#especially since school started back up for everyone and we're all out of the house again due to work

[hwaslayer]

wildfire (cs) | intro.

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—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, eventual smut

—word count: 2.0k

—warnings: nothing much; cussing, very general description of research topics/neuroscience experiments including mentions of mice research (no details)!, mentions of infidelity (not oc or san)

—a/n: ty for being patient with me <33 here's the lil intro to professor choi 🤪 i think i'll keep the same update schedule i've had (every other weekend) but ofc will let everyone know if i cant update for whatever reason!! enjoyyyy this rideeee 🖤

Clunk.

San throws his glasses onto his desk before leaning back in his chair, hands coming up behind his head for a stretch. He had been working on his progress report for one of his grants since this morning, and he was starting to feel the migraine come on.

"Fuck." He mutters, pinching at the bridge of his nose before he gets up to grab another cup of coffee from his Nespresso machine— popping in a pod with a level 9 intensity into the slot and pressing start. It's around dinner time, but quite frankly, San isn't too hungry. He'll eat something small. He's just tired, especially because of this progress report. But, it's due next week and he needs to finalize his class schedule for the upcoming quarter at the same time. He won't have as much time to get through the technicalities if he waits any longer.

He's pretty immune to the different intensities of coffee at this point; having eaten it for breakfast, lunch and dinner during his postdoc years. It won't do much for long, but it'll at least keep him going for the next couple of hours before he calls it a day and lays in bed. 

When his coffee is done, he pours some creamer into his mug and gives it a good stir before settling back into his office. His house is too big for one person, but he enjoys the stillness. The quiet. He used to hate it. He used to hate when every corner reminded him of his ex-wife. Now, he's gotten used to it. He's learned how to live alone, how to enjoy his peace. He lets out a small sigh, taking a sip of his hot coffee as he resumes to look at the computer screen to his side. Suddenly, his phone goes off and he's quick to shift his attention to it because it's slightly odd for this time of day. People don't normally call him unless he's settled on a phone call meeting ahead of time, and he doesn't remember booking any calls tonight.

"Hey." San picks up when he realizes it's Jongho. Okay, so he maybe he lied. He does take a few calls from close friends, most who are also professors at the same university. "What's up?"

"How's your T15 report going?"

"Long. It's terrible."

"Well." Jongho laughs. "Perks of being you, I guess." San rolls his eyes. 

"Yeah, thanks. Very enlightening."

"Anyways, I wanted to call really quickly. I figured you hadn't seen it yet, but wanted to put it on your radar. I looped you into an email for a possible collaboration. We're trying to meet this week if you're free. Might be good to see what it's worth, could get us more funding. Open more collaboration opportunities in the future." San presses the phone against his ear, holding it with his shoulder as he navigates to his inbox on his computer. He has a bunch of unread emails that he'll eventually respond to, paying a tad more attention to the pressing ones when he has a moment. He's not gonna lie, he does ignore a few if it's not of interest to him, or something he doesn't feel like he can contribute much to. He'll typically respond with a 'so sorry, no can do' if people get pushy and constantly follow up, but for the most part, he does his best to keep up and respond where it's warranted.

San sees the email Jongho is speaking of, but right underneath it, he sees another email from a student inquiring about rotating in his lab for the upcoming quarter. He's always interested when students reach out to rotate in his lab, but he can't accommodate all, especially when he doesn't feel like his research aligns with their goals. He usually takes 1 per quarter if it fits, otherwise, he doesn't have any at all. 

Out of curiosity, he clicks on the email since it has been awhile since anyone rotated in his lab. 

From: yn@atz.edu To: choisan@atz.edu Dear Professor Choi, I hope this email finds you well. My name is Y/N, and I'm currently a bioengineering grad student who is interested in rotating in your lab for the upcoming quarter. I have been thinking about diving deeper into computational analysis, mice behavior, 2-photon excitation and opto-stim work. I've spoken to your postdocs, Sunwoo and Belle, about their current projects and potentially collaborating since they seem to be touching up on all these aspects. I was hoping we can find a time to meet and chat a bit to see if it would be a good fit. The deadline to submit my rotation selections is coming up, so I'd like to make sure we meet beforehand. Let me know, happy to work with your schedule! Best, Y/N Y/L/N

The thing about San is that he's pretty good at picking up on a student's vibe through their emails. It's the tone, the professionalism, the way they write and carry themselves. He can tell when some people are a little more egotistical and ignorant, and he doesn't want people like that in his rather small, but mighty lab. His current grad students and postdocs all get along well, and they're bright people who are very passionate about their work and studies. He doesn't need people thinking they're above the others. In addition to that, he can also tell when students are just trying to get their name on a published paper doing work in his lab, or when they're just trying to wing their way through grad school. It's a shame, but he definitely has come across a few students in his inbox. They do exist.

You, though? He's intrigued. You seem bright. Genuinely passionate about the specific areas you're interested in diving into. Poised. He appreciates that. He quickly scans over your CV and the little blurb at the bottom that highlights the work you've done in your undergrad years and internships. Your work history. He sees that you've already dipped your toes in a few of the different areas you've mentioned. Worked with a few professors he knows. You've volunteered at a couple of places.

An all-rounder.

"Did you see it?" He almost forgets he's on the phone with Jongho.

"Mm, yeah. I'll respond in a bit, I think I can meet on Thursday. Sorry, I just got a little distracted. Saw another email about a potential rotation student."

"Gonna take one on this quarter?"

"Maybe. If it fits. She seems to be interested in a lot of the work we do. She knows Sunwoo and Belle."

"Oh, nice. That'll be cool."

"What about you? Taking on a rotation student?" Jongho is an assistant professor in the electrical engineering department, and he is often bombarded with inquiries himself. He usually always has a rotation student, and they almost always choose his lab to work in after their rotation program is up. San doesn't blame them— Jongho is brilliant, and his work creates a lot of different pathways for students to navigate and try. San's can be a hit or miss; it's quite niched, and students often find that it genuinely is tough to play around in his field.

"Yeah. Think so." 

"Alright. Thanks for giving me a heads up. I'll check my calendar and respond in a bit for sure." San eyes the email. "It does sound like a good collaboration."

"Figured you'd say that. Thanks, my guy! Take it easy and good luck on your progress report."

"Appreciate it." San gives off a toothless smile even though Jongho can't see him. He slides his phone off to the side and checks his calendar, upholding his promise to Jongho about responding to the email ASAP. He keeps his email short, letting the group know he can make the meeting at the desired time on Thursday to talk about the potential collaboration across labs.

Then, he pulls up your email and checks his calendar once more.

From: choisan@atz.edu To: y/n@atz.edu Hi Y/N, Thanks for your email - for sure! I think there's a lot of possibilities we could visit, especially with Belle and/or Sunwoo's projects. Can you pop into my office on Tuesday morning? 10am good? We can chat then. — San

"Oh shit." You slow your chewing when you see the email notification pop up on your screen during dinner.

"What?" Felix asks, turning his attention towards you and causing Jiung and Eunchae to do the same.

"Professor Choi answered my email."

"That was quick." Jiung takes forkful of food into his mouth.

"Professor Choi as in San or Jongho? Cause they're both hotties." Eunchae swoons and twirls her hair, making Felix scrunch his nose.

"San." 

"I'd kill to be a rotation student in their labs." Eunchae giggles. "What'd he say?"

"To meet him at his office on Tuesday to chat more."

"Well, that's good! Which other labs were you looking at?"

"I'm not sure. Song Mingi, Kang Yeosang, Jeong Yunho. Kim Namjoon—"

"Isn't Professor Choi's ex-wife with Professor Jeong now?" Jiung looks up with a squint.

"Yeah, apparently when it all went down, it was a mess." Felix chimes in, and you continue to type away at your phone. "Imagine your wife having an affair with your bestfriend."

"Harsh." Jiung does a head tilt.

"I guess they don't interact much anymore, do they? Seems to be water under the bridge."

"I don't think so, but Professor Lee works in the Chemical Engineering department so they might have to from time to time if students in her lab wanna be co-advised or collaborate with him. Professor Jeong, though."

"Awkward. At least they can keep it civil." Felix shrugs at Eunchae's response.

"They lowkey have no choice." Felix looks up in thought before shrugging. "Still sucks to know your bestfriend was involved."

"Seriously." You add.

"Either way, those are good labs to possibly rotate in. It'd be cool if you could get into Namjoon's lab. Heard he's cool as fuck even though he's the department chair." Felix tosses his napkin into his empty paper bowl.

"Yeah, same. I'll keep you guys updated." You send off your response to Professor Choi with a small sigh. "There. Hopefully my rotation will be settled for the quarter."

From: yn@atz.edu To: choisan@atz.edu Hi Professor Choi, Yes, I can meet you at 10am on Tuesday. Thank you, and see you then! Best, Y/N

"Maybe you'll get more out of the rotation, especially with Professor Choi." Eunchae nudges your side and you let out a small yelp before you playfully pinch her bicep.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jiung snorts.

"I'm just saying, he's successful. A hottie. Young. Single—"

"Here she goes." Felix lets out a breath.

"Bro. Calm down." Jiung laughs. "He's still a professor."

"What if you two get close during rotation and he falls in love with you?" She looks at you ever so seriously. 

"Relax." Felix laughs. "What kinda movie did we fall into?"

"Eunchae, please." You poke her cheek. "You know we rarely ever see the professors in lab. We get like.. five minute meetings with them and that's about as much of a personal interaction we'll get. They're busy people. Sorry to burst your bubble, bae." She shrugs.

"It was fun to think about." She giggles. "But no, that'll be a good experience for you if you get to join his lab for rotation. The others are great, too. Is he your first choice for a dissertation advisor, though?"

"As of now, yeah. But, we'll see how it all goes."

"Keep us updated." Jiung sips some water. "I think I need to reach out to one more professor for this quarter. Needa figure out my shit before classes start."

"Same." 

Meanwhile, San sees the notification from your email pop up in the corner of his screen and he immediately presses on it. He smiles a bit when he realizes how easy scheduling that meeting was— most of the time, people say they'll work with his schedule but end up pushing back. He slots you into his calendar before he can forget and switches his attention back to the progress report he's close to finishing up. 

San thinks it'll be nice to host a rotation student again, as the experience has always been useful, eventful, productive. He thinks it'll be like any other time; the experience being useful, eventful. Productive. He trusts in his group, the students, to come up with great ideas and be able to execute from start to finish.

So, he doesn't think much of it. He thinks he can hand you off and trust you with Belle and Sunwoo.

Little does he know that's where he gets it all wrong.

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[north-kieren]

HEYY RED I LOVE YOUR CONTENT

i just came here bc i wanted to ask how bakugo was in your MHA DR

I'm glad you like it 🧌🖤

In 1a I mainly hang out with him, kirishima and a few others like 99% of my free time when I'm not doing something else like sleeping like the dead or fighting for my life somewhere off campus 🌚🙏🏽 me and bakugo had a very rough ish start if I'm being honest. People with big egos just piss me off more than anything else (cough cough because of my Cr dad cough) so I'm always just immediately irritated a bit when I meet people like that so it's nothing surprising. It's okay though because of course later on I moved past that and we ended up alright. When I decided to shift to mha, I basically knew nothing of it fr nor the people I was gunna be surrounded with, I was just focused and excited entirely for the whole quirk and hero shit yk.

People like bakugo, to me, are people that you will need to have patience and understanding if you want to befriend them (it feels weird talking about him like I'm giving advice to single mothers out there or sum about how to deal with an unruly kid 😭 I promise guys seriously he's not that bad at all he's a very good guy especially later on, which is why I said PATIENCE because again, he's a person that goes through a LOT in a short ass amount of time. Understanding and balancing that with your own standards/personality is key.)

My personal relationship with him is mainly just me tagging along as much as I can and eventually he just let it happen. Same thing with kirishima as well, like the reason why I even put up with his attitude was because I genuinely could see us becoming friends in the future and that's exactly what happened. Before I left, we were the closest we've been since I've been shifting to this Dr, I mainly say this because I started to withdraw from everything, school, our usual training and gym seshs, hanging out together or just being in each other's presence, I just stopped and that's what made me realize that he either got so used to it that he noticed this pretty much immediately, or he actually values our friendship (that was shady ik I'm only half joking)

Hes genuinely a good guy, again, like of course he's got his flaws but so does everyone else. Besides, we're all teenagers dude, of course we're gunna be messy. ESPECIALLY with everything happening like the hero course, and villains getting in the way, legit just making life harder for us than it already is yk.

.....his parents too? My god. I bout moved in and kicked him out of his own damn house honestly, they're both so lovely. Truthfully, they're such a beautiful family, their relationship is something I envy like hell😭. ANYWAYS

I feel like I don't talk/post about my friends back at UA so feel free to ask about any of them.

11:11 as I post this go shift yall

[four-toast]

Nessa’s first serious fight with Barty and Evan?

I've been thinking about how to answer this literally since you sent it. I've gone back and forth between a few ideas, but ultimately settled on this.

It started slow, a long, drawn out series of a bunch of minor disagreements that culminated in a blow out argument.

Nessa knew that she could basically get away with murder, and around her 13th birthday, she started to test the limits, just to see how far she could go. Small things at first (all while she was at school).

She dyed her hair (a friend had a camera, so she took a picture and sent it home), which was met with indifference. Their reaction: "Alright, cool. Would've preferred she asked or talked to us first, but I don't really care."

She gave herself a nose ring on her right nostril. Again, took a picture and sent it home. Their reaction: "Don't really understand why she didn't just ask, I would've done it safely. She should be glad it didn't get infected."

She started skipping class. A lot. To the point where her professors started writing home. Their reaction: "She's a smart kid, why is she acting out like this?"

She started sneaking out at night. At first, she'd just sneak into Rigel's dormitory and hang out with him, but then she started walking through the dungeons, and then the rest of the castle. She received plenty of detentions and now prefects, the head boy and girl, and her head of house all were writing home. Their reaction: "This is getting ridiculous. If she's got something going on, why wouldn't she talk to us? She knows she can come to us with anything."

It all came to a head when she got herself suspended for a week after getting into a fight with a bunch of students on the Slytherin Quidditch team (Yes, her own teammates. She's a Slytherin, but easily could've been sorted into ANY house). Rigel, Luna, Harry, and Ron were involved (mainly trying to break it up) and they received detentions. It was at this point that things came to a head.

Barty and Evan were summoned to Dumbledore's office and when they got to the school, EVERYONE was wondering why they were there. News travels fast at Hogwarts, so everyone already knew about the fight, but they didn't know she'd been suspended. A lot of the older students knew who they were immediately (because of the tattoo shop), but many of the younger students and Muggle borns had to ask their peers. One thing's for certain: Evan and Barty are DILFs (No, I won't get off my soapbox about this ever) and they were met with jaws on the floor and stares.

When they got to Dumbledore's office, they had to talk with him, her head of house (still haven't decided if it's Snape or not), and the parents of the students she'd fought with. The fight exploded the minute they got home. She tried to shrug it off and act like it wasn't a big deal, expecting Barty and Evan to do the same. But they didn't.

They wanted to know why she was acting out. Was something wrong? Did someone say something at school? Did they do something wrong? It just didn't make sense. She'd never acted like that before.

She said that she figured they wouldn't have a problem with any of it because they didn't seem to care what she did. She wanted them to be angry. She wanted them to send her a Howler. She wanted them to worry.

Evan and Barty had been kind of afraid of disciplining her, especially because of their upbringings. The last thing they wanted was for her to hate them, so they preferred to let her do what she wanted and just be there to help pick up the pieces and give her the support she needed (but like, not in a spoiled brat sort of way. it was more like a "we're not going to fix all your problems because you need to learn to handle yourself, but we're here to help").

Things escalated from there and a screaming match ensued. Lots of tears, lots of words thrown around, and Nessa locked herself in her room. They left it like that until the next morning, when Barty and Evan talked and decided that they'd been too soft, too easy on her, and that they needed to discipline when necessary. No more letting her get away with a warning. They realized she felt like they didn't give a shit about what she did with her life and they decided to rectify this.

Their first order of business was to make her write an apology to each of the students she'd fought with, as well as Rigel, Luna, Harry, and Ron for getting them into trouble. They didn't want her sitting at home while they were at work (she got suspended, so she doesn't get to just act like this is a break), so they brought her to the shop every day and she had to help out. She was given more chores around the house and they made their expectations for her clear.

She took her punishment well. After all, she got what she wanted. She couldn't just get away with whatever anymore, and although the situation wasn't great, it helped all three of them improve their relationship. Barty and Evan never had a good parenting example so they're really just winging it. They learned how to discipline without making her hate them and they realized that it's not their job to be her friend, they have to be her parents.

I actually don't know if this makes any sense. I have a headache, but wanted to get this written down before I forgot. Basically, their fight was a big miscommunication, but it strengthened their relationship and helped Barty and Evan to grow as parents.

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[logan-fields-official]

How about the Logan and bullied reader post but with Ben finding out reader was getting attack by Brandon instead? 🗣🗣🗣

Yeah I can do that! Love the way we making requests that involve Barron getting his shit rocked!!! Also the fight is gonna get changed up for this because Logan still deserves his moment.

Ben Clark x Bullied Reader

Again we're starting with how some of the bullying went plus how he found out. Let's say you and Logan we're bullied together. You both just kind of stood there and took it, always comforting each other after and agreeing not to tell the others. Especially Ben since your dating him and you both know about his anger issues.

After the incident in the hallway with Barron and Logan you end up getting outed by Logan, surprisingly. It was quick to quick he nor you even realized what he said until Tyler commented on it. Ben just froze... completely tense. He look at you as if looking to see if it's true. To which you hesitate then slowly nod.

Ben just acted calm for a moment and while everyone was talking he walked off, heading off in the direction Barron went off. It took everyone a minute to realize Ben walked off the others weren't that concerned, but you and Aiden were immediately taking off to find him. To which you found Ben with Barron against the wall fist pulled back and ready to unleash all hell on Barron. You and Aiden both stop him.

-During The Fight-

You and the others had to keep a close close eye on Ben or else this fight would have been happening a lot sooner. But one day y’all weren't fast enough. It was a normal school day not to long before the day Logan and Barron fight. Ben had seemed calm to calm even for him. Almost like he was calculating something.

Lunch time rolls around and your walking with Aiden and Ben. Ben pauses and waits for you and Aiden to get ahead of him by a bit before he turns on his heels and b-lines straight for Barron. You and Aiden did not have enough time to react before Barron is slammed onto the floor and punches are flying.

Yours and Aiden's attention is immediately drawn to the sound of punches and cheering. To which had you both immediately running over when you saw Ben and Barron... but let's be real here Ben's a big boy, y’all are not gonna be able to pull him off of Barron. A teacher ends up noticing you and Aiden trying to get Ben off of Barron and immediately comes over to help and well it took a moment, but yall managed to get him to stop.

-After The Fight-

Ben is then dragged away to the office and Barron to the nurse. Ben wasn't that hurt just a few bruises here and there. You and Aiden are just kind of standing there in shock. Then you don't see Ben for awhile because well you still have to finish the school day.

As soon as School is over you follow Aiden on the bus just huffing wondering why Ben would do that. You knew it was to protect you, but still in your opinion it was stupid. Him getting himself in trouble for you. You immediately follow Aiden into his house and take off to find Ben who was in his room just chilling.

You just huff and sit next to him checking the damage from the fight while gently scolding him. He just shrugs slightly and wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer. In the end he just cuddles with you to help calm himself down.

[serxinns]

Could you do a yandere class 1A where reader is Aizawa’s kid?

Teachers Kid

(yan! Class 1a and platonic Yan aizawa x Aizawas kid reader

Tw: Mentions of abuse, Neglect and cheating

Aizawa was very overprotective of you as a kid Ever since your mom neglecteded you, cheated on him, and left the both of you with another scumbag, he remembered the way you reached your little toddler hands towards her while the snake cling to the scum's arm while they both giggled leaving while she said her final goodbyes it wasn't any Genuine he can hear how eager she was to leave this family the door shutted and you started crying calling out to the snake to come back with ur little grabby arms his heart stung he promised to protect you and to make you don't gotta deal with it again but 1st he had to take care of that woman...

•You lived with your dad your mom wasn't present in your life your dad told you that she did something really bad and now she's getting "Punished" Aizawa homeschooled you through elementary school to middle school it was fun at 1st but you felt a little sad when other kids played with their friends brought back cool stuff like toys and candy while you were stuck in the house either training with him with or without your quirk

•at a young age you dreamed of being a hero like your father and go to UA to be just like him as much as Aizawa loved to look up to you he could never let you be a hero but always shut the topic down with a strict warning you kept pressuring him trying to convince him, bribe him anything you even did the puppy eyes he secretly loves so much but he stood his ground and said no his final answer

•Aizawa was teaching his boring lesson to the class when he heard his ringtone but it wasn't his usual ringtone "Dad pumpkin spit a hairball in your shoe" he quickly turned his phone off flushed red in embarrassment he slowly turned to see the class in shock and some of them giggling a bit "YOU HAVE A CHILD?!"

• the classrooms were in chaos they were now fixated on their teacher's kid they were all asking questions about ur description, Quirk, Personality everything they wanted to know everything about you, Aizawa quickly quieted them down "Everyone needs to quiet down! Yes that's is my kid they're the same age as you all and is are HAPPLIY homeschooled that's it now let's continue " the class tried to answer more questions but Aizawa shut it down completely which made the class groan while Aizawa looked annoyed in the outside in the inside he was panicking, his class all discovered about you and they seem eager

•Even after school they all couldn't stop thinking about you whenever someone mentioned you in their heart. started to race and started to blush they haven't even met you yet so why do they feel this way... They gather around starting to wonder what are you

•while Aizawa was driving home he was just panicking even more his class found out about you he thought he was hiding. you so well why did he have to slip up he didn't want to put you in public high school it was just too dangerous especially if villains are now spawning up more commonly and he thought of something something he didn't like but it was his only choice

•"Y/N!, Kid we need to talk" you walked downstairs to see that your father was looking really serious like this was gonna be a long talk you gulped mentally "yea Dad also did you get my voicemail?" "That's the one we're talking about," your father said his eyes narrowing at you "But another thing since villains these days are commonly targeting heroes these days and I was worried about what would happen to you when you're home alone so I decided to nezu about enrolling you to Ua High-" just when you said that you jumped in his arms hugging him so tight "YES YES THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU" Aizawa may be defeated and nervous but seeing you bleamed up like you used to as a kid made him think you'll be fine "Alright then you start tomorrow im sure my class will love you"

[faifenaco]

house as a girldad? 🩷

I could've written my entire university thesis on this. I have a post here that highlights a few of my main headcanons/scenes I imagine, but if we're taking emotionally/in-depth takes, stick around... House never wanted kids. He'd said it his whole life. Growing up with John was already motivation enough to skip out on that biological milestone. We know that any child House has would be an accident* *Although, how joking was joking when Cuddy was looking for a sperm donor...? HOWEVER. He's also so much more of a sentimentalist than he'd ever be willing to admit, and it would show the most if he had a daughter. What starts out as begrudging assumption of his fatherly duties would almost immediately turn into genuine joy, especially after he realises that he can get out of almost every other responsibility as long as his excuse involves his daughter. Clinic duty? Can't—gotta pick her up from school. Late-night paperwork? She has a piano recital (and, yes, he would want her to learn piano, only to pull her out of lessons when he decides she's figured out the basics so he can teach her jazz specifically) For as much as he bitches and moans about her extracurriculars, he's the first to pick a fight with the other parents to defend her (e.g. "my kid'll kick your kid's ass before he figures how to spell karate"). He's the first to arrive and the last to leave, and makes a point to take an embarrassing photo (especially in later years). Cuddy, of course, would love having her around, though she would worry about her being a "bad influence" for Rachel. This results in House's daughter becoming an honourary duckling, using his office like a daycare (and the ducklings like babysitters). I mentioned this in my other post, but I do genuinely think House would train her to insult the ducklings on command. Super niche insults, too. He'd most likely come up with a hundred different possible scenarios, just to have a wildly (upsettingly) specific dig to have her reply with. I'm talking:

Chase: "The patient's got textbook Meningitis. Why are we ruling it out of the differential?" Daughter: "Are you stupid because your dad wasn't around, or is it because he was?"

Of course, the words "I love you" are a bit of a challenge for House, but they get easier to say as time goes on. By the time she's a teen, he's the one threatening to ground her if she doesn't say it back.

When the angst and rebellion era hits, it's not with drugs and alcohol (since they aren't a huge taboo in their home) but with bad music. I mean like 2010's indie stomp-and-holler bad (by House's standards).

When she's young, she'd be a near-perfect clone of him, though she'd deliver all his classic lines with a smile instead of a scowl and a Vicodin. The only difference once she's older is that she knows what the insults mean. This gets her into HUGE amounts of trouble at school, though her perfect grades keep her from suffering any severe consequences.

When she has her first real heartbreak, House would tell her to let everyone know that her ex has a "microphallus" and "ejaculatio preacox", and then take her out to a movie when she's inevitably suspended for it.

All in all, House would be the world's best girldad. That child would be his absolute pride and joy, and everyone for all of time would know it.

[lightningmcbuckley]

Got this idea for a drifting apart buddie relationship prompt.

The weight of expectation leads to misunderstanding and blame

The air in the firehouse kitchen was thick with the smell of burnt coffee and unspoken tension. They just finished their shift from a major incident. Everyone is tired and Buck especially, had been feeling the pressure lately. Since Eddie's return, he’d consciously tried to be the unwavering support system, the reliable co-parent to Christopher, the ever-present friend. But lately, it felt less like a natural extension of their bond and more like an unspoken obligation. Eddie, still navigating his own problems, often leaned heavily on Buck, and while Buck genuinely cared – he does, the constant responsibility was starting to feel like a weight he couldn't always carry with a smile.

After the particularly long and emotionally draining shift, Eddie was fretting about Christopher's upcoming big school project. "I just don't know how I'm going to manage this and work," Eddie sighed, running a hand through his hair rather dramatically – Buck notices.

Without thinking, the accumulated pressure bubbled over in Buck. "And you think I don't have my own life, Eddie?" The words came out sharper than intended. "It's always about you and Christopher. I get it, he's your son, but I'm always here, always helping, and sometimes I feel like it's just expected of me. Like I don't have my own things going on."

Eddie recoiled, hurt flashing in his eyes. But underneath the hurt, a different emotion flickered – suspicion. "What 'own thing'? we're practically living together!" He misinterpreted Buck's frustration as dissatisfaction towards Christopher. Eddie had been hyper-vigilant about protecting Christopher since Shannon's death, and Buck's outburst, in Eddie's mind, sounded like someone tired of the responsibility of being around his son. "And what's that supposed to mean, Buck? Are you saying you're irritated being around Christopher now?" Eddie's voice was tight, laced with a defensiveness that surprised Buck.

"What? No! That's not what I meant at all," Buck protested, instantly regretting his outburst and now horrified by Eddie's interpretation. "I just meant I have my own stuff too, sometimes it feels like..." He trailed off, realizing the damage was already done.

Eddie didn't seem convinced. He simply nodded slowly, his gaze hardening. The misunderstanding hung heavy between them, "I'll come back home – I mean to your house tomorrow." Buck quickly said picking up his keys, eyes anywhere besides Eddie's. A rift definitely establishing between them.

A few days later, they drove separately to the station. Buck went to get coffee while Eddie sent Chris to school. The moment they arrived, the alarm went off. The 118 was called to a chaotic multi-car pile-up on the highway. The scene was gruesome, with multiple injuries and fatalities. Both Buck and Eddie were running on adrenaline and fumes, the earlier tension and Eddie's lingering suspicion still simmering beneath the surface. Waiting until it boils and overflow.

During the extraction of a trapped driver, a crucial moment arose. The vehicle was precariously balanced, and a wrong move could send it tumbling. Buck, focused on stabilizing the wreckage, called out a plan of action. Eddie, however, was still wrestling with the thought that Buck might resent Christopher and, by extension, their entire dynamic. These negative thoughts clouded his judgment.

"Eddie, I want you to secure the chassis while I try to get to him", Eddie, perhaps subconsciously wanting to assert control or feeling like Buck wasn't taking the situation seriously enough (fueled by his misinterpretation of Buck's earlier comment), deviated slightly from Buck's plan. He acted impulsively, believing he had a better, faster way – to just hook the chains to the car's door post and reach for the victim.

Unfortunately, Eddie's action, caused a sudden shift in the vehicle's weight, momentarily jeopardizing the stability and causing a secondary injury to the trapped driver during the extraction. "What the fuck Eddie!??" Buck roared whilst trying to stabilise the victim from the driver's side. While they eventually got the driver out, the added complication and the driver's worsened condition weighed heavily on everyone.

In the immediate aftermath, amidst the flashing lights and sirens, Bobby was debriefing the team. Eddie, his face pale and etched with stress, turned to Buck, his voice tight with barely suppressed anger. "You weren't clear enough, Buck. If you had just explained it properly..."

Buck stared at him, stunned and hurt. "What? I told you exactly what I was going to do."

"No, you didn't!" Eddie snapped, the exhaustion, lingering hurt from their earlier argument, and the underlying suspicion about Buck's feelings towards Christopher all boiling over. "If you had been more precise, maybe this wouldn't have happened. That person is hurt worse because of it."

The accusation hung in the air, raw and accusatory. Buck, already reeling from the horrific scene and now feeling the double sting of Eddie's blame and the unfair mischaracterization of his feelings for Christopher, felt a surge of anger and betrayal. "Are you serious, Eddie?? I called it out. You were the one who went off-script. And for the record," Buck added, his voice laced with hurt and defensiveness, "I would never resent Christopher. How could you even think of that?!!"

Their voices rose, the tension palpable even amidst the chaos. Bobby quickly intervened, but the damage was done. The major misunderstanding about Buck's feelings towards Christopher had poisoned the well, making Eddie more prone to blame and Buck more likely to feel unjustly accused. The foundation of their friendship felt shattered, replaced by a bitter resentment and a profound lack of understanding.

End.

so how was it guys? haha (nervous laughter)

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Alright part 2 cause I need the serotonin this will involve Damian (this is part 2 to redhood taking care of the kids in crime alley)

Eventually after hours of work and vigilante shit getting done Jason aka redhood finally has some time to stop by and check on his kids safe houses though strangely he can't find any of them in they're usually places which is incredibly odd until he starts hearing lots of cheering and cooing coming from one of the side streets that lead to a dead end on one side of the abandoned alley.

What he finds when he walks over are the kids his kids in a circle surrounding a bunch of stray animals and some clearly abandoned animals, now Jason knows for a fact that these animals don't live in this part of town he's not adverse to feeding strays it's just he usually would notice the animals especially if he sees them frequently around Gotham and these aren't exactly what he'd call native to this part of town considering some of them looked freshly cleaned usually the strays would have dirty and muck allover there fur and paws covered in mud and the toxic rock salt solutions that have. Been used to prevent ice from covering the streets..

Eventually the kids then towards him with big hopeful eyes and says can't we keep them can't you take care of them I mean you said you just got a new safe house for everyone and that weird guy with the suit has been helping you take care of us we promise we'd train them well and keep them happy and fed and we'll walk them every day before and after school, WE COULD EVEN TRAIN THEM TO HELP YOU TAKE OUT BAD GUYS ESPECIALLY IF ANYMORE MEAN MEN COME AFTER US AGAIN...

Jason is taken aback he's never been in this situation before hell he can't even imagine Bruce or even Alfred in this situation he tried to think of what they'd do if faced with this decision but honestly both those options felt incredibly heartless, with a sigh he slowly pulled out his vigilante specific phone and looked at the weather for this week of Gotham and when he found that it'll be below freezing temperatures he found he couldn't say no at least not tonight, and maybe this could teach them some responsibility, but now here's the trouble what does he do if they decide they want the same pet he can't imagine theyd be willing to share one and animals tended to choose there owners as well ..

Eventually hood just sighed and goes alright guys you may take them inside get them warmed up and I'll see about getting some animal food and dog beds and blankets as well as cat toys, at least for this week since this whole week it'll be below freezing temperatures, beyond that I'm not sure if this is a good idea we're already on thin ice as it is especially with Gotham child services if they think for even a second any of you are living in filth with no supervision with an animal at that, one that could be labeled as dangerous or disease ridden I'm not sure that even Harvey would be able to bail us out this time so I want everyone to treat the next two weeks as a trial run show me your all adult enough to handle pet ownership, we're not putting them back out on the streets and we're definitely not going to allow anyone putting them to sleep if we cannot keep them i don't want any of you to be worried about that."

"Suzy you've recently been diagnosed with asthma and whole I have had you tested for allergies and it's all come back negative I want you to understand that in some people animal hair/fur can trigger your asthma quite badly, if that starts to happen I'd unfortunately be forced to take it away and re-home it and I'm not saying this to be cruel I'm saying this so you understand that your health is more important than owning a pet even if we love them dearly, though if that's the case whoever we rehome it to I'll ensure you'll be able to visit from time to time alright".

Each kid scoops up an animal one of which manages to pick up a fairly big pitbull and awkwardly waddles up the apartment complex stairs every now and. Again tilting ever so slightly to the side due to the weight of the animal meanwhile the entire time the dog seems to be happily drooling with it's great big pink tongue hanging out, a bunch of the younger kids have chosen to take in the kittens who seemed to be at least a year old, he's seen enough of Catwoman tending to stray cats over the years to recognize the older cats from the younger ones, one kid in particular seemed to have a fluffy bunny in one arm and a pug in the other, vaguely Jason felt as if he just opened a can of worms he was not qualified to deal with.. As the last of the kids and pets went inside he heard a crunching come from behind but when he turned around he saw no one

"Hey Todd it seems your delinquents have found my friends, I was taking them out for some air but they got away from me and when I was about to go out and look for them father had informed me that there's a new case he must work on and while he does so he needed me to patrol with dick, I had each of them chipped with my own specially designed microchips and tracked them to this location and I noticed your delinquents have taken a liking to them, maybe we can come to an acceptable agreement, your delinquents may keep and even care for my friends in exchange you allow me to teach them about the animals and proper animal handling and maybe this way they'll finally learn some culture, and you don't tell father I was bringing more friends to the manor".

"first off stop calling them delinquents they're good people, not soldiers, not delinquents, and most definitely not unworthy simply because they were born of lessor means, you don't see me dick or Bruce calling you an irredeemable monster that only cares for perfection simply because ra's is your grandfather, I thought you would've known better by now especially living In a place like Gotham and interacting with the people here, maybe Bruce has already failed you if this is how you see others of lesser means, I'm sure he'd be disappointed and so wouldn't dick".

...

Damian is caught off guard by how valiantly passionate Jason sounds when talking of those of lessor means, Damian did feel a bit of shame wash over him for calling the kids delinquents but how could he not feel this way they were all covered in dirt and muck and seemed to do nothing all day but chasing after an idiot like the red hood and not taking any real interest in creating a lasting legacy, or taking proper. Care if there appearances, it was barbaric how carefree they were running around, showing all those emotions, that was a weakness, a thing that could easily be exploited and used against you why couldn't they see that, why couldn't they see by openly running wild they were leaving themselves open to be hurt, it's dangerous to be this loud to take up this much space, they lacked discipline and-,..

Jason noticed that Damian's mood seemed to have changed from snarky know it all to his fake Bruce face the type of face Bruce would use when he's thinking really hard about a case but can't seem to quite crack the puzzle, and the type that usually resulted in bruce pulling out his own hair due to the stress and trauma, honestly in this moment Damian looked like a blank sheet in a sense facially it's a face he's seen before on other league members when a single free thought or word out of turn would lead to a severe physical punishment.

Finally Damian looked up almost looking like a sad scared child honestly like Jason probably did when Bruce first found him all those years ago stealing tires off the batmobile, and running around the streets,

"Todd I... Apologize, the- .. your acquaintances aren't delinquents, but they are disorganized, and it's barbaric, I am concerned that them being so open will only lead them to painful lessons later on if they're not careful, though I see now it is not my place to intervene or say as much, but I'd still really like to teach them how to properly take care of my friends I also have treats for them"-..

"it's fine, you may teach them how to care for the animals if you wish, but please try not to go on for hours about the history of how they got here or there ancestors, they're not like you, so keep it simple at least at first and then if they have questions answer them as they arrive, they don't have access to real school or top educations like you or dick did, what they learn is mainly thanks to me and Alfred and a program that's slowly being implemented by the locals around here, alot of them are former teachers, midwives, ECT before they had to quit there jobs or leave due to active threats to they're safety, and they're helping us establish a small school for basic education and educational skills they'll need later in life, also I'd like for you to be prepared as they may make fun of the way you speak and your accent as there's not alot of people around here that speak like you".

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 1.

Lil intro: Hi, my name is Y/N McClennan, I'm the older sister of Alan McClennan, but everyone calls him YeahYeah. I am 17 years old, a junior, and I have the best boyfriend ever, Phillips.  I love baseball. I used to play at the Sandlot with the boys, but when I started dating Phillips, the boys got really pissed at me. It's been about a year since I've touched a baseball or even talked to my old friends, which was when I started dating Phillips. This has been incredibly hard since the boys have been my best friends for as long as I can remember. However, the only thing  I can really do about it now is to accept the fact that I broke their trust. Especially Benny's. 

Actual Story: Y/N's POV

I was incredibly excited for today. It was finally the official last day of my junior year. After a long and anticipated wait, school just got out, and now it's time for one of my last summers in the San Fernando Valley.

Of course, as part of my everyday routine, I walked up to Phillips's locker. "Hey," I said.

"Hey, baby," Phillips replied as he kissed my cheek. He grabbed my hand, and I gladly took it, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something unusual. Benny was looking at us, and it was clear he wasn't too thrilled.

This made me a little upset and curious because Benny and I were best friends for almost as long as I can remember. The day that our friendship ended was the day that I told him I started dating Phillips, which will be a year in two days. Everyone except Scotty and my brother rebelled to get me off their team, and we haven't talked since.

I still remember how he looked when I told him. He didn't look pissed off, he just looked sad and disappointed. The pain in his eyes, the betrayal. I understand that he and Phillips don't get along, but as my best friend, I was hoping he would have been supportive. I didn't realize I was thinking so much until Phillips cut me off.

"You okay babe?" Phillips asked.

"Yeah, of course, I'm fine," I replied with a slight smile.

He turned around, clearly knowing I was lying. Benny was still looking at us. "You're looking at Rodriguez?" Phillips asked.

"Oh, um yeah. I just wanted to make sure he saw this," I said as I passionately kissed Phillips. I don't even know why I did this. I would've liked to have mended my relationship with Benny, but this just shows that I don't care. How could I be so fucking stupid?

We pulled away when we heard a locker door and a door slam. I looked at where Benny was standing. He was gone. I could tell he was infuriated. I could kind of feel his pain in a way. It was obvious Benny was irritated when he saw us before I made the rash decision of kissing Phillips in front of him. I should have just left it at that.

In all honesty, I've always had a little crush on Benny. The way he is so passionate about baseball, it's pretty hot. Once Benny and I talked about the future, and what we wanted. He made it very clear that he did not have time for a relationship, nor did he want one. I knew at that moment I had to move on. So, I went with someone who had put in the effort of trying to impress me and decided to give him a chance.

I love Phillips, I mean, he's great, and we're super happy, but sometimes I wonder how happy I would be with Benny. I really miss him. After all, he was my best friend. I'm going to talk to Yeah-Yeah when I get home to see if the boys would let me back on the team. They really were the best and most loyal friends a girl could have. And what did I do? I started dating their enemy. Like who does that? Thinking about it now, I see why they kicked me off the team, and I wouldn't blame them if they didn't want to be friends again.

After thinking, Phillips and I start walking to his house. It's only a couple of blocks, so we don't feel the need to drive. It's nice walking with him. It's giving me time to clear my head and push out any doubts that I have.

Phillips then breaks the silence, "Y/N, are you okay? You've been acting weird since we saw Rodriguez." I sigh and reply, "I don't know. I just really miss my friends. I love you, and you know that, but I just wish they would get over it." Phillips responds, "I know you miss them. You also need to understand that, besides Rodriguez, there's an age difference there. They're only 14 and 15. Them being like this is somewhat valid, they're supposed to be immature, you know? Rodriguez, on the other hand, that's just immature." I don't say anything; I just give him a peck on the cheek and smile. We look up to see that we're standing outside his house. We go in, start watching movies, and cuddle.

After we get done hanging out at his house, I kiss Phillips goodbye, get in my car that I drove over to his house before school, and drive home. I start bawling in the car. Phillips made a lot of sense, but it doesn't hurt any less. I reach my driveway, park my car, and then head inside my house. I walk to Yeah-Yeah's room to go talk to him and see how the boys are doing. Once I get to his room, he's not in there. I guess he's still out with them. I then walk to my room and try to go to sleep in order to prevent myself from crying again. 

After struggling to fall asleep for a few hours, I left my bedroom. I look in Yeah-Yeah's room to see if he's home. He's passed out cold. I have no one to talk to currently, so I  walk to the one place I can fully clear my thoughts. 

Lmk if y’all want part 2!! <3

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Hi, first of all, I loved your Heather x reader headcanons SO much!!!!!!

Thank you for writing it!!!

Can I ask for a part 2?

Like an AU where Heather survives to the mall massacre, and her and the reader ends up being part of Sam and Deena group to stop the killers?

That would heal me!!!!!!

OF COURSE!! I've always though Heather would've made a great final girl with Deena and Sam since so many of the other important side characters get killed off-

I hope you enjoy!

Survival

The shock she would be in after not only having Ryan try and kill her but wash him die above her-

I'd say she takes plenty of time off from school and work but, Shadyside doesn't have that much empathy, so she only gets a day off.

I don't think they mention if she's in marching band or any sports but pulling a page from Robin's book let's just say she is.

Would sneak you onto the bus with her when they're all heading to the Memorial thing. That's probably where she interacts with Deena, Simon, and Kate.

You'd be arguing with them about "The Witch". Your girlfriend was attacked by one of her friends AND had to watch him die, the reality of this shitty town isn't because of some scary story for kids.

She'd probably blow up at them if they kept talking.

"SHUT UP....You didn't know him, no one that keeps talking about it did! He was just a weird guy into video games and horror he wouldn't just try and kill people for something stupid like 'serial killer fame'...."

After the memorial and the car accident you two wouldn't seen anyone from the group till the next night or so.

Skull Face/Ryan showing up out her windows after he goes to Deena's would be the reason you're out walking to her house.

Her house is near the one Kate is babysitting at so when you see the group plus a Sunnyvale girl running in the street away from something they just kind of run with you into her house.

You and her are still pissed when Josh keeps bringing up "The Witch" and her supposed lore.

"So we're just supposed to believe a mad ghost from the witch trials hates everyone living in them town?" "Well I mean is it easier to believe ghosts or dead people coming back to life?"

She's read and seen enough horror content to know that going to the high school is a horrible idea.

She and you are waiting at the store when everything goes down.

Skull Face was after you and Heather. Pulling you away from her about to cut you open, only for Kate to ram into him letting you and Heather get away.

After watching the killers disappear after Sam momentarily died it's just fear and sadness left.

Heather and you join Deena and the others from that night in doing a small personal memorial for them that same night.

You two spend the rest of the night into early morning attached at the hip in Heather's room.

Having to see Ryan again after what happened, and watching Simon and Kate get brutally murdered was something that would probably never leave the minds of you two. Especially when Kate died saving you.

Heather was even more jumpy than the night at the mall, she'd hold in a scream when the phone started ringing non-stop.

You two head downstairs to answer hand in hand.

"Watkins residence..... what do you want?"

"C. Burman is still alive.... And...And something is wrong with Sam..."

Heather starts tearing up hearing Deena through the phone next to you.

"It's not over..."

AHHHH-I hope you guys like this!! I was originally going to post a Scream request I'm working on but it is taking a little longer than expected so I wanted to post this for tonight since I did say I'd post tonight- So to whoever requested Scream I'm sorry for the delay!!

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You and Remus hated each other. You both knew that, everyone else knew it, and you were okay with that. It was old news that had been around since the beginning of time.

No one was shocked anymore when they’d hear the two snap at each other in class. It was a common occurrence. 

The only times it did get annoying was when you two would fight in the middle of social gatherings. Especially due to the fact that you guys shared the exact same friend group.

You’d be sitting in the Gryffindor common room with all your friends, and as soon as Remus joined, it’d either get silent or extremely loud. 

Certain people (Sirius) called it sexual tension, but you and Remus found it ridiculous. And when you told Sirius that, he'd give you a look. A knowing look. But you would never let the mere idea of liking Remus like that seep into your head. It was wrong. You never stopped once to think about it.

If you had, you probably would’ve noticed sooner.

You would’ve noticed how you wait for him to join class so you can immediately bicker and have him bicker back. 

You would’ve noticed how you stare at him in “hate” when he answers something correctly.

You would’ve noticed how sad you get when he gives up on trying to compete with you.

Neither you or Remus saw the potential until the detention.

One single detention completely turned your mindset on Remus.

It was a cold afternoon when you and Remus found yourselves in detention together.

Neither of you usually get detention. But the cause for this one? Disrupting the class' learning. McGonagall had enough of it, especially since it had been going on the whole school year.

However, neither of you knew you'd be there together until the moment you walked in. There were no groans, but instead an awkward moment of eye contact.

Professor McGonagall had tasked the two of you with sorting out her homework for her to grade, and immediately left.

As you both hesitantly began the boring task, the silence between you was thick with tension. Bickering seemed almost wrong in this setting. The room was silent except for the sound of papers rustling against each other.

Halfway, though, all sound from Remus' side of the room paused.

"You know, this fighting isn't really getting anywhere, is it?" he said, but not turning your way.

You paused for a moment, studying him silently from the corner of your eye. There was a tone in his voice that you had never heard from him.

The walls you built up against him were slowly falling, and you found yourself speaking honestly.

"I guess not. But I don't even know if we can stop."

Remus smiled at you, his features softening.

"Well, we're both smart. Instead of trying to outdo each other, maybe we can start working together sometimes." He avoided eye contact as he made the suggestion, but you looked at him with surprised eyes.

The idea was completely out of the blue, but it intrigued you a little. To work with someone you had been at odds with for so long was an alien concept.

-

As you continued sorting papers, you and Remus shared thoughts about the subjects you both loved. It was refreshing to talk with him about something you both had knowledge in.

As the detention progressed, you learned more about Remus beyond the surface. You discovered his deep love for reading (you knew he liked reading, but not this much) and his strong loyalty to his friends. You'd never expect to see Remus this open, but it was surprisingly endearing.

When detention was over, the two of you had managed to make a lot of progress with the papers. As you walked back to your own common rooms silently, you both realized that there was some understanding now. Something shifted, and you weren't sure if you could really label what you had for him as hatred anymore.

Over the next few weeks, you found yourself seeking Remus out more often. You'd argue and tease, but it lost the harshness it once held. Your friends noticed the change in demeanors immediately. They could hang out with you two now without as many awkward arguments and silences.

Lily even teased, saying she'd be waiting for the wedding invites. You always rolled your eyes, though. There was no way you'd ever see Remus like that. Besides, you were just getting used to not disliking him.

But Lily really started taking note of every little thing after one interaction you had with Remus after class.

Remus caught up with you and Lily outside of the classroom, a shy smile playing on his lips. "See you tomorrow?' he asked, and as you nodded with a smile, you couldn't ignore the face Lily was making.

"What now?" You groaned once he walked away.

"You guys are in love! It's so cute."

You scoffed at Lily's comment, but you didn't even know how you felt about Remus. Yet, at least.

"That's ridiculous, Lily."

But as summer came along, you slowly started to notice how Remus seemed to go out of his way to spend time with you, even outside of classes and group gatherings. It made you feel a certain way, but you almost didn't even want to admit it to yourself.

~

One evening, you were sitting by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room waiting for Lily to return from the bathroom, when Remus approached you with a book in his hand.

"I thought you might like this one," he said, holding it out to you.

Sirius and James were at a corner table, silently watching Remus.

You took the book and looked at the cover, realizing that it was a topic you had mentioned during one of your conversations.

"Thank you, Remus. That's so thoughtful of you," you replied, genuinely surprised by the gesture.

Remus flashed you a soft smile, "Well, I noticed how much you were talking about it, and I thought it might be a good read," he said, a slight hint of bashfulness in his voice that you didn't miss.

Lily finally returned from the bathroom and immediately noticed the sweet moment between the two of you. She went over to James first before interrupting.

"They're so cute, don't you think?"

"That could be us."

And with that, Lily walked back to you in silence.

"This is so sweet! Is this the same guy you used to snap at every chance you got?" Lily looked at you playfully, watching your face heat up.

Remus blushed slightly, looking down at you shyly, "I can put it behind me."

You smiled, poking Remus in the side. "Oh, how mature."

As the conversation continued, Sirius and James walked themselves over to where you all were and sat down. The conversation quickly shifted to their next prank.

As you sat there, you noticed Remus stealing glances at you from the corner of your eye, making a smile form on your lips.

Over the following weeks, you and Remus spent more time together, but alone this time. You'd be seeking out quiet spots around the castle to talk and share random thoughts. Remus would bring you books he thought you might like, and you'd bring him chocolate and words.

-

Another afternoon, you were in the same spot as last time in front of the fire, but this time with Remus. He looked at you with a hint of nervousness in his eyes that you didn't really notice.

"I, um, I wanted to ask you something," he stammered, breaking the silence.

You turned to him and raised an eyebrow playfully, "Go on."

He took a deep breath and looked down at his hands before finally looking up at you. "Would you, um, like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? Just, you know, as friends."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling your heartbeat speed up. "I'd love to, Remus."

His face lit up with relief, and a shy grin spread across his lips. "Great. It's a date then."

You playfully nudged him, "Oh but it's a friendly outing, right?"

His blush returned, "Right, a friendly outing."

-

As the weekend approached, you found yourself looking forward to spending even more time with Remus. You had only hung out with him around the castle, but now you were hanging out alone alone. This somehow felt more intimate than watching the fireplace silently with him.

When day arrived, the two of you walked side by side around Hogsmeade, laughing and talking like you had been friends forever.

You shared a milkshake, (which you were overthinking about a little) talking about what you'd like to do after school's done. It felt like you'd come completely full circle.

You looked up at him softly, "This is nice, Remus."

He smiled shyly at your comment, "It is."

Your eyes were pierced onto his, trying to get him to look up at you. When he did, you smiled softly so it wasn't so serious.

He smiled back, but soon after that, you noticed something. His face was starting to come closer, and his eyes began to flutter shut.

Your heart dropped, and you turned away.

"We should get fries for this!" You fake smiled, but you could only concentrate on the clearly hurt look on Remus' face as he pulled away.

"Y-yeah, I'll go order those."

He gets up, his brows furrowed as he orders.

You wince to yourself at the table. You put your face in your hands, cringing at the whole interaction. It wasn't even that you didn't want to kiss him, you just seemed to malfunction for a moment.

As Remus returned with the fries, you tried to shake off the painful moment. You knew that you were the one who had backed away, and it wasn't fair to leave him hanging like that.

Remus kept smiling and talking like nothing happened, and it made your chest ache slightly.

"Remus, about earlier..." you started, trying to find the right words.

He looked at you, his smile still gentle, but wavering. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, it's not that," you replied, fumbling with your words. "It's just that I... I got scared, and I don't know why. I feel the connection. Don't think I wanna ignore it."

You noticed Remus was looking down at his hands.

"You don't have to lie to me, Y/N. It's okay, seriously."

"I'm not lying," you said earnestly, reaching out to touch his hand gently.

"I like you, a lot. There was literally no reason for me to turn away. If I didn't feel that way, I don't think I'd even be sitting here anymore."

Remus finally genuinely laughed, and you felt your body relax.

There was a small moment of silence. This time, it was comfortable.

You finally spoke up, "Maybe we could try that again. Minus the me turning away part." You gave him a soft, hopeful smile.

Remus' eyes sparkled subtly. "I'd be up for that."

You leaned in closer to Remus carefully. "How about we try again right now?" you suggested shyly.

Remus raised an eyebrow, a playful but bashful smile tugging at his lips. He leaned in slowly as he spoke back, "Are you sure?"

You chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through you as you nodded. "Yeah, I am," you replied, and finally closed the small distance between you and him.

Your lips met in a gentle, slightly hesitant kiss. It was sweet, and just intensely soft. Neither of you were experienced, but as far as you could tell, it was perfect.

When you finally pulled away, you were bot left with hot faces.

"So we've been fighting for nothing."

"Basically."

[alexihollis]

Howling at the Moon (pt. 2)

part one

Swan always felt cold. Always. It didn't matter if she was right in front of the fire in the cabin living room, it didn't matter if she was in her wolf form or not, Swan was always cold. It drove Cleon a bit crazy, always putting an extra blanket over Swan or shoving mittens her way at the hint of the slightest chill.

How this all affected Cleon had to be the worst part of the situation. Far and away.

After all, Cleon picked her up when no one else would, back when Swan was just a random kid abandoned by the wolf that bit her. Only two months after getting kicked out of her house, too, so that was great. Cleon scooped her up, though, and brought her home. Taught her everything a young wolf needed to know. They lived less isolated, back then, in a farmhouse at the edge of a midsize town, just her and Cleon until she started picking up other strays around the time Swan started high school.

Swan heard Cleon talking one night, after everything happened. She was supposed to be asleep, but, instead, Swan perched on the top of the staircase of their new house that didn't feel like home and listened to Cleon.

"I let myself get distracted," Cleon said. "I wanted to build a pack. I wanted her to have what I had growing up and I just- I love you guys, you know I do, but I let her down."

"You can't blame yourself-" Cochise tried.

"She's my responsibility. I should have known everything about everyone she hung around, let alone someone she could start developing feelings for!" Cleon hissed. "I should have explained mating and not let myself believe she was too young for that crap. I know better and instead I let her down and now she's tied for life to a-"

"Hey." Swan jumped at the voice right by her ear.

Cowgirl smiled down sadly as she crouched next to her on the top step. "You don't need to be listening to this."

"I-" It was only when she tried to speak that Swan realized she was crying.

"C'mon, hon," Cowgirl helped her to her feet. "Let's get you back to bed."

It had been six years since then. Swan liked to think that she, at twenty-two, was better equipped to handle such issues as a screwed-to-hell mating bond than at sixteen. She only thought about Mercy once a day, now.

Figuring out that Mercy and her crew were hunting them down, though? As a coming-of-age ritual? Less fun. A lot less fun.

Especially because Cleon wanted to end this.

"...what does that mean?" Cochise asked when Cleon announced it to the pack. The other packs were game - once you got Cyrus on your side, like Cleon managed, the other packs of their woods would follow suit.

"We're taking out the head hunters," Cleon said. "If they cross into our territory, we are going on offense in a way we never have before."

An uneasy silence settled over the pack. Swan kept her eyes on the toes of her dirt-encrusted sneakers.

"Who, exactly, does that mean?" Cowgirl asked.

"Mercy Lane and Sully Morgan," Cleon said. "They should be pretty identifiable. The Lanes and Morgans are the two-"

"Absolutely the fuck not, are you insane?!" Cowgirl exclaimed.

Swan closed her eyes against the noise as the pack erupted.

"Do you know what that could do to Swan? No, that's not even a question-!" Cochise.

"-Can't believe you would even fucking suggest it!" Cowgirl.

"No, no, we can't- Even if she's...That's practically against pack..." Fox. Quiet, as always. She'd come to them from a pack that had been decimated by hunters, an old, old pack with strong ties to the old world ways and still worshipped the moon as a goddess.

"Swan agreed to the order," Cleon said, clear and firm, cutting through the noise.

It went silent, again.

"I want to hear it from her, then." Ajax.

Of course it was Ajax.

Swan looked to one of their newest members. She should have guessed Ajax and Rembrandt were mates. It made sense, the way they orbited each other, they were probably never cold-

It didn't matter.

"The Lanes are an old hunter family with only one real heir," Swan muttered, looking at the carpet in front of Ajax. "Take out Lane, that family will crumble. It's for the good of all of us if we do it."

"Okay." Ajax said, far too easily. "Say that again looking me in the fucking eye and I might believe you."

"Ajax-" Cochise.

"No," Ajax interrupted. "If you're going to make me go after a pack member's mate, that pack member is gonna need to be the one to tell me to do it. Cleon, I know you don't have much experience with this, it's going to kill her if you do this stupid."

"This was a difficult enough decision for her already," Cleon ground out. "You do not need to make this more difficult-"

"It doesn't seem like she made the decision!" Ajax exclaimed. "Did you actually ask her or did you convince her?"

"Mercy did a pretty good job convincing me six years ago," Swan said, pulling Ajax's attention back to her. "I appreciate what you're trying to do. If you don't feel comfortable...just tell me where she is."

Ajax's eyes went wide for a second. "No. No, you aren't doing that. There is no way your wolf will-"

"Considering she caused this fucking situation, my wolf's gonna have to learn to deal with it," Swan snarled. Ajax's eyes flashed yellow at the challenge, but Rembrandt's quick hand on her elbow brought Ajax's human mind forward.

Pity. Swan could use the fight.

"Mercy Lane needs to die. So does Sully Morgan," Swan said to the pack at large. "We need to put the hunters on the run for once." ---------------

Mercy Lane was going to murder Sully Morgan. She was going to murder Sully Morgan and run as deep and far into these woods as she could and pray to whomever the fuck was out there she ran into a wolf who might listen to her for just two seconds before trying to rip out her throat. Unfortunately, that would put about thirty other young, trigger-happy hunters on her ass as well which would be the opposite of helpful.

She should have run away. Mercy realized that now, she should have run away instead of waiting for her parents to approve her first hunt. She thought she could go off on her first hunt and disappear. They would assume she died and, yes, they would mourn, but Lanes did not do vengeance killings. If you died on a hunt, it was simply the sign of a poor hunter. You barely mourned deaths on a hunt, let alone on a first hunt.

Mercy underestimated the importance of being the sole Lane heir.

Which meant her parents reached out to the Morgans.

And Mercy's first chance of freedom without being tracked across the country turned into some god awful camping trip with thirty boys. Boys, regardless of their ages, because they were the most immature, arrogant, brainless people Mercy ever met.

To make matters worse? Mercy's parents decided that they needed to go hunting in the Riversend Woods. The largest old growth forest in the country, teeming with supernatural life. Humans rarely went in at all and hunters treated it as a sort of sanctuary - if they stayed in there, they would leave them alone.

But no. No. Here Mercy was with thirty young hunters at the edge.

Swan was in there. Mercy knew it, deep in her bones. It was the only place Swan take her pack, the only place Swan would feel safe after Mercy-

God. The memories of that night made Mercy feel sick to her stomach. The thought of how terrified Swan must have been as Mercy-

It took over a month for Mercy to realize why Swan ran. Why her heartbreak over Swan leaving felt deeper than it should. All-encompassing and aching and awful. Not to mention, overheating, though it felt a little ridiculous to tie Mercy's new inability to wear more than the thinnest layer of clothing to Swan leaving.

It wasn't until Mercy found the bite that she realized.

It was on her lower back, just to the left of her right hip. Her memories of that night were foggy, so God knows how it ended up back there. Scarred silver, but clear.

And, suddenly, a lot of things made a lot more sense.

The respect Swan had for her older sister, Cleon, that always seemed more than normal. How she would take a few days off from school every month. A wildness about her that both intimidated and attracted Mercy from the first moment they met.

At first, Mercy panicked. Lycanthropy transferred through bite, everyone knew that-

But Mercy never shifted. The bite was still there, still more than a scar, but Mercy never shifted or became unimaginably violent or...anything werewolves did. A family journal taught her about mating.

Wolves mate for life. They used to believe that mating was the moon goddess stitching souls together.

Unsurprisingly, the journal had been Crazy Great Aunt Gertrude's. The one who died by a crazed werewolf she thought was her friend. Mom told Mercy bedtimes stories about Crazy Great Aunt Gertrude as warnings of what happened if you befriended the supernatural.

Well.

Mercy went and did a little more than befriend.

It hadn't taken long for everything to unravel after that. For Mercy to start biting her tongue so hard she drew blood.

Because Swan wasn't like the stories. Swan was patient and kind, strong and reserved. Loving. Those few months Mercy had with Swan were the most loved-filled months of her life. And if Swan wasn't like the stories, maybe none of them were.

All Mercy wanted was to find Swan and apologize. She would fall to her knees if that is what it took, she just...she needed Swan back.

Standing at the edge of her home with a bunch of hunters did not seem the best way to go about this.

Standing at the edge of her home with a hunter who was actively proposing to her? Indescribably worse.

"Dude, what are you talking about?" Mercy finally interrupted as Sully started rambling about the strength of the families.

"Well, surely your parents have told you about the betrothal," Sully said. Mercy hated his smug mouth. "We've been matched since birth."

Mercy felt sick. "Sorry. Not happening."

Sully blinked. Furrowed his brow, "You don't really have a choice in the matter. It's settled."

"Uh, I get a choice, and I say no," Mercy said.

"Listen, here, I am trying to be chivalrous-"

"Oh, is that what this is?!"

"Our parents have-"

And that was a giant wolf tackling Sully to the ground. Holy shit.

They never did this. Werewolves never went after hunter groups like this. Vampires did, sometimes, because they were stronger and blended in easier, but werewolves?

Werewolves waited for the defense.

To have them leap out of the forest like that?

It was suddenly occurring to Mercy that she was in a lot more danger than she realized.

As the wolf turned to her, big and menacing and wow, that was a lot of Sully's blood, Mercy's hands went above her head.

And she said the first thing that came to mind: "Tell Swan I'm sorry."

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Sorry? Sorry didn't even begin to tell Swan all the things Mercy wanted to say. Not even I love you, but I'm sorry. This wolf might not even know Swan, for fuck's-

The wolf wasn't attacking her.

It just stared.

Then, it was shifting and there was a large, buff woman standing in front of Mercy. She wore jeans with ratted cuffs and a tank top and a brown vest, like the one Swan always wore. According to Aunt Gertrude's journal, the one Mercy found hidden under the third floor board in the attic after she decoded Aunt Gertrude's official journal, werewolves wore identifiers to signal to other supernatural creatures what pack they belonged to; pack animals to the core, to not be apart of a pack, to not have everyone know who you belonged to, was a cut deeper than any physical wound. Seeing the vest on this new woman, it made the ever-present ache sting a bit more.

"Mercy Lane," the woman said. She looked a bit older than Mercy.

Mercy nodded. "Yeah- Yes. Yes, I am Mercy Lane. Do- do you know Swan?"

The woman's jaw flexed as she narrowed her eyes at Mercy. Then, "Lower your arms. Behind your back."

Mercy blinked. "What?"

Then, suddenly, her training kicked back in and she realized there was someone behind her. Not close, yet, but definitely there.

"Lower your arms, behind your back. Now." The woman in front of her said.

So Mercy did. She even crossed them at the wrist in the small of her back, not surprised when she felt them grabbed roughly and rope started tying around them.

"Cleon's not gonna be happy about this," the person tying Mercy's hands - a woman, it seemed - said.

"Yeah, well, you're the asshole who made me imagine what this would be like," the first woman grumbled. "Got her tight?"

"Yeah. Got her."

The first woman pointed a finger at Mercy. "You do a single thing that makes me think you're gonna hurt her," the finger moved over Mercy's shoulder, "and you're dead. Got it?"

"Yes," Mercy said. Then, because she couldn't help herself, "Are you taking me to Swan?"

"Yeah. Don't look too happy about it yet," the first woman said. Then, to herself, "This is so stupid, what the fuck are we doing?"

Which was how Mercy found herself being marched through Riversend Woods, escorted by two werewolves. It was interesting, the differences between the two. Where the first woman was tall and muscular and beyond intimidating, the second was smaller, lean, and had the bounciest, curly hair Mercy had ever seen.

"Stop looking at her," the first woman growled after the third time Mercy looked over her shoulder to look at the second. "Actually, switch with me, I should be holding her."

"Either you hold her or she doesn't look at me, you can't have it both ways." The second woman said cheerfully. "And, no, if you try, she's going to fall over a root and hurt herself. This is a job for a scout, thanks."

"Rembrandt, I swear- Aw, motherfucker!"

"You lasted half an hour without saying my name in front of the dangerous hunter heir. Congratulations."

They were weird. Mercy liked them.

Though she was exhausted by the time they reached the large, log cabin in the woods. The door flew open as soon as they entered the clearing.

Cleon. Mercy hadn't known her very well, only met her a handful of times, but she recognized her immediately.

"What the fuck did you two do?!" Cleon demanded. "Why is she here?"

Oh. That was not good.

"Cleon-" The first woman tried.

"Ajax, I don't want to hear it! You had orders, you knew the orders-"

"They're bad orders," Rembrandt interrupted. "Bad orders that Ajax was going to follow through on, but the situation changed. Can you at least let us explain or would you rather be a dictator like you've decided you want to try out recently?"

The words made Cleon pause.

Ajax took advantage of the pause: "She wants to tell Swan she's sorry."

For the first time, Cleon actually looked at Mercy.

Mercy kind of wanted to melt into the forest floor.

"What." The word came out as a statement as her eyes bored into Mercy.

"For that night," Mercy decided to try. "I- I wanted to say I'm sorry, for everything that happened after- I'm just sorry."

She was dead. She was so dead.

"You want to say sorry yet you bring a horde of hunters to our door." Yeah. Cleon was not impressed.

"That was not my call," Mercy said. "At all. I promise."

"Oh, you promise," Cleon repeated with a disbelieving laugh. "You promise? What the fuck does that even-?"

Yeah. Mercy was dead.

"It isn't her fault who her family is," Rembrandt said. "If she's willing to try...If she wants to be different, why would you want to make Swan go through this?"

"She's been going through this for six years," Cleon growled, eyes narrowed and darting between Mercy and Rembrandt.

Indignation bubbled up in Mercy. "You left! You didn't even give me a chance to understand what the fuck was happening, you were gone before I even realized we'd been mated!"

"We left to prevent your family from hunting us like animals!"

"I wouldn't have let them do that!" Mercy screamed.

Because screaming in the face of a pack leader was a good idea. Obviously.

"What exactly are you doing now?!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, they're children," Mercy said. "Ajax killed Sully, kidnapped me, they'll run for the hills as soon as they realize. I just needed time to figure out how to ditch them."

Cleon studied her for a moment. Dragged a hand down her face and, in the most defeated voice, said, "Bring her inside. Living room."

They sat Mercy on the couch. No one spoke, Ajax and Rembrandt sat together on a loveseat while Cleon paced and no one spoke. A fire crackled in the fire place.

"Can you kill that please?" Mercy asked as a sweat began to break out on her forehead.

"The cabin's not well-insulated," Cleon said after a moment.

"Move me away from the fire, then?" Mercy tried. "I'm boiling."

"You're hot?" Cleon asked, like it was an insult to her specifically.

"Yes, I am."

"Cleon, for fuck's sake," Ajax muttered before getting up and moving Mercy herself. Mercy barely heard what Ajax said to Cleon as she made her way back to the loveseat, "Swan's not going to thank you for this shit."

Mercy was almost asleep when the door opened and women flooded into the living room. Mercy only had eyes for the one.

Swan.

She looked thinner than Mercy remembered. More severe, like she hadn't laughed properly in a long time. But she wore that vest and Mercy was just so happy to see her at all...

Swan did not look similarly happy as she looked to Cleon. "This was not the agreement."

"She wants to say sorry, apparently," Cleon said, gesturing to Ajax and Rembrandt.

Swan looked to Ajax and Rembrandt. To Cleon. Back to Ajax and Rembrandt. Then was suddenly moving very fast to the couch.

Ajax was between Mercy and Swan in seconds.

"Move," Swan growled.

"Think about this," Ajax said.

Swan barked a laugh. "That's rich coming from you."

"Swan, think about this."

"...I want to talk to her alone."

"...are you going to bring her back here?"

It was an uncomfortable amount of time before Swan said, "Yes," and Ajax moved away. Swan grabbed Mercy's bicep and pulled her to her feet, shoving Mercy ahead of her and out of the living room. Up a flight of stares. And into a bedroom that Mercy quickly determined was Swan's.

When the door closed, Mercy was speaking. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I scared you that night. I'm sorry I made you think you had to leave and that you couldn't tell me what happened and I'm sorry that I showed up with all those hunters and-"

"Stop talking," Swan interrupted. Mercy shut up.

Except Swan was just staring at her.

"I'm sorry that-"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Swan's laugh was a wet, broken sound as she leaned against the back of her door. "Can you please not be you for two seconds?"

"Sorry," Mercy said, sheepish.

"They had orders to kill you," Swan said.

Oh, lovely.

"Take out the heir, take out the family and all that," Swan continued. "I approved it."

That hurt. "I understand."

"I didn't want to," Swan said. "I really didn't, but, Mercy, what am I supposed to do?! You came with hunters!"

"It was my parents," Mercy tried to explain. "I never wanted to. My plan was to run off on my first hunt, find you and explain that I understand now. I'm sorry about what happened and...I miss you." Mercy took a breath, "Fuck, I still love you, Swan."

Swan's eyes closed as if the words hurt her. "Don't say that."

That hurt. "Okay."

"You can't say shit like that," Swan choked out. "It's not- That isn't fair."

"I understand."

"Stop being so understanding!" Swan's hands were fisted in her hair now.

Shit.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry, okay," Mercy tried, hyperaware of her hands still tied behind her back. "Swan, Swan, listen to me, please, okay? It's okay. You're okay, all right? Whatever you want to happen next, that's what's going to happen."

"No, it isn't," Swan said. At least she was speaking.

"Yes, it is. You're in control right now, okay?"

"Well, I want you to stay, and I don't think that's going to happen, is it?" Swan spat.

"I want to stay, too," Mercy said, hoping growing in her chest for the first time in hours. "Is that really what you want?"

"Of course it is," Swan looked at her like she was an alien speaking a bizarre language.

"Than we can work with that."

To Be Cont'd

@asthedeathoflight

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Still With You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Five

Summary: Jungkook comes to pick you up for your "date". Pairing : Luna (reader) x Jungkook and Jimin, f2l love triangle Word Count: 5.7k~ Warning: Explicit Language, a panic attack and mentions of death by car accident (nothing graphic) a/n: I already had this written so I thought I would post the next part to kind of fill up the gap before the next update for Just Take It Start from the beginning

After coming back to the store from my meet up with Jimin I can't help but space out while, waiting for time to pass by. Jungkook's coming to pick me up for our "date" as he likes to call it soon and I get a bit nervous thinking about how things are gonna go. I hope he likes what I have planned but knowing him, he would probably enjoy doing anything as long as we're together. 

That's why our friendship work so well. We can literally be laying down on the floor and staring at the ceiling and still have so much fun just talking about anything and everything. Then once we run out of things to say we never feel pressured to keep the conversation going. We just sit in comfortable silence. 

I do admit that half the time when that happens I end up falling asleep, but Jungkook doesn't seem to mind. He'll just sit there or lay there next to me and play with my hair which only helps me fall into an even deeper sleep. My favorite place in the whole world is when I'm with him. I just feel so safe that it doesn't even matter where we are. 

I can't help but smile thinking of all the times we've spent together and how much he's helped me since the beginning. He was there for me when I got my first period and even though he didn't know what was going on, he still stayed with me and helped take care of me. We were in middle school but he still showed that sense of maturity in him that I always admired. Although I wish some of it would've rubbed off on me. 

I feel like I've still got a lot to learn and I'm still so naïve when it comes to a lot of things. Jungkook is there for me when times get tough that I'm not sure if I could've gotten though half of the things I've gone through if it wasn't for him.

The time that Jungkook and I met wasn't the happiest time in my life and but somehow he showed up and helped me through it. We met on the day of my parent's funeral. 

I was only six and I was in the car with them but I was the only one who survived. Everyone came back to my old house after the funeral service was done and I just couldn't handle being there without my parents by my side anymore so I ran to the park and hid on my own behind a tree and cried my eyes out. 

I hadn't cried since the accident happened and I knew that if I broke down in front of everyone or went to my room I would just get scolded. They would probably say I was being selfish and some of them resent me because my parents didn't survive, especially my grandmother. 

She used to be kind and loving but once my parents died she blamed me for taking her son away from her. She even told me that she would trade me for him if she could when it hit the ten year anniversary of their death. 

The time she said that was the last time I ever saw her. I was seventeen and done with being reprimanded for the fact that I survived. They act like I was the one who caused the crash or that I could've somehow prevented it. 

While I was crying at the park after the funeral a little boy came up to me because he had heard me crying. 

Some kids might tease you for crying or try to figure out why you're upset, but not him. He simply sat next to me and stayed with me until I calmed down. He asked me what my name was and I told him and he offered up his name right after "My name is Jungoogie but my real name is Jungkook. But you can call me whatever you want" he said simply with a smile. 

He reached out his hand to help me up off the ground and asked me if I wanted to play with him. I was hesitant at first but said okay and we played for hours before he had to go. "I'm sorry Luna but I have to go now, my mom says dinner is ready. Do you wanna play again sometime?" he said with a cute bunny smile. I noded my head in turn, happy to have made a new friend.

He waved goodbye and ran off towards his mom "Meet me back here tomorrow and we can play tag!" he yells turning to me and waving once more before running down the street back to his house. After that day we played together everyday after school until it was time to go home. 

I moved to a different part of the city when we got a bit older but Jungkook begged his mom to send him to the same school as me and so we could stay together. We were in the same class, we joined all the same clubs, we even had the same backpack. We were inseparable. 

Grey came along later and with how antisocial and lonely she seemed most days in class I couldn't help but adopt her into our friend group. She had come in at the middle of the year school year in 6th grade and I just wanted her to have at least one friend. 

I know I hated being left out when I was younger so I just kept bugging her everyday until she finally accepted the fact that I wasn't gonna leave her alone. From then on the three of us have been the best of friends. Although most days Grey still acts like she can't stand us I know that she loves us in her own way.

Once I start to come out of the fog that is my daydream I realize that it's almost time for him to come get me. 

"I so excited for tonight!" I gush to Grey. "Did I ask?" she responds checking out her cuticles sounding uninterested. "Oh come on I know you're just jealous" I say nudging her shoulder teasingly. "Jealous? Of you and Jungkook? I'm just happy you two are gonna leave me alone for the rest of the night. Just make sure to finish up your share of the work before you leave" she says reminding me that I am in fact still on the clock. 

"Shit, yeah about that" I start off tentatively. "No Luna you've been slacking off all night, you cannot leave me to do all of your work for you" she says ready to cut me off before I can even ask. "Oh come on, I promise I'll make it up to you I swear! Plus you came in late today so I could've had this all done if I wasn't left alone for so long" I say guilt tripping her. She rolls her eyes and I can see her defense slowly crumbling. 

"Lunch for a week" she huffs out. "Thank you thank you thank you! You're an absolute gem!" I say giving her a quick squeeze. "Yeah whatever, can you at least straighten up the snacks over there until he comes to pick you up?" she says waving her hand over towards the shelves in question while scrolling through her phone clearly becoming more and more uninterested in my existence. "Yup you got it!" I say while heading over to take care of it.

I end up humming some random song while rearranging all of the various misplaced items. I wonder if I should buy some to go along with the other food I brought. I ponder this while putting the finishing touches on the section. "Guess who" I hear someone say behind me while covering my eyes. 

"Kook! Happy Friendiversary!" I say while turning around to give him a huge hug. "Happy Friendiversary Luna but haven't I told you to stop day dreaming while at work. Someone could really end up sneaking up on you or wor-". I hold my hand up to stop his lecture before it goes any further. 

"No more nagging tonight, it's a special occasion right? Let's just relax and have a good time alright?" I say bringing my hand down and grab his in turn. "Wow Noona when did you suddenly become a rapper?" he says with a cheeky smile. I lift my arm up to hit him but he dodges before I can make contact. 

"Alright alright no more nagging" he says, finally giving in. I thought for sure that he would try to protest a bit further but luckily he decides against it. "Are you ready to go?" he asks starting to perk up again. "Yep last thing is for us to pick out some snacks and drinks before we leave and then we'll be good to go. Do you have anything in mind?" I say already knowing his answer but I can't help but want to see the joy on his face as he picks out his favorite snacks. 

"Yes, and I'm paying!" he says, rushing around the store. "But wait I was the one who mentioned it!" I say in protest. "Yeah but you brought the rest of the food right?" he says. "Touché" I respond, shaking my head.

Once we're done I grab the picnic basket, my bag and some blankets from the back and we say goodbye to Grey as he leads me over to where his brother's truck is parked. "Wow is it just me or does this look a lot nicer?" Jungkook chuckles at me in response. "No it's not just you. He got a newer version of the same model" he informs me. 

"Oh okay that makes sense! Looks like it's a bit smaller though" I say concerned about the space. "Yeah it looks smaller but I promise once you get inside it's actually quite spacious. Why are you worried about that though? You've been very secretive about this whole thing so I'm starting to get anxious" he teases. 

"Hey have I ever let you down?" I say walking around to the passenger side and getting in. "Yes, multiple times" he responds with a straight face, answering the question very seriously in a way to tease me further while he goes and gets in on the driver's side. Leaving me scoffing in response while getting in the car. 

"Hey I'm just being honest here" he says with a mischievous grin on his face. "Do you really want me to list them off because it might take a while. Okay well there was this one ti-" "Okay okay I get it you can stop now" I say placing my hand over his mouth. I expect him to lick my hand in response like he always does but this time he decides to kiss it instead. I widen my eyes not sure how I should respond and I can feel my cheeks start to warm up. I yank my hand back after he decides to deliver a few more kisses clearly satisfied with my reaction.

"Why are you being so weird today?" I ask, laughing it off. "I don't know what you're talking about" he says ,sitting back to put his seatbelt on. I mirror his actions and try to shake off the butterflies that had suddenly crept up on me. He backs out of the parking lot and flawlessly with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the back of my headrest taking quick glances to the back when necessary. I can smell his sent from here and I can't help but feel myself getting intoxicated by it. 

"You okay?" he asks, looking over at me now having turned his body a bit more to gain a wider view out the back window to make backing up a bit easier which ends up making our proximity closer than what I had anticipated. I mentally curse myself for glancing down at his lips which he clearly saw me do since he currently has his full attention on me. 

"I- um- yeah I'm fine" I say getting a bit flustered yet again. "You sure?" he questions further with a slight chuckle. "Mhm" I respond, afraid I'll say something stupid. 

"Okay so..." he starts, "So?" I question by echoing him, feeling a bit perplexed. "Are you gonna tell me where we're going or am I gonna have to read your mind?" he teases again this time accompanied with a half smile that makes my heart flutter. "Oh yeah my bad, just go here" I say putting the address into the navigation system. He glances over at me and shakes his head while making the first turn out of the parking lot.

"Okay spill there's clearly something going on with you" he says not giving up on me. "I'm just nervous about tonight. I'm afraid you might not like it or think it's weird" I say giving an excuse that isn't totally truthful but it'll work for now. 

"Luna you know that as long as we're together I couldn't care less what we do. Now just take a deep breath and pull up your playlist, you're the DJ this time" he says while handing me the aux cord. I glance over at him with childlike joy as I quickly plug my phone in and start playing some of our favorite songs. 

The atmosphere starts to get a bit more comfortable after I start to loosen up with the music and I eventually forget why I got so nervous in the first place.

"You know I really missed you" he says all of a sudden glancing over at me. "What makes you say that?" I say chuckling a bit at the random sentiment. "Can't a guy just miss his best friend? I feel like it's been ages since I last saw you" he says with a slight pout. "Kook you just saw me a couple days" I say laughing again. 

"So? I like spending time with you" he say defiantly. "Well unfortunately that's what happens when you grow up. We're not kids anymore Kook" I say starting to feel a bit sad at the fact. "Hey no sad talk! We're supposed to be having fun right?" he says pushing away those negative feelings. 

"Yeah, you're right" I say admitting fault. "Why don't you tell me about your day" he says showing interest but still keeping his eyes on the road which gives me a chance to admire his side profile. I can't help but notice the scar on his face even in this dim lighting and I still remember how he got it. Time really does fly.

"Y/n" he says calling me back to reality. "Huh what?" I say embarrassed that I got caught staring at him. "How was your day?" he repeats chucking at my awkward demeanor. "Oh um, it was okay, not very eventful. Although I did see a man outside chasing a pigeon for a couple of hours" I say laughing at the memory. 

"What? Why?" he says with amusement and disbelief laced in his tone. "All I know is he never did catch that bird" I end shaking my head. "Sounds like the bird put up a good fight" he says, shaking his head in unison. "Any grown man that's crazy enough to chase a bird around is definitely someone I would not want to be around" he finishes. 

"What about that one time the bird in our 6th grade class escaped?" I say teasing. "I thought we agreed to never speak of that day" he says suddenly getting serious. "Oh come on, it was hilarious the way he-" "Nope shut up" he says cutting me off. "Ya! How dare you tell your Noona to shut up!" I say faking offense. "But I'll let it slide this time since it's our anniversary" I finish with a cheeky smile. He rolls his eyes as we continue our journey to our destination.

As as we come upon the small mountain range the navigation system soon signals that we've arrived. "Um what are we supposed to do here?" he says a bit confused. "Shhh don't worry about it. Just go up here and turn right when you reach the dirt road and follow it all the way up okay?" I instruct. "Alright, you're the boss" he says laughing it off and following my instructions. 

Once we get to the end of the dirt road we reach a gate with a 'Private Property' sign hanging on it. "Hey I thought you said we weren't gonna do anything illegal!" he yells after me. "It's not illegal! Just, you know, private" I say brushing it off. "Uh huh" he says not convinced. I wave him forward after having opened the gate. 

"Have you been here before?" he asks once he turns the engine off and starts to get out. "Once, with Grey. Her family actually owns this property so you don't have to worry about us being here. Okay?" I say going up to him and placing my hand on his arm. "Okay" he says smiling down at me. I fell myself falling into his star filled gaze which eventually reminds me of why we're here.

"Oh! Right I forgot to tell you what we're doing here" shaking myself out of the slight trance I had fallen into. He shakes his head at me and waits for me to continue. "Stargazing" I say with childlike joy. "I know we had always talked about doing it some day but there are just too many lights in Seoul that it makes it difficult to see them so once I came here I just knew I had to bring you!" I finish off looking out at all the stars. 

I welcome the comforting embrace I feel wrapping around me from behind. "You're the best" he says resting his head on top of mine. "I know" I say in amusement. "No for real this is amazing" he says encouraging me to look up at him. "I'm glad you like it" I say smiling up at him. I feel those butterflies from earlier start to flutter again and I have to drag my gaze back up towards the sky. 

"Should we start getting the stuff out of the car?" I suggest. "Yeah, in a minute" he says tightening his embrace around me. This moment feels way more intimate than I had planned for but I can't help but enjoy the feeling. After another minute or two I nudge his side in an effort to get him to release me, "Come on let's set everything up". "Okay okay" he says, letting go but not before placing a soft kiss on top of my head.

Soon after we've finished putting the final touches on everything I step back and admire our hard work. We've laid down some blankets and pillows in the truck bed and we have a picnic basket full of all the food I had prepared, paired with the snacks Jungkook bought and my laptop fully charged with Netflix pulled up. Jungkook gets into the back and makes himself comfortable. 

"So are you just gonna stand there all night or what?" he says teasing me for not getting in fast enough. I throw my head back in playful irritation, letting out a sigh and coming back up to give him a slight smile. "Then come here" he says with his arm held out to help me up. Once I'm up and go to sit down he holds onto my hips and guides me down to sit right next to him. If I was any closer to him I would be on his lap. 

I look up at him after settling in his embrace. "What?" he questions with a sheepish smile on his face. "Nothing I say turning my attention towards my laptop. "So what are we watching?" I question. "I don't have anything in mind" he says looking up at the stars. "Well are you hungry?" I question laughing at his indifference. 

"Can you just put some music on? I wanna stargaze for a bit" he says, keeping his eyes on the sky. "Sure" I reply, smiling at his concentration. I put a low-fi playlist on low and lean back into his embrace. We stay there and look up at the stars in silence for a while, enjoying the peace and tranquility of the moment.

"Hey" I say in a hushed tone looking up at him. "Hmm" he hums, bringing his gaze back down to me. "Penny for your thoughts?" I ask, feeling slightly breathless at the proximity. He decides go back to looking up at the stars before he starts to answer. 

"Just thinking" he says mindlessly. "About?" I question. "Stuff" he says. "What kinda stuff?" I say playing into his game. "All kinds of stuff" he says and I can't help but get tired of the guessing game. I playfully hit his chest in response, "Ouch!" he groans looking down at me while clutching his chest. 

"I thought we told each other everything" I say pulling away and facing him with my arms crossed over my chest. "You'll know soon enough" he says poking me in my side making me flinch. "Yah! I told you to stop doing that" I say hitting his chest again. "I'm sorry your reaction is just too adorable I can't help it" he says laughing at my irritation. "Whatever" I say exasperated 

"So are you hungry now because I haven't eaten since lunch" I say hoping he's ready to start eating as well. "Nah maybe later" he says sitting back and dragging me along with him knowing that I won't eat without him. "Hey come on I'm hungry" I say, dragging my words out. "Alright fine let's eat" he concedes, sitting back up and letting me go but not before giving me another jab in my side.

Once we finish eating and pull up a movie to watch I can feel him getting a bit restless. 

"What's wrong?" I ask, pulling away from his embrace, concerned with his demeanor all through out the night. "What makes you think somethings wrong?" he answers my question with a question. "You've been acting really weird, like I don't know, different. You're starting to make me nervous" I admit. 

"Nervous how?" he say sitting up and reaching out for my hand. "I don't know I can't really describe it" I say jumping a bit at the contact. "Try" he urges while starting to play with my fingers. "I feel like every time you touch me my skin starts to heat up. When you look at me I can't help but want to either look the other way or get lost in your eyes. When you get too close I start to feel butterflies in my stomach. I'm confused" I say looking away, embarrassed to admit it and contradicting my previous claim. 

"Are you sure I'm the one that's acting different?" he asks, trying to catch my gaze. "Why are you making me feel like this?" I ask, hoping he has the answers like he always does. "Do you wanna know what I was thinking about earlier?" he asks, coming closer and bringing his hand up towards my face to cup my cheek. "Yes" I say getting breathless again. "This" he says leaning in and bringing his face closer to mine.

"I-" I choke out looking down at his lips and back into his eyes once I realize he stopped right before making contact. "I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to" he says while letting his breath fan my face. "It's your choice" he says glancing down at my lips. I wait a second hesitating before I take a quick breath and close my eyes before leaning forward just enough to make contact. 

It's a soft chased kiss, he tastes so sweet and I can't help but want more. It's over just as quickly as it had started and he pulls away slightly making eye contact and once he sees that I wanted it just as much as he did he leans in again, deepening the kiss and placing his hand on my waist in an effort to pull me closer. 

I oblige and make moves to do just that and he accelerates the process by dragging me over making me straddle his lap. "Hasty are we?" I tease. "Shut up" he says quickly going back in to continue kissing me like I might disappear if he stops. 

It all starts to get more intense once he starts to add tongue, leaving me pulling away for a second, resting my forehead against his in an effort to catch my breath. "You okay? Is this okay?" he asks sounding just as breathless as me. "Yeah just- just give me a second" I say trying to clear the fog that's clouding my judgement at the moment.

"Kook" I say in an effort to get his attention which is ultimately unnecessary since he hasn't been able to take his eyes off me since we started kissing. "Hmm?" he hums waiting for me to continue. "I don't think we should be doing this" I say worried about what his reaction might be. "Why?" he asks, searching my face for answers since I'm not getting them out fast enough. 

"I don't know it's just- well you're my best friend" I start off. "And you're mine" he says reciprocating my statement. "We've been friends since we were kids and I really don't want to mess that up. I care about you too much to do that and I don't want to lose you" I say looking down at my lap suddenly getting shy. 

"Hey" he says placing his finger under my chin to angle my face up regaining eye contact. "You're never gonna lose me" he says with a slight smile. "Well what if we do this and it ends badly? What if one of us gets hurt and we can't go back to how we used to be? What if-" I ramble off but am soon cut off by Jungkook's lips on mine. 

"You worry too much. Y/n it's just me and I'll love you no matter what. You know that right?" I turn away and look off to the side, shy under his piercing gaze. "Kook I-" I start. "Do you love me?" he says cutting me off again. "Of course I love you" I say looking back up at him. "No but do you love me? Like do you think you might be in love with me?" he clarifies vulnerability written all over his face. "Do you think you could fall in love with me?" he says above a whisper, looking back down at my lips waiting for my response.

"I don't know" I say getting off his lap. "Don't know what? You don't think you could fall in love with me?" he asks, pleading for an answer. "I'm confused okay. I don't know how I feel about everything. It's all gotten so complicated, I just- I don't know okay" I throw my head into my hands and feel myself tear up, overwhelmed with all these old and new feelings resurfacing all at once. 

"Luna" he says placing his hand on my thigh when he starts to see the onset signs of a panic attack. "Y/n come here" he says, pulling me closer, shielding me for the cold that had suddenly become more apparent. 

He's been there for me through almost all of my panic attacks and knows exactly how to get me to ride out the wave and gradually calm me down. He knows that I feel safe with him and so he makes sure to use that when I need it most. Pulling a blanket over the two of us he holds me in a gentle embrace and places soft kisses on my temple. 

"It's okay you don't have to say anything, let's just focus on getting through this. It's just me, I'm sorry if I scared you. I'm so sorry" he apologizes, rubbing my back and bringing me back down, hoping to soothe all of the muscles in my body that started to tense up and bring my breathing back to normal. I grab onto his shirt and tug on it in an effort to ground myself, still shaking I start crying into his chest which only worsens the tight feeling I have coiled up in my chest.

My panic attacks aren't usually this bad but for some reason it just started to wash over me. I haven't had a lot of time to process much of anything these days and even when I do I fill up that time with distractions in an effort to drown out all of the thought running through my head that make me dizzy. 

I started to have them around the time my parents passed away and after I met Jungkook. Looking back on it he didn't really do much of anything, he just sat there and waited patiently for me to stop crying, just like he did when we first met. But once we got closer it evolved to him holding onto me to help calm me down and talking me through it a bit. 

Ever since the beginning he wanted to make sure I never felt the need to hide and cry alone like that ever again. He wanted to give me more reasons to smile and laugh than cry. Or at least that's what he's told me. He starts to make an effort to make his breaths more audible trying to get me to follow along with him and I so the best that I can. 

Once I do I pull away and keep my eyes turned down, trying to hide my embarrassment. You think by now I wouldn't be embarrassed by it anymore but I can't help it. Once I stop sniffling and he hears my breathing get back to normal he grabs my face and wipes off my tear streaked cheeks with so much love and care. I didn't realize until now that he really has been in love with me for a very long time, I was just too naïve to notice. 

"You okay baby?" he asks with the term of endearment he knows brings me so much comfort. I don't let anyone but him call me that, it just feels so right hearing it coming from his lips, especially when he knows that I need him. I nod my head finally feeling a bit more grounded.

"Can I have some water?" I ask quietly. "Of course" he says and reaches around me to grab one of the bottles he had bought. "Thank you" I say after he hands it to me. He starts rubbing my back again while I gulp it down, suddenly feeling incredibly parched. 

"How long has it been since you had one that bad?" he asks cautiously hoping it won't cause me to start spiraling again. "A while" I say looking down, knowing it's a lie, and he sees right through it. 

"Baby please I wanna be there for you when things like this happen. You've gotta be honest with me or I won't know how to help you" I nod in acknowledgment. I can feel him reluctantly start to drop the subject but I know he doesn't want me to shut him out. 

"I-it was last month" I say, clearing my throat to help me get it out. "Last month? Why didn't you tell me?" he asks gently. "You were hanging out with your college friends and I knew you were looking forward to it so I didn't want to bother you" I admit. "Luna if you really need me, especially for something like this you can always call me. You are my number one priority, you come first" he says holding onto my hand.

I look up making eye contact, knowing he truly means what he says. "Okay" is all I can say in response, giving him a sad smile. 

"We should probably head out, it's getting pretty cold" he says, bringing his arms back in, rubbing his hands together in an effort to get warmer. "Do you think we could stay out here a bit longer? The stars look so beautiful right now" I ask, looking up at the sky feeling a bit better. He sees the change in my mood and realizes that I need this. "Let me get another blanket" he says showing his agreement. I nod my head and continue looking up, not sparing him a glance this time. 

He comes back around after having rummaged through the car in search of some hand warmers as well. "You're so smart" I say catching the hand warmer and opening package shaking them to activate it. "I know" he replies, copying my cheekiness from earlier. I roll my eyes and toss one to him. 

"Luna" he calls after me. "Huh?" I say looking back at him and I can't help but notice that he's wearing the kind of expression you would see someone make towards someone they truly love. "Come here" he says repeating his sentiment from not too long ago. I rush over to him, this time getting as close to him as I can after feeling a sudden breeze blowing past us.

"Jungkook" I say, "Yes baby?" he replies, looking down at me. "Thank you" I say, giving him a slight smile. "You're welcome" he says, mirroring my smile knowing that no more words need to be said. I feel myself starting to get lost in his eyes once again realizing that the most beautiful stars were in his eyes all along.

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[theamityelf]

Been a while since you did the kidnapped amnesia makoto and as a potential idea what if for the 78th class during the start of the killing game they all felt like something was missing and also maybe have Celes know they are missing the lucky student or everyone assumes it’s Kyoko maybe that reminds her of makoto and also maybe Mukuro is freaking out a bit cause she wants to rescue makoto

Oh, this would be so fun.

Also, not for nothing, while the canon of the AU so far states that Junko pretty much just cuts her losses and goes on with the killing game without Makoto, I do love the idea of Junko being unwilling to do that and insisting on getting Makoto back first because He's supposed to be part of it, you lab rat! Maybe instructing the 77th class to try and get Makoto back, or using the hijacked airwaves to mobilize whoever still cares about hope to save the kidnapped Hope's Peak student. If they succeed, there's a swell of hope at this first-in-a-long-time victory against despair. A swell of hope that she gets to stomp on when she finally does her killing game.

(And boy, imagine Izuru dealing with people who try to trespass on his isolated home with Makoto. Izuru discreetly leaving the house, killing five interlopers, and returning with a neutral expression. Washing the blood off his hands, and it looks like he's just washing the dishes.)

I can also imagine a situation where she goes through with the killing game as planned, except she makes sure that all evidence points to Makoto as the mastermind. She could pull a "We all got chloroformed!" (Community reference) and be part of the killing game in person herself just to pretend Makoto is the one who stole their memories and came up with the killing game. Enjoying the cruel irony of having his name be the one smeared while she's seen as another victim. I imagine her ideal end for this scenario is, the 77th class recovers Makoto and delivers him to the school dazed and confused, the killing game participants vote to execute him or just kill him outright (bonus points if Kyoko kills him, thinking he's the mastermind), and then they find out that he's actually a dear friend to all of them who didn't do anything wrong.

But! Those are just stray thoughts.

More to the point, I love the idea that the 78th class, and particularly Kyoko, gradually remembers Makoto. Especially if, prior to memory wipe, she suspected that Izuru was up to something. She recovers memories about someone she loved, and the more she remembers about him, the more she dreads about the question of where he is now.

Only to eventually remember another person. A person who used to watch while pretending he wasn't watching. A person who was credited with the death of the student council and then suddenly disappeared. A person who was certainly capable of breaking into the school and who has exhibited motive to abduct Makoto.

Mukuro definitely knows from the start that Makoto was taken by Izuru and is really stressed about it. She's constantly bothering Junko.

"What's he going to do to him?"

"I already answered that, you clod."

"I can go after him. You said you wanted everyone here for the killing game. I can go find him, and-"

"Gee, yeah, guess I'll send you out to be killed by the Ultimate Everything so we're down two classmates instead of one. Great idea, A-cups! Our senpais will handle it or they won't. End of."

The others occasionally feel tempted to knock on Makoto's door, when they need help with something or want to talk to someone. I like to imagine his dorm room isn't locked, or else the keys can be found somewhere (like maybe he forgot his keys in the dryer in the laundry room and Junko didn't notice), and Kyoko investigates inside. The smell of his soap alone brings back memories.

Hey, by the way, Syo fully remembers him!

It would be very funny if Kyoko, Syo, and Mukuro ended up forming a team to go save Makoto.

[reclist]

idk if you want sfw or nsfw prompts so for sfw illi mcmillian (ofc) and for nsfw latex

im going with sfw bc i started hating writing smut years ago so here goes a short inok!au

Frank has wet bits of toilet paper stuck on his face. He looks in the mirror at his dark circles and his frown and the way there's still crumbs of sandwitch splattered across his face. No one's in the school bathroom to see his sorry state, but the crowd in the backyard got a good look at him as bread and ham and cheese got thrown at him anyway, so what would one more person be.

He grabs a dry handful of toiler paper to pat his face dry and brush the last crumbs of food from his skin. He looks almost normal again, save that his dampered mood is gonna follow him around, clearly noticable, at least until he gets home.

"Bro, that sucked." Gerard's voice would've startled him, but he's so deeply focused on his pathetic self that Gerard's voice is merely background noise. Until it sinks in that it's Gerard.

"I hate this fucking school," he makes a ball out of the paper and throws it in the bin, missing the shot completely, "and I hate every single person in it, too."

Gerard walks up to him, bumping sides and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Hey, Mikey and Ray come to this school too. And me."

There was no need to clarify, so Frank only rolls his eyes though he can't help the silly smile. Because yes, he hates this school and everyone in it, but not them. Definitely not Gerard.

"I know, asshole." A deep, revitalizing breath escapes Frank's lungs. Focus on what's important, his mom told him one day, there are things worth living for. "Can we get together after class? I know we all have exams but, fuck, priorities? I guess?"

Gerard doesn't let go, only squeezes Frank harder, and Frank can't help but lie his head on Gerard's shoulder and close his eyes. For a second, it's not the world out there, it's not the bullies pass the bathroom door, it's just the two of them and Ray and Mikey waiting somewhere in the school for him, to make sure he's okay because they would never leave him alone.

"Sure. Fuck school anyway."

"God, we're all gonna fail the year, aren't we?"

"We're all having a shitty time here. You, today, especially. So, priorities, right?"

When the bell rings, there's little prioritizing can do to save them from the rest of the school day.

Gerard and Frank part ways. Gerard has biology and Frank, as if things couldn't get any worse, has math. Seeing his friends after this is the only thing that gets him through the day without ripping his hair out.

The Way house is a welcomed sight. The four of them walk up the steps as Mikey works the door open and they greet Donna with an usualness only brought by years of hangouts and late nights and casual talks in the kitchen with Gerard and Mikey's parents.

Anyone else might be grossed out and put off by their basement, but Frank feels right at home, as does Ray.

"I want horror movies," Frank states, doesn't ask, as he plops himself on the bed in front of the way-too-tiny TV. Gerard sits down definitely too close to Frank, arms and shoulders and almost middles touching because they haven't known personal space since they started dating. Ray is on Frank's other side but a normal ten inches apart, while Mikey settles down next to Gerard. They're touching too, but less, and definitely normal for a pair of Way brothers.

Mikey presses play on Scream. Gerard lies his head on Frank's shoulder. Grabs his hand. Squeezes. Strokes weird patterns on Frank's skin. Frank squeezes back and can't help but turn his head to softly press a kiss on his dirty, disgusting hair. And maybe, just maybe, things are gonna be just fine.

[tincansamurai]

half oc monday qs half some other shit

this oc monday there are some repeats so i have crossed them out and replaced them with neosprings questions i answered back when that was a thing for 3 days in january lol

1. What nicknames does [x] have?

mat: well, "mat", lol. his full name is matsuo. he does not like nicknames. he puts up with normal pet names from kaz (maybe he kinda likes them in this context tbh, but it can't be weird or cutesy or overwrought or or or), and he's 100% used to mat as his default, but if everyone in the world switched to only ever calling him matsuo he'd be pretty happy about that

kaz: mostly just kaz. never call him kazmer he fucking hates it. he avoided getting stuck with a lot of dumb easy nicknames where you start with the first letter of their name and then add a word (a la k-dog) by being bffs with kimmy. too many ks hanging out. he does get called just "k" sometimes though, usually by jaimie

2. What does [x] smell like? kaz and mat respective go-to weed snacks (link)

so kaz kinda hates weed, he gets way too in his head and morbid, but ofc like everyone who's high but not TOO high he can be distracted with food - so he doesn't smoke enough that he'd have a go-to, per se. i'd say it brings out like a sweet tooth he usually doesn't have, but specifically for fruity shit. like he's making toast as an excuse to eat jam by the spoonful between putting it on the bread, he's like "what do you mean you had a brand new bag of clementines and they're gone i only had like three"

mat is honestly 100% indiscriminate, but he goes wild for salty savory shit when high (sweets get too sweet). one time he had bruschetta high and that was an experience that changed him forever. i think his go-to is sourdough pretzel nugs and he does that gross thing where you kinda suck the salt off first like you're eating a hard candy lmao

3. Is [x] a blanket hog? gonna ask what i ask every interviewer i ever meet with: what are kaz and mat's top 3 traits they would want in a partner (like a wishlist Dream Partner) and - bonus round - how much do they fit each other's ideals ?! (link)

kaz wants someone who: has a sense of humor where they can banter, wants to be shown off/publicly adored, is a weird alt freak

mat wants someone who: is social and will force him out of the house, cares a lot about music and/or is a musician, is exactly the same type and amount of online as him

mat ticks off 1.5 of kaz's - they can banter, and mat is a little weird and a little alt. but PDA makes him nervous, he's really not a fan of it at all. this is a thing that causes tension/issues with them bc kaz is naturally physically affectionate and hates feeling like a shameful secret or like he needs to hide himself, and mat hates feeling like people are looking at him and judging him (which everyone must be doing if he is anything short of invisible, so especially if he's doing anything that might even potentially draw attention)

kaz hits 2/3 for mat; he's simply not online. he gets enough of the jokes mat shows him and has the right sense of humor for the spaces mat's in, though, so it's not a big deal or something mat feels like he needs to section off about himself.

4. What sort of tea does [x] like, if any? pick three characters. the year is 2006. what kind of cellphone did they have? ringtones? text alert messages? CHARMS??? (link)

ok so i think they're kind of in like 2019-2022ish (UPDATE: since i figured out kaz's whole birthday we're set in 2021 for real, but i am NOT going to try and figure out how to put lockdown/covid shit in anytime soon bc ughhh) when i'm writing, which gets us kaz around 14 and mat and his friends around 12.... (mat wasn't allowed to have a phone until high school so he's out)

kaz 100% had a pink razr and the color is scuffed off as fuck and there's stickers on the back. ringtone is sugar we're going down. text alert is a bubble pop noise. so much of his texting habits today are from shortening the fuck outta words w t9. no charms bc he got teased enough about his phone being gay. but he wanted them

thom had a blackberry. who the fuck gets a 12 yr old a blackberry?? he made like a presentation about how it would be good for homework and how it would last a long time so his parents wouldn't need to buy another one for all of middle school. he was right but he looked like such a freak business nerd of a child. you know he was actually sending emails on that thing. his ringtone was a simple and clean remix he found online, and he would make sure to tell you about how it's actually a remix if you were like "oh i know/like that song". text alert was the first measure of an amen break (he would 100% set his current phone alert to that today if he cared enough)

kimmy had a kickflip with multiple badtz maru charms and a happy bunny sticker on the battery cover. default ringtone was probably dirty little secret, but she'd set it to her friend's favorite songs for when they each called. her text alert was the mgs alert noise. she didn't play the games but she watched a friend play them and enjoyed soaking up "a girl gamer?!?" attention (she dropped that by high school because it turns out it was really fucking annoying and she'd rather hang with the skaters than the nerds)

5. Who is [x]'s best friend?

mat: he has 2. amy is a sweet, kind of naive, super social, book club and fanfic kinda girl. they've been friends since mat tried to join a literary club she ran in middle school. (he did not like it but she decided they were friends, so even when he stopped showing up she kept hanging out with him until it was true) she crushed on him in high school and they dated for a couple weeks but it was too fuckin weird for mat. she gets over stuff like that pretty quickly and was happy to just still be his friend. she's supportive and genuinely nice, and works doing organizational shit and copy-writing at a nonprofit. she's the most normal person i write lol. only cishet in the cast now. she likes to make her hair funky colors but usually settles on purple or pink shades.

thom is his best friend but closer than that, more like his brother. they're both only children and kind of reclusive. they started hanging out when thom moved to mat's neighborhood when they were around 8. they were both the same kind of weird and became pretty inseparable. they don't really talk out loud about their relationship, but if you got either of them alone and deep into it they'd agree they're brothers. they don't really have that kind of jokey bullying brotherhood, though, since they were both outcast nerds without the natural inclination to be mean. they accidentally built like a really healthy supportive open space for each other lol. thom is so much of why mat didn't go as insane as he could have, and why he works so hard to not repeat his parents' behaviors. thom is also the one who got them into weed, he grows it for fun and profit in his spare time. mat is the one who got them into making music, but thom isn't nervous about putting his shit out there so he actually djs sometimes irl. he works from home as an accountant. thom's aroace

kaz: his best best friend is kimmy, who he met in college. kimmy is a piercer and an artist, and she's a ride or die for kaz. they care a lot about each other and always have a good time together. they kind of bounce off each other in a way that mutually softens their irresponsibility - so they end up doing stupid shit in less stupid ways than they would have alone. kimmy loves gossip, she loves jumping into the deep end with people, and she loves teasing. if she's making fun of you she really likes you. she will 100% show up to anything she says she's going to, if you have her support you have it for real. kimmy's bi

he's probably next closest with jaimie, his college roommate turned best friend. jaimie jumps between a lot of random temp jobs. she's thinking of trying to become a mortician. jaimie is blunt as fuck, with a very dark sense of humor. she doesn't like most people, and she doesn't give a fuck if they know that. she can be judgmental and rude, honestly, but once she's taken a shine to you she does stick around and get less mean lol. she does know what things she says/thinks cross lines, but she won't care about that unless she cares about you. she's helped kaz through a lot of shit he would have kept 100% to himself, but, well, he doesn't live alone. so she's been privy to a side of him he keeps more guarded from other people. she likes to collect antiques, and she likes to research weird medical shit and disasters. she's close to her family and travels to visit her grandparents and cousins in india pretty often. she doesn't really go out like kaz and his other friends do, though she's always down to get drunk at home. jaimie's a lesbian 

last is ray, who kaz met bc kimmy started dating him towards the end of college. ray is the responsible one in their friend group, and usually the first to get exasperated with kaz. he is the second most normal character i have, offset only by his not really mainstream dark cowboy sensibilities. he's a writer, mostly trying to get his thriller/mystery shit published, and works in a mailroom for a steady paycheck. he's into movies, and he can mostly play guitar. he can also be blunt like jaimie, though he's better at being polite about it. he sincerely feels like he's usually right and that people should be listening to him and his advice, which leads to him imposing his ideas on people - mostly out of good will/trying to help, but he can still be pushy about it. he'll show up to help you if shit goes wrong, but if he told you so, ohh you're gonna fuckin hear it at least once. he's pretty generous with his time and energy, and he sticks to his word. ray's trans but straight

6. What is [x]'s favourite colour? FUCK I RAN OUT ALREADY

BUT THE LAST ONE WAS LONG ENOUGH TO COUNT AS TWO *BIG WINK*

7. Does [x] prefer showers, baths, or something else?

mat: if he had a bathtub his productivity would go down at least 15%. let him luxuriate. man of the senses. give him bath bombs and scented oils and candles and shit. god his shitty apartment is so unfair (tiny standing shower only)

kaz: showers, does not understand the appeal of sitting still in slowly cooling water and getting your head all sweaty, how if you wanna wash yourself you're just in the soapy grime water until it's too cold and boring to stay. he likes hot tubs tho