#i also got her books so its less embarrassing to not have the sweater ready

[gender-trash]

reached my hand incautiously into a yarn bin and somehow a ball band gave me a surprisingly deep papercut; avoided bleeding on any of the yarn, but only narrowly. so that's how tonight's going

[wiypt-writes]

Too Loose And You’ll Lose It

Chapter 6: Jesus Is My Homeboy Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Summary: Jake and Stella spend an afternoon looking for suitably embarrassing photos of Pooch to use on his Stag Party and when they find some older shots of themselves they take a trip down memory lane. But the trip is cut short when Evan arrives.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

A/N: So this chapter was written for For @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ and @sagechanoafterdark ‘s Winter/Holiday Challenge. Prompt- “That is the ugliest sweater I have ever seen.”

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Chapter 5

They were running low on time. There were so many things to do before Pooch’s stag party in four weeks that The Losers had all agreed they should split their forces to get everything ready for the weekend in New York. As such, Stella and Jensen had ended up pooling their resources and were currently browsing through pictures on Jake's laptop while Pooch was on his lunch break. Unfortunately, Cougar had the day off so he wouldn't be able to stall Pooch at the small café down the street but that would pose no problem if they hurried and got what they needed fast. Mind you, Jolene had done her fair share of work and had sent them a bunch of shaming Pooch pictures they could use for their ‘mission’ and picking the most embarrassing ones should surely be easy as pie.

The problem was, however, that Jensen was finding it hard to concentrate and keep his eyes and mind focused on the screen. In fact, hard didn’t even come close to describing. He was leaning so close to Stella as they studied his computer screen that he could smell her shower gel. A scent of vanilla and pumpkin which he could easily identify anywhere with his eyes closed. Not that he needed to keep his eyes open to smell something but he knew what he meant…

"Oh my god, Jake! Look at his fucking hair!" Stella suddenly shrieked before starting to howl, startling him and pulling him out of his useless wandering thoughts.

"What?" he asked looking at her before glancing back at the screen again as Stella grabbed the mouse and clicked on a picture to magnify it and show a young Pooch sporting an afro hairdo which made Jensen blink.

"Didn’t know Pooch was part of the Jackson 5" he laughed before he inhaled and looked at her “Oh my God, Stel, they were really the Jackson 6. Pooch is the missing link. Poor Pooch, abandoned after birth, discarded youngest son of an already overcrowded family." He sighed and Stella howled again, this time banging her hand on the desk.

"Did Jolene send you these?"

Jensen grinned, smug he was making Stella laugh hard at his wisecracks. "Yup."

"He is gonna kill you." Stella snorted as she shook her head.

"Nah, he will be too drunk to care, as we will all be." Jensen offered as he saved the picture into another folder, missing Stella wrinkling her nose, but hearing her sigh before speaking.

"I dunno if I'm going yet."

"What? Why?" Jensen inquired hastily, turning to look at her. "You have to come, Stel!"

"Yeah, but I’m not so sure. I mean it was nice of Pooch to count me in but..."

"He counted you in because he wants you there. You're a Loser." Jensen cut her off before she could even doubt her place in the tight group they all formed.

"Yes I know that and I want to spend a good time with you guys but…" she trailed off and at that Jensen inhaled and shuffled on his chair to sit facing her. She hadn't spent any decent time with them for the last month. Every time they organised something she ended up backing out as Agent Shithead happened to have booked them something to do, on the exact same night, always a coincidence.

Bullshit if you asked Jensen.

He was just pondering how exactly he could point that out to her, without pissing her off, when she continued talking.

"Ev was on about us going away that weekend. He's busy for the week or so after with stuff at home, so I won’t get to see him."

There it is, Jensen thought, but did his best to stay calm, even though he wanted nothing more than to scream at Stella that the guy was a jerk and it was clear he was doing this to keep her away from him. But Jensen knew he couldn't do that, not without ratting his nosy ass out for listening into their argument the other month, so instead he decided to keep it cool and play the role of the concerned, interested best friend and confidant.

"Oh, what's he got on at home?" he spoke, pleased to hear his voice sounded interested as opposed to prying. "His Auntie is moving house and he's helping. Then there’s like decorating and stuff so we won't see each other." Stella explained and Jensen could clearly see her frown burrow as she repeated what he suspected were the exact same words Shithead had told her, but the look on her face made it seem as if she was doubting them almost, now she was the one that was uttering them. Jensen felt a flicker of hope and sighed as he looked at her, pondering what to say. Don't jinx it now, Jensen.

"Don't sigh at me like that Jake." she pleaded, somewhat guiltily. "I was just thinking…good luck explaining to Pooch you’re not coming to New York with us because your boyfriend is busy the week after." he explained himself, almost spitting the word boyfriend, which he regretted the moment he did as he could see Stella's expression change from a concern to anger as he glared at him. "Don't start, Jensen." "I’m not starting anything, Stevenson." He declared, using her surname as well, making it clear her calling him by his hadn't gone unnoticed. "Just trying to make you see you’re missing Pooch’s Batchelor Party, which will only happen once in his life, so as not to make your boyfriend angry." "It's not about not making him angry, for fucks sake" Stella almost growled, visibly annoyed at his insinuation. "You sure about that? What would his reaction be if you told him you were coming with us?" Jensen pressed, ignoring all the red flags her tone and expression carried, in a desperate attempt to make her see for herself what, to him, was crystal clear. 

Fuck it Stel, why can't you see it? "I don't know.” Stella said, somewhat exasperatedly as she gave a shrug “He wouldn't be mad, probably disappointed but..."

However, as she spoke there was something in her voice and Jensen squinted his eyes at her. He could tell she understood that to be not entirely truthful, as he knew she was well aware Evan had a temper. Stella herself had kicked him out of her apartment the very same day he had confessed to her he didn’t want her near her ex, and from what he had heard since about a few other arguments they had, it always ended the same. Him raising his voice and guilt tripping her into thinking she was to blame.

So, all things considered, Jensen decided to change strategy and go down the guilt trip road. "Ok. Whatever you wanna do. But remember, disappointment goes both ways Stel." he stated as he shrugged and focused his attention back on the screen. "What's that supposed to mean?" Stella asked, frowning. "Just that by not disappointing your boyfriend, you’re gonna end up disappointing Pooch. But I guess its fine, he still got the rest of us. I just hope it doesn’t bit you on the ass one day.”  He insisted on making his point while flicking through the rest of the pictures. His eyes didn't leave the screen but he heard her groan besides him.

"You know what? I can't be bothered listening to you bitch." She pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I’m not bitching Stel. Do whatever you think you should do. You already know my opinion, so that’s the last thing I’ll say on the topic." he said as he looked at her from the corner of his eye. "That'll be a first." Stella snorted, folding her arms over her chest. "Well if it has to be, so be it." Jensen shrugged again as if he couldn't care less, but he could feel her eyes on him and he fought to avoid turning his head to look at her.

"Just flip to the next photo JJ, before I smash your head through the desk."

Jensen was fuming now, but decided not to acknowledge that last comment, thinking instead when he finally unmasked Shithead, she’d be eating her words and apologising big time. Instead, he fought the anger down, took a deep breath and did as he had been told, flipping to the next picture which drew a smile to his face. It was a shot of all the Losers out at Christmas a few years back, five faces grinning into the camera while wearing tacky Christmas sweaters.

And, just as Jensen expected, Stella laughed heartily when her eyes spotted the one he had on and he grinned.

"You still have that sweater?" Stella chuckled, pointing at the item of clothing which depicted Jesus wearing a party hat whilst holding a balloon, with the words ‘BIRTHDAY BOY’ written underneath  "Yup. Don’t know where though. Must be at my parents. That’s if Gracie hasn’t found it and decided it’s the coolest thing ever."

“No one would decide that’s the coolest thing ever.” Stella laughed again and then grabbed his arm. "Oooh! Do you still have the photo of the time we went out back home with them all on, the Christmas before we passed out of training?"

Jensen took his eyes off her hand that was still grabbing his arm and rubbed his beard while thinking about the system folder the picture may be in. "Yeah, I think it might be in one of these." he said as he clicked on one named ‘Good Times’. Stella could see a load of thumbnails as they popped up on the screen. They were mainly shots of his family, but there were also a few of her and him and a couple of him and Gracie. And she was just thinking about how he still had some of the pictures they had taken together all those years back, wondering to herself if that meant he still cared for her after everything that had happened between them or if he had simply forgotten they were there in the first place, when she heard him say "Yup. There it is."

"Oh my God, look at that Jakey!" she squealed, her gorgeous smile on her face again, as Jensen noticed she was back at Jakey. “We look so young.”

Jensen smiled broadly at her before turning to look at the picture again, taking every detail of it in. It was a picture of him, his dad, Rob and Stella all in horrific sweaters. Jake wore the aforementioned item bearing the large Jesus image, Rob’s was a Home Alone themed Sweater, featuring the infamous picture Kevin finds in his brother’s room along with the quote- ‘Buzz, your girlfriend…woof!’ John’s had a 3D elf attached to the bottom emblazoned with the slogan ‘When I think about you I touch my Elf’ and Stella’s was the classier of the four, a sparkly green Christmas tree effect, with baubles hanging all over it. The four of them were rosy cheeked from alcohol (well, mostly…) and smiling broadly, Stella stood next to Jake as his arm curled around her waist, John to her other side as his draped over her shoulder.

Happier, simpler times for them all.

"Remember that afternoon?" Jensen asked her, smiling softly at a grinning and younger Stel on the screen. "Yeah." Stella smiled at him. "It was the afternoon of our annual Secret Santa dinner night at your mom and dad’s." Jake then turned to look at her, grinning. "That’s not what I was asking, Stel."  She chuckled and rolled her eyes. "You want me to say I remember our bunk up in the bathroom?" "Yup." he replied as he wriggled his eyebrows playfully at her. "My sweater was missing a few baubles when we made it back into the bar."  "Yeah" he reminisced as he grinned wildly. "Birthday boy got his very own porn show.”

Stella snorted, slapping his arm. "We are so going to Hell for that."

"Well if that's what Hell is like baby, I don't wanna go to Heaven." he quipped cheekily, making Stella slap his arm again.

“Stop it, Jake!"

"Okay, okay, sorry..." he chuckled. But he wasn’t sorry in the slightest about bringing up that memory and as Stella turned her eyes back to the screen he found himself back in that bar, one Friday afternoon in December 2002. It was the day before Christmas Eve and he, his dad and Rob were out for drinks on what could have been deemed as a forced boys’ afternoon because his mom had kicked them out not long after lunch stating that she and Jane were doing dinner with Jules. Apparently they needed to get started like five fucking hours in advance for some reason and thus, all three men had found themselves at their local bar at four p.m. wearing their ugly Christmas sweaters as was the tradition on that day. What they hadn't counted on was having to go out in them, least of all to a bar where almost everyone knew them.

Stella was meeting her girlfriends for a shopping afternoon before they all met up for dinner and drinks and the annual "joke" Secret Santa. Only this year they were two down as Rey and Dick were in Florida visiting some of Dick's extended family, who knows who exactly, as Jake wasn't very fond of paying attention to details when Dick Fitzpatrick spoke. What he did know however, was that they would also be examining pretentious venues for their wedding the year after.

Fifteen minutes after their first round was served, Jensen was putting his empty beer down as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and John immediately nudged him. "Give it a rest son! You've been glued to that all afternoon."

"Yeah. What are you doing? Talking to someone?" Rob snorted, rolling his eyes. "I wonder who."

Jensen grinned. "Not my fault my girl can't stand not to message me for more than thirty minutes."

“Keep telling yourself that. It’s you who can’t stand not talking to her." Rob quipped as John chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"You saying I'm whipped Robert?" Jensen asked sternly, tilting his head to look at him before his face split into another huge grin. "Because you would be absolutely right and I'm not ashamed to admit it." 

At that he waved at the bartender and ordered another round while John snorted and Rob shook his head.

"We’ve lost him, John." "We lost him a long time ago, Rob” John sniggered and Rob nodded seriously. "Yeah, so says Jane." He spoke as he leaned on the bar. "Shut up Robert, you're the one that drove two hundred miles home at like four a.m. because Jane was crying she had period cramps and you were away with work." Jensen jabbed at his brother in law.

"He got you there pal." John laughed loudly as Rob narrowed his eyes.

"How do you know that?"

Jensen just shrugged. "I’m her little brother, I know things."

Rule number two?... four?..., whatever, in military training; never reveal your sources or methods of information.

But Rob wasn't buying any of Jensen’s bullshit and narrowed his eyes again. "Jane told Stella, didn't she?"

"Maybe." 

Maybe wasn't a yes, right?

Rob rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"You wanna make this a competition? Because Jake’s been like that for years now." John teased Rob.

“Oh, shut up dad." Jensen protested as he passed him one of the beers the bartender had just placed in front of them.

John laughed before raising his bottle "You already admitted you were whipped!" and Jensen groaned as his dad took a big gulp of his second beer. "You know, Son. I'm kinda offended you don't make me coffee and toast every morning."

"What?" Rob asked, spluttering beer all over the bar.

"Every time Stel stays over, he makes her coffee and toast in bed. Fuck the rest of us, like.."

Jensen grinned and cut his dad off straight away. "No. I don't fuck the rest of you, which is why I don’t make you breakfast."

At that some of the usual patrons turned to look at them as Rob started howling at John’s face. "He’s not wrong John."

"Guess I asked for that one." John mused before taking another sip of beer.

"You totally did, dad."

"Cheers to that." Rob quipped as he and Jensen clinked their bottles together.

"What is this, gang up on John day?"

"Come on old man. Don’t get angry and order another round for us." Jensen grinned, chugging his beer down and patting his dad's shoulder. So John did, and then when they finished that it was Rob’s turn to buy, and thus the cycle continued two hours later they were still perched at the same place at the bar, talking nonsense with alcohol running freely through their systems.

"Pity Rey and Dick are away this year because I had found the perfect shit Secret Santa gift for her." Rob whined and Jensen sniggered by his side. "A joke book?" "Nope. Her boyfriend is the joke." Rob quipped and both men started laughing until John corrected Rob.

"Ah ah ah, her fiancé." "Yup, right. Her fiancé." Rob repeated, raising his beer in a mock toast.

Jensen chuckled and leaned his head on his right arm where it was folded on the bar before speaking. "Fahk man. All she talks about is that fahkin’ wedding." "Well she's excited, son." John shrugged. "Too excited. She’s got Jane on the phone, all day." Rob complained and, at that, Jensen groaned raising his head again to look at Rob.

"And Stella, man. She’s dreading whatever bridesmaid dress Rey picks." Jensen paused, before grinning widely. "When me and Stel get married it's just gonna be one big party." John and Rob shared a glance.  "Well, we’ll see if you stay true to your word when we come to it." John said simply, not knowing if it was drunken Jensen speaking or if his son was being serious about it. But Jensen's next comment left no room for doubt.

"We already talked about it. No fancy ass do just a simple set of I dos and a fuck load of fun." Jake stated seriously.

Rob shared another quick glance with John as he raised an eyebrow. "You two talked about it?"

"Yeah." Jensen nodded but then frowned, spotting the expression on his sister's boyfriend's face. "What's the issue?"

"What's the issue? For fucks sake, Jake. You're only twenty-one" Rob argued and Jensen was fast to cut him

"So what? When you know, you know Rob."

"And what can you possibly know at twenty-one?" Rob insisted.

Jake just shrugged, any possible concern on Rob's part falling on deaf ears, he just knew. "Never be another girl for me."

At that John decided to help his son out. "To be fair Rob, he's been in love with her for basically the last ten years. Was just too chicken to do anything about it until he was seventeen"

Rob snorted and shook his head as he raised his beer to Jake. "Cheers to that man. You're a goner." and then sipped from his bottle before continuing. "You wanna spend your life with Rey as a sister in law, be my guest."

Jake looked at him and then shrugged again. "Worth it."

"Well, I guess that speaks for itself." Rob finally conceded which put a big smile on Jensen's face before he made a confession.

"I'd ask her now but we got training to finish first, so..." and then Jake hiccuped before gulping down the rest of his beer.

When they all finished their drinks and another round was ordered the three men were in an inevitable semi-drunk state and, as was to be expected, started cracking jokes and, what was worse, singing out loud. After being told to quit their fourth rendition of ‘Oh, Christmas Tree!’ by the bar tender, they moved back to jokes, Rob and Jensen trying to out-do each other with the trusty old ‘Yo Momma jokes’.

Jensen nailed rob with the one about his momma being so stupid she stared at a cup of orange juice for twelve hours because it said concentrate, to which Rob responded that Jensen’s momma was so short you could see her feet on her driver’s license photo. They continued getting more and more insulting until Rob grinned and pointed his bottle at Jensen, smirking.

“Yo momma’s so ugly, she threw a boomerang and it refused to come back.”

"Hey!" John protested, suddenly zoning into the conversation, making the two younger men howl with laughter. He clutched his glass as he glared at Rob.  "You're my least favourite son in law now, Danby." "I’m your only son in law John."  "Yeah, and you're shit." John stated, tipping his bottle towards Rob, spilling a little of the pilsner he was drinking onto the bar surface. "I’ll tell Jane you said that." "Tell her whatever you want. I’m her favourite father." John shrugged, taking a large gulp of his beer. "As opposed to that other one who shows up on her birthday, Thanksgiving and Christmas?" Jensen quipped, grinning at his father. "What?" John asked, not understanding what shit his son was talking but then he realised what he had just said and snorted. "Oh God, I think I’m drunk. Your mother is so gonna kill me." "Just blame John. She can't shout at him." Jensen offered, trying to keep a straight face at his father's frown. "John? Who’s John?"  Rob and Jensen started pissing themselves laughing at John's dumbfounded face. "John Jensen, best disgusting person." Jake shrugged. John frowned and suddenly realised "Oh, you mean me? Hey! Why am I disgusting?"

"Because we have pretty much finished our drinks, your lagging behind and you haven’t ordered a new round yet.” Jensen fired his shot.

"I bought the last one." John reminded his son.

"No, you didn’t. Rob did." Jensen quipped as he winked at Rob.

"Yeah, he's right John. I did." Rob played along.

John was about to tell them both to piss off as he wasn't that drunk when he spotted Stella and her friends entering the bar and decided to play his son, with his one and only weakness. "Tell you what. Whoever cracks a smile first buys the next round. If you can go for two minutes I’ll buy the next ones. Think you can keep a straight face boys?” he baited them. "You mean you want us to be grumpy like you old man?” Jensen arched an eyebrow as he hiccupped. “But it’s Christmas, what’s there to be grumpy about.”

"You chicken, Son?” John teased him and Rob whistled as Jensen stopped dead, his almost empty beer bottle poised at his mouth.

"You just call me a chicken?” he slammed the bottle down on the surface, wrinkling his nose as he waved his hand in the air “Whatever man, start the damned timer." 

John did as told and put his phone at the centre of the table, so they could clearly see it counting upwards. The three men started looking at one another, examining each other’s faces for a flick of a smile as they tried to keep their own as straight as possible. And just as the two minutes were about to expire John tapped Jensen on his shoulder and nodded behind him.

Jake turned and just as he did a huge grin broke on his face as he spotted Stella, Then he realised, turning hastily to his dad with a groan. "Damned it!! You stitched me up."

John was already cackling as Rob banged on the bar, both men unable to hold back the tears of laughter.

"You know what, I don’t care. Here.” Jensen said as he slapped twenty bucks on the bar. "Imma go say hi to my Stelly." "Yeah, go Son. Say hi to your Stelly." John mocked him as he wiped the tears in his eyes.  But before Jensen left, Rob nodded to the twenty bucks and looked at John.

“Another twenty say he doesn’t come back in the next fifteen minutes."

"You think it'll take him that long?" John scoffed, earning a glare from Jensen who then looked at Rob.

"You suck.” Jake hiccuped. "Talking about sucking, fifteen minutes Jake." Rob teased him, tapping at his wrist. "II only need ten.” Jensen shrugged.  

At that Rob looked at John who shook his head with a smirk as he set the timer again. They then saw Jensen leave, crossing the room over to his girl.

As he approached, Jensen saw Stella's cheeks were pink most likely from a combination of alcohol and cold. As she spotted him, those cheeks raised showing off her dimples and her cute little nose wrinkled as she grinned hugely which Jensen loved. "Hi Jakey!"

"Hi, gorgeous." he greeted her back before kissing her and then grinned at her friends. "Ladies?"

They all murmured hi and Stella looked at him. "You gonna buy me a drink?"

"I’m buying you all a drink but you’re gonna have to help me bring them to the table, baby." Jensen offered, getting his plan rolling.

The girls all cheered Jensen and ‘complimented’ his sweater in return for the free drinks. "Jesus is my homeboy." he stated, seriously puffing out his chest causing Stella’s friends to laugh. "You’re so full of shit." she snorted.

"Rude, Stel."he narrowed his eyes playfully. "True." she admitted as she stood up patted Jesus's head. "Come on then, let's get these drinks. Be back in a moment girls."

"Yeah, sure." One of them spoke as the rest all giggled. "Don't make it too long guys."

Jake chuckled as he grabbed Stella’s hand and started leading her through the room.

"Jake, the bar is that way.” She started to protest. "Need a pit stop." He replied simply. "Right well you go pee and I'll meet you at the bar. Gimme your wallet." Stella ordered as she stopped in her tracks behind Jensen.

"Nope. You coming with me." he ignored her request, pulling her hand to keep her walking.

"What?"

 Jensen didn't answer her but yanked her towards the men’s restroom. "Shhh..."

"I'm not going in there Jake!" Stella protested.

"All right. Ladies it is” Jensen quickly spun to the door next to the gent’s and Stella scoffed.

"Jake! No!" She stopped again and yanked on his arm hard enough to make him jerk back, turn and bump into her slightly. “What's up?” his hands fell to her hips as he began to walk them backwards into the ladies bathroom. As he pushed the door open he checked around to make sure they were alone and began to pull her further into the room, ignoring her protests. He dropped his head to whisper in her ear, stopping just outside an open cubicle “You losing your sense of adventure, baby?” he softly nipped at her neck and she shuddered “God, you’re a damn bastard, Jakey.” She whispered.

“Yeah but I’m your damn bastard, Stelly.” “Oh, shut up!” she mumbled, grabbing the front of his sweater and pulling him towards her for a ferocious kiss before she pushed him into the cubicle, his lips curling into a smirk against her mouth. Once inside he backed her up against the door, reaching round to lock it, before his large hands cupped her face, the kiss growing deeper as his tongue slid against hers, grazing the roof of her mouth as she fisted her hands in his sweater.

“Don’t pull Jesus’ hair too much.” He quipped and she grinned, her hands sliding up into his own short locks, giving a shark yank tipping his head back, bearing his neck to her.

“I’ll just pull yours instead.”

A low growl rumbled in his throat as his hand slid up her sweater, his leg moving forward as he planted his thigh in between hers. She let out a moan as he pushed up sharply, the harsh denim of both their jeans grinding on her spot. She was soaked already, and when his fingers started to undo the buttons of her pants she was relieved that he wasn’t wasting any time. He pulled them downwards and pulled off the boot on her left foot, allowing her to step one leg out of her jeans, freeing her legs slightly as he gripped her left thigh, hooking it over his hip. Planting one hand by the side of her head, his other shifted her panties to one side, and he grinned again, his lips hovering over hers.

“You know, for all your protests, you feel pretty ready, Darlin’”

“Shut up and fuck me Jake.” She mumbled as his lips caught the pulse point on her neck, her head banging against the cubicle door causing it to rattle as his fingers slid into her folds, one circling her clit. 

“This what you want?” he asked, his breath was low.

“God, yes!” she muttered as his fingers picked up the pace. He inserted one inside, then another, and her head fell forward onto his shoulder as he curled it forward his digits forward against her spot, thumb circling her clit. Moving his other hand he slid it up her jumper and pulled down the cups of her bra freeing her breasts, gently rolling one nipple in between his fingers, his other hand still fucking her gently and she let out a gasp.

“Jakey for God’s Sake just fuck me already!” she repeated her demand and Jake grinned.

“I love it when you beg.”

“Prick.” She mumbled, as her hands flew to the buckle on his belt, opening it with a clink of metal before she easily undid his jeans, her fingers pushing them and his boxers down, allowing his hard cock to spring loose. Jensen hooked his hands under her knees and lifted her so her legs were round his waist, back pressed to the locked cubicle door. Once more he claimed her mouth with a heated kiss, swallowing the dirty groan she gave as he pushed into her.  

Her walls gripped him with their familiar warmth and tightness and with a sigh he began to move, slowly at first, gently, her hands grasping at his shoulders as she tilted her hips towards him, her clit grinding against his pubic bone and it was then that one of the baubles on her jumper pinged loose and dropped to the floor with a soft chink.

“Shit.” She mumbled, but her word cut off as Jensen rotated his hips, pushing against her harder and she gasped as his hips quickened their pace, his ruts becoming deeper and faster. Soon the bathroom was filled with the filthy sound of skin on skin, moans and groans, punctuated by the odd soft clink as bauble after bauble worked itself free from Stella’s sweater. Her hands were everywhere-in his hair, up his back, under his top, nails biting at the skin as she hung onto him for dear life. Jensen continued to slam into her again and again, lips kissing down her jawline, neck, nipping and biting softly as he went. 

“God I love you, Jakey” Stella gasped, her hands now on his face, bringing his mouth round to kiss hers again, the pads of her fingers digging into his short stubble.

“Love you too, my Stelly” he moaned into her mouth, the noise of the door behind continuing to rattle loudly as his pace didn’t falter in the slightest.

“Fuck…” she moaned, her nails sliding up into his hair and Jensen gave a gasp as he felt her tighten around him Her heels, one still wearing a boot, dug into his ass, her nails digging into his scalp as she groaned, her eyes wide. “Jakey, I’m…”

“You gonna come for me?” He asked as his mouth hovered over hers, eyes locked on hers, watching, and she nodded, a whimper escaping her throat, as her head banged back against the door.

“Shit, Jake, oh, oh…” and then her words and little noises died off, her mouth dropping open into a silent scream as she clamped around him, hard as her release took her away. Her entire body shook and Jensen gave a strangled groan that bubbled from the depths of this chest, and he clutched her to him, tightly, hips stuttering as he shuddered with the utter intensity of it all, before he too came hard with as surge that curled his toes.

Their chests heaved together as Stella clung to him, Jake’s head pressed into the crook of her shoulder as they both waited for the world to stop spinning around them. After a moment or two, Stella began to chuckle and Jake moved, pressing his forehead to hers, their noses bumping as he kissed her softly.

“You good?” he asked and she nodded.

“I am but I think poor Jesus will be scarred for life.” She grinned and Jake laughed, before he pulled out of her with a gentle sigh, setting her back on her feet. “Can we get that drink now?” she asked.

Jake laughed before he remembered what Rob and his dad had said to him and he quickly grabbed his phone, smirking.

9 minutes…

The memory faded away as Stella’s voice hit his ears and he turned to her “Sorry, what?”

She rolled her eyes. “I knew you weren't listening!”

“Sorry, was just thinking about that afternoon.” He grinned “Dad and Rob were highly amused we did the dirty with Jesus watching.”

“And whose fault was that?” Stella arched an eyebrow at him.

“I didn't hear you complaining. Well, not until after when you realised half the baubles were missing off your sweater.”

Stella snorted “My mom asked me what happened to it when we got back to yours. And your dad said…”

“Divine intervention!” they both spoke at the same time, laughing, only to be interrupted as Pooch walked into the office.

“Amen! What are you two up to?”

Stella wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and looked round at him. “We were just looking at some photos and reminiscing.”

“Some photos?” Pooch asked as he approached Jensen’s desk. Jake turned the laptop for him to see and Pooch bent closer before he shook his head.

“Jensen, what the fuck are you wearing man?”

“Question should be who the fuck was I wearing Pooch.”

“Or why?” Pooch shot back and Jensen shrugged.

“It’s a Jensen-Stevenson family tradition buddy.” He leaned back in his chair, scratching his chest over his uniform. “Every year we have a dinner and a Secret Santa. Well, we used to anyway before...” at that he sat forward and cleared his throat, noticing Stella look away as he did so. He quickly recovered himself and smiled up at Pooch “Rule was the worst sweater won an extra prize.”

“Well you nailed it Jensen because frankly that is the ugliest sweater I have ever seen."

“You’re going to hell for saying that.” Jensen pointed at him.

“Yeah and we'll see him there after what poor Jesus saw that afternoon.” Stella snorted. Jensen smirked asas Pooch looked between them slightly confused.

“What do you...” he trailed off, groaning as he suddenly understood and then scoffed as they both started laughing again. “You guys are...were...” he pulled a face, “oh that’s nasty.”

“What’s nasty?” another voice spoke and all three of them turned to see Evan in the doorway. Jake shut his laptop violently, in a display of petulance more than anything. He was damned if he was letting that fucker into their private joke. Evan arched his eyebrow slightly before his attention turned to Stella as she explained.

“Oh we just found some old photos of us in horrific Christmas sweaters.”

“Found? On his laptop? By chance?” Evan’s tone was slightly accusing and Stella shrugged, missing the glare he shot at Jake.

“We were looking for something else and got side tracked.” Stella waved her hand “Anyway, what are you doing here? I thought you were in briefings till late?”

“I was but we finished earlier than expected and thought I could pick you up and maybe grab dinner at mine? I’ll cook.”

“Erm, sure.” Stella smiled “Sounds good.”

Pooch and Jensen exchanged a glance and Jensen merely rolled his eyes. Here she was again, backing out of a pre-arrange Losers social. But Jensen knew better than to raise that fact, certainly not in front of Evan.

As it happened though, Pooch didn’t.

“You not coming to the poker game then?” he asked and Stella blinked before she gave a groan.

“Shit. I forgot, erm…” she looked at Evan. “Roque’s organised a game.”

“Oh, okay.” Evan shrugged “I just thought we could spend the evening together. You never said anything about a poker game, Pumpkin, I wouldn’t have asked if I’d have known.”

At that Jensen rolled his eyes. The smell of bullshit was overwhelming.

“I must have forgotten.” Stella shrugged.

“Arty, you ain't been out with us for weeks.” Pooch pressed “Every time we organise something you’re busy. We got stag do planning to do!”

At that Jensen really did grimace given their earlier conversation. This wasn’t going to be pretty.

“I thought you weren't going to New York?” Evan spoke, his voice calm but Jensen spotted the nerve twitching in his jaw.

“What?” Pooch tuned to Stella and she groaned.

“Sorry.” Evan looked from her to Pooch, an innocent expression on his face and Jensen gripped the side of the desk firmly to stop himself doing something stupid. Like punching the fucker in the face “Did I put my foot in it?”

“What do you mean you're not coming?” Pooch completely ignored Evan, his eyes fixed on Stella as he waited for her to answer. She floundered for a moment, and Jensen sighed. He was torn, he felt sorry for Stella but on the other hand he really wanted Pooch to call her out and perhaps finally see what he had been saying for weeks- that Evan was a manipulative little shit.

“I haven't decided.” Stella shrugged, her voice quiet “I don't know what I'm doing.”

“You haven’t decided? What’s there to decide?” Pooch continued “You said you were coming Arty, I was counting you in”

“I know. I'm sorry, I just-“

“This is my fault.” Evan jumped in. “I'm busy for the week after helping my Aunt move house and I suggested we do something that weekend as we won't see each other. I booked us a hotel in Boston.”

“You did?” Stella frowned and Evan nodded before he took a deep breath and shook his head.

“I didn't know the dates clashed.”

“Sure you didn’t.” Jake mumbled to himself, turning back to the monitor which now showed nothing but the screensaver which was a picture of him, Stella and Gracie at her soccer game they had attended back home last year. Still, he pretended to be busy as Pooch and Evan stared at one another before Pooch shrugged, taking a deep breath.

“Whatever man.”

“I’m sorry Pooch I…” Stella started again and Pooch cut her off.

“No Arty, I’m the one who’s sorry.” His usually jovial tone was cold and Jensen saw Stella’s shoulders slump in the corner of his eye and wanted nothing more than to give her a hug.

“I think I’m gonna skip poker tonight.” She spoke softly and Jensen’s head whipped round to face her full on.

“What?”

“I’ll let Roque know you’re dropping out.” Pooch cut in.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Evan looked at her “I don't mind if you wanna go, we can do something tomorrow instead.”

This time Jake’s scoff was loud enough for all three of them to hear and Evan turned to glare at him. Jensen held his stare, his hands clenching into fists under the table. He was just about ready to explode.

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s fine.” Stella stood up “I’ll see you both later.”

With that she grabbed her jacket and left the room, Evan behind her, his hand planted in the small of her back. Pooch and Jake exchanged a glance, watching her go before Pooch crossed the room and closed the door, turning to Jensen.

“Dude. She’s not coming on my bachelor party? What the fuck?”

“I told you the guy is a manipulative bastard.” Jensen grit through his teeth. “She told me earlier she didn’t know if she could make it as he wanted to spend the weekend with her. He’s doing it deliberately to keep her away from me, or us, whatever.” He sighed, “And I’d bet my last dollar that, despite what she says, she’s offhandedly mentioned something about poker tonight and he’s shown up here now, on purpose, to guilt trip her into not going.” His fingers traced his goatee. “I don’t know what to do, Pooch.

“I tell you what I do know.” Pooch looked at Jensen. “We need to get rid of him. He has got to go, man!”

Jensen blinked, and then a broad grin spread across his face as Pooch’s words registered. Finally, he had an accomplice, someone else who had seen Shithead for what he was.

A shithead.

“Welcome aboard, Pooch.” Jensen leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head “Welcome aboard.”

**** Chapter 7 Part 1

[bad-bitch-beauchamp]

Songs About Me - Chapter Three

After karaoke night and Claire's impromptu performance, both Claire and Jamie spend the next day reconciling with their choices from the night before.

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“Stay, Sassenach! One more drink!” 

“One more drink might be the death of me, Mr. Fraser, and if you’d like to watch me embarrass myself again next week, I can’t be on my deathbed tonight!” 

He had tried to convince her to let him walk her home, but she waved him off and pulled the sweater that had fallen off her shoulder back up to its rightful place at the junction of neck and shoulder -- a place Jamie couldn’t tear himself away from until that moment. She wrangled a loose curl behind her ear, tugged on her coat, and caught Jamie watching her every move, drink at his lips, eyes just over the rim of the glass. She could’ve stayed, could’ve responded, could’ve reacted to what she was feeling right then… no. A couple of hours together in a bar and a poor excuse for a solo at closing time did not change the fact she didn’t know this man. This very handsome man, she reminded herself. No. You came out here for yourself. Leave by yourself.

She met his eyes one last time, gave a nervous laugh, declared “Hope to see you next weekend!” all too loudly, and spun on her heel. She had stepped over the threshold when she thought she heard her name from inside, but she didn’t turn to find out. 

———

Claire realized exactly three things when she awoke the next morning: The sun was shining too brightly, the street musician playing on the corner directly below her bedroom window was playing too loudly, and the memories of the last night with the redhead who loved music and books were coming on too fast. Somehow, in the span of a few hours, he had literally become her waking thoughts. She sat up in bed, still cocooned in a cloud of white cotton sheets and linen comforters. What do you even know about him? Probably not even anything. She pulled herself from the warmth of the bed, her feet landing on a soft oriental rug in shades of blues and greens. His eyes were the colors in this rug. Just like the ocean itself. Okay, she remembered one thing about him. The woven textile gave way to worn hardwood floors, on to cool hexagon tiles lining her bathroom floor as she passed through glass french doors between bookshelves on the wall. 

When Claire inherited her Uncle Lamb’s brownstone, she could remember only one thing about the place from her visits: the upstairs was magical. Quentin Lambert Beauchamp was an archaeologist, and although it rarely happened, he had decided he needed a home base to work from. In the historic brownstone, he neglected to update much besides the upper level. As the brownstone was on a corner lot, Lamb declared it must have every window possible to let in the light. Days were too gloomy and cloudy in England, and he would soak up all the light he could while teaching here at Harvard, thank you very much. The most magical room in the entire home (according to both Beauchamps) was lined from front to back with alternating windows and storage -- wide bookshelves on the top, long cabinets on the bottom. The opposite side was almost entirely made of the same bookshelves, save for two sets of french doors leading to a large closet and a larger master bathroom, respectively. The bookshelves traveled up to a curved ceiling, rails and ladders lined the walls to reach the highest and most precious of his belongs (now hers as well). Claire had painted the walls and trim shades of white and cream and ivory. The shelves were stripped and stained with a neutral-tone light wood with white filler. The brass fixtures and ladder rails sparkled in the warm morning light. Claire placed plants wherever she could fit them, and donned the shelves with memories to mingle with the ones Lamb left behind. This room, this place, was her favorite in the whole world. 

Back in the bathroom and walking to the walk-in shower, Claire bent down to reach the sweater she tossed aside the night before. The underside of his hair is this color. Right at the base of his neck, with the extra curls. She shook her head and started the tap. Maybe all his curls would turn that color when he got wet. She turned the faucet as hot as she could stand it, reached an arm for her phone, and set Spotify to only play Blink-182. We’re done with those feelings! No feelings, only the angst possible with punk rock! 

Cold tile brought her down to earth again when she stepped out of the shower, the trails of water dripping down her back and breasts a refreshing break from the onslaught of pounding heat. He felt like a breath of fresh air. Just like this. 

With a towel wrapped around head and a t-shirt tossed on, she made her way back to the bedroom and took a seat on her bed. She desperately wished she had stayed for that last drink. Or at least got his number? Why didn’t I get his number?! Now, she’d have to wait another six days before seeing him again. Maybe her attraction to him was nothing more than lust, but if she could text with him, get to know him better, maybe she could find out. With no way of reaching him, she opted to get dressed and head out to clear her head. Maybe find a place to write? Since her decision to put herself first, she’d put letting off steam by writing and singing. It fell in live with the general creativity that fueled her life, while still being different enough from the greenhouse to give her a bit of rest and peace. As she contemplated where to adventure off that morning and pondered the correct way to lace her Doc Marten boots, her phone rang. A photo of three fresh faces graced her screen, a woman with wild dark curls with her mouth gaping with laughter, another woman with a waterfall of red hair and piercing green eyes made less intimidating by the crinkles at the edges, and a man with deep dimples surrounding his smile and an eyebrow raised in surprise at the camera taking their picture. Claire hit the accept button on the call, and thus the inquisition arrived. 

“We need to talk about last night!” The screen was split in two, with Geillis’ video on top and Joe’s on the bottom with Claire’s in the corner. 

“What about last night? I honestly thought our song was pretty good! I was thinking next week we could do--”

“That’s obviously not what we’re talking about, LJ! But agreed, we did a damn good job.”

“Will you two quit it?” Geillis cut them off and brought her face closer to her screen. “We need to talk about Claire, that viking, and the unreal chemistry. Spill it ALL, Claire.”

———

Jamie had woke nursing a headache, but alas, today would not be the day for rest. He flipped the sign in the window of Fraser Literature from closed to open, and began to check off the list of opening duties. On the list was to water the plants. Set on a table in a small alcove, on top of side table next to an worn leather chair for patrons to sit and peruse a story in, hanging from simple planters in the window that stretched from edge to edge in front of the shop, guarding the aisles of books ready to be enjoyed by people who hadn’t read them yet. Jamie often visited a greenhouse just outside town for the shop’s plants. While a small place, it was teeming with love, peacefulness, and a sense of adventure with green as far as the eye could see, boarding the windows with giant leaves and trailing vines. The feeling inside was something he wanted to emulate in his own place, and so he started adding a wee bit of flora here and there. Rupert and Angus initially laughed off his efforts, claiming Jamie was “destroying the manly vibe” they were aiming for. With every bit of decoration, every little bit of effort however, the shop grew in reputation and success. Jamie was immensely proud of the shop he built, and even more grateful he was able to spend his days surrounded by the words of great men and women, constantly inspired and in awe of the endless stories at his fingertips. 

The boys -- Angus and Rupert, that is -- had brought up the idea of expanding into a few other fine art ideas within the shop. Jamie had been reluctant to agree to anything that wasn’t directly related to literature. As they stood around the front counter, Rupert led the charge: 

“Jamie, man. The people who like books are also the ones who like art and music and such. Why not try to bring them all together?” 

“What if they don’t care about the books? What if they don’t even look at them, and don’t care? What’s the point in having the shop, then?”

It was Angus’ turn to reply with, “Well the point is getting people in the door, and letting your “wee shop” as ye always call it speak for itself, aye?” 

Jamie had to agree with that point. He settled for telling the lads that if they could come up with a suitable idea, he’d agree to it. Twenty minutes later, Angus and Rupert stood in his office doorway saying they would be asking for local musicians to come and perform. 

“Doesn’t seem like yer asking for approval.” 

Jamie didn’t look up from his computer, but could hear the grin in Rupert’s voice as he replied, “‘Tis because ye know it’s a good idea, and ye wouldn’t refuse a good idea.” 

Jamie sat back in the rolling leather chair behind his antique desk and sighed, then laughed. “Why do I even try to control what ye two do? Yer jes’ going to do it anyway.” The lads grinned at each other and shrugged. “Go on then, see if ye can have some posters made up to put in the window.” 

He stood as Rupert saluted him and Angus muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Aye aye, captain,” and stretched his long, lean, muscles. He needed to get a few errands completed, so opted to spend the next few hours outside both to complete his tasks and to get out in the fresh air. He told his friends he’d be back soon, and to let them know if he needed anything. 

With one step out into the sunlight, he immediately regretted the amount he had drunk the night before. Two in the morning was not a suitable time to be out, but for the lass with the dark curls and the whisky eyes, he’d give every moment of his time. From the moment he woke, he thought of her. Thought of how she made him laugh. Thought of how bonny she felt under his fingers, her hips on the barstool as she wiggled back into place, her thigh touching his under the booth table. He thought of how she’d gone up on stage as an act of defiance against him for the insult to her friend’s song, but how instead she ended up showing a piece of her soul to him, and him alone. He thought of how her eyes matched the swirling liquid in his glass. He thought of her abrupt departure after he had asked her to stay, and how he almost ran out after. He thought of how he was so incredibly stupid as to not have asked for her number before she ran. Look what ye did -- now ye have to wait to see her, and yer barely functional as it is. While Angus and Rupert had been gauging his interest for the musical talent in his office earlier, he had been searching the Facebook page for the 21st Amendment, combing it for references to her. To Claire. Maybe she had performed there? Perhaps she and her friends had tagged the place in one of their pictures? There was no sign of her, and she hadn’t told him her last name. Six days to go, mate. Ye can do this. She’s just a lass. Ye don’t know her. 

After a few hours of tedious tasks (could the post office ever be efficient, just this once?), he made his way back to Fraser Literature. It was a warm day for autumn, and the shop would have a cart with discount books out on the sidewalk and the door propped open for fresh air. He would never tire of seeing his name on something he built, something he was so proud of. As he neared the shop however, it wasn’t the name on the window that drew his attention -- it was the many people standing inside, facing the window, looking outside. Jamie stopped and looked around, but not finding anything out of place around him. He took a few steps closer. They weren’t looking outside, but rather at the inside corner of the shop, the corner where the window meets the wall. He was only a few steps away when he saw it, when he heard it. A woman with bouncy curls and a round arse, sitting with her back to the window at a keyboard bench. He didn’t have to see her face to know. Her voice was enough. It was enough at two in the morning to imprint on him forever. 

She was there, in his shop. His place. Claire. God, his Claire. 

With one shaky step and an attempt at a steadying breath, he moved inside his sanctuary.

[mork-lee-bee]

Broken Lovers VI

Summary: Y/n is a hopeless romantic in love with someone who will never love her back and Jaehyun is helplessly in love with someone who only continues to hurt him over and over again, sounds like a match made in heaven right?

Pairings: CollegeStudent!Jaehyun X CollegeStudent!Y/N X CollegeStudent!Jaemin

Warnings: cursing, 

Genre: angst/fluff/smut

Word count: 2.6 k

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“Hey, ____?” Miyoung smiles sweetly and you know she wants something so you start to pack your books into your bag.

“I didn’t even say anything yet!” She defends but you knew what she wanted.

“No, but I know you, so just call me when you’re done,” you laugh and a deep red color floods her ears in embarrassment.

“Maybe I was just gonna ask you to go with me to get coffee!” She pouts but she was too dressed up for even coffee, she had a dark red lip and her eye shadow was a dark smokey eye.

“Just please don’t have him here too late, the library closes at 9,” you explained hoping she wouldn’t lose track of time and you’d be stuck having to figure something else to do until 2 am like a few nights in the past.

“I’ll try,” Miyoung smiles making sure you leave the building safely before she’s back upstairs getting ready. You were severely under-dressed for the colder weather at night as you could feel the cold air engulf your entire body, You shiver as you start to walk in the direction of the library on the campus. You and Miyoung happened to be in the newer dorms which were a blessing for the better facilities but were also further from the library. The cold air had a visible effect on you as your arms and legs were covered in goosebumps. 

“She owes me,” You mumble under your breath almost jogging to try and keep semi-warm, which turned into an awkward cold sweat that just brought discomfort by the time you got to the Library after being exiled.

It was cold inside almost as cold as it was outside and without any hoodie or sweater you were miserable as you find a quiet corner to set up for studying, there weren’t many people but those that you saw were stressed and cramming or almost passed out trying to study.

Just as you got relaxed you could hear someone sobbing from behind a bookshelf, you could either move or try to ignore it, out of pure laziness you dig through your bag trying to find your headphones only to remember that you left them on your desk at the dorm. You wanted to bang your head on the table at how stupid it was but you resisted instead leaning back at staring up at the ceiling, the library wasn’t huge but it was decently big although it was filled with a bit of cold dead space.

You figured that you wouldn’t be able to focus with the sobs of the girl behind the shelf so you might as well look for a book to help with studies getting up and looking around at the shelves that towered way above you. You were in the History section by the looks at it as most of the books read something about-

“Oh shit,” You hear after bumping into someone and you falling backward extremely hard to the point the breath in your lungs is no longer there.

“Wait… _____?” You can barely see the person through the gathering tears in your eyes but the voice is very familiar as you attempt to blink the tears away while coughing and trying to regain your breath the sharp pain hard to get through.

“I’m so sorry,” The person bends down to your level on the ground and you could feel them mindlessly draw soothing circles on your back trying to help you calm down as he coaches through breathing.

“Fuck- That hurt,” You manage to get out through the breaths, coughs, and slight wheezing. You wipe the tears away that had gathered.

“I didn’t see you,” They try to explain which only makes you laugh slightly at how bad they felt.

“Honestly, it’s fine,” You promise placing your hand on theirs and finally looking over to see who had taken your breath away, literally.

“Jaehyun?” You manage to make out his features easily as a shy dimple smile crosses over his lips.

“You’re correct,” He pats you on the back as you’re slowly starting to be functional again.

“What are you doing here?” You manage to ask and in hindsight, it was a dumb question, a public library on a school night. clearly, he was here to study.

“Can’t a guy go to the library to read about…” He looks at the bottom shelf grabbing a book off the lowest shelf and reading the cover.

“The in-depth History of Psycho by Red Velvet,” Jaehyun scratches the back of his neck before placing the book back on the shelf.

“I mean, if that’s what you read about, I’m not judging,” You finally get to feeling better but your back was still in a bit of pain as Jaehyun gets up from right next to you.

“It’s not my favorite thing to do but, school work is school work,” He stretches lightly glancing down at where you’re sat on the ground looking up at him an all too familiar feeling pounding in your chest as you quickly scramble to stand with him although still in a bit of pain.

“What brings you to the library?” Jaehyun pulls you out of your thoughts but noticed how you reacted smiling to himself as you try to straighten yourself out fidgeting with the bracelet on your right wrist

“Roommate kicked me out for her own… business,” You try not to explicitly say oh you know my friend is getting laid so I’ve been exiled to the library to suffer.

“That’s something I like about having my own room in the frat,” Jaehyun admits and you can’t help but follow him around the maze of bookshelves like a lost puppy enamored by his personality. 

“Yeah I can only imagine, the beauty of privacy,” You hadn’t had that in a while it felt like as on more than one occasion Miyoung loved to walk into the bathroom without knocking.

“And no one kicking me out of my room,” Jaehyun aimlessly walks occasionally running a finger along the spines of the books more focused on you of course as you let out a groan of jealously at the thought of being able to relax, while you did love Miyoung her presence could suffocate you with her constant late-night talks on the phone.

“God that sounds wonderful,” You pout thinking of the things you took for granted before.

“I mean sometimes it can be a bit… smelly,” You raise an eyebrow in confusion but a bunch of guys in one place is bound to create some kind of odor so you scrunch your nose in disgust.

“Every place has its ups and downs I guess,” You shrug not paying attention as Jaehyun stops suddenly which you run into him almost falling over again but he catches your arm keeping you held up before dragging you in the opposite direction you were headed suddenly, a bit confused but you follow regardless figuring he remembered why he was there and just dragging you to the correct section.

“Okay, where are we going now?” You question as he looks behind him occasionally as if trying to find something or someone else behind you, his eyes wouldn’t find yours as he looked past you almost like a ghost was there.

“Jaehyun?” You tug at his arm and planting your feet to the ground stalling him and dragging him out of his thoughts that seemed to cloud his mind and every single one of his senses.

“Sorry I was just…” His voice trails off as you see the worry in his eyes.

“Are you always so in your head? You don’t seem to be thinking in the present,” You offer a small smile as he touches the back of his neck nervously as you spot his ears redden slightly.

“Not usually,”

“Come on, let’s go get some ice cream,” You suddenly announce finally taking the lead and letting Jaehyun follow you which he does as he raises an eyebrow in confusion at the sudden change in action.

“Why?”

“Well, Ice cream makes everyone feel better, well at least that’s what my nephew says,”

“But don’t you need to study,” You laugh at this, any excuse not to study was the best.

“Originally, but I’m not in the mood to anymore,” You smile as you get to the spot where you had set up still untouched as you start to place things back into your bag to leave. 

“Okay…” He watches you sling your bag over your shoulder before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the exit, whatever reason he had come to the library in the first place was now completely out of his mind.

You hadn’t realized how long you were actually in the library as you push the heavy door open to reveal the darkness of night, when you had arrived the sun was setting but now it felt colder as the slight breeze hit your exposed arms because of your t-shirt.

“Cold? We don’t have to get ice cream, we could get coffee or something warmer,” Jaehyun offers while letting your hand go and starting to take his hoodie off as soon as he noticed how your hands reached for your arms to warm yourself up.

“Nah, I’ve had way too much coffee today already,” You admit while he finishes slipping off his hoodie leaving him in a basketball Jersey which was even less coverage than you had.

“If you insist,” He hands you the still warm hoodie which you hesitate to take seeing he would be cold.

“Take it,” Jaehyun sees your hesitation insisting that you take it as you slowly grab it from him looking up at him with sad eyes.

“Won’t you be cold?” You point out sadly to which Jaehyun laughs smiling and ruffling your hair.

“You’re sweet for being so concerned but I’ll be fine it’s not a long walk to my car,” He assures you and it was obvious he wouldn’t be taking any no’s so you carefully slip on the dark grey hoodie suddenly engulfed by Jaehyun without him actually hugging you. The Orange smell hit your nose causing you to smile and the warmth engulfed your body with the soft fabric clinging to your body.

“Thank you,” You say before taking a step towards him and wrapping your arms around him hugging him which he returns setting his head on top of yours for a minute just enjoying you.

Eventually, you pull away as he takes the lead walking over to where he’s parked in the parking lot, dimly lit by the overhead street lights that would occasionally flicker.

The music on his playlist was nice, it was the type of music perfect for a calm relaxing night to yourself as he focused on driving humming along to the music lightly as if you weren’t even there sitting in the passenger seat staring at his side profile, his relaxed features made him look kind and approachable which brought you back to when you first met him, he was so angry and seemed so unlike the man in front of you now.

“Why?” You ask, a simple unfinished question as he glimpses over at you raising an eyebrow out of confusion.

“Why what?” He answers with another question, 

“Why were you so mad when we met at that party?” You didn’t expect him to spill his entire life story or anything to you when you asked the question and he tensed, his once relaxed hands on the steering wheel held a tighter grip and you could see his veins stick out slightly more as you observed the gears turning in his head on an answer almost like he was looking at some kind of word search looking through the jumble of gibberish to find the right words.

“I was having a bad week and I didn’t feel in the mood for partying…” He admitted loosening up a bit and shaking his head as he pulled into the parking lot of Wayv Ice Cream Parlor Miyoung loved it because YangYang worked here but someone else was working tonight as Jaehyun opens the car door for you.

The little bell rings to alert the staff someone entered as soon as you pull Jaehyun into the small shop that felt all too familiar as you spot the person working look up and smile immediately. 

“Kun!” You excitedly run over to the counter, the place was dead empty so it was nice to see a familiar friendly face as Jaehyun made his way over next to you as Kun start to make your usual request.

“Where’s Miyoung?” The man you had gawked at when you had first seen him working because of his visuals asks.

“She decided to stay at the dorm, this is Jaehyun,” You look over to the quiet guy next to you and nudge him to give his order as you take your card out to pay for the two ice creams.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” Kun speaks candidly as your eyes widen as you turn to correct him.

“Oh, no we’re just friends,” You explain as Kun sets the two desserts down and pulls up the amount due.

“Yeah, we’re just- Hey!” Jaehyun notices how you’ve taken out your card to pay grabbing your wrist lightly to stop you as he slips his wallet out of his back pocket but he’s too late as you switch the hand the card is in and insert the chip watching as the transaction starts.

“Dang that’s too bad you’d be cute together,” Kun wiggles his eyebrows at you which Jaehyun doesn’t notice as he’s too bust shooting glares in your direction as you type the pin in.

“Thanks,” You smile at Kun before picking up the two ice creams and going to sit at one of the two people seating arrangements setting the two ice creams down and smiling at Jaehyun who still looks at you angrily.

“Jae, why are you so mad?” You sit down leaning forward head resting in your hand as you look at him.

“I should have paid for it,” Jaehyun pouts as you roll your eyes and hold up three fingers for the three points you’re about to make.

“One, it was my idea, two you drove, three you let me borrow your hoodie. The least I could do was pay for the ice cream,” You point out before grabbing your plastic spoon and digging in smiling at the sugary taste.

“Fine but next time I’m paying,” He determines as your mind starts to think about his word choice Next time? There’s going to be a next time?

“We’ll see,” You wink sticking your tongue out before another spoonful of ice cream causes you to grip your head in pain at the sudden brain freeze. 

“What kind did you get?” You look over to the ice cream he got trying to finger it out, could it be rocky road? Coffee? Chocolate? There are so many flavors it makes it difficult. Yours was obvious with the bit of Oreo crumbs that sat on top.

“Guess,” He smiles as he picks up another spoonful holding it out for you to taste as you lean forward and eating the small spoonful of Ice cream before thinking and contemplating the taste.

“Chocolate?” You tilt your head trying to guess.

“Yup!” he says proudly.

“You’re basic,” You roll your eyes before taking a bite of your own ice cream happily.

“Can I enjoy ice cream without being harshly judged?” Jaehyun glares before digging his spoon into your ice cream and taking a bite letting out a small Mmmmm at the delicious taste.

“No!” You glare holding your ice cream closer to you he can’t steal anymore.

“But it’s good!” He pouts as your phone dings with a notification which you check and see Miyoungie Pop up with the message You can return now! 

“After we’re finished can you take me back to my dorm?” You plead with Jaehyun who agrees to as long as you let him eat more of your ice cream to which you groan in response.

“FINEEEE,” You pout as he smiles his dimples very prominent as he steals another bite.

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[loveisgamex]

2yoo: Alpha!Yubin Omega!Yoohyeon HCs go! —🐺

!! the below is NOT red velvet !!

< 2yoo is my fave dreamcatcher ship so uh. feel free to pass those my way if you happen to have an interest <3 >

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helo anon, of course of course!! uH you asked for hcs and... i don’t know what this ended up being ?? it’s like half a fic ?? i had been thinking about a college au, so these have ended up from that perspective. i hope this still fills the request, but if there’s any interesting questions you’re curious about, please feel free to send a follow up !! c:

> yubin and yoohyeon meet in their freshman year in a gen ed class. yoohyeon got lost and rushed across campus, showing up just in time for her first class. thankfully she spots an open seat on the end of the row, perhaps a bit closer to the front than she prefers, but a blessing as it's easy to slide into while most of the lecture hall is full up

she doesn't register who she sat down next to until she inhaled a deep breath of relief. while alphas and omegas are required by school policy to take suppressants, it doesn't erase scents and yoohyeon gets a lungful of magnolia and musk, both elegant and grounding. she manages to choke ungracefully on her own spit in her surprise, and her coughing causes the alpha to turn to her and ask if she's okay. its embarrassing, but the girl's face is impassive, finger tucked into her book as though her priority is to get through a few more pages before class starts. so yoohyeon ignores the blush rising on her cheeks to give her a quick nod and unpack her belongings.

 > yoohyeon ends up sitting next to the girl for the rest of the semester. she's quiet, and rarely speaks to yoohyeon. she has a new book with her every day, and once class starts, takes fastidious although scrawling notes in a surprisingly cutesy panda themed notebook. the semester might've passed without yoohyeon ever trying to speak to her. but the girl was kind in her own way, picking up yoohyeon's pens and pencils when she knocked them off the far too small desk, or making sure she didn't leave her sweater behind. in some ways it felt dismissive, the quick "heys" to grab her attention and almost careless returns of yoohyeon's items. but given that the girl seemed to rarely seemed to look away from her books or her notes, yoohyeon thought the girl would have to be kind to be paying enough attention to yoohyeon to notice.

 > eventually she got brave enough to start greeting her in the morning and starting up small conversations. surprisingly, once yoohyeon started a conversation, the girl would continue it easily enough. she learned the girl's name was yubin, and that she was in the music department, and that they were the same age. at first, yubin's finger would keep her place in her book as though she was waiting to get back to reading. but eventually she started sliding a bookmark into place when yoohyeon arrived, her hand resting on the closed cover.

 > it didn't take long after that for them to become close. yoohyeon would invite yubin out to do things, and the smaller girl would protest but show up early. yoohyeon noticed that they got quite a bit of attention off-campus; it was obvious to any onlooker that she was an unbonded omega walking freely with an unbound alpha. while it wasn't unheard of in these days, there was still plenty of people who would consider it scandalous, if not actually dangerous. but while it made yoohyeon nervous at first, it was almost easy to forget yubin was an alpha. she was quiet, unassuming, easy to miss. she didn't get aggressive, even being slower to anger than yoohyeon herself, nor was she pushily protective and coddling of yoohyeon as an omega as many alphas often were. instead she was reminded that yubin wasn't simply a beta by the solid, steadying hand at her side when she tripped, the way yubin retrieved dropped items and wished for sweaters or blankets or snacks without yoohyeon's asking, even if she teased yoohyeon the entire time. and most of all, it was her scent, the richness of which never faded for yoohyeon even as they spent more and more time together. her scent which, when it caught yoohyeon off guard, made her heart clench

 > alphas and omegas weren't allowed to be roommates per university rules, and so in their sophomore year, yoohyeon's roommate was a cheery psychology major beta named gahyeon. she didn't seem to think anything of yoohyeon's being an omega, mostly just complaining when yoohyeon overslept and left her alarm going off for ages. yoohyeon thought it was rich that gahyeon would complain about her sleeping habits when the freshman had a habit of returning to their room to nap between classes, causing yoohyeon to accidentally wake her up more than a few times.

yubin had a single as a sophomore and honors student. yoohyeon took full advantage, shifting her study sessions from the library to yubin's bed. she'd spread her materials across the covers while yubin studied at her desk, large over the ear headphones blocking out noise.

it was easy to accidentally fall asleep surrounded by the familiar comforting scent on top of yubin's clean, neatly made bed (unlike her own, unmade and more likely than not to have handhelds or lens cases hiding in her blankets). she'd wake up with a panda tucked under her head, her books shoved aside if not having fallen on the floor entirely, to yubin shaking her shoulder with a disapproving look on her face. (what yoohyeon didn't realize was that yubin, who otherwise was sensitive about others' scents in her personal space, let her claim the bed as her workspace and even nap because yoohyeon's spicy sweet scent, like cinnamon and honey, was a secret guilty pleasure.)

in some ways it was nicer to work while yubin settled in at the foot of the bed with her book, or phone, or notebook, having finished her own schoolwork while yoohyeon napped.

 > they moved in together as roommates off-campus in their junior year. yoohyeon's parents protested at first, but they had gotten to know yubin through yoohyeon's video calls home and the occasional weekend dinner together and decided to trust yoohyeon's judgement. (besides, wouldn't it be safer for their girl to be with a known alpha than off campus alone?)

yoohyeon's common spots were either at her pc, finally set up in her room properly, playing league online with her pal siyeon or on the sofa in front of the large screen tv she had set up with all her game consoles. yubin spent most of her time in her room studying or writing but would also come out and join yoohyeon on the couch, curling up with a book against an armrest.

yoohyeon didn't want to admit it, but she found it distracting. yubin was very respectful, almost to a fault. while yoohyeon sprawled across the couch carelessly while gaming, yubin would tuck herself neatly onto a single cushion, never touching yoohyeon. in general, yubin never pressured her or pulled the alpha card on her. but sometimes, yoohyeon wished the respectful distance was a little less, the distance between them weighing on her mind.

it wasn't as though yubin was never affectionate, but yoohyeon held the rare moments where yubin would absently rest her head against yoohyeons arm, or crook her chin over yoohyeon's shoulder dearly. but living together seemed to finally let yubin become less careful, less strictly observant of boundaries, and more and more yoohyeon found it more common for yubin to drape an arm over yoohyeon's leg or lean into her as they watched tv.

yoohyeon could smell the change in the apartment. while her own scent didn't register for herself, she could smell how yubin's scent, even when she stuck her head into yubin's room, was sweeter than she remembered. her parents commented on her scent when she arrived home for winter break, telling her she still smelled like yubin.(she ignored the question behind their comments.)

her scent had almost returned to normal by the end of break, and while she had been happy to see her parents and pie again, the difference was like a constant itch, leaving her feeling restless and unsettled. she couldn't stop herself from sweeping yubin into a hug upon her return to their apartment, and the smaller girl let herself be embraced without protest. it seemed to be the turning point; after that, yubin didn't seem to be trying to keep her distance.

 > however, one thing still killed her-- yubin's habit of absently biting things. it seemed to be some sort of auto pilot tic; yoohyeon had seen her bite the back of her own knuckle, her phone, bags of snacks, even the trigger button on yoohyeon's controller during cutscenes when she'd finally convinced yubin to try a game with her. while that was bad enough, yoohyeon's gaze seeming to zero in on the sight without her intent, yoohyeon herself ended up being among the things yubin would absently bite, whether her arm, or hand, or elsewhere.

 > one time yoohyeon and yubin were waiting to go out, standing in siyeon's apartment as the older alpha rushed around her apartment to gather her things. yubin had claimed a place on yoohyeon's shoulder, arms wrapped around yoohyeon's closest arm. yoohyeon was scrolling through her phone when she felt the yubin's teeth gently press into her shoulder, then yubin's nose, then a second bite further up her shoulder. she stopped registering what was on her phone as yubin moved closer and closer to the typical location of a mating mark. she didn't realize she'd been holding her breath until siyeon re-entered the room, finally ready to go. yoohyeon thought it strange that siyeon didn't comment. the twisting in her stomach didn’t leave even after yubin pulled away, finally letting go of yoohyeon's arm after they'd left the apartment. it was the day that first made her realize that yubin as her alpha was something she might want

(yubin kept it to herself when yoohyeon didn't say anything, but she was disappointed and concerned at herself for not realizing and stopping her reaction to siyeon's scent.)

 > the suppressants might keep her from going into heat, but yoohyeon can always tell when she would've had one because she finds herself creating nests in the apartment, the couch suddenly having an abundance of blankets and pillows. among them often end up yubin's hoodies, or blankets yubin has left on the couch. it's embarrassing, and she stealthily returns them once the compulsion passes.

(yubin can tell even before yoohyeon because her scent still gets more potent. yoohyeon hasn't seemed to have made the connection, but yubin starts leaving the blankets she uses on the couch instead of taking them back into her room because she's noticed how often her things disappear into the nests. as a result, yubin's blankets often make the base of yoohyeon's nests.

 > (despite the suppressants, yubin can tell when she would've had her rut because she feels irritable and yet craves physical affection. she usually spends the couple of days in her room safely isolated, mostly listening to music and wrapping herself in blankets she's pulled from the couch that have yoohyeon's scent. she tries not to think about the fact that her roommate's scent help ease her discomfort.)

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i’ll stop here because this is the length of a full drabble already oops TT i hope you enjoy !!

x

[natouthewriter]

Chapter one of the book I am writing, feedback is appreciated

One might think that you wouldn’t need to do anything important on a nice Saturday night in December, but that was not the case for me. Swimmers were lined up as they prepared to dive into the pool. Today was a swim meet, where swimmers would race and get their swimming times. I pushed myself through the water with a final stroke, finishing my lap.

I was not very good as swimming, probably because I did it for the sole sake of staying fit and healthy. Also because I’m sort of a science nerd. I know, it's kind of embarrassing to be a 13 year old nerd. I popped out of the water, gasping for air. In order to go faster, you have to breath less. The guy who kept the times muttered something but I wasn’t paying attention. I pulled myself out of the pool easily and started towards my things. The cold air had everyone shivering and huddling in their towels, but I was never affected much by the cold.

“Hey, what time did you get?” Someone asked. I turned around and saw my friend, Araline.

Araline was an Asian girl at my school, although not many boys liked her. They said that she was “too shy” because she had refused to go to parties. I however, on the other hand, had always had a crush on her since 5th grade. She beautiful long brown hair and hazel eyes. Her face had soft features that made her look like a flower that you would crush if you touched it. She wasn’t that much taller than me, and I was a little shorter than average for my age. I suddenly realized that Araline was in the middle of something.

“ - listening to me?” She asked

“Oh, I wasn’t paying much attention when it was announced,” I answered.

Araline patted me on the back as she sighed sweetly. She always scolds me about how I’m not paying attention to the things, which was pretty much a hundred percent accurate. I headed for the showers and Araline followed shortly after. After taking a short and refreshing shower ( in different showers of course, I’m not a pervert like Conner), we walked out of the swimming pool and headed towards the crowded parking lot. It took me a while to find my parents among the midst of the sea cars.

“See you next week, alright?” Araline said as she departed for her car.

I plopped into my own car and my parents started driving home, the sky turned to a dark color, with hints of red. That’s weird, it normally doesn’t rain much or in our city. The car skirted to a stop as we pulled up to the driveway. I closed the car door and went into the house. I was instantly blasted with the warmth of our house. My parents were right behind me and were carrying groceries.

“I saw you with that girl again Natou,” my mom says as she sets down her bag of potatoes. Oh yeah, I forgot to say that my name was Natou, which is really weird and my parents probably thought it was one giant joke.

Pretending that I did not hear her I turned around to hide my blush. Every time I make any contact with a girl my mom would do that. I quickly climb up the stairs and proceeded down the long hallway and into my room. I turned on my pc and started to load up an MMORPG (For your information, it is sort of an open world RPG, and RPGs are role playing games). I called up my best friend Conner and asked if he wanted to play with me.

“Bro you wan’t to play some some games right now?” I asked with a sigh.

“Sure, just make sure that you don’t take all my loot this time, Natou.” He said with a laugh from over the phone.

Conner was a nice white guy, although he reads and talks a bit too much. He mostly reads wilderness survival books, since he and his dad go backpacking and camping all the time. They would leave for a week then come back looking like cave men who just discovered fire for the first time. I met him in 6th grade, when he accidentally tripped and spilled his orange juice all over the popular girls, absolutely drenching them from head to toe. Being the pervert he his, he purposefully wiped the girls with towels and it became awkward once he came and sat next to me. Bored to death, we started chatting and discussing video games to pass the time. Soon, he gradually became my best friend.

“Hey Natou, something weird is happening at place. The sky’s turning all dark and red.” Connor said through phone once we finished the game.

“The same thing is going on on my end as well. Thats strange, we live pretty far apart.” I stated. Conner and I lived far apart, seeing as his parents are divorced, he has to go back and forth between living with his dad and his mom. Right now he was living with his dad who is significantly further away than his mom.

Suddenly, I was flung to my side as the floor shook and the phone flew right out of my hands. Getting in a crawling position, I sat up and groaned. The furniture in room were all completely broken as they smashed into the wall. My ears were ringing as I steadied myself and got up. I quickly went to pick up the phone and Connor was practically shouting from a feet away.

“Go get your survival bag Natou,” Connor instructed, “I told you to always have it ready! I’m already leaving the my city and heading towards you. Be ready so that I can pick your family up.” Being the survivalist he is, he always lectured me on the importance of survival supplies. He helped me pack all the thing I could possibly need in the wild.

I could hear Conner shuffling around over the phone as I crawled out of my room and made a beeline for the hallway cabinets. I pulled out the survival bag and put on the thick baggy clothes, a sweater, and also a full suitcase of rations. At this point you may think I’m over doing it, but one time Conner and his dad were stranded in an isolated hiking trip, and the only reason they survived was because of the insane amount of rations they brought with them. They had to live off of dried and canned foods for a whole month before someone found them.

“Hey Eason, are you still there?” Conner said from the other side of the phone, “You need to make sure you have tools to survive in case you get stranded”

I grimaced at the thought of dying, before returning to the task at hand. I slowly and carefully climbed down the long staircase and grabbed a club from my dad’s golf bag. My dad used to play a lot of golf, but now he doesn’t since its gotten so cold. I used the club like a walking stick and went outside the door, and what I saw made me gasp in fear.

[way-veee]

yān yǔ

 rating: m

genre: romance, fluff, comedy, wayv being absolute crackheads

word count: 1.5k +

pairing: reader x wayv

pt. 5

 “just fly with us, pleeeease  it’ll just be us and a few bodyguards. our flight is as lowkey as possible. nobody will notice.” xiaojun pleads as you guys exit customs at the airport.

“no, i have to be on the plane with the managers and crew. they’ll know if i’m missing.”

“then tell them you have stuff to do.” xiaojun says pleading into your eyes.

“say you have to visit family outside of bejiing but you’ll be there just in time for our first interview. they don’t have a formal contract with you so they can’t force you to fly with them.”

you look at all them. it was slightly alarming that they already had a cover story planned for something like this happening, but they also really wanted you to fly with them because they liked your company. it warmed your heart a little bit.

“okay.” you say defeated. “i’ll do it.”

the boys jump up in joy from their waiting seats on the terminal. “y/n’s on our plaaane! y/n’s on our plaaane!” yangyang yells.

you board the flight after sending the managers a message full of lies that their own idol group had crafted.

you quickly sit in a chair closeish to wayv while still giving them space to relax.

before they sit they sit down they run their hands across the pockets on the seats and curves of the wall before sitting. you give a questioning look that winwin noticed.

“sasaengs get creative.” he says matter of factly.

you get comfortable for the short flight, talking to kun about your archaeology courses with henderey chirping in every five seconds going “oh ya me too.” even though you know he only went to a performing arts high school.

you look over at the boys in the seats closer to the wall. lucas was trying to eat tens hair for absolutely no reason and ten was for some reason enjoying it, yangyang and xiaojun already had a full nintendo switch console out and were playing mario kart with winwin watching very focused from the seat behind. all seemed right with the world.

this continued on for around an hour and a half with lucas almost vomiting from a hairball.

then, all of a sudden, the light for seat belts turns on. and ten minutes later the speaker system goes on.

“because of harsh weather conditions we’ll have to land folks. sorry for the inconvenience.”

the p.a voice shuts off of the system an all chaos breaks loose. 

“we’re still hours from bejiing,” winwin frowns while visibly stressed.

“the other plane had to land 30 minutes ago, they can’t get to us.” kun says looking at the phone messages he missed while sleeping. “they said that they booked us a hotel nearby and that a driver will be waiting to take us there when we land.”

the others boys looked relieved while you were terrified. 

“what about me?” you say not trying to yell on the landing plane. 

“they don’t know i’m with you guys, they think im in the shenyang countryside!” 

the realization of the situation hits their faces all at once as your stomach churns with fear. 

“they can’t know i’m here. they’ll fire me if they do...” you look up at the boys.

“its okay y/n,” ten says trying to calm you down. “you can just book another hotel room for the night. 

“there’s only one hotel where we are, and guess who got the last room.” you look up at kun who finished reading the message that the managers sent him.

you put your head in your hands.

“no motels, shelters?” xiaojun asks.

kun shakes his head slowly trying not to freak you out more. “we’re too far away from the city for such things.

were you homeless for a night? was that what you have become?

the boys look at each other with knowing looks. 

“you can stay with us,” kun says while putting a supportive hand on your shaking arm.

“really?” 

“of course, we couldn’t let you suffer. insurance.” he smiles down at you and you can’t help but smile back.

you board the plane feeling relieved yet scared. after you all left customs wayv looked around for the driver. 

after more text message reading kun determined that the driver is held up by the storm and can no longer make it. 

instead the body guards had to use google maps and walk to the hotel that wayv is staying at.

you all walk in the cold rain for what seems like hours. trekking on long dirt roads in the dead of night.  you feel the cold seep into your bones and cut your skin. you shake unbearably in the cold and stormy night.

the boys didn't fair a much better fate. none of you had brought any cold or rain gear because you expected to be in bejiing right now.

when you got to the small hotel thirty minutes later you couldn’t feel your toes, or your face, or your hands.

“y/n are you okay?” one of them calls, but you barely don’t hear them.

“y/n?” lucas says stopping you.

“yeah?” you reply through chattering teeth.

“we just wanted to check to see if you were okay.” he says really worried

“oh yeah” you reply pretending to look warm. “i’m great!” you muster a fake smile as you guys enter their room. you were expecting to see a nicely furnished room with three beds, a pull out couch and floor space.

you were sadly disappointed.

there were two queen sized beds, with no pull out couch or chair for you to sleep on. it was also no warmer in here than outside. there was a power outage as soon as the storm knocked over the only cell tower for miles.

you couldn’t focus much on anything when you entered the room. you were so tired and cold, you had to sleep.

“i think, that i-i’m gonna go to bbed now.” you say to the members. 

“where would that be?” “

you can take that bed.” ten says, pointing to the one on the left. 

if you had a whole bed to yourself where would the boys sleep? the bed was barely enough for four people and they were gonna fit seven?

“yyou all can’t sleep in one bed?” you question.

“its fine, we’ll take turns” kun says while caringly guiding you to the bed.

you try to protest, but the second your body hits the mattress you go into a well needed and deep sleep.

“what are we gonna do?” ten asks.

“take turns like we said.” winwin says, trying not to look as cold as he feels.

“we should see how many people we can fit on one bed, the floor’s too cold to sleep on and we need a lot of body warmth until the power comes back on.”

the boys agree with their leader and figure out that they can tightly fit five members on the bed.

“okay, that’s good.” yangyang says assuredly. “then two people can take turns standing and waiting,” the boys hesitantly agree.

“guys,” henderey says looking at your shaking body. “i think she’s too cold. she might have hypothermia.”

they look at you shaking on top of the covers, with pale skin, blue lips and wet clothes.

“no, she’s okay. tomorrow we’ll get her to a hospital-” winwin says

“no.” henderey says feeling your rasping pulse. “she’s really bad, we need to do something now.”

“well what do you suggest?” xiaojun says somewhat annoyingly, “we take off her clothes? we conserve body heat?”

“well we can’t leave her!” kun whisper yells. “what kind of people would we be if we left her.”

they all stare at each other in silence.

“the two of us that can’t sleep on our bed should sleep beside her.” ten says.

the boys immediately protest.

“hey!” he yells trying to get them under control.

“she’ll freeze if she doesn’t have a heat source, and we know that the rotating system won’t work. this is the best way.”

they look around, 

“sh-should we ask her?” yangyang says somewhat hesitant looking over at your listless body.

“ i don’t think she’s waking up anytime soon.” hendery states, still inspecting your body, lifting up your arm, and then watching it fall back onto the bed.

“don’t worry i’m sure that when she wakes up she’ll be glad she isn’t dead and not as concerned on why you’re there.” ten says to the members.

after a bit more persuasion and time spent out in the cold apartment the boys agree.

lucas agrees to sleep in your bed because being the biggest and most warm blooded out of all of them, it was the right choice.

 then henderey volunteered himself but they thought he was too interested in your listless body. 

so in the end they chose yangyang, just because they felt like he was the man for the job, and also because he didn’t touch his nose fast enough.

“should we take off her clothes?” lucas suggests, unable to take his eyes off of your shaking body.

“what’re you crazy!” winwin says, slapping lucas on the back of his head.

“not all of her clothes idiot. but the more damp layers she has on the colder she’ll be.” 

“lucas is right,” xiaojun says while ringing out his wet hair. “the less the better.”

lucas shakes slightly while removing your outer layer of clothing. it felt wrong for him to do this, but he knew he had too. 

after your shoes, socks, hat and coat were removed, he took off your wet sweater and pants and left you in a baggy t-shirt with your undergarments.

his face was so red as he hung your clothes out to dry for the morning. the boys also felt embarrassed looking at your long legs and body.

they had thought of you as a reporter and sack wearer. it wasn’t until that day at the ramen shop that any of their minds started to wander. and now seeing you, they realized they were all attracted to you. because you were really pretty.

“that’s enough with that,” lucas says while wiping his hands on his legs. “guys?” he says snapping them out of their trance of looking at you. he covers you up and sees your body immediately relax. 

“good she’s already doing better.” kun says relieved. “now get to bed guys! it’s like three a.m and we have another flight tomorrow.

the boys grumble and slowly undress ready for one of the most crammed and awkward sleeps of their whole lives.

the whole time this was happening, yangyang was plastered to the door, unable to get close to you.

“come on yangyang!” lucas says in a somewhat annoying voice.

“you’ve slept with girls, this shouldn't embarrass you at all.”

“and somehow it does,” he replies weakly smiling while taking his wet shirt off.

“okay guys keep it civil,” henderey says while getting into the bed.

“jheeze henderey what do you think of us?” lucas says putting a hand to his heart in fake sadness.

“not much.” henderey says sticking his tongue out.

“be quiet!” winwin snaps.

and like that five boys on a queen sized bed fell asleep from their tiring day.

lucas and yangyang did not.

“do i just get in?” yangyang asks lucas.

“how should i know!” he whisper yells back. “i’ve never done this before!”

“but remember that one time when you told me that you hooked up-”

“hey!” lucas snaps cutting yangyang off.

“that was a little different than this.”

yangyang agrees.

“so, i say we do the sandwich technique. one on each side so she has warmth from both and we dont have to spoon each other.”

yangyang agrees instantly, looking over at the boys. 

xiaojun was literally the smallest spoon out of five boys facing the same direction. yangyang shudders at the thought.

then the two shirtless and pantless idols climbed into bed with you, of course with a respectable distance. they were both almost falling off the bed but didnt want to touch you without consent.

they were also both slightly attracted to you and seeing you in such a revealing state was a bit too much to handle.

they were both breathing heavily, trying to fall asleep beside a gorgeous reporter girl that they hated, then became friends with, then almost let freeze to death. it was a lot.

then, you backup. you were sleeping, but shifted your body back. you had no idea you had shifted yourself into yangyang's crotch. “aargh!” he moans as your soft butt brushes up against a certain something.

lucas chuckles deeply as yangyang almost falls off the bed. 

“man up yangyang,” lucas chuckles from the other side of the bed.

“you’re not the one being groped by a pretty and unconscious girl!”

lucas laughs again, “ i knew it, you think she’s pretty!”

“i do have eyes,” he says quietly. 

lucas only smiles silently agreeing before falling asleep.

yangyang falls asleep soon after, after deliberately pushing you away from him.

the sunlight streams into the hotel room. no one wakes yet. you feel so nice and warm with lucas wrapped around you. he was spooning you in your deep sleep and it made you feel so warm, your body forgot what cold was entirely.

 his arms wrapped you in a big hug, his hands resting just above your hip bones keeping you firmly planted to him.

your arms were wrapped around his, savoring the comfort and warmth that came from his cuddles. 

you two had yet to find out that you were both cuddly sleepers, and immediately gravitated to each other in the coldness of the night. how lucas moved over hendery was a mystery, but it nonetheless happened.

yangyang wakes up to a butt pressed against his dick. but it was in fact lucas’s butt, which made for a much more unpleasant wake up and shower. 

when he got out of the shower you two were still like that but all the other boys had woken and were watching the two of you with open mouths.

“i don’t believe it!” winwin says angrily. “he even gets girls in his sleep! im done, im leaving im moving away.”

the boys chuckle but don’t do much. a little groan sneaks out of lucas’s lips as he starts to wake up shifting around, moving his hands across your belly. you start to do the same.

as you wake up you feel so calm and protected, you move around and hear groans behind you.

you then feel lucas’s large arms wrapped around your chest, his big hands planted firmly on your hip bones. 

you gasp.

“hi!!” lucas says smiling a cheeky smile.

you sit up, remembering what happened last night. you look around at the boys. they were all looking at you. 

“y/n,” yangyang starts. “we can explain, it was because you looked very cold and we didn’t want you to die and-” you turn over to face yangyang resting your hands on lucas’s stomach.

“no, i understand.” you say smiling at the flustered boy. “thank you,” you add, turning back. 

“thank you all. you did what i would’ve done and probably saved me, even though you did get me into this mess.

“yeah, we’re sorry about that.” kun says.

you glance over at lucas laying flat out on the bed. he wiggles his eyebrows at you so you throw a pillow at his head. 

you hadn’t realized that the other boys  faces grew redder than they already were.

you stand up, still only in a shirt and underwear. you didn’t care. they definitely saw you in it last night. the thought made you blush quite a lot. so you rush into the bathroom. “i’m gonna take a shower.” you tell the boys, looking back while holding the doorpost smiling. 

“if one of you would bring me my clothes that would be greatly appreciated.”

you then disappear into the bathroom and the boys all look at lucas.

“whaat?” he says putting his hands up in fake confusion smiling like an idiot the whole time.

the boys just shake their heads at him, then tackle him asking him nonstop questions.

“what was it like?” winwin yells while atop lucas.

“aaah!”

you guys had very little trouble after that. you’re other flight came on time and the pilot on spoke to the passengers at the beginning and end of the flight.

you felt sudden relief as you stepped out onto the terminal in bejiing. you got to wayv’s headquarters. you were so shocked that the driver had to tap you on the shoulder to make you exit the car.

it made the place in osaka look like a house. when you walked in you saw wayv’s face plastered on various posters and signs. there were sm vending machines and wayv cupcakes. this was insane.

you forgot that amidst all of your jokes and sleeping in the same bed as wayv. they were still international celebrities with hundreds of thousands of fans.

the thought sobered you and made you remember that you weren’t anything more to them than a reporter, and you had better do more reporting.

“y/n?” ten says, ushering you further inside the building.

you nod and walk through the white hallways.

“we were gonna get lunch at this noodle place by here. wanna come?”

“ oh i better not i-” you were cut off by xiaojun running down the hall so fast that his feet kept falling out from under him. then you saw yangyang run after him with a t shirt in his hands yelling in chinese.

ten just laughs like it was normal behavior.

“what? why is there blood on the ground? was one of them bleeding?” you swear it wasn’t there before you saw the boys run by.

“they take borrowing their clothes very seriously.”

you laughed. “okay i’ll come. but just to make sure that they get the proper medical attention that they need.”

ten agreed by nodding his head.

 both of you seriously doubted that they knew they were bleeding. 

part 6

[headoverjojo]

Yo! Can I ask for some body swap with Fem S/O hi-jinks with bruno's gang? I need some fun in these trying times; these new episodes are tearing me apart ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

Hi sweetie! A H this comes WAY too late, I’M SORRY ç.ç I just hope that what I’ve written may help to make amend for this terrible delay!! And I sincerely hope you may like it :,)

Body swap for Bruno’s gang with their s/o

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno just can’t believe it: it happened again! After all the Chariot Requiem mess, when his soul had been switched with Doppio/Diavolo’s, he’s here again, not in his body but in his s/o’s one. At least, he’s not in a body he hated so much… still, they can’t leave things as they were: they had to fight and to go back to their own body!

It wasn’t easy, however. The target seemed to be disappeared and, well… they had to stay in each other’s body until they found him. His s/o’, however, didn’t seem to be so worried; she was sure they would have found that bastard with a clowny stand, but why don’t enjoy it while they were searching for them? While Bruno was trying to be as discreet as possible, his s/o was having the time of her life. She had seen so many times her boyfriend gulping down his rage and indignation to favor diplomacy when the other part didn’t need it; it was time to show that no one had to mess with Bruno Bucciarati!

Bruno was so damn worried for it. She couldn’t do it, she could put herself -in his body- in danger, to damage delicate relationships he was establishing with various gang leaders! He wanted to cry when, when she had to met one of them, the most rebellious one, instead of faking a small smile as he always did, she pronounced a bold and loud “I’m tired of your bullshits, so fuck you.”. It was the end!! He had, however, to eat it all back, when the gang leader, after a solid couple of seconds of sheer stupor, just bursted in a loud laugh, exclaiming that finally he was seeing some fire in him! Bruno just couldn’t believe it. She had done way more in five minutes than him in a month, with that gang leader!

When they finally switched back to their bodies -not before having beaten the asshole and their clowny stand as they deserved-, Bruno was definitely another man. He had learned so much from the experience! He now knew more about his girlfriend’s body and how it worked… and he had learned that sometimes it was good to show a less diplomatic attitude, to obtain something!

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio wasn’t conscious when the whole switching mess happened, as he was still recovering from the almost fatal blow he had taken in Sardinia. So, when, while he and his s/o were fighting against a member of an enemy gang, he almost freaked out when he suddenly opened his eyes in his s/o’s body. Even if his training kicked back in few seconds, it was enough for their target to escape, leaving them in each other’s body.

It was a nightmare. He had problems to take proper care of his own body -he seemed perfectly healthy, but everyone knew he had a deep lack of sleep and a severe anxiety-, he didn’t want to ruin his s/o’s one! However, she reassured him as much as she could: they would have made it! They just had to find the target and to make them switch their souls back to their original body. It wasn’t difficult! And, meanwhile, they would have taken care of the other’s body; she wanted to really give her boyfriend’s tired body a blast!

Even if he protested -and for everyone was so weird to see her, usually so quiet and calm, talking in Abbacchio’s harsh way-, she was irremovable: his body was screaming for more sleep and she would have given it what it wanted. She, basically, put his body in a needed rest, while Abbacchio, in her energetic and vital body, was feeling… was feeling like he was just reborn. He hadn’t had so many energies since centuries! He felt like he could lift mountains! And, when his body was finally rested and ready, they had been unstoppable. Now that his body too was at 100%, they were a terrifying fighting duo!

When they were finally back to their body, Abbacchio noticed that he was still feeling full of energies. She had took proper care of his body, letting it rest, listening to its needs; it’s something he had to learn too, as he always pushed and pushed his body to its limit and beyond, making more damages than goods. In the end, other than the awareness that being small isn’t so bad -you’re nearer to certain hitting areas, all in all-, he learned that he really needed to take more care of his body. He couldn’t let his s/o’s work on it get wasted!

Guido Mista

Mista has already experienced how it is to be in a girl’s body, so, when it happened again, he just let out a heavy sigh and a “Oh, again, fantastic!”, but, at least, now it’s his s/o’s body, so he’s less embarrassed and he knows that she wasn’t going to insult his body, as Trish did! The switch, however, distracted them enough to allow the enemy to escape; now they had to deal with it until they would have found them again and reversed their stand power!

Until then, however, they both wanted to take the most they could from the experience. His s/o followed Giorno in his meetings, impersonating Mista, and she understood how important his work was when she almost got a bullet while protecting Giorno, when the Don’s car was assaulted by some members of an enemy gang; Mista too understood that his s/o’s life wasn’t so easy when he found himself being mocked by his s/o’s colleagues. While she was always diplomatic and just gulped down the many “fuck you”s she would have liked to tell them, Mista wasn’t like this; if he had to say it to someone, he said it without qualms. And he did so, surprising everyone so much that no one came near him to whisper some other malignity for the rest of the day. A cold and murderous glare, at the end of the day, was enough to make them shiver and to make sure they wouldn’t ever whisper bad things to her ever again.

Even with all the possible difficulties, it also had some positive aspects. They were understanding better each other and it was comical to see the other trying to adjust to the other’s body! His s/o almost choked in laughters when Mista tried to walk on their heeled shoes -it was disastrous, he seemed a drunk flamingo- and Mista pouted when she complained about his top-crop sweaters; what was the meaning of that?! She was too hot on her neck and arms and her belly was cold, how could he endure it?! He just scoffed, it all made even more comical, as he was scoffing with her face, and declared that it was fashion, baby, fashion required sacrifices! However, his s/o found a good use to the belly window when she noticed that the area was extremely sensitive; perfect for raspberries and being tickled…

When they finally switched back to their right bodies, they were relieved, of course, but also, all in all, happy about the experience. They had learned a lot more about each other, about their life, about what happened when the other wasn’t here; plus, Mista’s only day at her office radically changed how her colleagues treated her, and she was so grateful for this. Even with all the various inconveniences, in the end it had been a positive experience! And it had ended in the best way, so even better!

Narancia Ghirga

When the first switching mess happened, he switched with Giorno. It had been already weird and uncomfortable being thrown in another boy’s body, but in a girl’s one was even worse! He reacted a bit like Mista when it happened to him and Trish, with embarrassment and shyness, but soon enough he was back to business: the mission had the priority! It was too late, however; the target, that damn clown, had already escaped!

The first hours had been a tragedy. He didn’t know how to move, what to do… he didn’t want to embarrass her! He relaxed a bit just when she said him that it was all fine, with a kiss -and it was so strange to feel his own lips in that way, were they always so chapped?- and a smile. It would have gone all well! However, they had to keep up a façade and go on with their usual life and missions. As they weren’t always assigned to the same mission, sometimes they had to split up, and it happened that time too; G/N, in Narancia’s body, had to follow Bucciarati on an important mission -and, now, she realized for real how dangerous those missions were; she had seen him coming back scratched, bruised, but now she was realizing that those were just what Giorno couldn’t entirely repair with his Gold Experience- and her love -and worry- for him spiked up. She never knew he was always so near to death or, at least, to lose a limb…

On the other hand, Narancia came in contact with his s/o’s life from another perspective. He knew that university was difficult and hard, he had seen -and helped- her studying even to late night, but he never imagined it was so hard! He tried his best to keep a low profile, not to be noticed, but he lost his temper when he saw a whole row “booked” by one student, leaving a lot of students without a seat. Narancia couldn’t stand this kind of stupid injustice; it didn’t take long to group students against this asshole and, in few, glorious minutes, to win the seats. For a day, he was the class hero! Or, better, his s/o was the class hero!

When they switched back, Narancia sincerely forgot to warn her about her sudden notoriety. She was so surprised when, back to university, she was welcomed like a hero. What the hell happened?! When she came to know it, she could just huff a laugh. Of course… Narancia couldn’t stand an injustice when he saw one. Well, all in all it was good… now her life was a bit easier! And, when she saw him, she covered him in cuddles and kisses that made him chuckle and blush in happiness; what did he do to deserve so much affection? She just smiled, kissing him once more, saying that she was just happy that he was here, healthy and happy, with her; she couldn’t desire more!

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo didn’t experiment the switch, as, when it happened, he wasn’t with the group but working in the backstage to bring as many Passione members as he could to Giorno and Bucciarati’s side, to smooth out Giorno’s path to the Don role. So, when it happened, he panicked so bad that Purple Haze slipped out, out of control, and its dangerousness, plus the little time Fugo needed to successfully call it back, allowed the target to escape, leaving them in the wrong body.

Before Fugo could start to worry himself sick on this, his s/o took the situation in her hands, first of all calming Fugo down. She knew how much he hated sudden changes and, well… that one was an enormous change, even if just temporary. She asked him to stay calm and to stay with her, not to let panic take him far from her; they needed to work together, as a team, to resolve this. And, together, they would have made it! Meanwhile, they needed to impersonate each other, not to rise any suspect in who hadn’t to know it. For Fugo wasn’t easy; he had been as far as he could from any university since that terrible story of abuses and entering it again, even if in his s/o’s body, hadn’t been easy. He was skittish and silent, so different from how she usually was! Seeing how much her friends were genuinely worrying made him realize that, for her, university wasn’t a bad and toxic environment. She had people who cared about her, she was studying something she was liking… in the end, he was so relieved and happy to know it, that he managed to overcome his panic and disgust and, for the first time in years, maybe in all his life, to enjoy a university class. Maybe it wasn’t so bad…

Meanwhile, his s/o had to deal with his life as Consigliere of the Don. She knew it was hard and stressing, but to this extent? Absolutely not. Now she could painfully understand why he was always so tired and exhausted when he came home… and she was so angry to see how Fugo was, even if not aloud, mocked. Mocked for his anger issues, for his crazy stand, for his apparent act of “cowardice” when he left the group, when everyone knew that it was thanks to him if Giorno already had allies when he approached the position of Don… she couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t stay silent and let her boyfriend be mocked like this! She really didn’t know how could he endure it all without snapping… but she wasn’t Fugo. She didn’t snapped -otherwise, everyone would have noticed he wasn’t Fugo, due to Purple Haze’s absence-, but did she speak her mind? Oh, she did. She called everyone out of their bullshit in a calm tone, like she was talking to bratty children; she knew that this was more annoying than any scream. And it worked; it put them all to their place, to her utter satisfaction.

When they finally were back to their right body -and they both made sure that the clown target couldn’t walk for a long time, after it-, both of them could notice some changes in each other’s life. Fugo, when he came back to the council chamber with Giorno, noticed that no one, now, was talking about him or speaking to him with a mocking tone, like it always happened; it was a so incredible change, it was like a breath of fresh air… he knew it was thanks to his s/o. And she? She was so pleasantly surprised when Fugo dropped by her university to share lunch and a class with her, she was so happy to sit at his side in class, to be able to present him to her friends… he had always been as far as he could from her university and in general university life, but now he seemed… he seemed like he had started to heal. Maybe, all in all, that switch hadn’t been so harmful…

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno still remembered with painful clearness that first switch, when Chariot Requiem unleashed that incredible power in order to protect the arrow. He still remembered how he felt to see his body, with Narancia’s soul in it, pierced and torn, how much he felt guilty for it… a cold dread clenched his guts when he opened his eyes in his s/o’s body, a little after the target had disappeared. Oh no, it was happening again for real…

However, he had to put aside all the bad memories and to deal with the current situation. He couldn’t hide in fear to try to avoid another Narancia casualty! He had to go on with his s/o’s life, while they both were searching for that asshole and their ridiculous stand. And so, he took her place at her working place, noticing, with a rising rage, how she was basically ignored. He knew she was quiet and cheerful, that she, usually, didn’t raise her voice, but this was not acceptable. She always had good and intelligent ideas, she deserved to be listened! And, so, he threw aside his original plan -to go unnoticed as much as he could- to step forward and act. He used his experience as Don to talk with firmness yet diplomacy, earning everyone’s attention; he exposed his s/o’s ideas, meeting everyone’s approval and surprise. He was feeling… well. He was doing something good and useful for his s/o. She was so smart and creative, it was a shame to leave her behind! Her voice deserved to be listened and he was happy to help her, at least for a little, to shine as she deserved!

On the other hand, she was trying her best to handle Giorno’s work as Don. It was more complex than what she thought! It wasn’t just paperwork, but also meetings, delicate alliances, he had to keep together an organization so big… after just few hours, she was beyond stressed! How could Giorno bear this all? Her admiration for him increased, as now she could understand him way better than before. She also understood how dangerous his job was when Mista quickly took her down, saving her, in fact, from some bullets shot from afar. This made her realize for real how near she had always been to lose him every day; it really gave her another perspective on his job and the risks linked to it.

When they managed to find the enemy and to force them to switch their souls back to their right place, no one was the same as before. When she came back to work, she found out that everyone, now, actually acknowledge her existence, they listened to her! And she knew she had to thank Giorno for it. And, now that she knew how Giorno’s life was for real, when he came home, she didn’t hesitate to hug him tightly, to kiss him and make him feel loved. She cherished, now, every moment, knowing how risky his life was, and she was so thankful to have him at home, safe and sound… it helped them both to be more aware of the other’s life!

[snowflakewing]

Meet you there

So here it is Im nervous as hell to post this cause its the first time I write anything at all but guess its one of the side effects of this quarantine heh .  I may add or change things I don’t know but felt encouraged yesterday to post it so here it is 

Added Cassandra from the Tangled series cause I love her lots and she doesn’t get enough love 

Something else to add , english is not my first language 

“How can you say something like that? of course she is your daughter ! “ at the distance Elsa was hearing the yelling and sounds of things breaking , it was something she had started to get used too , the little toddler hug her knees closer to her chest eyes closed trying to disappear but the sounds of her sister on the crib beside her caught her attention

Slowly she forced herself to crawl out of the bed and between the bars reach for her little sister “It’s ok Anna … ” she said with the softest voice not knowing the storm heading their way that would shake up her world

Iduna rush up the stairs shaking badly , the bruise adorning her face showing it was time to leave she was fighting a lost battle and wouldn’t risk her husband warth reach Elsa , quickly she grab a bag she had ready under the bed , put on her bravest face and went to his daughter’s room carrying Elsa and whispering to be quiet

That night was the last time Elsa saw her sister and father

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Elsa cheer at the top of her lungs watching the basketball game in front of her , she wasn’t the sports kind but she had promised Rapunzel and Cassandra she would be here . She smiled big at the sound of the whistle ending the game with the victory of their team

Cass look smug as she approach her friend making the ball spin on her finger “Don’t look so surprised Els “ She said being a little show off and Elsa just chuckled “Im just surprised you weren’t kicked out after the push you gave that poor girl” she said and then smiled at Raps walking over “Thanks for coming Elsa will you join us to celebrate ?”

Elsa was about to decline but then again she had finished most of her homework and lately with all the workload and a part time job she hadn’t spend much time with them “Sure lets go “

She couldn’t help the sigh of relief when their place of celebration was an Ice cream place and try not to look amused at Rapunzel antics ,they were on college yet she was the same free spirit she’d known as a child

They chat freely enjoying each other company , it was odd to see them apart on high school but now that they were on college and each choose different careers it was harder to have this moments so Elsa embraced them

“Sooo little nerd had you thought about what master degree you gonna apply “ Cass asked her and Elsa just raised an eyebrow “With all the dates you have to learn in your history classes you have no right to even call me nerd” she huffed drinking from her milkshake

Their banter was interrupted by their waitress coming over to tell them her shift was ending “Fear not ,you will be in the good hands of my partner here “ she said pointing to a beautiful redhead that took Elsa breath away , instantly caught on her gorgeous teal eyes before moving to the rest of her face catching each freckle adorning her cheeks and nose . She didn’t even hear the rest of what they were saying too absorbed in admiring the redhead till she felt Raps nudge her with her foot and she quickly look out the window to avoid any other embarrassing moment .

Thankfully Cassandra and Rapunzel didn’t say anything , perhaps they didn’t notice , but oh boy she spoke too soon “You at least left her a good tip after how much you were ogling her ?” Cass teased and Elsa groaned wanting the earth to open in that moment “Please don’t “

“Hey no judging she was cute , but maybe on the young side you Wolf “ she said grinning big while Rapunzel was trying not to laugh at her . Finally it was time to part ways and the dark haired girl gave them both a bear hug before climbing her bike

“Heh come on lets get you home” Rapunzel said in a gentle tone to the blonde who was red as a tomato “Wasn’t staring … on purpose” she grumbled on the car making her companion laugh “Elsa sometimes I wonder why you build a wall around yourself like that” she said in a gentle tone  “You are allowed to feel things you know”

The blonde was quiet and look out the window “I know “ she said calm but there was a reason she didn’t , not even her best friend knew it ,and honestly she wasn’t planing on let her know . Once they were parked outside her home she thanked her friend and got inside looking around her face softened finding her mom in the couch with a blanket “Hey mom sorry I took longer “ she said in a gentle tone kissing her forehead but Iduna just wave a hand at her “Its ok dear my nurse had just left don’t worry”

That was a imposible ask considering her mother health but she wasn’t going to argue instead she helped her get comfier and join her watching the tv , strange thing was that she couldn’t really focus on the screen instead her thoughts went back to the redhead wondering why she caught her attention so hard . She should had focused more and at least try to catch her name ‘ Don’t be ridiculous Elsa whats the use , you probably won’t see her ever again so whats the point ?’

—————

Destiny had a funny way to mess up with you through and the next day at school she found herself at the floor with said redhead on top of her papers flying around them “Oh my gosh Im sorry! Im so sorry ! I was in a rush , woke up late , then couldn’t catch the bus “ the redhead was talking so fast Elsa couldn’t even make out , plus she was very much distracted with her still on top of her “Can I get up?”  she managed to saw snapping the girl out of her hyper verbal moment

“Oh right!” she got up fast and help the blondie up “like I said Im really sorry you aren’t hurt right?” she asked and Elsa just shake her head helping her pick up the papers scattered around  to have something to do and not start staring again ‘Get a grip Elsa you acting like an hormonal teen ’ she told herself and gave the girl the papers  “Heh thank you “ the redhead murmured and was about to ask for the blonde name but as fast as she appeared she left “Nicely done Anna” she groaned feeling like a fool ,a quick look at her phone made her realize she was very late “And the day just gets better”

Anna storm into her classroom , in her mind she planned to sneak in quietly but when did things went according to plan ? sighing she found a spot beside Kristoff and sat down hiding behind a book trying to ignore Mr Weselton judging eyes , yup the day was off to a great start she thought bitterly

Once the class was done Kristoff look over “Hey you coming to the party this weekend ?” he asked with a big smile looking forward to it “…Party?” she asked blinking a few times “Oh right Fitzherbert’s birthday , ugh are you sure we won’t be out of place he is older and you got invited cause you both are on the football team “ she murmured feeling she made a fool of herself enough for this week but then Kristoff attacked with his secret weapon and gave her the biggest puppy eyes

“Fine , I’ll be there”

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Elsa face couldn’t help but soften at the sight of Rapunzel and Cassandra helping decorate the house . They had chosen to do it at Raps house since well the place was huge and they had a feeling Eugene went crazy inviting everyone

She play around the computer preparing the music playlist for it glad she could enjoy some time with just them before the place was flooded with people once done she put down her glasses not wanting to lose them later she couldn’t afford others , as the time for guest to arrive approach she play a little with her braid social gatherings put her nervous

When the guests arrived she couldn’t be more thankful of Cass helping her avoid any awkward moments with people she didn’t knew ,but also it was unfair for her so she convinced her to go and have a good time , she escaped to the yard that had less people , bless the cold air , she was prepared for it , she had a naby blue turtleneck sweater and a white scarf so the cold wasn’t really bothering her

A freckled face caught her attention through and she couldn’t help to smile ‘ oh well who knew’ she thought to herself as she saw her with a group of younger students . She stare wondering why this girl had her so fascinated , maybe it was the drink she had ,or maybe she had just gone crazy but something made her approach the girl the moment she was alone and do a leap of faith

“Im starting to think you are stalking me” she said with a calm voice making the girl jump and stain her shirt with the punch she was trying to serve herself “Oh my god Im so sorry I didn’t mean to” Elsa said fast feeling bad and was about to turn around and disappear but then the most adorable laugh caught her ears “Oh don’t worry this would had happen sooner or later with how clumsy I am” she said giving her a smile that melt her worries away

“And about what you said , I was at work the first time I saw you , the second time I was going to my class , now you approach me …. are we sure you aren’t the one stalking me?”Anna asked with a side smile making Elsa gap like a fish outside the water making Anna giggle

“Im Anna ” she said smiling big

“Elsa” the blonde replied happy to finally have a name , maybe this party wasn’t a bad idea at all

[kismetcanwriteme]

Of Comets and Comfortable Silence

In which Clarke is stubborn and Lexa isn't always patient with her.

or au in which a comet causes the soulmate tattoo trope. Ever seen Night of the Comet? It’s like that but not as scary.

Also on ao3  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20253967/chapters/48004738

Chapter 1/5

When the comet passed, it was all over the news. They said it was going to be the closest comet to pass the earth in over a century and the media promised a light show of epic proportions. Immediately, social media started blowing up. “Influencers” started live-streaming about it. #Arkadiascomet was trending. There was a star Snapchat filter. Pinterest exploded with space themed party ideas, and, of course, scientists were thrilled with the possibilities this flying hunk of burning rock had in store.

Raven, in particular wouldn't shut up about it, “Just think! Imagine what we could do with material from an unidentified star cluster. Clarke! If I can get my hands on a piece, imagine the reactions I could get” reactions. Sure. Reactions. read BOOM.

From the other end, Octavia was never one to miss a party opportunity and had suckered Clarke into buying the necessary glow sticks and the unsurprisingly uncharged star decorations.

And of course, Octavia had to invite Lexa. Goody. To say Clarke and Lexa weren’t friends was putting it mildly. The teacher frankly made Clarke want to tear her hair out (or tear Lexa to shreds, either way.) And it wasn’t like Clarke could escape her either, not since college when they all met and formed their little motley crew. Lexa was Lincoln's sister. Lincoln was Octavia’s boyfriend. Octavia seemed incapable of doing anything without her boyfriend. Lincoln loved his sister. Clarke was in hell. End of story.

 Everything was an issue with them. Lexa always had criticism ready for anything Clarke said or did, and Clarke always had a barb aimed at Lexa’s entire existence

From where to eat. “Clarke there isn’t anything on this menu that won’t destroy your heart. We are not eating here.” “Well it's a good thing you don't have a heart to destroy then isn’t it, Lexa.”

The touchy subject of punctuality. “Have you ever been on time for anything in your life?” “Have you ever started a conversation like a normal human? Maybe a hi or even a good morning?” “It would still be morning if you had been on time.”

The touchier subject of Clarke's choice in partners. “He cheated on you! Why is he still coming to the star barbecue?” “Because he’s still Raven's best friend?” “...he hurt you.” “What, do you suddenly care Woods?”

Even board games weren’t safe “Clarke, you can’t steal from the bank” “Not with that attitude” “That’s it, I'm putting you in jail” “That’s not in the rules!” “Neither is a fucking bank heist?!”

Of course, that didn’t account for the weird silent protective streak they had going one. Lexa was always the first to defend Clarke from many unwanted advances from strange men with her sharp words and impressive vocabulary. All in the name of feminism. And as much as Clarke would never admit it, she had put other people in their place more than a few times for speaking too harshly about Lexa's whole ice queen thing. No one was allowed to make fun of her for that. Except Clarke.

They drove their friends up the wall from day one and it was still going strong. Usually Lincoln or Octavia would mediate, and the entire group had learned to separate them by at least two people at the table. Gradually, the other members of their group learned to work around the hurricane that was Clarke and Lexa’s weird harsh protective not-quite friendship.

So it was strange to say the least when Clarke ended up sitting next to her on Octavia’s couch, drinking beer, wearing a galaxy skater dress circa 2010, and watching Night of the Comet (Clarke thought it was appropriate, and Lexa loved the dark humor in it.) As they took in the horror film about people turning to dust when a mysterious comet passed overhead, everyone else was outside where the music and space themed decor was. Clarke just couldn't bring herself to get hyped about it. What was so special about a hunk of rock? Lexa would probably know. Lexa knew everything. But Lexa would also roll her eyes and mumble something about Clarke being an "artist living in her own little world", so Clarke refrained from asking

“Hey! You guys kill each other yet?” Bellamy asked, bouncing in and flopping down by Lexa taking in her dark grey jeans and black sweater. “Lex! You were supposed to dress like something space themed” He pointed to his Space jam tank top and grinned.

Lexa smirked back, took a sip of her beer, and said “The night sky is black, isn't it?”

He laughed good naturedly and said “At least Clarke’s got the idea. Although, I haven't seen that dress since your date with...” he trailed off suggestively and laughed harder when Clarke poked him in the ribs.

“Oh calm down, Clarke. Everyone knows about your disastrous first and last date with Murphy in high school.” Lexa said.

“Doesn't mean I want the whole world to know.” she hissed back "it’s embarrassing.”

“I'll say.” Lexa snickered.

“At least I never tried to convince myself I was straight by taking Bell to winter formal.”

Bellamy gasped as if affronted “Lexa, you used me!? I thought what we had was special!” he wiped away mock tears.

Lexa nodded solemnly and placed a hand on his arm “I’m sorry Bell, the results came back from the lab. Its true... I'm Lebanese”

“NO! Not my good American Lexa! A Lebanese” he picked her up from the couch and spun her around while she shrieked. Even Clarke had to smile at that.”Now come on. let's see if this comet burns us to dust, turns us into zombies, or gives Rae something new to blow up.”

Unsurprisingly, the comet passed and did none of those things The night wore on, everyone drank too much, and then regretted it the next morning. And that was the end of that.

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Except it wasn't.

It didn't start gaining media attention until about a week after the fact, but the rumors had started buzzing the next morning. One of those unexplained epidemics that was far scarier than a zombie apocalypse. It started with couples, old ones who had been together since forever, going into the police, claiming they woke with tattoos that they didn't remember getting. The authorities put it down to dementia. So did doctors. It wasn't until one doctor and his husband of twenty years woke up with matching vine tattoos on their torso and arm respectively, that any research was started. The first thing they realized was that the tattoos weren't ink. Somehow, the skin cells changed color The second thing they realized was that they were not dangerous, at least, not obviously. None of the cells were deteriorating, they were just different. The third thing they realized was that it had started after the comet passed, leaving everyone to wonder what the hell the comet was made of that could cause something like this.

By the end of the week, everyone knew someone who had one, and everyone wanted one. Octavia and Lincoln were the first Clarke had seen. They woke up the next day with white flowers blooming all over their chests.

At first, Clarke assumed it had to do with who you were near when the comet passed over, and at first the scientific community agreed with her, but then she (and they, eventually) realized that couldn't be it, because she and Raven had fallen asleep slumped on the table against each other and nothing happened to them.

It continued like that, and it wasn't stopping. Soon, people who brushed hands on the street, who kissed their significant other would pull away with hands or arms or legs covered in color. Even a certified asshole like Murphy came to Clarke’s apartment two days later freaking out because some girl named Emori left blue geometric shapes all over his shoulder when she handed him his coffee. It wasn't until doctors could pull enough testing groups together that they figured out the correlation (although social media put it together much more quickly): Soul mates or, less romantically, Individuals with optimum attraction levels and high compatibility scores. Not only that, but the affected’ body chemistry changed. Things science couldn't explain, like hormone levels bouncing off the charts, blood types full on changing, genetics mutating. What scientists couldn't tell was whether or not new humans, those who were not alive at the time of the comet, would experience these same reactions. Whether this new mutation could be passed down. No matter what the outcome was, it was happening and happening fast.

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And the internet exploded.

Sometimes, Clarke wished the comet had been good for making things go boom, because if Clarke had to see another vlog about someone finding their soulmate, or another stupid meme about which unattractive character people jokingly thought there soulmate might look like or another crying youtuber apology video about trying to fake one for attention, she was going to lose it.

Unfortunately, the hype didn't seem like it was going to die down anytime soon. Everyone wanted to capitalize on the new phenomenon. Restaurants had "soul specials" and tattoo artists offered fake soulmate marks (Clarke could respect the great marketing strategy, but really it was just artists charging double for matching tats). Books were being written, movies were in the works, the number of wedding skyrocketed. Clarke had never gotten so many photography appointments in her entire career, and the small commission site she ran for her paintings was flooded with requests for paintings of tattoos. She ignored those.

One thing no one anticipated was that the new tattoos legitimized homosexuality in the eyes of many previously prejudiced churches. After all, they couldn't say the tattoos were a gift from God and not acknowledge gay people had them too. So at least some good came out of it.

Of course, there was still that small faction of people who thought they were a curse but there will always be crazy people in the world.

Clarke belonged to larger (but still small) faction of people who doubted the tattoos meant anything more than what people wanted them to mean, thought it was absurd that such a big decision was based on a(n admittedly nuts) genetic mutation caused by a burning rock, and told Lexa as much about a month later sitting across from her at brunch with their friends at their usual table outside.

“I'm just saying, I think it's ridiculous that people are putting so much stock in something so arbitrary.”

“Clarke, tattoos appearing on people from skin to skin contact is not arbitrary. Its something that's never been seen before in the history of the human race. Why are you so bound and determined not to admit its importance?” Lexa said. Oooh her eye was doing that twitch that told Clarke she was at her limit… One more jab.

“Placebo effect” she said simply taking a sip of her mimosa

“Excuse me” narrowed eyes, even better

Clarke shrugged “People believe the tattoos mean something, and so they convince themselves they feel that way. No offense guys.” she said jerking her head at Octavia and Lincoln.

“None take” he said “we were together before all this” Octavia nodding along with too much bread in her mouth.

Lexa looked like she was about to scream “So you mean to tell me that you don't think there’s any significance in people's blood type changing, their genetics mutating? You think that's all what? Coincidental?! Unimportant?”

“Of course not”

“Thank God”

“It probably mean tons of new research material for genetic disorder specialists.”

Lexa’s face got so red and Clarke lived for moments like these “You- genetic- I- fucking-” Lexa spluttered before throwing her hands up “I don't even know why I try.”

“But God knows it’s so entertaining when you do. Look, just because couples feel closer doesn't mean they actually are.” she said adding insult to injury by toasting Lexa.

“Don't worry, Lex. Clarke’s just scared that she’ll get one and become her mom’s new lab rat” Raven said adjusting her large sunglasses and smirking.

“Her what?” Bellamy asked from where he was trying to beat his sister in amount of rolls consumed in an hour.

Clarke groaned “Ugh, don't remind me, shes obsessed.”

Raven said “Doctor Griffin has volunteered to head Arkadia Hospital's new soulmate tattoo research team”

“Which reminds me, she actually asked if you two could stop by the hospital so she can see the marks for herself and probably ask to run tests.” Clarke said reluctantly, turning to Lincoln and Octavia.

“Sure, why not? I’m free. How bout you babe?” Octavia asked him

“Yeah, might as well figure out whose blood type reigns supreme in this relationship.” He replied nudging her shoulder playfully.

She rolled her eyes “We’ll stop by this afternoon around two.”

Clarke nodded “I’ll text her.”

The group eventually finished up their brunch and left the restaurant, Octavia and Lincoln to the hospital, Raven to go make something explode, and Bellamy to watch her, leaving Clarke alone with her least favorite person.

For lack of anything else to do, they started the short walk back to the apartment complex they both lived in. ( to say they had been displeased to find out they were neighbors was an understatement,)

It was quiet which was fantastic. Only the sound of their swishing sundresses kept them company. It was funny, because when they weren’t arguing, Clarke actually found Lexa’s stoic presence rather grounding, safe. Maybe it was an association thing. During Octavia's parties, Clarke and Lexa usually found themselves drunk on the bathroom floor at 4 am (the registered safe time for spilling your guts both literally and figuratively) having one of their rare “deep chats” it was the only time their friends didn't have to pull them off each others throats, and Clarke would only admit this with a gun to her head, but that was always her favorite part of the party. Everyone had a drunk buddy. Lexa was hers. Clarke thought she had held Lexa’s hair back while she puked enough times to earn the title.

Lexa interrupted Clarke's thoughts and by saying quietly “I think they would have been soulmates.”

Clarke played dumb “who?”

“Your parents.” she answered “that's why you're so against the whole tattoo thing. You’re angry they’ll never know, but I believe they would have been.” Clarke's dad had died three years ago in an automobile accident. The other driver was drunk but he survived. Jake Griffin didn’t.

Clarke felt her throat tighten “You don't know what I feel”

Lexa raised a hand to Clarke's denim covered shoulder which was immediately shrugged off “Its ok to be angry about the missed moments, Clarke. Your feelings don’t make you weak”

“Yeah?” she spat “what do you know, Lexa? You push your feelings down so far no one knows you have them. It’s a good thing Costia left before this whole thing. You would have been the first soulmate ever to feel nothing for your partner.” it was a low blow but Clarke was touchy about her dad. She saw Lexa draw into herself and regretted every word. When Costia left it was messy, she had been an integral part of their group and Lexa’s girlfriend all through high school. A year into college she transferred to Azgeda U. She and Lexa tried to do long distance but it was hard and eventually Costia broke it off and never came back to Arkadia. When she had broken it off she had told Lexa that it was because she didn't feel like Lexa felt anything for her anymore. Lexa was crushed.

Green eyes hardened “Fine. Message received.” she said, storming past Clarke into the building.

“Lexa…” she tried but it fell flat as the door slammed leaving her on the sidewalk alone

Chapter 2 is up on AO3

[jayykesley]

8-10, 16-22 for ALL OF YOUR OCS FROM "THE APPRENTICES" (really the main ones: Carson, Lorelei, Derick, Rosalyn, Roswell, and a bonus OC of your choice)

8. What clothing style?

Lorelei: Very girly, so she wearsprimarily dresses and skirts and high heels. Kind of a sparkly-girly-librariantype of look? Pockets added to everything obviously, as well as tulle or lacetrim, just to make any outfit have that little extra SomethingTM.

Carson: His style is likecombination lumberjack-slash-fifties(?) look, like he’s got the rugged jeansand the white t-shirt with the short sleeves rolled up just below the shouldersand the red plaid overshirt. He prefers casual, loose-fitting clothes. Allabout comfort and mobility and wearing things until they fall apart.

Derick: Because of his childhood andthe culture he grew up in, Derick’s style consists mainly of dress pants andfitted button-ups w/ vests/suspenders/ties/etc. Not always particularlycomfortable, but he feels sorely underdressed and out-of-place in anythingless.

Rosalyn: If a piece of clothing fitsher larger frame, and can hide stains for at least a little while, Rosalyn willwear it. Mostly wears sleeveless shirts, or cuts the sleeves off, because shehas broad shoulders and large arms that don’t always fit comfortably in theshirts she finds. Has like one (1) pair of loose cargo pants that she’s beenwearing for literal years and refuses to get rid of. Neutral colors mostly soshe doesn’t have to think about matching stuff.

Roswell: I imagine him wearingregular old jeans, but with either comfy sweaters or fun graphic tees that hegets his hands on. He’s not picky about clothing, but he does like to have funso his shirts are always brightly colored with reds or yellows or purples.

Valentina/Violet (I can’t land on aname for her for some reason): Similar to Lorelei, in that she’s very girly,but definitely not “librarian chic”. Vibrant pinks, glitter, maybe some furoccasionally if she’s going out? Crop tops are a definite staple in her closet.

9. What is their favourite foodafter a break-up?

Lorelei: Her favorite comfort food,especially after getting her heart broken, would probably be frozen yogurt or agiant cinnamon bun glazed in icing. Something sweet and filling that you mightnot have on a daily basis.

Carson: Soft pretzels nachos, pasta,just something that is absolutely soggy in melted cheese.

Derick: Not so much food, but wineor some other alcoholic drink that would make him forget how bad he feels abouthimself

Rosalyn: Red meat, which is what sheeats a lot of to begin with, but just way way more stuff those badfeelings away

Roswell: Candy. He’d just shoveldown handfuls of jolly ranchers and licorice, ignoring how gross he feels veryquickly after doing this

V: Chocolate covered strawberriesand caramel apples and every sweet thing she shared with the boy because shedoesn’t need him to enjoy things she doesn’t miss him she never evencared that much about him to begin with--

10. Their favourite thing to doafter a break-up?

 Lorelei/V: Watch bad movies togetherand have a girls night: popcorn, ice cream, probably watch Legally Blonde. Oneis always right there ready to comfort the other when it seems like thingsmight go sorrow.

 Carson: He throws himself into a newproject, whether that’s working on Bonnie, his car, or crafting something outof wood. Carson gets attached and wears his heart on his sleeve, so no matterhow short the relationship was, he’s probably hurting quite a lot. When hefeels like he’s got a handle on the situation, then he can talk to Lorelei andwork on moving on.

 Derick: Just gets real depressed andsleeps/watches TV a lot. Leaves the house/showers/cleans even less than usual.Eventually he’ll get out of his funk, but it might take him a while.

Rosalyn: Probably trains to workthrough her emotions; first she’s angry because she feels like that personwasted her time, then she feels embarrassed for letting herself be hopeful likethat, then angry again... it’s a vicious cycle, and one she’s working on.

Roswell: Cry and talk to literallyanyone who will listen. Obviously everybody is more than happy to be hisshoulder to cry on, but Roswell bounces back about as quickly as he fell forthe girl in the first place.

 16. Their favourite comfort food?

Same as the break-up food, comfort food is really what I was thinking ofwhen I answered that question

17. What’s a food they hate?

Lorelei: Probably something likemeat loaf? It’s cheap, somewhat filling, and easy to make so it’s often whather mother used to make when she was a child. It wasn’t bad necessarily, buthaving multiple times a week for years has made her nauseous at the thought ofit

Carson: There really isn’t a lotCarson won’t eat. Originally Victor wasn’t a very good chef, so Carson wasresigned to eating either burnt/undercooked meals or microwave dinners for hischildhood. Maybe something like liver he might refuse.

Derick: He’ll eat meat, but he won’teat meat that still resembles the animal when it was alive -- fish that isn’tfried or in some way no longer resembles fish, he won’t eat. Doesn’t eatchicken legs or anything like that either.

Rosalyn: Bread. Specifically, whitebread. No one can figure out why, but Rosalyn absolutely positively will notconsume plain white bread. Everyone thinks its some big thing, but she swearsup and down it’s just that it grosses her out.

Roswell: Again, eats nearlyeverything. Maybe won’t eat oatmeal, because that’s just sloppy slime andRoswell can’t do that

V: Microwave meals that taste likemicrowave meals (which obvi is 99% of them). She swears she can taste theplastic film in the food.

18. Their music taste?

Lorelei/V: Love radio-pop. Ifeel like they’d both be huge fans of people like Ariana Grande and Ed Sheeranand people like that

Carson: He’s a sucker for 80′s and90′s rock and pop; Survivor, Billy Joel, Britney Spears, all that good stuff

Derick: Not really picky aboutmusic? Usually just listens to whatevers on. Probably a secret Emo Kid

Rosalyn: Really prefers classicalinstrumental music. She doesn’t zone out often, but instrumental music helpsher relax the few times she feels she’s allowed to.

Roswell: Would probably be reallyinto disco and/or Disney soundtracks?? Also a huge musical nerd, so Broadwaysoundtracks are his JAM

19.Is there a story behind their name/meaning?

Lorelei: I thought that “Lorelei”was a very pretty name and that it was a shame more characters weren’t calledthat. “Bullock” was a placeholder until I settled on her “real” last name, butBullock stuck so

Carson: Intended to remind me thathe would resemble Carswell Thorne in personality/serve as a place holder aswell (he’s changed a bit from his original design). “Davies” is the last nameof one of the original inspirations for the character Peter Pan, and was toserve as a reminder that Carson is a more relaxed, care-free person

Derick: No special meaning, justcame to me moments after I decided he was birthed from my mind-hole and thename has stuck ever since.

Rosalyn: Saw that picture that Ialways use as my face-claim for her, instantly decided she was either a“Rosalyn” or a “Rosalind”. I went with Rosalyn because, i dunno i just thoughtit fit her better.

Roswell: Originally he was going tobe called “Brandon” or something similar, but I came across the name “Roswell”and thought “oh yeah thatd be funny, Rosalyn and Roswell” and, well, as withevery character, the name just stuck

Violet/Valentina: Originally“Violet”, but I’ve since done some work on her character and feel that“Valentina” fits her better, but my mind is still latched onto “Violet”, soI’ve been calling her V for the time being.

20.Something they do that seems childish to others?

Lorelei/V: Not childish per se, butpeople might think them immature since they really like fashion and makeup andpretty things

Carson: Sings to himself constantly.

Derick: It might seem childish tosomeone who’s never owned a pet, but oh my gosh the flip-flopping betweenbaby-talking to Ragsy, and having a full-on real conversation with her

Rosalyn: Pinky promises. Not onlydoes she hold promises as Law, but pinky promises are the Highest Law

Roswell: His long run-on sentencesand tendency to speak rapidly in giant chunks. He can come off like an excitedlittle kid, but really he just hasn’t lost his sense of wonder for the world.

21.What is their all-time favourite TV show?

Lorelei: Great British Bake Off.I’ve never personally seen it, but it sounds like something she’d love XD

Carson: How It’s Made

Derick: Painting with Bob Ross

Rosalyn: Ancient Aliens

Roswell: I sat here for ten minutesand i genuinely cannot think of what his favorite show would be, so thanksHobbs XD

V: Catfish

22. What is their all-time favoritemovie?

Lorelei: 2005 Pride and Prejudice

Carson: HSM 2

Derick: All Dogs Go To Heaven/Aristocats

Rosalyn: National Treasure

Roswell: Jungle Book

V: Black Panther (because she’s real into Michael B. Jordan)

Sorry this is late, but I wanted to give real good answers. Thanks!

[daughteroflefay]

DIANA EXAMINATION

Tagged by: stolen, like the appalling thief I am. Tagging: you. Yes, you. You must suffer, just like I did.​

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

NAME: Diana Le Fay-Odinsdottir. EYE COLOR: Green. HAIR STYLE/COLOUR: A wild mane of green hair, running down all the way to her lower back, contained in a ponytail. HEIGHT: 6′3″ CLOTHING STYLE: It varies depending on the occasion. While she’s out hunting it’s usually drab, comfortable fatigues that conceal her shape and offer easy movement; when she’s out on some occasion it’s a skirt and turtleneck sweaters, usually in some dark shade; but the attire she’s the most attached to is what she wears while teaching - an azure summer dress, with poofy half-sleeves and a yellow ribbon around her collar. It’s an old piece of clothing of hers, but she maintains it with meticulous care. Any question as to why is met with a shrug and a giggle. BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE: Despite her round, soft face, she’s an absolute predator. She doesn’t look like an exceedingly ripped amazon - and she isn’t, indeed, though she is absolutely made of wiry, taught muscles under her clothes - but through some quirk of fate or of her ascendancy she is able to punch way over her weight category. She has fought several animals larger than she is tall, with nothing but a spear to her name; she still does so regularly. Would it be enough to go mano-a-mano with a pokémon? Who knows. She is in no hurry to try, to be sure.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE.

FEARS: Something hurting her children is probably the top of the pile, here. And the scope is not limited to the ones currently in her care, either - she has passed a sleepless night or two the couple of times a careless adolescent got too ambitious with their escapades and got hurt. GUILTY PLEASURE(S): Does hunting count? I believe hunting counts. It’s a weird hobby, for someone otherwise so kindly, but it is deeply enchained with a cold, savage part of herself she prefers to keep sated in this way. It also fills a curious hole deep down in her soul, one that longs for a more primal, more crude way of life. It is nature she longs for, in its less civilized form, the one most see only through documentaries - and even there in edulcorated shapes, through filters and masks that hide the bare instinct beneath. BIGGEST PET PEEVE(S): She hates, with a passion, parents who keep their children inside a glass dome, insulating them from any and all experiences, any and all problems. One can worry, worry to death if needed; but children, by their own existence, need to grow up and learn. And if learning must necessarily pass through some bruised knees... well, so be it. AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE: Ambition? What is ambition? Diana is basically an empty shell, in that regard, so taken by her existence that she fails to see anything further, anything more. And, given her... abilities, more would well be available to her; but still she waits and she faffs, as the years pass without really touching her. That will have to change at some point... right?

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS.

FIRST THOUGHT(S) WAKING UP: As she wakes up, she considers her day. It might be another one at the kindergarten, it might be one out in the field, it might be some rarer occasion, she still goes over it. WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT MOST: Her children, hands down. She has a duty to them, to be the best teacher ever, and that fills a lot of her headspace a lot of the time. YOU THINK YOUR BEST QUALITY IS: Her ability to 1v1 a bear Being able to be there for children and make them at ease. In fact, she almost finds it a bit disquieting, how easily they get attached to her and how well they listen. It’s almost supernatural.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES: Group. It’s easier to hide the embarrassment about being there. TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED: Both! But, if only one of them is available, then it’s love, hands down. BEAUTY OR BRAINS: Brains, but not necessarily. Kindness is a much more valuable aspect to look for in a person, and one that is more rare to booth. DOGS OR CATS: Neither. Small animals don’t like her overmuch, to her infinite sadness, though small pokémon tend to be more resilient to whatever makes cats hiss and dogs bark at her.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

LIE: Who knows. She tells to herself that she’s a honest person, but she hides the ugliest parts of herself with the same ease as breathing. BELIEVE IN YOURSELF: Mostly. BELIEVE IN LOVE: ...eeeeeh. Motherly love? 100%, yes. That’s natural, to her, a part of her own being. But when it comes to romantic love, the ones that pushes you to wishing you might live your life with someone else... then there’s nothing for her there. WANT SOMEONE: No. She’s aromantic, though she isn’t aware of the definition itself. She doesn’t feel like she needs someone by her side, and to be frank she doesn’t even feel the need to have children of her own

LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN…

BEEN ON STAGE: She's opened the kids’ recital every year for nineteen years, but that’s it. DONE DRUGS: She actually tried once, when she was younger, to see how it was. She was a bit let down when any effect failed to manifest entirely. CHANGED WHO YOU WERE TO FIT IN: Absolutely not. The world can move over, if it wants; she is not bending for it. And this is final.

LAYER SEVEN:  FAVOURITES.

FAVOURITE COLOR: Green, though blue is a close second. FAVOURITE ANIMAL: It used to be Jigglypuff, but when one of her children’s parents brought her a Snom from Galar it quickly knocked the singer off her throne. Her Wigglytuff, Titania, still resents it. FAVOURITE MOVIE: Peter Pan. FAVOURITE GAME: Harvest Moon and Tomb Raider. Both at the same level.

LAYER EIGHT:  AGE.

DAY YOUR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE: April 30th. HOW OLD WILL YOU BE: 38, though she doesn’t look a year over 20. AGE YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY: The question is enough to get her as red as a tomato. The answer is, she hasn’t yet. Which is a curious thing, with how taken by children she is... DOES AGE MATTER: The entire equation doesn’t matter, to her.

LAYER NINE:  IN A PERSON.

BEST PERSONALITY: Friendly, fighty, ready to throw down for one’s ideals but also for a friend. She also is quite taken with people who aren’t quite book smart, to be generous. BEST EYE COLOR: Blue, or some shade thereof. BEST HAIR COLOR: Blue, as above. BEST THING TO DO WITH A PARTNER: Go and play! Explore! Go on adventures! Live life, as Diana perceives it to be worth living.

LAYER TEN:  FINISH THE SENTENCE.

I LOVE: “Kids, of course.” I FEEL: “Like kids have always been a part of my life. Who knows, maybe I was a fairy in a past life, fufu.” I HIDE: “The savagery I can reach into when hunting.” I MISS: “Grandpa Albie. He knew so much about me, more than I do or ever will.” I WISH: “All my kids will be healthy and happy forever. Forever.”

[voemae582]

Hey Super Star

This was it, Helgas big break. Years spent yearning for a love she could never have had led up to this moment. Her own talents coltivated over and over. Now it was her time to shine. Helga was an impressive writer or poets, plays, songs and her acting abilitie was marvelous. And it didn't go unnoticed for very long after the San Lorenzo trip. not by choice all of the poems and songs were entered into so many different competitions much to her surprise. Pheobe claims it wasn't her but who else knew about her skill with the english word? Not long after Helga was recieving phone calls and emails stating agencies wanted her to work for them. At first Helga was against it, she didn't write for the world, she wrote to get her feelings out. After a month of phone calls and in person meetings Helga had lost it, but luckily she had Arnold there with her. "How are you holding up?" He asked one day as they walked home together from school. "It's crazy! I'm only ten!" She gasped. "I guess thats what they find so amazing, that such a young girl is so mature and billiant." He smiled as he took hold of her hand. "And I for one think its rather flattering how much you love me." Arnold looked at her with a goofy grin knowing everything she wrote was about him more or less. Helga blushed and looked away, "W-who said any of its about you!?" The next week shocking news hit the class of 118. Helga was scouted and took a job to write for a big fancy company in New York. This came as no surprise to Arnold because he talked it out with her. The truth was that her family was bankrupt, and Big Bob decided it would be best if he moved them all so Helga could work. By the end of the year Helga was famous. By the end of the second year everyone knew her name, the young talented Helga G. Pataki. Finally seven years passed since she left Hillwood. Sure she would visit as much as she could and she called Arnold almost everynight, but she was a writer, singer, actress and a few times a model, she didn't have a lot of time. Helga was on the cover of so many magazines and the number one hit on the songs list, she sold books of her struggle as a child and acted in her own movies, and she was only seventeen. The last time she saw Arnold was eight months ago, now she sits in her condo. Helga was working on her latest song. Meanwhile in Hillwood the old gang were at the old abandoned lot where they used to play baseball. They sat on the benches and the younger generation played ball. "So," Sid started, "Did you guys hear about the new movie Helgas in?" "Oh yeah! Its based on the cemetary legend here." Harold cut in. Gerald quirked a brow sitting with his arm hung over Phoebes shoulder. "The one where the Bride killed her sister and Ex fiance then herself, while in her wedding dress? Yeah, she's going to be the bride right?" They all looked at Arnold. He shrugged, "I know she helped produce it, but I haven't heard from her in a week or two, she doesn't really like talking about work anyways." "To think, Helga would become a super star at such a young age, I certainly didn't see it coming, but its not hard to see the talent, even I can admit shes good at what she does." Rhonda annouced her thoughts. "I reckon non of us saw her becoming a so famous. No offense but she was the unibrowed lanky bully in elementary." Stinky put in his two cents. "Shes always been so passionate, it was just a matter of time before someone figured it out." Pheobe said. Suddenly Pheobe got a text. She glanced at it and stood up, "Sorry guys, I need to get going, I'll see you at school tomorrow." Sheena and Nadine showed up, "Rhonda, we're supposed to be meeting Lila." Rhonda also fot up to leave. Later Arnold drove Gerald home and on the way they talked. "So, how you feelin?" Arnold glanced at his best friend then back at the road. "What do you mean?" "Don't be like that man, No one wanted to bring it up. Rumor has it helga and super star Ryan Star are a thing." Arnolds grip tightend on the steering wheel. "She can date whoever she wants, its none of my buisness. We broke up a year, three months and a week ago. Besides, its not like a rumor like this hasn't come up before." Gerald nodded, "But this is the first time a rumor has come up like this since you two broke up." "It's her life, I was holding her back." "Dude, you two were made for eachother, obviously you still love her." "Whatever man." Back on Helgas side, she was laying on her bed talking to pheobe. "Yeah, Ryan told me not to sweat it, the rumor should be over in a week. Um, did Arnold hear about it?" Pheobe sitting on the phone hours away from her best friend sighed, "I'm sure he did, but no ones going to bring it up. Are you going to call him tonight? Tell him the news?" Helga rolled on her bed, "No, But I'll see you soon, alright?" "Yeah, good night Helga, and I can't wait to see the movie." "Night Pheebs. And thanks." They hung up and Helga stared at her ceiling. "See you soon." The week went by pretty fast and the gang met up at Rhonda Wellington Lloyds house, they usually went to see Helgas movies in a group. They were going to see the premiere of Helgas horror bride movie. They gathered in the living room just mingling and having fun, "Okay everyone!" Rhonda was getting their attention. "We leave in 15 minutes, so finish your drinks and finger sanwiches, go to the bathroom quick and be ready." Gerald and Pheobe were being lovey dovey next to the drinks and Arnold chuckled as he watched his best friend act like he and his girlfriend were he only two people in the world. There was a tap on Arnold shoulder and he spun around to see Lila. Lila and Stinky were recently broken up. "Hello Arnold." "Hey Lila, I'm surprised you came, considering you don't like horror movies." Lila pointed toward Stinky hanging around Harold and Sid, "Stinky texted me and said he'd be oh so happy if I sat with him, I do ever beleive he wants to get back together, but hes oh so embarrassed so the movie is his way of rekindling our love." ".... Oh...." It was the fourth time in three years the two have broken up. "I dare say it's the perfect night for a horror movie, I think I'll find myself glued to Stinky near the end." Lila said as she looked out the window. She was right, it was stormy and misty night. Perfect horror weather. "Yeah, good for you two." Arnold smiled, sincerely happy for Lila. There was a sudden burst or lightening and loud thunder, the lights went out and everyone screamed. "Everyone stay calm!" Rhonda yelled as she freaked out. Pulling out a flashlight. "This happens all the time, the lights will be on soon." Pheobe said trying to calm the girl. there was a knock at the door. Everyone gasped. "I'll get it." Pheobe joyously said as she walked out of the room. Arnold went over to Gerald. "Your girlfriend is crazy." "Mmhmm. Girl aint scared of nothing." The lights came back on and Pheobe returned to the room. "So? Who was at the door?" Eugene Asked. Stepping out of the shadows from behind Pheobe came a phantom in a wedding dress weilding a bloody axe. Everyone screamed. "It's the brides revenge!!" Sid squealed. The bride dropped the axe and laughed up a storm, Pheobe joined the laughter. Everyone was confuse until the bride took off her veil to reveal Helga. Pheobe unzipped the dress to reveal Helga wearing a pink sweater, blue jeans and converse under the costume. Her long wavy blonde hair softly sat over her shoulders and her two groomed eye brows scrunched up as she laughed. "Sid sounds like a girl when he screams," She laughed. "Oh that was just too good!" "Helga!?" Rhonda surprisingly gasped while holding her chest. Everyone catching their breathes surounded Helga and joined the laughter. Pheobe walked to Gerald and Arnold still giggling. "Surprise!" Gerald wrapped his arms around themtiny girl, "You nearly gave me a heart attack!" "Why is she here?" Arnold asked. "She has time off since the movies over." Pheobe said. "Why didn't she tell me?" "She wanted to surprise you." And their eyes met.

[got7isbasicallyheaven]

Family, friends, feeling (P.3)

Summary: You and Jaebum make breakfast for the boys but something stirring behind the scenes 

Genre: fluff

word count: 2206

[pt.1]  [pt.2] 

Jaebum x reader, (and maybe a surprise …..)

Jaebum heard a knock as his door and it was immediately followed by someone turning the knob. He knew it was Jinyoung since he was the only one with this habit. “Hyung” He said leaning against the frame of the door. “Uh?” Jaebum replied, disinterested and looking at his music sheets. “______ah wants to cook us breakfast. She said she wanted help but I can’t really cook. Do you mind?” Jaebum raised his eyebrows at Jinyoung and knew that his classic smirk hid some sort of agenda. But even in spite of that he said “I guess so.” Jaebum walked to the kitchen where she was already rummaging through the cupboards and fridge to figure out what the boys had on hand. “Looking for something?” Jaebum tried to sound cool as he put his hands in his pockets propping himself against the counter and observing your movements. “Oh. I was just…trying to think of stuff to make. But it doesn’t seem like you guys keep food around” She said laughing and then biting her lip, which Jaebum couldn’t help but look away from. “No we don’t. Its only 7:00am they won’t be up for at least a couple hours…we can go to the 24/7 mart. It’s a little bit farther but it would be the only open right now.” She looked to the ground and rubbed the back of her neck with her hand. “Sure let me just go put on some regular clothes” 

You scrambled to find clothes while also not waking your brother Jackson who was sound asleep in bed. You threw on a white tee and ripped skinny jeans and decided just to wear the shoes you left in the hallway last night. Jaebum sat on the couch playing on his phone; he gave you a heart melting smile when you came out of the room and he gestured for you to follow him out. You walked beside him quietly taking in the morning and fresh breeze rustling your hair. Jaebum looked beautiful in the light he is so handsome you thought to yourself staring up at his jawline. You had been walking in a comfortable silence for nearly five minutes. You liked that he didn’t feel the need to fill up the space; you never liked it when people needlessly wasted words. “It’s about a 20 minute walk. Want to grab an iced coffee or something?” He said turning to you, almost catching you staring at his features. “Sure, but only if I’m paying.” You said trying to sound collected. “If you insist.” Jaebum laughed and your chest tightened at the sight of his grin. I hate this, he’s barely doing anything. You shake your head trying to free your romantic thoughts of Jaebum as he walked ahead of you into the café.

Jaebum pulled the hood of his sweater a little further down and pulled a face mask from his pocket. “It’s nothing personal it’s just sometimes.” “I get it. You’re an idol I understand. I wouldn’t dream of taking it personally. So what do you want me to order?” “Iced Americano and thanks” He said. You could the thanks was more for your understanding of the situation that it was for the coffee. You two walked back onto the street and even though it was still early morning on a weekend the street was getting slightly busier. “Jaebum-ssi if you aren’t comfortable I can just go by-““You’re going to carry enough breakfast for all of us by yourself? Don’t worry.” He said. Looking around it was mostly older people out at the moment, not exactly GOT7 stan material.

You reached the large supermarket and it was busier than you expected but it was mostly moms and grandparents at this time. “So what do you guys like to eat for breakfast?” You said grabbing the small notepad and pen you always carried with you in your bag. “We haven’t had a western style breakfast in a long time. I’m sure Jackson and Mark would like that a lot.” “How about you?” You asked without really filtering it from your mind. Your instinct was to cover your mouth in embarrassment but you suppressed it and let the situation play out. “Whatever you like.” Jaebum casually said as he grabbed a small cart and began pushing it down the aisle. You and Jaebum spent an hour in the store basically goofing around and trying samples randomly picking up snacks you both liked it wasn’t even until you checked your phone that you realized it had been so long. “Oh my god it’s already 9:00am!” You said half laughing and half worried. “Shit! We can take a taxi back to the dorm.” Jaebum said as he gathered all the grocery bags and began to walk to the exit.

Maybe it was the summer sun beginning to peak out or maybe it was the fact the taxi driver had the windows closed but the air was stifling. The taxi driver had some of his own random stuff I the back so you were forced to sit in the middle seat next to JB. Your arm pressed against his and you could feel the humidity creating sweat between your skins. “Sir, could you um maybe turn on the air conditioner?” Jaebum finally said, reading your mind. “Can’t. It’s broken. Same with the windows. They don’t open anymore.” He said in an annoyed voice. “It’s okay it’s less than 10 minutes driving” You said whispering to Jaebum. He touched you’re your knee “I thought I would try.” He smiled and then blushed realizing the placement of his hand and turned to look out the window as you fixed your gaze to the floor. The rest of the ride was silent.

The driver brought you back to the dorm and you and Jaebum proceeded to rush into the apartment. When you got into the dorm Jinyoung was reading on the couch and Bambam was lying on the floor using his phone.  “Took you guys long enough” Jinyoung flatly commented not even breaking a look from his reading. “What where did you guys go? Is that food! God I’m hungry. Noona did you sleep well?” “Oh we just went grocery shopping. And I slept really well. Thanks Bammie.” You said playing with his hair as you walked past him into the kitchen.

She walked past Jaebum into the kitchen and JB used the opportunity to shoot a look at Jinyoung. Who still looked at his book but smiled to himself. “Hyung? Are you okay?” Bambam said staring at his leader’s scowl. “Yeah I’m fine” He walked into the kitchen and admired as _________ laid out all the ingredients neatly and hummed a familiar song to herself. “What are you humming?” He tried to sound casual but it came out more intense than he meant. “Oh it’s just a song from your latest album. I think oppa said it was called ‘Q’ “She said as she began to measure out the pancake mix. Not just a song. My song. Jaebum thought as she continued to hum but a bit more quietly. She looked a little embarrassed but Jaebum thought it was cute. Then again he was realizing he thought everything she did was cute. She’s just a girl Jaebum, get a grip. “So what can I do?” “Well we need eggs and breakfast sausages…so I guess you can start that.” “Yes, chef.” He said winking, then immediately turning around to cover his embarrassment.

His hands brushed over hers as he reached for ingredients or he would bump into her as they tried to manoeuvre the not so large kitchen. And it seemed even smaller as the attraction suffocated them both. Jaebum felt hot. It could just be the stove being on. He thought, but knew well that it was the sight of her cooking and laughing, being playful. They worked together quietly and Jaebum just wanted to say it to her. He didn’t even know what it was, but he wanted to at least try and start something more than passive flirting. “_____-ah.” “Mhm?” She mumbled focusing her attention on flipping a pancake. “I think that-“His sentence was interrupted by Yugyeom’s appearance in the doorway. Jaebum was annoyed but a little thankful since he didn’t know where he was going with that. “Noona~~~” Yugyeom whined and pouted “I’m so hungry.” “We’re almost done Gyeomie. Set the table.” Yugyeom came into the kitchen and grabbed some plates and things for the table bursting Jaebum’s blissful bubble.

When he left to go back into the living room she turned to Jaebum “Sorry. Weren’t you saying something?” She raised her eyebrow at him and her lips were slightly parted. “Oh. Well. Umm…you know. I don’t usually let people do this so soon but since your Jackson’s sister… maybe you could start calling me oppa?” He didn’t even know what was spewing out of his mouth. “Oh…sure. That would…be really nice.” Her face was set aflame with pink blush but Jaebum figured his face was a similar hue based on how warm he suddenly felt. “Do you want some help bringing that in. You two?” Jinyoung stood looking at Jaebum and _______, both unaware that he had overheard their entire conversation. “Yeah thanks Jinyoung.” She said looking to the ground and carrying the very large stack of pancakes.

“They made breakfast!” You heard Jackson say from around the corner. You put the pancakes down and try to fan your face before he could see how red you were from embarrassment (and maybe happiness). Jackson picked you up into a tight hug and spun you around causing you to laugh “Oppa! Put me down.” Using the word suddenly reminded of Jaebum and you were blushing again. “Why are you so red? Am I that embarrassing?” Jackson sad punching you lightly in the shoulder. Mark was the last to join you all at the table and he groggily sat himself in the spot next to you. “This is looks great! You made all of this alone?” He said eyeing all the food. “Umm Jaebum Op- umm… Jaebum helped me.” You looked at Jaebum who tilted his head. You weren’t sure if you were ready to call him oppa in front of everyone. You had just met after all. You didn’t see that Mark shot a look and Jinyoung and Jaebum. Something strange was happening between three of them but no one else at the table really was paying attention as you told a story about your travels in America.

“Well I have a big day planned for us _______-ah. We can go shopping and Oppa will buy whatever you want. Then we can go for lunch at this organic restaurant PD-nim suggested to me. It’s going to be the best day ever.” Jackson went to his room to get ready and you helped Jinyoung and Mark clean up the table as Bambam and Yugyeom got ready to wash the dishes. “You look pretty today.” Jinyoung said as he fixed your shirt as it hung too low off your shoulder. “oh, I-I um thank you.” You blushed but met his gaze and it was filled with a soft affection that made you feel comfortable. Jaebum who sat on the couch watching t.v was listening to all of this. “Well I don’t know how but you even make sweatpants look handsome oppa- oh I mean Jinyoung.” You covered your mouth shocked that the word escaped from your lips. “You can call me oppa. Don’t sweat it ______-ie” Jaebum turned away to look at the window to hide his scowl. Mark made a confused look at Jinyoung and made a very slight look to Jaebum trying to make sure you didn’t notice, and you didn’t of course.

“Okay come on _______-ah we have too much to catch up on. These jerks were stealing all your attention yesterday.” Jackson said slinking his arm around you and guiding you to the door. “Bye everyone!” You yelled waving as you put on your shoes. And you were meet by everyone waving back.

The door closed and Jinyoung, Mark and Jaebum sat in the living room as Bambam and Yugyeom washed dishes and bickered in the kitchen. “What was that?” Jaebum said in a hushed voice so that the maknaes didn’t hear. “She’s not yours hyung.” Jinyoung said matter of fact. “Plus she’ll be calling you oppa soon enough. Since you did ask.” He continued “How do you know ab- you heard us.” Jaebum palmed his face. “You two need to dial it down.” Mark finally interjected. “I’m serious. For her sake. Jackson’s sake. And your own friendship. This whole thing was a terrible idea in the first place.” Jaebum and Jinyoung mostly ignored his warning. And continued, “Jinyoung I don’t really get how you’re playing this game.” Jaebum spat out “I know. I want to keep it that way. And you said you were going to play fair. But anyways…I have somewhere to be.” Jinyoung got up but Jaebum grabbed his wrist, a little tighter than he initially intended “yet.” Was all he said, “What are you saying hyung?” Jinyoung growled pulling his wrist free. “Not mine yet.”

[regrettablewritings]

All the Write Words, Pt.I (Library AU! Vladimir Ranskahov x Reader)

Prologue Part II Part III Part IV Part V

The S. Lee Public Library was just two blocks shy of Hell’s Kitchen. It was nowhere near as grand as the New York City Public Library, having far more comfort and far less elegance with its surplus of carpeted floors and bean bag chairs, but it still managed to obtain its fair share of visitors who found its location more convenient and appearance less intimidating.

And yet it was amazing how tense the environment could become once you’ve added a 6-foot, scowling, scarred, tattooed Russian ex-con to the premises.

“Behave, listen, and don’t get any ideas,” Anatoly had told Vladimir as he dropped him off. Like a suburban soccer mom who didn’t know how to quiet down in front of her child’s friends. America, Vladimir decided, had made a pussy of his brother. The thought made his gut churn with fury and his teeth clench ferociously. He absolutely refused to let this damned program do the same to him. He opened the door as angrily and demanding as he could, which was difficult considering that the entrance had been structured so as to avoid creaking or slamming to preserve silence.

The Russian dared not walk at a quick pace. He’d let them do the waiting, whoever they were. Show them who was boss. Make these book-humpers his bitches. He made sure his walk was commanding, just as serious as the look on his face. It was just loud enough that the blonde teenaged girl at the check-out desk heard him coming across the carpet. The small smile she’d been trained to wear was quickly wiped away at the sight of her oncoming nightmare: a disgruntled, tall man-child who looked like he was ready to make a deal or make a fight.

“O-oh. Can – can I help you?” she squeaked. Vladimir smirked inwardly as he saw her nervously fingering at the book in her hands. He wordlessly handed her the brochure Anatoly had given him; the very one that started all this shit. The paperwork had been done before Vladimir had even been picked up, with the only remaining bit being his signature (which Anatoly forced out of him). He had no choice but to come, but he was sure as hell going to make it his choice as to whether or not this would be of any use.

“T-the . . . The reform program?” asked the blonde as her eyes flickered back and forth between Vladimir and the pamphlet. The Russian could tell by the way her voice wavered that just on site, she was already intimidated by his presence. The fact that her voice faltered dramatically while saying “reform” only confirmed this further. Good. Like hell I will let this little suka order me about.

“Da,” he responded lowly, expression unchanging. If she was going to act this way, might a well give her something to actually fear. He heard her gulp nervously.

“Oh. Yes, well. Um. I’m Karen,” she introduced. After a quick moment of hesitance, she offered her small hand for a complimentary salutations. After it became apparent that the scary man before her was not in the market for greetings, she slowly retracted it. To fill in the awkward silence, Karen continued, “I kind of intern here . . . Oh, but that’s not exactly important right now. Who you need to meet is (Y/N).” She offered a small smile that curiously made Vladimir suspect that it wasn’t forced at all. “She calls the shots around here, so it’s more important that you meet with her first so that you can get settled.”

Karen’s eyes flickered around the area before landing to a series of shelves located near the back of the building. She pointed at the area with a pen and said, “Last I checked, she should be back there somewhere restacking the Shakespeare collection. I’d show you where precisely but I’m kind of . . . busy . . .” Her voice dropped. It was a bullshit lie if Vladimir had ever seen one.

Vladimir knew that much and he was a combination of pissed and indifferent. He grunted an indication of understanding and took off. It was only when he was far enough from the desk that he realized: Oh shit, the bitch didn’t point him into the exact direction he was supposed to go in. Wait, why did her care? He could totally take advantage of this; a king doesn’t wait on peasants, he could probably just go into the faculty lounge, nick some snacks, and wait for this (Y/N) to find him in there. Vladimir felt a smirk form on his face for a moment. It quickly scurried away, however, when he realized that if he couldn’t read the sign for “Shake-sphere” or whatever, he damn sure couldn’t make out “faculty.” Damn.

He tried his best to not look as panicked as he was beginning to feel but it was more than just difficult: it was embarrassing. He came in here big and bad, ready to raise some hell. But after all that peacocking and whatnot, what did he have to support it? At this point, he couldn’t raise a pencil to write the section he was supposed to be looking in.

“Excuse me, sir, but is there something you’re looking for?” The calm voice somehow broke through the noise Vladimir was most certainly not having in his head. It was light, in that way a person makes their voice to sound more appealing to a potential customer.

“Sir? Can I help you?” She came from behind one of the stack shelves. If it weren’t for the air of leadership or the fact that she had an abundance of keys on a chain hanging from her pocket, he would have just assumed she was yet another peasant.

Having never been much of a reader (that was more so Anatoly’s field), Vladimir did not frequent libraries. He had little to no idea of the diversity of librarians, nor did he really care to know of it. His best idea of what a librarian would look like basically boiled down to two images: a pasty-skinned old white lady with glasses on a chain, wearing a dusty old cardigan and some sort of brooch; or a busty bespectacled younger woman in a pencil skirt, tight and barely buttoned shirt who would take her hair out of its conservative bun before she started sucking your dick in the back of the library stacks.

She was certainly younger than the first category (that, and she was black), but she also didn’t seem to be the blatantly fuckable type like the second. The tight-fitting clothes were nowhere to be seen, instead replaced with an old sweater and well-loved jeans and sneakers. She was short already at a distance, but as her proximity closed in, it was only made more painfully obvious. She was about up to his chest, though just barely. And that wasn’t including the height her poofy, curly dark hair gave her. The lighting overhead showed Vladimir that her skin was the familiar color of peanut paste: a warm brown, smooth-looking. Unfortunately, the look on her face didn’t look as sweet as the treat her complexion resembled.

It was a tired one, a focused one. If this were a fairytale, she would be the one who would attempt to call the ruler out on his foolishness and knock him from the throne. In many of those circumstances, she would have been successful.

“Da,” was Vladimir’s go-to response. If he made his Russian roots clear, then this pipsqueak would surely assume the worst of him and back off. But to his surprise, all he got from her was a nod.

“Ooohhh, you’re the new guy,” she said. She held out her hand, only without the balk that Karen had. Vladimir hesitated to take it but quickly thought that maybe his size compared to hers would throw her off. She didn’t seem fazed as he took her smaller hand into his larger, rougher ones. He made sure to angle his shakes so that one of his many arm tattoos would show. If this girl saw it, however, she didn’t react the way he wanted her to.

“I’m (Y/N). I’m your boss. And,” she let his hand go and made her voice airy in a mock hippie fashion, poising her hands to create an invisible rainbow, “your guide into your new life.” Vladimir swore his scowl was making his facial skin rip at this point. What this little suka mocking him? His teeth gritted when he heard her chuckle a little in sarcasm. “Seriously, though, welcome to the team, Mr . . . Ranskahov? Am I pronouncing it right?”

“Da,” he said lowly.

“Oh, good! Well, if you’ll just follow me to the back, we’ll get you settled with some final paperwork . . .” She was already wandering in the opposite direction before she finished her sentence. Vladimir strongly considered just standing there. He didn’t want to do a damn thing this tiny thing said, especially after her little mockery of his situation. But then he realized it was either follow her and play along, or stay put and look like an idiot. And possibly deal with the nagging wrath of Toly back home.

“You don’t say much, do you?” (Y/N)’s question broke the silence of the faculty lounge. All she needed for him to do was write his name on three sheets, including one waiver form. She simply assumed he was taking as long as he was because he was being difficult. The truth was that even though his own name was one of the very few things he could write in English, it was still done with some difficulty.

Vladimir glanced up with his signature glower. “What makes you say such?” he questioned, his thick accent breaking the silence even harder.

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, for starters, that right there is the most you’ve said since you got here. So far, all you’ve said was ‘da.’ And I don’t really take you for the shy type, if I must be honest. It’s okay if you’re not a big talker but I’m telling you this now to help you: things will go much smoother if you at least pretend to enjoy the people you’re with.”

The man grunted in response before returning his sights on the ‘r’ in his first name. Things went quiet for only fifteen more seconds.

“But you know? Maybe it’s just a sign that you’re a great listener. So . . . Even if you don’t talk much, surely you’ll learn a lot. That’s great,” the poofy-haired girl added. Immediately, Vladimir felt his grip on the pen tighten. It would’ve snapped into an inky mess if he hadn’t quickly forced himself back into a state of vague composure.

“Behave, listen, don’t get any ideas,” Anatoly said from the depths of his skull. Behave, listen, no ideas. Behave, listen, give them Hell. Behave, listen, blackmail and bribe. Behave, listen, make them bow –

“Hey, are you okay?”

He glanced up at her. Her brows were furrowed enough to become visible beneath the curly pile of locks that fell on her face. “You’ve been on that page for quite a while . . . Look, I understand if you don’t want to be here but – ”

The pen flew in a chicken scratch-y mess across the designated lines – What the hell did these peasants know anyway, it could’ve been cursive for all they could muster up. Wordlessly, he shoved the papers towards her and focused his attention elsewhere. But everywhere he looked, there were words: On magnets, on posters, files, snacks, backpacks, textbooks belonging to the interns, magazines. All in English. All reminders of the main foe at hand. The one thing keeping him from doing whatever the hell he wanted.

He heard (Y/N) hum with approval as she looked over the papers. “Alright. We’re good. Thank you, Mr. Ranskahov, I think this’ll do just fine.” He already hated that smile of hers. It made her cheeks round and soft. Like a little animal he could prey on. He also decided that he hated those eyes of hers when she looked back up at him. They were dark brown, too dark to see her pupils. He couldn’t read her soul and make her feel as scared as he wanted to if he couldn’t pinpoint the exact image of the pupils. Fuck’s sake, this twit was like a conniving rabbit or something –

“—if that’s alright with you.”

“Hm?” Fuck, had he really just spent the entire time thinking about the power she already held over him? As a peasant to a king?!

(Y/N) made that chuckle he already hated. “I was just saying . . . Well, since technically I am the one in charge of you—” (Vladimir felt his eye twitch; [Y/N] didn’t notice, too busy looking for a folder to add his papers into) “—and since I’d like to make sure we’re in a less strict and imposing environment, I thought it’d be better if I just called you Vladimir instead of Mr. Ranskahov. Sound good?”

Vladimir’s facial muscles worked in harmony to keep everything as calm as possible: his nostrils couldn’t flair, his eyes couldn’t form an escalated glare, and his teeth couldn’t grit as loudly. The fucking nerve of this – naporistaya suka! Did she have any idea of what he’d done? The things he’d committed to earn him the tattoos, the scars? Was there a brain underneath all that hair? Did she have a deathwish?

Behave, listen, no ideas. Behave, listen, play along. Behave, listen, lead the rabbit into the den. Behave, listen, then go for the kill.

“Da,” Vladimir’s voice strained. He considered throwing in a smile but instantly decided that that was where he would draw the line in this charade.

Per what was becoming the norm, (Y/N) didn’t seem to notice and was the one doing the smiling once again. “Excellent! Well, we’re not very busy today and there’s not a whole lot I can really have you do until this paperwork is looked over . . . Sooooo . . . Yeah, you’re free to go. See you on Wednesday, Vladimir!”

And with that, (Y/N) turned and waltzed out of the faculty lounge into God knows where, her abundance of curls bouncing and keys jingling with every step.

Vladimir stood wordlessly in the lounge of the S. Lee Public Library for what felt like eons. The S. Lee Library was two blocks from the beginning of Hell’s Kitchen. Eight blocks away from the garage Anatoly would supposed to be at until 5 PM. Vladimir glanced at the clock: 11:47 AM. His face immediately exploded into a nostril-flaring, teeth-gritting, super-glaring mess. He hated those cheeks, those eyes, that laugh –

Fuck it, Vladimir thought as he stormed through the doors for the long, unwanted walk. I hate her!

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Sleeping pills and planes: Embarrassing tales from 35,000 feet

It was a fun flight for travel writer John Vlahides as he flew from London to San Francisco in 2008. He taught a flight attendant how to tie a Bedouin turban with an airplane blanket, and then showed a sleepless young boy how to make paper airplanes. Sailing them over passengers’ heads in the economy cabin caused quite a ruckus.

It might have been a great way to pass the time on a boring overnight journey, except for one thing: John thought he was sleeping. After downing two small bottles of wine he had taken one milligram of a tranquilizer and 10 milligrams of Ambien, a popular sleeping aid.

Settling down for a long snooze, he had no idea he had been sleepwalking until he saw the photos and selfies on his smartphone the next day.

“The weird thing was remembering it all when I saw the pictures,” Vlahides said. “And you say, ‘Oh my God’ and you cringe.”

‘Ambien zombies’

Vlahides had become what many flight attendants unflatteringly call an “Ambien zombie.” But Vlahides was lucky. He hadn’t done anything too embarrassing, unlike other unlucky sleepwalkers.

A flight attendant who called herself “Betty” wrote about “The Streak” in a Yahoo article called “Confessions of a Fed-Up Flight Attendant: Attack of the Ambien Zombies.”

The streaker was a sleepwalking economy passenger who had taken off all his clothes and decided to run up the aisle to first class. According to the story, he was stopped by flight attendants and told to don his clothes; he only realized his humiliating exploit when he later woke with his underwear in his hand.

Flight attendants told similar stories to Mayo Clinic sleep specialist Dr. Lois Krahn during her research on inflight substance use and jet lag. Krahn tells her patients one disconcerting tale as a warning about the potential dangers of sleeping aids, especially if combined with alcohol.

“This trans-Pacific and business class passenger mixed alcohol and Ambien and then woke needing to relieve himself,” Krahn said. “He stood up and urinated on the passenger sitting next to him.

“Can you imagine how hard it was to calm down the business class cabin for the rest of the night?,” Krahn added with a chuckle.

Do people on sleeping aids really behave this way on a plane and not remember?

“It’s true, I’ve seen the pictures,” said Taylor Garland, spokesperson for the Association of Flight Attendants. “But I would say those are some pretty extreme circumstances. It’s not necessarily an everyday occurrence.”

More common on planes, said Garland, is for the dosed sleeper to reach out and fondle their unlucky seatmate.

‘Teflon’ brain

Ambien, or zolpidem tartrate, belongs to a class of drugs called sedative-hypnotics. Prescribed to treat insomnia for adults over the age of 18, it works by slowing brain activity.

“One of the normal side effects of Ambien is that it basically turns your brain into Teflon. You don’t lay down any new memories,” said Dr. Julie Holland, a psychopharmacologist who practices in Manhattan.

“And the other thing that happens is that you get sort of disinhibited, the way that you would if you were drunk or had taken Xanax or Ativan or Valium or something like that,” Holland said. “So you get very relaxed and disinhibited, and you don’t remember what you’re doing.”

If you’re in bed and asleep that’s not an issue. To ensure that, the manufacturer of Ambien has clear-cut safety information on its website: Don’t take Ambien more than once per night and take it just before going to bed. Don’t take Ambien unless you can stay in bed for seven to eight hours.

It’s tough to follow those instructions on a plane, Holland warns.

“You’re not really sleeping deeply because the lights are on, there’s people around and tons of interruptions by flight staff,” Holland said. “Or you may take the sleeping pill and not fall asleep, and then you are going to be in this altered state.”

That’s what happened to Vlahides on his transatlantic journey a decade ago. A friendly flight attendant interrupted just as he’d taken his sleeping pills to ask about his career as a travel writer.

“If she hadn’t been bored on an empty flight and kept me awake, I’m absolutely certain it wouldn’t have happened,” said Vlahides, who later wrote about the funny incident. “But she was wonderful and she was fun. Who can say ‘no’ to that?”

Embarrassing, even dangerous behaviors

Activities that can happen in an altered state include “sleep-walking or doing other activities when you are asleep like eating, talking, having sex, or driving a car,” according to the Ambien safety warnings, as well as “not thinking clearly” and “acting strangely, confused, or upset.”

Those behaviors make sense to Holland. “When people are disinhibited, anything can happen because you’re talking about basic primal instincts that are coming out. What are our basic instincts? To have sex and eat and sometimes to be aggressive.”

Travelers often make the possible side effects worse by combining them with tranquilizers and alcohol, said Dr. Rajkumar Dasgupta, an assistant professor at the Keck School of Medicine at the University of Southern California.

“The worst thing you can do is drink alcohol on a plane,” Dasgupta said. “You’re already dehydrated, you have a lot of travel fatigue, and on top of that you’re adding sleeping aids to it.”

Another factor: a preexisting sleep disorder. For example, it’s estimated that one billion adults in the world suffer from obstructive sleep apnea, a condition in which the throat muscles relax and your breathing stops and starts.

“When you’re in a plane, the air is thin up there,” Dasgupta said. “Even though they pressurize the cabin to 8,000 feet, it’s still going be thinner air, less oxygen. You don’t want to be on a sleep medication that will depress your respiratory drive.”

Sleeping pills can also affect women and the elderly differently, said Krahn.

“Ambien lasts about four to five hours for most people, a little longer for women, a little longer for older people,” she said. “They may not remember to collect their bags when the plane lands or leave things behind like a wallet or passport because they are not as sharp under the lingering effects of the sleeping pill.”

Ambien isn’t the only sleeping aid that can cause parasomnias, or unwanted behaviors that happen when transitioning between different stages of sleep. At times, those behaviors have had tragic outcomes.

Following reports of “rare but serious injuries and deaths resulting from various complex sleep behaviors,” the Food and Drug Administration decided earlier this year to require black box warnings on zolpidem (brand names Ambien, Ambien CR, Edluar, Intermezzo, and Zolpimist), eszopiclone (Lunesta), and zaleplon (Sonata).

Anyone who has experienced an episode of an odd sleep behavior while on one of these sleeping aids should discontinue their use after consulting with their doctor, the FDA said.

Sanofi, the company that manufactures Ambien responded to the issue of erratic behavior on planes by saying, “We encourage any patient prescribed a Sanofi medicine to work with their healthcare provider to ensure the treatment is taken properly.”

Tips for sleeping on a plane

What can a weary traveler do to avoid a sleepless overnight flight? Sleep specialists CNN spoke with offered five key tips:

1. Avoid pharmaceutically induced sleep

“It’s not something to be messing around with,” said clinical psychologist and sleep specialist Michael Breus. “Certainly you should never be taking a medication like that for the first time while in the air, because you don’t know how you’re going to react to it, or if it might interact with any of your existing medications.”

2. Try melatonin instead

“That’s my preferred option for an overnight flight,” said Mayo’s Krahn. “You want to take it when you’ve got enough time for it to take effect.”

Breus, who also recommends melatonin, said the time depends on the type of melatonin you choose.

“When you take it in a pill form, it has to go down to your stomach and then get up to your brain. That takes about 90 minutes,” Breus said. “If you were to take a tincture or a sublingual under the tongue, then you’re looking at 20 to 25 minutes, which is much more like an Ambien type of sleeping aid.”

Krahn recommends three milligrams of melatonin, and suggests sticking with the short acting version to avoid feeling groggy if awakened too soon.

“There are some people who will say, ‘I just can’t handle melatonin because I feel too foggy and I have some concentration difficulties,’” Krahn said. “If they awakened too early when the melatonin is still in their blood and in their brain, that’s probably a very real experience.

“So for someone who’s flying early evening or during the day, it may not match up with their circadian pattern,” Krahn said.

3. Limit alcohol

Alcohol interferes with sleep, said Breus, who has written several books on better sleep and writes a regular blog on the topic. It’s dehydrating and interferes with sleep rhythms, he said, thus keeping you in the lighter stages of slumber when onboard airplane noise and distractions can jostle you awake.

4. Pack a sleep kit

Breus said he doesn’t “wing it” when it comes to plane travel. He keeps a well-stocked sleep kit at the ready.

An eye mask is critical, he said, to block out unwelcome rays. Ear plugs, a well-designed travel pillow, a light blanket or sweater (for those airlines that no longer provide blankets), an audiobook and relaxing playlist makes his list, along with noise-cancelling headphones and water to stay hydrated.

5. Plan ahead

As much as possible, try to plan your sleep around the timing and purpose of your flight, Dasgupta said.

“Do you need to be alert right away?” Dasgupta asked. “If yes, then perhaps the lesser of two evils will be drinking caffeine in the morning before your meeting instead of taking a sleeping aid on the plane. Get out into the sunlight, get some morning exercise. Those are always winners.”

Try these tips, say experts, and you could avoid the fate of becoming another airplane Ambien zombie. Unless you enjoy embarrassing yourself, of course.

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