#dude people pleased too close to the sun im afraid

[lina-studen]

bro be entering his webtoon commentator era 🙄

I find it extremely funny that will of all people is calling ada out for having no personality of her own. like, it's interesting how he acknowledges it being a problem, but just not his problem.

the only thing that's funnier is the way he absolutely panics the moment after not getting that sweet sweet validation...

[multiplefandomsblog]

your roommate hcs are so cute, can i request for naib, demi, tracy, andrew, kurt, patricia, and victor?

:0 holy crap yes! I’m so glad you enjoyed the roommate hcs!! Me and the other mods hope you enjoy these! Thank you for requesting :))

(i added melly because why not? lmao hope you don’t mind.)

Part 1!

Naib Subedar

This man deadass didn’t know you were living with him

Even when people told him about it, he wasn’t rlly paying attention and didn’t rlly care

Your stuff in his room? He thought it was his or someone just broke into his room and left it there

When he saw you on the toilet however, he just freaked out.

“Why the hell are you shitting in my room!?” “Your room? I’ve been living here for 2 months!”

Once he found out you lived with him, he made sure you knew what was his and what was yours

also, since he’s very protective of his things-- you being one of them-- he would totally get jealous if he caught you tallking to someone that wasn’t him.

he would probably give you the silent treatment and act like a pissy baby

He hates it when you touch his stuff

especially his photos, the photos were special to him because they were of him and his army friends.

You’d sometimes catch him looking at the photos with a longing in his eyes, it was highkey sad.

having you live with him meant lots and lots of training

he made sure you were always prepared for matches and that you don’t get downed early

when you got downed early however, He would scold you but he would still rescue you anyways because he’s soft

“You’re such an idiot, you’d better do better next time! Or else I’ll kick your ass.” 

one time he got cocky while kiting because you were watching him

he forgot to turn on his elbow pads and face palmed into the wall.

“...You saw nothing.” He turned around, a bit woozy from hitting his head on a wall. He flipped the hunter off before stumbling wooshing away

When you first get to know naib, he’d probably come off as intimidating and menacing

but once you get to know him--the real him--, you start to understand that even though he may be tough on you, its because he wants you to be the best

he has good intentions

During matches he’d let you handle yourself and made sure you didn’t rely on him too much

One time you needed to shower but you ran out of your shampoo so you used his.

When he questioned you, you simply responded “What? You don’t need it anyways, you’re bald!”

He didn’t rescue you the next round.

should’ve seen that coming

though he forgives you when you braid his luscious long existent hair for him

Kurt Frank

The amount of times you almost stepped on this man is astronomical.

he would constantly be in his tiny form because he would lose a lot of his things

his tiny form helped him find his things easily

Though when you first moved in with him, you had no idea what his ability was

so when you first saw a tiny version of your roommate you thought he was just a weird doll

until you heard him say a tiny, “Hey can you move your ginORMOUS foot? You’re stepping on my book.”

You fucking screeched and took off your shoe to try and kill him

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

After he explained to you about his ability you calmed down a bit and spared this tiny man but only this time!

Frank loves books, he probably filled your shared rooms with stacks on stacks of books

You’d often see him tiny, waving at you while you’re decoding

Once you overhead Kurt arguing with First Officer over who was the rightful owner of some sort of treasure map

They fought for days,

kurt would constantly complain about it to you

turns out it was just a game on the back of a Cereal box.

sorry this is short like kurt

Tracy Reznik

Would be a little awkward at first, but the awkwardness slowly fades away when you both make bad jokes

she gives me childhood best friend vibes

Has her doll sitting in the corner of your shared room room, it’s lifeless eyes scare the living shit out of you in the dark you try not to make eye contact, afraid it’ll curse you or smth

if she was mad at you she would move the bot in a way that looked like it was flipping you off you off in your direction before you went to bed.

Always making little robot things that are super fun to play with

Loves sharing her things. Has no problem with it

you wanna wear her clothes? sure

you want to wear her underwear? evEN BETTER-

Pulling all nighters, trying to get her machines to work like how she wanted it to work.

Would live off of kraft Mac n cheese and junk food in the modern day

Pretty hyper, chugs pink monster energy drinks while pulling all nighters, also, in the modern day

would probably be a bruh girl

Her room is a mess, covered with blueprints and scrap metal

her room is practically a safety hazard

Sometimes she dresses her doll up a bit, putting wigs or her old clothes on it (which scares you half to death)

Once she made her doll dress up like her

and you almost went up to it to ask what it wanted for dinner.

Has a photo of her and her dad

You never wanted to bring it up, worried it might make her upset :(

Sometimes she’d feel really guilty about being downed in the first 30 seconds

please comfort her, she feels super bad

She always relies on you to rescue her

She gets really happy and thankful when you body block for her but she still gets a bit concerned when you do it randomly

“i wasn’t even kiting-” “Protecc the mecc.”

Demi Bourbon

Always out at the bar

Smells like alcohol constantly

tipsy 24/7

she’s never 100% sober

You have to hold her hair out of her face when she comes back to your shared room to hurl

Likes bringing back hard vodka or weird flavoured alcohols back for you guys to get wasted try together

Room is bit cluttered, but she doesn’t have much in her room since she’s always out in bars or matches

Usually latches onto you like a parasite when she’s drunk.

it gets a bit awkward when her face is a bit close to yours,

“Are we about to kiss right now-? BLeurghgrhgherrgh.”“...*audible sigh*”

You’d go to her expecting her to heal you like a normal person but no

instead she shoves dovlin down your throat

She likes to do your makeup, and always adds a matching beauty mark

unless you don’t wear makeup, then she’d ask you to do hers 

always loves how she looks afterwards

more than sometimes demi would get into bar fights, 

so you know she’s about to throw hands when she starts takes off her earrings-

10/10 would fight for you <3

She’s gives me cool wine aunt vibes

Probably a lesbian too (check out our Demi smut fic ;))

Or bi, idk

Just straightn’t

She’s really good at hyping you up, especially when you’re taking shots

“CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG-”

Andrew Kreiss

Would be very shy at first, opens up a little when you get to know him

Totally a night owl, can’t sleep at night from all the guilt and “what if’”s

if you see this baby awake at night, hug him, he really needs it

You’ve never seen the other side of his face

How does he see with hair in his eyes?

He’s albino, which is super dope

Sometime you fear he’s thinking about burying you

You always see him thwacking Luca with his shovel

Barely talks

Room is moderate

He doesn’t want you to find out too much about him

He may seem bland, but he loves sweet food

You’d bake him cookies and other sweets

He’d act as if he’s not embarrassed and brush it off

“Are you blushing?”“No, I-I’m sunburnt.” “On your face?” “....I stare into the hot red sun sometimes because it eases me.”

to keep his lie going, every time he catches you staring at him he would fry his eye balls by staring into the sun until you left

partially the reason why he can’t see well

When he’s not looking, you stare at him while he’s eating the stuff you made because he looks so happy :’)

One time you found him down in the dumps so you made him a cup of coffee, and when you handed it to him you said-

“Depresso espresso?”

*sniff* ”..are you oka-” “IM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE”

he actually cried

it was such a nice gesture(?), that he started ugly crying

You’d ask him if he wanted hugs during matches when you see him get stressed

He’d be flushed and kinda confused

hug... him? why tho lmao

he’d definitely agree tho, to be fair, with some hesitation 

if y’all ever cuddled in bed, i feel like he’d be a little spoon

poor boy needs the comfort, he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be little spoon tho

he just wants to be close to you

Victor Grantz

You love playing with his dog, Wick

Super nice and polite, but a little guarded

The type to be too afraid to call people out when they do something wrong but would totally trash them in his head

You write him little letters everyday and leave them on his bed to make him happy :))

He’d a be a little spoon

Wick would always join you guys while cuddling

Kisses would be soft and gentle

Usually sends you the first letter in matches

Loves to cuddle

He bb 🥰

You always get him a birthday present AND a Christmas present

You also get a gift for Wick

He loves giving you surprise hugs

Likes to read with you while cuddling

Literally a cinnamon roll

Once he was eating a cinnamon roll

And you whispered

��C a n n i b a l i s m .”

He was very confused

and kind of scared- were you going to eat him?

Patricia Dorval

Room always smells like herbs

She could literally smoke weed and you’d think it’s some magical healing herb

it magically makes you feel better

Always there to stun the hunter when you’re ballooned

The mature one

Her room is organized, with boxes labeling what herbs and magic stuff that are in them

You were cooking dinner for the day and you accidentally used one of her fancy herbs in your soup

She didn’t realize until she tried the soup

She wasn’t mad just disappointed

She lectured you on how you shouldn’t touch her stuff or use it for cooking

Gotta admit tho, the soup was pretty good

she acts like the mom everyone wishes they had

totally the type to be like, “dude we should think this through.” before doing something risky

and then five seconds later, “cowABUNGA MY DUDES”

one time she caught kreacher leaving the mens washroom without washing his hands

seeing as she was the mother of this manor, she had to protect her children from diseases

so she yeeted her monkey skull at kreachers head, cleanly knocking him out

and everybody cheered.

Melly Plinius

When you heard melly was going to be your roomie, you couldn’t have been more excited.

you finally had a victim for the many insect pick up lines!

So you decided to make some good first impressions by waiting for her in your room.

so when she arrived to your room and greeted you, you happily greeted her back, and slipped in the pick up line.

“Hello, my name is Melly. I believe I will be your ro-?”“Yeah nice to meet you too, say, what do bees make?”

She kinda thought you were a bit rude so much for first impressions

“...Erm, honey?” she replied hesitantly

“YES DEAR?” 

... okay maybe you weren’t thaaaat bad.

after that she kind of developed a teensy crush on you 

so it was hard living with you because of her crush, since she was constantly flustered 

you loved her reactions, she constantly got red.

it was funny watching her try to keep her cool and fail.

[pettyprocrastination]

Dude i cant wait for your ATLA/GOT crossover fics its a cool as fuck idea and my dumb brain made me sad thinking of Oberyns/Ellarias Airbender s/o taking them to the air temples only to figure out her people were slaughtered and she's(apparently) the only one left and damn im in my feels

Don’t make yourself sad bb!!! Have some fluff for the soul!!!!

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“What are you doing?”

Your eyes opened at her question. Dorea, one of Oberyn’s youngest daughters, stood before you, hands on her hips and a frown on her face. Which given how young she was, was quite adorable to see. 

“Meditating.” You answered. You knew that she was a curious child, which meant at her interest you would most likely not get any meditating done now that she had found you. Which you were okay with. She was a sweet, excitable young girl, you remembered being the same way as a child raised at the temple. 

“Why?”

“Meditating helps bring us peace of mind.” You answered, letting your eyes shut once more. You let all the noises around you melt away, the whistling of the wind, the ebb and flow of the dornish waters, it all slowly began to sift away like sand through your fingers. 

“I wanna try!” 

All of course, except for Dorea. 

You peeked one eye open to see Dorea plop down in front of you, crossing her legs in the same position as you before squeezing her eyes shut tightly. Her brow was furrowed and cheeks puffed out, you could see the strain in her little body as she focused every muscle in her body on what she thought was meditation. 

“You're trying too hard, little Martell.” She opened her eyes and her little lips curved down in a frustrated pout. 

“But I was doing exactly what you were doing!” She whined, throwing her head back with a groan. 

She had certainly inherited her father’s dramatics. 

“It doesn’t matter if your body is in the right position if your mind isn’t clear.” You advised before letting your eyes close again. “Follow my lead.”

She straightened her back and closed her eyes. 

“Let every thought clear from your mind.” You told her. “Let your breathe slow like the winds, and focus on nothing. Empty your head like the sands in an hour glass. Focus on the feeling of peace it brings you.”

Your own breathing slowed with hers, you heard no fidgeting or pips from Dorea, so you assumed that meant it was working. You would have to mention that to Oberyn, meditation was hard for a child to actively take part in, doing so at such a young age was a fine skill for her to-

“What are you two doing?”

Dorea opened her eyes and cried out at her elder sisters question. “Obara you ruined it!” She whined, pointing an accusatory finger at the two SandSnakes. “I was doing so good and you messed me up!”

Obara and Tyene stood before you, both carrying weapons and on their way back to the palace from training. The pair had spotted you and Dorea, who was oddly quiet in their opinion, and decided to approach. 

Tyene smiled. “Messed what up?” She asked in a teasing voice.  

Dorea threw her hands in the air with a frustrated cry. “My mediation!”

“Meditation.” You corrected. “You two should join us. Calming the mind is a useful skill for warriors to have.”

Dorea threw her tiny arms around you and cried out. “No! I’m the only one who gets to mediate with you! Not them!”

Tyene nudged Obara with a grin. “What do you say? Shall we calm our minds?” You heard the subtle teasing in her tone and smiled. Though the sand snakes all thought kindly of you, you knew the eldest three thought little of you because you were a monk. A pacifist. A peacemaker who had no place among hot-blooded fighters like those in Dorne. 

“I’m afraid I will have to decline.” Obara answered with a tilt of her head. “Silly breathing exercises will not better my fighting, actual training will.”

The pair began to walk off as you pseudo-whispered to Dorea. “Don’t worry Dorea.” You knew that your ‘whisper’ was actually loud enough for them to hear. “I think they're just worried that you’re better at meditating than them.”

Dorea giggled into her hands and you winked. As their footsteps grew closer you looked behind you and smiled. 

“Oh? Have you decided to join us?”

Obara set her spear down before sitting on the grass, her sister following suit as they crossed their legs like yours. 

“We don’t have much planned for the rest of the day.” She responded coolly. “Besides, my father says it’s good to try new things.”

You closed your eyes and tried to hide the victorious grin growing on your face. 

Their competitive spirit made it all too easy to trick them. 

It was an hour later when you opened your eyes once more, the girls had fallen completely silent a few minutes prior, and if the heavy weight against you was what you thought it was. They weren't meditating. 

A loud snore rumbled from your left and you bit back a laugh. 

They were sleeping. 

Dorea’s head laid against your lap, mouth open and drooling against your trousers. Obara was slumped against your side, occasionally she’d murmur, nuzzle your shoulder, and then settle once more. Tyene laid sprawled out in the grass, one arm tucked under her head and another on her stomach. 

“So this is where you all have been.” Oberyn’s smooth voice broke the silence, you turned your head to see him and Ellaria standing at the entrance of the garden with a fond smile. 

“They wished to learn meditation.” You told him in a hushed tone, mindful of the sleeping sand snakes around you. “Though I’m not sure how useful the lesson ended up being.”

“Anybody who is able to calm Dorea is victorious.” Ellaria reached out a tucked a hair behind her daughter’s ear. “Trust me.”

“Yes well, I would have told you where we were but um-” You shifted slightly, which caused Obara to grumbled and leaned against you more. “I’m a bit stuck at the moment.”

Ellaria smiled, letting her slender fingers trail from her daughter face to yours. “It would seem so.”

Oberyn sat down on the grass, pulling his paramour down with him. They looked positively ethereal. Bronze skin looking almost gold under shine of the bright sun. 

Thoughts crossed your mind that you quickly pushed away. You were their friend, their advisor. Not their lover.

No matter how much you longed for it to be true. 

“They care for you greatly.” Oberyn moved Tyene’s head from the grass to his lap, his daughter curled against him without waking up. His eyes settled on you and you felt on display to the Red Viper and his lover. Like they could see into your very soul. 

“They see me as a stray.” You smiled at Dorea, who nuzzled her head against your lap with a sleepy smile. “Some little creature who needs to be protected.”

“They see you as family.” Ellaria correct you. “We all do.”

“You are a woman who controls the winds and rides a flying beast, large enough to eat a man whole if he pleases.” Oberyn let the rest of his body fall back onto the ground, eyes squinted and grinning up at you. “They know well of your strengths, and admire you for not using them on others. We all do.”

You blamed the flame under your skin on the sun rather his words. “I care for them as well, for all of you truthfully.” 

Ellaria leaned forward, tilted your head up before cradling your face on her smooth hands like you were made of glass. “We care for you as well, gentle monk.”

“I-” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I care for you much more than a simple advisor should.” 

She chuckled, letting her thumb run along your bottom lip. “I know.”

“We would go to war for you.” Oberyn spoke. His head sat on his hand as he watched Ellaria caress you. “Spill blood for you.”

You turned to him as his partner in life and love leaned forward to press her lips to your neck. “I would never ask that of any of you.”

“We know, sweet one.” She purred, her lips just inches away from you. “It is why we love you so much.”

Since you were young, meditation was the once way to empty your mind and find peace. But when the dornish woman in front of you pressed her lips to yours, your mind went blank faster than it ever has before. 

[mail-me-a-snail]

House Keys

chase…oh chase i love you so but you’re in for it now. chase brody, the former bro average superstar, comes home for the first time in a year.

part 1 part 2 part 3 Even if Chase Brody had moved out the year prior, he still has the keys to his brothers’ house. He stands now on the crisp, green lawn and swings the key-chain around. He cards a hand through his hair and rubs his eyes—he doesn’t get much sleep these days. Three years before he moved into his brothers’ house, he was sleeping in the back of his car. He’s been conditioned to fall asleep on the hard leather of the car seat, not in his own bed. He didn’t have a bed those weeks. Stacy and him still don’t talk.

He shoots Marvin a text.

hey bro im outside. will come in with the keys. jackie okay? are you all okay? There’s no response. Chase shrugs and tucks his phone into the pocket of his jeans. He’s a little hurt, but it’s fine. It’s Chase’s first visit since he’s moved out. It’s exactly as he remembers it. The lawn is in immaculate condition, with the hedges trimmed neatly and flowers springing up all over the place—Jameson was always in charge of that. He has an eye for lawn care. He takes after Jack. The door and porch are dark mahogany, though it’s washed in orange now as the sun is starting to set. The house itself is painted an egg white. The tiles of the roof are black. Potted plants litter the porch, some new, some old, but all beautiful and trimmed to perfection. No doubt it’s Marvin’s work. The sidewalk he stands on is decorated with faded chalk drawings. Robbie. Of course. Chase is standing on his own face drawn in chalk. It’s a wonderful likeness and Chase can’t help but smile. Robbie even got the faded green in his hair. He steps off. He doesn’t want to ruin a masterpiece. The light in the wide upper story window—Henrik’s room—is off. The doctor’s probably getting his much needed and deserved forty winks. The only light on is in the living room. He takes a deep breath, the kind that pulls his shoulders up like he’s shrugging, and walks towards the door. Anxiety wriggles in his belly. He clutches the keys tightly in his hand—they bite into the skin and leave an impression with their teeth. He remembers the call with Marvin the night before. He had been in his apartment putting together some videos when his phone had rung. Marvin had explained everything to him; finding Jackie bleeding out in the city, teleporting him home, the surgeries…all of it. Jackie was okay, Marvin had assured him, and that he would heal. But the fact that it was…was you-know-who’s work… It hadn’t stop his hands from shaking as soon as he said goodbye and dropped the call nor did it let him breathe. His panic attacks were always bad, but he managed the one he had that night fine. And the one in the bathroom this morning. On the drive here, too. He doesn’t have everything under control yet. Being here again reminds him of all the times you-know-who had been there. He had been there, for Jack and Henrik. It went the same way; a phone call. A panic attack. The fear. Now it’s happening all over again. Why can’t he ever escape the demon? Why can’t any of them? Even a year after…he still looks over his shoulder and tosses and turns at night. When will he stop being afraid? The keys bite into his palm like his old dog had lovingly done. He misses him. Stacy had to take that away from him, too. The sting and the thought of Bulls-eye grounds Chase and he lets go, letting it hang by the key-chain instead. Deep breaths. He slides the key into the lock and turns. The door opens. Chase looks around as he steps into the hall. It’s just the same. The walls are orange. The umbrella stand to the right of the door filled with Marvin’s props, the coat hanger opposite, and the stairs upwards at the very front. To his immediate left is the closed door to Henrik’s makeshift clinic. To his right is the doorway to the living room. There’s a movie on, though Chase can’t identify it as the volume is set way down low. He doesn’t know where to go first as he stands awkwardly in the middle space. “Hello?” He says to the seemingly empty house. “Is anyone home? Marv? Schneep?” “Chase,” His heart skips a beat when he hears the raspy call from the living room, but he brightens when he recognizes the voice. “In here.” Chase has to stop himself from running into the living room. Brown couch, flat screen TV (playing Die Hard, of course), wide windows, and white curtains that blow softly. The coffee table has coffee mug rings on it and abandoned medical supplies like gauze, cotton balls, and antibiotics. Henrik’s neatly folded coat, too. Jackie sits on the couch in a black t-shirt with the brightly coloured graphic of a cartoon dog on a bicycle. He wears the flamingo shorts to accompany it. It’s the first time Chase has seen the hero out of his supersuit; it almost feels wrong. His hair is the neon green Chase remembers it to be. He’s wearing his mask. The only sign he’s been hurt at all are the bandages around his neck and forehead. He’s hardly watching the movie. He has a big smile on his face, the toothy kind of sunshine Chase missed so much. “Jackie,” he breathes. Chase wants to cry with relief. He settles with hugging Jackie as tightly as he can. “I missed you, Jackie,” he says, muffled as he buries his head into the hero’s chest. “I was so worried about you!” “O-ow, ow,” the other hacks out a laugh and winces, patting Chase’s back. “I missed you, too, bud, but…stab wound.” “Shit, right, sorry.” Chase lets go, albeit reluctantly. “Dude, how are you? It’s, I mean—I’ve never been stabbed before.” “I don’t recommend it,” Jackie grimaces. There’s humour in his voice but he also sounds exhausted. “You get here okay?” “Parked out front,” he says, “Came in with the keys. Still have ‘em.” He holds them up to confirm that. He drops them in his lap. “How’re you holding up?” “This thing—” Jackie pats his stomach, presumably where the wound is. “—is a bitch and a half of pain. The neck thing I can handle. It just hurts to talk.” He coughs. It sounds like shaking a dead bush. “Really hurts.” “Oh, I can do the talking, if you want.” “No, it’s okay, Chase. Marvin did something to me, I think, when I was out. Makes my mouth and throat taste like mint. Pretty soothing, actually. Besides, I haven’t seen you in forever! I want to talk.” How can he be so chipper even after he almost died? Chase doesn’t understand it. He really is a comic book superhero. Always getting back up again. “Aw, it hasn’t been that long,” Chase ducks his head, sheepish, but straightens right away. “Can I ask, though? What…what happened?” The silence is thick with tension. Chase bounces his leg, the sole of his sneaker squeaking against the hardwood floor, and pulls at the rubber bracelet around his right wrist under his hoodie sleeve. He picks at the multicoloured bandages on his fingers and arms. Jackie turns the TV off just as John McClain launches himself through a window. He turns to Chase. Their knees touch. “This is what I remember,” Jackie says, and begins. He had met Anti during one of his day patrols, but it wasn’t the song and dance number they usually did; it was in the back-alleys where no one could see them. Maybe that’s what Anti wanted. Maybe it wasn’t. “Anti had…had said something to me,” he mumbles, “that I’m not the hero I think I am. That all of what we do, this hero versus villain thing, is just a show. I-I don’t know why he’s been pretending this long, or…or what he hopes to gain, but…” Chase watches him closely. Jackie stops, shakes his head, and moves on. That’s how the hero has always been. Hit a wall? Just go around. Forget about the wall and keep going. He remembers the fight—and the pinning stab through the gut. The words Anti whispered into his ear. Chase is trembling with raw anger as he sees the large dark bruise marks wrapped around Jackie’s neck where Anti’s hands had been. “But after that,” he growls in frustration, “I can’t remember anything else. By my wound here, I can guess what finished me off.” He taps his neck. “Everything else is beyond me.” “Fuck him” Chase breathes, voice quivering with fury, “You’re a hero to me, to everyone. To Jack.” Jackie flinches when he hears those words. “I don’t have any powers,” Jackie mutters. “What? Yeah, you do! That—that super strength of yours!” “Anti can manipulate objects,” Jackie shoots back, “Time and space, just like Marvin can. How do I know he hasn’t been doing it for me this whole time?” “I…I don’t know.” The anger evaporates as quickly as it came. “I-I don’t want to talk about this.” Jackie throws his hands up. “Please, Chase, let’s…let’s talk about you, okay? I want to hear about where you’ve been—what you’ve done.” Chase bites his lip, trying to find a way to stop the subject from changing. The one frustrating thing about superheroes? They build walls around them, shutting the people they love out hoping to save them from whatever inner turmoil they’re wrangling with. …Chase isn’t stupid or in denial. Even he can admit the similarities between them. But that’s just it. Chase knows he does it—Jackie doesn’t. He’d rather not push further and get into an argument, spoiling the whole visit, so Chase drops it. It’ll sit in the back of his mind, though. He tells Jackie about the new apartment; it’s spacious and less of a dump than the last one. Modest kitchen, shower instead of a tub. “I miss the tub here,” he says forlornly, gesturing to the stairs. “And my little rubber ducky. Shower’s okay, though.” He earns Jackie’s laugh. The apartment is far into the city, maybe ten blocks away from the alley Marvin had found Jackie in, and just across a coffee shop. Having cleaner, more colorful walls than ugly white granite that popcorned helps a lot to take his mind off more…painful things. He hung up posters, bought a flatscreen, had a whole new gaming rig up for himself—he’s doing okay for himself, he thinks. The therapy, the talking, has brought him out of the hole he was in three years before. He tells him about new friends. Baristas at the coffee shop who’ve recognized him as a regular. YouTube is more fun than anything for him right now. The Bro Average brand was dissolved, but he couldn’t care less. It had been time for a fresh start. His channel is up and running and he’s been invited to panels, talks, and conventions. Some people from AA said they had watched his videos. He tells Jackie about how good it is to just. Work. To produce content for others to consume, to make people happy, but not at the cost of his own happiness. He notices he’s rambling when Jackie says nothing and keeps beaming at him. He falters and lets his words trail off into silence. ��What?” Chase says. “I’m so proud of you,” Jackie replies, and the pride is trembling in his voice. “Chase, you’ve gotten so far without us. You’ve got a job, a new house—you’re practically shining!” “You’re…you’re proud of me? You mean it?” Chase feels himself smile, too. “Yes. I’m proud.” Jackie puts a hand on his shoulder. “You’re my bro. You’re the bravest damn person I know and you’ve come out of this so strong, so…it’s…Jack would be proud too.” Chase understands why he starts crying. That’s all he ever wanted. To hear those words come out of Jackie’s mouth. It means he’s done it. He’s gotten better. Maybe not recovered fully, not just yet, but better. Even in his joy, he hates himself for crying because whenever he cries he bawls like a big baby. He buries his face into Jackie’s chest, shoulders shaking. He’s staring at the cartoon dog through blurry, teary eyes. The dog says, in a neon bubble, “RADICAL!” The other rubs his back in soothing circles. “That’s it, buddy,” Jackie whispers, “I’ve got you, bro.” Chase swallows thickly, sniffles, and wipes his face with the back of his hand. Jackie hands him a tissue and he blows. His eyes are stuffy. He looks up into Jackie’s eyes, milky white, hidden behind the film in the mask, but he can tell they’re full of soft, unspoken love. The hero holds his cheek. “Chase Brody Mcloughlin,” Jackie declares, “I, your loving bro, will never stop being proud of you. Don’t forget that.” “Thanks, Jackie,” he sniffs, wiping his eyes. “Thank you. It’s…i-it’s nice to hear that what I’m doing is finally right.” “We’re all proud of you.” Jackie’s hand drops but gives Chase’s shoulder one last firm pat. “S-speaking of,” Chase clears his throat. “Speaking of…where is everyone?” Jackie blanks. “Uh,” he says, unsure. “Good question, actually! No idea. I woke up, like, ten minutes before you came in. I kind of assumed Henrik went to work, and who knows where Marvin is at any given time? JJ and Robbie are out on vacation or something. It’s just Henrik, Marvin, and I.” “Huh,” Chase frowns and stands. “You wait here, Jackie. Henrik can’t have gone to work; he’d never leave you here alone.” “Marvin would be watching over me!” He argues. “This is Marvin we’re talking about!” He shoots back as he leaves the room. He considers going upstairs but stops before he can do it. He notices, to his surprise, that across the hall the clinic’s lights are on. How did he not notice that coming in? The harsh white fluorescents bounce off the tiles and under the door. Chase knocks. “Doc? Marv?” He says, “Yoo-hoo. Anyone in there?” Of course, unsettling silence follows. Great. Chase has played enough horror games to know that whatever’s on the other side is bad. He flinches as glass shatters behind the door. A shadow moves under the door. “Henrik?” “Schiesse!” comes a muffled curse to answer. Angry German swearing? Yeah. That’s Henrik. “What the hell was that?!” Jackie says from the couch, halfway to standing. Chase notices he’s wobbling like a newborn deer. “Jackie, get back on the couch,” Chase scolds the hero, “You’re in no condition to walk!” He turns back to the door. “Doc, I’m coming in.” He takes a deep breath, grips the doorknob, and turns. What he finds on the other side isn’t horrible, so he releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Henrik, hair messy and eye bags seemingly darker, clutching his head, is kneeling among shattered glass. From the way the metal table beside the hospital bed is on its side, Chase surmises that Henrik knocked it and the beakers that were on it to the ground when he tried to stand. “Doc!” He exclaims, rushing over to Henrik. He takes the doctor by the arm, helping him up, and looping the arm around his shoulders. “Danke,” Henrik grumbles, eyes still squeezed shut. “Chase, is that you?” “A-are you blind, Henrik?” Panic momentarily flares up in him. “Oh, jeez, I can get something for your eyes. Maybe ice—” “No,” Henrik sighs, but in the most affectionate way possible. He opens his eyes halfway, tired grey-blues looking up at him. “Chase, relax. I’m not blind. It’s these damn fluorescents—they could make me go blind. I don’t know why I thought they were a good idea. This nausea…it’s like someone took a hammer to my skull. Might as well have… I see enough of those lights in the hospital. Is it any wonder I wear glasses…” Henrik reaches into his pocket for something. He swears again as he brings out the bent and cracked frames of his glasses. “Oh, that is just great,” he hisses under his breath, “They must’ve gotten smashed in the fight.” “T…the what?” This is plenty strange already, but of course, he just has to notice only now that Marvin is crumpled in a desk chair, long, flowy hair messy and tangled, falling behind him as his head leans back, showing his neck. “Oh my God—Marvin!” “He’s okay,” Henrik straightens, though he’s still too weak to stand. Chase helps him into another chair. The doctor sits down with a sigh of relief, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. “What the hell happened here?” Chase gestures vaguely to the entire room. “To Marvin? Actually, to you? Was it…was it you-know-who?” “Anti,” the doctor spits. Chase winces at the name. “It’s not right to fear his name. He and I had an…encounter last night. I thought I was going to die.” He briefly touches his neck. Chase sees all the scars crisscrossed there; it’s why the doctor wears turtlenecks to work. He’s always been insecure about them. “I thought it was all over but…but I woke up here. My head hurts like a bitch but I’ve got no other wounds. My neck, my concussion—they’re healed, like they were never there. "So, I have reason to believe,” he continues, “Marvin used the full extent of his magic to save me. It’s probably why he’s passed out.” “He’s always been shit at restoration magic,” Chase jokes, but turns serious right away. “Jesus, doc. Are you really okay? Why the fuck did you-know-wh—I mean,—A…Anti go after you?” “Teach me a lesson? Finish me off?” Henrik raises his shoulder in a shrug. “Your guess is as good as mine. God, I’m sorry, Chase, that this is the scene you’ve returned to. You’ve had enough of this…this Anti business, and now we’re dragging you back into it. Forgive me.” “No, doc, don’t say that,” Chase waves him off, “it’s not your fault. Besides, the guy’s messing with my brothers. That’s not gonna fly with me.” His voice shakes. He knows how unconvincing his moxie is. He swallows the stone in his throat and turns away before Henrik can call him out on it. The man crosses the room and takes a trauma blanket from the cabinet—he practically knows the clinic as well as Henrik does—and drapes it over Marvin. The magician barely stirs. He’s completely out. “CHASE? IS EVERYONE OKAY?” Jackie shouts from the living room. Chase startles and nearly knocks some important doodad over. Henrik’s blue eyes crackle to life at the sound of the hero’s voice. “He’s okay,” he says more to himself than Chase, “Oh, God, he’s okay.” To Chase, he says, “Chase, help me up—I must see Jackie.” “But what about Marv?” “He’ll need rest. Neither of us are strong enough to move him upstairs. Please, Chase, let’s go.” Henrik is almost begging. The tone unnerves and stirs Chase into action. He helps the doctor, slowly and surely, into the living room. “Henrik?” Jackie breaths, “What happened to you? Why are you limping? Is Marvin o—” Henrik launches himself from Chase’s arms and onto Jackie, nearly tackling the hero into the sofa. Jackie grunts in pain. “You idiot,” Henrik growls, though with utmost love. “You had me so worried! You could’ve died.” He hugs Jackie tight, despite his weak state. “Don’t ever do that again.” “What, get stabbed?” When Henrik glares up at him, he sobers. “Okay, okay. I won’t. I promise. Chase, where’s Marvin?” “Getting some rest,” Chase explains, “He used a whole bunch of his magic to heal Henrik. A-Anti attacked the doc last night.” “He…what?” Jackie’s tone is dangerously quiet. His shoulders are tense—he looks like an apex predator. It takes everything in Chase not to back away. “Calm yourself,” Henrik cautions, “I’m okay now. Marvin made sure of it. It is true; I had a fight with Anti and…I did not emerge the victor. But it’s alright. I’m alright.” Jackie deflates and hugs Henrik back. “I’m glad you’re okay, doc.” “You too, Jackie.” Chase bites his lip and leaves the room. He knows what he said about Anti, that he’d be ready to fight the demon again, given the chance. It’s one big lie, because he is fucking terrified of Anti, terrified of the fact that this is all very real, and that it had gotten all too real very fast. He wants to run away in that stupid little way of his, where he drives and drives until he can’t or locks himself up in his room, anywhere where Anti can’t reach him. He’s managed not to see the demon for a full year. He can’t do this. He can’t. Not again. Not again. – Chase goes up to his room and finds the hatch to the roof still unlocked. He goes out and sits there, on the uncomfortable tiles, and stares up at the stars. It’s somewhere around 11:30, maybe midnight. He doesn’t check his phone. Henrik’s gone to sleep. Jackie had helped Chase move Marvin to the couch. The both of them weren’t nearly strong enough to bring him up to his bedroom. Some part of Chase is telling him to relapse. To drink. He snaps the rubber bracelet against his wrist over and over instead. It makes an angry red mark. It’s a distraction. It makes him all the more ashamed of how fast he crumbles in the face of all this. He’s hasn’t gotten better. Even in the darkness, he knows what the bracelet says. He’s seen it, worn it ever since the last time Anti had tormented him. Alcoholics Anonymous, in white letters against a garish neon green. His mouth tastes of smoke. His eyes are heavy. He is tired and deflated. His brothers nearly dead—what a sight to come home to. At least now, he’s here for them. He is so tired, he doesn’t turn around when the hatch opens and Jackie sits beside him. He’s changed out of that cartoon dog shirt—he sports one of Henrik’s striped shirts. “Hey,” Jackie greets him softly. Chase can see the hero watching the bracelet snap repeatedly against his wrist, which he doesn’t stop. “Hey.” Silence. Cicadas. Snap. Snap. Snap. “How long have you been sober?” Chase knows how much Jackie wants to say more, but he doesn’t. It’s a simple question. “A year.” An exact year from the last time Anti hurt him. He and Jackie match in scars now. Not on the neck, though. “Dude, that’s awesome. I’m proud of you.” The words are hollow. He doesn’t deserve them. Snap. Snap. Snap. “Chase?” Snap. Snap. Snap. “Welcome home.” Chase breaths shakily. His wrist stings. He cries, the fourth time that day, and bites back the urge to scream. “He’s g-going to f-find me again,” he says through quick breaths, “I’m n-next.” “Chase…” The man shakes his head furiously. “I-I’m not leaving. If he think he can fucking s-scare me,” Chase hiccups, “he’s w-wrong. I’m tired of r-running away. I’m going to fight.” Nothing, for a moment. Then, Jackie says, “It’s what Jack would’ve wanted.” Chase cries harder at that. He wants to toss his house keys off this damn roof and never see them again, because they remind him too much of the doors he’s just opened up. He’s not afraid. Shaking and sobbing, he is not afraid. He is furious.

[herakosmos]

matchup for @ioveworm!𐐪𐑂

“Hi!! my general info is: im 5'8, kinda chubby but not big in the boob area, (sobs), i have semi long curly black hair with brown front strands! i use she/her, im a virgo sun, sag moon, pisces rising! my personality type is intp-t. im pretty snarky without realizing it, also can be too blunt/straight forward around someone im comfortable with! i have a RBF so some people say i look angry/intimidating but in reality its just my social awkwardness which somehow feeds into that + the fact im awful at speaking with strangers, if i don't have to speak to someone i definitely wont so people need to take the first step in taking </3 im a huge empath and can sympathize with a lot of people but aso can hold grudges/ know how to stand my ground if i REAAALLLLY need to even if i am literally shitting myself LOLLL. i also cry very easily during movies, if an animal dies even if its just in the background i WILL break down into tears. im also super self conscious bc of my weight so 9/10 times i will be trying to make myself as unnoticeable as possible. i can be pretty sarcastic and retort back but if something someone says rubs me the wrong way i can tear up and cry easily haha.... i LOVEE dogs!! music/making playlists, horror movies/game play throughs, pubg/gaming, anime and learning abt animals! i can handle people who are quiet/dont talk much pretty well as long as they reassure me that im not being annoying or bothering them!! but if we can both talk about stuff we like together it makes me super happy and i'll always hear them out!! im pretty bubbly around people i'm close with and giggly but if i'm around other random people im still quiet/neutral... I HOPE THIS ISNT TOO MUCH !!!🥺😞”

hi!! and also dont worry about it i love longer descriptions bc it gives me more ideas on what to put in matchups! <33

this honestly took me longer than it should, but it was because i wanted to give myself a challenge and be more diverse with my options!

i really hope you enjoy this 🥺

i match you up with . . .

kenjirō shirabu!! 𐐪𐑂

✰ ok this pairing went through a lot of rollercoasters when meeting, BUT HEAR ME OUT 

✰ the sorta tsundere x lovable girlfriend trope in this is 🥺🥺🥺🥺

✰ your first encounter with shirabu would be sorta rocky i’d say. he has this thing where he tries to mask his real feelings with insults because he honestly doesn’t know what the fuck are feelings

✰ i feel like the reason why he fell for for you was mostly because of how everyone perceived you to be this mean and b*tchy person when you’re actually the opposite

✰ one day you just couldn’t handle it anymore and started to release a few tears from each eye

“do you hate me that much?”

✰ honestly this line broke him :((

“you’re not annoying to me kay? it’s just…never mind”

✰ the more you two actually spent time together though, you guys do warm up to each other bit by bit

✰ him asking you out would probably be the most awkward thing ever JBAKHBXKHXB

✰ poor boy is new to all of this mushy feeling stuff

“weprobablymaybelikeeachotheridontknowbutwouldyougooutwithme..?” 

✰ you would probably be like: ???

✰ THIS GUY IS TURNING SO RED NOW SEND HELP FOR HIM

✰ i don’t know why but he’ll be the type to just whip out his phone and try to type out what he was trying to say while you’re in front of him

✰ shirabu: go out with me?

✰ the two of you end up becoming a blushing mess together (AWHH)

✰ lemme tell you, once this guy becomes your man, all hard work pays off

✰ this man would take care of you. even though he rarely shows it verbally, he definitely does through acts of services

✰ shirabu understands your self coniousness since he tends to get like that too. to be honest he doesn’t really care about the way you look. he loves you just the way you are and it honestly makes him want to punch whoever made you feel the need to be super conscious about yourself

✰ the amount of cute puppy pictures he spams your phone just to cheer you up (AWHHH)

✰ he knows probably almost everything about you and remembers even the smallest details

✰ like for example he knows that you dye the front strands of your hair brown, so on his own he’ll buy boxes of hair dye for you and leave them in the cabinet 

“don’t use too much of it or else i have to get more”

✰ he’s so blunt omg and sometimes it may rub you the wrong way, but shirabu really does try to tone it down for you because he hates it when you cry. especially when he is the cause of it :((

✰ he’ll pull you close and kisses away your tears🥺

✰ dates can include going to dog cafés, the zoo or movie dates at home :D

✰ the first ever time you guys had a movie date this boy really thought of a plan to give you the scare of a lifetime by watching a super scary horror movie. little did he know you LOVED horror, so when he put it on you were unfazed and this dude was so shocked at you

✰ in shirabu’s mind: how the fuck is she not scared right now

✰ his reactions were so priceless and honestly he was kinda pissed you weren’t cuddling up against him right now for protection😭😭

“how are you not afraid of this”

“i don’t know either, i mean this is sooooo scary”

✰ shirabu turned to you immediately with a shocked expression. he learned two things that day, you loved horror movies and can get pretty sarcastic lmao

“thanks a lot for ruining my plans of you jumping into my arms for protectio-”

“what?”

“what?”

✰ shirabu was actually the one who suggested going to a dog café and the zoo afterwards. it really shocked you since he wasn’t really big with animals

✰ in actuality, the setter knew how much you loved animals and wanted to take you on an animal themed date for the day (even though he’ll never say it)

✰ the way your eyes sparkled and become so invested in the creatures honestly makes him so soft. no one makes him so soft like you, you’re one lucky girl🙈

“baby can we please get a dog?”

“no”

“pleeasseee”

“no”

“you can be the big spoon from now on”

“yes”

✰ KJDBXJBSJSJBNJN

✰ NO ONE KNOWS SHIRABU LETS YOU BE THE BIG SPOON AND IF ANYONE DID ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE

✰ light giggles started to leave your mouth due to the fact he gave in so quickly because of that one offer

✰ shirabu soon started to mess up your hair and gave you a small smile🥺🥺

“i’m only agreeing, so you won’t have to have a permenant pout on your face whenever we pass a dog on the street baka”

✰ head pokes are a BIG thing for showing his “affection” for you

✰ making fun of him? head poke

✰ getting frustrated because of an idiotic character in an anime? head poke

✰ whenever shirabu plays a video game with you he’ll show NO mercy and try to beat you and when he does his cocky smirks start to show. he also tries to hold back his tongue to try and not tease you

✰ but when you win, omg he gets so salty. his face most definetely would try not to show it, but inside his head he’s raging SO MUCH

“tch you only won because i let you”

“sure babe, sureeee”

✰ becomes so salty he’ll probably start a pillow fight with you LMAO

✰ this guy definitely loves late night calls with you. he enjoys your soothing voice and would wanna hear you talk 24/7. he gets fairly busy juggling studies and volleyball, so your voice really makes him feel less stressed out🥺 sometimes the call would run on until the next day because you two soon fall asleep on call together haha

✰ i feel like shirabu wouldn’t have a lot of pet names for you, but sometimes he’ll call you “baka” “babe” and “darling”

✰ you being a virgo and him being a taurus you guys are a great match!

✰ both can be quite sincere and devoted to one another. virgos like taurus’s strength and commitment while taurus loves virgo’s quick mind!

✰ shirabu is an ENTJ while you are an INTP which means another great match :)))

✰ ENTJs love INTP’s way of thinking, knowledge and being patient. INTPs love ENTJ’s enthusiasm for knowledge, straightforwardness and being able to take criticism well <33

bonus!

heres an anime relationship type gif that i just think you two would do 🥺

[farklelucas]

Maybe something jaylos centered with previous harlos, where Carlos and the other original VKs react badly to Uma, Harry, and Gil being brought to Auradon?? Thank you

anonymous asked: Hi love. Im totally into crazy ex boyfriend Harry. Could you please write J/C fic when they are together and Jay comes back to they room after really bad day and C is incredible scared that J cod hit him of something lime that. J of course is trying his best…. panic attack? Past abuse/hurt/comfort

i got a lot of prompts and not a lot of time, so these two prompts are going together!! thank y’all

possible triggers: past emotional/physical abuse, panic attacks (all under the cut)

The car is set to arrive any minute now. Jay looks at his watch and sighs. He told Ben time and time again that this was a bad idea, and Ben didn’t listen. But it’s Jay who has to face these assholes every day.

Next to him, Mal and Evie clutch each other. He can tell that Evie is shaking, and Mal is intentionally holding her face very still. Carlos is nowhere to be seen. Ben stands straight and tall at the front of the line, taking deep breaths. He seems scared, at least, just like everyone else. In the distance, they can see the bridge forming to bring the car to them. Every Villain Kid has been brought off of the Isle and filtered into school - Dizzy and Anthony, Freddie, Maddie. He can see the car now, speedily approaching. Every Villain Kid but three.

The car slows to a stop in front of them, the brakes squeaking just a little bit. The doors open and slowly, one high-heeled boot comes down to rest on the ground. Uma exits, gracefully and beautifully as ever, looking all too smug to be there. Gil is next, jumping out with far more zest than anyone who tried to kill Carlos should be able to muster.

Then, finally, a hook slowly extends from the car, and then slides along the paint and metal, making a terribly ugly screeching noise. A scratch appears along the paint in its wake, and beside him, Evie grimaces. Harry Hook steps out into the sun and grins at them all. Jay does his best to hold himself back.

“Good morning,” the Fairy Godmother says formally. This time, there’s no band or confetti. Just Ben, the Fairy Godmother, Mal, Evie, and Jay. Carlos was invited as well, but wasn’t in the room when Jay woke up this morning. He spent the entire morning searching for him, but was still fruitless by the time he had to be at the welcoming ceremony. “Welcome, all of you, to Auradon. It’s a pleasure to have you here.”

None of the three are looking at her, though. Uma keeps her eyes trained on Mal, looking both angry and smarmy; Gil looks at all of them, grinning like he doesn’t have a care in the world; and Harry has been making menacing eye contact with Jay the entire time, sizing him up. Jay stares back.

“The pleasure is all ours,” Uma purrs. Her eyes are still on Mal. “We thought you’d forgotten about us.”

Jay huffs. “How could we?” he mutters. Ben shoots him a look that he ignores.

“It was getting pretty lonely on the island,” Gil says candidly, as he is always pretty candid. “No one to bully, boss around, b -”

“Gil,” Uma cuts in, looking at him sharply. “Enough.”

Meanwhile, Harry takes a few steps closer. “Well, well, well,” he murmurs. “If it isn’t Jay Sultana. But, you seem to be…” He trails off, and glances to Jay’s left - a spot reserved for Carlos, left unfilled. “… missing something.”

Jay sneers. “Back off, Hook,” he says. “Or I’ll hit you so hard that crocodiles won’t look so bad in comparison.”

Harry raises an eyebrow and lifts his hook, just so it rests under Jay’s chin. He grins. “Say ‘hi’ to your boyfriend for me.”

With that, Ben steps in, pushing them apart. “Enough,” he says forcefully. They both take a step back, but never break eye contact. “Harry, you were brought here for a second chance. Don’t lose it before you have the chance to use it.”

Finally, Harry looks away from Jay down to Ben’s hands, still firmly on both of their chests. “Demanding,” Harry purrs, and Ben snatches his hand away. “I like a man who knows what he wants. Like ole Jay, I suppose.” He looks up at Jay again and leans forward. “Oh, yes. I know what he wants though, don’t I?”

Before he can say anything, Uma reaches forward and pulls on Harry’s arm. “Harry,” she hisses. “It’s our first day.” Ben nods in agreement.

The Fairy Godmother, who seemed shocked into silence, speaks up. “Well, um, welcome again,” she says. “Please, allow our guardsmen to show you to your rooms.” Uma nods and, with one last look at Evie, Mal, and Jay, follows the guards along with her cronies. Harry shoots a look back over his shoulder at Jay and waggles his hook gleefully.

“I have never had a worse two minutes in my entire life,” Evie murmurs. Jay can’t help but agree.

–

When he comes back to the room, he’s pretty frustrated. Not only did Harry really get under his skin, but Carlos still isn’t around. Jay feels kind of conflicted - on the one hand, he feels like Carlos should have been there for the other VKs, just like they were there for each other. On the other, when Ben announced the last three would be brought over, he wasn’t complaining like Jay, or angry like Mal, or visibly upset like Evie. He just sat there, quietly, and… accepted it.

Jay slams the door behind him, and shakes his head. “Carlos?” he calls out. “You here?” There’s no response, just the quiet rustling of trees in the wind. He sighs and shakes his head, then, in that moment, hears something else. He strains his ears and moves towards it. It’s coming from their shared bathroom.

He moves across the room and puts his ear to the door. It’s clearly crying, but not loud sobbing or for attention. Just quiet weeping. Jay knocks on the door. “Carlos?” he calls again. The crying gets just a little louder. “Can I come in, please?”

There’s a long pause and then, finally, an answer. “Yeah, just… be careful.”

Slowly, Jay pushes open the door. Carlos is sitting slumped inside the tub, fully-clothed, looking every bit like he just crumpled there. Tear tracks run down his face, and his arms are crossed over his chest as if he’s protecting himself. Dude is in the tub with him, looking up at Jay with hard eyes, like he’s suspicious of him. “Carlos,” Jay murmurs, and moves to walk towards him. Carlos flinches, and Jay stops dead in his tracks. “Are… are you okay?”

Carlos swallows. “Uh… today hasn’t been the easiest on me,” he says, sniffling. He looks like he’s been keeping this to himself for a while, preparing what to say for when the time came where he had to say it. “I just needed some time.”

“To sit in a bathtub and cry,” Jay says slowly. Carlos just shrugs. “Okay. Well, can I do something?”

“No,” Carlos answers immediately. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Jay frowns and reaches out, saying, “Babe…”

Carlos flinches again, moving as far back in the tub as he can. “God, please don’t,” he says, seemingly involuntarily, and more tears spill down his face. Jay wants to climb into the tub and hold him, but he isn’t sure how much help that would really be right now, seeing as Carlos flinches any time he even moves.

Painfully slowly, he lifts his hands. Carlos doesn’t flinch this time. “I’m not coming any closer,” he says. “I promise. Got it?” Carlos nods, looking miserable. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I, uh…” Carlos shakes his head. “I know that… not everybody did a lot of dating on the Isle.” Jay nods. It’s why they didn’t get together until a few months ago - the Isle was more of a hotbed for gang activity than anything else. “But I did, for a while.”

Jay raises an eyebrow. “Okay,” he says. He doesn’t feel jealousy or anything, thankfully, because he doesn’t think he can deal with Carlos’s heightened emotions and his own right now. “Can I ask who?”

“Uh, Harry.”

There’s the swell of emotions. Thankfully, still no jealousy like he might once have felt. Mostly just anger and pain. Because almost instantly, he understands. He knows why Carlos has been so closed off lately, and why he didn’t come to the Welcome Ceremony, and why he was so afraid when they went to save Ben from the Isle. “Oh,” Jay says softly, because that’s all there is. He lets his hands drop.

Carlos is concentrating on Dude now, petting him between the ears, determined not to look Jay in the eyes. “And he wasn’t… good to me,” he continues. “We were only kids, like fourteen or fifteen, and he didn’t like me being with you, and Mal, and Evie. So he’d, uh…” Carlos swallows. “Let’s just say I’m glad not to be with him anymore.”

There’s a long pause, deafening silence in which Jay just looks at Carlos. Then he can’t hold it in anymore - he asks, “Did he hurt you?”

Carlos just nods.

Jay feels sick. He feels, quite literally, revolted by what he’s just heard. Not only is he upset that anyone hurt Carlos, but it wasn’t like they were strangers back then - they were friends, back on the Isle. They hung out daily. And he never knew. He also feels a surge of over-protectiveness, once again wanting to climb into the bathtub and hold Carlos so close that it becomes just the two of them, the rest of the world fading away. And finally, he just wants to leave the room, find Harry Hook, and skin him alive.

But he doesn’t. He stays where he is, because Carlos needs him. This isn’t about Jay, this is about Carlos. Carlos, who’s still crying, so hard now that he’s started hiccuping, and holding Dude close to him. Jay puts his hands in his pockets. “What can I do?” he asks, because he’s not sure. Should he tell Ben and demand Harry be deported? Should he tell Harry to never come near his boyfriend again? Should he do nothing?

Carlos sniffles again and looks up at him. His big, brown eyes are glassy and wet, and Jay balls his hand into a fist. “Just… come sit with me,” Carlos says. “Please.”

Jay nods and, slowly, shuffles forward. Carlos scoots to the edge of the rather large tub, and Jay lowers himself in carefully, not disturbing Carlos or Dude. There’s enough room for them to fit five people, but they sit side-by-side, Jay wrapping his arm around Carlos’s shoulders and bringing him close. “I’m not like him,” Jay murmurs. “I know that’s hard to believe, because you had to live through it, but… I’ll always protect you.”

From where his head is buried into Jay’s shoulder, Carlos nods and says, “I know.” He pauses, and brings up his hand to rest on Jay’s back. “Thank you.”

“Always,” Jay murmurs, and he means it.

[ask-svt-hearteu]

Written Scenario Requests and Moodboard Requests are now OPEN!

Admin: Hello everyone!!! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR 2K FOLLOWERS!!!! We’re all screaming and after finally clearing all our old written requests and the dates from our 1k follower special, we will now open written requests again as well as open moodboard requests! Please keep in mind we will be adhering to our rules and guidelines for requests and will be listing moodboard request rules below. Also note that since all of us are in school, we may not get requests up right away, so if we get a lot we may choose to close them again until further notice, it all depends. Thank you all for your love and support again! <3

Moodboard requests:

either one member, ship or unit at a time

preferably tell us a color theme (like red, blue, black, etc.)

up to two colors per moodboard

or

tell us a theme

it can be something like “boyfriend aesthetic” or “inspired by the Jun soulmate au” or “based off svt’s song don’t listen in secret” or something like “autumn Soonyoung” as examples

Here’s an example moodboard: “Minghao couple nature aesthetic” 

“‘You said you like the sun, but when you go outside you find shade. You said you like the rain, but when it rains you use an umbrella. That’s why when you said you like me, I was afraid.’ The8 told me that.” -Junhui 

ALSO… If you guys wanna read it, here are some things the admin have to say^~^

Admin Soph: I'm honestly so proud of how far this blog has come. Went from a follower to an admin real fast  😂. No but really. I was freaking nervous when I sent in an application. I wanted to be a part of this blog to strengthen my writing skills (and love for Seventeen) and get to know the amazing people behind it. But I also didn't know whether I would be able to give you guys content that you all will like and deserve. AND I HONESTLY DONT KNOW WHY IM EVEN HERE HAHA.

And I just want to appreciate every single one of you. You guys are literally the sweetest bbys ♥️ ♥️ . My heart always warms up when we receive an ask and it’s for the admins asking whether we're okay and taking care of ourselves. I just want to cuddle you all in warm blankets and take care of you. And I'm saying this now if you guys ever have any problem and feel like talking to someone.Or if you just want to be friends. We're always here~ 

And on that note. To all the mutuals that I have had the chance to talk to. Y'all are amazing. I don't understand why you guys are still talking to me tbh. That's why you're all precious to me ohmygod 💞 💞 . Also, I'm sorry if I don’t reply much. IM A VERY INTROVERTED PERSON AND I ALWAYS MAKE SITUATIONS AWKWARD AHAHA. But if you guys want to talk to me about something, I’ll drop everything and talk to you. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU DESERVE LOVE AND I SHALL GIVE YOU LOVE IF YOU NEED IT  💞 💞 .

Imma write something for Jun too. Because I’ve been with this baby boy for a very long time. I love him so so much 💖 . There are times where I want to fight him. And there are times where I just want to bubble wrap him and protect him. Literally makes me go through different emotions in one day. But mostly it’s the feeling of happiness. Jun is a big reason as to why I'm slowly loving myself. With him being a funny confident dude, I found out that I can be like that too. And ever since I did, I have been feeling nothing but happiness and I want to thank him for that. I hope I will be able to meet him someday and tell him what a wonderful human being he is.

Now to the amazing and beautiful admins. Imma write something for each one of you but first and foremost I just want to say that ya’ll are precious to me. I might not talk a lot and barely reply in the gc (iM SOWI I WILL CHANGE THAT I PROMISE HAHA). But know that you guys have a very special place in my heart. And that's beside Seventeen. Been only a few months and I'm very thankful that I met yall. You guys are like my family at this point and I wanna keep it at that even after this blog.

Now onto Jess. My fave Joshua stan no joke. LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL AND HAS A VOICE OF AN ANGEL I SWEAR SHE’S PERFECT FOR JOSHUA FIGHT ME. Literally the sweetest human being. Even though she’s older than me, I want to protect her ohmygod. I love Jess very much. You guys don’t even know. She is very nice. I don’t know how she is able to keep that image tbh. She is also very VERY HARDWORKING. I want to freaking start a petition for Jess to rest. It amazes me how she copes with all this school work and with this blog. And man if you ever need someone to coo about Joshua, Jess is that person. She is so whipped in love with Shua. And with Jun second on her bias list and with Joshua on mine, we both basically die because of Junshua. 

Meagan is next!! Meagan is literally the definition of aesthetic . Literally from her fashion style and her freaking bullet journal. And her bias is aesthetic himself asdfghjk. And also her writing style. I adore her writing very much. And I literally asked her for writing advice HAHA. She is a very soft-hearted person. And a very good person to ask advice from. Like I would definitely go to her if I ever have a problem. sHE IS ALSO VERY PRETTY????? LIKE HER INSTAGRAM MAKES ME QUESTION MYSELF. LIKE SHE IS SO DAMN PRETTY I DONT UNDERSTAND HAHA. Also how she is able to converse with everyone amazes me. Overall an amazing older sister for me  💖 I love ya Meagan~

And lastly my fellow youngling Seri. I just want to point this out now. If anyone dares to fight Seri, I’ll be there. This person right here is very precious. And I will fight to keep it at that. You can tell that I love her very much. She is near my age so it’s very comforting for me to have someone close to my age. Also her love for Soonyoung is the cutest thing. Whenever she and Meagan talk bout Soonyoung and being whipped for Soonyoung I just can't. So adorable. She is also very beautiful. He makeup skills are on point. Like please teach me, I'm a potato HAHAH. And can we just talk about how cute her name is? Seri is so goddamn adorable. Just like her.

Amazing that even though we live in different timezones, we will always find time for each other. I love these peeps very much. And I'm thankful for Seventeen for helping me find them.

Pretty long but oh well. This happens when you make the quietest person talk HAHA. But seriously, you guys mean everything to me at this point. Like I feel safe knowing that I have 3 angels watching over me. And I just want you guys to know that I also have your back. Hope our friendship will strengthen as years go by  💖 💖. And to our dear followers, please stay sweet. We’ll always love you. And Seventeen loves you guys too. Let’s make more memories together~

Admin Meagan: Tbh, when I applied to become an admin for this blog I really didn't think I would actually be picked. But look at me now AHAHAHA. I'm so so glad that I became an admin for this blog because it combines two things I love. Writing and seventeen.

I don't think you guys know how much I enjoy writing something and seeing how much people liked it as well. Especially when you guys send us direct compliments in our ask box. I don't think you guys know how much we coo in our admin group chat about the sweet stuff y'all send to us sometimes 💓

To the mutuals I've made from this blog, thank you so much for talking to me. I'm a pretty social person and I enjoy talking to anyone so thank you for that. And I enjoy the stuff y'all reblog as well AHAHAHAHA you guys are amazing and tenks for being a friend.

Honestly, Seventeen has undeniably made me happy. From listening to their songs when I'm mad to calm down to being an emotional wreck during Diamond Edge. I truly care about the boys and this blog made me love them even more. Also, I want to give a little shout out to my ethereal star, Kwon Soonyoung for literally brightening up my day all the time ✨

Thank you for being my ult bias and being extremely cute. You mean a lot to me for sure. Onto our beloved admins, firstly Jess. Y'all don't know how amazing she is. She's immensely smart and so caring. In these past few months of being friends, she's definitely a kind-hearted person and it really shows through. From listening to my past boy drama (like literally, I sent her voice messages and it was like 1-2am for her I'm,,,) to her giving advice to me. She's truly a gem and like an older sister <3 Also guys, she's really pretty!!! Even though she denies it :p and also a good singer!

Next is, Seri!!! Firstly, Seri is exceptionally funny, I swear the things she says sometimes in the group chat is hilarious. Also, she's sooooo good at makeup y'all and hella stunning as well. I always go to her for tips and we always share our makeup of the day with each other AHAHAHAHA. Seri is so kind and such an amazing support system and you can literally talk to her about anything AHAHAHAHAHA. I truly appreciate her being a friend <3 and the fact she stans hosh as well hehe

And to our maknae! Sophia but we always call her Soph. The best Jun stan I've met in my life. A creative little fellow and she also dances!! And also gives me tips for dance because I'm literally a stick AHAHAHAH She's so cute as well!! And such a caring bean <333 Also she likes attacking the rest of us with pictures of our biases 😂 Need a span of Joshua?? Soph is always ready lmao

Y'all mean a lot to me and I can't believe the amount of support I've gotten from all of you for a lot of things. From picking outfits to fangirling with me during my concert. I honestly don't mind opening up to y'all which I don't often do at all. I really like how you guys are always there and whenever one of us is down or have some tea to spill, everyone is on board AHAHAHAHA.

I seriously love all the admins so much because they are friends that I cherish quite a lot. I cannot wait for the day we all can meet somewhere and just hang out together and just have fun, heh 💓 We really need to start skyping with each other and pls one day come to Malaysia!!! I'm gonna bring you guys around for good food and photoshoots!! (I take really good pictures if I say so myself, if you wanna see them. Message me for my Instagram AHAHAHAHA)

Most importantly, thank you to literally everyone who've read our work and enjoyed it, to those who reblog and heart our stuff; thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤️ And to our readers I've personally talked to personally, y'all are really cool and tenks for talking to this nerd lmao. I can't wait to see this blog grow even more and to experience new things with seventeen and you guys. Love y'all 

Admin Seri: first THANK YOU, for making it this far >< 

Wow, well I’m speechless, honestly I’m not even sure what to say, so i apologize in advance how unorganized this ESSAY is about to be. 

First, i’ve always been curious on writing scenarios like this, and i definitely think I was good enough. So any thoughts of running a blog was like, jumping off a cliff, it was best to keep it out of mind. Me and Jess, met through an online groupchat that I seriously never thought would lead to this. Funny thing, I was on vacation,  when I joined, one-two weeks after Jess made the blog. With all of my curiosity of what it was like, I was kind of bored and wanted to give it a shot. Legit I expected like 500 followers after like, a year? NEVER did i think we’d have 2000 after 5 months. like WHAT. 

To Seventeen, the talented, amazing dorks, where my vocabulary is not big enough to describe them. aside from the fact I love, adore, and admire them very much, (if i stayed here and talked about  they are a team with a lovely team backing them up. CARATSSSSSS ;))) without Seventeen, there would be no blog, and with no blog, i wouldn’t have met the three other amazing admins, other tumblr mutuals, and our amazing readers ^~^ .  

First to Soph, I- just know she is adorable, that’s all, the cutest freaking Jun stan ever. she’s only a feel months younger than me but i feel like im a grandma with all the energy she has because she’s on a dance team and how tired I am all the time. i’m thankful i get to wake up to her spam of pictures also :’)  honestly rip to her storage, :’) let’s keep together lovely! US MAKNAES SHOULD STICK TOGETHER!!! ;) our own lil maknae line leggoooo ;) <3

Meagan my fellow hosh stan, oh my god she is actually my aesthetic, from bullet journaling SHE IS AMAZING, to makeup I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MAKEUP (someone who can actually deal with that because my obsession is bad hehe) she’s gorgeous and i feel blessed to find a friend like her, (not because of her connections in Malaysia or something COUGH) im jp ;) she’s just someone i can always ask an honest opinion from, and im thankful for that <3

Then Jess, I’m trying not to tear up right now and I honestly don’t ever cry unless I’m watching a TV show, honestly. she’s been here from me through and through and our friendship feels a lot longer than five months. I already know our friendship will last even when we one day will sadly have to end the blog :’), and i’m ready to meet because im planing this trip already like LETS GO LET KOREAN BBQ bc proud foodie right here, hell any of the admins. this is gonna sound so mushy oh god but i feel i’ve grown and learned so much from her and she never makes me feel stupid for asking a question. moving on, GUYS OUR CONVERSATIONS ARE ACTUALLY GREAT LIKE AFJFOLAENGV on of the more memorable ones is when she introduced me to that song, YES JESS YOU KNOW. and most importantly, thank you for being my mom and just being there for me , because im truely thankful for that <3

TO OUR FOLLOWERS, there’s 2000 of you guys WHAT, welcome to our craziness and thanks for sticking around! I’d love to get to know you guys so don’t be scared to message me @bloatedboo !! i’m not great with words but know every single one of you guys are in my heart whether i know your name or not. <3

Admin Jess: Brace yourselves, I have lots to say😂.

First off, if you had asked me if I had expected to hit 100 followers let alone the 2,000 followers we have now when I first started this, I would have laughed. It is a bit of a crazy number to wrap our heads around, but I’m insanely grateful and I might actually start crying. This whole thing started off as simply a hobby, something I could use to vent my love for the 13 boys that have my heart, but it became so much more after a while. It almost didn’t happen too, just like our beloved soulmate series, everything came down to being in the right place at the right time and having everything line up perfectly before the hard work and passion kicked in haha. I’ll state my thanks here so that I can get it out in words rather than tears. I won’t get too much into how when I started this blog with Seri, I was not in a very happy place. But that’s not the important part. The thing is I met incredible people through this blog and learned many things. I learned how to not let every criticism and mean comment get to me, and rather to learn to grow and try to do the best I can. Nothing brightens my day more than hearing I made people smile, there’s nothing else I’d rather do with my time:) ahem now for my thanks (and yes I’m going to thank Seventeen bc I’m hella extra)

Seventeen have made me v v happy and continue to do so to this day. While I may declare my love and hatred (jokingly) and say I’m unstanning, I really love all 13 boys with all my heart. All the admin have talked about it, but when we’re writing for them or answering asks, they don’t seem like just idols to us. They’re friends who love each other, real genuine people who are beautiful inside and out. I’d like to thank them for just being them, for bringing a smile to my face whenever I feel down. Honestly so sappy and cringe but true nevertheless. I love Svt a whole lot <3

Joshua, EXCUSE ME AS I GET HELLA EMOTIONAL I CAN’T JUST WRITE TWO SENTENCES ABOUT THIS GUY;&:9;$2. So I’ll try to keep it short. Joshua, I am the most grateful to him for his undying love for his friends, for his hard work at always being the best person possible, and for genuinely making me smile. He’s the kind of person I want to be, someone who is kind-hearted and tries his very best at everything he does and ilhssm.

I can feel myself tearing up woohee this is going great. I’d like to thank the many internet friends and mutuals I met, through this blog. Initially I had simply wanted people to fangirl with svt about and I got so so much more. There is a moment I remember distinctly 2 weeks ago, I had been really stressed about my slew of tests and I had maybe gotten 20 hours of sleep in the entire week and had told my friends in real life but also my internet friends (you know who you are and ily) and I was bombarded with messages of support from everyone in the morning and I dead af kid you not sat and cried because how did I deserve such amazing support and friends. People who had never seen me before were genuinely concerned about my health and mentality and nothing nothing made me cry more than just the sheer amount of support I got. I had mentioned in our admin chat how I regretted not doing enough due to exams and my bb’s legit were screaming at me to sleep and that it’s ok and everything will be ok if I didn’t answer everything right away and just focused on me and it’s prob one of the moments in my life that I felt the most support and love ever. and so that takes me to my few final thanks….

Soph, okie hands down my favorite Jun stan I’m sorry everyone, I love Soph lots omfg. She’s so talented!!! I’m living for the day where she kills me with her dancing just as Junhui does to all of us, I can’t imagine how hard it must be to learn svt and bts choreo and run this blog lmao. Soph, I love how you hype Josh with me and how we all suffer together when we send svt pictures and honestly thank you thank you thank you so so much for being not only an admin but a valuable friend.

Meagan, I can always count on her to send me pictures of Joshua on Instagram and I love her lots too. I love how despite living 16 hours apart, we can still have conversations about boy drama (no not svt lmao svt wouldn’t do us dirty like boys irl) and fangirl about Josh and svt and just everything. She’s incredibly talented too, her writing and she’s so pretty I die. Meagan, I love how I can say something and count on you to talk about it, it’s beautiful and fun, thank you so so much admin and friend.

And finally, I’d like to thank Seri. Seri has been with me on this rollercoaster of a ride since the very beginning. I found it incredible how the two of us just *clicked* ya know? She’s the type of friend who says one thing and two hours later, she and I are both dying from laughter on the ground in stitches. I’ve never genuinely laughed more than some convos I’ve had with her. I’m also surprised she has yet to hear me screaming at her from across the country, I’m pretty sure I’m loud enough that she could hear me. She’ll prob forever be my aegi whether she likes it or not and while I honestly don’t know how much longer I’ll stan svt, I do hope that our friendship can far outlast our time together here on the blog (plus I swear imma buy her plane tickets somehow so we can go to an svt concert together or disneyland before I die). I’ve ranted to her lots and I complain to her lots but she never tells me I’m annoying and for that, I’m also thankful XD. I think I have learned quite a lot from her, including how to have thicker skin and I love her so so so much. Seri, thank you for everything lovely, let’s continue growing as friends and people together ^~^

Final remarks, I think what has always drawn me to svt is just the sheer comradery and love they have for each other. It’s undeniable they’re family to one another. I had always been somewhat jealous of their adorable friendships and funny chemistry. But as I look back on it now, I found my own sort of svt, in the people, friends, and stories I interact with everyday here, and for that I can only say thank you.

[ishqbaaaaz]

Ishqbaaaz - Oct 4/17 - Episode 383

LMAO ANNIKA IS ROASTING SHIVAAY TO DADI WHILE HES LISTENING TO PISS HIM OFF

Omg this is taking me back to when she was doing all this stuff to get a reaction out of him

Shes telling dadi she cant believe God gave her such a lying husband. 

FRAUD HUSBAND LMAO BYE

Shivaay is so salty

Dadi is like what did billu say

shes like he lies all the time 

amazing

SHES LIKE WE DIDNT STAY IN THE CHAWL IT WAS ALL A LIE

Shes saying we stayed in a 5 star hotel

im dying this is great

“MAINE JHOOT NAHI BOLA” 

LOL SHIVAAY

Shivaay keep slipping

what the hell is this track how am i supposed to take this seriously

hes pretending hes on the phone and is like if you want to say something then stay it to my face not behind my back

Annika is like DADI YOU KNOW WHAT IM LIKE main moon pe bolti hoon

hes like yelling doesnt make it the truth

and bishh why are you listening to our convo

shes like im talking about my husband Shivaay aapko kyun takleef ho rahi hai

LOL BECAUSE MY NAME IS ALSO SHIVAAY SO I DONT LIKE IT IF SOMEONE SAYS SHIT TO ANOTHER SHIVAAY

WHAT

Shes like remember when we took those Wows

and hes like Vows

“aap phir beech mein bole?”

LOL SHES LIKE SAB JHOOT THE

LOL SHES LIKE SHIVAAY IS SO KANJOOS

“Kanjoos Makhii Choos Singh Oberoi”

SHES LIKE THE ENGAGEMENT RING WAS NAKLI

BYYEE

HES SO MAD LMAO

Shes like dadi look do you see a diamond?

SHES LIKE ITS GLASS

SHES GONNA GIVE IT TO THE KABADI WALE

shes like sir aap phir bole??

Amazing

2 CRORE KI RING????? LMAO SHIVAAY

Shes like its not that cheap we want something good

SHE WANTS THE DINNER SET IN PLACE OF THE RING

Shes giving him the ring

SHIVAAY IS LIKE STOP

shes like bitch sit DOWN

hes like ok it has no value but emotion naam ki bhi koi cheez hai na 

hes like dadi you know what i mean help her understand 

Annika is NOT having it

shes like if the one who gave it doesnt care about emotions toh maine kyan emotion ka achar daloongi?

she asks dadi if shes ok with it and shes like its your ring you do what you want

“Sir aapne sun liya?” This roast is amazing

hes like who told you this ring is fake?

its a wonderful ring

shes like i thought so to

SHIVAAY IS FAKING BEING ON HIS PHONE TEXTING

same

shes like kahaani suno and hes like im busy

so now shes telling dadi

shes like i saw this ring on some tv serial and you know them they wear fake and borrowed things

Shivaay is not having it

LMAO SHIVAAY

he sent the poor guy away 

Annika is enjoying this ahah

hes like its a vintage ring did you even look at it

shes like hadh hai, you remember the colour, clarity, that its vintage, but not the person who he gave it to

Tanya is here to ruin our lives

he left with her

Om and Shivaay having a moment

he wants Om to tell him a shayri

and On is like ???

Shivaay asks for a hug

CAN I GET A HUG TOO?

Om and Annika have a PLAN

theyre trying to get him to slip

Om is bringing up hisi fam issues and marriage issues

hes like nvm we’ll talk about it another time

“Gauri se jhagada hua kya?”

Om is like how the fuck you remember Gauri but not Annika

Now he sees Annika and Tanya’s reflections

He said he was listening to Tej and Jhanvi

what a shit lie Shivaay

Om is like only you know what and why you’re doing but know you’re breaking someone’s heart

THIS IS SO SAD

Shivaay internal monologue

until he figures out Tanya’s game plan he has to keep faking

Tej is looking for paperwork

ohh something slipped out

a photo of Shakti and Tej and theres blood on it

Kalyani Mills? 

He got the same note Pinky did

OH MY GOD DID THEY BURN PEOPLE ALIVE

Jhanvi hears a recording of her

what the fuck

I swear this shit is gonna be like qubool hai can we please do something different Gul

she recorded it years ago, the day the mills burned down

and she also got the note

what a mess ass shit

Abhay what are you doing who do you think you are

he has some original painting and hes gonna give it to the art exhibition people only if they leave Om alone

why is he so hell bent on them being their bhai? Like ya’ll aint bhais or even close for that matter

Shakti got the same note

the exhibition people agree

they signed the papers

LMAO WHAT THE FUCK

ABHAY JUST SPRAY PAINTED THE PAINTING

WHAT IS HIS ANGLE

Shakti and Jhanvi at the mills

Exhibition people called Om and being cooperative

ABHAY WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS HERE

hes so damn sketchy

Tej, Jhanvi, Pinky and Shakti att the mills

this is QH all over again

only the 4 of them know this raaz

ok so what was the raaz about Shivaay before the wedding? was that even anything?

Theyre all turning on each other

GAURI

OHYB MY GOD MY QUEEN

GAURIIIIIIII MY LVOE MVE LOVEEE

Oh ok so the explanation is that her mom was sick so she went to Bareilly

she didnt even tell ANYONE?

SHE SAYS SHE CANT LIVE WITHOUT HIM

SHE WANTS TO FORGET EVERYTING AND START A KNEW

SHE WANTS TO TELL HIM SHE WAS GOING TO ENGLISH CLASSES

AND THAT SHE LOVES HIM

OH MY GOD AND HE THINKS SHE WAS CHEATING

OH MY GODDDDDDD

Shes calling him

Watch Om not answer because hes petty

oh shit he answered

wow he really just hung up

shes gonna text him that she’ll be home in half an hour

OMKARA WHERE ARE YOUR COMMUNICATION SKILLS

BHAVYA TOO

a dude came to bring her sweets

officers walk in a tell her theyve heard shes been talking bribes

OH SHIT MONEY IN THE SWEETS

what the hell is happening

back on the adults and their nonsense

Arjun calling Gauri

he wants her to talk in English

HER ENGLISH IS GETTING SO GOOD

he taught her through internet

HE WANTS HER TO SAY HER DIL KI BAAT TO OMKARA WOW IM PROUD

OH MY GOD

SHE SAID I LOVE YOU

AND OMKARA HEARD ONLY THAT PART

GOD DAMMIT MESS

he looks like a creep ahah

ok but Om how are you mad you treat her like trash

Bhavya is being suspended while shes being investigated 

Gauri is gonna give him the card she wrote all her feelings

OMKARA 

Hes happy to see her?

HES HUGGING HER NOW

Wow theres the asshole

im so confused what is he doing

Gauri is so happy

She says she has something for him, a surprise

he says he has one for her

HES GONNA BREAK THEIR RISHTA

OMKARA NEEDS A GOOD OL FASHIONED BEATING

Precap: Shivaay asks Annika if shes afraid of the dark then why does she come alone

shes like you dont remember me but you remember that im afraid of the dark

she asks him how much longer he’ll deny the truth

shes like im your wife Shivaay

LOOK HOW HURT SHIVAAY IS THIS IS BREAKING MY HEART

aaaaaaand heres Tanya

[cryprev]

Dad of the Year

Craig remembered when he first became very good friends with Robert. Okay, maybe “good friends” is an understatement because the guy was so hard to read. He was the kind of book that you opened and there was porn mags, and maybe a type of knife, fuck it the whole aspect of the book is ruined with whiskey stains. So, why wasn't Craig turned off by it? It was all so confusing, but he didn't judge. Craig himself wasn't always a dad who never quits, in fact Kegstand Craig was a guy who would lay himself in his own personalize puddle of alcohol and puke trying to stomach down burritos on the floor. Those were the days. Craig rubbed his neck, a nervous habit he picked up(Probably due to the stress), but the words that came from Robert’s lips made him think a lot more than he should. “Don't give your girls a reason to hate you.” Robert didn't seem drunk but he was a sober drunk. Even if he was drunk you could never tell. At least maybe that’s what Craig thought. Craig didn't even get a chance to ask him what he meant he was like a bat out of hell leaving the BBQ. That seem like forever ago, but it clearly wasn't. Craig stared at the door, wondering what lay ahead. Maybe Robert wasn't here, maybe he could leave just pretend it never happened; but Craig and Robert both knew that there was no playing pretend. ‘Guess there was no point in beating around the bush.’ Craig thought as he knocked on the door. There went a minute and no answer so, Craig of course thought no one was home. Swift turn later however, he was greeted with a gruff grunt. Craig turned his head back to see the very worn face of a man who's seen many things in his life. Tell me Robert, what HAVE you seen. Craig turned around to get a better look at the mess that was Robert Small(Nevermind the mess behind he’d observe that later). Robert was leaning on the door frame, the tough guy jacket slightly askewed, and it looks like he just fell to get to the door but was playing it off as cool. Craig noticed the slight grey in his brown hair. Greasy. Suppose he doesn't shower often? ‘Don't make assumptions Craig.’ Craig silently scolded himself. “What do you want?” Rough voice to fit a rough man. Craig swallowed, he heard a faint sound of pleading from it though, like maybe he should wrap his arms around Robert and tell him that whatever was leading him on this path was on going to get better.

But of course Craig didn't even know half of it. In fact not even a fraction. “I was going to ask about what you told me, bro.” That bro part was strained, did he mean to do that? “Course, you did. You know you’re a real funny paper kid. You’re a real dad of the year to your kids and you can't even figure out what I said?” Robert replied, jump a little, and continuing with his words: “You gonna stand out there? Or do you wanna come in? You like whiskey? I got whiskey.” Craig would happily decline that. Craig hasn't had a shot since his rough college days. Craig soon stepped in this humble abode, and God his house was a mess. Clothes strewn everywhere, the small bar he had for mixing drinks was scummed probably from him drunkenly leaning over it. Wait..Was that chair tipped over on the balcony. Like the laws of gravity didn't affect Robert’s house. Ah, yeah this brought back painful memories now that Craig thought about it. However, he had good ones too when he was binder drinker. “No, uh that’s fine. I don't drink really anymore.” Craig replied finally. “....Dad of the year.” He mumbled then poured himself a glass though Craig felt he had too much already. “Dude, can you please tell me what exactly you meant? Im kinda getting a little lost here, and you’re not really telling me anything.” Craig was kinda frustrated. Alright, frustrated. Thankfully, smashley...Er..Ashley had the kids for the weekend, while he did this at pretty much the earliest he felt he could. Robert’s face was telling two different stories and Craig was getting spun in them both. Robert took a sip, still looking at him. At that moment Craig felt like he was naked and Robert was staring at each sharp turn on his body. Maybe he could hear his heartbeat too. Is this... The kind of effect he had on someone? Craig swallowed the nervous lump in his throat and blinked at him. Suddenly a laugh erupted from Robert’s slight alcoholic gut. “Have you ever had your kids say they hated you?” What? Craig was so confused by his question but he answered truthfully. “Uh well, every kid tells you that when you maybe like punish them fairly over something, dude.” Wrong answer. Robert stops laughing and untwists the whiskey bottle cap. Smooth pouring, but rough going down your throat. Craig winces. “Aren't you lucky..” He said and Craig noticed the swallow when he tipped the bottle up. No glass. Craig knew this, he saw it a lot when he was in college. Those people who would hang around the bar and drink their issues away without actually addressing them later until they sober up on their lawn or someone else’s bed. Craig inhaled and tried to compose his frustration. “Are you okay, bro-..Robert?” Perhaps bro talk wasn't the best for this. “Peachy.” He replied with the bottle in his hand and his shoulders slouched. Robert moved with such...Grace. At least enough grace for a drunk person to have. Craig was now face-to-face with this guy. “...How do you do it.” Robert breaks the painful silence. Craig was taken aback. “Excuse me?” Craig answers but he was shook when he felt the hand of the other on his shoulder. “Tell me, how do you do it?! Craig i'm not stupid, you use to be this drunken fool in college, you don't think I don't listen? I listen what you tell people. How could you turn your life around like a fucking flip of a coin?!" Craig had to hold the guy, because now Robert was leaning on him, thick alcohol filled his scent and Craig almost gagged but he held on. Craig, as he was propping him up, walked him to his bed and watched him rub his face. Craig's eyes soften. This guy was really hurting. Craig moved his hand to touch Robert's, for--maybe support?--The dad was coming out. He leaned over to feel his sweating forehead, possibly to see if he was running a fever. Craig didn't know why he found himself locking lips with this guy who gave him a cryptic message. Probably because Robert’s free hand pulled his shirt collar down and now his laced lips poisoned Craig. When he pulled back, Craig wiped the saliva from his mouth. Robert...You weird ripped up book. “I am on a path of killing myself kid..I've been eyeing my favorite pocket knives lately.” Craig’s eyes widen a bit. Was he? Craig suddenly felt his heart rate go up, scared of the idea of this guy wasting himself away like that. “I got nothing left..I lost my wife..I lost my kid..Might as well lose myself now.” Robert kept talking but it felt off to Craig. His mind was on what he said before. “...Bro..Robert..Dude..” Craig was sputtering now, like a child. Strong arms went around Robert, which probably wasn't comfortable, but Craig couldn't care less. “What..Are you doing kid?” Robert was confused but he sounded like he had some kind of surprise in his voice. “Bro, I know it's tough right now, I know you hate yourself and I don't know what exactly happened between you and your kid..But..Fuck dude, you don't deserve to die. You’re killing yourself because you think you deserve it but..” Craig found himself soaking up Robert’s shirt. Why was he crying? Craig was scared. There was silence. “I can't fix you, but I can help you fix yourself, I use to be like this. I use to destroy myself just for fun not because I was sad. But, I saw my twins take their first breath and I was... I was set man. I couldn't do that anymore. They deserve better... My wife at the time deserved better..." Sounded like Craig was talking to himself at that point. “You deserve better than this, but it only starts with you, bro.” Robert was still silent, but a hand moved up to touch Craig’s hair. “..Val’s coming down sometime soon and I don't want to screw it up..I feel like I already have and I haven't even see her yet.” Robert responded. Val? Craig knew he had a kid but he never went into detail about her. Craig leaned up. “I know..You’re afraid but me and the rest of the da-.” Robert put his hand on Craig’s mouth. “No, they aren't. They don't know about all this. Not my self destructive tendencies..Except maybe ‘him’.” Him? God was there was still so much to Robert that Craig hadnt gotten. Craig sighed softly and decided not to say anything until Robert spoke. “You’re right yknow.” Fitness dad blinked and lifted his head again but his chin was on his chest. “What do you mean?” Robert cleared his throat. “I should start trying huh.” Craig lifted himself up. "Yeah, you should. You need to better yourself for Val. I mean, I have no idea what it's like to lose a child like that, dude. But...it's not unsalvageable. If you're willing to change, and if Val can see that, then you deserve a chance." “God...You really are dad of the year. Shit.” He laughed and pushed his hand against his eyes to block out the only light source in the room. “Bro, you have no idea.” “I have one.” He felt Robert’s free hand on his waist. Silence. “..Rob.” “Hm?” “I’m not a good cheerleader, my daughter does that but..I'll be here to help you at least. I know what it’s like to be wasted on the floor and having no one block the sun out for you, drag you to bed, or give you pain medication for your head..But..I'm here..If you ever need anything.” Robert was silent again but he leaned up to kiss him once more. Still laced with whiskey. “..I'll hold you to that kid..” Craig was ready to leave but without Robert staring at him as he went out the door. There's that cool lean on the door frame again. “Hey..Uh..Craig, you..You’re cool, we should hang out again.” Craig smiled back at him. “Sure dude! Maybe we could go on a BRUNch.” Robert was a different man, and Craig knew so little of him. Robert was an closed book that had ripped out chapters and ripped edges, burned book spine and you could hardly stomach the writing. Yet, Craig was hungrily wanting more and he would be back for more. There had to be more..There  always was in this neighborhood huh? After all it had its own secrets.

[whifferdills]

“The Doctor Falls” quicktakes:

the cybermen scarecrows both make no sense and tie into so totally and terrifyingly into the overall theme of 'normalized horror' that if anyone is nitpicking based on Logic im gonna have to ask if you've ever enjoyed a piece of fiction, ever

Bill holding 12 is Iconic. the dark mirror of that one photoshoot where Sophie Aldred is carrying Sylvester McCoy. Companions Carrying Around Dr Who Forever

"how many times have you died?" "how many different ways?" like o.k. might be revealing too much of myself but this scene was hotttt

NARDOLE running away with purpose. that face

"oh, am i a woman now?" "well, kind of" "kiss me" "make me" "would you like to be alone?" im....fuckin. yeah

"which would mean more than it usually does" i n n u e n d o

that SONG what are they dancing to. if i remember to edit this i'll try and shazaam it

"old school, nice for a change," Simm!Master says while stroking his beard

Simm remains the slimiest of all Masters and the continuing sense of Missy playing along either to impress him or to play him or...these TWO

"Round??" "It's a little bit" "Shut up" THIS TIME LORD OK

shades of...what's that one where Simm pushes 10 around. Simm v much wants the Dr under his total control, but i think Missy would hugely prefer informed consent

confirming all origins of the Cybermen while dissing Trump and pulling off an unlikely plan: dr who in a nutshell

like even if what happens at the end did not happen, in an ideal world where narrative tropes are equally distributed, this is precisely how you'd do a conversion-type story. the emphasis on the character reacting against the monster they've become. having Bill be human!Bill for the most part really, really works

and the Dr being the only one who sees her, shades of "Last Christmas"

PCap going hard in the paint, dang

"Knock yourself out", and she does. nice

"Seriously, I need to know, is that true?" oh there's so much here and they're so close and it's just. how she looks at her hand after the dr lets it go, and rubs her face, and everything gets weird when dealing with touch telepaths

BILL MY GIRL GO GET EM

"the Doctor's dead, told me he hated you" "yeah heard you the first time" new dynamic: master/missy/nardole

the whole...dangerous person everyone is afraid of has a particular weight, when portrayed as a black lesbian. it's both kind of hinky and is getting at a really deep emotion, there. like sure it's not ideal but for Bill, dunno. this just seems like it rams in hard into her fears in an empathetic way

once again i do believe the Bill & Thete comparisons are deliberate

Bill looking into the mirror like...dang dude

Jelly baby?

aw the quiet whump, 12 is already broken and about to get more broken and. MY BOY. NO

they're so quiet, both of them. this scene is so heartbreakingly underplayed until the "i'm FINE" im

Bill yes i love you and support you

"why can't I be angry" ohhhhh that's a loaded line. maybe not played out so great but. yes. ask this question more, in your fiction

Nardole goes native once again. i love how him being a Computer Genius was woven into the series so he could save the day. nice organic arc, that

Bill & 12 brotp tho oh jeez these two

fuck off Simm!Master. so good at being slimy, and i love it, but a decade on am once again prepared to side-eye anyone who finds him Cute or Hot. he's a fuckboy, right

12's about to do a "Caves of Androzani" please no

Bill realizing 12 can't save her fuckin...fuck

"as my friend...i don't want to live if i can't be me anymore" and instead of "OH but i can SAVE THE DAY" the dr just says "...yeah. i gotchu. but - maybe?" and it's. thank.

 s o n i c  u m b r e l l a

is Simm!Master now sufficiently obviously gross enough for people to not write fluffy uwu fanfic

BILL MY GIRL

"Is the future gonna be all girl?" "We can only hope" CHINBALLS ARE U LISTENING

aw them three together pointing their sonics while Simm yells "kILL ITT" "well done, genius twins"

Nardole and his new girl...yknow, im happy for them. i like them. best of luck, godspeed

 "is it wrong that I... "yes, very" HOLY SHIT AKDIPAHFFHPIAFHPIAWk0R-RY*@%@

kind of a Night of the Hunter vibe here

and a "Listen" vibe

Nardole was found on a doorstep

god the Dr's desperation here, how they just want to be kind even if it kills them. this is My Dr Who, right here. and aw Pcap stop making me tear up

"just to the end, just be kind" thank you murray gold and etc for shutting up, this scene really benefits from a lack of music, can u imagine how much a standard Gold riff would ruin this (sorry i uhhh. like i enjoy gold in broader stories and sometimes he nails it but im not hugely a fan)

and how Missy almost, almost stays

and dR WHO please PLEASE oh god ohgodohgodoh

Them RTD Cyberman Noises

t h e  a p p l e  o f  d i s c o r d

like...okay this was not my dream ending for Twelvedole but the 'fuck off i'm a criminal im gonna ruin this so' and the 'you're stronger' and the.....fuck dude. and Nardole sort of saying goodbye at the tomb/elevator and then going on to live his life...it's bittersweet but i can deal

"You sure?" "You know i am" Aoufqurgo3qrq69r5674248148rfyhwekjs9d8f2q9(((((((((*^

"I need you to be big, and I need you to be brave, and I need you to follow me" NARDOLE

"Now that? was very really nicely done" i'm gonna fling myself into the sun

the Dr won't ever know that she meant to stand by their side and it's so them but it hurts ok

"You know how I go for girls and people my own age" and you're expecting like, oh god, not again, not another companion with a crush on the Dr, but then she says 'no hetero' and the dr's like 'yeh' and they blow themselves up together platonically. friendship goals

my headcanons about Koschei regenerating into Missy on Gallifrey are now kaput but i love, love love love, that they both shot each other in the back while giggling

remember that any character on this show is dead only until someone wants to bring them back

the dr won't ever know that missy would have stood by them and that's so...so them, and it hurts, but it feels right

12 naming off all the times Cybermen fucked shit up. here is where Murray Gold is good

"Let it go" im, i cant

when heather came back is when i outright started crying

BILL LIVES. in a different way. BUT FOREVER AND ALWAYS

but plus 1 to all of us who called heather coming back may they travel thru time and space happily, good luck and godspeed

hit or miss on that dude playing One but rn am erring on the side of it working for me

the Xmas special is gonna destroy me

am genuinely surprised there was no 13 here but i can deffo live with that

"i can fly anything, even you" oooHHHH

OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH

nice

Bill's the Dr now

woo-ee-ooooh oh dogg was that a riff on Clara's theme just fuck me up fam

tbh i feel like 12's earned their 'i don't want to go' more than ten like it's just that they want to stop more than anything

again the xmas special will ruin me

but yeh i liked this story ok

[jey-chan]

" The forgotten temple and the secret heritage"

Okay this strange idea come to live after a post that @just-servamp-trash​ rebloged, and im going to warn you beforehand: THIS IS A FEM MAHIRU, SPIRITUAL, MAGIC GIRL, IDOL SCHOOL CIRCUS AU! SO IF YOU DON’T LIKE ANY OF THIS GO BACK AND RETURN ONLY IF YOU ARE GOING TO BE JUDLESS AND GIVE IT AN OPORTUNITY IN YOUR LIVE. I am clear? (ps: sorry if it was much caps but Im so nervous that I can just jump of my window) 

 key claves are:

“whatever the character is talking”

‘when its thinking”

/speakers /

flashback

Me: with that let’s go to this and forget about it in the future *craying*

Mahiru saw the building that will be her house in the next 3 years.

It was tall, and simple. A little too dark to her liking but is was nothing that she couldn’t deal with.

Making a fast approach, she locked in the paper that was in her hand that had the number of the room and evidence she was supposed to be there.

You maybe wondering: what kind of place is it? Well, the answer is simple: a circus school.

Okay a circus, idols, intern school. Did I get it clear? And before you start asking more questions let me continue with the story.

You see, Mahiru's mother was a very good illusion mage, and compositor. She studied here (her uncle says so) and was a quite famous but when she got pregnant, she left the scene to be with her family. Unfortunately, the dream was short lived… a drugged guy in a car killed her in front of her daughter upon a tormentus noon.

And Little 5 year old Mahiru was adopted by her circus leader uncle. He never fails to make her smile and he supports her when she needs it the most, and of course she just wants to follow her family business and one day be a true member of her uncle's circus (that currently is in a friends care, but her uncle still goes to wherever they are to check if everthing is ok, and make adjustments with the law if there are needed).

That’s and a little pep talk (with her uncle and friends) was make her enroll herself in this place.

Alice’s Garden Circus and Talents School.

A place that her family have lived for three generations (according to the records) and she was going to be the next best compositior and illusion clothes and lights maker in Japan or she isn’t called Mahiru Shirota.

“mmm… that’s odd. According to this im supposed to be here but… apparently I'm the only one, there's not even the keykeeper of the apartament.” She said to herself after going to the Sloth building, for the making class.

She looked around to make sure there isn't another living person, before going upstairs and opening the door with the number one on it.

‘maybe there aren’t so many students in this class’ she thinks.

The apartement was simple, little and comfy. Like the one she left this morning (it was in the next town) already loving it, she goes to see the asinged bedroom and found it similar to her one in downtown.

It has a nice little balcony, a comfy looking bed, a little deck was in the left wall and clothes was across the door.

Curious, she got to the other room and found it locked, so she went to explore the rest of the place, finding the kitchen and the laundry. With a smile in her face, she undid the curtains and started to clean a little, but a little moaning sound made her stop and look to the sofa.

In a little corner, a black cat was trying to shield himself from the light.

“Aww! You are such a cutie. How did you come in? and…” she carried him to an eye level, noticing the smalls cuts in the fur. “What happened to you?” Mahiru shook her head and went to the bathroom with the cat in her arms.

Once she bathed him and bandaged some of the most nasty cuts, she got a collar with a bell and then attached it to his neck.

“Here. I hope you will like it, Kuro.”

 “Kuro I’m going to class. There is some food and water. Se ya later”  

Kuro.

It was a good name. the voice that give it to him is was a calide one.

But the presence was so familiar and at the same time, so new. He recognised the presense but his mind didn’t want it to be true.

The last astral master for the sun temple died 15 years ago and no one has awakened the power so… who was the one that has this similar presence?

His injuries didn’t make pain anymore so this person somehow had cure him and that's something very difficult, I mean with the amount of energy he have they were supposed to be in his body for ar least another two days.

Opening his eyes, he saw that he was in a dark room with a bed.

‘Where am I?’ he asked himself, ‘last I remember, I was running for cover after that weird dude got me...’

He looked around and after he made sure no one was here, he puffed to his human form.

His cat ears move a little at sensing an new thing around his neck.

“What a pain…” he says. “Apparently this person just made the first step to a contract with my other form… I hope I can make it retract it before it’s become a big problem”

With that in mind the strange blunette went to the kitchen and started to search for something to eat.

He found some instant ramen and started to make it.

His mind goes back to that terrible day that his last master died.

“Hey…Ash… what are you going to do if I’m going and there is no one to watch over the temple?” a man in a kimono had asked him one morning looking through the traditional window.

“Well, I have promised that I will look after your life and the temple so if you are going I'm going to take care of it until the next one come in…. or the temple fall whatever happens first” he had answered with a lazy expression in his face but with fear in his soul. Why he have to ask that in the state that he is now?

He dosen’t have the vitality of yesterday, his body is more weak than before and his spirit was flashing like a bad flashlight before shutting off.

He didn’t want him dead. He didn’t want to see him die.

Its was a bad pain in the heart and in his mind to see them die, he have seen so many deaths and he knows they are in a better place (save for one little troublesome soul who refuse to go wihout seeing a female descent take over the family business or cut apart the tradition, and see the world together) they all have past that is peacefull and painless but still it hurts him to see his friends and masters go one by one from the only thing he cannot protect them from: illness and death.

He shook his head. Of course he can protect them from death, He can save them from it but… he dosen’t want to force them to live with this disgusting second life of his.

Of course, it is not his decision so he always makes them the offer and if they say yes then he has to make them like the second part of him…

But since he is an animal guardian spirit for temples too, they had become a neko spirit… but that is the only theory. None of them have said yes.

They all have said no, and had gone to the after life.

Now, the last one is going to see the others before him and he will be all alone again… no one will be here to help him going through the pain that he has been regretting. There will be no one to need his protection and no one to make pranks or someone to pet him in his animal form.

No one that will tell him what to do and how to make things better or someone that tell him if he is wrong or not.

No one that will save him from little kids that will play with his long and puffy cat tail.

He knows that time is up and the person at his care was going to die soon.

“Sleepy Ash… I… there was this girl I really loved, and she loved me too, but… for her happiness and health, I conviced her to let me stay here to fullful her dreams and destiny… I'm both glad and sad that she did it. She was a free soul. I didn’t want to make her a prisoner here so I let her go and until now I know she is enjoying herself for the two of us…”

The guardian has known about that girl. The Illusion circus trapezist, dancer, and mage. He didn’t know the full history about them until now.

“… In her last card she wrote something that I have yet to understand but… can you make sure they stay safe and free? Please? You only need to check every now and then to make sure they are still free and themselves. Please. It will be my last wish, Be yourself and accept a new family if you are offered to”

The family guardian has taken his human form and went to meet his last master eye to eye.

“I Can promise you I will do everything that is in me to make sure your wishes are doned. I cant make my self to move one the way you must like but I will try….its the lesst paint way so I going to do it”

The brunette smiled and made his last laugh for him.

His most trusted guardian.

“Be free and enjoy yourself. You will find someone special for you one day. Someone you will really love as a equal and become your true master, human partner, and friend… so when that day comes, please don’t be afraid of a helping hand and may the wind favor you”

The young adult saw him one last time.

“Thank you Sleepy Ash. For everthing that you have done to my family and for being here when I grow up and…for staying here in my last moment” and with that the autumn colored human closed his eyes and exaled his last breath.

 He was so distracted by the memory that never saw that his tail made a mess in the floor and that the door was beginning to open.

His ears were processing the information that the tv was showing and didn’t hear the “I'm home” from the person with the same voice that gave him his new name said.

He didn’t feel it until is was so late.

 Mahiru came to the apartament after a very tired first day at this new school.

She had made some friends and had the opportunity to meet some important and spectacular people, like Krantz-san. One of the best managers that she knows.

It was a good day. She had some assignments, like start with some costumes for the cultural festival that was aimed for the mid of term but it's better to start now than be sleep deprived later.

She opened the door and said the common line “ I’m home” but this time she said it to a strange noice in the living room.

‘did I leave the tv on?’ she asked herself before she saw the silhouette of another person.

She panicked for a second and took the broom to try to hit the strange person that invaded her new home but… something made her see it in a new light.

Were those cat ears? And were they moving?

Curiosity took the best of her and she unconsciously went to the blue haired boy without advice taken.

“T-they are real?!”

The persons reaction was instant.

He flew to the wall and with a puff sound the same black cat she left this morning was in the ceiling looking around in a very fast way.

“K-KURO?! A-ARE YOU A NEKO?!”

The cat recognised the voice and put his eyes in the new comer.

‘No… I-it can't be…’

In front of him was a girl that resembled a mage girl fom his past and his last master.

‘You've got to be kidding me’ he said to himself before going of and turning to his human form, his ears and tail flapping in the landing.

“When I'm in this form please don’t say my name” he needed to make some points here first before he can try to explain to her and him the fact that maybe she was the last sun gifted for the ruined temple.

“Y-your name? I didn’t know you have one! And I thought you where a simple black cat and I named you Kuro for-“

She has said it.

Of course she has to do it.

The second step to the contract of his other part has been completed.

The light that made a circle and a shine around his neck and her wrist disappeared with the same force that came to live.

“ W-w-what was that?!”

“What a pain…. You just made a contract with me…. So troublesome, I could die… what's your name” if he needs to be with this person for the next 24 hours he better know her name and… that will give away his suspusion.

“hu? M-my name? well-KYAAAA! D-DON’T P-PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! T-THERE IS THIS CREATURE AFTER ME!” the deserate cry made them look at the window.

Somehow it was dark and there in the backyard of the school gates one of her new friends was being attacked be some strange creature.

“How troublesome…. What is a demon doing here of all places? And why does it have to be powerful enough to make the shadows block the sun?”

That make the girl see him.

“A demon? Th-that thing is a demon?!” and without saying another word, she took the broom an started to run towards the door.

“w-wait t-the limit distan-“ a blue line appears on the neck of the neko boy and made him puff in his cat form and fly to the door, landing in his new masters back.

The girl fell but inmediately grabbed him, and continued with the running.

“W-why are you running? Isn't it better if you call someone else?” Kuro said in a monotone voice.

“I’m so done with the ‘let's hope someone comes and help them’ and the ‘who is going to make it?’ no one wants to be that someone that can make people die in the bad time” was the answer.

She put him down once they came close to that monster.

“If you want to run then run, but I will be that someone that will help him. He is my friend and if I don’t do it then who will?”

And with that she went off to go kick the beast with the home broom and once the demon sees her she become a little paralized before running back.

“S-Shirota?”

“Run! I got it, so you run! And that will be the last time you call me Shirota! Call me be my name Mahiru, not by my surname!” was the response of the girl.

‘S-Shirota?’ the mind of Kuro goes back to the last wish of his late master.

“Can you make sure they are safe? And if they give you a new family accept it”

B-but that’s is impossible. THERE WASN'T ANOTHER SHIROTA FAMILY! N-no more Shirotas were born after his last master h-how is that possible?…

“there was this girl and… we may or not may have had an issue... before she left”

New and forgotten lines were poping up in his head while he saw the girl running and kicking the demon with the broom.

“…. In her last letter there was something I didn’t understand yet, but… can you find them and make sure they are safe? If they are a free soul then let them be, but make sure they are safe and don’t go for the bad. Can you?”

“HAA!”

The scream that the girl did make him focus on the situation at hand.  His new mistress was about to be killed by the demon hand.

His body moves on its own.

Becoming a living sheld for the girl and the demon weapon.

With a powerful kick he made the thing fly some yards.

His hand got to the place that was in the new injury. It was a profund one and with his current energy state he will not be much help.

That demon need to be killed before it becomes a mayor threat but he just can’t do it… his astral levels of mana were low and the fact that he hasn't drank any blood in the last five centuries didn’t help.

“H ha haha hahahaha did you really think that you can make something? Hibrid Guardian? You are so low in energy! Haven’t have enough energy since the last fight with the demon gang and if I see correctly you haven’t drank any blood right?” the demon starts to talk and make fun of him.

“B-blood? W-what does that mean?” the neko saw the little terror in his new mistress.

“Haven’t you told her? Wasn't she supposed to know because of her heritage? “

“M-my heritage? W-what is it talking about?! I don’t have more heritage than my mom’s and uncle circus!”

The demon laughs more.

“Hahahahaa so it was true?! hahahaa the last suns son have a adventure with the moon and wind daughter? And that the proof of it hasn't been in the temple for the last 15 years allowing us to roam free again! HAHAHAHAHA! I am so depth you one stupid girl and so I shall make your death less painful” a terrible laugh echoed in the middle of the desert school.

“but first… let me tell you a story. You see, the animal spirit guardian here its something that is more powerful than all the guardians since the original ones times. And do you know why? Well that’s because its not only a stupid animal spirit but its also a vampire.”

The eyes of the girl open in a big state.

“Oh and that’s not all, you see, this one has a bad habit of not taking blood if its not nesessary, for more than five centures it has been giving his power for the mana energy of the sun temple and its priest..but now that the temple is in ruins and there is no more Shirota priests to give him some energy he needs blood to make this fight more interesting ooh but… you will not do it right? Take some blood to make sure there is not danger in the world like you promised your last master”

Kuro was abut to say something in his little rage state when a hand in his jacket made him lower himself. His mouth meets fresh skin that got ripped apart and was soaking with a metallic and warm liquid.

It was running in his mouth like a waterfall and soon it was needed to be swallowed before making him drown in the strange, addicted liquid.

Other two rapid shallows and he took apart his tooth for the liquid fountain. His thought took all the remains that have fallen to his lips and chin savoring the metal, spicy and sweet combination of  crimison.

“If you need some blood then you can have it. I don’t know if what he says is true but I will help you because you are now my friend and friends help each other” the voice of the girl made his way to his brain.

His ears and tail stay up with grace and energy.

A metal chain with blue and black energy glow made its apearence, between the back part of his neck and around the wrist of the bleeding arm of the girl.

With a little turn around he saw the determination in her eyes. Those eyes that remind him so much of his last master.

The wind made her honey hair dance in the way the magican lover of the last male Shirota.

And the suddenly rush of mana energy that flowed through the chain made all the question despair in his mind.

The sun power was not lost.

He had his first commander as a vampire and a new one as a guardian animal spirit.

And both were his first female ones.

He now was kuro the Servamp of Sloth and Lion Spirt guardian of the sun temple that was at the service of the first girl descendent for the Shirota family clan.

“Hear me now you bad thing! I am Mahiru the third of the Shirota and Windmoon clans! And now you are going to pay for your action against this world in the name of the Sun Temple and the might night secret! There is not way of escape for my guardian spirit and servamp Kuro the Sleppy Ash of Sloth and for me. The Simple alliance of clans, Eve of the Sloth and Priest of Simplement” the words left her mouth in a instinctive form.

She didn’t know what she was saying but somehow its feels right to say it.

It's like when you see for the first time your parents and know the sound that you need to make for recognizement.

It was all so strange and at the same time so right and natural to her.

“and now I going to punish you in the name of the eclipse! Kuro go for it!”

The servamp and spirit guardian go after the demon with a speed similar to the sound.

His claws go through the steel skin of the monster and made him stay quiet.

“My mistress has ordered me to give you a fair court” his ears and tail moved in a synchronized way that was hipnoticant, beautiful and scary at the same time.

“Your laziness will give me the information I need to know your crimes,” a strange blue and black mist start to glow in a lazy form from the movement of the neko parts.

Mahiru saw in the mist all the things that her enemies have done.

“The judgement has been done. You are found light guilty and so, you are going to be purified be the lazy sun!”

A gust of energy passed by the chains to the claws of the guardian cat vampire and in a orange and blue light the demon become dust and lights balls that made its way to the sky banishing the shadows and giving the moon room to shine and give some calm to the earth.

“W-what a pain...” kuro fell to the pavement once the chains disappeared.

“K-kuro! A are you okay?” the voice of the girl made his ears twich.

“I’m so done… I haven’t fought like that in 34 years… and I'm so sure tomorrow I will be in such a pain… I need to sleep” was the only response of the cat vampire guardian.

“Oh… im glad is nothing bad…” the girl fell to hers knees and sat down next to her fallen vampire.

“I thought for a moment tha… you will leave me too…” and with that last comment she passed out.

The ears made a movement at that sentence and the curiosity made him see her.

“What a pain…” he says once he saw her.

With some effort he got himself to her side and made sure she was still alive.

And felt relief to find that she was alive. Only some bruises and the bleeding arm.

He closed his eyes searching for the like to his brothers and finding the only one he was sure to call for help in this kind of situations.

‘well’ he thought before the darkness took him to sleep, ‘I think he can rest in peace’

Without knowing a spirit saw all of the fight and was now smiling to himself

“look at this Sunbird, you have found the answer to that strange letter, didn’t you?” the spirit said to the moon.

“what is the future going to be now? This is going to be interesting to watch”

Oh and you are right mysterious spirit.

The things are going to be interesting for now..

  okay that’s all for now. I so done whit this. if this got enouth support we are going to make it count. and if @angel-of-music-hyde-no-longer chan is okay to be our beta for the rest of the story that’s is.

 ica mayolo xinompaqui and see you latter!

  *hides and never come back*

[hjh-ceilo-monster]

Band AU : Cheiloproclitic (JJK.)

“Will it be a sin if I want to taste that mouth of yours?”

WARNING : This story contain a theme of religous believe(a lil bit).I’m not try to be offended with people believe,just use for entertainment in the story only.Nothing that I write can be confirmed as real (reference from horror movie that I watched here and there so I don’t really know).Anyway don’t take it serious and please,enjoy.

Author POV.

In the room around the corner of the dark alley,the music can be heard loudly in there.The rock tune was in the air.7 boys was practicing their songs and the clock was ticking.Minutes turned into an hour,they noticed the time on the wall.

“That’s for today guys.I hope our live tomorrow gonna be lit!”

“Yeah hyung,I hope so.”

“Gotta go guys,we need to visit our mom first before we go home.Uhh well actually his mom.”

“Yeah just practice a bit individual alright?”

Everyone noded their head.Then the leader dismissed every member in the band.Everyone bidded each other a good bye before they went out.2 out of 7 were left in the room quietly.

“Don’t you need to go and find that girl?”The leader asked his guitr player.He was indeed youngest but,the best player that he could find.

“No hyung,I don’t think she will want to see my face.”His brother felt upset about it,he can sense that.Of course,Jungkook’s look was a bit scary.However,he was such a marshmellow,soft and lovely when it comes to his personalities.Namjoon alwasys knew that fact.

“But you never talked to her,don’t assume things.”Namjoon tried his best to convince his little brother to meet the girl.He actually didn’t know who she was, but he knew that this girl wasn’t an ordinary one if she could shake Jungkook’s heart.

“Try to talk to her once,if it didn’t work then we’ll find the way.”jungkook sighed and finally accepted his hyung’s advice.Sooner or later he would need to talk to her anyway.

He packed up everything and left the room.Carrying his guitar on his back,he walked straight to the old castle up on the hill.There was a garden before he would arrive the castle and that was his target.

“Breathe in and g,you can do this Kook.”He mumble with himself.He walked into the garden and tried to find the (his) girl.Strolling along the borderless yard,he found a petite figure on the tree.Hanging one leg down to help her body balance. She was reading like always,but her sense told her someone was watching.She looked down and saw him.

“Oh there,hi.”She greeted him with a smile.He froze in place.Trying to figure out how to return that bright smile.“Uuuhh,uuummm,hi.”He greeted you back with a smile(which he tried to).

“I’ve never seen you before,are you a new worker here?”She asked him.He shook his head.“I’m a neighbor and I saw this garden was so beautiful that I needed to stop by.”

Gosh,how can he create that lie.First,his house was way too far to notice this castle.Second,He stopped by because of her.“It is right?I grow everything in here by myself.”She smiled again and his heart skipped few beats.

Although the conversation didn’t start smooothly at first,it was in the end which brought a second and third.Every time he finished practicing,he would stop by and talk to her.

Their conversations made them become closer and closer.It was like one of their routine in every day.Atleast if they didn’t talk,they would greet each other with a smile when Jungkook passes the garden.

“I want to watch your band live.”Y/N told Jungkook.Every time he finished the practice,he would always tell a story or two about his band.She really wished she could meet them all.

“Tomorrow be prepare then.”Jungkook replied which littted the spark in your eyes up.You was so excited about it that made him chuckle.“Easy marmalade, you gonna fall down the tree.”The nickname ‘marmalade’ made you turn red.The crimson color brushed over your white skin and it became darker and darker.

Y/N POV.

I finally get to see Jungkook’s band.He always tell me different stories about it and now it’s my chance.I never get permission to go outside,but this time I want to go.I want to see what’s outside this castle region.I walk into my step dad room and talk about it with him.

“But I never get a chance to go out.I have no one even a friend.”

“You are mine and don’t dare to disobey me!”

He shout in my face.Roaring out his anger toward me.I run out and cry along the way to my room.Why I need to stuck with him,just why.Why my mother need to give me to this person who didn’t even love me as his daughter.

He treat me like a slave.Although he is a pope,he is actually an evil inside this pope look of his.I hate him.“I will escape some day.”I mumble with myself and cry myself to sleep.

The sun nearly rise from the horizon and I am aware of that.I quietly step out of the castle and then walk along the street.I don’t want to live there anymore,not with that person in the castle.I remember that Jungkook talk about his practice room around the orner of alley.I follow the street signs until I arrive.

I push the bell.The bell ring one time and no response from anyone.I ring it the second and third until the door open.“I swear if you guys fucking p- huh?”A tall guy swear out loudly and stop at the middle of his sentence.“Who are you?”

“Hi...I uuhh Jungkook’s friend.”I tell him while facing the concrete floor.“Oh you must be the ‘girl’ he talked about,come in.”He let me in without hesitation.Wait, did say Jungkook talk about me?Gosh that embarrasse me.

“Hyung,who arrive thi- huh?”Another guy who wear only boxer walk down the stairs.I squeel and close my eyes with my hands.“Oh shit sorry,sorry.”He run upstairs and disappear.

“Sorry,Tae can be uumm weird sometimes.I’m Namjoon by the way,the leader.” He introduce himself and I introduce mine.We then arrive in the kitchen in no time.“I was tryint to make breakfast but well you arrived.” “I’m sorry if I interrupt you.”

“No it’s fine.You save the kitchen believe me.I tend to burn down a lot of things in here before I get a breakfast.”I chuckle with his reply why scratching his nape.I offer to help him and we both start our session.

“Smell really good,you really im- oh,is this the girl you talk about?”Both of us turn back with everything set in the plates.“Hi,I’m Jhope and this dude is my step brother,Taehyung.”Taehyung guy hide behind and peak his face out from the back a little.

We all start getting to know each other while eating the breakfast.After awhile,the others arrive with Jungkook as well.“How can you be here?”Jungkook ask with confusion write all over his face.“I remember the direction you give to me.”

“This is Jungkook’s girl?”The pale guy ask and everyone start to tease him.My face turn red all of sudden.“Stop hyung uhhhhh.”He settle his stuff down and walk to the living room.“Seems like out bunny boy upset.”The guy whose height nearly the same as Namjoon speak.“I’m Jin,the oldest and this is Yoongi and Jimin.”

“Hi..uuuhhh Y/N.”I reply nervously.They all look tough to be honest.That really scare me.“Hi”Jimin and Yoongi greet me.“I think you go get Jungkook to eat breakfast,tell him we’ll all discus about the live as well.”

I nod and walk out of the kitchen.Walking straight toward the living room.I call Jungkook who is now setting up his guitar.“Namjoon need you in there,they all gonna have a meeting.”He nod and walk pass you,directly to the kitchen.

“Why do I feel like he is angry,is it because of me?”The question run in my head and I start being upset.

Time skip : After the live finish ; Author POV.

After the live,she went straight back home without telling anyone.When she walked into the dark old castle,the danger reached to her in a blink of an eye.The evil stood on the top floor,stared down toward her fragile body and prepared to do something.When she saw it,her eyes widen and tried to run.

“Jungkook,did you do something to upset her?”Jhope asked his to make sure his brother didn’t done something inappropriate.“No I really did nothing hyung.”The boy was so confuse and upset right now.You never once left him without bid a good bye.

“Maybe is it because you’re avioding her?”Taehyung spoke.“Yeah that might be the reason.Are you afraid of us teasing you kook?”Jimin also agreed with his buddy.

Jungkook only noddded which make everyone sighed out a loud breath.“You don’t need to be afraid of that.We sorry that we might have gone to far.If you really like her why don’t you confess her properly?”Jin suggested while the other tried to encourage their youngest brother.“I don’t know if she li-”

“God damn,don’t make it look like a hard thing.You can clearly see she likes you.If not why she walk to Namjoon house?Didn’t you say that her house and our base is like from edge to edge of this city?”Yoongi stated out with an annoying feeling in his tone.

“Don’t be too harsh hyung.”Namjoon replied.“And for you buddy,why don’t you go after her and propose her right away.If it doesn’t work,at least you know why she was so upset that went out with no good bye?”He suggested the idea and everyone agreed.Looking (more like staring) at the youngest for the answer.

“Alright I’ll go tomorrow.Today I’m too tired and you guys as well.We need to have some rest before our next live.”

The next day,Jungkook went to the garden.He prepared flowers and other things he thought you’ll like it with him.When he arrived,there was no familiar figure on the tree or anywhere near the garden.He sighed and walked back home with broken heart.

Another day began and he did the same,still he couldn’t see the figure that he really missed.He always walked back home with broken heart but didn’t want to stop trying. That change until...

“I think this is wierd.”Taehyung stated.“She won’t be that upset to the point stop hanging around you.”Jin then continued.“Yeah,from what we knew after that day,she isn’t that kind of person for sure.”

“Hyung,I think something happened inside the castle.”All of sudden,Namjoon spoke and got everyone’s attention.“I heard story from neighborhood.They were talking about how they heard screaming came from the castle every single night.”

“We must find out,hyung please help me.”Jungkook literally had tear streaming down.He felt like Y/N was in danger.With the hyungs’ decission,they all started to go inside the castle.

In deepest floor of the castle,the chains’ sound can be heard everywhere.The screaming voice didn’t stop for hours.Her throat started to become dry.She wanted to get out of here so much but couldn’t.

“You belong to me and why you act like a whore?”Crash sound then came afterward.The blood was running down toward the cold concrete beneath her body. Despite that,she didn’t feel the pain anymore.She only feel numb and cold.

“Answer me!”Another crash hit her back.It triggered the red liquid to run out even more.She couldn’t focus now,too much blood was seeping out of her body and creating a pool under her feet.

“If you can’t obey me,then I’ll use the hard way.”He started to mumble something,chanted and stared into her eyes.Her body that weak already became weaker and weaker.She felt like she might pass out any second.The pope started his ritual.Brought out everything he’s been prepared for 3 days.He chanted something in an old language and made a mark on the floor.

“This is her house.”Jungkook spoke while the others stared in disbelief.“You sure this is her....place?”Jimin gulped loudly while Jhope clinged his life on Jin.“No time to be cowards you idiot.We needed to help this boy remember?”Yoongi curse and they all enter the castle.

“She’s freaking rich.”This time Tae spoke with astonished voice.Namjoon asked Jungkook how will they start searching for her.“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!”All of sudden,Jimin and Jin screamed.

“What’s wrong with you guys?”Jungkook asked them with annoyance in his tone. “W..we...see ghost!”They shouted while pointing at a figure not so far away from them.“Oh,you’re the boy that my lady talked about.”

The figure ran straight to Jungkook.“Please,sir,can you help my lady.She stuck under this castle in the dungeon.You need to help her befrore he kill her.” Jungkook eyes widen,Namjoon knew his brother well and asked few questions before let the lady in front of them led the way.

“I..I go grab the key.”She ran and picked the chunk of keys.She immediately led them to the dungeon.While they were walking,she told every single thing about what happened and gave Jungkook something.

“My lady want to see you but she can’t.She only hope to give you this.”Jungkook read the letter.Everything was clear for him now,he didn’t afraid anymore.She love him and now he needed to save

Time skip : 2 months after the incident

Who knows that this pope was actually the true evil all along.He finally ended up in jail now with the charge of murdured your mother which you have no idea about it and the other crime he did like sexual harrasment,robbery etc.

For you ang Jungkook,everything fell into its own places.You became the official member of their band well you knew the position.The boys accepted you as one of their family member which make you more than happy.

The castle also officially yours.You told the boys to come and live here instead of Namjoon hide out.At first they didn’t dare,but at last they entered in.Namjoon finally had home,the real one.He told you he would go when he’s able to find a new house himself.

“Cheers to the 2 month annivarsary of our kookie.”Jimin gulped down the champagne in one shot,Yoongi took time to enjoy it and sipped down,everyone except Tae chucked down the champagne into their throat.

“I hate alcohol.”TAe spoke and sip his cola,everyone then laughed.“I know right.” I joined him and he nodded while smiled at me.“At least I have you as my cola buddy.”

“Not so fast hyung.”Jungkook immediately cling on your shoulder.The hyung lines chucklled with how clingy Jungkook was with you.You didn’t mind though as it made you felt safe.

“Excuse us hyung,I have something to do.”He grabed you with him and exit the living room.“Kids be careful/Wear condom dude/Gentle Okay?”They were shouting while you both left.

You both walked into the room,guest room.You were impress with the decoration which you couldn’t recall you have.He gestured you toward the table.When you took a seat,he then blindfolded you.

“What was all of this for?”You asked.“Just amoment and you’ll get to see it.”You felt something tinglish on your wrist.When he finished,he took the blindfold out and you saw a braclet in your wrist.

“I never get the chance to ask you properly,will you be mine?”That was it.You jumped up and hugged him.You were so thankful of how kind he was and how lucky you were to meet him.You both released each other and just stared into each other soul. 

“Will it be a sin if I want to taste that mouth of yours?”

“No,not at all.”

He kiss you gently,caress you like you were a glass that was so fragile.Each of you exchange the love and passion through kiss.

Aye guys,I’m back for a bit.I just got a random thought.This was inspire by one of the tweet in twitter @kucinggendut​ .I hope you guys enjoy this one.Until then,see you next time,thank you for reading.