#he mostly silently smiles at his friend but can also rant excitedly about his findings and watson will listen and sherlock will appreciate

[noonewilleverknowistealkneecaps]

Look they are anxious golden retriever x mental support black cat coded

P. S. Ignore the amount of different signs, it just that i have different signatures for different art accounts on different platforms, confusing i know, i think ill have to unite them sometime soon.

[because-of-a-friend]

Boyfriend!Minghao Fluff

Thanks for the request @tinykpoper​ !!! I really hope you like it! Sorry it took me longer than I expected, I had a good bit of it written but then my computer lost all of my progress :( Remember everyone this is a series I only write by request so if I’m missing someone you want, go ahead and request them!

MASTERLIST

Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

Hao is such a chaotic force romantically lol

He acts very very very confident

But he is not 

He’ll talk a huge game to the other boys

“I’m so smooth and charming, I could date anyone I want!”

“Then why aren’t you dating anyone?”

“I- ... shut up, DK”

But he goes on talking himself up anyways lol

Finally one day DK decides to put Hao to the test

Hao mentions something about how suave he is

And DK is like “Ok, go ask them for their number then”

He gestures to you, talking with a friend a few feet away on the sidewalk

Minghao is like “I did not hear that”

But DK keeps egging him on

So finally, Minghao walks up to you

It takes you a moment to even realize that he’s there

He’s so quiet 

“Um, hello, my name is Minghao”

He scratches the back of his head

“Hi Minghao! I’m [Y/N]”

He’s taken aback by your bright smile and positive attitude 

His heart skips a beat

“I, um... I was wondering if I might be able to get your number?”

You contemplate for a second about giving a random boy your number

But he’s cute and sweet and you’re not getting any bad feelings so you think why not

You put your number in his phone 

“You better text me, Minghao”

His whole face is tomato red as he nods

DK is absolutely giddy when Minghao turns back to him

He opens his mouth but Minghao drags him away as quickly as possible

For the rest of the day, Minghao stares at your number wondering what to text you

He writes messages and then erases them over and over and over and over

He gets so in his head about it that eventually he just quits the idea of texting you

“Oh well, I’ll never see them again, it doesn’t really matter” 

But he does see you again

He walks into a coffee shop late at night

He’s just looking around and studying the menu

“You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here”

He feels shock at the words

His mind starts racing to try and remember if there’s anyone he’s offended 

He turns and it’s you!!!

You’re working there as a barista

Hao startles

“Oh...um”

“Is that what you do? Just ask people for their numbers and then never talk to them again? What’s even the point of that?”

He scratches the back of his head

“Well it’s just that...”

He looks back up at you

You’re smiling

Oh... you were messing with him

He smiles back a little

“I just didn’t know what to say”

“Well” you look over at the clock on the wall “You better figure out some things to say within twenty minutes”

“What? Why?”

“That’s when my shift ends! We can go get food, I’m hungry”

Minghao is speechless 

“I- um...”

“And you can treat to make up for not texting”

Minghao sits in the corner of the cafe, waiting for your shift to end

His heart is pounding the whole time

He looks up every once in awhile to watch you work 

You were so bright and kind to every customer

And you’re practically glowing in the golden lights of the cafe

When your shift is up you practically skip up to his table

“C’mon Mister Minghao, time for you to get me some dinner”

Minghao scrambles out of his chair and follows you out the door

Once you’re outside, you grab Hao’s hand and drag him towards the restaurant you have in mind

Hao is completely infatuated with you

How you’re smiling brightly under the street lights

You tell him excitedly about the restaurant you’re going to and how it’s one of your favorites

He just nods happily

Once you’re both finally settled in the restaurant, Minghao finally speaks up

It’s mostly to ask you questions about you

He finds out that you’re a university student, and what your major is

You tell him all about your family and friends and goals and dreams

Then you turn the conversation back to him

He shyly tells you about Seventeen and what that’s like

He beams as he talks about the boys and you find it absolutely adorable

“Can I see you dance sometime?”

He freezes 

“Would you even want to?”

“Of course I would, Hao! You talk about it so passionately, I want to see you in action!”

“I mean, I was gonna spend some extra time in the practice room this weekend...”

“Cool, it’ll be our second date then!”

Minghao is absolutely glowing when he gets home

“I’m guessing the coffee shop was good?” Jeonghan asks as he and Coups stare at his dazed face

“Huh? Oh yeah... it was fine”

For the rest of the week, Hao practices dances he could show you

When the day finally comes, he’s so nervous

He keeps watching himself in the mirror, worried that he looks ridiculous

When you finally come, he’s already pretty worn out

You sit with your back to the mirrors as you watch one of the dances he’s been working on

In the midst of his thoughts about doing well enough to impress you

He gets a passing thought that the image of you sitting in front of the wall of mirrors watching him dance is one that he could get used to

Once the song is done, you jump up excitedly

“Minghao that was amazing!!! You have to teach me something!!!”

He grins as you grip his arms and jump up and down

“Um ok, have you ever danced before?”

“Not once!”

He laughs at how brightly you say it

“Ok, then we’ll try something basic first”

The two of you spend the rest of the day dancing around, laughing when you mess up

You’re both exhausted by the time you actually make your way through a simple dance

You sit on the floor of the dance practice and drink water

“So, Mister Minghao... Any ideas for our third date?”

Romantically, you hit him like a hurricane

Every day is a new adventure with you

He thought he was outgoing

But you’re honestly down to do anything at any time

It changes his life honestly

Every moment is new and exciting

And while he’s with you, it’s never scary, just fun

He tries so many new things he never would have even considered just because of you

Once he gains confidence in your relationship, he comes up with just as many ideas for dates as you

And he takes more of the lead sometimes

His favorite feeling is the two of you holding hands as you rush off towards your next adventure

“Honestly Hao, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this confident and happy before”

“It’s cuz I’m in love Gyu”

Speaking of the other boys

Wow do they adore you

Just like Hao, they’re all taken aback by your confidence

Even Seungkwan and Hoshi

But they really think you’re awesome 

And it’s not long before you and Hao start inviting them on some of your adventures 

They all have so much fun

They love it when you attend their concerts because you cheer so loud

They have an inside joke that they can always hear you no matter how loud the other attendees get

And they know you’re really good for Hao

Bc not only are you taking him out of his comfort zone

You always take him seriously

You listen closely to all of his problems and concerns

You never make fun of him, not even a little 

You always proudly show off his art and praise him for it

You two like to go to couples art classes 

There was that one time when you came home from a rough day

And you just kind of leaned across from him on the counter and rant 

You admit that you’re struggling with school and the idea that you’re enough to accomplish what you want to

He silently takes out his paint and every time you complain about yourself, he writes one of the things he loves about you with paint on your skin

Then he stops waiting for you to say doubtful things and just continues writing kind thing after kind thing across your skin

When he runs out of space, he pushes up your shirt and continues to write

Then as he’s simply painting pretty designs up your stomach, he climbs on top of you and pushes you back to kiss you slowly and deeply and sweetly

Let’s just say he makes it very hard for you to doubt yourself

And you do the same for him

You honestly don’t even give him the chance to start doubting himself

You’re always supporting him in everything he does and praising his artistic creations

He loves talking to you after concerts 

Because you always have something new to say and you’re always overly excited about their performance and you explain your best parts with giant gestures and loud words

And he just sits there giggling at you

If you mention something about one of the other boys

He’ll get pouty until you talk about him again

And then you have to pet his head while you tell him how proud of him you are

But then you also push him back and tell him he’s so dramatic

But you two just have a really pure love for each other

You’re each other’s #1 supporters

And your relationship is all about finding adventure and doing it together

[collapsingintojupiter]

Sea Urchin

I made me some analogical fluff bc honestly, why not?

Characters: Virgil, Logan, (brief) Roman

Relationships: Analogical, platonic Prinxiety

---

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Roman?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course it’s a good idea!”

“Fish? For a date?” Roman sighed, slinging an arm around Virgil’s shoulder. 

“I’m telling you, oh panic-at-the-everywhere, that taking him to an aquarium will literally make his year. Logan loves the ocean, man.”

“And...and you’re sure he won’t think it’s weird?”

“No, because he’s weird. And so are you.”

“Hey!” Virgil shoved Roman away and glared at him, though it melted into a grin when he laughed that stupid laugh of his.  

“Relax, Virge. He’ll love it, I promise.” He sighed. 

“Okay…”

Half an hour later, Virgil was standing on the doorstep to the Crofter house, his hair awkwardly styled (Roman’s fault), and a plush shark in his hands (also Roman’s fault). Logan opened the door when he knocked, eyes widening at the sight of the plush shark. 

“I uh...here.” Virgil shoved it into Logan’s hands, then tried to remember what Roman had told him to say. “Uh, guess where we’re going today?”

Logan looked at the shark, then up at Virgil. 

Holy shit, I’ve never seen him this excited before. 

“Are...are we going to the aquarium?” At that, Virgil couldn’t help but smile. Maybe Roman’s terrible idea wasn’t so terrible after all. 

“Correct. I heard you were into marine biology, and they have a sale on the admission fee today. Roman also told me you liked sharks.”

Logan smiled--adorably, Virgil thought. 

“Yeah, I do. They’re such fascinating creatures, despite the terrible reputation they’ve been given.”

“That’s good, ‘cause they’ll have plenty where we’re going.” Virgil motioned to his car, which actually wasn’t his car, but his mom’s. “You ready to go?”

“I believe I am adequately prepared, yes.” Logan still held the plush, and carried it to the car with him where he set it on the dashboard. 

“Will it be okay if I keep it in here for now?” he asked as the two climbed inside. 

“Oh, sure!” Virgil said, and his voice definitely didn’t crack. He tried not to look at Logan as he backed the car out of the driveway and started into town; at his messy hair, the soft blue sweater he currently wore over a white button-up, at his blue glasses which had tiny goldfish painted on the sides - Roman’s work, most likely. And it was perfect.

Roman had been Logan’s best friend since the first grade, and from what Virgil had heard the two had become friends in much the same way he had when he’d been transferred to their school in fifth grade. Promptly after arriving Roman had made it his personal goal to befriend him, though Virgil had never understood quite why. Logan said he didn’t either; Roman merely shrugged when asked and said they’d seemed lonely. 

Not that that was true, or anything.

Whatever the case, Virgil did eventually succumb and become a part of the odd group. Later, when they reached highschool, it was again Roman who convinced him to finally ask Logan out. 

At first glance, Logan was little more than a quiet and studious kid with a weird fascination for both space and the deep ocean, something that was weirdly connected to and disconnected from Virgil’s own fascination with cryptids, conspiracies, and aliens. The more he’d gotten to know Logan, however, the more he learned about the nerdy kid’s wilder side; about his impulsive (but fun) antics in the name of science, his crazy ideas “for research purposes only, obviously,” and his long rants about stars at two in the morning when he couldn’t sleep. 

And Virgil fell in love with him. 

Roman noticed he had before he did, actually. He also said that Logan liked him too, and after several weeks of nagging Virgil finally worked up the courage to ask him out himself. And when Logan accepted--well, Virgil didn’t think he’d ever been happier (though he’d never tell Roman that).

“What’s your favorite ocean animal, Lo? Aside from sharks.” Logan glanced up, grinning crookedly. 

“I love eels,” he said. “And sea snakes. And crabs. And...” he stopped himself, and Virgil both tried and failed to hide a laugh. 

“Go ahead,” he said. “Um, do you have a favorite shark species?”

“Certainly. I am most fond of the tiger shark; their unique patterns are quite aesthetically pleasing. Speaking of sharks, did you know that shark skin feels like sandpaper?”

“I didn’t,” Virgil said, even though he did. “Tell me about it.”

“Their skin is made up of specialized placoid scales, which form a special kind of armor for the shark that’s actually quite thick. It’s also so rough that it can actually injure animals that rub against it the wrong way--it’s relatively smooth the other way, compared to it. The shape of the scales also makes the shark more streamlined in the water, so it loses less energy to drag when it’s hunting prey.”

Virgil kinda froze, even though he was still at the wheel, and once again he was struck by how damn smart Logan was, not to mention how cute he was when he got excited, and--

“Uh, Virgil?”

“Yeah?”

“You missed the turn.”

“Dammit!”

- - -

Virgil stood back a little, grinning to himself as Logan pressed his face up against the tank. On the other side of the glass, a rather uncomfortably large fish looked back at them. Virgil had already been dragged around four different rooms in the span of less than fifteen minutes, but despite that he couldn’t wipe the dumb look of adoration from his face as Logan excitedly rambled to him about parrot fish. 

“Did you know that they create bubble nets out of their mucus to hide in from sharks?”

“Uh...no, I didn’t.”

Man, the ocean was weird. 

“Ooh, this way! They have touch tanks in here!”

“They have what now?” Virgil asked, as Logan grabbed his hand and started pulling him into another room. 

“Touch tanks! So you can touch the anemones, urchins, sea cucumbers, and whatever else they have in there! Very fascinating textures, they have. Especially the anemones.”

“Wait wait wait...touch them?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Logan said quickly, coming to a halt at the room’s entrance. He glanced at Virgil. “If you want I can show you first, and then you can decide. They won’t hurt you.”

“Uh...okay.” Virgil wanted to say no, mostly because being wet was not what he had planned, but Logan seemed so excited about it that he couldn’t help it. Besides, it was just his hand. He’d be fine.

“Here’s a purple sea urchin.” Logan pointed at a little spiky thing in the sand, grinning from ear to ear. “Their spikes can’t hurt us, but they’re cool to touch.” He dipped his hand in, running his finger along one of the urchin’s spines. 

“Whoah, they’re closing together around your finger!” Virgil leaned over the edge of the tank, eyes wide. Logan grinned at him. 

“They trap food with their spines like that, isn’t that cool?”

“You mean it thinks your finger is food?” 

“Yup! Don’t worry though, he can’t hurt me. See?” Logan pulled his hand away easily, showing Virgil. “Wanna try?”

“You’re crazy.” He looked down at the urchin. “...Yes. I’ll try.”

The water was stupid cold, but Virgil rolled up his sleeves, pretended he didn’t notice the adorable smile Logan was giving him, and dipped his hand in. The urchin’s spines were hard, but smooth, and quickly hugged onto his finger as he watched in surprise. 

“You haven’t been to an aquarium before, have you?” Virgil glanced at Logan.  

“I haven’t, no. Ocean always gave me the heebies. Didn’t realize it was so...uh, cool…” he turned away to hide his face, which had turned a delicate shade of rose, and quickly washed his hands while Logan tried to pet every sea cucumber he could find in the tank. 

“They’re very squishy,” he said as he joined Virgil by the entrance. “Very smooth. I like them.”

“I can tell,” Virgil answered with a grin. 

They went to more tanks, then ate at the cafe inside. Logan excused himself after they sat down, leaving Virgil alone for a few minutes as he disappeared. 

Virgil pulled his patch jacket closer around his shoulders, and let out a small sigh. He’d never been much of a learner like Logan was - sleeping in class, doodling on the margins of his notebooks, ignoring the teacher and everything around him...but learning from Logan was so different, so...fun. He realized he’d been enjoying himself immensely the whole time, even though he now had more facts on sea cucumbers than he’d ever know what to do with. 

Being with Logan was fun, he thought. 

“What are you thinking about, Virgil?”

“GAH! Logan, why?”

“I apologize.” Logan sat down, a smile hiding in his eyes as he tried to look sheepish. “I uh, didn’t realize that you hadn’t noticed my presence.”

“It’s alright,” Virgil shook his head, pushing a plate of food towards him. “You just startled me.”

“I will try to avoid doing so in the future.” 

They talked about black holes and green sand; about comets and cone snails and nebulae and nurse sharks. 

And Virgil loved it. 

At last, the day had gone and it was time to go. Virgil was exhausted, but glowing with happiness as they made their way towards the exit. Logan held his hand; similarly quiet, similarly happy. 

As they reached the front door, he stopped and turned to him. 

“I uh...got you something,” Logan said quietly, holding something up for him to see. 

“Is...is that an urchin plush?”

“I, uh...I thought that since…I went back to the gift shop...wanted to get something special...”

“I love it.” Virgil gently took the plush from Logan, cupping it in his hands and feeling how soft it was in his fingers. Logan grinned widely, and before either boy knew what was happening they were in each other’s arms. Logan’s embrace was gentle, but firm, and Virgil was pretty sure he never wanted to leave his arms again. 

Silently, he thanked Roman for his best terrible idea ever.

[smiles-quotes]

She’s my girl JJ x Reader

Hey guys so here’s just a quick one shot I did cause this TV show is just fucking amazing. And can i just say WTF was that shit with Kiara and Pope they have zero chemistry. JJ should’ve ended up with Kiara tbh. Warnings of violence  

You can read it here on ao3 or below :)

JJ hadn’t had the easiest time with his father, that was for sure. He was ultimately surprised nobody had really poked around and found out just how bad it was with his pops. He knew that he shouldn’t have to put up with this, but it was his father and some people must have it worse right? Summer seemed to be the perfect time to just forget all his problems and just live. He mostly stayed at John B’s place refusing to go to his fathers if he could avoid it. Food was ‘meh’, he hadn’t gotten any all day and the weed gave him cravings which is why they were all (John B, Kiara and Pope) headed to the Wreck hoping Kie’s dad could give them some leftovers. Pope was ranting about his scholarship when JJ saw you, fuckin’ Y/N. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and fuck she was fierce. JJ remembered seeing you beat up a few guys, most of them Kook’s and stupid idiots who didn’t know their boundaries and that he found hot as hell. You were also JJ’s neighbour, JJ had known you all his life. They would sneak out beers when their families were asleep and go down by the beach. Those were the good old days, it had been a while since JJ had talked to you since he wasn’t at his place recently. 

He snapped out of his thoughts when John B shoved him to the side laughing, “It’s been five minutes and you haven’t said a word!” John B laughed, “Where you at dude?” He threw an arm around JJ’s shoulders bringing him closer so he could ruffle his hair.

“Nah I’m good, just food man.” JJ shoved himself from John B’s grip, before looking over his shoulder to try and spot you once more.

“She’s right there.” Kie pointed to the girl walking across the street. You were laughing at something a friend of yours was saying, waving your hands in salute before reaching the sidewalk. God she was just so gorgeous. “Oh man you’ve got it bad.” Kie laughed, running her hands through her hair to bring it up in a messy ponytail.

“Wh-what no,” He spluttered, “I mean okay yeah, yeah I do but have you seen her.” JJ added waving to all of her. Pope and John B laughed in silent agreement and Kie just shook her head silently with a small smile on her face. 

“You’ve had a crush on her for ages man!” Pope added “Just like confess your feelings or some shit before this gets sad.”

“You do realize i’ll never be good enough for her right, like what do I have to offer?” JJ scratched the back of his neck, his friends quickly started to protest saying he was more than enough but JJ put his hands up saying “Guys, doesn’t matter it’s never going to happen either way. She’s a thousand times better than me an-”

“Who’s a thousand times better than you?” A voice cut him off. JJ turned around with a yelp only to find you looking at him expectantly. “Do I have to go kick some girls ass here? She thinks she’s better than you?” you added teasingly but JJ knew that if he said the word she’d do it. 

“Uh no, no I mean I just,” JJ tried obviously flustered which got a laugh out of you. God’s her laugh was beautiful JJ thought as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear looking up at JJ. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” His friends just snickered behind him which captured y/n’s attention a cloud of confusion crossing your face at their antics.

“Mhhm,” you smiled, “You home tonight?”

“Uhh- no, we’re going to do a fire down by the beach with a keg if you want to join though.” JJ announced excitedly making the others chuckle as his antics, JJ couldn’t stand still on his best days, always full of energy.

“Oh, that’d be great. I have to make dinner for my folks but if I can sneak out after then I’ll pop by. If I’m not imposing.” You explained slowly biting your nails. It was a nervous gesture he recognized. He had spent nights trying to get you to open up about it until you finally admitted the habit had started because your parents were always telling you you took too much space and annoyed everyone. 

JJ quickly stepped up grabbing your arm to stop you from biting your nails, “Hey no, you know you’ll never be a bother to me. Come on y/n.” He dropped a quick kiss to your fingers before letting you retrieve your hand. JJ had seen you bite at your fingers till they bled, he hated when you did that to yourself. He looked up from your hand only now noticing how close you both were and man your eyes. JJ felt he could just look at you all day and never get bored. 

“Anyways I, I think I have to go now before I piss off my folks. I’m late home so yeah, bye JJ.” You stepped back from JJ, looking at your watch before leaving without a further word. JJ watched you go in a dreamy daze before Kiara snapped her fingers in front of his face bringing him back to reality. 

“You are head over heels in love with her man,” Pope laughed, clapping him on the back. 

“You fuckin kissed her fingers, never knew you could be such a romantic.” John B snickered, him and Pope leaning on one another as they laughed. 

“Cut it off man, she’s like a pearl in the sea you know.” JJ smiled goofily motioning to the world around him as if he needed to be heard. 

“Oh no that’s just cheesy,” Kie smirked “She’s literally into you though, I never knew you could make a girl blush like that JJ.” She teased.

“Oh shut it guys.” JJ lightly shoved the guys before they set out for the Wreck once again. 

/

The party down at the beach was in full swing and the guys had teased him the rest of the afternoon for his hopeless crush on y/n. He’d been coerced into a conversation with Kie about how he should go for it and he just nodded the whole time so she would let it go. No matter what they said JJ knew that you couldn’t possibly be into him. There were so many better guys out there he didn’t think you could ever think of him that way.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You asked laughing. You’d shown up! JJ didn’t think you would actually show but yet there you were and looking gorgeous as ever. You were wearing the same clothing from before but still looked damn good. You had a ratty Led Zeppelin t-shirt with denim shorts and although that was a common look in the cut he didn’t think he’d seen anyone else wear it better. 

“I uh, do you want a beer?” JJ asked, finally looking up to your eyes to notice you staring at his chest? Arms? “You checking me out y/n?” He chuckled lowly.

“Oh don’t think I didn’t notice you doing the same JJ.” You laughed but he could see the dark blush staining your cheeks. “And I would appreciate a beer very much thank you.” You chimed, biting your bottom lip distracting JJ for half a second. JJ nodded and disappeared for a few seconds before reappearing with a red cup of beer. 

“There you are.” JJ smiled, handing you the cup and taking a sip from his own. “How are you, it’s been too long since we’ve hung out.”

“Well you’re the one who disappeared on me,” you said with a small smile, “but I guess I’m doing alright. Same old, you?” 

“Yeah I’ve been, I’m good. Just a rough patch with my dad I guess.” JJ answered walking out towards the water beside you. “Sorry for abandoning you though, I know you must be missing my presence something fierce.” JJ teased lightly, happy to see it bring a blush to your cheeks. God’s he loved being able to do that. 

“Ha-ha, you’re hilarious. I’m pretty sure it must be you missing me something fierce.” You rebutted shaking your head. It occured to JJ that they were flirting and he had to restrain himself from jumping up in happiness.

“Uhuh,” JJ smirked stepping closer to her, “I missed you always face planting in the sand cause you’re too clumsy to walk.”

You groaned at the memory, it had been quite funny. It was a few weeks ago when they had both sneaked out of their houses with beer and ended up wasted. You had had too many beers and kept tripping in the sand, JJ had needed to carry you back. “I’ll have you know that was one time and I was wasted.” 

“Excuses excuses,” JJ laughed, still unbearably close to one another, “I’m convinced you only wanted to be in my strong arms.” JJ remembered carrying you back to the hammock in your backyard where they’d crashed for the night. A small hammock he might add.

A wave rushed up to them, the cold water hitting their feet which sent you into his arms and JJ stumbling back, his arms coming up around you to stabilize them both. “Oh baby, if you want me to hold you all you have to do is ask.” 

You swatted at his arm with a look of indignation but made no move to step back. He let out a small laugh bringing you impossibly closer which gave him a small sound of satisfaction from you. “JJ I-” you started looking up at him. Their lips were almost touching, he stared at you, noticing you lick your lips in anticipation. Gods he wanted to kiss you so badly but he wanted to make it good, and he was always kind of an asshole he thought to himself. 

“You what?” JJ whispered, he could feel your breath on his lips and he barely held back from kissing you right then and there. He could see you pout slightly as he awaited for you to answer him.

“I want-” and JJ’s hand came up to cup your cheek, the other grabbing you by the waist a little more harshly drawing a small whine out of you.

“You want what?” JJ teased, his hand grabbing your ass hitching you closer and your lips lightly touched.

“You asshole, just ki-” and then he was kissing you and damn was he happy he teased you cause he could feel your breath hitch and you were grabbing him as if he was about to disappear. JJ had spent hours upon hours imagining this moment and now that he was kissing you and being able to feel how your soft lips sighed open in content. He knew this was a thousand times better than what he ever could’ve imagined. You tasted sweet and warm and a little like beer but it’s perfect. JJ smiles at the small moan you let slip when he licks into your mouth and suddenly the kiss is something else. Its harsh and teeth collide for a second making you both wince slightly before you’re back at it and your nails are digging into his scalp. It should hurt he thinks but instead it creates pulses of pleasure. Groaning JJ grabs at your ass and his other hand holding you by the waist squeezing you gently wanting to bring you closer.

You both separate, needing to breathe and with a smile JJ keeps kissing along your jaw and sucking slightly at your skin making you clutch his hair harder. You let out another moan making JJ growl, wanting to be closer you push your hips together making you lose balance and suddenly you’re falling backwards. You let out a little yelp of surprise and JJ starts laughing as he lands into the sand with you on top of him. 

“Gods, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for ages.” JJ laughs his hands running up your thighs.

“Then why didn’t you sooner?” You say leaning forwards to kiss him again and you bite his bottom lip making him open his mouth panting slightly. JJ grabs you by the back of the neck and it’s messy, you’re both fighting for dominance of the kiss and gods JJ has never been more turned on before.

“Well, what do we have here?” Rafe pipes up with his two other goons, Topper and Klece. JJ and you separate suddenly at the interruption, he gets up slowly pushing you behind him. The three boys seem drunk and itching for a fight. Fucking kook’s. JJ’s a little surprised they came to bother them since they gained a little distance from the party when they were walking.  

“Can’t you guys see we were busy now?” JJ sneers annoyed. You’re clutching his arm tightly, he’s not too sure if it’s to hold him back from them or because you’re scared. JJ knows that no matter how many guys you’ve beaten up, you’d never taken on several at the same time. 

“What are we bothering you and your slut here?” Rafe laughs and before he knows what he’s doing JJ marches up to him and slams him on the side of the face. 

“Don’t you fucking dare call her that!” JJ shouts trying to punch the other in the face again but Klece grabs him by the neck in chokehold while Topper punches him in the abdomen. 

“Let him go!” You shout running forwards only to get thrown back by Rafe. 

“Don’t fucking touch my girl you piece of shit!” JJ seethes trying to get away by jamming his elbows into Klece that still has a strong hold on him. JJ can feel himself gasping for breath as Klece breaks off his air supply. Rafe just laughs and grabs you by your hair making you stand up from where he pushed you down.

“What did you say?” Rafe demands with a grin on his face. “You tell me not to touch her?” JJ manages to get out of Klece’s hold, spitting out rage when Rafe grabs you harshly by the jaw making you whimper in fear. You know in the back of his head that Rafe is about to kiss you but before he can manage you knee him in the balls and JJ slams into him. JJ manages to get several hits in before Topper and Klece are back on him and throwing him off Rafe. 

“Just let him go, we weren’t even bothering you guys!” You run forwards trying to get to JJ, but then Rafe has you by the waist hauling you off and your screaming bloody murder to get other pogues here. He can see Rafe shouting something in your face and ripping your shirt open laughing. In his rage JJ’s aware of running coming towards him from where Klece is back to choking him. Suddenly the boys are ripped off of him by John B and Pope. Kiara’s spitting into Rafe’s face. Without a second to lose JJ tackles Rafe to the ground sending fist after fist into his face. It takes him a few seconds to realize that he’s also shouting something at Rafe. 

“You fucking piece of shit, never touch my girl again or I’ll fucking kill you I swear!” JJ fumes only being taken off Rafe by John B and Pope. The guy looks like he won’t be able to see for the next few days but you don’t care. JJ thinks John B, Pope and Kiara are talking to him, telling him to calm down. It only takes a whimper from you and he snaps out of his anger turning to you. Your shirt is ripped and there’s a bruise forming on your jaw which almost sets JJ off again but JJ can see your tears forming so he gathers you into his arms making soothing noises.

“I’m so sorry baby, I swear they won’t hurt you again. Okay?” JJ whispers, stepping back to look into your eyes. “Here put this on.” JJ says taking off his shirt and putting it over your head. It has a bit of blood on it but you appreciate it as it hides your chest from the others.

“What happened?” John B asks.

“I don’t know, those fucking kooks came to bother us when we were alone.”JJ spits out anger resurfing but then you step into his arms sniffling. “We’re gonna go, can we crash at your place John B.” John B just nods as an answer. JJ cradles you into his arms, nodding back to John B in thanks. 

“You hurt anywhere?” JJ whispers scanning your body for injuries he might’ve missed. 

“No I don’t think so,” you tremble, biting your nails unconsciously. JJ still seems mad about the whole situation but after clenching his jaw for several seconds he looks at you decided.

“All right, let’s go.” JJ says holding you close, walking to John B’s. When you get at John B’s house JJ pulls you close, both of you crashing into the pullout. You’re still shaken about the whole situation, shocked at how much of an asshole these kook’s can be. 

“I’ll get them back for what they did.” JJ mutters angrily thinking up plans of what he could do as revenge. You grab JJ’s face in your hands gently shocking him out of his stupor. 

“Let’s not think about them right now.” You say looking at JJ in the eyes, grateful for how much he defended you and still wants to defend you. JJ has several bruises on his side blooming like never before. His lip is split and he has bruises on the side of his face. “I didn’t see them hit you in the face.” You whisper in confusion. JJ’s eyes snap to you but he quickly looks away shrugging.

“That was my old man, nothing I can’t deal with.” JJ admits running his hand down your back. JJ has never fully admitted that his dad would hit him but from all the times you hung out together you had your doubts. 

“Oh sweety, it’s nothing you should have to deal with.” You reply earnestly. “You can stay with me if you want.”

“You wouldn’t mind?” JJ stammered self consciously.

“Of course I don’t mind, I feel safest when I’m with you,” You look up to him smiling shyly. JJ’s looking back at you with something like awe in his eyes. “You know my hammock misses you.” You add making JJ laugh at the memory. 

“Gods you have no idea how much I love you, do you?” JJ whispers smiling as he holds you closer to him dropping a kiss on your lips.

“I love you too you know.” You add your hand running through his hair to coe rest on his cheek wiping away the tear on his face. “I’m serious, I really do love you.” JJ lets out a choked sound at your admission and buries his head into your chest cuddling you close.

John B, Pope and Kiara find you asleep in one another’s arms the next morning and they smile to themselves taking a picture with John B’s old Polaroid camera. The camera’s flash wakes the both of you causing JJ to grab a pillow throwing it vaguely in their direction before cuddling into your side once again.

[artificialqueens]

The Breakup (Biadore) - Whiskey Neat

A/N: Surprise, surprise, Adore is sad again! Just a note that as the writer I refer to them as Roy and Adore but they mostly refer to each other as Bianca and Danny in the story. I hope that makes sense. Also, Kristian is Adore’s ex in real life for anyone who doesn’t know. Enjoy!

Roy was having a great night. He went out to eat at a nice restaurant, spent some time with friends, and even went to a drag show. He always thought the shows were a lot more enjoyable when he had the night off. Now, he was at his friend John’s apartment feeling happy and content, finishing a movie they had started watching a few days before but never finished. 

Adore’s night on the other hand, hadn’t gone anything like that. She had gotten in drag for a date with her boyfriend Kristian and they ended up not even going out like they had planned. He declined Adore’s invite to meet at her apartment, insisting they just stay in his hotel room because they “needed to talk.” When she heard that, Adore knew something was up and anxiety grew in the pit of her stomach the closer to his hotel room she got. 

Knocking on the door, she heard rustling from inside the room. Kristian soon opened the door and gave Adore a sad smile. “Hey”

“What’s going on?” Adore asked, as her boyfriend took her hand and gently pulled her into the room. 

He sat her down on the bed and sat himself down next to her. “We need to talk…" 

“About?” Adore asked, mentally preparing herself for the worst. 

“Us." 

Even though that’s what she was expecting to hear, the one word answer made Adore’s eyes burn and her heart drop into her stomach. 

”….Okay….what about us?“ She asked wearily. 

"I don’t know how to tell you this in a way that won’t hurt so I’m just gonna say it…I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore.” Kristian told her, not being able to meet her eyes after he said it. 

“I-I…okay…” Adore trailed off, looking down and blinking back tears. “Is there something I did wrong or-" 

He grabbed her hands "No, no, no! It wasn’t anything you did. I promise. I just kind of…lost feelings. Being away from you so much really affected me. It sucks that I live in Australia and you live here in LA. We don’t see each other often enough and it’s hard for me to keep feelings strong in situations like this. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us to stay in this relationship if the feelings aren’t the same." 

"How long have you felt like this?” Adore asked, not even sure if she wanted to know the answer. 

“A month, maybe. It’s hard not being around you a lot and getting to experience things with you like I should. The separation is just too much. You deserve someone that can be here and love you like you want them to and I can’t be that person anymore. So I just think it’s best if we stop seeing each other. I want you to be happy, Adore." 

"Kris, I can fly you out here more or-or I can fly there or we could-” Adore rambled. 

“Adore” Kristian said grabbing her by the shoulders to shut her up, “I’m sorry…I just don’t feel the same about you as I used to.”

Adore was silent for a moment before standing up and wiping her cheeks. “Okay…if that’s how you really feel then I guess I should go." 

Kristian got up and followed her to the door. "I’m sorry Adore, I wish things were different" 

She stepped out into the hallway and turned to face him. "Yeah, me too.” She said, hating how badly her voice shook. 

Kristian stood in the doorway for a few moments before closing the door. Before it closed all the way he heard Adore say “I was happy with you." 

He took one last glance at her and closed the door the rest of the way, signaling that he didn’t want anything to do with her anymore. That caused Adore’s already fragile heart to shatter into pieces. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn’t just have a mental breakdown in the hotel hallway in full drag. Adore pulled out her phone and ordered a Lyft to take her to the see the one person she knew could help her put her heart back together. 

Adore arrived outside of Roy’s apartment 20 minutes later, knocking a few times and waiting. She heard Sammy and Dede barking excitedly on the other side of the door but no one seemed to be answering. Great, she thought. Roy isn’t even home. 

The lump in her throat grew and she could feel her breakdown coming closer by the minute. She knew where Roy kept the spare key, so this technically would be a situation where she had the right to let herself in, wouldn’t it? At this point she didn’t even care. Adore dug around in the potted plant next to the door until her fingertips touched the small metal key. 

Squeezing it in her palm, she stood back up, unlocked the door, and stepped inside the dark apartment. The dogs greeted her excitedly but not even that could lift Adore’s spirits. Not even bothering to say hi to the adorable little creatures, she headed straight to the couch and curled up in fetal position, finally letting herself cry and cry. 

Before she knew it, the two small dogs had joined her on the couch. Sammy cuddled up under her arm while Dede climbed right on top of her and began licking the salty tears off her cheeks, the pure innocence of the gesture making her cry even more. It was like they understood she was upset, and for that Adore was grateful. At least this way she didn’t have to be completely alone while Roy was out. Animals always had a special way of calming her anyway. 

Eventually Dede stopped licking Adore’s face and laid down behind her, nuzzling herself into the long black wig Adore hadn’t bothered to take off, and rested her head on the side of Adore’s face. Adore didn’t mind, accepting any form of comfort she could possibly get as she cried herself to sleep. 

About an hour later Roy had finally left John’s place and was back at his apartment. He walked in the door and was greeted with silence. ”That’s strange” Roy thought. His dogs always came running to greet him, barking loudly. He set his keys down, turned the light on, and crept down the hall.

From the dim light in the hallway shining into the room, Roy could see his beloved dogs laying on the couch, cuddling the form of a person. Not knowing who the person was at first, Roy panicked a little. But he figured he must know them because no robber would break in just to take a nap with his dogs…would they?

Tiptoeing closer, Roy was able to see a tattooed arm that he quickly realized belonged to Adore. Roy sighed in relief as he closed the distance between himself and the sleeping queen, wondering why Adore would break into his apartment at 1 in the morning. 

Roy wanted to be mad at her, but once he brushed Adore’s hair off her face he was able to see the dried tears and mascara stains that resided there. “Oh no baby, what happened to you?” He asked even though Adore wasn’t awake to answer.  

Adore shivered in her sleep so Roy left her side to go get a blanket from his bedroom. When he came back, Adore still appeared to be asleep. Roy draped the blanket over her and stepped back, patting his legs and saying to the dogs, “come on, let’s let her sleep” but they didn’t budge. Sammy stayed still and Dede looked up, whined quietly, and burrowed her head back into Adore’s hair. 

“Suit yourselves” Roy shrugged. 

Just as Roy turned to leave the room, he heard a voice say “he doesn’t love me anymore” so quietly he was almost sure he imagined it. 

“What?” He asked, turning back around. 

“He doesn’t love me anymore” Adore repeated, voice cracking this time. 

Roy rushed over to her and Adore sat up, being careful to not disturb the half-asleep dogs too much as she did so.  

“Who doesn’t love you, Adore?” Roy asked, sitting down and letting Adore rest her head in his lap. 

“Kristian…h-he broke up with me because he stopped…he stopped being in love with me” Adore said, taking a shaky breath. 

“Adore, I’m so sorry” Roy said, stroking her hair.

Adore rolled onto her back and looked up at Roy “He. Stopped. Loving. Me. Bianca.” She repeated for the fourth time, as if she was trying to make herself believe it even more than Roy. 

“I know baby, I’m sorry” was all Roy could say before it suddenly fully clicked in Adore’s brain that her relationship was actually over. It was all true. Kristian didn’t love her. He didn’t want her. No one wanted her. 

Adore’s face screwed up and she rolled onto her side so she could hide her face in the bottom part of Roy’s shirt. 

Roy pulled the top half of Adore’s body up so he could embrace her properly. Adore then buried her head in Roy’s neck so close that he could feel her eyelashes brushing against his skin when she blinked. 

“Shhhh, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay, shhhh” he said as he kept rubbing her back and whispering more words of comfort in her ear while she continued to cry.  

Eventually her sobs died down and she just sniffled once in a while. “You’re okay” Roy said, as Adore inhaled deeply and pulled back, wiping underneath her eyes with her shirt sleeve. 

“I really thought he was the one.” Adore said in a hoarse voice as she fell back into Roy’s chest. “I never knew what being in an actual relationship felt like until I met him. I thought he was the person I’d spend the rest of my life with but now he doesn’t even want me, Bianca. I think I’m unlovable.”  

“You’re not unlovable.” Roy said firmly. 

“Then why does this always happen to me?! People only pretend to love me because they wanna fuck me and after that happens they leave. And even if someone really does love me, it doesn’t last. They always seem to lose feelings and just drop me like I’m nothing!” Adore ranted, eyes welling up again. “I just want someone to love me.”

That last sentence broke her heart all over again and she dissolved into tears for what felt like the hundredth time that night. 

“Adore…Danny look at me.” Roy said, pushing the crying queen off of him and holding her face in his hands so she’d look him in the eye. 

“You are not unlovable, Danny. People treating you like that just goes to show that they don’t deserve you. You’ll find the right person someday and it’ll be the best feeling in the world. I know you will. Someone will love you the way you want them to and treat you right….someone like me.” Roy told her, not even realizing he said the last part until it was too late. 

Adore sniffled. “I’m sorry I can’t believe you, I just don’t think that’s pos-…wait what?“ 

Roy’s cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and fear. "What?" 

"Th-the last part…what did you say?” Adore asked, looking confused. 

“I said you’ll find someone to love you and treat you right…” Bianca hesitated. 

“No not that…theLAST part, B. What did you say?” Adore pressed on, staring into Roy’s brown eyes with her big, shiny green ones. 

“I said you’ll find someone to love you and treat you right” he repeated before quietly adding, “someone like me." 

Adore’s mouth dropped open and she quickly sat up and knelt next to Roy and stared at him while Roy looked away, unable to handle the fact that Adore was probably going to slap him across the face and walk out of his life forever. 

"I- you- what?” Adore stuttered, mouth still hanging open.  

Roy reached up and closed it for her before saying, “You heard me." 

"You…you love me? Like really love me? Like more than just the friend kind?” Adore asked in disbelief. 

“There you go, now you’re getting it.” Roy said sarcastically, tapping Adore’s forehead with his pointer finger a few times to jokingly signal that she was a little slow. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?!" 

"I was afraid. I didn’t think you would ever feel the same way because you’re so young and I’m so…not. I’ve loved you since we met on Drag Race. I know I can, and do, love you the way you want someone to and I know I can treat you right and always be there for you if you’ll let me.” Bianca told her. “And even if you don’t feel the same, that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop being here for you. I’ll always have your back whether we’re just friends or more than friends." 

"You’re not lying just to make me feel better?” Adore questioned, still not believing that Roy was capable of feeling this way towards her. 

“You know I’d never lie to you, Danny.” He replied. 

Adore’s chin trembled and she wrapped her arms around Roy and buried her face back in his neck. Roy hugged her in return and could soon feel more of Adore’s tears dripping onto his chest. 

“Hey, wait! That wasn’t supposed to make you cry!” Roy exclaimed. 

“I know, I’m sorry. Crying is kinda my natural reaction to everything if you haven’t realized.” She gave a half-hearted laugh. “It’s just a lot to take in…I don’t know what to say” Adore said, wiping her tears again.

“It’s okay, I don’t want you to say anything until this breakup thing blows over and you can think clearly. I just wanted you to know right now that it’s not impossible for someone to love you like that." 

"Thanks B, that means a lot to me.” Adore said as she and Roy made themselves comfortable and the two dogs, who had retreated to the other end of the couch, joined them again and they all fell asleep. 

The next morning Adore woke up alone on the couch. She could hear Roy making breakfast and talking to his dogs in the kitchen.

Instead of going straight to the kitchen, she first headed to the bathroom to wash off all the remnants of Adore that were still on her face and become Danny again. 

After he removed his makeup and threw his now tangled wig on Roy’s bed, he stole a t-shirt and sweatpants from Roy’s closet and put them on. Then the fresh-faced and comfortably dressed Danny made his way to the kitchen. 

“Morning sleeping beauty” Roy said as Danny walked into the room. 

Danny didn’t say anything. Instead, he walked straight over to Roy and pressed their lips together. Roy squeaked in surprise but gently brought a hand up to Danny’s jaw and continued the kiss. 

It was a long kiss. Roy savored the feeling of having Danny’s plump lips against his own but soon realized that they shouldn’t be doing this right now. Danny literally just got out of a relationship yesterday. 

“Danny, we shouldn’t do this yet” Roy told him, breaking the kiss. “It’s too soon." 

"No, I made up my mind. I want to be with you, Bianca.” Danny said. “I’m gonna to let you love me how you want to and I’m gonna love you even more in return." 

"Are you sure? It’s only been one night, Danny. I want you to be su-" 

Danny cut him off with another kiss. "Was I sure when I promised my fans I was coming back to YouTube?”  

“Dan…you never did that" 

Danny bit his lip. "Oh fuck, you’re right…sorry I’m not good at analogies”  

“I’m surprised you even know what that word means” Roy said, as he rolled his eyes. 

“Fuck off! Now listen, I mean it Bianca. I’m 100% sure about this, okay? I’m ready to try having a relationship with you if you are.” Danny said seriously. 

“Can’t say no to that!” Roy grinned as he pulled Danny in for yet another kiss. 

[goldensunflowers98]

Jailbird: Chapter Three

Sparrow’s POV

“Little birdie,” I hear a small whistle and a familiar voice call out in a sing song voice as I wash myself in the shower after breakfast. “Oh, little birdie.”

“Yes, Harold?” I sigh back as I place my two dollar body wash that I got from the commissary earlier - because I felt bad that I kept stealing Harry’s - beside me.

“Oh, that tone! It wounds me, little bird. It truly, truly does. Makes my chest ache a bit even. Although, it could be heart burn from the bacon I ate earlier but still, I’m hurt.” I shake my head at his dramatic, theatrical ways, closing my eyes as I try to soak up the last few moments of my lukewarm water that was curing my aching, tired bones.

“Is there something you need, Harry?” I deadpan as I start to wash my hair under the stream.

“Oh, nothing. Nothing. Just the fact that we are supposed to be at our designated jobs in less than five minutes, but it’s fine. Even through if I get another shot, I’m going to be put in solitary for the rest of the week. Been there, done that. Scratched my name in the wall. And, sure, being alone and all sounds fun but it’s really, really fucking boring actually. And, then your mind starts playing tricks on you and all of a sudden, you’re paranoid that everyone is trying to kill you so you don’t eat for five days because you’re positive that those motherfuckers poisoned your food. Then, the dramatic asses send to medical where they shove a feeding tube down your throat, which really doesn’t feel to well on the ol’ esophagus at the end of the day. So, sure, take your time. Put in that extra leave in conditioner, but just know, you’re killing me here, little bird. Positively killing me.”

By the end of his rant, I was staring blankly at the ratty, off white shower curtain and blinking several times. Pulling the curtain back a bit, I slowly poke my head out and see him, freshly showered as well, sitting with his back against the wall as he stares at the ceiling outside the shower.

“Harry?” He hums in acknowledgment, turning his head to give me a lazy, dimpled smile. “Are you okay?” I ask seriously, making his grin widen slightly and sarcastically, his eyes sparkling.

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

Letting out a loud groan as I roll my eyes, I release the curtain once more and begin finishing washing my hair. “Just give me two more minutes!”

“Okay, Sparrow. But, just a little reminder. If I get sent to solitary, guess who doesn’t have a bodyguard or personal blanket for the rest of the week?” I could proactively hear the smirk in his voice.

At his words, my hand immediately turns off the shower and I’m reaching for my towel in record speed. Usain Bolt would be shocked if he saw me get dressed in that moment.

“Let’s go!” I shout as I hop out of the shower cubby and grab his hand, yanking him up as he grins.

“That’s my girl,” he throws his arm around my shoulders as I try not to flush at his comment. “Now lets go find out your job.”

“What is your daily job?” I ask him as we make our way down the long hallway where I could hear the loud, thunderous voices of men shoved in a tiny room.

“I work in the mechanic and electrical building. See that light bulb over there?” He points at a light fixture handing above us. “Changed it all by myself just yesterday,” he states proudly as I make an impressed expression, clapping proudly.

“Wow, a handyman. I’m impressed,” I laugh as he shrugs playfully cocky and full of himself - at least I think it was playful.

“I bet you are the eyes and ears of this place and know the ins and outs of everything. I wonder if they are aware that they literally handed the notorious Harry Styles, probably the most dangerous man in here, the job where he can easily break out at any time.” I state as we near the doors and I can’t help but notice as Harry’s face goes stoic before he smiles slightly. I can’t help but notice the dark glimmer in his eyes but I ignore it, because honestly I’m too afraid to ask.

“Name?” A deep, bored voice calls out suddenly, making me snap out of my confused trance. Looking down, I see a man sitting at a table with a stack of papers in front of him.

“Um, Sparrow. Sparrow Matthews. I’m here for my job,” I mumble awkwardly as Harry seems to be glaring the man down as if he just killed his parents in front of him.

“Ah, our one and only girl. You’re in the kitchen, of course. Where else would we put you?” The misogyny and sexism reeked off the man as he gave me the creepiest grin and wink after he finished his sentence. “And just so you know I like turkey, cheese, and a little mayo on my sandwich.”

With all the self control in my being, I somehow do not reel back and slap the taste out of his mouth but instead, I give him a bright, sarcastic smile and stare the middle aged man in the eyes as I say, “Sorry, sweetheart, I’m not your mother, but I’m sure when you go home to her tonight she’ll be happy to make you one.”

The man gapes at me wide eyed as I hear Harry behind me trying not to crack up. “I certainly do not live with my mother, young lady! I am a grown man!”

“Sure you don’t, sweetheart. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Anyway, off I go. Don’t want to be late. Bye, Harry! Bye, Mr…” I lean over and read his name tag as he looks like he’s about to have a coronary right then and there. “Mr. Billingsworth. Say hi to your mother for me!”

I could hear Harry’s cackle of a laugh as I proudly jog down the halls, passing a few guards that were standing around uncaringly before I make it to the mess hall.

Opening the doors, the cafeteria is empty and silent other than the quiet chatter of pans in the very back where the kitchen was located.

Walking to the back, I gently push open the swinging doors and peek inside. “Hello?” I call out only to see the one and only Janet pop up from behind a corner carrying a box of potatoes.

“Oh, hello, dearie! Are you my new help?” She asks as I nod before I rush over to help her carry the heavy load. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She sighs heavily after we place the box on the counter.

“Well I’m glad I finally have a girl around here to talk to! Marcus is a silent, angry bore most days so it’s pretty quiet around here,” she says as we begin walking towards another pair of doors, leading further back.

“Who’s Marcus?” I ask just as she swings the door open and I come face to face with a tall, brooding, tattoo covered, beautiful, dark skinned man who was slamming down a cleaver so hard onto a hunk of meat that I flinched every time it came down.

Oh, sweet Jesus. Is it possible to be terrified and aroused at the same time?

“That is Marcus. Marcus, say hi, honey!” Janet calls out, making the man slam his cleaver down once more before he looks up, making intense eye contact with me before he gives me a small head nod.

Swoon.

“I told you. Man of very few words,” Janet whispers in my ear as he turns back to his mutilating of, what I now see is, chicken cutlets.

“So is this everyone? Just the two of you were making breakfast, lunch, and dinner for all the inmates?” I ask in shock before Janet lets out a sigh and Marcus lets out a loud snort as his cleaver hits the metal table once more.

“Oh, no, dearie. We also have-”

“I’m here! Let the fun begin!” A loud, familiar, thickly accented voice laughs loudly as the door bursts open.

“Niall, you are late again. You better be happy they didn’t catch you this time,” Janet scolds as I turn and face the bright, blue eyed boy that was friends with Harry.

“Oh, it’s Harry’s little birdie! What’s up, Sparrow?” Niall smiles as I blush brightly, feeling a bit safer that people knew that Harry was watching over me.

“Maybe not everyone,” I think to myself as I earn a lingering, confusing glare from Marcus in the corner of the room.

It sends a shiver down my spine that Janet translates as me being cold. “You cold, dearie? C'mon, let’s head over to the ovens and warm you up. We are having chicken stew today. Niall, you too, son!”

As she drags me away, I can’t help but feel the intense stare on the back of my head, making me wonder what it is he has against Harry in the first place.

_______

After several hours of working, we are finally allowed our outside break where the three of us inmates start making our way to the courtyard after Janet releases us when the guard comes to collect us.

The walk is awkward with Marcus’ still lingering glare and Niall talking ninety to nothing the entire time before we finally make it to the courtyard.

The doors open and the warm sun felt amazing on my skin as I immediately start searching for Harry. A giant grin grows on my face as I see him alone in the far corner, his back against the fence with his face tilted up towards the warmth of the sun, eyes closed peacefully.

“Harry!” I shout out excitedly, earning a few stares as I start to jog over to him. Hearing my voice, his eyes open and a crooked, dimpled grin appears on his face as he sees me, but I can’t help but notice as it diminishes when he notices Marcus right behind me.

“Hey, little bird. How was work? Anyone bother you?” He asks as he wraps an arm around me possessively, glaring over my shoulder as Marcus walks over to a nearby table and sits down.

“It was good! Niall taught me how to make a shank and stab someone so that was cool!” I giggle as I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his chest, appreciating his coziness for a moment.

“That’s good. So no one else talked or bothered you?” His arm around me was tense and his tone scared me slightly as I looked up at him.

“Well Marcus doesn’t really talk much so it was just Niall and Miss. Janet mostly.” I say as he nods stiffly before its silent for a few moments.

“Promise me you won’t ever speak to him, okay?” He suddenly snaps making me look up confused, furrowing my brows.

“Who Niall? But I like Niall. He’s nic-”

“No, not Niall. Marcus. Don’t you ever talk to him and if you do, I better not catch you unless you want him dead. If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t talk to or touch anything of mine anyway. Not again.”

With wide eyes and his confusing warning in my head, I nod quickly and frightened, burying my face back into his warm chest. Out of the corner of my eyes, I can’t help but notice Marcus staring a hole through the two us but I quickly look away. I wonder why they hate each other so much?

[12daysofsterek]

This Christmas

Author: parrishteach831 Type of Work: Romance/Fluff
 Title: This Christmas 
Rating: All Audiences
 Word Count: 3,893
 Warnings: None 
 Summary: Derek wants this Christmas to be the best one yet. When he draws Stiles in the pack Secret Santa he knows this is his chance.


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“Secret Santa?!” Derek says incredulously.

Lydia had been the one to propose the idea and now she looked back at Derek clearly unsure of her decision.

“Yeah. I thought we could do it as a pack.” Lydia replies meekly at first, but gaining confidence by the end.

“Isn’t that a bit juvenile?” Derek gives his strongest judge face before pointedly looking around at the pack.

Kira and Scott are sitting tangled up together in the corner. They were still in that newlywed, honeymoon phase. At times it drove the pack nuts because they would randomly break out in a make out session. Even now they were moving dangerously close to another one.

“Get a room.” Jackson calls out from the couch where he was sitting with Lydia and Ethan.

“Dick breath, he’s the alpha. Have respect.” Stiles leans over Derek’s lap towards Jackson.

“Pot meet kettle, dick breath.” Jackson snides back, everyone in the room knows he doesn’t mean any of it. In the last few years, Jackson and Stiles had reached a level of respect. They weren’t friends, but they also no longer hated each other.

“You were saying,” Lydia raises her eyebrow in a “told you so” manner.

Derek sighs and throws up his hands in defeat. Lydia claps her hands excitedly. Then she passes around papers and pens. When Liam is too busy texting to pay attention, Lydia kicks him before handing him the paper and pen.

“Once you’ve all written your names down we will place them in a bowl and each draw one.” Lydia says matter-of-factly.

“Question: is there a limit?” Kira speaks up for the first time.

“Should we say $20?” Lydia asks. Everyone nods. “Ok. It’s decided then. Let’s draw names.”

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Derek closes the door behind him and turns. Stiles was already in the kitchen shuffling around. Derek smiles to himself as he places the keys in the bowl by the door.

Walking into the kitchen Derek lightly touches his hand to the small of Stiles back before moving to help with the dinner preparations. They move in companionable silence for a while. This comfort comes after 3 years of marriage and about 6 years of being together. Derek loved just being with Stiles.

“Okay. I can’t handle it any more.” Stiles suddenly says, “who did you draw?”

Derek chuckles as he looks up from the peppers he is chopping. “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of Secret Santa?”

“Oh come on!” Stiles moves into Derek’s intimate space. Derek looks into Stiles’ eyes with a guarded face.

“That face isn’t going to get what you want.” With a raised eyebrow, Derek laughs and runs his hands down Stiles’ arms until their hands are connected.

“This face always gets me what I want and you know it. You can’t resist the puppy.” Stiles lays his puppy look on even more than before.

“Who’d you get?” Derek’s reply is short and unemotional.

“I can’t tell you that!”

Derek doesn’t reply, he just turns back to the dinner prep. He knows that his point has been made. As he chops his mind goes to his secret Santa person. He had drawn Stiles. You’d think with Stiles being his husband it would make that an easy gift.

Nope.

If he really wanted to remain anonymous he had to tread carefully. He couldn’t pick something he knew about exclusively because that would expose him. He also couldn’t be too safe because that too would expose him. He feels a light kiss on the back of his neck.

“This is going to be fun. Trust me.” Stiles’ words hit deeper because of the hidden weight they carry.

Stiles was one of the few who knew just how hard Christmas was for Derek. Not only was his birthday during the holidays but, it also made him strongly miss his family. In the last 6 years, Stiles has had to literally pull Derek out of bed with whatever coaxing method he can come up with.

This year Derek really really wanted things to be different. He was going to make this be ok, for Stiles. He deserved at least one Christmas without the underlying concern.

Derek puts down his knife, Stiles had moved back to the stove where he was cooking sausage. Derek silently watches him move. It warms his heart knowing that Stiles knows how to cook because of his mom. The part that breaks his heart a little is knowing he perfected it over the years cooking for him and his dad.

Destined by tragedy. It’s what Stiles always says to explain their connection. He says that their tragic “backstory” made them ready for the love the other had to offer.

Derek shakes his head and pulls out of his thoughts. He crosses to where Stiles is and places his hands on his hips.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” Stiles keeps cooking the sausage. He even adds the peppers, Derek had chopped, to the pan.

“For everything. For always having a smile. For loving me.”

Stiles doesn’t turn around but he does stop moving the food in the pan.

Derek softly moves Stiles’ hand from the spatula. Then he guides him to turn around and face him. When they are face to face, Derek moves his hands to cup Stiles’ cheek.

Their kiss is long and slow. Derek couldn’t believe he went so long without this feeling. It’s in this moment that he knows nothing in his life could get better than this.

“Let’s eat.” Derek smiles and reaches around Stiles to turn off the stove. Together they plate their dinner and sit down.

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It’s on a routine patrol with Scott that Derek comes up with the perfect gift. Scott is going on and on about how much Stiles needs to get his Jeep fixed once and for all. Derek usually tunes out when Scott starts in on Roscoe. Mostly because he knows better than anyone how much of a nuisance the Jeep is. It’s a surprise to everyone that Roscoe is even still kicking at all.

He stores Scott’s latest complaints, the heater doesn’t work and it takes forever to get it going, in the back of his mind. Derek has a mechanic friend he can hire to fix the car in secret for a few days. The only thing he can’t figure out is how to get it done without Stiles being wiser.

“Or someone could just steal it for spare parts and spare us all.” Scott continues his rant.

That’s it. Steal it.

Derek rolls his eyes to show Scott he’s been listening. Scott doesn’t see it and takes out his frustration on the rocks in front of them.

“Just let it go McCall. He’s never going to get rid of Roscoe. He belonged to his mom.” Derek raises his eyebrow before moving to walk ahead of Scott.

“How is it still functioning?” Scott curses out again.

“Don’t question it. Just let him be.” Derek calls back.

“Easy for you to say. You’re in love with the guy.” Scott calls out.

“You can’t hear anything if you’re talking all the time.” Derek’s words cut to the point, he wants the subject dropped.

Scott and Derek continue their patrol in silence. They had been searching for another sign of the coyote. They hadn’t been too worried about the situation until a few days ago when Mrs. Baker’s dog got killed while out on their nightly walk.

Malia had clued them into the lead on it being a coyote. She recognized the paw print shape and the hunting pattern. Having spent half her life as one still came in handy on occasion.

Derek knew that fixing all of Roscoe’s problems was well over the $20 limit, but maybe he could spin it. He knew his mechanic friend owed him a favor and would do most of the work for free. However, that still put him above $20.

That’s when Derek hatched upon an even better plan. He would give Stiles back his car after it had been stolen. This worked out because it was under $20 and it meant he didn’t have to publicly fess up to fixing it.

The two wolves patrol the rest of the night in silence, still not coming across the coyote.

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A week before the secret Santa pack meeting, Derek makes sure Peter borrows his car so that Derek will have to use Roscoe. This allows him to be sure that the Jeep is unlocked at night, therefore allowing the theft to happen.

“DEREK! Wake up! Roscoe’s gone!! He’s gone!” Derek wakes up the next morning to Stiles’ frantic screams.

He turns his head into the pillow so he can smile to himself at the success of the hardest part of his plan. He can’t give himself away. Derek steels himself to present as shocked and angry.

“What?” Derek sits up and yells back.

Stiles comes running into their room and pulls at Derek’s arm. He doesn’t seem to notice or care that Derek is naked. They get to end of the hall before Derek manages to stop Stiles.

“What is going on?” Derek gasps out, trying to gain his bearings.

“Someone stole Roscoe! He’s gone from the driveway!” Stiles can’t stand still.

Derek reaches out and grabs Stiles’ arm. He turns the younger man so that he is facing Derek.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure it hasn’t gone far. You know how temperamental he is.” Derek wants to come across as sincere, but a hint of a laugh remains in his voice.

“You don’t care. You’re laughing at me.” Stiles accuses, anger festering under the surface.

“I swear I’m not. I promise I will file a report when I get to work and I will make sure your dad is on the case too.” Derek holds Stiles in place to show his sincerity.

“I can’t lose Roscoe.” Stiles’ voice breaks. The emotion of it all finally bubbling to the surface.

“I know.” Derek gently whispers, caressing his cheek.

“It was my mom’s. If I lose it I-I-I” Stiles stammers, breaking halfway through.

Derek didn’t need Stiles to finish. He knew what it meant to have something to hold onto of family that was now gone. He still carried Laura’s old wolf charm on his keys. Just having that with him kept her close to him. It was like she was still around. Losing that charm would be devastating.

“Stiles.” Derek reels him back in, “I will make sure we find Roscoe. Trust me.”

Stiles nods in agreement. Before wrapping himself against Derek’s chest.

“You’re the best, sourwolf.” Stiles places a kiss on Derek’s lips before going towards the bathroom to shower.

When Derek gets to the station he pulls John into a meeting. He wants to be sure that the Sheriff is in on his plan.

“So, let me get this straight. You drew my son in Secret Santa and you decided the best gift was to steal Roscoe from him?” The Sheriff is looking at Derek in that way that makes everyone squirm.

“I stole it so it could get fixed. You forgot the most important part. I want him to have Roscoe for many more years.” Derek finds his voice.

“Deputy Hale. If you had asked me I would’ve told you it was a stupid idea. You should have thought about the emotional toll of this decision.” John states across the desk at Derek. His eyes boring into Derek’s very soul.

“He may be upset for the week, but when I give him the Jeep back he will be overjoyed.” Derek shrugs and gets up to head back to his desk.

“I hope for your sake you’re right.” The Sheriff mutters as Derek leaves.

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The day before Christmas Eve was decided as the Secret Santa pack day. Derek was nervous because he hasn’t confirmed with his mechanic that the work on the Jeep is done. Luckily he has a back up gift to give just in case.

“Der! I’m leaving! Scott and I decided to go to Jackson’s together. We haven’t done a dynamic duo adventure in ages.” Stiles calls out as Derek is fixing his hair.

Derek walks out of the bathroom and stops at the top of the stairs so he can address his husband.

“Jackson’s house is quite the adventure. Have fun.” Derek’s sarcasm is really strong.

“Wow. That wasn’t sarcastic at all.” Stiles laughs as he leaves.

Derek goes back into the bathroom. He is nervous. This gift has to go perfectly or else it will ruin the whole holiday. If he doesn’t give Stiles his Jeep back today he runs the risk of Stiles being the sad one on Christmas. That was a scenario Derek didn’t know how to handle. He could barely handle his own, how would handling Stiles also being upset go?

Just then the doorbell rings. It’s his mechanic friend.

“Sorry to be cutting it close, but this Jeep is ancient so some parts were harder to find.” He says as he hands the Jeep keys over to Derek.

“Well thanks for everything George.” Derek shakes his hand, “I’ll swing by later to pay the bill.”

As Derek drives to Jackson’s house he can’t help noticing how much smoother the Jeep drives. He is sure that if he were to lift the hood he would no longer see any duct tape. A sight that hasn’t been seen since before Stiles inherited the vehicle.

He parks a block away so as to not spoil the surprise. Walking to the house he runs into Malia. She is stumbling around with a large sized gift. Derek smiles softly. In the past 8 years Malia has grown so much as a human. She still struggles with understanding a few social situations, but she was now more human than coyote.

“Need any help, Malia?” Derek asks, coming into stride next to her.

“No. I got this.” Malia answers. Then her foot slips on a patch of grass and her gift starts to fall.

Derek grabs it and her at the same time.

“Woah. Careful.”

“Thanks!” Malia smiles; righting herself once again. “How is it you don’t have a gift? Are you actively protesting Mr. Grinch?”

“I have a gift. It’s already at Jackson’s. I dropped it off yesterday on my way home from work.” Derek replies.

“Oh that’s smart. Especially since you got Stiles.” Malia walks ahead of Derek before he can finish processing what she said.

“Wait! How did you know?” Derek calls out.

“Why else would you secretly drop off your gift and also not show up to the party with Stiles?”

“Because I don’t want anyone to see what gift I brought? I think everyone did this.” Derek replies.

“Oh.” Malia glances at her gift in her hands.

“I’ll take one for the team.” Derek decides, grabbing the gift from Malia.

The two walk up the drive together. Derek holds the gift, taking ownership of it just to keep the secret a bit longer.

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“Ok so now that we’ve all been passed our gifts we will go around and open one at a time.” Lydia states. Her demeanor is all business.

“Come on Lyd! Have some Christmas cheer!” Stiles calls out before jumping up and throwing a Santa hat on her head. “No need to be a robot.”

“Grow up Stilinski!” Jackson yells; then he is shushed by Ethan.

“Can we all just focus?” Derek cuts in.

“Yes. Please! Let’s focus.” Lydia replies, taking back the control.

Stiles sits back down next to Derek his smile from ear to ear. Derek knows the truth. He’s putting on a show.

While Ethan is opening his gift from Malia, Scott leans around Stiles to whisper to Derek.

“He still down about Roscoe? He’s faking the happy hard core.”

“Yeah, there haven’t been any leads yet.”

“Would you guys stop whispering about me and focus? It’s your turn D.” Stiles cuts in suddenly.

Derek leans forward again and grabs his gift. The wrapping paper is old newspaper. It makes him think that someone like Liam or Scott did it as a joke. Opening it up, he finds an ugly sweater with a fox wearing a Christmas hat on it.

“Umm. Thanks. I think.” Derek is very confused. When has he ever worn a knit sweater? Let alone an ugly one.

“Who do you think your secret Santa is?” Stiles asks, it’s clear he’s trying so hard not to laugh.

“To be honest, I have no idea. Any one of you could have gifted this.”

“Well we have 2 more people to open gifts before we can reveal each other’s Secret Santa.” Lydia cuts in. “Stilinski. You’re up.”

Derek holds his breath as Stiles picks up the smallish gift. Derek had decided a few days ago that no matter what happened with Roscoe his official gift would be the backup one.

Stiles shakes the box some before slowly peeling back the paper. Derek can’t help worrying that his gift won’t go over well at all. What if it makes things worse?

“It’s…its…Roscoe.” Stiles’ voice breaks. Derek wraps an arm around his husband.

In that moment he knows that his custom made miniature figurine made Stiles’ year. Derek discreetly clutches the Roscoe keys in his pocket. He couldn’t wait to give this gift to Stiles once they’ve left.

“I. I have no words. Thank you.” Stiles mutters breathlessly.

“Whoever thought of that is a genius gift giver.” Kira says as she sits in Scott’s lap.

“Ok Scott as our Alpha you are last but not least.” Liam cries out from the opposite side of the room.

“Watch and learn as I open the best gift of them all.” Scott exclaimed as he rips the paper off quickly.

As the paper falls away it reveals a stuffed unicorn. Everyone in the room bursts out in laughter.

“Tell us again how this is the best gift.” Liam cackles.

“Laugh all you want, but I think a unicorn is the BEST gift!” Scott exclaims; hugging the unicorn to his chest for effect.

“Alright now we are going to go around and reveal who we had as our person.” Lydia jumps in once more.

“I had Jackson.” Malia answers.

“I had Liam.” Jackson replies.

“I had Kira.” Liam jumps in.

“I had Lydia.” Kira says, smiling at Lydia.

“I had Ethan.” Lydia shrugs.

“I had Scott. Sorry bro.” Ethan replies with an apologetic look.

“I had our resident Coyote.” Scott replies.

“Which means the two bozos had each other.” Jackson states when it’s obvious that Stiles and Derek are the only two who haven’t been called.

“An ugly sweater? REALLY STILES?” Derek turns slightly agitated.

“Now you can’t turn down ugly sweater tradition at the Stilinski household on Christmas Day!” Stiles says with a mischievous grin.

“Just because you buy me an ugly sweater doesn’t mean I’ll wear it.” Derek gruffs.

“Don’t be such a negative Nancy, Der.” Stiles rolls his eyes.

Derek just rolls his eyes. Then he gets up to go to the kitchen for a drink. He’s nervous again about Roscoe. What if Stiles sees it as negative. That Derek lied to him.

“Hey, what’s really the problem?” Stiles’ voice floats into the kitchen from behind him.

“What do you mean?” Derek decides that playing dumb is smarter in the moment; safer.

“You’ve been masking all day. Don’t think I can’t tell. I know it’s close to the holidays and your birthday which always makes you sad, but today is I don’t know. Different.” Stiles comes up behind Derek and wraps his arms around him.

At first Derek remains silent. He contemplates what he is going to say to Stiles. Should he come clean about Roscoe? He can’t, not while they are still with the pack.

“I’m trying to make this Christmas stress and worry free. You deserve that.”

“Der, it’s ok to be sad right now. You lost your whole family. You think I don’t get sad about my mom?” Stiles leans into Derek’s body and holds him close.

“Not like I do.” Derek looks into Stiles’ eyes and sighs.

“Everyone is different. There is nothing wrong with working through your grief and emotions in your own way. I’m always here for you.” Stiles rubs his hands through Derek’s hair and kisses his cheek.

“Thanks.” Derek pulls him in for a full on kiss. When they separate they are both smiling. “We should probably go back to the party.”

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A few hours later Derek and Stiles are preparing to leave. Derek is zipping up his jacket when Stiles sneaks up behind him and slaps his ass.

“Ready to go big guy?”

“Yeah.” Derek pecks him on the lips, “I have a surprise for you when we do leave.”

“Well in that case let’s leave! You know how I feel about surprises.” Stiles grabs Derek’s hand and drags him towards the door.

“Thanks Jackson. We’re leaving!” Derek yells over his shoulder as they go through the door.

They walk down the block towards where Derek parked. A few feet away, Derek halts their progress.

“Close your eyes and trust me.” Derek tells Stiles.

Stiles complies and Derek grabs his hand to lead him towards the Jeep. Once there he positions Stiles so his back is to the vehicle. Then he pulls out the keys in his pocket.

“Open them.” Derek commands.

He watches as Stiles opens his eyes and focuses on Derek. Then as his eyes focus on the key Derek is holding up. Stiles is confused at first and then a look of understanding settles in.

“You found Roscoe! Derek!” Stiles screams excitedly before jumping into Derek’s arms with a kiss.

“Sort of.” Derek responds awkwardly. “Stiles, can you focus for a moment?”

“What’s going on?” Stiles steps back with concern covering his face.

“So, part of my gift was getting Roscoe fixed for you. Since it needed to be a surprise I hatched the plan to have it ‘stolen’. I’m sorry.” Derek explains tentatively.

A silence falls between them. Derek starts to worry that Stiles is going to hate him and ultimately ruin Christmas. In his head, Derek goes over the things he could do to salvage this whole day. He has managed to come up with a few ideas, like Reese’s or giving Stiles a look at some of his cases, when he feels Stiles’ lips on his.

“This is the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for me.” Stiles whispers lovingly.

“You aren’t angry?” Derek can’t figure out Stiles’ reaction. He’d been sure that Stiles would be angry.

“No. You did this so I could have a piece of my mom for a little bit longer. It’s the best gift I’ve ever been given.”

“You have every right to be angry though.”

“Could you have gone about it a different way? Probably, but I can’t be angry at your reasoning and the end result.” Stiles excited circles Roscoe, caressing his every surface.

“You need a room? Should I worry about our marriage?” Derek chuckles. His nerves having dissipated the moment he saw Stiles loving on his Jeep.

“So we’re good?” Stiles says with a smile. “No more worrying?”

“Yeah.” Derek steps forward into Stiles’ arms. “We are so good.” Then they kiss.

“Merry Christmas Sourwolf.” Stiles smiles as they get into Roscoe and head home.

[mew-mew-mothertrucker]

Cold Storms Ch. 3

Chapter - 3 (1) (2)

Word count - 2304

TW - mentions of child abuse

Summary - First assignment it partners! Virgil ends up getting paired with someone who is overly excitedly trying to be his friend. ALSO, THOMAS IS BEST TEACHER I LOVE THIS

Fun Facts - This is the “3rd Grader Angst Fic” if it has a nickname, decided by me and approved by my boyfriend. Also, the facts about Giant Squids are from an assignment I did myself when I was in like 4th grade and I had nothing to do.

AN - Sorry this took so long I’ve been struggling a lot lately and this isn't the best…..

Tag List - @minamishipist @theprotectedpuff @preyed-llama @theawesomemaple @migraine-marathon @sombraplayslazertag @nightmarejasmine @missa-fawn 

Virgil was sitting in the classroom as soon as Mr. Sanders opened the room, an hour before school even started. He sat in silence with the teacher, who was typing out things on his school-issued laptop. Mr. Sanders had been concerned when he saw Virgil outside of the room as early as he was, but he was content with the shy boy’s company. Virgil was reading a book he had picked up about cats called Warriors. Mr. Sanders looked up at the student, wearing the same hoodie as yesterday.

“Virgil? May I ask you about your family? The only thing that the records say about it is that you live with your father.”

“O-Oh well, Mom disappeared when we were in New Mexico,” Virgil said, trying to cover up the fact that she had been killed. By you, Virgil. You killed your mother. That gunshot in her head is your fault. The voice in his head was almost screaming. He watched Mr. Sanders, who nodded and watched the small boy, thoughts that he didn’t say flying through his mind.

Thomas had thought it weird that Virgil wore a sweatshirt so early into the school year. But the nerves of losing his mother, whether it be death or abandonment, was stressful enough to give anxiety. Thomas knew, from experience around others and own personal experience that a sweatshirt was nice to wear with anxiety, hoodies especially. Although, Virgil’s current one needed some fixing up.

“If you ever want to talk, I’m always here for you Virgil. I know how hard it can be to move somewhere new, and it must be difficult to not have your mother with you.” Thomas walked over to Virgil's seat. “Your sweatshirt is horribly tattered, I understand that it could be a comfort item for you with losing your mother, but if you would like, would you mind if I borrowed it so I could ask my friends to sew it back up for you?”

Virgil thought for a moment. Most of the newest marks from his father were coerced by the shirt and pants he worse, but he still wouldn't feel comfortable, being able to accidentally touch someone and perhaps ruin them.

“If you would like to borrow another sweatshirt, I’m sure I can find one for you in the nurse’s office until this one is fixed,” Thomas said, seeing the flicker of emotions and thoughts in the child's eyes. Virgil nodded at that and Thomas left the classroom to the nurse’s office.

Virgil looked down at his desk and smiled. It was small but genuine, thankful for the teacher who seemed to actually care about his students. A few moments later, Thomas returned with a plain black hoodie and Virgil took off the purple and black one he worse. Hi accepted the sweatshirt from the teacher and slipped it on. It was a bit large, but Virgil liked it.

“T-thank you, Mr. Sanders” Virgil said, smiling up at the teacher. Thomas felt his heart melt and smiled back at the boy. “Of course, Virgil. You’re one of my students, meaning I will do about anything for you.”

“Mr. Sanders, do you have any children?”

“I’m afraid not, my husband and I have not sent back word if we can adopt or not. I hope we get it by the end of the school year.”

Virgil nodded and pulled the new hoodie closer, opening his book once more.

About ten minutes before class, Amber and Rosanna entered the room. They both went to their seats, greeting Virgil and Mr. Sanders. It was a minute after they entered that Andy walked in. Virgil looked up and gasped at the other child’s appearance. His eye was black, a faint outline of dried blood seeping from his nose. He was in another hurt too big for him, looking down. Virgil got up and walked over, along with Rosanna and Amber.

“Andy, are you okay?” Virgil asked softly, looking at the other child. He nodded, it the way he pressed his lips together and kept darting his eyes about made it seem as if he really wasn’t okay. Rosanna went to her bag and came back with some baby wipes.

“Sometimes they can be useful,” she said, wiping away the dried blood. She was careful but was able to make the bruise be covered mostly, making sure that Mr. Sanders was out of the classroom every few minutes. When Andy looked better, most of the class was inside, waiting for the bell. Virgil moved back to his seat, Roman Logan, and Patton all already sitting in their seats.

“I still don’t understand why you’re planning Halloween this early, Logan” Roman said as Virgil silently slid into his seat. Patton looked over at him as Logan spoke. “Well, Roman, this was we can be able to come up with the best costumes and get them prepared in time. We increase the levels of items that will produce serotonin for the adults, cute items mainly, and we get more candy. That’s why I’m thinking the idea of wild animals, you being a lion, Patton being a wolf and myself as a penguin. Those are the most popular wild animals for cuteness, you now”

Logan’s rant was cut off by the bell. Mr. Sanders walked in, looking up at his students.

“Hello class, today we will be starting with reviewing over math. I have placed a math workbook in all of your desks, so could you each take them out and open to page 3 to practice addition and subtraction?” Virgil opened up the book and began to do the math. He watched as Logan finished first, then himself. Logan was still reading the book on Roman history as Roman himself was third at the table to finish. Patton took the longest but was faster than some students like the Blond who sat next to Andy, whose name was Chris. Andy seemed to like Chris a lot and tried to help the other child. Virgil felt a small smile form as he watched Andy laugh at a joke Chris made. At least he's trying to make others happy was working, even if he was hurt.

Mr. Sanders wrote the problems on the board and solved them with the class, most students getting stuff right.

“Okay Class, now today we are going to need partners for a special project. We are all going to read out of the biology textbook on an animal of your choosing and then write a paper about it. You will be working with partners, with the person sitting next to you. Virgil looked at Patton, who was smiling at him with teeth so white it was like looking at recently-fallen snow illuminated by an LED flashlight. He doesn't want to be your friend the voice said. You’ve already rejected him once.  Virgil shook his head and looked at the biology textbooks that Mr. Sanders handed out. He opened it and filled to a random page, landing on Giant Squids.

“Oh, this is cool!” Patton said, looking at the images comparing the Squid to other things, including its eye to a child’s head. Virgil shivered. He didn’t think it natural, that something like that existed.

“Okay let’s just read,” Virgil said quietly. Somehow Patton had heard him over the noise and the two began to read about the Giant Squid. Patton then asked Virgil important notes that they think they should have and Virgil writing the paper. The two had worked quite well together, handling the task with an almost unspoken agreement of Patton organizing while Virgil, whom ad better handwriting, would write the paper.

Soon, it was lunch once more. Once again, Virgil sat alone with a warm sandwich and juice. He sat in the same spot as the day before, looking at other children laughed with friends. Andy, Rosanna, Amber, and Alex all came up and sat at his table. Virgil smiles softly as they all greeted him and started talking.

“So Virgil, where’s the sweatshirt you were wearing yesterday?” Andy asked, looking at the black cloth. His black eye was still covered, and he seemed to jump when any loud noise was made.

“Oh, Mr. Sanders said that he could have some of his friends sew it back together. He got me this one from the nurse” Virgil said.

“That’s good, I mean at least you won’t be dealing with the thought of your sweatshirt falling apart,” Andy said, trying to have an optimistic outlook on the situation. It was refreshing to Virgil.

“Yeah, plus you could keep it,” The twins said together. They both only had an apple, which annoyed Virgil. He looked in his brown bag and found a bag of chips that he had grabbed before quietly leaving his house. He tossed it to the twins, who looked at him with appreciation and he shrugged.

“I have a sandwich” The explanation didn’t stop them from both getting up and hugging him. Virgil hugged the girls back and they finished their food they all walked back to Mr. Sanders classroom to spend recess reading. Mr. Sanders looked at them as they walked in and gave them a soft smile.

Mr. Sanders knew that they didn’t have good home lives, Virgil’s mother being gone, the twins living with only their older brother, Andy with his mother, and Alex with an older sister and father. They were all from broken families. Thomas just wanted to make sure they had friends, and with the way that Andy and Virgil laughed, Amber and Rosanna hung around Virgil, and Alex was almost clinging to Andy, it seemed he had done something good. He smiled as he texted his friends, Talyn and Joan, to see if the couple could go to his house and help him sew up the jacket he had carefully put in his tote bag.

Virgil looked up at Mr. Sanders to see the teacher softly smiling. Virgil knew, deep down, that Mr. Sanders was one of the best teachers that he could have ever asked for. He turned back to his friends to see that Andy had grabbed a book about spiders.

“This is so cool,” He said, opening up to some tarantulas. His eyes shined bright with interest in the arachnids and Virgil looked at the pictures. Shimmering blue tarantulas next to a large orange one. Virgil had always associated tarantulas with the color black so to say that he was surprised about the colorful spiders was an understatement.

“That’s not cool, it’s creepy,” Alex said as she looked over Andy’s shoulders. The boy laughed as he closed the book. The bell rang and the group sat in their individual seats as the rest of the class made their way into the room. After Mr. Sanders confirmed all the students were back, he passed out little notepads. “These are going to be your multiplication books, on each page we are going to start multiplying numbers that have already been written on the pages.”

Virgil opened the book and saw a large 0 on the first page. Mr. Sanders walked up the board and wrote out numbers from 1 to 15. He then made equations with each number being multiplied by 0 and went through the lesson, showing how each number multiplied by 0 was 0 because it was as if there were none of the numbers. Virgil understood and the lesson finished after everyone filled out the paper in the notebook.

“Okay, well now I think it is time for us to start reading a book for class. I will be reading the first Harry Potter book, and this is for a grade. After each chapter, we will have a test.” Mr. Sanders began to read the book, walking around the class and doing different voices for each character. Virgil felt his eyelids grow heavy and felt his head fall onto the desk

Alone. He was alone. Darkness surrounded him. He was cold and he tried to tighten the jacket around him. He started to walk to try and find someone, something, anything that wasn’t this darkness. His legs grew tired after a while, but he continued. He saw something in the distance that was blue and began to jog to try and catch up with it, however, the chill felt as if ice water was being poured down his back. He shook it off and continued on running, trying to catch up with the blue item that was becoming smaller the faster he ran. The jacket flew off of him and the cold seeped into him and chilled him to the bone. He stopped  He was shaking-why was he shaking?

Virgil woke up to Patton and Mr. Sanders looking at him concerned. Patton had a hand on his shoulder and he sat up, he saw Andy looking at him concerned.

“Wha- what happened?” He said, looking around at his classmates. Even Roman seemed to be concerned.

“You fell asleep and I think you had a nightmare. Do you want to go get some water to calm down?” Mr. Sanders said, rubbing small circles into Virgil’ back. He nodded and got up, shaking. He walked down the hallway and got a drink of water before returning to class. Patton looked at him and smiled, handing him a drawing.

“I made this when I saw you were sleeping!” He said. Virgil looked weirdly at Patton but opened it up to see Virgil in a bed with a stuffed cat with “Hope you have wet dreams” written in Patton’s semi-messy scrawl.

“Th-thanks Patton,” Virgil said. He had never gotten a gift from someone other than his mother and was surprised. Smiling, he put it in his desk and continued with the lesson that Mr. Sanders had started when he was out.

[fairymadnessyeah]

What do I do with all these Freedom

Sequel to Birthday Boys   ----> https://archiveofourown.org/works/22242565/chapters/53109988

Chapter 1: Oh No, He’s Hot! ----> https://archiveofourown.org/works/23310700/chapters/55833763

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"Yessss, Yessss, YES, YES! I AM YOUR GOD! BOW DOWN TO YOUR CREATOR YOU FILTHY ANIMALS!"

Shigaraki heard as he laughted maniacaly as he digitally burned down a city he had created with this new game he had tried. This was his least favourite part of his job, editing his material so it looked as crazed and deranged as he wanted it to. As soon he finished editing his lunatic rant, he heard the door open and three pairs of footsteps enterring his place. He saved what he had done and got out of his studio to see his boyfriend leaning against their kitchen counter. The muffled voice of Toga could be heard from their bedroom, as she excitedly ordered somebody to put thing on.

"Hey Babe..." Dabi greeted him as he noticed his presence in the room. "Were you recording? Did we interrupt?" He asked as he raised his arm to strech. Tomura got close to Dabi and as the lowered his arms and held onto the smaller man. Tomura shaked his head as he nestled into his boyfrieds arms. With a low chuckle, Dabi began to leave small pecks on Tomura's neck making the other giggle. This was the scene to which Toga came out to but stopped once she was with them.

But she barely noticed, since she was still bossing around whoever was inside the bedroom. "...Once your done changing, come out. I want to see how it looks once it's on you." She shut the door and stared at it intensely. She was still in her white salon uniform and she was buzzing in contained excitment as she kept staring at the door. Tomura looked up to Dabi, silently asking what was going on.

"Shouto had his hair cut today." The raven explained easily. "When he mentioned it clashed with his clothes, Crazy over there, dragged him up here to dress him up in my old clothes" Tomura snickers at the image. "Speaking of which, hey Stabby, how did you know where my old clothes where?"

Toga turns around to face them, and with a grin told him: "I snooped around your closet when you let me stay in here."

"What?..."

"C'mon Shou-chan~," Toga ignored Dabi, as she turned back to the door and started knocking impatiently on it. "Aren't you done yet?"

The door opened up slowly as Todoroki Shouto, Dabi's youngest brother, came out, fully transformed from the last time Shigaraki had seen him. He had an old black tank top with a faded band logo and ripped black jeans. All the clothes looked snug on him, probably because Dabi was skinnier than him. Instead of the bowl cut he usually had, his hear was in an undercut with his white hair pulled to the side, trying to cover the red half and his scar. He stilll had on his white sneakers, but once Toga noticed them, she kneeled and covered them with the old pants. When she finished, she jumped up again and took a picture with her phone in one whole movement.

Shouto stood there awkardly as he rubbed the back of his neck. Toga was smiling and cooing at her phone as she went on about putting make up on him. Dabi and Shigaraki were still silent but while Tomura looked at Toga, keeping an eye on her, Dabi caught his gaze and have him a small smile. Shouto returned it with a shrug.

It had been a couple of weeks since they reconnected. Dabi now went to see Rei when he could, Shouto worked with him on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and they had had family dinner with both Dabi and Tomura two times already. There was still a sort of barrier between them. Touya had done a lot of thing he knew non of his sibblings would be proud of and they were aware of it. He would change the topic everytime.

Their relantionship wasn't one out of a fairy tale, it may never be. But the Todoroki sibbling were nothing if not stuborn. They knew their relantionship was stranded but they also were determined enough to save what they had. Althought, it wasn't easy.

Natsuo still holded a little of resentment, Fuyumi still repressed everything that wasn't a happy emotion, Dabi was secretive with a lot of his life and Shouto was still an emotionally constipated mess.

They also had a life outside of their family, so they couldn’t spend all their time together. Natsuo was still attending college and had a girlfriend, Fuyumi had a job and took care of their new home, and Shouto, after ghosting his friends for three weeks, had a lot to catch up on and a lot of homework piled up. It had been a really busy month, but things were starting to look up from Shouto's point of view. He had started his second year at UA this week, his mom was getting better everyday, he had all of his sibblings and friends in his life, and he was starting the new school year with a brand new haircut and look. Which he had never been allowed to before.

Dabi, noticing his brother's growing sheepeshness at Toga's ramble, patted Tomura's hip asking for space, and moved to put Toga in a headlock. "Okay, Psycho, that's enough..."

"But Dabiiiii...." Toga complained "With a little bit of mascara and..."

"No, you had your fun, leave..." He told her and playfully pushed her towards the entrance. Toga pouted and blew him a raspberry before skipping out of the place. Tomura and Dabi chuckeled at her antics. "C'mon, Shou, I'll drive you to UA." Shouto nodded and headed back to their bedroom. "You can keep the clothes if you want..." Dabi told him as he reached for the door.

"Really?" He asked hopeful and Dabi nodded.

As the young one started to pick up his things, Dabi went back next to Tomura and told him he'll see him later at the bar. Shigaraki hummed in agreement and kissed him quickly before going back to his studio. As soon as Shouto came out of his room, both brothers left the place, taking Dabi's High End.

When they reached the school's front gate, it was getting dark. With a wave, they said goodbye. Shouto was already inside and checking out his notifications on his phone when he was stopped. He was answering his brother, that was making fun of him, saying he was coping Touya style (They had sent him and Fuyumi a picture of the finished haircut) when he was blinded by a flashlight. Two figures, one tall and one small approached him.

"Hey, you... Wait... Todoroki?" A high squicky voice asked confused, and turned off the flashlight. Todoroki blinked the white spots off his vision and recognise the two people in front of him. Kuroiro and Komori from class B, they were holding a flashlight, some plastic bags and a spay-bottle. The two were staring at him with wide eyes and absolutly speechless.

"What were you two doing out at this hour?" He asked them after noticing they weren't going to say anything.

"Um... we were looking for luminescent mushrooms..." Komori said, still speechless by his new look. "What- what were you doing out?"

"I just came back from work" He said, feeling awkard from all the staring. "Is something wrong?"

"No!, no,no,no,no" Both class B students said. "You just caught us off guard." Komori admited while Kuroiro grumbled something. ("He is ready for a night in the abyss")

"Alright, have fun with your fungus" Todoroki told them and went his way. 'Wierd' He thought as he continued messing with his phone on his way to the 2-a alliance.

As he was arriving, he noticed Midoriya, Iida, Aoyama, Tokoyami, Ojiro and Shoji outside. They were all sitting in the porch's stairs, chatting away. Midoriya, always the observant noticed him first. The others, noticing Midoriya had stopped mid-rant, turned their attention to what had stopped him and finally noticed the dual coloured boy. They were just as surprised as the other two students.

Not because they didn't like it. But Todoroki hadn't told anyone about his makeover. He had only told his close group of friends (AKA The Dekusquad) about getting a job. Shouto had figured it might raise some unwanted and unnecesary red flags if he told them that he was working for his stranded brother that had been a criminal and was dating OFA ex-apprentice and adopted son. He didn't want them to worry. He didn't need a repeat of his father's trial.

Even if Fuyumi had waited for Shouto to be out of the city and at camp to report him, everybody found out. For a while it was the only thing people talked about. Every magazine, news paper and media of comunication was talking about how his Dad, a famous boxing champion and well respected athlete was being charged for marital and domestic abuse. People discussed if it was true, and people were just afraid to say something; or if it was false, and Fuyumi had only pressed charges to earn money. (When he heard that, he almost punched a hole in a wall).

Since they were in the middle of nowhere, his class and teachers at the campsite didn't find out imeadiatly. Midoriya that already knew what was going on had stayed by his side in silent companion, not pressuring him into anything, yet being there if needed. When the rest of the class found out, they were given an entire free day to do what they wanted. During that day, his classmates and the other class had done a two step dance he knew very well.

First people would apologise, saying they were sorry they hadn't noticed before or that he didn't deserve something like that happening to him. Second, people would offer companionship, saying that if he ever needed anything he could count in them or something like that. He was mostly okay with people doing that, it was nice of them to offer help.

But this was class 1-a and b of UA. After they found out and they completed step one and two, they didn't leave him alone. Which Todoroki guessed was okay. But suddenly he couldn't be alone. He was always with someone, either because they wanted to do something with him or they just wanted to be with him. And the teachers didn't help either. Kan Sensei and the camp counselors, the Wild Wild Pussycats treated him as if he was about to break and needed some sort of constant vigilance. And Aizawa Sensei, even if he had helped him by telling the others to leave him alone, had also said to be sneakier about keeping an eye on him.

(He had also found out later by Shinsou that Aizawa was trying to make it up to him. Appearently, Aizawa had noticed something was wrong, but was waiting for Todoroki to come to him. Trusting that if it became too much for him, he knew his homeroom teacher's door was open. But before Aizawa even recieved news about the trial, Toshinori, (a new teacher at UA and Izuku's step dad) had called to tell Aizawa to keep an eye on him just in case, since Fuyumi had filed the report. When Aizawa questioned him on his criptid call, Toshinori told him what was going on. Which lead to Aizawa feeling pretty bad because 1 One of his students may be in a very difficult situation, 2 He had noticed and said nothing, and 3 Tdoroki had told the new gym teacher instead of him)

Bakugou, that had appearently known since the Sport Festival, noticed how much of a nuisance his clasmates were being, helped him escape into the woods for a while. By the time they had come back from the camp, his classmates calmed down a little. Nowadays they would occacionally asking if he was alright, if his dad was mentioned or if he seemed particularly gloomy.

"Wow, Todoroki,... you look..." Ojiro started speaking but got interrupted by Tokoyami when he got quiet.

"Ready for a night in the abyss" Tokoyami said as the raven pearched in his shoulder croaked after him.

"Thank you...?" He told the bird-lover as he looked at the others for a clue if it was a compliment or an insult. The other guys shrugged except for Iida, that was looking at a small book and reading it in a fast pace. "Iida, what are you doing?"

"I am checking if any of the changes you have done to your person are breaking the rules of the schools wardrove policies" He told him as he kept reading.

The boys shared a chuckle, because of course their class president would have a pocket size school rule book that he takes everywhere. "Does it look bad?" Shouto asked his responsable friend.

"I never said that, Todoroki, but the rules are there for a reason and we need to follow them" Iida said as he made his robotic arm movements and continue reading.

"I think it looks good." Shouji told him over his mask.

"It needs more *~Sparkling~*" Aoyama told him.

They stayed there for a couple of minutes, mainly waiting for Iida to finish checking if Todoroki had to change something. While they waited they talked about school, up coming exams, what they would have for dinner. Sudenly, Iida stood up and while doing his hands movements, told Todoroki his outfit abided to the school rules. Once Todoroki was in the clear, the rest stood up and went inside the dorm room. Indoors, the girls, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, Hagakure, Asui and Jiro were studing and drinking tea, while on the other side, Shinsou, Kaminari, Bakugou, Mina, Kirishima and Sero were playing a videogame. Koda and Sato were in the kitchen, Sato trying out new cookie recipies, that he would give to the girls once they were done, and Koda feeding his bunny and keeping the baker company.

"Holy Crap, Todoroki!!" Mina shouted as soon as she saw him. She wasn't currently playing, but waiting for her turn. "You look Amazing!" Her enthusiam made everyone turn to them and pause what they were doing.

Today, when classed was over, Todoroki had left looking like he usually did, a minimalistic rich boy. Now that he was back with his new haircut and his brothers old clothes, he looked like a punk bad boy. It was sight to be seen. Todoroki was one of the most grounded and put-together guys of the class. That with his quiet and monotone demeanor, let off a 'respect me' vibe. But now, that silent and unemotional aura holded some kind of danger that radiated around him. Like this was not a person you would mess with. Not to mention that, now that his hair didn't cover his ears, his piercings were displayed better.

Hagakure left the girls and Mina jumped over the sofa to get closer to him. The two complimented him as the rest of his class, mostly the girls from the table and the 'Bakusquad' from the sofa. "Man, you even look as more of a Bad boy than Bakugou" Kaminari said in a moment. Bakugou, that had been glaring at him since they paused the game, suddenly got really quiet. And then he surprised everyone with his response.

"Aren't those things going to get in the middle of fighting?" He asked him gesturing to his ears. Then his face changed with a sadistic smile. "They are going to hurt like a bitch when I pull them off your fucking ears as a victory trophy!"

That made a few laught of them laught while the rest worry. That was such a Bakugou thing to say. But Todoroki felt uncomfortable about it. Fighting, boxing and joining the schools fighting club didn't bring good memories to him. Those had all been things his father had made him do, and he had very recently discovered how much his father had bee prohibiting him. And while Fuyumi wasn't as liberal as some other parents, she wasn't as strict as his father had once been. Without him, he was dicovering he liked different types of music and take out; he could use the clothes he wanted and not those he had bought for him. Now, Shouto didn't need to be Todoroki Shouto, prodigy son of Endeavor. He could be Shouto, just Shouto. And he had no idea who that was. As Iida was lecturing the blond over proper sportsmanship and fighting ethics and Midoriya and Kirishima pleaded with him to think it over, before he was expelled from another competition like last year, somebody screamed.

"MOMO!" Jirou shouted as her friend filled up a cup of tea too much, that it spilled out of it.

Yaoyorozu, that had been distracted until now, snapped out of her trance and put the tea pot she was holding down. Her face was red as a tomato and was quietly getting more red. She started picking up her notes and the girl's, so they weren't ruined by the spilled tea. Sato and Koda were soon next to the girls with towels and napkins to help them clean up the mess. The rest went back to what they were doing, with the boys going back to their games and the girls helping Momo clean and check her pottery.

"Everything alright, Yaomomo?~" Mina said as she grinned.

"I-I was- I was lost in thought" She explained as she cleaned and tried to not blush anymore.

"Might of been quiet hot a thought, kero" Asui said as she went to the kitchen to throw away the wet napkins.

Yaoyorozu blushe even more after the coment, and made Mina and Hagakure giggle. After the mess was cleaned, they all ate together and went to sleep.

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The place was nice. And retro. A bar for smoothies and booths were everywhere. In different tones of red, white and silver, it was the picture perfect of an old restaurant, like in old movies.

The outfit she had on was nice too. A long red skirt with a white top and a big cream belt. Red shoes with a tiny heel and her hair tied with a red satin ribbon. She looked around the `50's looking place, noticing how clean and shinning it appeared. And then her gaze fell in him.

Black leather jacket and boots. Black pants and sunglasses. White T-shirt. Double colour hair in an undercut. He was leaning against the junk box with one arm and chewing gum. She knew she was staring and that she should stop, but she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. Out of nowhere, he takes his sunglasses off and throws away.

He holds her gaze intensely. His eyes were of two different colours, one silver like a shinning diamond and the other as deep and blue as an ocean. She didin't know how long they had been staring at each other, but she felt as if that gaze alone was penetrating her soul. The boy blew a bubble with his gum and once it popped, hit the top of the junk box.

The machine lit up in an asortment of colours and he started to come closer to her. She couldn't move from her place and a soft music started playing, filling the place in it's sweet lulluby. He got closer and closer and when he was a step away from her, he offered his hand. Without hesitance she took it.

She was spined around once and then brought closer to him with a gasp. His hand in her waist, her hand on his shoulder while the other two were interlocked with one another. Chest against chest, they got even closer to each other. Their distance lowered until their noses were touching each other.

"All good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you" He whispered to her, and she left a breathless sigh.

They continued to lean into one another, their lips barely gracing together. Just a little bit more.

Then the junk box let out a PRIIIIIIIIIINNNNG!

And Yaoyorozu woke up.

With the dream fresh in her mind, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed, her hair a mess; she left out two words that summerized her situation and state of mind perfectly: "Oh No"