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realisticjupiter · 11 months ago

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maybe an age gap between reader and chishiya... and then they just fck? (reader ≤ 18)

any scenario but teacher - student, please!

Summary: Chishiya is your new attending.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader

Warnings: slight age gap (intern & attending), hair pulling, fingering, slight degradation (but not really), unprotected piv, blowjob, lmk if anything else!!

Word count: 2.9k

a/n: hope this is okay! It is a bit long so I do apologize! :) -- this is considered a student teacher dynamic, but if you wanted an actual student teacher scenario you can always request again! <3

Your first week as an intern was your definition of hell.

Everyone basically hated each other. The interns were out for blood. They'd do anything for the next surgery.

But, who were you to judge; so were you. You'd do anything to get your hands on a surgery, especially one that the new attending was doing.

The new attending, Chishiya Shuntaro. Short, yet taller than everyone around him. His brown roots seeping through his dyed blonde hair--the two pieces of hair that swayed in front of his face almost annoyed you. Why wasn't he tucking them behind his ears??

Your resident sent you to the pit as soon as you entered the door, not giving yourself a proper chance to look at the surgeries on board. You could only pray it was nothing good.

You flipped through a patient's chart as you walked down the hall; studying the words. Your mind got interrupted by a group of interns running past you, as if they had somewhere to be.

You watched them run behind you, shuffling into a room. A room you identified as the gallery, which meant: a good fucking surgery.

Out of impulse you ran towards the door and walked in, seeing everyone staring intently into the OR.

With weathered brows you stood in front of the glass, looking down inside.

You were in disbelief. Dr. Chishiya was hands deep in the brain as an intern stood beside him, doing nothing but standing there and looking pretty.

Chishiya momentarily looked up to take a look at the gallery, in doing so, he made contact with your obvious angry expression.

He raised his brows at you before going back to what he was doing, the mask hiding his expression behind the fabric, and his hair was pulled back due to his surgery cap.

You didn't bother standing around, that surgery should've been yours and even Chishiya knew that.

You went back to the patient's room you were heading to before, doing what you were told like you always have been.

Hours had passed since then. The surgery was finished and the only reason you knew that was because everyone was talking about it.

"I can't believe he pulled that off--" You caught from a sentence as you walked past people down the hall.

"L/n." A voice called from behind you, a voice you had memorized in the back of your head.

You turned your head around, catching the eye of Chishiya.

You became quickly confused, why was he calling out for you? You could only think of the worst, maybe you had done something wrong.

"Hm?" You hummed, trying to sound disinterested as you turned to face him.

His hands were stuck deep inside his white coat, "Can we talk?" He asked, looking around.

"About what? I've done everything I've been asked so unless--" He cut off your words as he shook his head.

"It's about the surgery." His words made you raise your brows, but quickly furrowed them when you tried to think of why he needed to talk about that.

"Can we talk somewhere else? I've never been in a hospital that had so many ears." Chishiya asked, looking around once more. He seemed paranoid, but who could blame him.

Neither have you; a hospital with ears in every corner. It was concerning how everyone knew everyone's business.

"I guess." You shrugged, watching him as he entered the closest door; which happened to be a supply room.

He signaled you inside, making you step inside before him as he shut the door behind the both of you.

Before there was room for awkward silence, he got straight to the point. "I was going to give you the surgery." He spoke his words nonchalant as if he had no idea what that meant for you.

Your eyes widened, and he swore he saw them sparkle. "Seriously?" You asked, trying to be sure.

"Mhm," He hummed in confirmation, "But, I couldn't find you."

You scoffed in annoyance, "You're kidding. The one time I get the pit!" You groaned, rolling your eyes.

You didn't say anything more, merely stuck in your head asking yourself questions that couldn't be answered, except one, "Why me?"

"You're smart. You almost remind me of myself." He answered quickly, as if he already knew you were going to ask that. "Usually that's a bad thing. But, you made it seem--okay." He nodded on, his words sounding more and more less thought out.

You couldn't help but let your mind wander at what he said. Imagining a smaller Chishiya fighting for surgeries everyone wanted, probably winning most of the time.

"You have a big interest in what I do; I respect the way you observe the gallery. Your eyes are never on me, but the patient." He explained, his eyes locked onto you even when you avoided his gaze.

You crossed your arms as you made eye contact with him, "So--does that mean that the next surgery-" Before you could even finish, Chishiya almost laughed at your ignorance.

"No." He scoffed, "You still have to work for that." Chishiya smirked, watching your body language intently.

"That's just unfair." You stated, narrowing your eyes as you looked at him.

"Is it?"

"Yes, it is."

"Not when it's easy to get what you want."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, unhooking your arms from each other to straighten your balance.

"You're a smart girl. You get what you want, no matter what," He paused, looking you up and down. "So I've noticed."

You raised your brows at his compliment, "What else have you noticed, doctor?" Your words teased him as they fell from your mouth.

Chishiya couldn't tell if you did that on purpose, or it was you subconsciously flirting with your attending. "A lot." His voice was low and breathy as he spoke.

You couldn't help but crack a smile at his reply. Your smile must've been contagious because he let a smile of his own form on his lips.

You watched his feet as he took one step forward, his right hand pulling out of his coat to inch towards your face.

Your eyes quickly aimed up to look into his, watching as he watched his own hand push your hair behind your ear.

"You're different," Chishiya whispered, "You don't take shit from anyone, not even me--an attending." He rambled, fidgeting with your hair. "I'm someone who is supposed to be teaching you." His words came out in a whisper as his hand reached the back of your head.

In one swift motion his grip tightened on your hair, causing a moan to fall from your open mouth. With his grip he pushed you closer to him, your body flushed against his chest.

"You don't have much respect for me, do you?" He spoke with authority, clearly dominating you as his breath hit your face.

"You make it hard to." You answered honestly, looking up at him. Your hand fell to his wrist, hoping his grip wouldn't get tighter.

He looked at you with a raised brow, as if asking you to elaborate. And with a sigh, you did. "You're so.. nonchalant. You don't listen to anything anyone says. And every time someone answers your question--Fuck!" You groaned at the pain of his fingers tangled in your hair, your eyes starting to water as you looked at his face that was merely inches away from your own.

"Honesty will get you nowhere, not even in my pants." His voice fell much lower, hardly being able to hear his whispers.

"Sorry," You responded in the same tone, "It's better than the lies. I mean, what would happen if they heard about a fresh new intern getting dicked down by the new attending?" Your voice sounded fake, and forced into an innocent accent.

You could see the way your words affected him. His jaw tensed--as well as his grip, and his eyes couldn't even hold eye contact.

"What would happen if they weren't lying?" His lined lips turning into a smirk you hadn't seen before. His eyes finally going back to yours, studying the way you answered.

"Then you'd have to have one big ego to sleep with me." You raised a brow, eyeing his lips as if it was your next prey.

Chishiya took your words as a challenge, suddenly needing to prove that he in fact did, have a big ego.

His lips found yours in a hurried movement, teeth clinking together as he dominated your mouth.

You tripped on your own feet as you walked backwards, Chishiya's body trapping you between the shelf behind you.

The rattling of the shelf startled you, but you quickly put your attention back on the way his lips moved against yours. Your hands moved to his face, deepening the kiss with a soft moan.

The hand that was still stuffed in his pocket went to your waist, gripping at the flesh as he pushed himself farther into you.

You placed your hands on his shoulders for stability, but the feel of the fabric compared to his soft skin, almost annoyed you. You gripped onto the white coat, pushing the fabric farther down his arms.

When he noticed what you were doing, he released his grip from your body and helped you take it off and let it fall to the floor. He pulled away from the kiss to take off his shirt in one quick motion.

He noticed the way you looked at him, noticing his figure that he successfully hid under layers of clothes. You basically drooled at the sight, your face a deep red and your mouth agape as you stared intently.

"Turn around." He interrupted your thoughts with one simple task, which you quickly obliged to.

You turned around, taking off your shirt as well, leaving you in your black lace bra and pants.

You could hear the rustling of his scrubs as he stepped out of his pants. His hands quickly found their way around your waist, snaking up your stomach to your covered chest, softly squeezing at the flesh of your breasts.

You let a soft moan fall from your lips, his head resting on your shoulder as he kissed up your neck, "So pretty," He praised against your skin, nipping lightly at your ear lobe.

He snaked one hand back down your abdomen, finding its way beneath the waistband of your scrubs. His fingers dipped beneath the fabric of your panties and trailed down your freshly shaved pussy. He almost snickered at the feel of the short hairs brushing against his finger tips.

"Were you expecting to get laid, today?" He asked against your neck, looking down at his hand that was covered by your pants.

"Not by you." You answered. You shut your eyes to focus on the finger that slid through your folds, coating his fingers in your wet arousal.

"I bet you've thought about it." He smirked, picking his head up to watch your face, your head resting on his shoulder.

You furrowed your brows, your breath hitching at the way he circled your clit. "Mm, not really..." You whispered.

"Then why are you so wet, y/n?" The way he said your voice made you bite your lip, subconsciously grinding against his fingers; hoping they'd slip lower--which they did.

You couldn't help but moan at the feel of his fingers stretching you out, sliding into your entrance with ease with the help of your slick.

Your back arched into him, feeling the way his digits thrusted inside of you. You were in a moment of bliss and pure pleasure, your mind hazed and blank as you found yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Completely fogged in pleasure you almost didn't realize he had stopped, "No--no... Keep.." You tried to beg for him to keep going, your words coming out hushed and soft as you spoke.

"You're pathetic." He whispered, unhooking his arms from around your body.

You whined in reply. "Bend over." He said, watching as you wasted no time bending over one of the shelves.

"Oh, so you can listen?" He snickered, looking down on your body, enjoying his view.

"Shut up," You grumbled under your breath, as if you were too hesitant to speak out loud.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants, pulling them down as well as your underwear.

He grabbed onto the fat of your ass, pulling it in a direction that spread your folds, biting his lip at the sight of you.

"You know," He chuckled, grinding his clothed cock against your body. "Someone could walk in.. 'n see you bent over for me." His words came out sharp but broken as if he was holding back moans of his own.

All you did was roll your eyes in reply. You hadn't exactly thought about that, but the more it invaded your mind; the more it made this a bit more exciting.

"That turned you on didn't it?" He teased.

"Not as much as it turned you on." You smirked, feeling the way his cock twitched in his boxers.

Chishiya groaned, "You've got a big mouth, you know." His patience slowly fading as you rubbed your ass against him.

"It comes in handy." You replied, clearly finding this situation amusing.

He almost laughed at your comment, but held himself back to remove his boxers. He freed his cock from the confinements, feeling the cold air hit his body.

Without another thought, he found your entrance, sliding his tip in with ease, watching as he stretched you out.

"Oh, shit.." You whimpered, letting your forehead fall onto the shelf.

"You're still--?" You moaned, your legs already weakening beneath you when you felt him continue to go deeper and deeper.

"Sorry, I know you're not used to big dicks." He had a grin plastered on his face, enjoying the smart ass comments he could come up with.

You always found a way to second guess him, which made him second guess himself. It almost infuriated him the way you spoke, but he had to admit; it was a smart way of making yourself look smarter. Nonetheless, you were the only intern that actually got their work done.

He finally bottomed out inside you with a short grunt, your velvet walls pulsating around him. He threw his head back to the feel of your warm embrace, his breathing becoming heavy before he could even start.

"Move," You groaned, clenching your hands into fists; trying to keep yourself together. "Please!" You begged.

He nodded, even though you couldn't see it before pulling out of you. He left the tip inside before pushing back into you, going faster with each thrust to try and find his rhythm.

Your eyes were forced shut due to the pleasure, his grip on your hips tightening and surely leaving marks in its place. You weren't sure how much longer you could last. You didn't want it to be an embarrassingly short amount of time, but you weren't sure if you could help it.

"You're not gonna last are you?" He asked through his moans. His movements getting faster, the small room being filled with sounds of skin slapping skin and the pornographic noises of your mixed moans.

You shook your head, not having the energy to form words. Your mouth opening, but unable to form audible sounds.

"I guess I finally shut you up." He groaned. He couldn't help himself but be a smart ass one last time before he could feel his own orgasm approach.

"Come on, you got it." He egged your orgasm on as the familiar knot in your stomach tightened.

"Mm..." You whimpered, pushing yourself deeper onto his cock with each thrust.

With one loud moan, you came undone on his cock. You wanted to ride out your orgasm a bit more before stopping, but Chishiya had other ideas.

He quickly pulled out of you, "Get on your knees." He whispered, not having the energy to be louder.

With weak knees, you turned around and fell to your knees, finally being face to face with his long cock.

He grabbed a handful of your hair to tilt your head back, he didn't need to speak for you to know to open your mouth. With a moan of consent, he sank his dick slowly into your mouth.

He felt heavy on your tongue, looking up at him as you tried to take him all but gagging once he hit the back of your throat. You took the rest of him in your hand, wrapping your lips around him and began bobbing your head.

"Just like that." He groaned, holding the back of your head as he watched your cheeks hollow around him.

He was already close before, so it didn't take long until his orgasm approached once again.

You could feel the way his cock twitched in your mouth. You tried to take as much as you could before you felt splurts of cum go down your throat.

You thought he would've stopped, but he suddenly got too ahead of himself and fucked himself deeper into your throat.

You moaned against him, causing him to finally pull out with a groan.

"You okay?" He sighed, bending down to put back on his clothes.

"I'll get back to you on that.." You breathed heavily, still sat on your heels.

You didn't really feel like getting up, not even sure if you could. Just the thought of standing made your knees hurt.

Once he slid on his shirt, you finally made your attempt to stand. You moaned at the feel but quickly overcame it to slide on your clothes.

"Fix your hair before you leave, yeah?" Chishiya grinned before making his exit.

You rolled your eyes, still unable to fully catch your breath as you brushed your fingers through your hair.

As much as you hate to admit it; you hoped this wasn't just a one time thing.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

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kingofthe-egirls · 1 year ago

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Hello! Could you write trafalgar x reader where trafalgar just want to fck y/n using his tongue and finger and nothing else? Hehehe.

I've been looking for that kind of au but i can't find any. Please?

Thank you if you ever write it. 🤗❤️

omg yes don't mind if i do

SPEAK: LAW x Y/N

(cw: kitten/kitty nickname, soft dom!law, sunburn, Master nickname for Law, pussy slaps, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation)

(a/n: "Pain Management" by @thus-spoke-lo has fantastic Law smut!)

Songs: "Jenny" by Walk the Moon, "Hot Pot Commander" by WEDNESDAY CAMPANELLA

words: 1.2k

Law's staring at you again.

You can feel his gaze like cold iron on your spine. You shiver, and stand to take a shower. The Polar Tang is surface-side, bobbing slowly in the waves as the rest of the crew get in some much needed sunshine. Vitamin D is a scarcity, as part of the Heart Pirates.

Law follows you.

He sets his News Coo down on the crate beside him, uncrossing long, snow leopard legs as he stands. You swallow, pretending not to see him out of the corner of your eye, or hear him pad softly along the hallway after you. He's sneering, you can tell.

"Shambles."

Suddenly, the air is a sieve and you're no longer standing on your own two feet. Law has repositioned you in his arms, bridal style, and is shortly kicking open his office door to lay you down unceremoniously on his scattered desk. Papers and charts crinkles under your weight.

"Wait, Law--!"

"Shut up," he hisses, smile curving his luscious lips. He skims his slender, slightly cool fingers up the sides of your legs. His tattoos are shadowed in the room's dim light. Your captain is leering at you like a jungle cat. You shrink, under his gaze.

"I was gonna--," you start to protest, start to say you haven't shaved, you're dirty, your deodorant is at least a day old--but Law hushes you with a finger to your lips. He shakes his head.

"Lemme take care of ya, kitty cat."

You close your mouth, your teeth clicking as your jaw shuts. Law is wearing his yellow hoodie, sleeves rolled up over his jeans.

He sets his hat down behind him on the chair, before kneeling in front of you. "Always teasing me," he murmurs, curling his fingers into the elastic waistband of your shorts. They're soft, and sorta see-through.

You scrunch your nose. "Not on purpose--,"

"Mm hmm," he tuts, tongue rolling smoothly over his bottom lip. His eyes are a deep brown, swirled with chestnut and chocolate. He smells like spearmint. "Speak when spoken to, kit cat."

Nervously, you nod.

Law's dom persona is sweet, if condescending. His punishments never truly hurt, and his rewards are always worth their weight in gold. His hair is scruffy, and you gingerly reach out to touch it.

He allows this, smiling with his eyes closed. He tilts his head, letting you scratch through his sweaty scalp.

Law slides his hoodie off in a smooth, fluid motion: pulling it over his head with one hand. His skin is slightly pale, still not used to the sun, as you stroke the sunburns on his cheeks, his nose, his shoulders. The almond honey has been tinged cherry red, and you coo over the slight flakiness of his poor, sunburned skin.

Law swats your hands away.

"I'll put aloe on it later," he says, gruff. He never likes when you fuss over him, the solemn doctor much preferring to fuss over himself. You smile, rolling your eyes slightly. But you don't speak.

Good girls get rewards.

Law smugly stares at you, almost baiting you to speak first. You roll in your lips, waiting for him. He nods, once, before sliding your shorts all the way down your legs. "Good kitten," he says, pressing kisses up your thighs as he settles between them. You shove your own shirt up over your tits, and he snickers. Law palms at your sensitive breasts, swiping at your hardened nipples with a dexterous thumb.

"So, my little girl's always so good at taking Master's cock," he hums his filth into the skin of your inner thigh, long lashes drifting dark above his angled cheekbones. "Let's try something new."

Law wastes no time in spreading you open, two fingers splaying out your pussy lips as he surveys you with a predator's eye. He licks his lips. "So pretty, kitten," he praises you, before bowing his head to start licking his way inside you. You arch, moaning as your doctor pleasures you.

"C-captain!"

Law stops.

You clamp your mouth shut, the nickname having sprung from your lips full force and uncontained.

Law tuts, shaking his head from side to side.

"I thought I told you the rules, kitten," he smacks your pussy harshly, once. The sting is slightly sharp, but the clenches that follow are soo sweet. You croon, biting your lip to keep quiet. Law rubs your vulva, placing his palm over your mound to try and soothe the sting.

"Next time I won't be so kind," he warns, arching a sharp eyebrow.

You nod, sweet as can be, before spreading your legs wider and letting him dive back in, face first. Law laps at your clit slowly, steadily, as he takes his time with you. Law has already spent hours upon hours mapping your body, seeing what sounds you make and why. He's perfected the art of making you orgasm, studying you like his favorite toy. You let him.

Law wraps his arms around your legs, lifting them higher so he has better access to your slit. He plunges his tongue inside, swirling it around as he slurps up your juices. Doesn't take much for him to get you sopping wet--especially when he's like this.

Your captain takes care of you, circling his thumb on your clit, pressing hard and then laying off, over and over again as he tongues at your g-spot. It's not long before you're cumming all over him. His beard is soaked with your slick, and he quickly stuffs his long, slender fingers inside you to start fluttering at your velvet walls. You clench, over and over again, as you shiver through the release.

You gasp, stuttering out his name. "L-Law!!!" You don't care if he slaps your cunt again, it feels good anyway, and you're tired of holding in your sounds. Law snickers, but doesn't stop.

His fingers crook up inside you, swiping at the spot inside you that makes you cum. His lips suck at your clit, wrapping around your button with soft plushness that you can never get enough of. He hums into your slit, speeding up his fingers as his lips increase their suction. He plays with you like he's a fucking vibrator.

"Nngh--fuck!" You squeal, curving forward around your lover's head. His tongue is smacking and slurping at your sensitive bud, stimming you all the way to the edge and over. You're pushing him off you with both hands, without even thinking about it.

"Sweetheart?" Law asks, eyes wide. He's panting, and so are you. You shake your head, but just so he'll let you catch your breath. He strokes his long hands over your shins. His touch is sweet, soft as snow. Slick from your arousal, too.

"Sorry," you hiccup, breath slowly cooling down with your racing heartbeat, "Overstimmed."

Law nods, before standing to scoop you up in his arms. He sits back in the desk chair, scooting his hat over to the side. He sticks it on your head, all soft and fuzzy, as he nuzzles your face with his nose. You sigh, leaning into his shoulder. "Thanks, daddy."

"Love you, y/n-ya," and then, "Good job."

"Master's proud?"

"So proud of you, sweetheart." His nicknames usually bear the callousness of his sweet condescension, like a rose-red wine, but now he says them with sincerity. They slip down your throat like honey, and you swallow up as much as you can.

"Shower," you mumble, and Law quickly shambles the both of you to the ship's bathhouse.

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akkivee · 5 months ago

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ik i’m not that stage btch but i’m going to pretend i am for a second and do this thread of questions lmao

1. so far, which stage play is your favourite and why??

mine is bb vs dh actually lol!!!!! ofc canon’s btch prefers the more canon stages lol but i also really love how they handled dh’s emotional beats

like!!!!! the rosho vs ichiro as produced by sasara is top tier stage moments!!!!! sasara revealing that rei was on his team and the disbelief on ichiro’s face???? and the way ichiro hit him with that yung thug look when sasara started pry???? sasara being that asshole and setting up the entire fight, cheering on rosho like his personal cheerleader???? rosho demanding (ichiro) to stop look acting like he’s just some side piece/stepping stone to sasara and that’s when ichiro properly looked at rosho, impressed as hell and that’s when their true battle started???? except sasara, the orchestrator may i remind you, could see both rosho and ichiro genuinely getting into it for the thrill of a good battle so he put a stop to it???? AND ROSHO FINALLY CALLING SASARA OUT ON HIS BULLSHIT????? AND SASARA TRIED TO APOLOGISE BUT ROSHO WASNT HAVING IT AND STORMED OFF????? AND SASARA LOOKING AT HIS FAN WHERE THE CHARACTER FOR LAUGH IS WRITTEN ON IT TO REMIND HIMSELF TO SMILE THRU IT ALL BUT HE GENUINELY CANT AND EXITS STAGE LEFT TEARFULLY ohhhhhh i’ve already written an essay and it’s only the first question let me stop lol

2. who's your favourite actor in the first generation cast? (including actors who were recast before graduation) does your favourite actor play your favourite character, or are they different?

i feel like fav actor implies i cared/knew of any of these actors before hypstage which would be very false lmao. but akira-san was a real one and fck nelke for taking his ichiro away from us, ayukawa-san was so adorable and friendly and it made his jakurai genuinely adorkable and fck nelke for making him cry, and hirono-san i will not shut up about if you get me started and fck nelke genuinely 😌

3. which stage original division is your favourite? who is your favourite original division character?

uhhh i think it’s a toss up between north bastard and d4. i love kazu so much y’all don’t even know lmao he’s ichiro’s very own unami; childhood friend who loves him very dearly (*grips heart* i…..icchan….) but has a complicated family situation that drives him to do bad things and he does his best to make sure ichiro stays out of his way bc he doesn’t want to hurt him by doing said bad things but ichiro is stronger than that stronger than him and it makes kazu want to step up so he can stand on the same stage as ichiro again AUUUUUUUUUUUGH KAZUUUUUUU—

and d4 being written as characters from the worst sides of tdd is so ingenious bro wtf 😭😭😭😭 ibuki’s drive for revenge for his older brother vs the side of him that’s just a really nice guy???? arima’s unmatched violence and the way they portrayed it as a weapon with focus???? jyobu being so into ill doc the assassin and therefore never letting sensei forget his roots???? rindo being the og chuuoku spy and therefore ramuda’s discarded predecessor???? bruh 😭😭😭😭😭😭

4. did you watch any of the 1st gen cast seiyuu x haiyuu division leader cross talks? which was your favourite?

i watched all of them and went out of my way to record the hayama✖️hirono one bc i’m very not normal about it lmao

5. did you watch any of the new cast seiyuu x haiyuu division cross talks? which was the best for you?

i watched all of them and i watch the bat one what feels like every other week lmao. i also watch the mtc one religiously lmao

6. which rep lives did you watch? which one was your favourite, and what performances or moments did you enjoy from them?

this is completely my fault but i watched all the rep lives except dh’s SFHDASGJKDAAGHJFS gomen 😭😭😭😭😭 my favourite ones were bb for its short story, bat for the performances and mtr for all around best lol. everyone’s best songs came out from the rep lives tho i hope y’all know lol

i remember loading up the mtr stream and i could tell even from being behind the screen the energy in that venue was kinda crazy and the actors were all feeding off of it which gave us some really fantastic performances lol. also 😭😭😭😭 dohifu playing around with jakurai in an adlib scene where ayukawa thru sensei confessed it’d been a very long time since someone goofed off with him like that and he could barely get the sentence out bc he was trying to not laugh and stay in character uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…………

it’s so hard talking about hirono kuukou without feeling like i’ll explode the moment i start lol but his energy levels reaching a frenzied peak where he shouted NAGOYAAAAAAAAAAA until he blacked out mid song kinda leaves an impression on you and how much he loved the role lol

that bb story was so funny lmao hey siri play ‘can’t keep it cool’ by takano akira for how badly ichiro panicked at the thought saburo got a girlfriend and how he roped jiro into pretending he’s the princess of aoyama so he could practice leaving a good impression on her (even tho saburo DID NOT get a girlfriend and quite literally broke down into tears bc his brothers are stupid and it overstimulated tf out of him lol)

7. favourite song and character from track.1:

KAZUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU and my fav song is actually buster bros vs mad trigger crew vs north bastard lol. idk like, that first stage was incredible for a lot of reasons and one of those was showing how masterful the stage is juggling storylines and character beats, depicting the rap battles and all to some banger music

8. favourite song and character from track.2:

*jinpanchi voice* JINPACHI lol he’s my lightning meow meow 🥺🥺🥺 and my fav songs were blast wolf and asakusa bounce!!!!! i attempted to learn blender for the first time after watching ayukawa jakurai dance in that song, i wanted to immortalise that choreographed lean that happens in the song it’s so hhhrrghffgggnnffrff

🎶SEISEI DOUDOU MAKKOU SHOUBU ASAKUSA ONIGAWARA BOMBERSSSSS🎶

SEIYA🙌SOIYA 🙌ASAKUSA 🙌SEIYA 🙌SOIYA 🙌ASAKUSA 🙌ONI 🙌GAWA🙌 RA 🙌HAH!!!!!!!!

EVERY TIME THAT SONG ROLLS UP ON THE PLAYLIST ITS FIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

9.favourite song and character from track.3:

i like danjo lol i think he’s horrible and funny!!!! his song i think also stands out to me in that play as well

10.favourite song and performance (and character i guess lol) from track.4:

i uh, don’t really remember any songs in track 4 and i also hate track 4’s main theme *wheeze* i like ramuda in track 4 tho!!! like that is a mean ramuda lol and i always respect someone who tries to make everyone as miserable as they are when provoked lol shout out to jakurai being the actual villain in that play

OH YEAH and who can forget come back to me!!!!! troy bolton wishes he had the power samatoki does in his longing for nemu song lmao

AND WAIT THE PLAY IS COMING BACK TO ME NOW LOL THE SEXY JUTO SONG FT RIO THAT WAS SUCH A BANGER BRO

11.favourite song and character from track.5:

fav character is probably rindo??? or maybe jyobu???? arima deciding gun violence solves everything is so funny tho but ibuki’s ichiro foil-ness is really peak i—

as for songs, uhhhhhhhh all of the themes???? king of kings is peak jailbreak rock like bruh and shout out to the revolution still gives me chills track 5 bro 😩🤌 immaculate work

12.favourite song, performance and moments from DH vs BB:

pls refer to the first question for my answer lmao but i can also add i really liked the reirosho talk date number. i’ve always liked that scene in canon, where rei opens up a little bit to rosho and they both are vulnerable towards each other and getting it in song and dance form with a hell of a lot of jazz was sick lol

13.favourite song, performance and moments from BAT VS M:

i don’t revisit this play much lol but i love the scene where jyushi gets separated from kuukou after they raid fragrance and jyushi has his very own shinjuku meltdown LOL. i also really liked kuukou seeing the error of his ways and in order to fix them, he decides to act like the villain he very well could be lol but jyushi the goober wrecks that vibe and hits him with the funniest kuukou impersonation LOL

14.favourite song, performance and moments from FP vs MTC:

BIZZARE DINNER FT DICE BIZARRE DINNER BI BI BIZARRE DINNER 🎶 FINALLY THE RIODICE CRUMBS THE ACTORS HAD BEEN SEEDING OUT THEMSELVES CAME THRU LOL

15.have you seen New Encounter yet? what did you think of it? who is your favourite new cast member? do they play your favourite character or someone else? what new song do you like most?

i liked new encounter!!!! i haven’t rewatched it since my first few initial watch thrus tho so i can’t remember the music all that well save for the OI OI OI parts in bat’s song and the way nakanishi-san gave it his all to fill the hole hirono kuukou left behind is commendable!!!! but the mtc actors kinda stole the show lol that samajuto cigarette kiss??? the way uehara samatoki beckoned juto over with a grunt and the tilt of his head so he could light em up???? samariou bonding in a different way from canon but hits even harder????

ik it was everyone’s first stage back and it kinda showed but there were plenty of moments that made you think ‘oh they still got it actually’ lol

16.are you going to watch grateful cypher? what do you hope to see from it?

YEAH and i’m most curious about kuukou’s writing as y’know, your local kuukou enthusiast and stalker lol. seven divisions is a lot tho, so i hope there’s focus!!! they know who they want to challenge and they pull thru on it while still feeling like there is enough pie for everyone lol

17.favourite actor, song and character from Renegades of Female:

ALL OF THEM ARE QUEENS and i’m fond of the oriwomen!!!! like i can’t really say i liked the music lol??? i did but i also didn’t lol they were bops but they sang so much but the songs were catchy god why did they sing tho the callbacks tho in nemu’s songs were so powerful otome’s could rally soldiers honobono like yaaaaaasssssss the singing tho—

18.what made you a fan of hypstage? have you ever attended a show in person (or plan to) or watched a live stream?

i’m pretty sure i’ve watched at least one stream for each show except track 5 (i was off the grid) and dh rep live (IM SORRY) i don’t plan to go to jp to watch one either, unless these new gen actors somehow blow my mind in ways the legends era never did. but that’s a tall order bc the legends era defined so much of the characters despite not being canon. it was fun seeing the way the stage grew and how the actors grew into the characters and how it kept evolving until that era’s end

2019 hypmic’s clowned on the stage upon initial announcement bc what story could they possibly tell. well lmao!!!!! track 1 set the story straight and that’s when i knew the stage had magic 😭😭😭😭

19.do you own or collect any hypstage merch? what's your favourite? what confuses you to this day? what's your holy grail item?

not really lol. i own all the dvds in season 1 and track 5 but none of season 2 (which is tragic bc i enjoyed season 2 far more 😭😭😭). i did splurge a little after bop2023 bc i believe in retail therapy lol and i care about them so much 🥺🥺🥺

does hypstage have freaky merch??? or is this bait to talk about the hypstage plastic wrap WHICH IS INGENIOUS BTW

20.have you followed any past or current actors from hypstage and seen their other work? what did you think?

i follow hirono-san wherever i can lol he’ll always be a kuukou and therefore i’ll support him 😌 i also poke around the nmcd actors works and maybe bc he’s such good friends with hirono-san, i often see fukuzawa yuu in my media too lol (he dropped a killer ep recently by the way outside of his usual group y’all should check it out)

(and watch nanashi while you’re at it it’s peak fiction lol)

21.what are your thoughts about the new original division, WESTEND-MAFIA (hachioji division)?

sick designs!!!!! as much as i hate seeing the echoes of the old oridivis lol!!!! i’m excited to see what they cook since they haven’t missed with these oridivis yet lol

22.are there any characters you wish interacted with each other more in the stage plays (or even between the stage and main canons)?

pls go back to my kazu answer from question 3 and tell me that’s not just kuukou rebranded for the stage lol. a best friend who left but suddenly reappeared??? will do anything for family??? admires ichiro’s strength and wants to stand with him on stage again??? snake imagery???? had a really fcking gay duet with ichiro????? i’m so sick they never got to interact together like yeah i get it hypmic is the samatoki ichiro show so everything’s gotta lead back to their dynamic hence why we were getting another stage with north bastard and mtc (and fp lol) but north bastards’s initials are nb and their unifying symbol were green bandanas and green is red’s complimentary colour IT WAS SO OBVIOUS NORTH BASTARD STOLE NAUGHTY BUSTERS FLOW BRO AT LEAST LET KUUKOU AND KAZU HANG OUT LOL

i’m also really sad jakurai and jinpachi never saw each other after their fall out 😕

23.is there an event in the main canon (that is, the audio drama tracks) you hope they cover in the stage plays that hasn't been depicted yet?

i wonder lol!!!! i would have loved a leaders play to balance out having a tdd play in the legends era and ig i can still ride with one now!!!! but where canon’s at with its story makes me grateful the stage rebooted bc i personally couldn’t have seen how the stage would have adapted post 2nd drb stuff with its notable lack of women and the division beef resolving itself

maybe we can get the honobono hifumi doppo dynamic in stage tho!!!! get a proper nemu and samatoki duet!!!! lol do me a solid and have samatoki and ichijiku fight over nemu we got possibilities now with proper women

24.or do you prefer when the stages have their own, separate storylines and canon? if so, what kind of story do you want to see one day?

that’s a great question lol and one i don’t think i have an answer for. like the stage thrives in a state of non-canonicity but it drives me insane that there’s a subsection of hypmic fans who look at stage kuukou and don’t see how self-immolating he can be for others and have no reason to suspect he is. he’s the coolest and most shallow version of kuukou but that’s their canon and i genuinely hate it lmao

i’m a little partial to these quasi canon stories tho!!!! like i don’t think we would have ever seen nemu rise to her current rank without the stage so it’s neat to see the stage get utilised in that way. i’m personally interested in worldbuilding details no one else would be unless they were balls deep with no plans to pull out lol so the stage can keep surprising me there

<<< FREE SPACE TO TALK ABOUT WHATEVER HYPSTAGE OR HYPSTAGE-RELATED THING YOU WANT I WILL LISTEN, NOD IN SAGE AGREEMENT, AND HIT THE LIKE ON YOUR REPLY NO MATTER WHAT >>>

I AM SO MAD WE NEVER GOT ANOTHER FULL ALBUM FOR THE LEGENDS ERA THE SECOND SEASON OF MUSIC WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN SEASON ONE BUT THE ONLY WAY TO GET THEM IS TO RIP THEM OFF THE CDS THAT COME WITH A BLU-RAY OR RECORDING THEM FROM THE PERFORMANCE ITSELF LIKE KUUKOUS SOLO AFAIK WAS NOT ON ANY CD SO YOUD HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE LIVE VERSION AND ITS SAD WE DONT GET ALL THOSE SONGS STUDIO VERSIONS ON ONE MEGA ALBUM I HATE NELKE SO MUCH WHERES MY EASILY ACCESSIBLE TO STREAM OSAKA BILLION DREAMS GODDAMMIT

25.who has the coolest mic onstage? silliest? most lethal?

i like that asakusa’s mics were all based on oni lore lol like jinpachi had an oni’s spiky club, doshiro had an oni axe and masamune fits in the silliest with a sake cup mic since oni are also known to love drinking lol

i also think kokuri’s drill mic was also silly lol and it’s so funny nobody knows why he has it

and most lethal??? gotta be arima’s gun right lol????

#this is vee speaking #here take this from me and remember me as the girl who thinks there’s a different universe where ikebukuro division would have been nb #naughty busters feat ichiro kuukou and kazu and jiro and saburo would have been whisked away by rei when he came calling #bc their bond as brothers was hurt when ichiro chose kazu and kuukou and not them #and ikebukuro division is still a team grappling with their familial bonds since kuukou knows he has a father to eventually return to #and kazu is doing dirty work to help his father but all three are trying to be better people for their family—#(and kuukou is lowkey the 3gumi in this dynamic despite being 2gumi but shhhhhh)

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lildrabbles · 1 year ago

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Chapter 8: Poptarts for Breakfast

2007! Raph x Reader

A/N: GUYS IM LITERALLY SO SORRY I HAVNT UPDATED THIS I JUST KINDA FORGOT ABOUT IT AND NEVER GOT AROUND TO IT AND WHEN I DID I COULDNT THINK OF WHAT TO WRITE AND I HAD TO STUDY FOR SOME TESTS AND IT WAS JUST AHHHHH BUT IM BACK!!

Warnings: Swearing as per usual

Tag list: @xnorthstar3x

When you woke up, you were laid down on the couch with the blanket tangled between your legs. You glanced around, rubbing your eyes to unblur your them. You were just about to panic about where you were before you remembered about last night. You slumped back down on the couch before hearing a voice.

“Morning, sleepyhead!!” The orange-banded turtle greeted you. “We have poptarts for breakfast! Or cereal! Or pizza!”

You chuckled a little, sheepishly brushing the bed head out of your face. “I'll just have a poptart, thanks..” You yawned and stood up, folding the blanket back up to not be rude. Mikey threw you a poptart, and to your surprise, you actually caught it. You laughed a little. “Thanks, Mikey.”

“Of course bro!” He smiled as he chomped on some leftover pizza.

“Hey, um, where's the bathroom?” You asked, awkwardly smiling.

He grinned and pointed you in the direction you needed to go. You thanked him and headed that way, before stopping in your tracks when you heard grunting (get yo mind outta the gutter, it's already occupied with mine).

You peaked inside the room you were passing to see Raph doing push ups.

You stared for a minute before you heard him scoff without looking up.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You blushed and fully stepped in. “Sorry, I was um.. looking for the bathroom.”

He looked over at you and raised a brow. “Well, this aint the bathroom. It's the one beside this room.”

You nodded and sheepishly laughed. “Yeah, I need to get home after this anyway, because I don't have any extra clothes or a toothbrush or anything. My breath probably reeks right now.”

He shrugged. "You really think I'll be bothered by that? I hafta live in the sewers for God's sake, let alone live with Mikey."

You giggled a little. "I guess.. but what about clothes?"

He sighed before standing up. "I have an old shirt you can use… I never really wear it, cuz well I don't need it. I also have some jogging pants too," Raph led you out of the room and to what must have been his bedroom.

It was a decent sized tunnel that was sectioned off with a curtain, with a sign that read “get lost” beside it. You chuckled.He rustled around for a minute beside his makeshift bed, before throwing an oversized AC/DC shirt and a black pair of joggers at you.

You caught it before it hit the floor, and grasped it in your hands. "Thank you, Raph. I'll go change in the bathro-"

Raph held his hand up. "No it's fine, I'll get outta your hair and you can change in here.. i-if you want."

You giggle a little and nod. "Okay, sure."

He lets out a small laugh, before leaving and making sure the curtain gave you the privacy you needed. You looked around, and sat on his bed. It was really creaky, assuming from it being overly stuffy down in the sewers.

You took a last glance to the curtain, before starting to change. You moved quickly, just in case one of Raph's brothers came in without realising. Little did she know was Raph right outside of the room to make sure that exact thing didn't happen.

When you were done, you pulled the curtain back, holding your pile of clothes. You jumped when you saw Raph right there. "Jesus, what the fck?!"

He let out a snicker. "You really are jumpy arentcha?"

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up… you don't happen to have a bag I could put my clothes in could you?"

He thought for a minute before walking around you back into his room, before he threw a fabric bag at you. He chuckled when you playfully glared at him, shoving your clothes in the bag.

"Are you.. leaving?" Raph asked, not looking at you as he walked up beside you.

You shrug. "I could stay for a little bit if that's okay?" You ask looking up at him.

He smiled a little. "Yeah, okay. You workout?"

"Uh…" you smiled sheepishly

#raphael x reader #tmnt #2007 raph #tmnt x reader #raph x reader #raphael #2007 raphael x reader #2007 tmnt

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years ago

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can i wish good morning, evening, afternoon, night to the lil bird?

morning cuddles and sleep well kisses.

fck the illness, doc needs tlc

He's always gone by morning.

And its getting on your last nerve. Mal was a saint in every other aspect of your relationship- something you didn't quite expect from the one who's been following you home for months, but you made your peace with once it was clear he would be a permanent entity in your life. Weekly check ups, breakfast waiting for you on the table, long chats well into the eve. These moments were times you wouldn't trade for anything, but there was one issuse separating the two of you.

Intimacy.

Mal has never touched you for long, the current record being roughly two minutes. You have never experienced skin to skin contact with him and likely never would. You understood this was due to his illness, as vague as he was about it - but you still longed for some resemblance of domestic bliss. It was driving you mad, and you could tell he felt the same pain. There were times he lost himself in the moment and reached out to touch you, just to pull away before either of your needs could be met. He declared his undying love to you in every way imaginable without taking that final step. And tonight you were going to cross that bridge for him.

"Goodnight, Dove." Mal tucks your blankets up to your shoulder and fluffs your pillow, placing two fingers where his lips should be and setting them against yours. For this ritual, he swapped his usual leather gloves for a lacey pair just a hair thinner. It was the closest you'd ever gotten to a real kiss or feeling his skin. You could see and even feel the protruding veins along the flesh of his palms.

"Night"

He heads over to his side of the room and climbs in bed, turning away from you as he lifts his mask and removes the same pair of glasses beneath. He puts them on the nightstand and turns off the lamp, facing you as he lies down.

"Do you have any preferences for breakfast?"

You remain quiet, shutting your eyes and breathing through your mouth to simulate sleeping. You hear him shift around in bed.

"Have you fallen asleep already? I suppose being so enchanting can be taxing on a person. Sleep well, my love."

Mal gets comfortable and attempts to fall asleep himself. With how much work he does and the physical tax his condition takes, the doctor is out like a light. You wait a couple more minutes before creeping out of bed and over to his to check. Mal was a surprisingly heavy sleeper, but you wanted nothing jeopardizing your palm.

After flicking his nose and poking various areas of his body, you consider it save to climb in. You get in his bed and snuggle up to his side, resting your head on his shoulder. He leans into your embrace, the hand resting over his chest shifting onto yours. It was just normal tossing and turning, but you like to think that it's his body unconsciously giggling in to what he needs. You kiss the tip of his beak and fall asleep for the first time in a while without trouble.

Mal wakes up to the bleeding sunlight scorching his eyes. The left side of his body feels heavy and his neck is sweaty. He could've sworn he took another dosage of medication before heading to bed. He tries to get up, but can't. Upon inspection he finds that the fluid isn't sweat - it's drool, and the weight on his chest was not from his body failing on him. He fights back a scream as your eyes open. You wipe the sleep from them and kiss his cheek.

"Good morning."

The lens of his mask fog as he hyperventilates. "Y/n? What on earth are you doing here? How long have you been here?"

"Since you fell asleep."

"Since I- Good God, Y/n. That's roughly seven hours you've been in contact. We have to get you to my office."

You yank him back down as he tries to get up. "Five more minutes...."

"Five more minutes?!" Mal hates to raise his voice, but his anxiety levels are through the roof. "You could be dead in five minutes, Y/n. Or much worse. Please, this is serious."

"So am I. You say you love me, but you feel so distance. We sleep in different beds for christ sake. I know you want to protect me, but we've been living together for months. Don't you want this too?"

Of course he does. It was all he ever dreamed of, but it was too dangerous. You grab his hand, locking your fingers with his. They're so cold, completely draining your skin of warmth - but you don't mind. Mal struggles to breath as you bring it to your cheek, trying so hard not to give in to your embrace.

"Just five minutes.. Please Mal."

Mal lays back down, thankful for his mask's aid to hide his tears. Five minutes. That's all this would be. He had to let you go once they were up.

If that were true, then why did he stay by your side until the sun had set in a different part of the sky.

#Mal my oc #Yandere plague doctor #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere fluff #soft yandere #yandere drabble

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cruesuffix · 2 months ago

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What I'm wondering is how the crüe would react to Mick like, blowing up on them. Like he's had a particularly shitty day and everyone is running around and screaming and breaking shit and he finally snaps at them.

this has so much potential to be angsty as hell and…you know me, i love angst. ofc i have zero angst credentials but seeing as though im headcanon girl, i’ll try my hand at it!

i’ll call this one: mick mars’ thirteenth reason

- let’s say his day starts off on the wrong foot. maybe he has a headache, maybe it’s a bad AS flare up. perhaps he spilt coffee on himself. or he’s just incredibly tired. he’s just having a tough time and all he wants to do is get to the studio, record his parts and go back home.

- maybe it gets worse as soon as he leaves the house; someone cuts him off in traffic, he almost gets into an accident, the roads are busy and it’s taking him an awfully long time to get to the studio. everything that could go wrong does and he’s at his wits end. by the time he gets to the studio he’s stewing in his anger. still, he tries to just take a deep breath and chill out.

- he walks in and notices literally everyone’s in the studio. for some reason vince is there, and he usually never stays behind to watch the rest of them do their tracks. it doesn’t bother him. he can only nod in acknowledgment, not bothering to say a word. then…it starts. nikki is already hounding him about some song. even though they’ve already rehearsed the song like a thousand times, nikki now wants to change a certain riff. he pushes down any retort he wants to make, simply gritting his teeth and nodding. tommy’s being his loud self. it’s annoying, but not even for mick to say anything about it. that’s just the way he is, there’s nothing he can do.

- maybe the boiling point happens from certain factors; the producer wants vince to redo vocals for a song because it apparently wasn’t his best work, so now he has to wait just to start on his guitar tracks. maybe the headache he had earlier that morning comes back as he has to listen to vince sing the same line over and over again. when he finally does start his tracks, nikki gets particularly annoying about his playing. then, maybe tommys starts getting too loud. maybe they all start talking at him, and he’s so overstimulated by the multiple voices talking at him that he just snaps.

- adding this in last minute, but even more interesting: what if it was backstage before a show?? everyone’s so loud in anticipation of another great gig and for some reason micks nerves are shot and he’s not drunk enough to handle everyone partying and being obnoxious, breaking shit, yelling…you know the usual crue activities (at least if we’re talking 80’s era crue). maybe he yells at everyone to shut the fuck up and then for the next few minutes they have left before they get onstage, everyone’s just silent. you can hear a pin drop…and then it’s time to hit the stage. would be interesting if everyone can feel the tension even while they’re onstage. how this would be resolved is up to you because i literally just though about this two seconds before posting it and i don’t have a resolution to this idea yet!

-anyways, back to the show!

- now…mick is a calm person. the band has never even heard him raise his voice! sure, he’s lectured them a dozen times (which always falls on deaf ears)…but he’s never shouted at them, let alone yelled at them. but he is now, though. he almost blacks out in pure rage, he doesn’t necessarily remember what he even says to the guys, he’s sure he probably yelled at them to shut the fck up that’s for sure!

- the band…is speechless. mouths almost hanging open. they don’t even know what to say. they just watch as mick finishes yelling at them and angrily plugs in his guitar and starts working on his tracks. they’d all be so scared, if mick gets stuck on a riff or a chord and lets out even the slightest sigh, they all hold their breath and step back.

- nikki would be absolutely taken aback. if anyone knows about micks temper, it’s him. he’s the one that’s constantly fighting with his old man about everything (he didn’t call him and mick the odd couple in the dirt for nothing!). still, nothing can brace him for the most epic of blow ups mick just displayed. he almost wants to leave the room and just let the others deal with it, that’s how scared he is.

- which says nothing about how scared tommy would be. this bitch would almost shit himself…literally his heart drops right down to his stomach. he’s the lucky bastard that’s never had to face the wrath of his guitarist…like ever. he’d be fidgeting around while mick yelled, trying not to make a single noise. he doesn’t even look up the entire time, he doesn’t want to see just how angry the old man is.

- oh and vince would eat that shit up!! like pretty sure vince has made a reference to mick being a pushover before (possibly in his book iirc), so he’s entirely sure something like this would never happen…and then when it does he has to stop himself from smiling. he’s almost proud that micks finally standing up for himself, even if his anger is directed towards him.

- like i can’t emphasize enough just how terrifying an angry mick would be. he’s not usually as truly frustrated and miserable as many ppl paint him to be. he’s usually just so chill and calm. yes, he has his days where he’s in just terrible pain, but he still tries not to snap at people because he knows it’s not their fault. whenever it gets bad he just tries to stay in the background and not say anything. he’s just not usually a guy that yells, or starts fights.

- but when he does snap…it’s terrifying. everything about him just goes cold, his eyes get icy, his posture is almost even more rigid than it already is. he no longer cares about feelings or being polite either, he’s going to give it to you straight, and if he hurts your feelings…well that’s on you. he’s just a dude you don’t want to make angry.

- the rest of the band kind of back away and let him cool off. they’re much more quiet now, and if anyone starts getting loud (like if someone walks into the booth and asks a question) they all shush them and point at mick (in a “dude…watch out” sort of way).

- maybe…if we need some fluff in here; once mick is done recording the tracks and is in a much more calm mood, they all gingerly creep towards him. i think mick would end up being embarrassed for losing his cool like that, especially when he sees how nervous his kids are around him now. he kind of halfheartedly apologizes and mentions about how unprofessional that was

- to his surprise i think the band would tell him they needed that, you know, just another lesson not to fuck with mick.

also…i remember seeing someone on here talk about a scenario of gen swine era mick getting fed up with the way he was being treated in the studio and just kind of breaking down…I’d kinda like to add on to that (btw if anyone remembers who it was, or if it was one of my moots and i can’t remember who i hope you don’t think im stealing the idea or anything i swear i just can’t stop thinking about mick breaking down and straight yelling and crying)

- as we know, mick was going through it during the gen swine recording sessions. nikki and tommy weren’t helping things by standing by their producers side as they pretty much belittled him and questioned his skills. the resentment between them definitely built up over the days.

- still, he doesn’t say anything. he’s entirely avoidant of conflict, and would rather just put up with the constant criticism than stand up for himself. vince has just rejoined the band and has his own shit to deal with so he’s not going to stand up for mick either, and the last thing mick wants to do is go vent to vince….thats what he has corabi for!

- the last straw for mick would be finding out corabi has been re-recording his guitar parts the entire time. he found out when he called into the studio to get confirmation on something. when he finds out he calls corabi who has to nervously tell him the whole truth. im not entirely sure if he would blow up on him as well, but they’d definitely have a short and extremely tense conversation on the phone before he hangs up and calls for an impromptu band meeting.

- even then, he’s trying to stay calm. all he wants is for someone to just tell him the truth. of course, nikki lies and pretends he has no clue what corabi is talking about and “of course we never replaced you, that’s all you on this album come on, don’t be ridiculous!” and it’s so infuriating, mick has no clue why they’re all lying to him when he knows they hated the way he was playing the entire time!

- finally he has enough and yells at all of them to “shut the fuck up!!” everyone immediately stops and watches as he starts to rant about it all. how they’ve treated him, how he knows corabi isn’t lying and that they need to be honest with him or he’s walking. he can feel just a surge a rage flow through him and he can’t stop himself. a pit opens up in his stomach and he can’t stop himself. he wouldn’t have even realized he was crying if he hadn’t seen their disturbed faces. they’re all looking at him like he just grew two heads and he has no clue why. it makes him feel worse and he ends up shouting “why are you looking at me like that?!”

- nikki jumps and just kind of points to his eyes. mick can only look at him in confused anger, then tommys pushing a box of tissues towards him.

- “you’re…uhhh you’re crying.” he whispers. mick almost scoffs cause…no he’s not. then, he wipes his face and finds his cheeks are wet…he’s actually crying. he’s crying. why the fuck was he crying?? none of the guys are getting close to him, they’re all just kind of looking at each other like “dude is he actually crying right now?”

- if you want even more angst, the band probably wouldn’t be able to comfort the older man. they’d probably just stand and stare until he pulled himself together. maybe they’d call for another band meeting to discuss the very weak threat of quitting the band that mick had made…or maybe they’d try to pretend none of this happened and go back to recording or whatever it was they were doing.

- if you need fluff though…maybe someone finally apologizes to mick (you can pick whoever it is) and maybe they very awkwardly pat his shoulder and make a joke about “finally seeing the emotionless bastard cry!”

- i just think the band wouldn’t be able to comprehend mick having any more emotions other than his stock standard “cold indifference” and the moment he starts showing his ability to rage and scream and cry, they’d all piss themselves. either that or awkwardly shuffle away and leave the room to just stare at each other in shock and go “wtf just happened?!”

and here we are! woooo i need to work on my angst that’s for sure, but still i kinda like this premise! That’s probably why this took so long but yeah…need my mans to just let those tears pent up from decades of pain, terrible treatment and frustration out…preferably in front of three losers to make them feel bad! (i say this, meanwhile the only time i cry is when im about to get my period LMAOOO sorry peepaw you can suck up those tears if thats what you want!) ANYWAYS,,, i hope you enjoy these!! sorry for replying so late…that’s how long it takes for me to write apparently lmaoo!

(also sorry if this is all over the place, im editing this a bit now and I had another idea I had to squeeze in…i bolded it so you’d know it wasn’t apart of the headcanon i shoved it into randomly…sorry about that!)

#mötley crüe #mick mars #an alternate title would have been: mick mars’ crash out session #idk which ones funnier #crüe headcanons #these read like actual fics and not headcanons…don’t pay attention to that though #gen swine is so complicated because i just want to make them kiss and make up but that’s not lore accurate #like maybe they want to hug him and apologize…but they don’t know how at this point #also i like the idea of vince watching him crash out and just staring in amusement #like ‘wow i didn’t know he had that in him’#lily of the asks

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ny000mdraws · 2 years ago

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GUESS WHO JUST FINISHED WATCHING EARTHSPARK???

I will contain my thoughts with a bulleted list.

- AAAAAAAAA

- i love the decepticons getting redemption/ doing good/ getting understood instead of being beaten up

- MEGATRON

- DID YOU GUYS NOTICE TWITCH USING MEGATRON’S MOVE IN THE AIR WITH THE BLASTER SHOT-

- nightshade was the mvp. they deserve some science-y gadgets after this

- when jon said “rescue bots to the rescue” I GASPED

- STARSCREAM!!! SLAY QUEEN GIRL BOSS 💅✨✨✨

- AAAAAAAAA

- my god, mandroid was ugly after that transformation

- good riddance karen is gone but JFC THE WAY SHE DIED???

- i love how all the terrans are getting adopted 😭

- that one scene where soundwave and swindle are getting a ride from hardtop. they’re friends now

- BREAKDOWN AND BEE ARE DATING. YOU LITERALLY CAN NOT CHANGE MY MIND.

- HE FCKING WINKED-

- ALSO BREAKDOWN BEING ALIVE WAS THE BIGGEST RELIEF OF MY LIFE

- starscream growing a liking for hashtag (and the other terrans) is not what i expected but i need it to stay that way 🥺

- i also like this version of star A LOT

- like yea, he is still cowardly, but there’s a lot more to his character if you watch

- like he automatically assumes nova and sky would leave him :( maybe it’s a defense mechanism for him so that he won’t feel guilt for trying to survive

- him protecting twitch and hashtag- *cries*

- the one time i got mad at megatron was when he hurt starscream. but when hashtag told him to back off? yes girl, tell him what’s up!

- also im glad megatron let him go, which shows his character. he knows him as dangerous yet when he saw star protecting the kids, he knew he had the capacity to be good

- fck mandroid and karen

- we stan dot, alex, and jon

- also fck that guy who called in ghost when the terrans subdued shockwave?? like they literally took him down in front of you?? YOU BUFFOON!!

- idk why but im so into grimlock’s voice

- i wish tarantulas showed up :(

- AAAAAAAAAAAAA

- since the energon depletion ray/ healing ray was worldwide, this is enough reason for me to believe tracks exists in this universe

- yes, i am delusional. shut up

- some other characters i hope will show up are prowl, jazz, blaster, perceptor, and thundercracker

- really any old character that never get used in animated media would be awesome like inferno or hound

Okay, I think I’m done.

#transformers #tf earthspark #earthspark spoilers #ramble

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rustedhearts · 4 months ago

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HELLO ROLLY!!!! I LOVE <3333333 YOUR FRAT STEVE BLURB!!!!!!! fictional frat boys are my weakness omggggg. this struck the exact tone i'm looking for in any college au, mainly that it reads like an early 2000s teen cw show!!! this was so excellent and really scratched that part of my brain!!! i could literally hear bowling for soup playing at the party, and could see the fried straight hair and smoky glitter eyeshadow the reader did to the party, as well as the hollister shirt she wore paired with a tasteful fur boot. also i loved tim's drawl i also love southern accents so this just hit every mark for me!!! is he from friday night lights?? if so i might tune in just for him omg!! i am giddy and excited with a stupid cheesy smile plastered on my face!!! the satisfaction of reader not letting steve fck her over again (at least not yet), is delightful. i can see the slow shot and close up of her face as she said that last line, and the we-re-breaking-up-because-i'm-tired-of-your-bullshit ballad playing as she slammed the phone shut. ugh. i love this so much omg i really, really do.

also, idk why, there's something in me that wants to be reader's older sister just so that i can recite dixie carter's "the night the lights went out in georgia" monologue from designing women at him, like at a party when he's maybe idk, trashing reader or like the classic scene where someone is like "wow u really like her" and he's like "her??? no way!!! i would NEVER like HER!!" and she unfortunately overhears. and then later i see him idk in the cafeteria or wherever his friends hang out and just really let him have it.

the link if ur interested, it seems like something you'd likewhich is why i mentioned it:

https:// www.youtube.com/watch?v=Latj4SAu0Ps&ab_channel=ThrowBackTV

apologies for the length, especially since i'm not talking about anything specific about your writing, i just really loved it in general lol!!! very much catered to my personal tastes :D!!!

yes lol, in my mind it’s tim from friday night lights.

i’m glad the early 00s vibes are coming through! that’s exactly her outfit though lol, a lil brown ugg boot with bootcut jeans tucked in (low-rise obviously), and a layered long sleeve and lace tank. man i miss that era. you know she smelled like one of the pink perfumes (or the britney spears perfume)

i wanted to add more to this fic but honestly it just didn’t feel right. there might be a part 3 or some blurbs, though

#rolly!#asks #fratboy!steve harrington

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everythingaboutjude · 4 months ago

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https://x.com/valkr8s/status/1846131943395524838?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw%7Ctwcamp%5Etweetembed%7Ctwterm%5E1846131943395524838%7Ctwgr%5E%7Ctwcon%5Es1_&ref_url= That sounds bad as fck. Renting a whole ass club in a random country? They probably invited ig “models” founded on social media to have some fun as usual. And Kylian can do it 24/7 if that aligns with his moral system, don’t get me wrong. Don’t be surprised about the outcome tho! Lewa or Kane were never around those type of stinky people. He chose it. Now French people are talking about 2021 when he allegedly pressured a 17 yo into having an abortion and asked PSG for help. Apparently everyone in Paris knew about him, his behaviour towards women, partying etc (info found on LSE). Personally, I have no idea what’s true but his tweet on X was disrespectful.

tbh he should just shut up not adding weird ass emoji 😮‍💨 I knew he's no angel but forcing abortion on 17 yo sounds wild if it's true. I wonder what Madrid will do with is since they already cuting him off.

#real madrid #kylian mbappe

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orangeisfab · 1 year ago

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Abby/Max :(

This thought has been brewing in the back of my mind for a very long time now, and I feel that, as a certified Abby defender, I must say it.

Abby/Max is toxic. Obviously it's not Abby/Press levels of toxic, but I have this theory that the writers originally intended for MANG to be a complete mess (which they are) but for Ginny to eventually completely drop them and never come back, never have that apologetic reunion etc. I reckon it wasn't until they expanded a bit more on Max and Abby (god knows if they'll ever give Norah an actual story arc) that the writers decided they wanted to keep the friend group around. BUT I also believe that you can see little sprinkles of the original idea with MANG in the existing version of the show.

That's the only way I could try to explain those odd scenes. One in particular comes to mind, and is in fact the entire reason I haven't been able to get this out of my head.

Yes that's right, jurors of the court, "Abby, why are you such an ADD nightmare?"

To those that have not spent their time watching "Abby Litman Scene Pack" videos and, god forbid, that "Sad Abby Litman Scene Pack" one, Abby, in quite normal friend fashion, tries to jokingly draw on Max's face and Max delivers the infamous line.

Abby is so visibly hurt and Max just does not give the slightest fck. And then the cut to Ginny who was laughing along before, her smile suddenly dropping at Max's words? Like dam, that hit me a little hard.

There's this dynamic with Max/Abby that gets more frustrating the more I think about it, and I think it's summed up really well in @/rahnesinclair's fic cool cool cool, fun fun fun (really good fic).

Abby is extremely insecure and Max doesn't care, and in fact often abuses that fact. Not on purpose, Max isn't a bad person (not like someone cough cough) but she takes and takes and takes, and simply gives nothing back. It especially bothers me that Max has supposedly been Abby's best friends since they were toddlers, and I worry that this is how their dynamic has always been. And just like in the fic, it completely crushes me that Max apologised only to Ginny and doesn't even think to apologise to Abby. (Abby really does have reason to be insecure in her relationship with Max, and I think it's so telling when you compare the way Ginny treats Abby in comparison)

Abby has convinced herself she needs Max (and, well, maybe in a way she does) so, just like with all the other problems in her life, she shuts up, sits down, and lets Max be the main character in both of their lives.

All that said, I do also believe the writers will resolve this (unless they forgot about it ;-;) and perhaps then I can go back to writing my MaxAbby fic in peace (I SWEAR TO GOD I REALLY WILL UPDATE IT, I HAVE A SCAFFOLD AND EVERYTHING). They have a habit of always hinting and hinting about Abby's upcoming storylines (Oh look, Abby's gone to the bathroom and doesn't want Ginny to come with her, oh look Abby keeps a stack of food with her in the bedroom, oh look Abby's looks a lil sad today, etc. etc.) but supposedly we've been told she will finally get attention from the writers in the third season (I have a whole list of things I want to see next season for Abby and if I don't get them i will riot) and I hope to see Max's "self-growth" extend towards Abby as well, and not just two very select people.

#abby littman #ginny and georgia #max baker #abby x max #ginny miller #g&g #I still want to ship them tho #I just want abby to be happy #my girl deserves better

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ask-serendipity-sky · 1 year ago

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people freaking out about jk smoking are so weird lol

(1) it's not that bad (like if he was doing hard drugs), and this is coming from someone (me) who hates smoking (i can't stand the smell, it makes me sneeze, feel dizzy, and have trouble breathing)

(2) i don't smoke or drink alcohol, but as long as others are safe (as you can be...) idc, it's their body, their choices.. not mine. my best friends smoked weed, my mom and grandma smoke cigarettes, doesn't mean i love them or care for them any less

(3) i'm confused why he started though, if it was a change of mind or an influence? and again he's a grown adult, it's his choice and he can change his mind (though i would say that is more so for less severe things, like wanting kids, career choices ect, not doing drugs but idk)

(4) i can't take people on my twt tl saying "he's so hot" seriously, no matter how many people i love, care for, or stan do it, smoking will never be cool or attractive (like jm could come out smoking too and i'd have the same opinion as i currently have about th and jk)

(5) tkkrs romanticizing this.... pls shut the actual fck up. besides the info coming from a stalker, tk both smoking does not mean they're dating. also trying to use it as a "gotcha" moment towards jkkrs is so fucking stupid, bc up until now jk had been very much against smoking to the point he was fighting and begging his dad to stop and even telling fans not to do so. not our fault we believed jk over stan accounts lol (that were mostly trying to include jk for shipping)

hope people leave jk alone, he's not perfect, he's human

and once again, STOP SPREADING STALKER CONTENT OF THE BOYS (especially to validate a "ship" and when the person has said how stalking and this invasive behavior bothers him)

Hi,

Ugh. Tkkrs are fucking pathetic. They even have fan art of Tae and Jk smoking together.

That's desperation and insanity (and lack of creativity) at its highest point.

Thank you for sharing.

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chlodani · 10 months ago

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DFF Alternate Ending

Chapter 2: Broken Solutions Part 1

Fluke's P.O.V.

I didn't want to think about anything. I didn't want to think about how all because of one person, our entire group had been screwed up. Ever since we were saved, nothing has been the same. Tee and White are off in their own little world. They barely contact me. The last time I heard from them it was White saying hi and it was only a brief conversation. It makes me think that Tee doesn't even want him to contact us. He's been so protective and controlling over White since all this happened. A part of me can't say that I blame him, but does he have to shut all of us out? I haven't even heard from Jin and Phee since two weeks after the hospital. It's been two months, what could they possibly be doing to ignore me like this? I couldn't care less about Phee, I know he still has ill intentions. Jin can't seem to see that. I question why he had to go and fall for someone like him. What bothers me the most is Jin hasn't contacted me. I would have at least expected out of all of us left that he would at least be willing to try. He hasn't even bothered, not even a hello. The only one who ever bothers to text me is Top, but I don't talk to him. I have been meaning to block him, but for some reason whenever I try, I can't do it. I wonder how none of us could have seen this. Wasn't it obvious? We should've questioned why two new students joined in the middle of the school year and all of a sudden started to ask us questions about Non. How could we have been so stupid? We lost one of our best friends because of it. That was their intention all along. Every single one of us fell for it. If I could go back and change it, I would stop us from ever letting them into our group. I know I have never been one to speak out much, but I didn't trust them from the beginning. That's when I asked myself if any of them would have listened to me. Especially Jin. He seemed to be drawn in by Phee the first moment he saw him. I think it was too late for him from the beginning. The ding from my phone made me jump away from my thoughts. I picked up my phone thinking it was maybe from Jin or Tee, only to be disappointed that it was Top again. I sighed as I looked out the window while I sat in my wheelchair. I set the phone on the table again, and turned it screen side down. I couldn't stop thinking about how I wanted nothing more than to pack up everything that I could and leave. I didn't want anything to do with this place anymore. Now that graduation is right around the corner, I'll be moving up in school. I've set up to move to America to finish my study of medicine in four months. By that time my leg will have fully recovered and I don't have anything weighing me down anymore. My parents have barely even bothered to do anything for me. I've had to hire a nurse just for personal help with this broken leg. They think I'm wasting my life away by wanting to become a doctor. I'm gonna prove to them that I can do anything. I don’t think they’ve ever seen my true potential. Sometimes I barely believe that I even have any. I didn’t care how they saw it, I was going to make them proud of me even if it killed me. I rolled my eyes as I heard my phone bling for the second time. I didn't want to hear anything from Top anymore. I wanted to forget he even existed. Yet I can't seem to understand why whenever I think that, I feel guilty. I looked at my phone and saw a message from my mom. I sighed a little disappointed.

"What the fck is wrong with me? Am I disappointed that it wasn't him bugging me again for the millionth time?"

I cleared my throat gently as I shook those thoughts away. I looked at the text and instantly became even more annoyed.

Mom: Fluke, we know you've had a hard time adjusting to your broken leg, and we can't afford to pay the nurse anymore, so we found someone who is willing to spend the next four months with you until your leg is fully healed. The best part is, he knows exactly what you're going through, it should be easy for you two to get along. He should be arriving at your apartment sometime this afternoon

I rolled my eyes as I triple-read the message. I couldn't believe my mom was doing this to me. Doesn't she understand that I want to be left alone? If they can't bother to help their own son, then they shouldn't care how I get better. I'm doing everything the doctor told me to do and I go to physical therapy every week. It's a broken leg, not a terminal illness. I grunted out of frustration as I threw my phone on the bed. That's just another thing I have to deal with. My parents don't trust me so they assign me a babysitter. All I have to say is he better not be annoying either, I'll make him leave. I don’t need help. I sighed as I sat there thinking. I didn't want to be bothered by anyone. Why can't I make them understand that? I grunted in annoyance as I heard a knock on the door. I debated on whether or not I wanted to answer the door or not. Maybe if I'm silent they'll go away. I sat there not moving or making any noise. It was silent for almost a minute straight then I heard the knock again. This time it was almost pounding. I jumped fifty feet and jerked my leg, which caused me to grunt in pain. I groaned out of frustration as I rolled my chair over to the door. I rolled it out of the way so I could open it. He gave me the widest smile that he possibly could as he moved to come into my room. My eyes became wide, and my stomach dropped. I immediately slammed the door shut as hard as I could. My breathing was uneasy as I had my hand resting on the doorknob.

"Ahhh! Dudeeee you just closed the door on my foot! Just because I can't use it yet doesn't mean I don't cherish it!" Top complained from the other side of the door.

My heart was racing and I couldn't understand why. Could it possibly be from anger? Maybe it's from hatred? I haven't seen him in two months. Could it be because I thought that I would never see him again?

"What are you doing here??" I panicked.

Top winced through his teeth as I heard him move his chair away from the door a little.

"Thriving in pain," he replied with a grunt.

I rolled my eyes as I stared at the floor.

"Go thrive in pain somewhere else…"

"Where?"

"I don't know! And I don't care, just...Anywhere but here...You can go roll down the stairs and break your other leg for all I care!"

"Ouch, that was harsh! Why don't you want me here?!"

"You know why!"

"Still haven't forgiven me for that?..."

I wasn't sure that I was hearing this right or not, but the tone of his voice almost seemed to change from happy to depressed in an instant. He should feel that way after what he did, but why do I feel guilty for treating him this way?

"No, and I don't plan to either, just leave..."

I spoke to him with a calmer voice. Is it out of guilt? I heard him sigh.

“Fluke please, can’t we just-”

“I said no! Now…Go away!...”

It's like I could feel the burning in my heart as I spoke these harsh words to him, but they needed to be said, didn’t they? I held my hand on the door as I stared at the floor. A part of me knew that I should open the door and talk to him, but the other part of me felt like I had to stay away from him. At the moment the part I wanted to listen to was the lonelier option. I don’t need him. I don’t need anybody. I can't excuse what he did. I don’t care what he was on.

“Just open the door,”

“No,”

“Whether you open the door now or later I’m not leaving. I’ll sleep out here if I have to,”

“Do whatever you want Top, I will never open this door for you,”

“Never say never, I’ll get you to open the door for me somehow,”

I grunted quietly in frustration. At that second I kind of wanted to open the door and punch him in the face, but there had been enough violence between our group.

“Can’t you go annoy somebody else?!”

“No, the others won’t talk to me either, at least you’ll look at my messages,”

“And what are you gonna do if I block you?”

“If you were going to block me, you would have done it already,”

I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm.

“I’m gonna be having someone coming over anytime to share my apartment with for the next four months. You’d better leave before he shows up,”

I didn’t care how I sounded to him. The feeling of betrayal and hatred that I feel towards him doesn’t even scratch the surface of how I truly feel towards him.

“He’s already here,”

My stomach dropped after I heard this. In pure frustration, I rolled my chair away from the door to open it. The only person I saw was Top sitting there in his wheelchair with a stupid smile on his face. I sighed out of irritation as I looked out the door.

“Told you you’d open the door for me,” Top smirked as he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and looked out the door more.

“The only person I see is you,” I raised an eyebrow as I glared at him.

“Surprise,”

I sat there in silence as I looked at him. He didn’t stop smiling as he stared back at me.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, your mom talked with my parents and set it up for me to live with you for the next four months-”

My stomach was in my shoes and my heart practically jumped from my chest.

“What?!”

Top almost jumped from how loud I shouted. I felt like I couldn’t breathe as I grabbed at my chest with my hand. He was just staring at me in question. He let out a gentle sigh as he stared.

“They said it would be easier for us to take care of each other while our broken legs finish healing. We could make sure neither of us miss our physical therapy once a week-”

“You mean you??” I looked at him with pure anger buried deep behind my eyes.

“Okay, turn it around on me, anyway, and Mom suggested that you could tutor me to help me graduate, it's a win-win situation,”

“I don’t see any of this as a win situation and I’m not letting you into my apartment!”

Just as I tried to slam the door shut, Top stopped it with his foot on his broken leg.

“Ow…” He sighed, “Do you honestly hate me that much that you’re not willing to help your own friend graduate from college?”

“You’re not my friend anymore,”

“I know you feel that way now, but it’s only four months,”

“No, there is no way in hell, I am allowing you to live with me even for that long,”

I tried to roll my chair away from him to close the door again.

“You don’t have a choice,”

“Who says?!”

“Your mom, and mine”

“I’m an adult now I don't have to do anything she tells me,”

“Oooo I never saw you as a rebel before, kinda hot,”

My stomach did a 36o after I heard that. I wasn’t even sure that I heard that right. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear that right.

“I'm sorry what?”

“Uhh, never mind, you have to let me in Fluke,”

“No, I don’t,”

I turned my chair in the opposite direction and faced away from him.

“My mom already kicked me out, if you don't let me live with you then I’ll be living out on the streets…With a broken leg…Probably sleeping in an alley…In a dangerous part of town…Who knows maybe something would eventually kill me…”

I didn’t say anything as I kept myself turned away from him. I didn’t know why, but I felt bad for him. Was it pity? Guilt? Friendship? Or maybe something else? But what else would it be? I let out a gentle sigh as I wondered if he was going to say anything more.

“Fluke…” Top calmed his voice down to almost a whisper.

In all the time that I have known him, I don’t think I have ever heard his voice so serious before.

“I’m not going to apologize again, because…You’re right…Saying I’m sorry isn’t enough…I know what you told me that I did, but I honestly can not remember it. If I did I would…Well, you probably wouldn’t want to know what I would do…”

Does he think I’m stupid? I can put things together, but why did it bother me so much that he was even thinking about this?

“I hate everything that happened and I wish we could go back in time and change it to when…The only bad thing that happened was when I accidentally broke Por’s camera and blamed it on Non…I can’t help but to think…You know maybe all of this can be traced back to me…If I…”

I could hear how much he was struggling to speak. Why do I feel so bad for him? I didn’t say or do anything as I listened to him.

“Maybe if I had told Por the truth about the camera in the first place none of this would have happened and he would…He would…Well, you know…”

I could feel a small tear trying to escape my eye. I quickly wiped it away with my finger.

“But unfortunately I can’t change anything that happened…I won’t say I’m sorry to you anymore…But please…Don’t make me have to sleep outside in a town like this…My mom already told me she wouldn’t let me come back until my leg was healed, if even then…I feel like she secretly hates me too…And I know you hate me too, but living with you would probably be better than my mom for the next four months…”

I didn’t say anything as I stared at my hands. I didn’t know what to say.

“I know you don’t want me here, but it will be good for both of us, neither of us will have to do anything alone and…After our legs are fully recovered, I promise that I’ll move out and…I…I…Will never bother you again,”

I felt like I could hear the pain in his voice as he said this. My heart was racing so fast that I still felt like I could barely breathe. Why was I even contemplating this? I didn’t want to be around him. I didn't want to reconcile with him. Would it be so bad if I did? How can I even think that after what he did? I let out a soft sigh as I gripped the arms of my chair for a moment. I sat there in silence for what seemed like three minutes. Top tapped the arm of his chair anxiously with his fingers. I turned my chair around to face him. I looked him directly at him for the first time in two months.

“Promise you’ll leave after we’re fully recovered?”

Top anxiously looked at me. He almost seemed hurt but also overjoyed at the same time.

“Wait, are you serious?”

I rolled my eyes at his response.

“Just answer my question,”

“Yes, yes I promise,”

I let out another sigh as I moved my chair out of his way to let him inside.

“You can sleep on the couch”

Top smiled from ear to ear as he rolled his chair inside. He stopped it directly beside me.

“Thank you,”

I rolled my eyes again. I didn’t respond to him as I looked away. My heart started to race as I felt him lean over his chair to get closer to me.

“But a lot can happen in four months,” Top said to me with a smirk.

I suddenly could feel my face warming up and shivers ran up and down my body from head to toe. What is happening to me? Is it just because he is extremely annoying? I’ve never felt this way around him before. Maybe it's because I’m still so angry with him and I don't want to be around him. I heard him chuckle as he leaned away. I cleared my throat and kept my face turned from him.

“Don't get any bright ideas,” I still refused to look at him.

“Who’s getting any ideas? What ideas?” He chuckled.

I rolled my eyes again as I rolled my chair away from him. Top followed me and closed the door behind him. I sighed as I rolled my chair back over to the window. I refused to look at him. Maybe if I continue to ignore him I’ll be able to get through these next four months without a problem. Top looked around the apartment and didn’t say anything for a second.

“I’ve never been inside your place before,” he spoke in curiosity as he looked around.

“You’ve been to my parent's house, but not my apartment near the college, it’s more convenient trying to get to school because the complex is only two minutes from the college. I can say this is the one good thing my parents actually did for me,” I sighed.

I could feel Top looking at me.

“Don’t you have a sister too? I thought I met her once?” he asked curiously.

“That was my cousin, I’m an only child,”

He was silent for a second. I could feel his stare, and again I felt like I could feel my face turning slightly red. What is wrong with me?

“You don’t talk about your family much,”

“Ever think there’s a reason for that,”

I rolled my eyes and started to get annoyed again. He let out a soft sigh as he looked around again.

“Why is there old textbooks underneath a glass table top? Could you not afford a new table?”

“Why do you keep pestering me with these annoying questions?”

“I’m trying to pass the time,”

“Then go find something else to do, I’m going to go do some homework,”

“Right now?”

“Yes,”

I rolled my eyes as I was slowly becoming more annoyed. I couldn’t seem to understand why I couldn’t ignore him. I wanted to ignore him. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking we had gone back to being best friends. Why can’t I stop myself from answering his ridiculous questions? I sighed as I rolled my chair away from him. I rolled myself over to the desk and started to get out my papers. I leaned over the desk and grabbed a pencil. All I have to do is get through these four months, graduate, and I’ll be set free to go finish my medical study in America. I can deal with this for the next four months, can’t I?

Top’s P.O.V.

I sat in the corner of my darkroom in my wheelchair. I was trying to recall everything that happened over that weekend. Ever since Fluke reminded me of what I did, I can’t stop thinking about it. I have been trying with everything that I have to remember what I did. I can not remember it no matter how hard I try. Maybe it’s best if I don’t remember it. Then I think maybe it will be better for me if I do remember it. Wouldn’t I be able to move on that way and live a normal life again? Or at least as normal as it can be after everything that happened. I couldn’t seem to understand why it had been bothering me so much that Fluke was acting towards me the way that he was. Not even Tee, White, Jin, or Phee have treated me this way. They don’t contact me, but at least they forgave me. At least I think they did. I don’t know why it bothers me so much that Fluke hates me. He ignores all of my messages. I’ve tried to call him several times, but he ignores them too. I’ve been thinking about him non-stop since the night at the hospital. Could it be because I’ve always been so used to him being my friend for so long that it bothers me when he doesn’t respond to me? However, if that were the case, wouldn’t I be feeling this way about the others as well? They haven’t messaged me in two months. The last time I talked to them was at the hospital the day after we were saved. After that day, they stopped coming to visit me. My mother barely came to visit me. My little brother came to visit a few times. More than my mom, but it still wasn’t enough. I don’t even think my oldest brother knows what happened to me. He was the one I was closest to as I grew up. He was the one who would always stick up for me when anyone in our family treated me like shit. He always tried to be fair to me, no matter what our parents said. I was heartbroken when he left because I knew that I would have no one after he did. I haven’t seen him in five years. He’s studying in England and he has tw0 more years. It’s been so long, I don’t think I’ll ever see him again. I was alone. I’m still alone. No one cares enough about me to worry about me. No one cares enough to want to know if I’m okay. I sighed as I picked up my phone and started to look through old pictures of me and my friends. I chuckled as I looked through them. A tear slipped from my eye as I found a picture of me and Fluke. Fluke was always the one that I was the closest to out of all of them. To this day I’ve never seemed to understand why. At least until the day he pushed me away. Ever since then, I feel like things have been becoming more clear to me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. If I’m being honest, it scared me a little bit, but I was also curious. I always thought he was just like a brother to me, but we grew closer over the years and it turned into more than that without me even realizing it. I’m still not quite sure of my feelings. I could be mismisinterpreting them, however, the more Fluke ignores me the more determined that I feel to reconcile with him. I couldn’t explain how much I missed him. I couldn’t put into words just how much I wanted to hear from him. Even if he replied to my messages and told me to leave him alone, it would make me happy. At least that way I would know that he looks at them. I let another sigh leave me as I went to my messages with Fluke. I started to read through them as a couple more tears fell from my eye.

Top: Fluke, I can't say I'm sorry enough for everything

You're really gonna ignore my messages too

How does it help if I can't remember anything

Just tell me how to make it up to you

Come on man just talk to me

Dude I just saw a squirrel climb all the way up a tree with an arm full of nuts and dropped them after he got to the top. Reminds me of myself, remember how you used to make fun of me because I'm so clumsy🤣

You're not even looking at my messages

I stared at them and contemplated whether or not I wanted to send him another one. Would it even be worth it to try anymore? I shouldn't give up on him, right? If I care about him, I wouldn't give up on him no matter what he does. He already hates me so there isn't much more that can already be done. I shrugged as a soft smile came to me. I stared at his picture for a moment before I sent him more messages.

Top: How are you?

Have you eaten today?

How is your leg?

Mine is still broken🤣

I knew there was little hope, but I knew that I had to try. Fluke doesn't have anyone either. Unless our friends talk to him and not me. It wouldn't surprise me if Fluke had them all turned against me at this point. Not even that was going to stop me. I was determined to get him to be my friend again. There was nothing that would stand in my way. Not even the words I hate you.

Top: How are you?

Have you eaten today?

How is your leg?

Mine is still broken🤣

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My heart started to pound so hard that I feared that it would jump out of my chest at any second.

“He looked at it! Yes! I am one step closer to wearing him down!”

I couldn't contain my excitement. I raised an eyebrow as I sat there and thought for a moment. Why am I so excited about this? He never even replied. Is it because I'm hopeful that the reason he opened it is because he wanted to try to open up to me again. Maybe he says one thing but he means another. Maybe he says he doesn't forgive me, but he does. Maybe he says he hates me but he means he loves me. I let out a soft chuckle as I shook the thoughts away. I couldn't stop smiling as I pulled the picture of him back up. I couldn't look away from him. I still didn't understand why even the thought of him made me smile, but it was the only smile I'd had in months. I don't want to lose it. My stomach dropped as a sudden image flashed through my head. I screamed in fear as I threw my phone across the room. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't make out what it was, but through the blurriness it looked like Por and me. I felt like I couldn't breathe as I sat there. My aunt and little brother ran into the room and over to me. My aunt was more panicked than my brother, at least from what I could see. My vision was blurry and I couldn't even make out what they were saying. I couldn't catch my breath as I gripped my chest. My stomach was spinning and I felt like I was going to be sick. The tears wouldn't stop streaming down my face. I didn't know what to think. I couldn't think. I barely made out what it was, but it looked like Por dying and I was the one holding the stake. I kept moving around frantically in my chair. I was still trying to catch my breath. Through the blur in my vision, I could faintly make out my brother picking up my phone. My aunt was trying to hold me down and keep me calm. I couldn't focus on anything. I tried to make out what they were saying but it was still faint. All I could hear was yelling, crying, screaming, and ringing in my ears. I tried as hard as I could to tune into their conversation.

“Don't just stand there Ton, help me with your brother!”

“He's been like this for several weeks Auntie Palm, it's better to just leave him like this,”

“I know you don't mean that now put down that phone and help me calm him down,”

“Oh there isn't anything that's gonna calm him down now, you know he hasn't eaten anything in about two weeks. He lets the food pile up and makes me secretly take care of it. It's like he's depressed about something,”

“I wonder why, do you know what your brother has been through? You would be depressed too, now get your ass over here and help me!”

“What's the point, Auntie Palm, we aren't gonna be able to calm him down. From what I recall the only thing that will calm him down is this guy-Fluke I think his name is. I think it's his boyfriend or something,”

I suddenly felt like I could make out everything around me. My site was back in focus and my heart rate went back down to normal. I saw Ton holding my phone and showing the picture of Fluke to our Aunt. I quickly snatched the phone away from him.

“Give me back my phone you little rascal!” I demanded in annoyance.

Ton rolled his eyes.

“What are you doing in here?!” I asked him annoyed.

My aunt sighed as I jerked myself out of her grip. She stepped away as she kept her eyes on me.

“You were having another episode dumbass-” He slapped me upside the back of the head. “Me and Auntie Palm were helping you, though you're still an unappreciative jackass,” my brother replied.

“Fck you….Wait…Another episode? What do you mean another episode?”

“Sweetheart, do you really not remember your previous episodes when you were like this?” Auntie Palm asked me with concern in her voice.

I looked at her and slightly shook my head.

I sighed, “I'm sorry Auntie Palm but I don't,” I replied as I looked at the floor.

“And we go through this every single time, you think we'd have the answer by now. The only thing that pulls him out is hearing his boyfriend's name. Maybe we should just ship him off to stay with his boyfriend for the next four months, we can't take care of him like this,”

“Shut up and get out you little fcker…”

My stomach was spinning a million times per minute at just the thought of staying with Fluke. My brother rolled his eyes but he didn't move.

“You're not denying that he's your boyfriend,’’

I rolled my eyes and started to get annoyed with him.

“He won't even talk to me jackass, how could he be my boyfriend?”

“Ohhh so you were an ass to him too, what a surprise,”

I let a soft sigh leave me as I leaned back in my chair. I looked away from him and didn't say anything.

“Alright that's enough Ton, can't you see you're upsetting him?” Auntie Palm asked my brother calmly as she tried to rub my arm softly.

I moved my arm away again. I didn't want to look at either of them.

“Like he cares, you try to baby him too much and he still won't let us do anything. He's hopeless,”

“That's enough just go downstairs and set the table for supper! I'll deal with your brother!”

He rolled his eyes again as he left the room. I still refused to look at her as I stared at the floor. I didn't want to deal with anything from either of them.

“Top?”

I didn't respond to her as I continued to stare at the floor. I heard her sigh as she knelt on the floor in front of me.

“Top sweetie?”

I still didn't say anything.

“You've been losing too much weight son, you need to start taking better care of yourself. You don't go to physical therapy for your leg, you don't get nutrition, how do you expect to get better if you don't start taking care of yourself?”

“I don't,” I spoke to her coldly as I still refused to look at her.

“Don't you want to get better?”

I refused to answer her question as I sighed.

“You can't stay like this Top,”

“Watch me,”

“What is it going to take for you to want to get better?”

“Nothing you can offer me,”

My aunt sighed once more as she looked at me. I didn't want to be cared about by anyone. There was only one person I cared about. And I still question why I care about him so much. Is it just because I miss him being my friend? Or is it so much more than that? Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as my aunt pulled out her phone. I sighed out of annoyance wishing she would just go away.

“Well, would it make it better if someone else were to take care of you and your broken leg for the next four months until you're fully recovered?”

“I told you I don't need to be taken care of! Just go away and leave me alone!!”

“Even if you'll be living with Fluke for the next four months or longer?”

My heart rate went up higher than it should as I slowly lifted my head to look at her. My stomach had dropped to the floor and I felt like all my thoughts cleared at once.

“Longer? What do you mean longer?”

She gave me a soft smile.

“I've been talking to your mom and we both think that it's a good idea for you to go stay with Fluke until you're fully recovered. For him, it will take about four months but for you, it could take a little bit longer since you've refused to take care of yourself, you might need longer and since you two are friends, your mom and I don't think it will be a problem, even if he doesn't talk to you. Maybe this will give you guys a chance to talk,’’

My heart wouldn't stop racing. I felt as happy as I did when I saw that he read my texts. I looked at my aunt and smiled. Her face lit up as she saw me smile.

“When do I leave?”

She chuckled with a soft sigh of relief.

“Today, pack your things, I'll go get the car ready,”

I said nothing more as I hurried to get a suitcase. I should feel bad that my family just suddenly wants to ship me off to someone else because they don’t know how to take care of me, but I don’t. I couldn’t care less about what my family does. I’m the oldest out of me and Ton and they still treat him better than me. Tong hasn’t contacted me in months. I feel like I’m not as important to him anymore. I’ve always been the odd one out. I’m always picked last for everything. It doesn’t matter what it is. After Ton was born, I turned invisible to everyone in my family except my oldest brother Tong. My parents and Ton didn’t even bother to come to my high school graduation. I just barely had enough credits to graduate. I’ve always been a failure in their eyes. They even think going to college for sports science is a waste of time. All they do is joke around about how stupid they think I am. They make fun of me by telling me that the first team I coach won't respect me because I can't take things seriously. I’ll show them. I’m going to graduate college and get my degree. I'll prove to them that I can make a difference in someone else's life. I'll prove that I can successfully lead someone to a possible future. Not that they would care about anything that I do. I never felt like I belonged anywhere until I met my friends. They made me feel like I could be a part of something. Believe it or not, I met Fluke first. It was our first day of class and I was the last one to come into class. I know being late on your first day of school doesn’t show the best initiative, but in my defense, I slept over my alarm. I know that’s not a valid excuse either, but I did my best. Luckily I stayed in one of the dorms so getting to class was no problem. After I got to the class late there was only one seat left and it was directly next to Fluke. He was such a nerd sitting there with all his textbooks open and notes taking up two full pages. Now that I think about it, he looked pretty cute with those glasses on. He still does. I was the more laid-back kind of guy. I just wanted to have fun. College is supposed to be fun right? That’s why I chose to study automotive engineering. It had to deal with cars, which in some cases can be very fun. I wasn’t sure how much the nerdy kid would like me or not, but I didn’t care about what others thought about me. I gladly took the seat beside him. I didn’t mind getting to know him. Later that day I came to find out that Fluke was my roommate. I was flattered, at least it was someone that I already kind of knew. The next day Fluke introduced me to his other friends and that’s how I became acquainted with them. To this day I can’t imagine my life without them. That’s how it's turned out. We lost one of them, probably by my hand. The other four don't bother to talk to me, and Fluke wishes he had never met me. I sighed as I thought that maybe it would have been better for them if they had never met me. Maybe Por would still be alive. I shook away the thoughts as I started to pack my clothes. I was hoping that maybe living with him again would rekindle something. The friendship that we once shared. I wouldn’t complain if it turned into more than that. I wasn’t too confident about my feelings yet, but I knew that I felt something more than friends for him. All I cared about at that moment was having him back as my friend. As far as anything else, I’ll worry about that later on.

~Time Skip~

I sat in my wheelchair just outside Fluke’s door. I sighed as I contemplated knocking on the door or just turning around and leaving. I already knew that Fluke didn't want me here. I didn't even have to see his face for me to know that he didn’t want me here. I tapped my fingers anxiously on the arm of my chair as I had my elbow up on the other. I rested my fingers against my cheek as I stared at his door. I probably sat there staring at his door for a good five to ten minutes and I still didn’t knock on the door. I let out another sigh as I went to turn my chair away. I kept thinking about how I felt when I saw that he read my texts. Should I turn around and leave when he is the only thing alive that can make me smile like that? I took in a deep breath before I knocked on his door. I wasn’t sure if he would open it or not, but my stomach was spinning in a thousand different circles. Was I feeling butterflies because of him? I was a little disappointed as I sat there for almost two minutes with no answer. I didn’t truly understand why I felt so determined, but I wasn’t going to give up on him that easily. I knocked on the door again, but this time louder than I had before. A bright smile came across my face as I watched him open the door. He stared at me as I turned my chair more towards the doorway. I felt a sudden sharp pain shoot through my foot up my entire leg as the door slammed closed. I cried out in pain.

“Dudeeee, you just closed the door on my foot!! Just because I can’t use it yet doesn’t mean I don’t cherish it!!” I shouted through the door.

I rubbed my leg through the cast as I winced in pain. I let out a soft sigh as I stared at the door. I still wasn’t going to give up that easily. His words hurt more than this does.

“What are you doing here?!”

His voice sounded like he was almost panicking. I raised a curious brow.

“Thriving in pain,” I grunted.

“Go thrive in pain somewhere else!”

“Where?”

“I don’t know! And I don’t care. just…Anywhere but here…You can go roll down the stairs and break your other leg for all I care!”

I felt my heart physically ache as I heard him say that. I closed my eyes for a brief second before I cleared my throat. No matter what he did or said to me, I still wasn’t going to give up.

“Ouch, that was harsh! Why don’t you want me here?!”

“You know why!”

My stomach dropped as he brought this up again. I feel like he brings this up whenever he has a free chance just to try to make me leave him alone. This only makes me want to be around him even more. I want to prove to him that this is not the kind of person that I am.

“Still haven’t forgiven me for that?...”

I sighed as we both fell silent. A part of me just felt like I should leave, that’s what he wants anyway right? Then the other part is the part that wants to stay and fight for our friendship.

“No, and I don’t plan to either, just leave…”

I let a soft smile pass me as I heard him speak to me with a calmer voice. Maybe there is hope, even if it’s only a little.

“Fluke, please, can’t we just-”

“I said no!-” I jumped a little hearing him shout again. “Now…Go away!..”

My heart was pounding so hard from holding back the frustration he was causing me. I tried so hard to contain myself with him. I could physically feel the tears that wanted to stream from my eyes. I wanted to remember what I did so badly as to understand the full reason why Fluke hates me so much. Then there’s still that part of me that doesn’t want to remember any of it. I sometimes wish that I could forget everything and everyone, maybe it would be better.

“Just open the door,”

“No,”

“Whether you open the door for me now or later, I’m not leaving, I’ll sleep out here if I have to,”

“Do whatever you want Top, I will never open this door for you,”

“Never say never, I’ll get you to open the door for me somehow,”

I chuckled as I heard him grunt out of frustration. I knew he was getting more annoyed with me, but I had to admit that his acting this way with me only drew me even closer to him.

“Can’t you go annoy somebody else?”

“No, the others won’t talk to me either, at least you’ll look at my messages,”

“And what are you gonna do if I block you?”

“If you were going to block me, you would have done it already-”

I feel like I could feel Fluke rolling his eyes. That just made me chuckle a little more.

“I’m gonna be having someone coming over anytime to share my apartment with for the next four months, you’d better leave before he shows up,”

The fact that he sounded like he hated every part of me, just made me want to stay even more. I couldn’t stop the smile that came over me. I chuckled as I thought about what he just said.

“He’s already here,”

Fluke became silent. I wasn’t sure if saying that would work or not, but I waited anxiously to see if it actually would or not. I was hoping more than anything that he would open the door and give me a chance. He wouldn’t exactly have a choice now anyway, but I was hoping that he would be okay with me staying with him. If I could at least hear him tell me that he was okay with it, then I would feel even better about this. My stomach dropped as I watched the door start to open. I couldn’t stop the smile that crossed my face as I looked at Fluke.

“Told you, you’d open the door for me,” I smirked with a chuckle.

He rolled his eyes as he peaked out the door. I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked at him.

“The only person I see is you,” He raised an eyebrow as he glared at me.

“Surprise,”

He didn’t say anything as he sat there staring at me. I couldn’t stop smiling as I stared back at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, your mom talked with my parents and set it up for me to live with you for the next four months-”

“What?!”

I practically jumped from how loud he shouted. I watched as he looked like he was struggling to breathe. I let out a gentle sigh as I looked at the floor. All I wanted to do was rush over to him and help him try to breathe, but I knew he would never accept this kind of help from me. I looked back up at him.

“They said it would be easier for us to take care of each other while our broken legs finish healing. We could make sure neither of us miss our physical therapy once a week-”

“You mean you??”

He looked at me with pure anger buried deep within his voice.

“Okay turn it around on me, anyway, and Mom suggested that you could tutor me to help me graduate, it's a win-win situation,”

“I don't see any of this as a win situation, and I’m not letting you into my apartment!”

Just as he went to slam the door, I moved my chair and stopped it with my foot on the same leg that was broken. I took in a sharp breath as the pain radiated from my foot up and through the very core of my leg. For a moment I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I let out a low hum in pain as I cleared my throat.

“Ow…” I sighed, “Do you honestly hate me that much that you’re not willing to help your own friend graduate from college?”

“You’re not my friend anymore,”

“I know you feel that way now, but it’s only four months,”

“No, there is no way in hell. I am not allowing you to live with me even for that long,”

A soft sigh left me as he turned his chair away from me. A part of me still felt like trying was pointless. I didn’t think that he would ever forgive me for what happened. It didn’t mean that I still wasn’t going to try. It just meant that it would be harder to prove myself.

“You don’t have a choice,”

“Oh yeah, who says?”

“Your mom and mine,”

“I’m an adult now, I don't have to do anything she tells me,”

I couldn’t stop myself from smirking as I looked at him.

“Oooo, I’ve never seen you as a rebel before, kinda hot,”

My heart started to pound a million miles per second. Did I just say that about my best friend? What am I thinking? What will he think of me now? Though he already hates me, so I guess I don’t have anything else to lose.

“I’m sorry what?”

I cleared my throat as I felt my cheeks warming up a little. I looked at the floor. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it again.

“Uhh, nevermind, you have to let me in Fluke,”

“No, I don’t,”

I sighed again as he turned his chair away from me more and tried to roll away from me.

“My mom already kicked me out, if you don’t let me live with you then I’ll be living on the streets…With a broken leg…Probably sleeping in an alley…In a dangerous part of town…Who knows maybe something would eventually kill me..”

He didn’t say anything as he kept himself turned away from me. I kept wondering if I would ever be able to get him to see the good side of me again. I know how goofy that I used to be and I honestly miss it more than anything else in this world. There is one thing that I miss more than that. I want what we used to have. That would be enough for me. I wouldn’t mind just a hello and goodbye every once and a while. Even that would be enough for me.

“Fluke…” I calmed myself down to almost a whisper. I made sure he could still hear me, but I couldn’t help being serious this time. “I’m not going to apologize again because…You’re right…Saying I’m sorry isn’t enough…I know what you told me that I did, but I honestly can not remember it, if I did I would…Well, you probably wouldn’t want to know what I would do…”

I thought back to what my aunt and brother told me. I probably shouldn’t mention to him about my apparent frequent episodes that I have. Not that he would care right now anyway. I shook those thoughts away as I continued:

I didn’t expect this to be this hard to talk about. I never expected to talk about this with anyone, but being around Fluke makes me want to just open up about everything even if I irritate him right down to his core.

“Maybe if I had told Por the truth about the camera in the first place none of this would have happened and he would…He would…Well, you know…”

I couldn’t even say that dreaded sentence. Am I still in denial that he is dead? Maybe I'm still trying to deny it because I’m the one who killed him according to Fluke. I felt a slight tear trickle down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away as I continued:

“But unfortunately I can’t change anything that happened…I won’t say I’m sorry to you anymore…But please…Don’t make me sleep outside in a town like this…My mom already told me she wouldn’t let me come back until my leg was healed, if even then…I feel like she secretly hates me too...And I know you hate me too, but living with you would probably be better than my mom for the next four months…”

He was still silent as he stared at his hands. Another tear tried to escape but I forced it away.

“I know you don’t want me here, but it will be good for both of us, neither of us will have to do anything alone and…After our legs are fully recovered, I promise that I’ll move out and I…I…will never bother you again…”

Why did I just say that? I don’t want to lose him. Why would I promise something that I don’t want to do? I sighed again as I looked at my hands as I anxiously awaited for him to tell me his answer. I felt like he was beating around the bush because his answer was no. If that’s the case then why doesn’t he just come right out and say it?

“Promise you’ll leave after we’re fully recovered?”

I quickly lifted my head to look at him. My heart was racing a million times faster and I felt the butterflies again.

“Wait…Are you serious?”

He rolled his eyes in annoyance at me.

“Just answer my question,”

“Yes, yes I promise,”

Again, why would I promise this? I’m not going to want to leave his side. He’d probably happily kick my ass out. I watched as he moved his chair out of the way.

“You can sleep on the couch,”

I smiled from ear to ear as I rolled my chair into his apartment. I stopped my chair right beside him as I looked directly at him.

“Thank you,”

He rolled his eyes again as he looked away from me without responding. I quietly chuckled as I smirked. I leaned closer to him the best that I could.

“But a lot can happen in four months,” I told him with a smirk.

I watched as his face turned bright red. I chuckled as I realized that I couldn’t look away from him. I don’t know when he became so adorable to me, but I never want to look away from him. Am I staring at him? At Fluke? I let out a content sigh as the smile on my face grew wider. He cleared his throat as he kept himself turned away from me.

“Don’t get any bright ideas,”

“Who’s getting any ideas? What ideas?” I chuckled.

He didn't say anything to me as he rolled his chair over to the window. I softly chuckled as I looked around. I rolled my chair over more towards the living room.

“I’ve never been inside your place before,” I spoke in curiosity as I looked around.

“You’ve been to my parent's house, but not my apartment near the college. It’s more convenient trying to get to the college because the complex is only two minutes from it. I can say this is the one good thing my parents actually did for me,” He sighed.

I was silent for a second as I looked at him. I felt like I could see a sadness behind his eyes that I’d never seen before. I wanted to try to comfort him, but even if he would let me, I don’t think I would know how. Mainly, because I don’t know what he is thinking.

“Don’t you have a sister too? I thought I met her once?” I asked him curiously.

“That was my cousin, I’m an only child,”

I went silent again for a brief moment. I wanted to know more about him. I felt like I knew he wouldn’t tell me, but I felt like I had to try. The whole time that I have known him, he has never really talked about himself much. I only know enough brief stuff to know him as a friend. At least I think I do. I couldn’t truly and fully understand this strong desire to get to know more about him but I didn’t want to let it go.

“You don’t talk about your family much,”

“Ever think there’s a reason for that,”

He rolled his eyes and I could tell he was starting to get annoyed again. I let out a soft sigh as I looked around again. I gently smiled as I found everything in his little apartment to be quite adorable. I snickered as I saw a coffee table made from a glass tabletop and old textbooks.

“ Why is there old textbooks underneath a glass table top? Could you not afford a new table?”

“Why do you keep pestering me with these annoying questions?”

“I’m trying to pass the time,”

“Then go find something else to do, I’m going to go do some homework,”

“Right now?”

“Yes,”

I sighed as I watched him roll his eyes again. I could tell that he was becoming more annoyed with me by the second. This still just made me want to try even harder. I’ve always been the type to go after something that I want. I don’t give up very easily, especially if it’s something that I’ve set my eyes on. I feel like Fluke has always found at least a small part of me annoying, but he was willing to look past it to be my friend. I hope that he is willing to do that again. I feel like maybe there is hope because he is talking to me. I know that I’m going to be living with him for the next four months or longer, but he could still ignore me completely. Maybe this is a small start. If I can just keep him talking to me, even if he gets annoyed with me, then maybe I’ll be able to get him to open up to me again. I watched him as he rolled his chair over to his desk and started to work on his homework. I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked at him. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen during my time here, but I knew one thing was for sure; I wasn’t going to give up on him. I know he is just reflecting his anger about that weekend onto me because I’m an easy target. That just makes me want to try even harder. He may hate me now, but a lot can change in four months. I’m going to prove that to him even if it kills me.

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