#come on SoM hold the line once again you did it with the movies i believe in you

[aroaceleovaldez]

the only good part about Beckendorf most likely not being in s2 of the show is that it means Beckendorf will remain untouched by the show for now. The bad part is Beckendorf being missing kind of majorly fucks up SoM and particularly Tyson's arc but that was gonna be fucked up anyways so. yeah.

[bluesakurablossom]

How would the turtles feel if their S/O poured cold water on them while they slept? They can pour cold water anywhere. On their face, body, or other parts.

Oh this is funny! I actually did something similar not too long ago! It's a bit of a change since they are in the shower when the s/o does this but I hope you still love it! <3

Leonardo: You were getting ready for the day while applying your makeup at the sink and the shower was running beside you, releasing some steam form the curtain. Your boyfriend in blue had stayed over last night and he wanted to freshen up before he had to sneak back home for training. So he asked if he could take a shower which you happily let him you gave him your biggest towels you had in your small apartment. You both were comfortable enough in your relationship to be this intimate to get ready together. You were applying your mascara when the mirror started to steam up making it harder to see. “Babe, you must be cooking yourself in there, you must have the water all the way on hot” “I love my showers hot, helps relaxes the muscles, need that for training for this morning, especially if I am going to perfect my katas” He peeked around the curtain giving you a smile “By the way you are looking beautiful as always this morning” “Why thank you, well its a little too hot babe, can’t see in my mirror”, Wiping away at the steam that keeps returning with another towel you tried to finish applying your lip gloss “I am gonna look like a clown if I can’t see myself right” “I’ll be right out honey, enjoying every second of this” He moaned softly in content “Oh yeah, right down the back, right where I need it!” You rolled your eyes and suddenly got a brilliant idea come to your head and you left the bathroom quietly without him suspecting your absence. You came back in with a plastic bowl filled with cold water and a few ice cubes to make the water extra cold trying to contain your fit of giggles. “Hey babe? How much longer till you are out of the shower?” “Why don’t you come on in here and I will tell you? If you know what I mean” He joked playfully, he could be such a dork at times when he was with you. You giggled as you quietly pulled a small stool closer to the curtain and stepped up top, your head barely peeking over the rod. “Bow chick a wow wow” You laughed at his dorkiness, you got to admit, seeing him not all serious all the time and showed his kid side it was cute. “Okay you convinced me, I will be right in” You held the bowl quietly as you could and you were starting to feel bad that you were doing this to your boyfriend but then again he was making it hard for you to do your makeup and the humidity was going to make it even worse. It was gonna be worth it. You reached over and dumped the bucket on your boyfriend causing him to shriek and you busted out laughing but you lost your footing, trying to grab on to the rod but ended up pulling it down with you, exposing your naked boyfriend, whom had slipped falling with his shell facing up. You were expected to hear a yelling, but instead you were greeted with laughter same as yours. “Oh my god! Leo! I am so sorry!” You were struggling with your laughter as you tried to help him up but you ended up getting sprayed “Move the head, eeekkk I am getting soaked!” You were blocking the water with your arm, but it was no use “Hello?! I am face down in the tub stuck here I can’t! What did you do that for?!” He laughed slipping and sliding to stand up “I was trying to prank you!” You stood up and moved the shower head to move to the wall as you returned your attention back to your boyfriend as he shook his head free from water “What the heck?! What is this Jackass?!” You both ended up laughing as you were able to help him up to his knees and you went to fix the shower rod trying to place it back. “Are you okay?!”, asking in a fit of giggles “I think I bruised a rib” He chuckled as you covered your mouth feeling guilty for what you had done “Oh shit baby! I am sorry! I just wanted to get you back for making it too hot in here! I didn’t think you were gonna slip!” You tried to hold it together but it was a clearly losing fight He pulled the curtain back giving you a playful glare. “You better watch your back, I am gonna getcha you”, He pointed a finger at you making your fear disappear and laughter return to the atmosphere. “If I was you, I would run very fast” You

shrieked and ran out of the bathroom giggling slamming the door behind you. But there was no hiding from him he was gonna find you no matter where you chose to go, he was going to find you and he was going to get his sweet revenge. You mess with the sensei, you are going to get punished. Raphael: You groaned in annoyance, for some reason your best line of skin care was lower in being close to empty than you know it should be. You know you don’t use too much when it came to personal care of your face, you had to think about what could be the reason. You eliminated the cause of the cap being left opened accidentally, any cracks in the bottle, or even making sure it wasn’t a defect. But then something hit you, you realized your stuff always looked shuffled whenever he was over for the night, you start to wonder could it be him using your stuff? You wouldn’t think your man was using your stuff, I mean after all when you would do your face masks, manicures, and foot soaks and offered him one, he would decline saying he was too manly for that stuff. Deciding to investigate you set up your phone in the bathroom out of sight of him and when he was freshening up for the evening before your scheduled movie night, you caught him red handed or should you say green handed. Your boyfriend Raph was in your sink cabinet taking some of your facial treatments and using them himself. “Oh too manly for using my stuff huh?” You giggled as you planned your revenge on him. You invited him over as usual and you actually did notice a difference in your man as he climbed in through your living room window. The facial stuff you used, was meant to remove any darkness, brighten in the skin and make it baby soft and you saw that skin looked brighter in green and there wasn’t much darkness in his cheek bones and jawline. “Hey you”, You kiss his cheek and feel along his jaw “My babe, did you do something different? You are skin is so smooth” “Oh....uh....nah just been trying to take care of myself more, you know, feel good” He blushed a bit in his cheeks trying to play it cool, you played along knowing he was lying through his teeth “Awwwww that’s good babe, but before we do have our movie, please go freshen up, you smell like sweat and protein shakes” You giggled slapping his ass playfully as you went into the kitchen to prepare popcorn “Don’t smell that bad”, He smelt himself giving you a stuck out tongue walking to the bathroom As soon as you heard the water, you waited a few minutes till you knew for sure he was in and you opened the freezer door and grabbed the ice tray. You opened the door quietly trying to not make any noise. You snuck up close to the shower and stood on the rim of the tub, making a little clinking noise in the tray. “Babe? What you doing?” You suddenly dumped the ice over the rod as he shrieked at the top of his lungs ruffling behind the curtain. “Hohyuhoo!” He pulled back the curtain and sure enough he had a whole face covering of your facial treatment as you snickered uncontrollably. “Dude what the hell? Yo dude are you dead?!” “Too manly to use my stuff huh?”, You crossed your arms with a giggle He looked at your guilty and with a nervous chuckle. “Oh.....heh caught me didn’t ya?” “Babe I recorded you snooping through myself the night before” You chuckled shaking your head seeing him blush as red as his bandanna that was once wrapped his head “You tempted me” He mumbled trying to hide his face behind the curtain All you could do was giggle and took a towel off from the sink and wiped some of the facial treatment off from his lips softly and gave him a deep kiss, as he returned it back. “Hey you know all you had to do was ask, I could of gotten you a bottle yourself” You cocked an eyebrow at him “Sorry....” He mumbled again as you giggled “I got to say babe, your face is glowing, it even works for mutant turtles! Your skin looks great! I’m impressed” “I noticed a change right away, that’s good stuff you got!”, He rubbed his cheeks with his hands as you busted out laughing “Told you it was good, hey when

you are done, I will let you use my foot soak, helps with calluses”, You held your leg and rubbed your bare sole “Nahhhhh not that, maybe this, but definitely too manly for a foot soak” He waved it off as he rinsed his face off ���Oh don’t you start that shit again, and this time there is no sneaking through my beauty products to do it!” You laughed as you grabbed the stuff you would need for the foot soak and you looked back behind your shoulder “I love you, by the way aren’t you angry about the ice?” “I should be but not yet your kiss distracted me for a moment, you got me all done my shell but you just wait, I’m gonna get your ass” He gave you a deep playful growl, giving you a shaking fist You giggled and shook your ass playfully sticking out your tongue. “Hey you know what I always say, pay back is a bitch!” Donatello: You were on your boyfriends laptop laying out on his bed watching tik toks while you waited for your nerdy boyfriend to finish working on the garbage truck. He wanted to do some updates that he had been planning on his blue prints for the last few weeks and sure enough it was going to take him longer than you thought. But you knew this was the normal you didn’t mind sometimes, but sometimes it was lonely. While you waited you chilled out in his bed in the wall and used his laptop that was rested in his cubby. You did everything that could pass the time over, looking at photos of you and him he saved in albums, played a few games, and were now on the internet watching tik toks. Some of the videos you have seen you and Donnie have tried before together just for the fun of it and kept the recordings for your own pleasure and giggles. You saw a video of when girlfriends dump ice on their boyfriends in the shower prank and you couldn’t help but laugh seeing the outcomes. It made you reminisce on the time where you had tried to do it on Donnie for getting back at him for eating your pop tarts snack that you had left on his desk while you were doing college course work and when you had left to get a drink. He went in sneaky ninja mode and had swiped it without you knowing it before you came back. When you found your treat missing you yelled out to your sweet tooth boyfriend and he had locked the garage door to avoid your pastry crave rage as he munched away. You had plotted your revenge for weeks trying to think of a way to get him back but he was too smart for you and it made it difficult to catch him off guard. But while watching the video you gotten the idea of trying this prank on him, you got a huge grin growing on your face. This was genius! You prepared a bowl in the kitchen filling it with two trays of ice from the fridge, just as you heard Donnie come out from the garage. You hid from view seeing him covered in grease and oil, on his pants, boots and glasses. He wiping his hands clean with a rag as he went to his room. You peeked around the corner to see he was looking around for you seeing your spot where you laid disturbed. “Princess? Princess? Oh I am sure she just went with Mikey out skateboarding” He grabbed a few things before he left heading to the lair bathroom where the brothers shared. He had shut the door and you giggled like an evil scientist as you took the bowl giggling to yourself. “Shall we test to see how cold a cold blooded reptile gets? Your wish is my command master!” You dramatically laughed deeply You quietly opened the door, even with you being quiet you still managed to startle him making him squeak out loud, seeing his tall shadow behind the curtain. “It’s okay honeybun, it’s just me, just need to grab something really quick” “Oh you scared me babe, thought it was going to be Mikey, he has been pranking me all week” You struggled to contain your giggles as you walked closer but you remained composed as you walked closer and closer taking one step at a time “Oh really? What did he do?”, You asked, trying to distract him while you balanced your shaky hands “Well first off he putting chewing gum in my book sticking it shut, he swiped some of my test tubes I had

been using for my experiment while on his skateboard I had to use my drone to get it back, and this is far by the worst one yet, he put hot sauce in my coffee” “Awwwwww my poor baby, Mikey’s pranks should terrible, but you know what a more worse prank could be?” You stood just right in front of the curtain, seeing barely the crown of his bald green head “What could possibly be worse than his pranks?” “This!” You cheered and jumped throwing the water over as you heard it come splashing down on him “What in the freaking heck are you doing babe?! What was that for?!” You giggled to yourself quietly doubling over on your knees as you heard the curtain rustle and you looked up to your boyfriend with a surprised look on his face that quickly turned into a laugh. His glasses were fogging up from the steam “What was that for?! What did I do to you?” “Think back genius! My poptarts!” You laughed uncontrollably clapping your hands together “But yeah I was only doing that cause you ate mine hiding on top of the fridge! Told you those were for emergencies only!” He threw his arm out and some of the water droplets flicked you in the face making you shriek “It was an emergency I was hungry!” You replied in a whiny voice “What in the world?! You left the door open too I was freezing my tooshie off in here!” He motioned his head towards the door as you giggled walking up to him stroking his head “I am sorry pumpkin, but I had to do it”, You pinched his cheek sweetly “Now hurry up we got cuddle time we need to make up!” “The war is on miss! The war is on!” He called out as he went back behind the curtain “Oh I am so scared...I am so scared” You dramatically shook as you walked off holding your arms up innocently with a playful tone He blew a raspberry at you as you left and you blew one back to him as you shut the door giggling, heading to his room ready to finally have him in your arms once more. Michelangelo: You were walking past the bathroom mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you heard the water going and hearing your boyfriend singing in the shower. You stepped closer to the door letting your head touch the door, hearing him louder and you couldn’t help but laugh at his goofy behavior. Even though he wasn’t the best at singing you couldn’t help that it was cute to you for his efforts. And being in a relationship with the prankster of the family, this gave you a perfect opportunity to do another one of your pranks in a never ending war with him. You went to the kitchen and got the biggest bowl you can find and dropped some ice cubes into the water stirring it up with your hand. It was bitter cold but it couldn’t be anymore of a great prank to get him back for when he put itching powder in your sports bra during your workout in the gym. You quietly opened the door and took out your phone and hit the record button, this was going to be a golden globe for sure, you set it on the sink as you snuck up to your boyfriend. Seeing his silhouette from behind the curtain you quietly stood on your tip toes not even aware of your presence as he continued to sing. You reached over and threw the water straight on his head, making him scream like a girl. You busted out laughing falling to the floor as you saw ruffling behind the curtain. “Payback is a bitch sucker!” You yelled laughing “Y/N!!!!! My ass cheeks cold!”, He yelled out You were screaming in laughter doing a victory dance in front of your phone as he peeked behind the curtain. “Babe its freaking cold!”, He looked at you with surprise with teeth chattering slightly “Oh boo hoo you poor baby!”, You giggled “Score one for the girls back home!” “Oh you wanna play this game again? Well if its a game you want its a game you shall get!” He surprised you by running out of the shower naked in all of his glory and started to chase after you. You screamed as he chased you all around the bathroom, slipping and sliding on the wet tile floor. Soon as you turned hard at a sharp corner, Mikey lost control of his grip on the forming puddles and slid into along heading

straight into the wall, smashing right into it. The abruptness of the collision caused the shelf above him to break off one of its hinges and cause the contents of bottles to fall straight onto his head one by one. “Ow! Ow! Ow! OW! OWWWWWW!” Earning a moan of pain as he held his head with his hand. “Oh my god, baby!” You rushed over barely slipping on the floor as you knelt down in front of him, hugging his aching head. “Mikey sugar cake, are you okay?” You looked at him worriedly as he hid his face from yours. “Question is, will you be after this?”, He gave you a sly look. The color drained from your face and before you could run, he grabbed you around the waist throwing you over his shoulder. You punched at his shoulder repeatedly and trying to pry his hand off of you, but there was no getting out of this one. When you saw he was heading towards the shower that was stilling running, you screamed and begged all that you could, but all Mikey could do was just laugh standing underneath the showerhead drenching you head to toe Giving you a good soak he pulled you out from underneath the spray and pressed you up against the shower wall. You moved your wet hair out of your face looking utterly annoyed to see your snickering boyfriend. “Trying to make a clean get away huh angelcakes? You can’t outprank the king!” “I.......hate.......you......I just washed my hair!”, You said, trying to sound mad but clearly your tone was laughing as you started giggling “You love me”, He nuzzled your nose affectionately “I do, but better watch your shell, I am gonna getcha back”, You pointed your finger at his face, but he chuckled sucking on it as you giggled bringing him into a deep passionate wet kiss.

[ranposlittle]

um pleeeease dazai scenario with s/o having a panic attack 🥺🥺🥺

A/N: ((TW: Panic attack, mentions of violence)) Another lengthy scenario! My gosh ahaha but its bcos I really wanted to depict what it feels to have a panic attack accurately so I tried my best to describe it. I also find it fascinating how panic attacks can happen out of the blue. The plot is kinda inspired from my own experience and I tried to make it as fluffy as I can. I hope you enjoy this~ (ㆁωㆁ) I also took some lines from “Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You” by Cigarettes After Sex ehehe

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You plopped down on one of the pillows laying on the floor while the bowl of warm popcorn is snugged tightly in the crook of your arm. It’s movie night and you can finally spend a quiet night together with your boyfriend after you survived one of the most distressful time to occur in Yokohama, your final exams.

“Don’t you mean the war between the ability users that turned people into savages and could’ve destroyed the whole city before your heroic of a boyfriend came swooping in and saved the day?” Dazai asked ever so smugly. He obviously had his hands full as of lately too, that’s why you nearly haven’t seen each other for almost a month.

“Yes, that was stressful too but that still wouldn’t have excused me for not taking the exams. Trust me, our math teacher would’ve killed us twice if he finds out we skipped the tests and we’re still breathing. College is just as deadly, you know?” You retorted and shove a handful of popcorn in your mouth.

Dazai just chuckled and snatched the bowl out of your arm before giving you a quick peck on the lips as if to console you, “Alright, don’t eat it all. The movie hasn’t even started yet.”

You let out a small whine and slumped on your position. You decided to find a comfortable spot as Dazai reached over to feed the CD into the player. He rented a movie before coming over and you set up your entire room to be the coziest it can ever be.

The lights are all turned off and the only light source is the one coming from your TV. There are pillows everywhere and you whipped out your oversized wool blanket for the both of you to share. You snuggled close to him and rested your head on his chest. The movie of the night is a horror-thriller type. You’ve always enjoyed these kind of movies ever since you’re little and Dazai purposely chose this because of that reason. You’ve watched countless of movies like this before so you’re not worried about getting spooked in one bit. Dazai wrapped his arms around you and relaxed his body against yours.

The movie started as one usually does, introducing characters and setting up the plot. This one is about a mysterious serial killer roaming around an otherwise peaceful town. A cliche plot, you thought. Although, its predictability is perfect to rest your mind from all that thinking and just mindlessly enjoy it. Both you and Dazai just sat in silence, watching the TV blankly until it’s time for the first kill.

It’s pretty obvious that that’s what going to happen next but for some reason, you feel a light clutch on your chest. You ignored it. It’s been a while since you’ve watched any movies so maybe you’re just getting anxious with the suspense of it all. You shift on your position as you feel your heart starts to rapidly pulsate against your ribcages almost in sync with the climatic background music from the scene playing in front of you. As a result, your breath started to become shallower and quicker. You don’t understand. The movie isn’t even scaring you one bit, but why is your body reacting this way?

You pulled the blanket closer to your chest and you squeezed it tightly. You kept your eyes on the screen in hopes that the feeling will just go away once the scene is over. You can already tell what’s about to happen and you just have watch it unfold in front of you.

One guy decided to check out the weird noises coming from the dark basement; he didn’t even try to turn on any of the lights thinking that it’s probably just a cat making a fuss. He slowly descended down the stairs as the music picks up its pace even more and it’s starting to flood your head with each grating note. He shrugged his shoulders and started to head back upstairs. The knife-wielding killer emerged from the dark and slowly moved towards him, the music notched a note higher to accompany the suspenseful scene and the pressure on your chest progressively tightened.

Your head started to feel light and heavy at the same time and your surroundings began to warp into a blur. All you can think about is the shrill noise from the TV and the undeniable fact that you can’t breathe. And almost at the same time that the killer plunged his knife into the guy’s stomach, the seams of your mind seemingly broke.

You gasped loudly as your body started to shiver uncontrollably. The sounds emitting from the TV has now reached it’s highest peak as the movie continued and you feel like your head is about to burst from the screeching noises. You wanted to scream but your throat closed up, your lungs are burning and all that you can do is gasp for air erratically as tears runs from your eyes like a waterfall.

Dazai sprung from his position to hold on to your shoulders as you begin to shrivel on the floor. You can feel him shaking you while he calls your name over and over again.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong, huh? What’s wrong?” He palmed the hairs that have fallen on your face to check on your state, “C'mon, baby. Please tell me.”

You can hear the panic over his voice but you can’t stop shaking. You can’t stop the sobs and the flowing of your tears. You feel like your heart is about to stop at any given moment with the speed it’s going right now and your mind is just completely absorbed in the thought that you’re about to die, in which just resulted into more frantic breathing and trembling.

Dazai is, to say the least, shocked to see how this instantaneously took over your whole being. His mind raced as to what might’ve caused this but more importantly, how can he save you from this.

He has seen this before. His line of work made it possible for him to see people in different state of minds. He has witnessed people getting a panic attack even if a few hours have already passed since the actual trauma had happened and even if your attack was unprovoked and there’s no real danger around, he knows that the best course of action is to let you ride this out.

He calmed himself with a sigh and pulled you closer. Hugging you tight enough for you to feel his comforting warmth while still offering you space to breathe. You grabbed the back of his shirt harshly as you continue to violently gulp for air like a fish out of water. He started to stroke your hair gently, letting his shirt get soaked from your tears in the process.

“Shhh,” he cooed at you, “I’m here, baby. It’s okay. You’re perfectly safe in my arms. I got you. Just let it all out.”

Dazai’s gentle reassurance gave you a grasp of safety somehow and you shut your eyes tightly, letting yourself sob loudly on his chest; tears pouring down like never before. With every heave of your breath, you push out the heavy weight pressuring down on your chest.

“That’s it. You’re going to be okay. Just let it go. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, okay, baby? As long as I’m here, you’ll be just fine. Nothing’s going to take you from my side, okay? You’re safe here with me.” Dazai pressed a kiss on the top of your head and rubbed your back. Ever so often, he would squeeze your arm lightly as if to remind you that your reality is here; the one where you’re protected between his arms.

Dazai kept on repeating these assuring words and shushing your quiet cries until the contraction on your chest seems to have been unknotted. Your breathing has now returned to a deeper and calmer one with just the a few instances of quivering sobs. Your eyes are swollen and tired, your throat stings with all the cries ripped from it, and your mind blanked from the sudden trauma.

Dazai pulled up the blanket up to your shoulders that fell off of you when the attack happened. He carefully cupped your face and lifted it, making sure he won’t shock you if you’re still in the state of panic. He sweetly smiled at you when your eyes met his and he rubbed the stain of your tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. Dazai proceeded to pepper your face with small loving kisses and placed a longer one on your swollen lips.

“You’re okay. You did good,” he once again affirmed you and tucked in a loose hair behind your ear.

“Dazai, I… I’m sorry. I don’t know why it happened. This hasn’t happened before and I-”

He kissed you again before you can finish blabbing out an unnecessary apology, “Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? It’s alright.”

“The movie wasn’t scary or anything. I seriously don’t know why it affected me this way,” you explained as you don’t want him to think he can’t bring horror movies anymore in your next movie nights.

Dazai chuckled, “I know. Panic attacks can happen to anyone, in any give time, without an actual trigger or real danger present. Your stress might’ve just increased your risk of having one but that’s about it. I’m just glad I’m here to take care of you when it did hit.”

You’re speechless as you revel on Dazai’s affection. You just smiled at him warmly and hope that it would somehow let him know that you are truly thankful for him. He truly is the heroic boyfriend he boasts to be. You lay your head on that comfortable spot between his neck and shoulder and closed your eyes. You wanted to know what you did to win this jackpot in life but you’ve decided that maybe every once in a while, you just get really lucky.

The movie is still playing faintly on the TV and you peeped on one eye to see that the killer’s been killed by the only character that survived.

“Such a cliche,” you mumbled which made Dazai laughed. He better start looking for a more exciting movie to impress you on your next date. On second thought though, he might just bring over some family friendly comedies for a while.

The credits rolled as you drifted off to sleep. Your body and mind very much exhausted from the whole ordeal, you feel like you can sleep for a whole day. You can softly feel Dazai’s fingers running through your hair and another tender kiss on the crown of your head.

“I love you.”

Those words danced around your fleeting consciousness and you’re not quite sure if you’ve really heard it or you’re already dreaming. Either way, you answered.

“I love you, too.”

[rogers-metaphor]

Lessons In Falling in love: Chapter Eight

Permanent warning/disclaimer:  this will be a story that contains smut, will have cursing, and other themes like these. So, if you’re under the age of 18, please skip this story. Also, everything in this story is completely fictional and not based on real life!!!!!!!! It’s for dramatic and entertainment purposes only.

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read, commented, reblogged, or liked my story. This one is a labor of love and i appreciate every single one of you. All I can say about this chapter is, “a new challenger has entered the game”

previous chapters: One, Two, Three , Four, Five, Six, Seven, 

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Selene and Joe spent most of the week like that. Just enjoying each other’s company. She felt happy and content where she was with Joe. She could never get used to him telling her he loved her. More importantly she felt it. She could feel it when he said it. She could feel it when he’d cook for her, or sing with her, or hold her close. She could feel it down in her chest, and all over her body.  

With finals coming up, meant a lot of studying and hard work. Luckily, Joe understood and tried his best to help her. She was stressed but between the studying, she had Nova to calm her down, make her laugh, comfort her. She never felt alone, especially with Nova dealing with the same thing.

Nova and Selene got through with an insane amount of coffee and red-bull, to  finish final assignments and studying and supportive boyfriends bringing them Pizza and other food. It was all they could ask for.

And Gwil and Joe spent their days hanging out, becoming just as close as their girlfriends. Sometimes they’d leave the girls to themselves and go out for beers or out to a movie. Sometimes they’d be the ones coming home drunk and climbing into bed with their sleeping girlfriends.

Once the time came for her last final there was a sense of calm on the horizon. More time to spend with her friends and Joe. Closer to graduation. Closer to being able to be open about her and Joe. Afraid, it would get strenuous.

With the last final there was one thing in particular Selene wanted to do. Go out, get drunk, and dance. After a lot of persuasion she got Gwil and Nova to say yes, but still fought with Joe to go.

“C’mon.” she pushed, for what seemed like the 100th time that day. She was already ready, her low cut dress looked good and she found Joe’s eyes falling to her chest. “You can mark me up all you want… if you come.” she tries and he chuckles.

“Go out and have fun, I’ll stay here and wait for you. I have some finals to finish grading.” he sighs.

“We haven’t gone anywhere in weeks.” she pouts. “I just wanna go out with you.” she tries and again, he’s stubborn.

She can hear greetings happening in the living room and her eyes shoot toward the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone else, but maybe Gwil and Nova had. She looked back to Joe and pouted again, all he did was kiss her lips, and sit on her bed. “I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Asleep, probably. And I’ll be drunk and disorderly. You won’t be happy.” she groans.

“I love you.” he smirks.

“I love you…” she sighs.

She is met with a surprise when she makes it to the living room. The guy with green eyes from the party is talking to Gwil. Nova is leaving her room and offering Selene a smile.

“You look good.” Nova breathes, “Is he not coming?” she hints toward Joe. “Gwil invited Benjamin, hope you don’t mind.” she sighed, fixing the last bit of her dress before moving toward her man.

Selene shakes her head, “You look good.” she returns Nova’s compliment to her. “Gwil, you’re a very lucky man. I hope you dance, Ben.” she says to Gwil and to Ben. “And I’m a very annoyed woman, so let’s get this show on the road.” she sighs, though she turns back toward her room one more time.

In the car Selene sat with Nova. Ben keeps glancing toward her but doesn’t say much.

“If he looks at me one more time…” Selene says quietly to Nova, “I’m going to fight him.”

“He’s a nice guy. I know he seems like this huge strong tool, but he’s sweet and means no harm. He probably thinks you’re pretty.” Selene glares at her, immediately.

“He’s not even real.” she sighs, “The man looks like a greek god and he’s also scary.” the two girls laugh, and Gwil’s  eyes find them, he squints pondering what they were on about.

“What’s so funny back there?”

“Mind your business.” Selene snaps, with a laugh. Her eyes fall to Ben’s just momentarily before she settles back with Nova. It was going to be a long night.

Many drinks were consumed, and Selene danced like she was finally free. She also was accompanied by a dance partner, Ben. They didn’t get to talk but he made her laugh, his moves were stiff but he seemed to be having fun. The best part was he kept all the men away, without trying really. When Ben wasn’t dancing with Selene he was standing by, and when he was doing that he looked like a bodyguard. He didn’t intimidate Selene really, but he was intimidating. Strong jaw line, piercing green eyes, he was built. Very visibly strong. Handsome. Selene felt a pang of guilt for checking him out, and a wave of missing Joe. She took back the rest of her drink so she could push that all back.

On the way out, she was very drunk. She laughed loudly and spoke in mostly nonsense except to Nova, who understood everything. Ben helped steady her, his strong frame holding her up like a puppet. She held onto him, as if she would die if she didn’t. He didn’t mind, and helped her into the car eventually ending up with her. Nova yelling how she was driving, and Gwil telling her she couldn’t drive drunk. She knew he was right and sat in the passenger seat, claiming she was second in command. Ben and Selene were laughing in the backseat.

Ben helped Selene back up the stairs to her front door, and through. He was staying the night and still held her firmly so she didn’t fall over. Though, Joe greeted them. His eyes immediately falling to Ben’s arm around Selene’s waist.

“Baby!” Selene yelled the moment her eyes focused on Joe, “There’s two of you.” she pointed past him.

“I got it, man.” Joe quickly moved toward Selene holding out his hand for her.

“You sure, mate? She’s not using her legs fully.” Ben smirks, and Joe shoots a glare at him.

“I think I can handle my girlfriend drunk... have before.” Joe retorts.

“I can just get her into bed.” Ben offers a snark grin across his lips. Joe glares again, his lips pressing into a firm hard line. Selene is completely oblivious to what’s going on but she does fall into Joe’s arms.

“Missed you so much.” Selene hums in his ear, her arms wrapping around him. Joe begins to walk toward her room.

“Night Selene.” Ben calls.

“Night Benny.” She coos, as Joe gets her through her doorway. She pounces on Joe the moment he shuts the door, her lips pressing sloppy kisses against his lips, face, and neck. She’s rapidly fumbling to get to his pajama pants but he stops her.

“You’re wasted.” he sighs, and she pouts.

“And I want you, Joey.” she whines, reaching for his t-shirt. “Don’t you want me?” she asks, trying to get his shirt over his head but he huffs firmly holding his arms out so she stops. She pouts again, and he rolls his eyes.

“Let’s get you dressed and into bed.” he says, going toward her drawers and searching for something to get her into.

“Did you miss me?” she asks, “Like at all.”

“You seemed in pretty good hands, out there.” he nods, finding som  ething finally. A T-shirt being pushed into her hands as she furrows her brows, even drunk she caught the passing comment he made.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks.

“C’mere.” he mumbles, reaching for her dress and getting it over her head. She’s still mad, and she moves away from him throwing the t-shirt down.

“Don’t make comments like that if you’re to much of a coward to answer to them.” she snaps. He groans. “Now what’s wrong, Joe?” she asks, a bit of her slurring away at this point.

“Nothing.” he grumbles.

“No.” she snaps again.

“I mean you were all over him.” he sighs, “Do you think I like to see you come back wrapped in his arms? No. It’s not a great feeling, Selene.”

“But I clearly missed you.” she groans, “He was helping me, get to you.”

“What a kind gentleman.” Joe clearly spat sarcasm at her and she rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, Joe.” Are her last words to him.

Silence getting ready for bed, her drunk state fading faster as her anger was building. She didn’t want to fight with him, she was full on ready to jump into bed with him the moment she got home. That mood had gone too. She was just frustrated.

It stuck with her until the next morning, when she woke up and Joe wasn’t there. Her stomach churned like she was going to get sick, but it could have been the alcohol… or a bad feeling. She hoped it wasn’t the latter. She pushed it off, immediately needing coffee and food, but first a shower. She found the shower turning off as she got in front of the door and Nova and Gwil’s room door opened. They weren’t home. Joe had stayed, he was just in the shower. She stood in front of the door, and grew impatient, so she swung it open.

“Look, we need to talk!” she started, then she realized she made a horrible mistake. “Oh my god.” her eyes went wide, and they fell down the sculpted torso in front of her, her face flushing bright crimson as she slapped her hands to her eyes so fast it hurt.

“Expecting someone else, darling?” his deep voice made her body shoot with goosebumps, what she had just witnessed fresh in her mind she quickly dropped her hands but avoided looking toward him.

“Ben- I- I’m so sorry.” she tried to say, though she messed her words up, but bolted toward the kitchen.

She quickly began making coffee as fast as she could and found anything she could eat quickly, her face still burning hot of embarrassment. She laughed to herself trying to brush it off.  Then, there was Ben. Ben wasn’t shy at all, he came right into the kitchen, just a towel wrapped around his waist, grabbed an apple and sauntered past her, knowing he made her blush. Then he disappeared and she drank her coffee against the kitchen counter. Afraid of what she might found if she moved anywhere else in the house.

When she heard footsteps approaching again she smirked, looking up, finding Joe, it faded quickly. He held a coffee in his hands and walked it toward her. The air was thick with tension, though he acted like he was going to brush the whole situation off. He pushed the coffee to her and she sighed taking it anyway, dumbing our her hot cup for the iced drink she loved more.

“Expecting someone else?” he asks, sitting at the small table in front of her.

“Can we not?” she mumbles, looking to him. “I just wanted to have a good time, hangout with you and get drunk. You’re the one that didn’t want to come.”

“So it’s my fault he had his hands all over you.”

“Are you seriously jealous!?” she half-laughs. “I come home, I practically attack you to get your clothes off, and you think I care about any other man?” she groans, he just looks away from her. “You know what? Just go. don’t you have a class or something?” she asks.

“I don’t have class, but I do have something I need to do.” he sighs.

She wanted him to protest, to say he was sorry, stay.

but he didn’t. He brushed by her without so much as a goodbye, let alone a goodbye kiss. She watched until he was gone, and let out a harsh sigh.

The next time she saw Ben, a few minutes after he was fully dressed. She still couldn’t look him in the eye. He was getting ready to leave and she sat on the exact couch he slept on, watching as tied his shoes.

“Men are assholes.” he says quietly. “And I’m sorry if I made your boyfriend jealous.”

“You heard?” she asks, her eyes finding his. Just more embarrassment on top. He chuckled, and nodded. “I’m sorry you had to hear that. You didn’t do anything wrong. You helped me out, he is being an ass… right now.”

“How long have you been with him?” he asks, curious, leaning toward her. His eyes intensely staring at her.

“Almost four months.” she shrugs. His eyebrows raise, and he nods.

“That’s a good amount of time. He should trust you by now.” Selene rolls her eyes and looks toward him.

“He trusts me. I trust him.” she shrugs. “He doesn’t trust you.” Ben smirks but let’s out a short laugh.

“I never try to take what isn’t mine.” he shrugs, standing up. “I will say this much. I want you to be very careful.” though she wants to tell him he’s crazy she takes in his words. “I don’t know the guy, but I know what you deserve. Even if you don’t.” he shrugs, and walks past her. Leaving her skin hot and her thoughts racing.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she asks, quietly watching as he got to the door. His features soften, and he sighs.

“Honestly, I hope you don’t have to find out. I could be reading everything wrong...” Ben says, “I’ll be around if you ever want to talk.” he offers and she nods, “What’s your number?” he asks, and she hesitates but gives it to him. She figures she won’t see him until the next time he and Gwil hangout, so she doesn’t think about it.

Until he texts her later in the night, when she is still overthinking her fight with Joe and her talk with Ben. She’s sitting in bed alone. Afraid that maybe he knew something about Joe she didn’t. Afraid that maybe she was blinded by the love she felt toward Joe, to see what she needed to see. It would eat away at her, until she got some answers.

He came around some time later, puppy dog eyes and apology.

“I’m sorry I was a jealous asshole.” he sighs.

“Great start.” she commends, as he comes closer to her.

“I trust you. I didn’t trust him, but I still shouldn’t have taken that out on you.” he sighs, and she’s already wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I love you.”

“I know you do.” she smirks, and kisses him because she can’t resist. “Just remember I’m with you.” she reminds him. “I’m with you and I love you, and don’t forget that.” he nods, kissing her again.

[drowning-in-dennor]

Miriam’s Song

I’m high, I’m bi and I never have prompt week events on time. At least a week late, this is my entry for day 7 of @dennorweek in the high school AU, and the pairing is nyo!Denmark x Norway. I decided to use the most popular fanon names for the characters here, since the high school AU is one of the most popular AUs. Recommended listening: Miriam’s Song by Terje Formoe (skip to 6:30 for the song) Link: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WoSOubRVdLU

 “So who is it?”

 Mathilde snaps her gaze away from the adjacent table and turns to Allison. “What do you mean, who is it?”

 “I mean, who’s got your fancy? You’ve been staring at that table for the last five minutes.” She points at their classmates one by one. “Violetta Ardelean’s that author girl, the one who really likes writing horror stories. Is it her?”

 “Nah.”

 “You’ve got eyes on my brother?”

 “Why would I like Arthur?”

 “Good point.” Allison takes another bite of her food. “Ooh, is it him?” She points at a white-haired boy scrolling on his cell phone. “Emil Steilsson. I mean, he’s cute and he runs the school’s meme page.”

 She looks at Allison. “Our school has a meme page? I…” Mathilde rolls her eyes. “Never mind. No, it’s not Emil. Guess again.”

 “Well, there are only four people at the table, so it’s got to be the last-” she pauses. “Well, would you look at that. I don’t even know who he is. Good job, Mathilde, you’re going after a guy not even the great Allison Fucking Jones knows about.”

 “Your middle name is Felicity.”

 “Whatever, now who the hell is my best friend crushing on? Is he a gang leader, or a secret celebrity, or what?”

 Trying her best not to throw her lunch at Allison, Mathilde groans. “For heaven’s sake, he’s just Lukas Norsson. You know, the best violinist our school has ever spat out? The most amazing singer you’ve ever heard? The cutest boy in existence?”

 “I thought the first one was Roderich, the second was you and the third… I actually don’t know.” Allison squints at Lukas. “He’s not that cute.”

 “You just have no taste. Also, I can’t sing for shit.”

 Polishing off the last of her lunch and flipping Arthur off from under the table, Allison eyes Lukas again. “So are you going to ask him out?”

 “I wish! He doesn’t even talk to me, even though we’re in the same music class.” She glances at her schedule. “Well, maybe that can change today.”

…

 Julchen slams one hand down on her desk, making her flute rattle. “The end-of-term concert! Oh, crap, I actually forgot about it!”

 “The what now?”

 She pretends to hit Mathilde with her flute, sighing. “The end-of-term concert, stupid. We’re getting paired up to perform stuff, I think.”

 Stealing a glance at Lukas, Mathilde asks, “if we can pick our partners, can I do it with you?”

 At the front of the classroom, the teacher pulls out a jar filled with slips of paper. “The pairings for the concert will be randomly assigned, and the performance piece decided by me.”

 “Shit,” Mathilde swears under her breath..

 The teacher starts picking out names. “Yekaterina Braginskaya and Elina Von Bock.”

 Elina gets up to sit next to Yekaterina, waving in greeting.

 “Serafina Fernandez Carriedo and Lovino Vargas.”

 Lovino groans and lets Sera sit next to him with an “ah, fuck” of defeated acceptance.

 “Julchen Beilschmidt and Sophia Edelstein.”

 “You’re kidding me!” Julchen jumps up from her seat. “Teach, no way am I working with her!”

 The teacher ignores Julchen’s outburst and pulls out the next pair of names. “Lukas Norsson and Mathilde Dansdatter.”

Mathilde falls out of her seat. The words echo in her head, like a record playing on repeat, holy crap she’s performing with Lukas holy crap holy crap holy crap —

 “Is lying face-first on the floor part of your warm-up?”

 And to her horror, Lukas is standing above her with a hand outstretched and quiet amusement in those (really damn dreamy) eyes. “Come on, you didn’t even catch our performance piece before you collapsed.”

 Taking Lukas’ hand (they’re holding hands!), Mathilde sits back down and prays that her face isn’t red. “Uh, so what are we performing?”

 “The teacher took advantage of our being multilingual and gave us a song titled Miriams Sang.”

 “It’s Danish?”

 Lukas gives her a dirty look. “You wish. The lyrics of the song are written in Norwegian, which I trust you can speak?”

 “No, I can’t.” But I’ll learn it for this performance. Hell, I’ll master Norwegian if it means pulling off this duet with you.

 He ignores that and shows her the lyrics to the song on his phone. “Give me your phone number so we can keep in touch while rehearsing,” Lukas says, “and I’ll send you these lyrics, too. Say, are you free today after school?”

 Mathilde nods, typing her phone number into Lukas’s contact list. “We can start rehearsing whenever you want. I’ll book us a practice room and see if we can track down that accompanist of ours.” She risks a glance at him, him and his intense blue eyes and white-gold locks and the way he hums their song and taps his desk along to the beat (ADORABLE.).. “Is that okay with you?”

 “Perfect.” Lukas smiles at her, and she feels herself getting strangely light-headed. “So I’ll see you after school back here in the music room?”

 “Sounds like a plan.”

…

 She slams her head down on her desk and screams into her math textbook. Svea watches, yanking Mathilde’s textbook from under her head and tapping her on the head with it. “You okay?”

 “No, Svea, I’m not okay!” Mathilde almost shrieks. “I just got paired to perform a song from some Norwegian kids’ movie with my crush for the end-of-term fucking concert!”

 Svea raises an eyebrow. “A fucking what?”

 “You know what I mean.” Mathilde stretches her arms out as far forwards as she can, earning a few glares from the person sitting in front of her. “Either I’ve died and gone to heaven, or this is a terrible prank that will be exposed when I stand on stage completely along during the concert and have my heart broken into a billion pieces as Lukas and his friends laugh at me making a fool of myself.”

 “He’s not like that.”

 Mathilde raises her head from the desk. “He’s what?”

 “Lukas doesn’t play pranks on people,” Svea elaborates, “I’d know. I dated him.”

 This time Mathilde actually does shriek, jumping up from her seat and turning every eye in the room on her. “You WHAT!?”

 Her friend rolls her eyes. “It was in eighth grade,” she gripes, “and lasted three weeks. He’s not my type.”

 After waving away everyone else’s stares courtesy of her outburst, Mathilde sits back down and stares Svea right in the eye, trying her best to sound threatening. “He better not be.”

…

 “Det beste du ga meg var din kjærlighet…” she squints at the line. “Is that correct?” And can I actually sing the song instead of reading the lyrics?

 But Lukas shakes his head and taps the piece of score paper with his pencil. “Too harsh,” he says, “say ‘meg’ like ‘my’.”

 She repeats the line, only to have another fault pointed out. “You’re saying ‘kjærlighet’ wrong. Pronounce the ‘kj’ like ‘sh’. And don’t make the ‘t’ stick out too much.”

 “No, no, not like that,” he says after she reads it a third time. “I don’t know why, but the way you’re reading it sounds… wrong. Your pronunciation is really — how do I say this — it’s very Danish.”

 Mathilde resists the urge to crumple up the score and throw it at Lukas’s head. “Maybe that’s because I’m Danish.”

 “Of course you are.” Lukas points at the line. “Now repeat after me. ‘Det beste du ga meg var din kjærlighet’.” He nods at her. “Your turn.”

 “Det beste —”

 “Best-e,” Lukas corrects. “The second syllable should be nice and soft.”

 “Det beste du ga meg var din kjærlighet.” Mathilde sips from her water bottle and looks at her partner. “How was that? Did I get it right?”

 He nods and Mathilde feels a strange sense of pride flooding through her. “You’re doing great.” Someone knocks on the door — the window shows that it’s Sophia and a very disgruntled-looking Julchen. “It looks like our time is up. Shall we meet here the same time tomorrow?”

 She feels like Christmas has arrived early, smiling so widely that her face hurts. “I’ll book us the room tonight.”

…

 Emil turns out to be their accompanist, sitting awkwardly at the piano for half of Mathilde and Lukas’s practice time as Lukas lectures Mathilde on pronunciation. It’s not until there’s barely half an hour left that he clears his throat, gesturing indignantly at the keyboard. “If you two are done arguing about slashed o’s, maybe we can run through the full song once uninterrupted?”

 Mathilde, rather busy observing how amazing Lukas sounds when speaking Norwegian, snaps her gaze to Emil. “Right.”

 Flushing red, Lukas gets to his feet. “Sorry about that, Emil.”

 They almost make it to the end of the song, singing in harmony until they reach the chorus for the last time. Mathilde feels confident as she sings the last line, swaying in time to Emil’s piano playing. “Du lever likevel, som —”

 “That’s not how you say ‘likevel’’.”

 Emil tosses his score onto the ground. “You’re shitting me!”

…

 A week before the concert, and Mathilde and Lukas have yet to have a practice without some little quarrel. Poor Emil has his playing interrupted practically every ten seconds by a little fault — “You’re drawing out the ‘inn’ too long,” Mathilde complains; “Don’t cut off in the middle here,” Lukas says — and, one practice, steps out for a while to get some fresh air.

 Lukas gestures to the door. “Look, even Emil is tired of your shit!”

 “You know fully well that it was your fault he couldn’t stay in the room,” Mathilde snipes back, “seriously, think of the poor guy and how he feels when you interrupt him!”

 “You’re no saint either,” Lukas retorts, “don’t accuse me of doing things you’ve done as well.”

 Mathilde throws her hand up, glaring at Lukas (have his eyes always been this blue?). “You’re impossible! You know, if I didn’t have a big fat crush on you I would’ve gotten the teacher to get me another group ages ago!”

 He slams his hand on the back of his chair. “Exactly! The only reason I’m putting up with this is because I know you’re funny, smart and kind, and I really want to ask you out.”

 “I can’t believe you sometimes!” Her voice starts to falter when she realises that Lukas’s hand has landed on hers. “Do I want to throw this chair at you, or do I want to date you? You tell good jokes, you’re nice to little kids, and you’re cute as hell, but you also have a stick up your ass and complain about everything!” Mathilde trails off. “I said all of that out loud, didn’t I?”

 Taking his hand off hers (she internally screams in protest), Lukas covers his face with both hands. “Did I just compliment you to your face?”

 They look at each other, both of them blushing and flustered. “Do you really want to ask me out?” Mathilde asks.

 He nods, still covering his face.

 “Are you asking me out right now?”

 “Yes,” he mumbles.

 “So we’re dating now?”

 “If you want.”

 Mathilde stares at Lukas in disbelief. “The hell do you mean? Of course I want to go out with you! I meant everything I said, you know.”

 Lukas takes his hands away from his face and looks down, still blushing scarlet (she didn’t know it was possible for someone to be so cute). He reaches to hold her hand again (“YES!” Mathilde shouts internally) and smiles — it’s a wide, genuine smile that sets Mathilde’s heart on fire. “So seven days later, we’ll be performing this song as boyfriend and girlfriend,” he says, “that certainly makes it easier.”

 Before Mathilde can answer, Emil steps back into the room and sits at the piano. “One last go for today,” he announces, “so you two better get along.”

…

 Mathilde bends down to kiss Lukas on the cheek, laughing softly at the sharp elbow to her stomach immediately after. “You nervous?”

 Lukas starts pacing, almost slamming into little Noah and dodging the file tossed from Julchen’s hand. “I’ve been on stage hundreds of times before. Of course I’m not nervous.”

 “This will be your first time performing with your girlfriend, though,” she teases, although she blushes at the word ‘girlfriend’.

 “You sound more nervous than I do.”

 She laughs and fans her face, trying to stop her face from growing even redder. “I’m going to sing a love song with my boyfriend in front of the whole school in a language I barely even speak. Sorry if I get the jitters, honey.”

 “Don’t worry, darling,” Lukas teases back. “We’ll be amazing out there, and Emil will be happy we don’t murder each other on stage.”

 As if on cue, their music teacher beckons to them. “Mathilde and Lukas, you’re up.”

 They take their microphones from the backstage assistant, watch as Emil gives them a thumbs-up from behind the piano and take their places on stage. They bow before the audience as they applauded politely, and Emil plays the introduction.

 Taking a deep breath, Mathilde starts to sing. “Du lot meg komme inn og sette meg ned,” a nod of approval from Lukas shows that she’s singing the lyrics right. “Du eide øyeblikket der jeg glemte tid og sted.” He owns the moment when I forgot time and place, Mathilde thinks, and the moment when I stopped looking at everyone else, too.

 “Når jeg kjenner etter mellom natt og dag,” Lukas continues, swaying in time to the music. “Da føler jeg du er her som et varsomt åndedrag.” He glances at Mathilde and smiles. Of course I feel that you’re here, his gaze seems to say, when you’re right next to me.

 They launch into the chorus with joined hands and ignore the mutters from the audience, singing like they’ve painstakingly rehearsed for the past month. You still live on, like the gentleness in my song.

 The second verse rolls along, and Mathilde starts to relax as she holds up the microphone to her lips again and sings. When I’m alone, I let nobody in, but I can still feel you near like a breeze to my cheek.

 Much is forgotten, but I know one thing — the best thing you gave me was your love. The road has been long since you left so quickly, but you still love on, like the gentleness in my song.

 “Jeg husker deg best når du er tilstede,” When he’s present? Mathilde wonders, he’s always present. That’s a lot to remember, then. “Som et plutselig savn i et streif av glede!”

 For the last time, they sing the chorus, fingers entwined and standing close to each other. Slowly, Mathilde brings Lukas around to face her, smiling as they slowly sing the last line together. “Du lever likevel, som en sårhet i min sang.”

 The audience is quiet for a moment, before they burst into thunderous applause. Mathilde and Lukas raise their joined hands into the air, bowing together and basking in the claps that fill the auditorium. Giddy with joy, Mathilde grabs Lukas by the waist and bends down to kiss him on the lips.

 The applause turns to cheers and whistles, and they pull away to face the audience again with smiles so wide their faces hurt.

 “Thank you!” They shout, before turning to each other and lowering their voices, saying, “and I love you.”

[ellygoesnyooom]

Heyy! I love your writing so much! If it's okay, I would like to see the RFA(+V&Saeran) reacting to MC's stalker ex-boyfriend. Thank youu^^

Sure thing, anon! Enjoy~

TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of past abuse, domestic abuse, violence

Yoosung

You saw him while you were out multiple times. It seemed as if he was always just a little bit back, trailing behind you

At first you didn’t realize that it was him. You just thought you were being paranoid. But, you caught a glimpse of his face as he ducked into an alley while you walked, and then once again in the store you were shopping in.

You and Yoosung decided to go out for dinner, and you spotted him again, sitting a few seats back

You locked eyes with your ex for a split second before you looked away and kicked Yoosung lightly underneath the table

“My ex is here.” You discreetly jerked your head in his direction, and Yoosung nodded, looking a little mad

“I think he has been stalking me, Yoosung. I keep seeing him everywhere I go…” Anger flared in your boyfriend’s eyes as he glared in the direction of your ex

He started to stand up, but your hand fell on top of his, freezing him in place

“Don’t, Yoosung. It’s fine! I may just be paranoid!” You hadn’t expected him to get so worked up over this

“It isn’t fine, MC! He hurt you, and now he is stalking you like some creep? I’m going to make him regret that!” Before you could stop him, he was striding towards your ex

You could only watch as Yoosung stood at his table, arms crossed over his chest. They talked for a moment, gestured with their hands a bit, then Yoosung leaned in close to talk to him. When he came back, your ex looked scared and promptly left without even ordering

“What did you tell him?” Yoosung smirked as he sat down and gripped your hand. “I told him exactly what I would do if I caught him stalking you again. Don’t worry about him anymore, MC. He won’t be coming around anytime soon.”

Who knew Yoosung had that in him??

Zen

Your face paled when you saw your ex in public again. Zen, walking beside you, became worried as your hand squeezed his hard.

“Babe? What is it?” You tore your gaze off your ex and up into Zen’s worried eyes.

“Its… nothing.” His expression didn’t change, so you sighed and explained that you had been seeing your ex more and more in public, and had the feeling that you were being followed often when you saw him

Your boyfriend’s gaze darkened as he straightened up and let go of your hand. “Where is he?”

“What? No, Zen, it’s fine!” Zen was pissed, and you could tell. “Let it go for now, okay?” Your hands gripped his shoulders and massaged lightly, trying to get him to relax. Eventually, his muscles relaxed and he let out a frustrated sigh.

“If you see him again, let me know, and I will take care of it, okay?”

You, in fact, did see him again. He had the guts to come up and try to flirt with you later that day while Zen was talking to some fans and you were relaxing in the shade of a tree

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his chest, making your gut churn. “You downgraded, baby~ Rat Tail over there couldn’t make you as happy as I could~ come back-oof!” Before you could do anything, Zen was there. He dragged your ex off of you and gripped his shirt in his fist, bringing his face level to your ex’s face.

 “If you ever so much as touch MC again, I will personally rip you to shreds. You hurt her bad, and now you are getting what you paid for.” He let go of your ex and gave him a shove. “Now scram.”

Your ex cursed at Zen before running off with his tail between his legs. Zen wrapped an arm around you and inspected you for signs of injury before pulling you into a hug. “Let’s go home, MC. I’ll give you a nice massage and make your favorite food for dinner.”

Zen may be a little scary at times, but you loved him to bits, and this moment reminded you exactly of why you chose him

Jaehee

This was the twelfth time you had seen him in the cafe while you worked

It wouldn’t have been weird if he had ordered something, but he didn’t. As you worked, you could feel his eyes burning holes into your skin, and it kept distracting you

You must have messed up 4 orders in the time he was there already that day

Eventually, you grabbed Jaehee from the front and dragged her into the back of the little shop

“Jaehee, my ex is here. He keeps coming, and it’s really making me uncomfortable. All he does is just… sit there and watch me. He doesn’t even order anything!”

Her gaze hardened slightly before softening and pulling you into a hug. “I’ll take care of it, okay?” She gave you a squeeze before letting go and striding out to the front with her chin high

You went back to work, trying to ignore your ex watching you. Jaehee never asked who it was, but she must have been able to tell by his gawking

You watched as she strided up to your ex and started to talk. You froze, scared of what would happen

His eyes darkened as he shouted at Jaehee, who remained calm and continued to talk to him. Eventually, he gave up and stalked out of the cafe, smoke practically pouring out of his ears and nostrils as he left

“Don’t worry about him anymore, MC. I banned him from coming to the cafe, and gave him a warning to stay away from you.” You wrapped her up in a hug, thanking her happily for helping you take care of him

Jumin

You didn’t notice him at first - one of the guards did.

“Mrs. Han, I’ve noticed a man has been trailing behind us as we have been walking.” Immediately, your thoughts flew to your ex, who had a history of stalking, which you had found out just before you broke things off with him.

“Describe him, please.” The guard described your ex to a T, and that solidified things

Your ex was stalking you

You were afraid to tell Jumin, but you needed to. He could help you with this

After you got back to the penthouse from your walk, you went to the bedroom and phoned Jumin.

“MC? Is something wrong?”

“I think my ex is stalking me, Jumin.” Silence, then: “I’ll be right over. Stay there.” Jumin hung up, and you decided to do some cleaning to distract yourself

You were scrubbing the sink in the kitchen when Jumin came into the penthouse. He came into the kitchen and you took your gloves off and ran into his arms, finally able to relax.

You explained what happened, and then what had happened during your relationship, including how he tended to stalk people. His arms tightened around you as he spoke. “We will place a restraining order on him. I’ll get ahold of my lawers and we will get this taken care of.”

It seemed a bit extreme, but it would ensure that he would stay away from you. If he violated that, he would go to jail. The thought was comforting

Within a week, you had a court hearing, and everything was taken care of. Thanks to Jumin’s position of power, you had gotten it taken care of quickly, and you didn’t need to worry about him anymore.

Jumin was extra protective of you for a bit, taking extra time off to stay at the penthouse with you to make sure you were okay. You were very thankful to your husband for caring so much, and couldn’t have been more in love

707/Saeyoung

He had noticed it before you

As he was surveying the CCTV around his bunker, he saw your ex appear in front on more than one occasion. He only knew because he had seen images of him on your facebook before you deleted them.

He looked into your ex’s history and found out that he had a criminal record, being arrested once before for stalking another woman

You didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell you in case you panicked. So, he quietly took care of it by tipping off the police about your ex, and sending the police the CCTV footage for evidence

The whole thing was taken care of very quickly, and once it was, he finally told you

“Hey, MC? I caught your ex stalking you, but it has been taken care of, so don’t worry, okay?” You just kinda stood confused for a moment before you remembered your ex, and your face scrunched in worry.

“How do you know he was stalking me?”

“I saw him appear a few more times than would be coincidental. Plus his car drove past here multiple times, and parked in front of the bunker a few times, too. I sent the CCTV footage to the police, and he will be arrested, so don’t worry, okay?”

You quickly gave him a hug, thanking him for taking care of you

V

You were out on a date with V when you spotted your ex

The two of you were waiting in line for a movie, and your ex was standing three people behind you

It wouldn’t have scared you if it wasn’t for the fact that you had seen him five times that week already, and it was only Wednesday.

He kept on mysteriously showing up wherever you went, and it was really starting to upset you

Once the two of you bought your tickets, you pulled V aside to tell him

“My ex is here, V. I think he is stalking me. I’ve seen him five times already this week.” his eyes widened in shock before narrowing.

“Where is he?” You pointed at your ex, and V gave you a kiss on the cheek before telling you to stay put and took of in your ex’s direction

You watched as he tapped your ex on the shoulder after he got his ticket, holding your breath and clenching your fists as you watched them talk. It seemed polite and calm. V gestured to you a few times, your ex held his hands up and shook his head, and then V walked back and grabbed your hand

“Let’s go get some popcorn and a soda, and enjoy our night, shall we?”

“What did you tell him?”

“Exactly what was happening. That you are mine now, and he needs to back off because it is making you uncomfortable.” He gave you another kiss on the cheek as you went up to buy your refreshments

The two of you enjoyed your evening, and you never saw your ex again

Saeran

You were afraid to tell him that your ex was stalking you, afraid of how he would take it

But, after seeing him again while shopping for clothing, you decided you had to talk to him

When you got home, you found Saeran reading a book. He smiled when you came in and bookmarked his page, standing to give you a hug

“Did you find some clothing?”

“Yeah… Saeran, I need to tell you something.” A flash of panic went through his gaze, but he nodded for you to continue

“I saw my ex today while shopping. He was standing there when I went out of the dressing room. I’ve seen him other times, too, and I’ve seen his car go past our place a few times, even parked outside our house once. I think he is stalking me, Saeran.”

His eyes narrowed as he pulled you into his chest. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

You just shook your head, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll take care of it for you, okay?” You nodded, relaxing into his arms and trusting that he would

Saeran disappeared into his office for the rest of the night. You didn’t see him until nearly noon the next day, when he came out with bags under his eyes but a triumphant smile on his face.

“Saeran Choi, why didn’t you sleep or eat?” You scolded him, but he just chuckled and gave you a kiss. “Your ex is taken care of, so don’t worry about him any more. I’ll grab something to eat, and then I’m going to lay down, okay?”

You didn’t question him, instead making a sandwich and laying down in bed with him

You never found out how exactly he got your ex to stop coming around, but you had some ideas. Either way, your ex was nowhere to be seen, and you couldn’t have been happier

[smokeandjollyranchers]

This is a Drabble based on @snorlaxlovesme headcanon that Wes had weapon blood the entire time!! Sorry it took so long to post apparently there’s a max on posts now.

When Wes is seven, he accidentally cuts through all the strings on his violin.

There’s a future for him in music, and he thinks he wants to see where that leads.

There’s a thump on his door, followed by a giggle. Wes smiles to himself, hopping off his bed to open the door. Barely two, Soul comes wobbling into his room, entire fist in his mouth. Wes watches his chubby little brother crawl up in a chair and waits, pointing at the violin. “Alright little brother, but it might take me a second.”

Nah, if Wes tells anyone about his little trick, he would get sent off to that school, and he’d miss everything. He has a place to be, and it’s right where he is, teaching his little brother how to hold a bow.

X

The house is tense, and it has been for at least two years. Soul ran into his preteens dripping with social anxiety and an inferiority complex Wes’ very existence flames, even if he has no part in it. Soul found himself sitting at the piano when he was three. His mother spends the next year teaching her son everything she knew about the keys, and melodies, and sound and passion. Soul runs with it, he creates symphonies that sound real, he effortlessly creates emotions in the resonance of the sounds against the wall.

It’s terrifying and it makes Wes feel alive. It completely lacks structure and rules and it’s wild, it’s original, it’s everything a musician could beg the Gods for, and he has to watch as his father’s misguided attempts at helping Soul are quickly crushing that gift. His little brother is barely eleven, and he’s already got such a heavy frown. Wes passes the living room once, hearing his brother’s music for the first time in a while. The notes are unsure, as if they’re treading a cliff with weak spots. Each step they take could mean doom, but each step that doesn’t kill them is exhilarating, the danger as intoxicating as the fear. Soul stops much too soon, and Wes can just barely hear him hiss But it’s not enough like Wes.

Wes wants to bust in there like Superman, kicking down the door with a gust of wind to push back the cape he isn’t wearing, but a clang of notes, then Soul’s very clear FUCK echo in the room, and suddenly Wes is inside and he’s staring at cracked keys and the blade that replaces Soul’d arm. They meet eyes, both of them speaking at once.

“HOLY SHIT I DIDN'T MEAN TO-“

“HOLY SHIT ARE YOU OKAY-“

Unlike Wes, they can already hear their mother’s heels approaching them at inhuman speeds, and his brother meets his eyes, fear glazing them over. “They’re gonna be pissed.”

Wes shakes his head, standing in front of his brother as their mother’s screeching gets closer. “I won’t let them be.”

X

It was a hobby when he was younger, before he had a sibling and there were just adults over all the time. He’s tried to break the habit, after all, he’s off to college in a year and he really shouldn’t be hiding in the laundry room which just so happens to have a vent that’s connected to the kitchen where his parents are talking about his brother.

“I don’t like it.” His father repeats, the sound of ice clinking against his glass as he drains his drink punctures his words. “It’s dangerous.”

“So is being unable to control when a blade pops out of your skin!” His mother counters, pouring them fresh drinks. “He needs to know how to control it. And I don’t think even you could teach him that. They have teachers there who are trained for this.”

“I wouldn’t say teachers, more like generals. Our son isn’t even twelve. I’m not handing him over to the military.”

“What if that’s what he wants?”

“He doesn’t know what he wants!”

Wes blinks at that, suddenly feeling like an idiot. What does Soul want? He figures he might have a hell of a time up against him, trying to get his little brother to talk about his feelings.

He’s never been more wrong before.

Soul is babbling before he even answers his door. His thoughts fly out of his mouth a thousand miles a second, and he’s left retaining more information from his brother than he had in the last eleven years.

<i>Holy shit what if I go and I die but what if I stay and I stab someone what if I’m on stage when it happens what if I go and no one wants me what if I stay and no one wants me I’m a freak why do I have to be the freak. </i>

Wes wants to tell him, he wants to smack his hand across the little dude’s mouth and tell him that he’s not a freak. Or maybe they’re freaks together, but he wants to tell him so badly. But then his brother looks up and him and whispers. “I think I need to get out of here tho.”

Wes pauses, and considers his options. He could tell Soul he isn’t a freak, and that he can stay and they can hide it just like he hides his and it’ll all be okay, because they can look out for each other but...but he doesn’t tell him that. He’s going off to school soon, and that just leaves Soul here, alone and hiding the one escape the universe has offered the kid. He can’t take that away from his brother, as much as he really wants to.

“Then we’ll get you there.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course.” Wes promises, ignoring the uneasiness that’s pulsing through his veins. He wants to take it back, honestly. Maybe it’s not too late to call this whole thing off and hide the damn scythe in his brother. Wes isn’t going to lose Soul, not to something like that. He goes to wrap an arm around his brother and Soul flinches, pulling into himself.

“No...I...I don’t wanna accidentally hurt you or something.” Soul whispers, not meeting his brother’s eyes. Wes frowns, hugging him anyways.

No, Soul needs to go the school, and as much as Wes wishes that it could be him to help his brother through this, he knows he gave up that honor when he decided that he wasn’t going to show anyone the blade in him, and this was the path they still have.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

X

Wes is twenty one when he gets a call in the middle of the night.

He’s not sleeping, of course, he’s too busy doing body shots off random girls and making out with at least three of the boys on the Defensive Line at his school. The social science major he’s currently taking a shot off of points at his pocket, where he hopes she’s referring to the outline of his phone screen lit up, and not the half hard cock he’s had trouble controlling. He excuses himself, and stumbles into the cool air outside the bar. “‘Llo?”

“Weston! Soul’s been hurt!” His mother’s voice is loud, and her words don’t land as fast as he would like.

“Fuck, where?! Where do I go?!”

Three hours after that, he’s sobering up on a plane towards Nevada. He uses three air sickness bags.

X

When he’s finally in Death City, it’s the middle of the night again.

He’s a little surprised they just let him in, but none of the doctors care to stop the white haired man jogging through the hospital. He finds Soul’s room what feels like hours later, and lets himself in.

His mother has been there. There’s white orchids in a vase, which she swore promoted healing, and he can still smell her perfume around them. She hasn’t been gone long, and that makes Wes feel a little better about Soul having been left alone.

His brother is taller, his hair falls in his face and he’s almost got stubble on his face. He’s also covered in wires, and though the majority of the wound is covered by bandages and tubes, Wes can just tell how horrible it was, and how much pain he has to be in. His hands come to rest on Soul’s face and he sighs. “Little man, hey, Soul? You there? Come on man. Solomon, please.”

His brother grimaces at his full name, and he cracks an eye open. The red is cloudy, no doubt from shock and morphine, but Soul still places him, a confused smile on his face. “Wes? What’re’ya doin’ here?”

“I came to see you. Thought we could catch a movie, pick up some chicks? Maybe dudes? What are you into lately?”

Soul chuckles, letting his eyes close again. “Really?”

“I also heard you almost d-died so-“ Wes tries, he really tries not to let his voice crack or let Soul see how scared he is, but he can’t help it and suddenly he’s crying. Soul’s hand finds his brother’s face and he lightly taps his cheek.

‘M okay. M’ka was gonn’ just die. I coul’n let her.” His brother whispers to him. “Sh’s m’ Meister. Don’ cry ‘round her. She feels bad.”

“I won’t.” Wes promises, getting himself together. “You can rest okay? I’ll be here.”

“Nah, go get som’ actual rest. ‘M fine.” Soul insisted before sleep claimed him again. Wes scoffs, heading straight for the bench by the window. He sits in silence for a half hour, until he’s sure Soul is out, and he brings his hands to his face.

For the first time in years, Wes pulls the metal from his skin. His reflection looks back at him from the blade, and he looks bad. Soul almost died. His little brother was almost dead before he could grow an actual goddamn beard and he was almost dead. How could anyone want this life?! How was this better than growing up at home!? He should’ve stayed and protected his brother. They should’ve hidden his blade like Wes had, then he could’ve spared Soul this pain-

He did this. Why did he let Soul come here?! There was nothing but death for him here. And Wes had lead the fucking parade to get him here. Tears flooded from his eyes, but he didn’t make a sound. He sits there for another hour, crying that he wasn’t able to protect his little brother. And he’s just supposed to leave him in this room now? Sore and broken and alone? Wes clenches his jaw until it pops, and he shakes his blade from his hand. He pulls the threadbare blanket over himself and closes his eyes.

No, he’ll be right here.

X

He wakes up before dawn, the sound of the door alerting him to what could possibly be his mother.

Instead, he’s caught in a staring contest with a little blonde, her green eyes frozen in shock when she stares at him. He probably looks just as confused, and they stare at each other for a few moments. “Who…” she speaks first, eyes darting over to Soul. “Who are you?” She tries again, voice a little braver.

“Wes, I’m his brother.” He explains. Her face goes pale in real time and she tries to stutter out a sentence. For the life of him, he isn’t able to translate her words and he holds up his hands. “Whoa, okay. Hold on now, it’s okay, what’s wrong?”

“I...I’m...I’m so sorry.” Her eyes fill up with tears and suddenly she’s sobbing, hands covering her face. “I am so sorry! This is all my fault! He told me not to go in there and I didn’t listen an—“ Her sobbing got worse and Wes felt himself begin to panic too. “And then I tried to hide from his family what is wrong with me! I’m so-“

Wes is up and hugging her, mostly because he has no idea what to do next. The girl slumps into his hug and she sobs. “I’m a terrible Meister.”

Meister. “You’re Maka.”

The girl nods, her sobs quieting a little. He lets her go, and she wipes at her tears. “I’m—I’m sorry about that.”

“He’s told me a lot about you.” Wes starts, unsure what else to say. “Says you’re the smartest person he’s ever met. Except when you’re not.”

She laughs then, a fond smile on her face. It fades when she looks back over at him, and the mess of his body. “God I almost killed him.”

“I know my brother pretty well.” Wes smiles at her. “If he got hurt protecting you, that was his choice. Unfortunately it’s hard to talk Soul out of a stupid decision.”

“Yeah.” Maka agrees, going over to Soul. She pushes some of his hair off of his face and she smiles. “Before we left for this mission, I yelled at him for clogging the drain with all his hair. He’s like a cat, it gets over everything. I am such an asshole.”

“Nah,” Wes waves her off, getting settled on the bench again. “That shit is annoying. And if I know him, the first thing he’ll do when he gets home is clog it right back up.”

That made Maka giggle again, and Wes closes his eyes. “I’ll be here if you need something, but stay. I’m sure my family would love to meet you.”

She nods, looking at him again. It feels different this time, like she’s seeing through him. “...Does he know? That you’re a weapon too?”

Wes’ eyes pop back open, and he looks over at her “He’s the only weapon in the family.”

PMaka nods, turning her attention back to Soul. “I’ll leave that to you, then.”

X

The year Wes graduates with his Masters, the moon turns black.

It’s Arma-fucking-geddon and he mostly laments he spends his entire life in higher education if this is where the planet was going. It was thought to be a natural phenomenon until news crews release the news that it is fact the work of the Kishin, the evil creature Soul has been after for the last few years. He’s horrified when he makes that connection.

He’s goddamn distraught when the news crews show that his brother is up there.

God he thought the injury had him scared. He and his family watch the news faithfully. Wes is almost positive his father doesn’t sleep the entire time, instead he sits in his office with the small tv going, and they wait. All they can do is watch and wait and pray that somehow Soul survives this. Wes makes mistakes weekly, he forgets appointments and never calls back when he says he will and he can’t remember the last conversation he had with Soul. He’s sure it was about something normal, maybe it was about that new CD, or it might’ve been Soul asking him about girls, and why he isn’t able to talk to them.

Wes watches the monster shove his hand through Maka’s chest when the news feed cuts out. His mother is screaming and Wes can hear himself cry no before the screen goes back.

X

Wes gets a phone call from Soul exactly 14 minutes before the news was able to let the world know they survived.

The phone doesn’t even ring once before Wes has it shoved against his ear. Soul barely says Hi before Wes is sobbing again. <i>I thought you were dead! Is Maka okay?!</i>

Soul sounds dazed when he answers, but he confirms that he’s alive. Maka is alive, his friends are alive. He...did lose a friend up there, but they wanted to save everyone. It isn’t long before Soul is sobbing into the phone too, and Wes is already booking tickets to Death City in his tablet while he cries with his brother on the phone.

<i>I never thought I’d make it.</i>

“I knew you would.” Wes sniffs, wiping his tears from his eyes. “You’re a superhero, little man.”

“I’m really not.”

“You really are! You and Maka both! You saved the world.”

He can hear his brother crying, but for the first time Wes can remember, it’s out of happiness, not pain. He sounds lighter than he has in years when he blubbers out if Wes is gonna come see him.

Wes is actually going to be there in 15 hours, but he’s gonna let that be a surprise.

X

It’s six months after the Moon went Black when Soul realizes who he is to his brother.

He and Maka are sprawled on the couch, their limbs tied together. They’ve been on hold for missions for now, until the DWMA determines their mental health stable enough again. The rest is tedious at first, but eventually they settle into a routine of therapy and training. Getting muscles awakened before they went back to work.

They spend most their nights on the couch, watching trashy tv and trying to let their souls work through the darkness they brought home with them. Maka finds Wes’ latest concert on a channel she didn’t even realize they had, and they watch the tail end of his concert.

After, he sits at a big table, microphones in his face as he’s asked all sorts of questions in all sorts of languages. Soul translates what he can for Maka, and they relax, poking fun at the way Wes is constantly pushing his bangs from his face.

A reporter stands up next, her hair a mess of pens and pencils. “Is it true that your little brother is Soul Evans? The last Death Scythe who helped seal the Kishin in the moon?”

Wes beams, sitting up straighter. “Yes! That’s absolutely my little brother! Isn’t he amazing?!”

Maka “awhs”, then stops when she realizes Soul’s pretty much stopped breathing. His eyes are lined with tears, and there’s a funny smile on his face.

“You know, my whole life, people have been asking me about Wes. About what it’s like to have a genius for a brother, a true talent, greatest musician of our age. And every time I said ‘I love it’, because I did. He was the coolest person I knew and...and I always thought….I was always second...and….” They watch Wes again, still going on about how amazing his brother was.

“He took something that the majority of the world still falsely see as stigmatized, and he saved them all. I know how weapons are treated on the whole, and the way a majority of people look down on them, but I honestly don’t know how they could ever do that. Soul helped save us all, even the ones who were perfectly content to treat him and the others just as brave as him like trash. Definitely makes you think, huh. But instead, he owned the piece of him that made him so special in the first place, and I am damn proud of him.”

Soul let the tears fall now, a smile on his face. “I’ve got the best brother, you know?”

Maka smiles, resting her head on his chest again. “I know.”