and caused major profit cuts to clubs, bars and other places frequented at night.

"These damn curfew rules are costing me euros, and making me lose valuable customers!" Says local bar-owner, Hugo.

Other night-life goers have commented on their evident dislike of the curfew, although many elderly citizens have been thankful for the new rules; as it ensures the 'safety of each and every citizen from this awful drug craze.' Quotes Police-man, Thompson. (Which is not to be confused with his relative, Thomson.)

So far, the said organisation leaders have not been caught, nor identified, and Police investigations have failed to gather a lead on the case. Reporter, Tintin, famous for finding Red Rackham's Treasure and busting Salaad's drug cartel, has made no comment on the current situation, and has yet to reach out for further investigation.

...

"An increase in Opiate usage linked to crime? What an Interesting coincidence, isn't it?" The White, wiry-haired mutt yapped in reply, as the Ginger-haired boy pondered the article; Hand on his chin, his eyebrows knitted together causing his forehead to crease,

The young reporter thought for awhile longer, until he made a connection to prior events, re-animating his frown in a cartoon-esque manner, "Why, It's- just like when we busted...Allan and his goons!"

A cup of bitter-sweet tea on a weekend shopping trip with the familiar chill of Brussels wind was quite a juxtaposition to the rush of travelling countries for the next story. Even though they satisfied the boys wanderlust, Tintin enjoyed the quiet interludes from his adventures. But, once more, it had to be interrupted by some interloper.

"I guess our little break will have to be cut short! So soon too..."

...

"It seems our little 'scheme' has made its way into the papers..." A tall, buff figure sitting at the head of the table declared. The scars on his face were highlighted under the fluorine lights as well as the unsightly manner his face was scrunched in; his expression emitting his enraged state.

"Do you realise what this means?" He paused, abruptly throwing himself off his chair, jabbing a calloused finger into the page, "This means that nosy reporter and his friends will interfere quite soon..."

'Find him, befriend him, kill him-Whatever you need to do! Just bring him to us, dead or alive...Then maybe, we could do something about your past.'

...

Delilah stretched her limbs, letting out a long-winded yawn as her gaze stayed fixed on the ginger-haired figure; his eyes fixed on the Sunday paper in his hands, "Nothin' so far..." She muttered, the tapping of her pencil on her note-pad filled with words acting like a white-noise along with the regular chatter that filled the room.

With no means of entertainment, (Although Delilah enjoyed people-watching, sometimes her patience ran thin.) she skimmed through her pages of notes, which recorded any important information.

"Alright boy, I think it's time we head to the market. Maybe we'll see the Thom(p)sons like last time!"

Welp, that was her cue.

Judging by the hefty crowd walking around the cobbled streets, it was the perfect time to make her escape. She threw on a well-loved hat and coat, and slung a leather messenger bag on her shoulder, before slipping away; her body clad in well-worn items, her beige-hued Trench-coat and a patterned Paperboy hat inconspicuous against the males pushing her against the flow of the crowd.

...

Every so often, every Sunday morning, the town square's grey-coloured cobble is filled up with the colourful hues of the shopkeep's canopy tents; the square being filled with various people, the familiar banter of negotiation, and smells of fresh produce and food. Somewhere in the throng of coats and hats, (that protected the wearers from the frigid weather.) the infamous reporter stood, examining a shopkeep's repertoire of Bric-a-Brac,

"The markets sure are busier than usual!" His voice raised slightly over the blaring chatter. 'Twas like nobody knew of personal space; Each man arm to arm, shunning the impatient who shoved the bodies aside. As boot-clad feet came in contact with the stone, the white canine beside Tintin let out a yelp; as a foot trampled on his stubby tail.

The perpetrators eyes were wide in offence, mouth open ready to sling curses at the sound, "W-why you bone-headed nimrod, watch where you're-"

With all the ruckus happening near-by, the quiff-haired boy turned around, expression melded into one of pleasant surprise, "Captain!"

The boy's voice seemed to catch the individuals attention, prompting them to turn around, "Aye-Tintin?! Pleasant surprise seeing you, lad! 'Specially here-I mean, I never see you doing any sort of leisure!"

"Actually..." He paused. Nothing good would come of a crowd like this, "I-just decided to enjoy such leisure time! By doing some...'Sunday shopping.'" He winked, his hand slipping out of his coat pocket to hand the captain a slightly crinkled and haphazardly torn article.

The captain let out a long 'Oh' as he shoved the paper back into his pocket, picking up their 'casual' conversation, "Well, I hope you find something interesting-There's a lot of ol' treasures 'round these parts y'know."

"I hope I do too! I wonder if we'll run into Thompson and Thomson..." A smug smirk crept on his face as they continued to converse in their 'secret language.' Time seemed to lose track of itself as the duo slung words towards each other-

Actually, is seemed as if the entire market halted action; Silence rolling across the crowd.

A shrill, blood-curdling scream. Hang on, A scream?

The extreme vocal strain seemed to trigger the crowd into a panic, the hushed chatter and shifting eyes of the crowd attempting to stay alert of danger.

The reporter attempted to stand on the tip of his toes to gain leverage over his height, but the crowd smothered any chance for a look of the conflict, "Do you have any clue what's going on? I can't see-"

He squinted as he leaned on the gentlemen next to him, earning some unsavoury looks, "Hang on I-Thundering Typhoons!"

As convenient as it was, the crowd sort of parted a second, it seems as if everyone wanted to watch the conflict; and nobody was going to help?

This time the dispute was clear to Tintin, causing great discomfort and anger to surge through his tiny frame.

The male, his appearance displaying outwardly his feelings of anger, began to dash towards the trouble, his person a blur "Take care of Snowy and watch for my whereabouts," He ceased for a second, chucking a handgun that was previously concealed in his pocket to Captain Haddock's general direction, "And take this-!"

...

Author's Section.

Hello !! Welcome to the First chapter of my story !! This took me awhile to write, as I was working out the best format so that your experience will flow well. I wanted the transitions from chapter and scene to be as smooth as a fountain pen on paper, so I hope you all enjoy.

As the synopsis says, this story will include elements from every stereotypical mafia movie, plus classic elements from Hèrge's ' Tintin.'

I'm not going to spill much but there will also might be a little bit of romantic elements. Nothing that distracts from the wonderful plot, of course, that would make me a terrible writer, but just some wholesome stuff. (We will not be sinning, because I am not defiling my childhood-)

Anyhow, I hope you stay with me and this series !! (And I hope I can finish it too...)

Be warned, quality goes down from here...I feel like I did terrible on the other chapters but that's just me...

I also might change the story name too, I’m taking recommendations as well! I don’t know what to name it...

Much love,

-Hayleigh

[kweebtrash]

Gay Bars and Stripper Poles

Features: Johnny on a stripper pole, making out, grinding, nipple sucking,getting pressed against a wall, groping

[9:12pm]

"Wait so, Ten is here?" Johnny asked.

"Yeah, he's one of the performers for amateur night. He's super fish." I said as we stood in line to get into the gay bar. Quinn was on my other side clutching onto my arm as it was a bit brisk and they were hell bent on stealing what little warmth I had.

"Fish? ...what?"

"Fish. Fishy. It means that he looks really feminine in drag. He's a bit unclockable."

"Un-? Can you speak english? Please?"

I sighed. "Why are you so straight? Live a little tonight please." Little did I know I was going to regret ever saying that.

"Hey at least I'm here, aren't I? I've never been to a gay bar in my life. This is new." He said and shoved his hands in his pockets, looking around nervously.

Jaehyun snubbed out his black & mild into the brick of the building. "So...like what should I do if one hits on me?"

"ONE HITS ON YOU?" Quinn exclaimed. "Jae, were people not objects."

"No, I didn't mean it like that!"

"Dumbass. If a dude hits on you just turn them down like any other person. And if they don't quit just come get me." I rolled my eyes and moved up in the line, getting my id out. "Literally just chill. It's gonna be fun. Ten will be happy to see you."

They both grumbled and followed Quinn and I inside. We got our wristbands and paid our entrance fee, stepping into the club fully. Before I could even say anything Jae and Johnny went over to the bar, leaving Quinn and I by ourselves. "Do you want to try and dance? Today they at least have decent music instead of the bubblegum pop mix."

"You know I don't dance much but I'll follow you. Why did we bring these straight idiots with us?"

"Because they're cute and dumb and we like fucking them. Also I need to educate them so they're not as fucking stupid and full of this toxic masculinity. Like why is it that hard to be open without thinking that you're weak?"

"I mean, they're screwing us so I guess that's a step in the right direction?" Quinn offered.

I winced. "They don't acknowledge our genders or the fact that were really queer…"

"Listen, no one does. It's the bullshit we have to deal with every day of our lives."

"Hey it could be worse, you could be a queer non-binary person of color, ayyyyyyy." I gave them finger guns and they punched my shoulder lightly.

"Oh my god, shut up." They laughed. "I mean it's true but shut up."

I dragged them over to the dance floor then, keeping to a small corner and away from the rush of the crowd. We swayed to the music just a bit but spent most of the time talking about the stupid men we pocketed into our beds. Over a half hour had passed and neither Johnny or Jae had returned. We were starting to get worried and retreated towards the bar area spotting them surrounded by a couple of thirsty little twinks. Their perception of having guys hit on them seemed to have changed when they realized they could get drinks out of the flirtatious men.

"Oh my god." Quinn said. "Are they really-"

"Yep." I shook my head in disbelief as Johnny flirted and leaned into the boy closest to him, all smiles and casual touches. "These fucking idiots found out that thirsty sluts will buy them drinks if they baited them enough. Meanwhile, they haven't bought us anything and were the ones they actually fuck."

"This is homophobic."

"Absolutely." I pushed a few boys out the way and went over to Johnny.

"Excuse me, honey. You can leave." One of his "suitors" tried to interject. I scoffed and tossed my hair over my shoulder.

"That's funny, sweetie," I said bitterly. "Try me." I grabbed onto Johnny's shirt and pulled him to me, covering him in a rushed and heated kiss. He instantly grabbed my ass and smirked into my lips, digging his tongue into my mouth. My fingers crawled into his hair, tugging at the strands by the nape of his neck. I heard scoffs of disgust from the surrounding men and added a little leg pop for emphasis that Johnny was so not interested.

He parted from me and swiped his thumb across his bottom lip. "You're fucking hot when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous. You're baiting them, idiot. Also are you already drunk?"

"Pppfftttttt….no." He giggled.

"How much did you have?"

Johnny turned to Jae and hit his chest. "Bro, how much did we have?"

"Uh like we got 3 shots each...uh…" Jae eyes drifted to the left, squinting a bit as he thought. "Oh we had like 2 mixed drinks, I had- a what was that thing called?"

"A martini thingy!"

"Yeah, yeah, bro! That! Anyway, it's fucking great! I want boys to buy me more drinks!!"

"Yeah, well us too!" Quinn pouted. "Were you going to ask us if we wanted anything?"

Johnny waved them off. "Go buy your own stuff! We're about to play pool!" He put his arm around Jae's shoulder and veered him towards the pool tables that were near the walls.

I set my elbow on the bar and propped my chin in my hand. "Welp...guess we better start doing shots." I concluded.

"When in doubt, drink to forget." Quinn hopped into a bar stool and waved down the bartender.

It didn't take long for me to start feeling a little buzzed, thank god. Quinn had turned into a giggled and handsy mess and I let them have their fun touching my ass and giving me plenty of kisses. Just as we were in the beginnings of a make out session I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Ooh Ten!" I squealed as I turned to see him all glammed up. He really did look beautiful. His lithe body was made for skimpy outfits that showcased his dance moves and splits. His makeup was a glittery and seductive explosion, highlighted to the gods and blended to perfection.

He flipped his long wig over his shoulder and gave me a kiss. "I'm so happy you guys came! I'm kinda nervous."

"What for?!" Quinn hiccuped. "You're literally the best dancer ever and a giant slut! You're gonna do great!"

Ten laughed. "Thank you. I'm hoping I do well enough. I need some tips. I'm broke as fuck."

"Well you can definitely take a few from my tits." I joked.

"Duh, I'm always ready to have my face in your tits. But not in drag. My balls are so far up my ass I feel like my circulation is gonna be cut off."

"Have fun ripping that duct tape off." Quinn said before tossing back another shot.

"Eh, I don't mind the pain." Ten smirked. I nudged him playfully and motioned towards the bartender to get me another ale. "Anyway, who did you come with?"

"Johnny and Jae. They found out that desperate sluts will buy them drinks." I rolled my eyes.

"I mean, don't they already know that with you two?" Ten smirked.

"Hell no! We're the ones that they should be getting drinks for!" Quinn yelled and swayed a bit. "It's a damn crime. They haven't bought us anything."

"Well then ask them! Where the hell are they anyway?!" Ten scanned the dance floor quickly while I took a long sip of my ale and closed out my tab. "Ohhh my gooodddd." Ten gripped my shoulder and whipped me around in the stool roughly.

When I looked up I spit out my ale, sending myself in a coughing fit. Johnny was no longer at the pool table and instead he was climbed on top on one of the stripper poles that were placed on either side of the dance floor. Jae was on the other, the both of them surrounded by a swarm of men and a few girls, who were eager to give them singles. Johnny grabbed onto the pole and did a little twirl before jumping up to wrap his legs around it.

"Ooh daddy!!" Ten said excitedly as he clapped his hands.

"Holy fuck what is he doing?!" I screamed.

"What is Jae doing?!" Quinn questioned as well.

I looked over at the other pole to see Jae already doing body rolls as wandering hands crawled up his long legs.

"Listen, this may be my only chance to fuck Johnny so i'm about to take it!" Ten said

"Excuse me! Don't you dare! He's mi-" I didn't even get to finish as my attention drifted back to Johnny who had his tongue sticking out as he shimmied his hips and teased the crowd by raising his shirt to show off his abs. A stray hand also slid up his legs and tucked a dollar into the waistband of his underwear that just peeked above his jeans. I wanted to look away as it was equal parts embarrassing but also a bit sexy. What an absolute fucking idiot.

Ten waved me away and made a beeline for Johnny. I groaned and grabbed onto Quinn's hand, dragging them out of the seat. "Eri!! You're going too fast and my head is spinning!!"

"We need to get these idiots off these poles!"

"What's the big deaaalll! It's kinda hot actually. You can't tell me that Johnny shaking his ass isn't hot!"

My cheeks flared up and my mouth snapped shut. I didn't really know how to respond, especially because his cute little peach butt was my favorite. "W-well I...I mean...they just shouldn't be on there!"

"Why not? You and Ten get on the pole all the time. I've seen you flash plenty of people when you wore those mini skirts."

"Quinn!!" I whined. "That's not the point right now!"

"You're being a jelly baby." They stated flatly and crossed their arms

"I am not!! Oh my god, fine. You know what, fine. I'll leave him up there to-" Johnny was now bending backwards from the pole, mouth wide open to accept a jello shot from a glitter covered go go boy. He bounced back up as he chewed and rolled his hips, a huge dopey smile on his face. Ten had joined him on the pole, dragging his clawed hand up Johnny's torso and cupping his face. Ten had always wanted Johnny and seeing him act like this much of a fool had him thinking he could get away with trying to seduce him. I pouted just a bit as Johnny leaned into Ten, teasing him by getting close to his lips before pulling away. Ten was all over Johnny then, encouraging him to grind on the pole (and him).

I rolled my eyes and went to tell Quinn that I was going outside for a smoke but they had already run off to the pole Jaehyun was on. He had taken off his shirt and was spinning it above his head like damn helicopter blades. If this was them after a few shots and drinks I'd hate to see how they acted when they were about to be black out drunk. I maneuvered through the crowd and managed to get to the back door that lead out to the patio. A few people were scattered about, smoking, but it was definitely quieter out here. I descended the stairs and crunched over the gravel to the darkest corner beneath them. Most of the shadow from the stairs covered me and I relished in the fact that no one would probably notice me here. I took a cigarette from the carton in my small purse and lit it, inhaling deeply and closing my eyes.

My peacefulness was shattered a few moments later when I heard his booming voice. "There you are!" He laughed. "I was looking for you!"

I opened my eyes to see him sweat drenched with dollar bills sticking to his stomach and out of his underwear. He lifted the bottom of his shirt and wiped his forehead and neck. I plucked off one of the dollar bills as I exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Well Magic Mike, did you have fun?"

"Hell yeah! I didn't think I would get money and free drinks!This place is awesome!" He pulled off the singles and tucked them into the pocket of his jeans.

"Did you make out with Ten?"

"Ah, no. I'm not drunk enough for that. Definitely don't think I ever will be." He got closer and pressed his hand to the wall above me. "Why? Did you not want me too?"

"Oh no," I shrugged and tapped out my ashes. "I was just waiting to hear about your bisexual awakening. Those are always fun. And we could've had a nice threesome."

His smile disappeared almost instantly. "That's not funny, Eri. You know I don't share."

"You're such a dumbass." I took another drag and held it in for a bit. "Go pull your singles out and see if you can make yourself useful and buy me a drink."

"Why are you being bitchy? You still jealous I had all those guys all over me?" He leaned in closer and I exhaled the smoke in his face, making him scrunch his nose.

"Hardly, Mikey. I'd just like to be a little drunker than I am right now."

"What if I gave you a private show? Hmm?"

"Ooohh so now you're wanting to grind up on me? Well alright. Just let me start playing Pony and we'll cut to the chase." I quipped sarcastically.

He pressed himself against me, grabbing onto my hips and moving me with him. "If you're horny let's do it, ride it, my pony-" He sang and I burst into a fit of laughter.

"Johnny stop! Oh my god!!"I tried pushing him away but he put my arms around his shoulders. "You're such a dork!"

"My saddles, waiting, come on and jump on it." On the last few words his hands went back down to my ass and he lifted me onto his hips, pressing me between the wall and his body. I swallowed hard and noticed the plotting smirk on his lips.

"What are you doing?" I whispered. "Someone's gonna see us!"

"Let them." He took the cigarette from my fingers and took a long drag. He lowered his lips to mine and I parted them letting him shotgun the smoke into my mouth. "You look really hot tonight by the way."

I blushed slightly at the compliment. "T-thanks. You wanna put me down now?"

"Hell no." He crashed his lips against mine, giving me barely a second to react before his tongue was diving against mine. I kept myself steady around him as he dropped the cigarette and crushed it into the gravel. That freed up his hands to rubs my sides and travel up to my chest, groping roughly as he went. I whimpered against his tongue, arching my back into his touches which never stopped. He worked my shirt up above my chest which I tried to shove back down instantly.

"Johnny! I told you someone's gonna see us!"

"Bruh, we've had sex in bumper cars before. What does this matter?"

"We were completely in the dark and not surrounded by people! Besides...it's just like a thing here. If you're straight presenting it usually doesn't go well."

"I don't know what that means but you're fucking gorgeous and I'm a little drunk and I really want to fuck you, babe." He groaned and dove to lay bites beneath my jaw.

He knew that was one of my weak spots and continued to tease it. His large hand cupped my bare breast, rubbing his thumb over my nipple. I pressed my lips together, trying not to moan at the attention but it was proving to be a bit difficult. With our heats flush against each other he started grinding into me, slowly at first but building speed little by little. I clenched my thighs around him and fell into his touches against my will. I was always weak against him and his convincing wasn't making anything easier for me. His kisses trailed down my neck to take my nipple in his mouth this time, sucking hungrily and viciously. I clutched onto the back of his head, digging my nails in deep.

"I want this skirt off." He breathed against the wetness he left behind.

"I'm not gonna get naked here! Johnny I swear to God."

"Fuck it, let's go to the car. I need you too damn bad."

[dongsooks]

Best Friends to Lovers - Chen

A/N: Hi @noona-clock T! I couldn’t decide whether or not to do bullet points or a scenario so I’m gonna throw in some blurbs in between the bullets. It’s messy as hell and turned out to be a high school!au, which I’m sorry about, but I hope you like it regardless!

(written by admin Fay)

he’s loud

and annoying

basically just obnoxious

that’s a no-brainer

but he made up for it being the sweetest human being on earth

so kind to everyone, especially those who are more shy

you went to the same school, but didn’t really know each other right away

neither of you were necessarily the ‘popular’ kids

you just had a different group of friends

but at some point they slowly started molding together

and you started talking to him more

and realized how freaking cute he is

“Oh hey (Y/N), we’re going to get pizza after school. You wanna come with us?” Your friend smiled at you, with a hopeful look. You were unsure, you had an essay half way ready and you really wanted to finish it in time.

“Uh, I don’t know...” You explained the situation. Your friend shrugged, it wasn’t unusual for you to be busy and they weren’t going to pressure you. Except that someone else was.

“Oh come on!” A boy, called Jongdae, whined. He sounded funny, and it made you smile. “So what about some stupid essay? It’s not like you can’t finish it later today. Besides, I can promise you this pizza is worth it!”

so obviously you gave in

a cute guy and pizza, is there a better combo?

you two became quite close soon

(apparently Jongdae seals friendships with pizza dates)

and he was just so easy to be around

soon you found yourself spending most of your time with him

you two would be hanging out even if others from your group of friends couldn’t make it, you could always trust each other to be around

he often liked to tease you

about anything he could

you figured he just liked making people flustered

or if he was bored

he’d do pretty much anything to annoy you

to the point where you just had to give him attention

but you had your ways to get back at him

in fact, you were one of the very few people who could make him plead for forgiveness and mercy

on emergency occations, when he needed you to do something but he didn’t have the time to start bickeringand begging

he’d gather the best aegyo he could pull together

and throw it at you

it usually got him whatever he wanted

not only was this guy the most fun person you’ve ever met

he was also hella caring

“Yo it’s Jongdae, we had the spanish vocab test tomorrow right? Which chapter was it from again?”

he texts because he knows you may not remember so he tries to remind you without letting you know he noticed your forgetfulness

if you’ve posted something on your social media on a night out;

“Isn’t it your bedtime soon? Get out of the club granny!”

he was just joking though, and he’d always send something right after to let you know that, like;

“No but seriously, do you need a ride home?”

Your class was about to start, the teacher was going to be there any minute now, and Jongdae was missing. Your eyes switched from your wrist watch to the door and back. The teacher was just about to step into the classroom, but before she could make it all the way through the door a boy pushed his way past her and ran to the back to sit on his seat next to you. The teacher shook her head, but let it slide this time. Even though Jongdae was a handful, he was still hardworking.

“Ah, really Jongdae...” you whined, but still accepted the two cranola bars he had dug out of his pocket and was holding out to you. It wasn’t the first time he had gone to the corner store on his way to school to grab something for you. “Come on, I saw your instagram story,” he muttered, still a little out of breath. “I’ll stop feeding you when you learn to make time for eating breakfast!” Oh yeah, you had in fact posted a quick picture of the pretty sunrise, with a text saying how you’d probably enjoy the morning more if it weren’t for your empty stomach.

you were quite surprised he didn’t date anyone

in your opinion, he was as near to perfect as it can get

but you just figured he wanted to focus on his studies

and somehow you felt a little glad you could get him all to yourself and didn’t have to share him with some stupid girlfriend, who probably wouldn’t even appreciate him enough

when it was time for prom!!!

it was obvious to everyone that you two would go together

and you did

although you told Jongdae if some other girl asked him, he could go with them if he wanted to

“So, you know, if someone else asks you, feel free to say yes. You don’t absolutely have to go with me.” You finished with a shrug, and looked at Jongdae. He rubbed his chin, pretending to think. “Hmm, I would, but then you wouldn’t have anyone else to go with,” he said with a look that was almost pitiful, but you could still see a sparkle in his eyes. Your eyes widened, and you yelled at him, “Yah! I’m perfectly capable of finding another guy to go with! You’re not the only male friend I have!” This just made Jongdae burst into laughter. After he calmed down, he ruffled your hair, and smiled. “Don’t worry silly, I wouldn’t wanna go with anyone else but you!”

He most likely didn’t expect it, but you had heard girls talking about asking him to prom. One day, you were walking down the hallway as you noticed Jongdae was talking with someone. You hid behind a corner, not that you were stalking them, you were just curious and didn’t want to interrupt. You heard the girl laugh at one of Jongdae’s jokes, and then clear her thoat. “So listen, Jongdae, I was actually wondering if you’d wanna go to prom with me?” You felt your heart beat a bit faster as you waited for him to answer. Part of you was somehow ready to be disappointed after hearing him agree to going with her. However; “Ah, sorry, I’m already going with (Y/N). Thanks for asking though, I bet I could set you up with a friend of mine if you want?” You exhaled deeply. Why did you even doubt him? And, now that you thought about it, why were you this relieved Jongdae chose you over someone else? Not that this was a competition, but...

you had fun all thoughout the prom night

you danced with pretty much all your friends

and learned that Jongdae was... a horrible dancer

you had briefly practiced the basic waltz, just to make sure he knew the steps, and he did pretty well

but freestyle dancing however...

luckily as it was Jongdae, he didn’t mind one bit

he knew how to laugh at himself too and made it fun

the night was over too soon

and now it was time the last slow dance

you glanced at Jongdae, unsure

but he held out his hand for you, with a smile on his face

and you took his hand and let him guide you to the dancefloor

you put your hands on his shoulders and he let his rest at your waist

swaying you two from side to side

he stared humming the song

and you found yourself relaxing

even though your bodies weren’t really leaning against each other

it was actually kind of fun

until the couples around you started sucking on each others mouths

You made a disgusted face at Jongdae. “Wanna get out of here?” he suggested, and when you nodded he took your hand once again and lead you away from the crowd, down the hallway and outside into the school yard. You stood there for a while, looking at the sky and making sure both of you had had fun so far. What you hadn’t realized, was that it was quite late, which meant it was getting a bit chilly out side. A gust of wind made goosebumps appear on your skin, and you tried to warm yourself up by wrapping your arms around yourself, cursing for not bringing a jacket. Like that had been his codeword, Jongdae took off his blazer and threw it around your shoulders. Then, he turned you around and pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you. Being this close to him, you couldn’t help but look into his eyes. Unusual to Jongdae, he wasn’t grinning widely. Instead, his eyes were soft and his smile was gentle and his lips were attractive and quite close to you and had they always looked so kissable? Before you even had time to answer to any of those questions you felt Jongdae lean in closer to you and now his lips were on yours, cautious but warm and still. After a few seconds the reality hit you and you pulled away. Your head was so full of questions, but you couldn’t possibly deal with all of them now, so all you could say was; “We should go back inside, they’re probably wondering where we disappeared off to.” Jongdae nodded as you gave him his blazer back.

not gonna lie, you felt a bit weird about it afterwards

and so did Jongdae

it was a bit awkward for a week after that

you didn’t talk as much

if you did it was sort of small talk

after a whole week of that, on Friday you stopped him after school to talk

you explained how you didn’t like how you went from best friends to these awkward acquaintances

he agreed, but seemed a little weird

“Is there something you want to tell me?” you asked him with raised eyebrows. He chuckled, lowering his head. “Isn’t it already pretty obvious, kitten?” You blinked, taken aback my the nickname. But you were too confused by the turn of this situation, and didn’t say anything, so Jongdae sighed. “I guess I’m gonna have to say it since you can’t read signals... I really like you, (Y/N). And, I don’t know, I hoped you’d like me too.” You stared at him, mouth ajar. Your thoughts were dashing left and right, and you couldn’t do anything but stare at Jongdae, who was now starting to uncomfortably change his weight from one foot to another. You were just about to say something, but just then a car honked and Jongdae turned around to look. “Welp, my ride’s here. See you later, yeah?” He walked to the car and opened the door, but before he jumped in, he turned to yell; “You have my number, so think about it and let me know!”

over the weekend you got flashbacks of moments, moments when Jongdae had discreetly but clearly hinted at how he felt about you

on Sunday you realized you couldn’t go back to school with the uncomfortable athmosphere, so you texted him, saying of course you liked him back and that you couldn’t wait to see him again on Monday

the next Monday, you were walking to school

you had a spanish class first

Jongdae was most likely late again

but this time you had made sure you had time to eat breakfast

so he couldn’t have been late because of you, right?

you just about placed your hand on the door handle, when you felt someone grab you by your other hand

you turned around, and it was Jongdae

holding a huge bar of chocolate

out of breath as per usual

you waited for him to calm down, and when he did-

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

he said it so bluntly

and you certainly had not expected it

so you were pretty much speechless

but he waited patiently

(still lowkey panting)

and when you had gathered your thoughts

you realized there was nothing to even think about

so you just wrapped your arms around his neck

and kissed him

safe to say the whole school, if not had they been waiting for it, weren’t surprised when you walked through the hallways to class hand in hand

and Jongdae was proud to show you off

proud to let everyone know you were now only his

[theonetheycallsagey]

Back to the Streets

First time I’m doing this on Tumblr, so here goes nothing. This is a one-shot RWBY fanfic prompt involving both my and @gruntnuker-rwby‘s OCs. This takes place after the Fall of Beacon, as we catch up on Jade Meadows trying to start over with a new life post-Beacon invasion. But, chaos doesn’t stay away for long in the world of Remnant. Enjoy!

JASR belongs to @gruntnuker-rwby

DASH and The Leash belong to me

“The campus and surrounding areas remain inaccesible. Try as they might, the remaining huntsmen and huntresses cannot seem to get a hold of the situation at Beacon Academy.”

Jade sighed as she watched the news through the window of the television store. The on-display TV’s usually played the news, and it felt like every time she passed by, the headline was the same. It was almost as if it was the same rerun for the past couple months, but Jade knew the fact that Beacon’s condition was not improving. Each time she saw the broken campus, it was too easy to close her eyes and recall the times when she called it home. The images of being with her team in the dorm and causing trouble with their friends were all still so vivid in her head. But, she couldn’t focus on that past life right now. She had to go to the store and pick up groceries to make dinner tonight.

Jade adjusted her beanie and kept her head down as she approached The Lanes, a district of downtown Vacuo notorious for gang warfare. It seemed that every gang that called Vacuo home resided there, and fights over turf were regular. With every pair of eyes outside that turned to watch her as she walked by, she could feel her pace quicken. Even as she left The Lanes, she barely slowed down until she reached her destination.

Stood before Jade was a little convenience store located on the corner of Carob and Hickory. Before she walked in, a buzz from her hoodie pocket made her draw out her scroll. On it displayed a message from her friend and former teammate Riley Currant asking Jade to pick up some chips for her. Jade shook her head and smiled at the screen, typing up “We’ll see” as a response before entering the store. 

Upon walking in, she noticed a dark-skinned wolf faunus near the entrance. His short white hair was tucked under a fedora, and he was sporting a black bomber jacket. His attention didn’t shift from the newspaper he was reading, and it seemed he was oblivious to the world surrounding him. Jade took a few minutes to go up and down the aisles, scratching off the items on her shopping list one by one. She even made sure to grab Riley her snacks. Once finished, she went to the register, greeting the small elderly man behind it with a warm smile.

Midway through checking out, Jade noticed two guys come from the back of the store, one with sunglasses on and the other with a bandana covering most of his face. Two more walked through the front entrance, with one standing in front of the doors and the other standing next to the wolf faunus. Before Jade could even react, she felt something cold press against her neck. She froze. Her hands slowly and shakily raised above her head.

“Down,” the scratchy voiced leader Shades said. Lester, the bodyguard that accompanied him prodded Jade’s neck with the gun harder, forcing her to her knees. The one that approached the wolf faunus, named Aries, suddenly sprinted toward him and put a knife around his throat. The wolf didn’t tense up or even look away from his newspaper.

“Now. Give us the money,” Shades said with bat in hand. He feigned a swing in order to scare the cashier enough to start emptying the register. But, all of the thugs were suddenly caught off guard by the sound of light chuckling coming from the faunus.

“This ain’t gonna work,” he said, smiling while putting the paper down. His icy blue eyes glinted in the light, and he showed no signs of fear.

“Quiet, fleabag!” Aries said. “It don’t work that way anymore! You got no power!”

“Just figured I would warn you. What do you think, guy?” he said while motioning to the one guarding the entrance. They all turned to see him bright red in the face, violently trying to grasp for air with a chain wrapped around his throat. A face suddenly peeked from behind him, one that Jade immediately recognized but never thought she’d find here. The familiar brown fox ears and mischievious crimson eyes.

“Auburn?!” Jade exclaimed.

“What?! We got Leash!” Shades said as all of the gang members simultaneously readied their weapons for a fight.

“Miss me, boys?” Auburn said. Shades charged at her, so she rammed the one she had in a choke into him. She then jumped off of his back and nailed Shades with a big punch. Acting quickly, Jade used the distraction as an opportunity to elbow Lester in the knees. He groaned angrily, then aimed at her but before he could fire, Auburn had thrown an entire display of candy bars at him. It knocked him back and forced him to drop the gun, giving Auburn a chance to run at him. She quickly nailed a left jab to his stomach, then a right. He swung wildly, which Auburn easily ducked. She spun around him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and lifted him over her shoulders, suplexing him into the shelves. She stood over him, her body now glowing.

While this was all happening, the wolf smirked and delivered a headbutt to Aries to get him off. He reached into his jacket and slipped on a pair of brass knuckles. When Aries went to retaliate, the wolf nailed him with an uppercut, flooring him in the process. He landed next to the gun, which he scrambled to grab and point at Auburn. Jade saw this and ran toward him, hitting him with a kick to the chin, but not before he fired it twice at Auburn’s back. While she winced slightly, the bullets just bounced off of her. She turned around with fury covering her expression.

“Kinetic armor, bitch!” she said before wrapping her chain whip around his waist. She ran past him and yanked him off his feet and through the front window, sending him crashing to the sidewalk outside. The only one left was Shades who was staggering to his feet. He tried to punch the wolf, but he intercepted it and wrenched his arm backwards to its breaking point. He fell to his knees and looked up at his assailants.

“Did The Lanes miss me? Because I’m back to reclaim what’s mine,” Auburn said while wrapping her chain around her fist. “See, I had to come back. Because scum like you never learn.” She then suddenly rained down a hard right to his temple, then a second, then a third. The last one knocked him out and sent his trademark glasses flying off his face, shattering on impact. Jade couldn’t help but cringe slightly, even though she knew what Auburn’s wrath was capable of.

“That feeling never gets old, Revan,” Auburn said to the wolf before turning and finally facing Jade. Jade smiled softly at her, unsure of how to greet her friend from Beacon. Their teams were close, and after the fall, she wasn’t even confident that she would see them again. It had felt so long since the last time they were together. However, Auburn did her the favor and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Why do you have to do this? You’re making me miss Beacon,” she said, smiling the whole time.

“Glad to see you too, Foxy,” Jade said in response before stepping away. Revan looked at the two with his head tilted in curiosity while dusting off his fedora.

“You know her, boss?” he asked.

“Hell yeah,” Auburn said. “I told you Beacon had some great people.”

“I could tell by the way you fought. Most people just hide in the corner,” he said while handing Jade her bag of groceries. Once she took it, Revan pulled out some lien and tossed it on the counter to the shaken cashier. “On me, don’t worry.” Before Jade could protest, the sound of incoming sirens cut her off.

“Welp, time to go! Mika’s waiting out back,” Auburn said. “Jade, you’re coming with us. We have some catching up to do.” Jade could only nod as she took her food and followed them out the back entrance. Behind the store laid waiting a yellow sportscar with the engine still running. Revan slid across the hood and got into the shotgun position, and Auburn opened the door to the backseat to let her in. As soon as everyone was in, the car sped off, away from all the incoming police cars.

“Picked up a hitchhiker?” said the female driver. She had shouler-length navy blue hair that faded into yellow, and she had yellow markings painted on her face. She was wearing a white and blue hoodie marked by a #00 and had on a pair of cut-up jeans.

“Right, introductions. Guys, this is Jade Meadows. She’s a close friend I made from Beacon. Jade, let me introduce you to the crew. Revan Polaris”

“M’lady,” Revan said on cue while tipping his fedora. Jade rolled her eyes and Auburn knocked the hat off of his head.

“And the driver is Mika Inari.”

“Whaddup, girl?” Mika said. “Where are you going by the way?”

“Could you bring me to the ice rink? I’m meeting a couple of friends.” Mika nodded and Auburn chuckled to herself.

“Guess Riley is up to her usual. What about the rest of the team?”

“Well, Amber, Riley, and I are fine here in Vacuo,” Jade said before trailing off. Auburn turned, now looking a little worried, and waited for her to go on. “But... we lost contact with Sienna. We have no idea where she is.” Auburn clenched her fists hard enough to where her knuckles cracked.

“She’ll be ok,” Auburn said, mainly to reassure herself. Jade nodded in agreement, also trying her best not to think about it.

“What about you guys?” Jade asked in an attempt to change the subject.

“We got split up. When Atlas called back all of their soliders from the other kingdoms, the upper class got paranoid. Dash got called back, so Sapphire went with him. I hope she likes the trophy wife lifestyle. And Solomon is currently in a group tasked with fixing communications in Vale.”

“You know how much Amber misses him?” Jade said.

“Hell, I miss him,” Auburn said back. “I miss all of them. Even Ospreay.”

“Yeah. But at least you have a good crowd here.” Jade’s words prompted Revan to take a bow in his seat, and Mika shot her a thumbs up. “So... is this what you’ve been doing since Beacon? Leash?”

“It’s what I did before Beacon too,” Auburn replied.

“Isn’t The Leash the gang that got charged with arson after the old Arashi warehouse burned down?”

“Yeah, the same Arashi warehouse that got linked to faunus trafficking a few months later,” Revan added.

“Don’t listen to the cops. Don’t listen to the news. We’re different. We only target other criminals,” Auburn said. But Jade crossed her arms, not quite swayed by her words. She had heard a lot about The Leash, and although most of it was just rumors, she knew they were a group shrouded in mystery.

“Why should I believe that?” she asked.

“Because I was its leader!” Auburn said, legitimately shocking Jade. “Well, at least I used to back when it actually existed. After I left for Beacon, the group bascally disbanded. When I came back and tried to get us all back together, I couldn’t get a hold of most of them. The only ones I could get were these two.”

“Those vixens ain’t loyal!” Revan yelled. Jade looked down and processed what Auburn told her. She knew her friend to be loose with authority, taking orders more as suggestions, but she knew Auburn would never be a criminal.

“What made you make The Leash then?” Jade couldn’t help but ask and learn more about Auburn’s past.

“Because there’s a lot of injustice in this world that needs dealing with,” Auburn said. “I remember my first day of school. Little cutie Vulpes was about 6 years old and ready to make friends. What I got instead was kids a few years older than me picking on me for being a faunus. My dad and I watched some boxing movies together, so I decided that it would be best if I used some of those moves.” She was then cut off by Revan and Mika both trying to hold in their laughter.

“Yeah, you guessed it,” she went on. “Got my ass handed to me that day. I ended up getting used to it the teasing at least. Still made some good friends, like Mika. Until one day when we were about 12, and this group of guys stopped us on the street. I was ready for whatever crap they had to say, but they didn’t focus on me. They focused on Mika. They called her a disgrace for hanging out with an animal in public.” She paused again, her emotions boiling over just bringing it up.

“Anger didn’t even begin to describe how I felt. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just swung at one of the guys. Then again, and again, and again, till I made sure he was down. That was the mistake the first time I tried to fight. The guy got up. Wasn’t letting that happen again. From there, I knew I had to get stronger, not for my sake, but for my friends. Eventually, a lot of people that felt the same way, human and faunus alike, joined me.” Jade smiled slightly at Auburn’s sincerity.

“Problem was, The Leash was getting me into a lot of trouble with the law. I didn’t care, but my dad did. So one day, he handed me a little pamphlet for some place called Beacon. To me, it was a place to fight for what was right without worrying about the cops. Sounded like a win-win to me. So the next time I could, I said goodbye to my dad, and got on a plane to Vale.”

“And the rest is history,” Jade said. “That’s very sweet of you Auburn.” Before the sharing could go any further, Mika pulled into the rink’s parking lot.

“We’ll catch up more another time. Tell Riley and Amber I say hey, ok?”

“I will. It was nice meeting you guys,” she said to Mika and Revan, who both flashed her a smile and waved as she exited the car and walked off. She sighed happily before entering the building. One small step toward normalcy.

[sarahsrp]

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Gabe/Seth

who’s older?: Gabe is older and so much wiser. Seth should always listen to him. 

who’s more protective?: I’m gonna say Seth though I don’t think either of them are really that protective of each other. 

what’s their origin?: They probably met during some teacher bonding bs and Gabe was probably rolling his eyes a lot and making smart ass comments under his breath and Seth probably went to tell him to be respectful because you know, Seth is a goody goody and somehow that turned into a friendship. 

what are four words to describe their relationship?: Flawed, casual, convenient, low key

how does each one feel when the other gets into a romantic relationship?: do they get jealous? are they super protective? proud of their friend getting out there?? Normally Gabe would be happy for Seth and I’m sure Seth would feel the same way. But now that Seth has been on dates with a girl Gabe is interested in not so happy and a little jealous. 

list three problems that they’ve encountered in their time together: Brooke Kramer, Nurse Kramer, Brooke the Hot Nurse 

how often do they fight?: They’ve never been in a serious fight before. Just like debates over who’s class is better. But those aren’t real fights. And even though the Brooke thing is causing trouble, they haven’t really fought over it. More like Gabe is avoiding Seth. 

what would their biggest fight be about?: Gabe being a brat over Brooke. 

nicknames/terms of endearment?: They don’t really do the nicknames. Though I do imagine Gabe calling Seth Professor Dork whenever he starts going into nerd mode about books. 

how long will they last?: do they fall out a few months after friendship blooms? do they laugh at their respective grandchildren together while looking over photos from decades ago? Hard to say. I don’t think they’d ever actually stop being friends with one another. Unless one of them moves out of town. Their friendship is kind of one out of convenience. 

how well do they know each other?: Like low-to medium. They know enough about each other to get along and hang out outside of work but they don’t know all the details or tell each other about their hopes and dreams. 

which of the two is more: violent, expressive, affectionate, irritable, intelligent, attractive, kind: Neither of them our violent. They’re both nerds, lbr. But if I had to say, Gabe. Seth - Expressive, Kind. Gabe - Irritable, Attractive. I’d say they tie on affectionate and intelligent.

are there any chances of them n o t staying platonic?: There is a chance as in one day they might not be friends. But they’ll never be more than just platonic. 

how would they react if the other were to die?: Again, I hate this questioned. They’d both be sad and bummed out. Their lives won’t stop though. They’d both move on from the loss. 

what extent would one half of the brotp go for the other?: They’d defend each other but I don’t think either of them would do anything over the top or crazy. 

list headcanons for them based around: a slide, a laptop, winter, coca-cola, braiding hair, shoes, two of your choice: 1. Gabe has definitely messed with Seth’s laptop before. He’s broken into it and probably added silly slides into his presentations just to trip him up. And I can imagine Seth doing the same to Gabe. 2. Gabe is just a dick and he’s definitely given Seth some shaken up coca-cola so that when he opens it up, it explodes all over him. 

Jan/Faye

who’s older?: Jan is older than Faye. 

who’s more protective?: Jan. He won’t admit it but he’s protective over the few people he cares about and Faye falls into that category. Though he knows she can take care of herself. 

what’s their origin?: They naturally came into each other’s lives as the town losers. Faye was a troubled kid, Jan was a troubled kid. They both hung out with the bad crowds. Jan used to sell drugs for a friend of his. They probably met while at a party that Jan crashed to deal at and Faye probably bought some weed from him and they hit it off while making fun of all the suburban rich kids. 

what are four words to describe their relationship?: Easygoing, supportive, sarcastic, loyal 

how does each one feel when the other gets into a romantic relationship?: do they get jealous? are they super protective? proud of their friend getting out there?? Generally speaking, they’re happy for each other. And I do imagine they’re both a little protective. Like I said before, Jan is naturally protective of the ones he cares for. And Faye is probably the same. They probably will punch the person that hurts the other. And while they’re happy for them, they’re both dicks so they make fun of each other at every chance they get. 

list three problems that they’ve encountered in their time together: They’ve never really had problems? They’re pretty laid back in their friendship so they never have a problem. 

how often do they fight?: They never have real fights. Just them being jackasses and teasing each other but they don’t do anything to actually hurt each other so they don’t fight. 

what would their biggest fight be about?: I can’t even really think of something that they’d legitimately fight over.  

nicknames/terms of endearment?: Their terms of endearment are probably like “gold digger” or “Hey, asshole!” They aren’t the type of people that are endearing. 

how long will they last?: do they fall out a few months after friendship blooms? do they laugh at their respective grandchildren together while looking over photos from decades ago? I’d say they’re pretty ride or die. Jan doesn’t have many people in his life so he’s not really willing to just drop a good friend and Faye’s probably the same. And I doubt either of them would ever really get out of town so I can’t see distance ending a friendship. I think they’ll always be casual, easygoing friends. 

how well do they know each other?: Well enough to confide in each other from time to time. They don’t tell each other their deepest, darkest secrets but if they’re in a bind and need help, they aren’t afraid to talk to them or ask for help. 

which of the two is more: violent, expressive, affectionate, irritable, intelligent, attractive, kind: Ha, HA! They’re both violent, irritable and attractive. Neither of them are expressive, affectionate or kind. And Faye is probably the more intelligent of the two. 

are there any chances of them n o t staying platonic?: They fake dated and that’s about as non-platonic they’re gonna get. 

how would they react if the other were to die?: They’d be upset but you know, they’re both cynics and would just be like, welp…that’s life and move on. 

what extent would one half of the brotp go for the other?: They’d definitely start and finish a bar fight for each other. 

list headcanons for them based around: a slide, a laptop, winter, coca-cola, braiding hair, shoes, two of your choice: I imagine back in the day when they first met and Jan was still doing all his illegal activities, they’d hang out after dark with other juvenile delinquents at the local park. Faye and Jan would race down the slides. Loser had to buy the winner a Slurpee. Also, Jan, being the criminal he is, has probably stolen a pair of shoes from the mall for Faye. I mean, it was near Christmas and he knew her ass couldn’t afford and and why should shoes cost that much? So, yea…he might have stolen a pair for her. Or a few pairs…

Lucas/Gabby - they’re sibtp but close enough?

who’s older?: Lucas, obvi. 

who’s more protective?: I’ll say equal. Gabby might mouth off a lot more on his behalf but Lucas doesn’t play when it comes to his sister. The only time he ever stands up to their parents is when it has to do with Gabby. 

what’s their origin?: One day Lucas was playing in the back yard with the nanny, his parents came home and made him put on a shirt that said “Big Brother” and then told him he was having a sister and would need to take care of her. He promised he would and here they are. 

what are four words to describe their relationship?: Caring, playful, familial, protective 

how does each one feel when the other gets into a romantic relationship?: do they get jealous? are they super protective? proud of their friend getting out there?? Honestly, Lucas is happy whenever his sister finds someone that makes her happy. But he’s a little wary too. He’s afraid it’s gonna go bad and his sister will be wrecked and he hates seeing her sad. So, he’s happy but also nervous. And I know Gabby will throw a party the second he gets into a relationship. Especially after all the hell he’s going through thanks to his ex. 

list three problems that they’ve encountered in their time together: Their mom, their dad and their mom and dad’s expectations. Their parents are very critical on everything they do so I think that’s the root cause of all their problems. They’re both always so worried about upsetting their parents and “tarnishing” the family name. Also, throwing it in there because it’s a huge problem but Lucas’s fiancee running out on him on his wedding day and his unwillingness to get over her. 

how often do they fight?: I don’t think they fight all that much. When they were younger and both lived at home they probably had little fights over the bathroom or the last piece of cake. Just sibling things. But they don’t fight much. They’ve always been supportive of each other. 

what would their biggest fight be about?: Either their parents or again, Lucas’s unwillingness to get over his ex. 

nicknames/terms of endearment?: Just the typical “bro” “sis” “dork” “jerk” type things. Nothing cutesy, really. Lucas probably calls her “sissy” sometimes to annoy her. 

how long will they last?: do they fall out a few months after friendship blooms? do they laugh at their respective grandchildren together while looking over photos from decades ago? They’re family so FOREVER!!!!

how well do they know each other?: About as well as anyone could know each other EVEN THOUGH GABBY HASN’T CONFIDED IN HER BROTHER ABOUT HER FEELINGS FOR A CERTAIN LADY!!! But you know, that’s ok. He’ll forgive her because he knows her well enough to know she was just scared. But yea, they’re generally the type of siblings that are also good friends with each other. 

which of the two is more: violent, expressive, affectionate, irritable, intelligent, attractive, kind: Gabby - violent, expressive, irritable, attractive. Lucas - affectionate, intelligent, kind. 

are there any chances of them n o t staying platonic?: Ew. THEY’RE SIBLINGS!!!!

how would they react if the other were to die?: Probably the hardest thing they’d ever go through. A sibling is like a platonic life partner. They’ve been through pretty much everything you’ve been through. It would be devastating for either of them. 

what extent would one half of the brotp go for the other?: To the moon and back, for sure. 

list headcanons for them based around: a slide, a laptop, winter, coca-cola, braiding hair, shoes, two of your choice: Their parents never really let them have too much soda or sugar, not wanting them to get super hyper. So if they got a can of coca-cola, they always had to split it. I imagine they still more or less do this. Not always but if they’re hanging out and one of them opens up a coke, they’ll automatically pour half of it in a glass for the other. Also, Lucas’s parents were kind of not hands on. Lucas watched his sister a lot when they were younger and because Gabby is a girly girl, he learned to do girly things like fair. He mastered braiding hair pretty quickly and would always do a nice french braid for her on the first day of school, year every. 

[dreamcatch22]

Dream Blog: Going to Spain

August 20th, 2016:

Watching Will Smith recite the alphabet on stage stirred up irritation and even hostility among the attendees at DJ Khaled’s party. A mosh pit erupted, and Martin Solveig even played songs by Metallica, Anthrax, and Testament just to stir up more aggression. I saw a grin spread across the DJ’s face once the playlist of 1980s thrash metal blared from the speakers.

DJ Khaled even sneered into his microphone, “Blow off steam, everybody! I wanna play something different besides rap. You are all probably really, really upset and confused about Will Smith’s behavior. It’s OK. As DJ Khaled said earlier, he’s a cool guy. Welp, I want everyone to keep up this mosh pit. I love metal just as much as I love EDM and rap. Let’s keep up the energy and get rid of these bad vibes. By the way, I’m not mad at you for moshing. I just frustrated with Will Smith for his outlandish behavior. That’s why it sounds like I’m scorning of all of you.”

One of the women standing at the outskirts of the mosh pit even screamed at Martin Solveig, “Shut up already! Just shut up and play the damn music. I wanna hear my Metallica music. I wanna hear my Anthrax music. Woo!”

Martin Solveig immediately stopped talking and played more thrash metal. Stinky and I cautiously stepped away from the circle pit, fearing that we would end up having black eyes and broken bones. Martin Solveig briefly laughed maniacally at the circle pit. Everyone’s pace inside this circle pit increased to the point that the party attendees looked like they were all sprinting during the 200m dash at a track meet.

“William, I like rock and roll, but I’m just too gosh-darned scared to be in one of those wrestling pits. The only Metallica song that I really like is the one where they sing about going to never, never land. In that song, they also sing about exiting light and entering night,” said Stinky.

“I’ve been in the most pit. They’re a lot of fun. I’m just not in the mood today. That’s all. In fact, I saw Metallica, Testament, and Anthrax live back in my college days. I can also guarantee you that I was in the mosh pit at their shows,” I attested.

“Wow! I never knew that. Oh, I meant to ask you this earlier, William? Does this rock and roll music really make people crazy?”

“Stinky, don’t be stupid. Rock and roll music doesn’t make people crazy. It’s all about the choices that they make. You shouldn’t blame the musician. These bands are just doing their job. Everyone’s just mad because of how Will Smith was acting earlier. It killed the vibe of this party. Weren’t you listening to what Martin Solveig said earlier? He said that he wanted to everyone to blow off steam just for right now. That’s all he meant.”

“OK, I’ll take your word for it. Hey trampoline, could you please get me another Blue Moon?”

“Stinky, his name is Jeffy. Don’t just call him trampoline.”

“My bad. Sorry, Jeffy, and could you also get my buddy, William, another Blue Moon?”

Jeffy the Trampoline didn’t say a word. He just gave us two more bottles of Blue Moon. The party’s bartender also had a concerned look on his face. He kept looking at the clouds above the stage. From my perspective, Jeffy at least kept looking in that direction. Out of nowhere, fireworks burst above the stage. The mosh pit abruptly stopped, and all of the attendees started clapping, whistling, and cheering.

Another woman, who was standing close to the bar, squealed out of excitement, “Thanks for the fireworks, Martin Solveig! You’re the best DJ ever!”

The fireworks were unusually loud, and they also looked like mushroom cloud explosions. I looked at Jeffy, who appeared as if he had been studying for an exam for the past several hours. The trampoline, then, climbed onto the bar and flew straight toward the apocalyptic fireworks. Jeffy darted away from us as if he was Superman. The crowd watched in awe of Jeffy when he passed over them. 

A middle-aged man cheered, “Go, bartender, go! He’s the best bartender ever!” 

More fireworks burst in front of all of us. Yet, I wasn’t cheering like everyone else because the latest round of fireworks looked more like explosions compared to the previous set of fireworks. An airplane even fell from the sky and crashed into the ocean. To my surprise, everybody kept celebrating as if they were at the circus. I felt a tapping on my right shoulder. I turned around and saw DJ Khaled standing before me. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and I could tell that he was out of breath.

“William! Stinky! We’ve got to go. We’ve got to go now,” panted DJ Khaled.

“DJ Khaled, what’s going on? Are you OK?” I asked.

“William, your high school principal is after us. He somehow survived being thrown off the boat that you were on with him. We have to go to Spain. Another pillar has been retrieved, and it’s safe with your friends. We really have to go now. I don’t have time to explain more about what’s going on.”

DJ Khaled ran away from the bar. Stinky and I followed him to the front entrance of the hotel. A luxurious jet landed where we fought the cyborgs, and we boarded it. DJ Khaled, Stinky and I sat down on a couch near the cockpit. 

DJ Khaled exclaimed, “George! Step on it! We’ve got to get out of here.”

George the Orangutan responded quickly, “DJ Khaled! I’m one of the best pilots in the world. You can count on me. I got William to Seattle safely not too long ago.”

The jet immediately took off at hyper speed just like the Millennium Falcon when it left Tatooine in Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope. Once we were finally flying, an awkward silence fell over us. 

I finally broke it and asked timidly, “So, where are we going, DJ Khaled?”

DJ said calmly, “We are going to Spain. That’s where the pillar currently is.”  

[steddieonthen]

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okay but has anyone written a no upside down au fic where big ol doe eyed Eddie Munson takes his first 'intentionally going for the gay scene' trip to Indy, totally inexperienced and deeply unaware of how attractive he is being hit on from everyone with working eyes until he's saved by--

Steve Harrington?!