#i know the inside out stuff is very ugly but i was rushed and I'm bad at drawing shaped characters

[theguywholikesicecream]

Have some art stuff! I'll leave context for a bit of these in the tags, but basically: Smokey and Bizzle make people smile, college doodles, Roach being an asshole but not a bigot, me when Inside Out 2 (loved it so much holy shit) and Shrignold adopted the maggot from the end of DHMIS 3 (love cult episode)

Bizzle is @spiritzee 's character and the Desmond guy is...complicated, but I'm tagging the creator just in case @sp00kysh4rk0

[sins-slender-mansion]

Entry 1: Jeffrey Alan Woods

{Alright, this is where the rewriting stuff comes in. I will be reworking his story and implementing personal and some fanon/canon stuff into his backstory. I will also include his ref sheet I designed and colored, its rough but it works for what it needs to.}

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04/03/2024

After analyzing this particular boy I can come to the conclusion that yes, indeed, he is a crucial part of this project. One of the very first, right after Masky and Hoodie at least. AVOID AT ALL COSTS. If you see him, you're already dead.

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Jeff Woods Status: Alive Age: 22 Species: Human Danger: Extremely dangerous, do NOT approach Appearance: A lanky, lean young man with very pale, pasty skin and a plethora of scars all over his face, neck, chest, and hands. He has long, unkept black hair and fringy bangs that protect his very sensitive icy blue eyes from the sun or mood while on missions. The most striking part of his entire appearance is the permanent smile cut into his cheeks, self inflicted, that refuse to heal. Often seen in just a hoodie and jeans and whatever running shoes he could find.

The boy is deranged, to say the least. A killer with a headstart, even before Tim and Brian began killing. It all began at the age of 14, when he was bullied so severely in his last year of middle school. Bullies taunted and teased him for his relationship with his parents, which was rocky due to an unfortunate ongoing divorce process. He and his brother were severely abused due to this process by both parents and as a result, Jeff would find himself with bruises and marks when he went to school. Kids noticed, and kids are cruel. At the age of 15, Jeff was attacked by three of his bullies at a school event, an event he had attended in order to escape his home life. The attackers doused him in bleach and set the boy on fire in one of the bathrooms at the football field snack stand. He was left there overnight, burned, scarred, and bleeding. His eyes were now extremely damaged and as a result his eyesight is never very reliable. he was unable to cry due to his burn injuries, and could only sniffle and sob without tears. Returning home that night, the boy was chastised and further humiliated and attacked by his parents, who told him he would be better off dead. In the heat of it all, his parents screamed at having to raise such an ugly boy'. His brother, 11 at the time, was horrified and tried to defend him. The final straw was when his mother handed him a kitchen knife, and told him to 'finish himself off in the bathroom'. Jeff didn't know what to do. The boy was overloaded with emotions, and ran to the upstairs bathroom. His brother followed. In the bathroom, Jeff would have his first suicide attempt. It was only an attempt. Because he had another idea. Staring in the mirror, mourning who he was the night before, he brought the knife to his face and cut into his cheeks, to form his permanent smile. No longer would he be ugly. Now, he was beautiful, like his parents wanted. His brother was mortified, and ended up being Jeff's first 'victim'. In a rush of adrenaline, he 'killed' his brother by stabbing him, three times. Unknown to him, his brother lived while he continued his rampage. Running downstairs, Jeff surprised his parents, who were equally horrified. In their shock, Jeff was able to kill them. their screams were forever etched into his mind. His mother tried to fight back, but failed, and his father tripped trying to run out of the house. Both were swiftly dealt with. Alone in his house, Jeff felt.. Sick. then excited. He was free! Free from it all! And yet he cried. he couldn't help the screams that came from inside. He was devastated. Destroyed. And yet he was free. he was a whole new person. Unfortunately for him, his neighbors heard the screams and within moments he could hear distant sirens. In his panic, he tried to burn down the house, setting the couch on fire with a lighter. he grabbed his school jacket and escaped through the backdoor, where he ran and ran and ran until his legs gave out. Now, in the middle of the forest, collapsed to the ground, he as alone. Alone with that searing pain from everything coursing through his body. At the age of 15, he had become a monster.

Slenderman found him shortly after his collapse in the woods. He offered a helping hand to the 15 year old murderer. He promised protection, if Jeff vowed to work for him. At the time, Jeff was just trying to go as far away as possible. So he took the offer, and was swiftly brought to, at the time, the manor in Missouri. It wouldn't be until Jeff was 18 that the Project was moved up north.

Jeff now lives in the manor as a permanent resident, forever bound due to his contract with Slenderman. At the time, he was not a proxy, but after discovering his brother was still alive, he vowed to server Slenderman until he eventually dies in exchange for protection of Liu and Nina. His freedom, forever gone, was exchanged for the safety of his most valued people. The last selfless act he every will do.

Now he is restless and rowdy and loud. At only 22 years old he has one of the highest body counts of all the residents. He is quick, quiet, but sloppy and an extremely important asset to the Project. As one can imagine, he is irritable, cocky, and overall a little brat who needs to be humbled. Due to his status though, no one dares even touch him. DO NOT INTERACT, just RUN. or better yet... Go to sleep.

"Hold still now, I'm gonna make you beautiful.."

[gabessquishytum]

Ugh, cat anon your mind!

tw body horror/gross stuff maybe?

I'm a huge fan of that messmonte fanart and ughhh yesss Dream holding Hob in his palm, jerking himself with his free hand after he's made Hob take all his fingers... his cock would be so big like that, probably bigger than Hob's whole body, and Dream could hold Hob in his palm, bring him close to the tip of Dream's cock, and Hob's hole would be so stretched already and gaping, but Dream would ask him to open wide with a smirk, and Hob would scramble to fold himself in half, legs spread wide and knees to his chest and hold his hole open with his hands. Hob would hold his arsecheeks apart, hold his hole open, and even though he's so loose Dream isjust too big like this, like imagine it! I feel like his peehole would be almost larger than Hob's arsehole... and he'd be so pleased watching Hob open himself up, he's press his cock right against Hob's hole and come in him and it's still too tight to take the river of come that comes out, and some does leak out but Dream does his best to plaster his cock to Hob's hole and imagine how much come a body so huge + Dream's magic would make. Hob does feel it in his mouth a little. It IS in his mouth a little. It would fill all the many feet of his intestines lightning-quick, rushing through him, bloating him, then reach his stomach and fill it to bursting until Hob looks pregnant twice over, the skin of his belly TIGHT, but there's more come still, and Hob tries to keep it down but it starts to rise up his esophagus. Dream realizes what's happening and plugs him with a fingertip and holds him upright to stop Hob from choking, but if Hob moves even a little (or Dream is a little mean and presses on his belly) it's only a short way from base of esophagus to mouth, and Dream would have to put one of his fingers pressed over Hob's lips too until Hob settles down or Dream stop pressing on his belly. A droplet of come escapes from Hob's nose.

All the while Hob would be coming screaming and crying, like ugly crying from overstimulation because there's so much pressure everywhere inside him and he loves it. Hob has the time of his life and Dream is utterly enchanted by the sight of Hob swollen all over with him, coming just from the pressure of his come in him, body shaped by Dream from the inside.

-PA

See, this is why I love y'all. Every time I think we've reached Peak Deranged Porn capacity, we take it a lil step further. And I fucking love it. I think part of the appeal of this scenario (for me at least) is that Big Dream is canon and so utterly delightful to picture! Low-key just turned on by him in general tbh. Anyway.

I feel like Hob spent a good 500 years of his life being The Tall One, you know? He's almost 6ft which is giant status for medieval people and even in the early 1900s dudes were still pretty short compared to our standards. And then there's Dream who can be any size he chooses, including literal giant size and Hob gets to feel small for once!!!! Tiny, actually!!! He can be Dream’s tiny, slutty sex toy, nothing more than a little receptacle for his cum, and god it turns him on. Objectification kink to the MAX.

And yeah it's a dream so it won't matter in the real world but he can't help but be thrilled by how Dream has effectively ruined his body. He's choking on something that he never even swallowed, he's swollen and tight to the point of pain. If he breathes too heavily he can feel his lungs becoming pressurised because he's just so full! He's very much at Dream’s mercy too, because how could he possibly escape? Or get his body back to normal? He can't even sit up. It's the ultimate trust exercise and Dream is so good, but so mean. Telling Hob that he isn't so little after all, is he, with his belly so swollen? What would his friends and colleagues think if they could see? It's a shame that Hob doesn't have a womb because with that much cum swamping his insides, he'd be pregnant several times over.

And when Hob is finally allowed to wake up, he finds a fresh stretch mark at the side of his belly, and he smells like a bucket of cum has been dumped over him. And he wants to do it again.

[sunniebabe99]

There is no Emotion, There is Peace-

A/n: Cuz I'm in a silly goofy mood here is some sad stuff.

Obi-wan Kenobi was a very perceptive man. And when he saw his dear friend Y/n in distress one day during their mission he was hesitant to ask them about it. Y/n was not someone to talk about their feelings often. they had many shields up that even though they were close friends, he couldn't bring down himself.

So when he had the chance during the flight to the enemy's starfighter, he pulled aside Y/n and into an empty room mostly used for sleeping.

"What is it Obi-wan? we are almost to the location Padme was last seen, we need-"

She was cut off by the older Jedi master. who gave her a gentle look of concern.

"I sensed a disturbance from you...you aren't yourself Y/n even the men can tell..." Obi-wan said as he crossed his arms and looked at her.

Y/n sighed and looked away from him and walked inside the room more. looking at the neatly folded cots sitting near the walls to her left.

"There is nothing wrong I am just concerned about the Senator's safety. You know she is a dear friend of mine Obi-wan" She answered. but it did not seem to satiate his concerns.

He was well aware of her and Padme's history. having grown up together til the age of six until Y/n was taken to the Jedi temple for training. They were reunited later when she was charged with being her bodyguard along with him and Anakin.  After that, they seemed to be thick as thieves. As if no time had passed between them. Y/n could often remember things Padme couldn't of their childhood together.

Like how they once got into trouble for playing in a giant mud puddle, their mothers were alarmed to find them, covered head to toe in mud but sporting huge grins on their faces. Y/n didn't know how she could remember such simple memories from her early years but she held onto them dearly. something that the Masters gave her grief for. she clearly had an attachment to the young senator.

"If you cannot think clearly because of your attachment to her then maybe it is wise to have you stay with Cody during this battle. it will get ugly and I don't want you doing something reckless" Obi-wan's words made her head snap to look over at him.

"I assure you I am thinking very clearly Master Obi-wan. I would not have joined this mission if I wasn't. I am not as reckless as Anakin" Y/n said, the two could remember how unhinged the Jedi knight was when he had found out about Padme's kidnapping.

"Are you sure Y/n? you know you can always talk to me about anything that ails you" Obi-wan couldn't help but notice her stern look softened slightly.

"I don't think you would understand," She said and looked down at the floor at her brown boots.

"Try me," He said and leaned onto the metal wall behind him casually.

Y/n looked back up and let out a soft breath before beginning.

"I had made a promise to her years ago that I would always protect her....she is...." She couldn't quite explain it to the man. what she felt for the woman was something she had never felt before for any other life-form.

"Do you know how it feels to almost drown?" She asked and he nodded, waiting for her to continue.

" Your lungs begin to burn and your arms ache from desperately trying to get to the surface...but when you finally break out of the water....the air rushes into your lungs and fills you up, making your head dizzy and needing more as if you can't get enough of it. She is the air I breathe...she holds me up out of the water Obi-wan” Y/n said and watched as Obi-wan had a look of realization on his face.��

“You fell in love…” He stated and Y/n was hesitant but nodded. 

“I shouldn't have let it happen but it did…and now I feel as if I am lost even more since…” She trailed off and then shook her head not wanting to mention it. She couldn't, she had promised Padme not to breathe a word of it. 

“Since she and Anakin got together” Obi-wan finished. Y/n looked up at him in surprise. 

“Darling I am not blind, I am actually quite offended that you all think I wouldn't be able to figure it out sooner or later, I practically raised Anakin I know him like the back of my hand,” Obi-wan said and gave her a sass filled look. 

“Even so…I am sorry you have to experience this…” Obi-wan added gently. 

“I just don't know what I should do, '' she said to him. She felt confused and lost. She did not know whether she should confront Padme about her feelings or stay quiet and suffer in silence as she watched her be happy with Anakin. 

“I…I want to tell her but…she is so happy Obi-wan” She said and felt her walls bursting and groaning almost close to breaking as she looked at her friend and once mentor. 

Obi-wan could feel her torment and heartache. He was well experienced with these feelings. 

He sat there and then moved across the room to her but kept a good distance not to invade her personal space. His tone was gentle as he spoke.

“You need to let her go, my dear…It will be the hardest thing you will ever do but it is what’s right…” Obi-wan put a hand on her shoulder and saw a tear slip down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away. 

“This is something that I have not been trained for…I don't think I can” She admitted to him. 

“Then let this be a new lesson to your training…teach yourself to let go…only then will you find the balance and happiness you once had. She is happy, and Anakin will always be there to protect her. Knowing that will help..” He said, and he actually knew that letting go of lost love would be the most difficult thing for her. He had to learn, and now she did, but he wouldn't let her suffer alone like he did. 

Their talk was cut short by the announcement of them nearing the starfighter. The two made eye contact before rushing out to join Anakin at the bridge. 

The infiltration of the starfighter was a bit harder than they had expected it to be. But the three Jedi and the 212th battalion pushed on. Anakin and Y/n went on ahead to locate Padme. Her signature was just down the hall as they cut down three battle droids. 

“Go! I have them!” Y/n yelled to Anakin. She deflected more blasts and did not even pay attention to the burning in her abdomen as one of the blasts grazed her. She extended her hand and sent a harsh push through the force and threw the Droids into the wall behind them. Anakin came out with Padme who looked worse for wear with her ripped dress and sporting a bruise on her right cheek. Y/n let out a small breath of relief to see that she wasn't hurt any worse. 

“We need to get out of here now there are too many,” Anakin said and Y/n covered them as they started running back to their own ship. As they were close Y/n could feel her body ache. A sharp pain erupted from her side as she winced. Drawing the attention of Padme and Anakin. Padme moved over to her as they took cover. 

“What's wrong, did you get hit?” Padme asked worriedly, she looked at her but couldn't see much because of the brown cloak covering most of the female Jedi’s body. 

“I'm fine, I promise. Go with Anakin, I can finish these guys and I will meet you on the ship Padme” She said and Padme looked at her with slight suspicion. 

“You can't take them all.” 

“I think you are overestimating me yet again, and here I thought you had faith in me,” Y/n said in a sarcastic tone, Padme gave her a look before extending her hand, making her hand in a fist before extending her pinky. 

“Swear on it and maybe I will feel better Starlight,” She said using the nickname she had given you years ago. Y/n quickly interlocked her pink with hers and smiled. Padme smiled back before being pulled away by Anakin. 

“Alright now that you are done flirting with my wife, can we go? These guys are getting too close to my liking” He said as he peeked around the hall. 

“You might lose her to me if you're not careful enough skywalker” Y/n half-joked before getting serious. Anakin rolled his eyes and then smiled back at his friend who he had grown up as a padawan with. 

“Now, I am going to cover you. When I go out there, you run, get it?” She said to Anakin. 

“I don't see why you have to stay behind, just go with her and let me take them, '' Anakin argued. 

“She needs you Anakin…I won't let you risk your life and leave her behind. If anything it will always be me, you have so much in store with her and the baby so don't risk it” Y/n said to him. Something flashed in his eyes as Y/n looked at him. 

Before he could say anything Y/n pushed up and went out into the hallway, blocking the blasts with their saber. Their arms felt like they were led as they fought off the large group of droids. Anakin cursed and took Padme away, running down the hallway and escaping to the ship. 

Y/n looked back slightly and saw they were clear. Their need for keeping their arms up slowly left them as they knew Padme was safe. She slashed at a few battle droids and suddenly cried out at a blast to her shoulder. She was getting sloppy. She knew that she needed to run, but fear grew as a large droid started to corner her. She was going to die here. 

She then felt a pair of strong arms grab her and pull her away. Obi-wan stood in front of her, fighting the droids swiftly as he used Form three. Y/n watched as he moved. Always so strong and graceful in his movements. Before she knew it Obi-wan was cutting down the last droid in the hall. He looked at her, panting and catching his breath. 

“Come on,” He said and moved to her, taking her hand in his as they ran to their ship. As soon as Y/n and Obi-wan made it back, she could feel her energy draining. She was tired, oh so tired. Like she hadn't slept in years. She leaned on the steel wall and slid down it, taking a breather and wincing as she felt her sides burn. She was too nervous to look but it was easy to see she had been wounded as her cloak held two deep spots of blood on the front. Obi-wan was the first to notice. 

He knelt down and Y/n gave him a knowing look before he gently opened her cloak. She had been hit in the sides two times, how she was able to fight and run the whole time was a mystery. Or maybe it was just because she was fueled with the determination to fulfill her vow to Padme. 

“Waxer! Get the medic quickly” He said to the nearest clone soldier. Padme had been waiting in the other room, as she was being looked at by the medic. The clone was stopped shortly by Waxer. 

“Hey, we got another wounded! It's pretty bad” Waxer said and then looked to Anakin and Padme. 

“Apologies General, Senator,” He said and gave them a salute. 

“Who was wounded Waxer?” Anakin asked and Padme was curious to know but Waxer didn't have to say anything as the two were met with the sight of Obi-wan carrying in Y/n. She was pale and the wounds were exposed for all to see. 

“How- She said she was fine!” Padme said and her fear climbed. Why did she lie to her? She never lied to her!

Obi-wan set her down on the medic table, he moved away a bit and let the medic approach only for Y/n to raise her hand. 

“That's not necessary….” She said weakly and then looked over to Obi-wan. But then dread filled him as he felt her intentions. She was too weak, too far gone. 

“What are you doing, don't be stupid Y/n,” Obi-wan said to her. 

“I'm letting go,” She said softly and moved her hand to his as a small way to give him a wave of comfort. 

“Not this way... We can patch you up, you can pull through this” Obi-wan said but Y/n shook her head, wincing in pain as the plasma burns seared her skin more as it settled. 

Padme moved to her and shook her head. 

“You can't, please Y/n don't” She moved to her and took her friend's hand in hers. 

Obi-wan looked to Anakin and one look was enough to get the message. Of course, he wanted to stay too..but Padme needed to be there for her. 

Anakin and Obi-wan stepped away and moved out of the room to give them privacy. 

“We can save you, please don't be foolish about this. There is still time Star!” Padme said as tears flooded her eyes. Y/n looked up at her and smiled slightly. 

“I'm lucky enough to be alive this long with wounds this bad Pads…I'm sorry I promised you but…I had another promise to keep…I needed you to be safe…Anakin can take care of you now….you don't need me” She said softly. 

“Of course I need you! I will always need you!” Padme said and felt her heart ache as Y/n looked paler, the beautiful color in her cheeks lessening. 

Y/n smiled weakly at her. 

“It's nice to hear you say that…” She said and winced, trying not to move much. 

“Padme…you are so loved…please remember that…there was not a day in this life that I did not care for you…” She said and moved her hand to Padme’s cheek, her hand cold against Padme's warm skin. She wiped her tears and watched her coffee brown eyes look at her.  

“I'm not actually going to be gone, I'll still be here…there is no death, only the force. And that is where I will be,” she said before her eyes got heavier. 

“Tell…tell obi-wan…” She was trying so hard to keep conscious as Padme cried over her. 

“Tell him…” She wasn't able to form her words as she felt sleep overcome her, she could hear small cries as the edges of her vision were taken by darkness until completely consumed. She was so tired…but she felt at peace…

[hillnerd]

For the ship and word thing; Linny and "strawberry", please? Hope you feel better soon, Hilly! *Hugs*

Thanks for the prompt and thanks for the support, friend.

It’s been a bit of a year! Sorry this took so long to get to you.

I wrote a ficlet and never got around to replying and posting it, so here we are. This is childhood gen and not really shippy- but that's what came to my brain :P

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STRAWBERRIES AND TOES

"And Fwoopers can- can swoop down and their feathers are special colors," Luna said with a great deal of authority for a five year old.

"Hmm," Ginny replied, much more interested in the lean-to she'd constructed. The blonde girl had been talking about animals for ages. Ginny wasn't even sure Luna was talking to her as she'd been staring at her rather ugly Erumpent stuffed toy the entire time

"And if you, if you follow Faerie lights to their nests and they, and they find you, you get one wish."

"A wish?" asked Ginny, turning away from her structure. "What kind of wish?"

"Oh yes," said Luna, solemnly stroking her Erumpent. "But if you, if you get a wish you lose two toes."

"No you don't," Ginny huffed, grabbing a rather large branch. It moved no more than an inch before it caught on something and refused to budge.

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"Two of the toes on your left foot," Luna repeated.

"Faeries don't give wishes."

"They do."

"No. If they did my Mummy would've wished us more money. My Mummy wouldn't have toes if we could do that."

"You can't wish for, for money with Faeries. They do other kinds of stuff."

"Like what?"

"Like to have good beans. Or to, or to have toast that never burns. Or to have strawberries."

"I do like strawberries."

"Let's follow some Faeries."

Luna said she spotted one further down the little hill near the creek. Ginny hadn't seen one, but Luna seemed to know more about Faeries than she.

"That's a faerie nest," said Luna, poking a thing that looked like a moss ball.

"We should wish for strawberries."

Luna nodded at that, and started to do a funny dance.

"You need to, to close your eyes and wish like on birthdays."

She started humming and Ginny joined her. Before long the two were giggling and turning circles until they were dizzy.

Ginny laughed as she stumbled about, finally tripping and falling onto the soft grass. She let out a gasp when she spotted, just under a small bush, a perfectly tiny wild strawberry patch.

"Luna! Our wish!"

The two rushed over to the bush and quickly devoured the small amount of red fruit, leaving their chins and hands stained.

"I'm sticky," Ginny pouted going to the creek to wash her hands.

The two followed the creek tossing bits of grass, watching as the gentle current spun the blades around in little circles here or there. 

Ginny saw a wondrous big rock in the creek and attempted to jump to it. She fell just short, left foot striking the rock with a splash. Ginny fell and stared in shock.

“The faeries!” Luna cried, patting Ginny on the head in comiseration as she pointed to the blood gushing forth from her friend’s two toes.

Sob wracked Ginny as she bemoaned the loss of her two toes.

This is how Mrs Lovegood found them. She carried Ginny inside and tended to her feet as the girls told the pitiful tale of the how the faeries had made Ginny trade her toes for strawberries. No matter how the mother attempted to assuage the girls fears, and Mrs Lovegood pointed out the toes were very much there and that faeries wouldn’t trade in toes for a handful of strawberries, the girls were unconvinced.

“They might not have gotten the toes yet, but they will,” Luna announced.

“They have a taste for my blood!” Ginny added, just as certain.

Mrs Lovegood grabbed the bloody cloth she’d been dabbing Ginny’s foot with and led them all outside to a faerie circle.

She began to dance a wondrous dance that left the girls gaping and jealous at how she so elegantly did the ‘grapevine’ and the ‘mashed potato.’

With great flourish she waved the bloody cloth in the air.

“Ohhh, great faeries of the creek! We kindly beseech ye to show mercy on this wee girl. She didna ken your great power. Please accept her blood sacrifice to you in return for your most delicious strawberries. If you accept this offering, we ask you give us a sign!”

She waved the cloth vigorously, then her solemn face shifted to annoyed.

“Faeries, we would like you to give a SIGN to the LITTLE GIRLS so they KNOW that the TOES willna be TAKEN,” she declared to the garden. “NOW!”

A few moments later a small rainbow appeared a few feet away from Mr Lovegood.

“Ack! There is the sign we were looking for!” The girls applauded and grasped eachother in glee. Mrs Lovegood gave Mrs Lovegood a hearty punch in the arm, muttering, “You told them they took toes? Really? The faeries certainly took their time with that sign.”

When Ginny’s Mum arrived she was told the harrowing tale, and as Ginny took her afternoon nap she dreamt of the next great adventures she’d take with her friend Luna.

[fuwahiko]

NOT ME TAKING LITERAL DAYS TO FIGURE OUT HOW MUCH BACKSTORY I WANTED TO GIVE THIS AND ACCIDENTALLY CLOSING THE APP AND LOSING WHAT I HAD WHEN I WAS FINALLY GETTING SOMEWHERE I-

Im a disaster but i finally got my head on straight alright HERE'S SOME OUMOTA FOR YA

SO. The V3 kids have gone on the town to hang out. Why? They were sick of always going to Amami's house. They needed a change of scenery. What are they doing? Karaoke? Bowling? Who knows. But they're all making fun of each other.

Their collective love language towards each other is bullying.

At some point, a lot of people get hungry. Miu, for some ungodly reason, yells at Kokichi to go and order for them. And bring the food down when it's done. For some even ungodlier reason, Kokichi agrees. Without an argument. Not even an insult.

He does kiss Kaito while flipping everyone off before walking off, but now everyone's scared of what the gremlin's planning. Only Kaito's safe if Kokichi's got something planned. Boyfriend priveleges work...sometimes.

With Kokichi, he's waiting for everyone's food when someone shouts his name...or something close to it. Intrigued, he turns around and immediately tenses up. But only slightly.

It his ex-boyfriend. Kokichi never wanted to see this ex (who i call Fuckface McAsshole) again. It wasn't healthy, and when he tried to break it off, said ex lost it and dragged shit out for a week and a half. Kokichi was about to turn and rush towards Kaito and the others, because safety in numbers (plus Kaito could throw a mean punch), but the ex got there first. He had also accidentally left his phone on the table with the others.

There was no calling for help. Kokichi was stuck.

So he was forced to play the long game. He didn't wanna make a scene in such a public place. He let his ex talk and talk and talk while retaining none of what he was saying. When the ex noticed Kokichi wasn't listening, he commented. ("...why aren't you listening to me, Ko? Got somewhere better to be? With people that actually want you around? Fucking doubt it.")

When he hears that, Kokichi snaps. Not completely, but enough to get snappy

"Actually, my friends and boyfriend are waiting on their food. I'm here to get their food. And I can't hear the person calling out numbers because of your blabbering. So be quiet."

Kokichi knew he shouldn't have snapped. He knew as soon as his ex's eyes widened, then narrowed. He'd never admit it, but that look made him slightly nervous.

From there, everything escalates very quickly. Quicker than Kokichi anticipated. It's about to get real ugly in two seconds. And everyone's going to hear and stare at whatever's going to go down.

......soooooo now i hand it off to you. What exactly happens between Kokichi and his ex? How do the V3 kids find out about all this, and how do they react? How does Kokichi react after that fiasco? And what do they all (extra emphasis on Kaito bc Oumota) do to try and comfort and/or cheer up Kokichi after THAT?

(Did i listen to "Happier than Ever" by Billie Eilish when i thought of this...maybe i did and maybe i didn't. You can't prove anything.)

this is a really interesting scenario! kokichi feeling so backed up into a corner like that is certainly unusual, for one thing.

ok ok so I like the idea of like, kokichi trying to work on himself a lot. dude needs therapy. and in this au I can see it being the case that kokichi has been working through stuff a lot and has managed to become so close with everyone because of that - like I'm sure in a non despair au he wouldn't be quite so... ~the way that he is~ anyway, but he'd likely still have a lot of issues and struggle to get along with everyone at first, but then with some encouragement from someone he trusts and gets along with more (kaito? maybe someone else? maybe it's more of a slowburn with him getting closer to kaito?) he'd eventually start going to therapy and start slowly working on himself, as well as starting over with some people he maybe started off on the wrong foot with before. it might take some time, but eventually even the people that really didn't get along with him start to open up a little and try to understand him more, and he does the same for them. everyone sees how hard kokichi is trying, and he's really changing for the better, and that inspires them to work on themselves too and it brings everyone a lot closer.

so. when kokichi's ex shows up, it stirs all of this awfulness inside of him, all of this bitterness. it ends up starting to pull at the worst things within kokichi, trying to bring it all to the surface, and kokichi is trying his hardest to stop himself from saying something horrible, from making a scene, from making every stranger in the area turn to look at him with that look that makes him want to disappear. he's trying so hard not to fall back into old habits and old behaviours; he's been working so hard and finally things are looking up for once.

but then he slips up.

he knew he shouldn't have said anything, but his ex wasn't going to leave him alone anyway, and suppressing his own emotions was getting too difficult, so he had to do something. but now his ex was glaring at him even more than before, and kokichi could feel the rage radiating from him, and he immediately regretted ever opening his mouth. but he'd already come this far, and his ex had backed him so far into the corner that all kokichi could do was bite back just as hard.

kokichi's ex raised his voice, and it was like the floodgates had been opened. everything he was saying was blurring together into an endless string of sharp needles that pierced into kokichi, targeting all of his weak points, hurting him over and over, each needle piercing deeper than the last. kokichi snapped back, his own voice just as loud, throwing insult after insult and trying to dig up all that he could think of to hurt him back, trying to find just the right words to hurt his ex even deeper than he had hurt him, all the while a smirk spread across his face as kokichi pretended like he was enjoying himself, enjoying this conflict, but with every word he fired back he only felt more hatred towards himself. it was a form of self destruction, and now that he'd started hurting himself, kokichi didn't know how to stop.

just when kokichi felt like his own self hatred was going to swallow him whole, he half-registered footsteps growing louder just out of view. then, before he knew it, suddenly his ex was being lifted off the ground in front of him.

kokichi's eyes widened as he finally processed what he was looking at. it was kaito. kaito was here and he had grabbed the ex by his shirt and lifted him up, a furious expression spread across kaito's face.

"the fuck are you doing to kokichi?!" kaito practically roared as he held his free hand in a fist.

after maybe a brief moment of relief, kokichi felt fear and panic grab hold of him, and when he met eyes with kaito he seemed to immediately understand exactly what he was feeling.

kaito let go, letting kokichi's ex drop and stumble as he found his footing. "sorry. I wasn't gonna do anything, I didn't mean to scare you." kaito looked ashamed now, and he turned away from kokichi for a moment. kaito had been working on himself a lot too, specifically dealing with anger issues and his tendency to resort to violence when things got hard to deal with, and he'd been making a lot of progress. kaito knew he would've decked this guy if kokichi hadn't looked so upset, and he felt horrible about it. he felt awful that he was just reverting back to his usual ways, and he felt even more awful because he'd made kokichi feel worse, even if only for a second. he felt like such a disappointment. kokichi felt horrible too, and he felt like it was his own fault that kaito had gotten so worked up, that if he'd just dealt with his ex in another way then kaito never would've gotten dragged into this. kokichi had brought the worst out of himself, and now he felt he was doing the same to kaito, pulling him down with him.

just then, security showed up and asked them to leave. kokichi and kaito both had the thought of telling them that the ex was the problem and that they'd just been going about their day until he started shit, but neither of them said anything, just left without making any more fuss. they gave them their money back for the food at least, but now the whole thing had just been a waste.

when they grouped up with the others outside again, kaito holding kokichi's hand as they walked, everyone was chatting and laughing together as they had been doing all day, but they all quickly realised something was up as they saw how shaken kokichi looked and how kaito's face was scrunched up with frustration. of course they'd also seen that the two of them were empty handed, but that wasn't their main concern.

"guys? what's wrong?" kaede rushed over to see them, a look of worry spread across her face. kaito squeezed kokichi's hand a little tighter as he told them all what he'd walked in on. he decided to do the talking himself, knowing kokichi was struggling at the moment and not wanting him to have to explain everything on top of that. he didn't really know what had been happening exactly, but he'd gathered that this guy had been kokichi's ex, and he knew he'd started something with kokichi because he knew that kokichi would never start anything like that himself now.

maki suggested they all move to somewhere quieter, so they headed down a nearby street that lead to an open area with a park that was surrounded by a long wall that was low enough to sit on. kaito sat with kokichi on the wall, pulling him in close at his side and wrapping his arm around him firmly, reassuringly. kaede sat on kokichi's other side, speaking gently and offering to let him borrow her earphones to listen to some music to help him calm down. he refused, but he appreciated the thought. himiko sat on the grass at his feet in silence, but he knew her well enough now to know she was trying her best to support him, even if she didn't know what to say or do. shuichi and maki sat down beside kaito, who was calmer now, but concerned for kokichi and still upset with himself.

"it's all my fault..." kokichi mumbled sadly, his head resting against kaito and his hand clinging onto his shirt. "it's not your fault. he started it, didn't he?" kaito questioned, already knowing the answer. "not that. I mean... I got you involved." kaito ran the hand that was holding kokichi up and down gently along his arm to comfort him, his free hand reaching to stroke his hair. "don't worry about that, that's not your fault at all. I shouldn't have lost my cool. ...sorry again about startling you." kokichi shook his head. kaito felt kokichi's body start shaking, and he realised he was crying. "I'm the worst... I'm the worst, I'm the worst, I'm the worst." kokichi cried as he buried his face further and tried to hide away. "nothing's changed, I'm just as shitty and horrible and worthless as I always have been... I should've just... done things different... but I did the same as I always do..."

of course. kaito finally realised the real reason why he was so upset. sure he was upset over his ex showing up and the nasty things he'd been saying, but now that they were away from him he was more upset with himself than anything, because he'd worked so hard and he felt like none of that work had actually gotten him anywhere. he felt like change wasn't possible, because if he'd reacted that way then to him that surely meant that he was exactly the same as he'd always been, despite how much he'd tried.

"hey. that's not true and you know it." kaito was about to continue, but miu interrupted. "yep, that's bullshit. ha! if you think you're terrible, that guy sounds ten times worse! what a loser." gonta also spoke up, obviously very upset that anyone would raise their voice at his friend. "hmm... that not how gentleman should act. should be polite, even if ex doesn't like you."

"kokichi, we can all see how far you've come and how hard you've been working, so please don't beat yourself up over this one time. that guy is the one at fault, he put you in a difficult position, a really difficult position, and you wouldn't have reacted that way otherwise." kaede reassured him. "she's right, you wouldn't do that unless you felt you had no other choice." shuichi agreed as he handed kokichi some tissues. kokichi had calmed down somewhat, but he needed to get his emotions out still, so everyone waited patiently, offering words of support every so often, kaito still holding him and placing a few kisses on the top of his head, until kokichi stopped crying and pulled away, sitting up and drying his eyes.

angie jumped up off of the grass. "we should do something fun!" rantaro looked up at her from where he was sitting. "you mean like a distraction?" "nyahahaha! yes! doing something fun will help kokichi take his mind off things and feel better!" "do you have something in mind?" kiibo asked. angie thought about it for a moment. "hmm... nope!" rantaro sighed. "we shall just have to think of something, and we should also find somewhere else to eat as well." kirumi said as she stood up, dusting off the front and back of her dress.

ideas began getting thrown around and the atmosphere lightened up quickly - everyone chatting and suggesting fun things to do together, kokichi just quietly listening, but feeling a lot more comfortable again and appreciating his friends' efforts to cheer him up. it wasn't too long before kokichi was joining in, though, and everyone was relieved to see him slowly returning to his usual self; a bit immature, sometimes annoying, but funny, sweet, so full of life. kokichi was someone they'd all grown to love, no matter how things might have started out for some of them with him, and he wasn't at all who he thought he was when he was feeling down on himself. they hoped that one day kokichi would finally understand that.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

i'm feeling god in this chili's tonight bc of your ask to petals about your husband, feeling truly emo and very very moved you are an inspiration, can you talk about your love more if you are comfortable?

Aaaah that’s sweet, thank you! There isn’t anything extraordinary to tell really, this is going to be very boring! We met in university, were friends for about a year (I was about 18 when we met) before we started dating (actually I thought he was a big headed idiot at the very start, because he wore designer stuff at the time, etc. I was right, btw, he was an idiot, I stand by it 😂!) and have been together ever since.

We were the first of our friends to get married which was a bit scary I suppose but I’m so glad we did. I think we suit each other, opposites attract etc. He’s a bit of an introvert and has a tendency to be tetchy/grumpy but he’s very kind, has a good sense of humour and always apologises and admits when he’s wrong (which is one of my absolute favourite things about him) and is very brave in real life emergencies. He kind of gives me Remus vibes? I’m ridiculously positive and optimistic most of the time but I sometimes lose my temper, or tell it like it is, I’m usually relaxed and laid back, and I think that works for us. I also always do the boring paperwork, book holidays etc which he is infinitely grateful for, and he now he does most of the cooking, which I’m infinitely grateful for in my turn. He’s also good at sewing, not joking, which I’m shit at. Who knew??

We both read a ridiculous amount and it really pisses him off how much faster I read... I love pissing him off. He’s scarily clever. The kind of person who knows obscure random facts and knows loads of the answers to University Challenge???? Ridiculous. Very attractive too, IMO? So, before we started going out, when we were “mates”, I told him I was shit at physics, as it was true, I hadn’t done it before university, and he offered to tutor me... I mean obviously I said yes? But we were just friends. Yeah. That’s all. A Nice friend who happened to have beautiful forearms and hands and biceps and went to the gym a few times a week. And had gorgeous blue eyes and cute soft, ash coloured hair and yeah. And gives you crossbars home on his bike (there was only one bike 😱😂😂😂!!! Well mine was initially stolen and then conveniently forgot to rush out and buy a replacement ....!) Anyway, he is an excellent teacher (he works in a job related to teaching now) and I genuinely learnt lots when I wasn’t ogling, ahem. And I ended up getting better marks than him in the physics exam.... 😬😂!! He was super pissed off (I mean a mix of that and super impressed. What can I say??? Poor chap!!). My friends were so embarrassing btw, kept trying to set us up, awkward af... literally walked out and left us in one of their flats (locked us in there!!) so we would “hurry up and snog”... 🤦‍♀️! We were too cringed (babies!) then we did get together eventually (like eventually, everyone face palming thank Merlin etc)... also, we did sit near each other in the library in college, but not right next to each other as I would literally get zero study done 🙄🤷‍♀️? Don’t blame me. (PS I had disgusting, mad, unruly, thick hair, ugly glasses and hardly ever bothered wearing my lenses, and wore a horrendous orange cycling helmet and despite that, and a ton of mad Italian relatives who asked too many questions and are way too pass- remarkable, he still liked me. So I knew I was onto a winner.)

Things are not always perfect. Not that this is an advice piece, but I definitely recommend talking if you’re not happy about something. Say what the problem is, how it makes you feel, what you’d like them to do differently, maybe volunteer to do something better yourself too? Don’t get grumpy and expect the other person to know what they’re doing wrong/ what’s annoying you! And always try to respect their POV even if your initial thought is “what a load of crap”, often I change my mind or at least reach a compromise after listening to his side.

And it’s not that I don’t sometimes still get the shivers looking at him, especially if he comes in wearing a tux on a special occasion. And he sometimes says “I saw this woman walking towards me and thought she looks gorgeous and then I realised it was you” 🤦‍♀️😂 (I think he needs his eyes tested). And like I said, after being with someone so long, it’s what someone described as - your heart rate no longer speeds up every time you see them, it calms down. And when you’re with them, you feel warm and secure and home. You have insider jokes that only you two get, you have quotes from films for particular situations, you call each other ridiculous names (I won’t tell you, but it’s in my fics somewhere!), you can’t imagine them not being there. Sometimes one of you just makes a facial expression and the other one knows what you’re going to say.

I hate getting up early so he always makes me tea that’s ready for when I have to get up. He hates staying up too late so if there’s stuff that needs doing late in the evening I’ll fly around and do it and he’s in awe (honestly he’s such an early bird and I’m so the opposite, he thinks getting up before 6am is completely fine!). And he’s my best friend as well as my husband? He’s very observant. I love that he notices thing, always notices if I’m wearing something new, got my hair trimmed, makes me feel good about myself. And I feel like I can completely, 100% trust him, in everything. I’m very lucky 😭❤️ it’s not perfect, definitely not, but it’s perfect for me?

I have no idea what you were interested in knowing but there you go!

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Cns: now I'm wondering what happened at that bonfire. Something tells me a couple drinks might get Siyeon to pick up some hints from Bora (finally)

Well she did pick up on them...

Contents: drinking, slight fighting

[7:49]

Bora took a sip of her drink. ��This stuff is good.”

Siyeon eyed the can in her hand. “What is it?”

“It’s some sort of wine thing. I don’t remember where I got it though,” Bora chuckled.

“Can I try some?” Siyeon asked cutely.

Bora snorted at her cute tone. Still, she took a hold of Siyeon’s jaw, tilting her head up.

“Open your mouth then.”

Siyeon dug her fingers into her shorts, curling them around the fabric to stop the absolutely pitiful whine that tried to escape her throat as she did just what Bora said. Bora held the drink to her bottom lip and tipped it back, pouring some carefully into Siyeon’s mouth.

“How is it?” Bora asked, taking the can away when she was done.

“Good,” Siyeon knew her voice sounded strained but she couldn’t help it. Bora just affected her so much.

Bora chuckled at her as Siyeon shook out her hair with her fingers.

“You are too cute.”

Siyeon looked at her, trying to ignore the way her cheeks started to burn. “I’m a lot of things.”

“And one of them is cute.” Bora said.

Siyeon leaned towards Bora with a grin. “I prefer sexy.”

The way Bora smirked had Siyeon’s heart racing. Bora leaned in a little closer, a hand landing on Siyeon’s thigh. “You really need to fully show me that side of yourself.”

This moment felt like so many before it. Bora was so easy to flirt with, so comfortable to tease, to compliment. But doubt always hung around the back of Siyeon’s mind, slinking in the shadows of her consciousness and ready to rear its ugly head. And in this moment, like always, it started to seep into her thoughts, somehow only made worse with the alcohol running through her system.

“You would be amazed at the things I can do.” Was talking a big game that good of an idea? Did Bora even take this seriously? She flirted with everyone. Siyeon knew she got up to more than flirting, though it might have been the one thing she never talked about with Siyeon. But she heard stories, she wasn’t unaware.

Bora leaned in even more, now incredibly close to Siyeon,

“You have me so eager, babe,” her fingers trailed along Siyeon’s thigh.

“Maybe I just like to make you wait.”

“But I’m getting so impatient,” Bora pouted.

That had to mean something. They flirted so often but nothing had truly happened. Aside from games of spin the bottles they had never truly done anything. If Bora didn’t really want to, she would just stop, right? She seemed so eager, so willing. She was never not eager when they flirted. Siyeon could just let it happen, finally end up in bed with her. Wasn’t that what she wanted, to finally do something about all this pent up tension?

“I’m such a tease,” Siyeon purred.

Bora’s lips dropped to Siyeon’s neck, leaving a light kiss against her skin. “I’ve been starting to think you must like the chase.” Her hand slipped further up Siyeon’s thigh. “You drive me crazy.”

Siyeon’s heart hammered right out of her chest. Bora wanted her. She couldn't be misunderstanding. This was going somewhere, finally going somewhere.

Siyeon opened her mouth to reply but no words came out. As Bora trailed kisses over her neck Siyeon’s own hands fell limply to her sides as a different kind of cold feeling hit the pit of her stomach.

Was this all there was? Was she a notch on a bedpost if she did this? How often was Bora with the same person over and over? Siyeon didn’t know, but didn’t want to be just that. She didn’t just want sex. There was more to it than that. Even when she pushed that little four letter word too deep inside of herself to see the light of day she knew that drunken sex in a tent was not everything she wanted.

Was that all Bora wanted?

Bora pulled back, realizing Siyeon’s lack of reaction.

“What’s going on?” Bora questioned.

“I- uh-” She could just tell the truth.

“Did I do something wrong?” Now there was concern in her voice.

“U-Uh no,” Siyeon said. “No i-it’s not that.”

“So then…”

“I just,” All she had to do was spit out how she really felt, what she really wanted.

“I-I just remembered I said I would meet Jihoon, he wanted to talk about something.”

It was a lame excuse and a very clear one. Siyeon watched, feeling like she was being doused in ice as Bora’s face changed from confusion to recognition to hurt. And then as she sat back, cool anger.

“Right,” she said shortly. “Well, have fun I guess.”

“Bora…”

“No really,” she said. “I’m glad you remembered something so important.” She started to get up and Siyeon felt the panic rush through her.

“Bora, wait-”

“No just-” Bora pulled away from her quickly. “Come and talk with me when you’re ready to be honest about whatever the fuck it is you want with me, okay? I’m done playing this fucking game with you!”

Bora turned on her heel, storming off. Siyeon curled her fingers into her shorts, watching Bora go as she fought back tears and her stomach turned.

[shleepys]

AYYYY I hope you all were safe over the holidays and continue to stay safe over these next few months! Right now my state is dealing with record high covid numbers and a bunch of snow, might be different for you guys but hey, even though we're kicking off the start of a new year we still have to be aware of what's been going on and continue to push through it. But yeah!

We can finally reveal for the @harringroveholidayexchange, so I hope you enjoy what I made for the amazing @catharrington! I don't know how everyone else is formatting theirs if they did fic and art but I'm going to put both here! 💕

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Overlooked

prompt! - I’ve always loved the differences in the two boys while growing up, I imagine Steve having huge Christmas parties with champagne flutes and the works and Billy being invited and happy to spend time with Steve, he really is!, it’s just a lot he isn’t used to. All up to author interpretations: make as fluffy or angsty as you want ;)

summary! - Steve forgets they were supposed to hang out elsewhere while his parents threw their annual Christmas party and agrees to stay.

Luckily, Billy doesn’t mind!

The only problem is, they don’t get to hang out... and Billy starts to feel overlooked.

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Billy couldn’t be more out of place.

Parties were his thing, don’t get that wrong. He could get drunk, smoke, fuck, do whatever and if Steve was with him, only then it was infinitely better. 

But this wasn’t a party. Not the party he knew. It felt more like a corporate gathering or a birthday for someone he didn’t know and he only ended up on the list because his boyfriend’s involved. Which wouldn’t be a problem if everyone around him wasn’t two to three times his age and he actually got to hang out with said boyfriend. 

But it’s fine. It’s been fine so far.

Crystal champagne flutes and ugly holiday sweaters just aren’t necessarily Billy’s forte. He can’t fathom how much Steve’s parents spent on this party alone and can only bet that it cost more than the monthly payment for the house on Cherry Road. Not that he has much resentment towards what Steve’s parents do with their money but it just seems… unnecessary. 

He takes a sip from his flute, rustling the jacket resting on his lap before leaning further into the sofa to try and wait this out despite already being here for what seems like hours. Billy gradually looks up again and stares into the other room where he can see Steve and his parents.

He can’t see their faces, but he can see Steve’s. Their backs are turned to him - Steve’s off to the side - they’re merely silhouettes so he can’t tell if his parents are just being gregarious or snobby. Then again, neither of them really talk about their parents so Billy has no clue.

Billy watches as a couple leaves, the discomfort continues to overrule Steve’s face as suddenly another appears and the cycle starts over again for what seems about the hundredth time. He huffs, kicking the shagged carpet beneath him before lowly cursing himself out. Should he have reminded him what they were going to do tonight? Or would Steve have rather stayed here? 

He can’t tell whether or not Steve’s just over some of the pretentious attitudes and comments he’s overheard in the past hour or that he’s trying to break the chain and get over to him so they can do something together. He could always get drunk and wait for Steve to get done, he knows where the brunette keeps a bottle of scotch that he stole from his dad’s liquor cabinet in the office. 

He blinks, lips sucked in to form a seal as he thinks. “Should I go home?” Billy whispers, soft and hurt. There’s not really a point in staying and maybe he can see if Jonathan has anything new to smoke. Deep, contemplative breath.

Billy stands up and discards his glass on the side table next to him before throwing on his coat and grabbing his scarf. Everything from then to going outside flashed by like a blur, nothing of importance really stricken in his mind other than colored sweaters and the sheen of champagne glasses hitting his eye. His breath is almost heavy as he opens the door and a wave of ice rushes over him. It bites at his nose, almost makes him want to itch it but he ventures out regardless. Billy slowly closes it behind him.

Billy sighed softly, eyes falling to the ground. It’s been snowing all day. Coming and going with the wind and dusting every road, house, and tree with freckles of white. Granted, everything was coated before it got too dark and hopefully, the roads weren’t iced over for any of the poor drunks inside. Steam rolled from his mouth as he exhaled before taking a deep breath. Billy threw the end of his scarf over his shoulder and looked out where his car should be, a somber smile passing his lips but twisting into a frown. Steve told him he could park where his family parks.

His feet felt like they were superglued to the deck, that, or like boulders had been tied to the ends of them. Billy bit his bottom lip and fidgeted with his coat pockets, sort of kicked the snow from under him.

He swallowed hastily, a lump bouncing in his throat as he looked out again. Couldn’t pinpoint the emotion to anything else but a pang of burning guilt. Maybe he should have just gone up to him, shouldn’t have made a big deal out of feeling left out, taken him away from his parents so they could go upstairs or leave.

Someone jerked open the sliding doors. Light poured from the inside, Billy twisted around to identify the backlit figure expecting a drunk only to find a breathless, seemingly worried Steve. Billy wanted to furrow his brows and walk off into the snow where he knew damn well Steve wouldn’t go into with house shoes on, but for some reason, he stayed put. Watches as Steve shuts the door behind him and rubs at his arm.

“What are you doing out here?”

Billy doesn’t respond.

Steve seems to catch on, and their eyes lock. 

There have been times when Billy goes outside during a party to catch his breath, maybe sneak around back to talk to Steve about one thing or another, maybe drunkenly make out and hope no one was watching or Tommy had their back. But they hadn’t been to a party for a long while, not since September. And, Billy doesn’t just bring his car keys with him to ‘catch his breath’.

Billy broke contact with a sharp ‘huh’. “Did you forget about me?"

“What? No! Why would you think that?” Steve shuddered, pulling his hands into his sleeves.

Billy looked back up with dagger-like eyes, “Because it seems an awfully lot like you did.”

“Well, I didn’t.”

He could bite back, the very opportunity hanging in front of his nose. But he didn’t. Instead, a familiar quiver caught his lip. Lingering feelings creeping up and forcing his hand to itch at his pocket. Billy shook his head, eyes falling to the ground. 

Steve frowned, aware of the events to follow. He’s known the other long enough to recognize the outline of Marlboros in any pocket. Deep down wishes there was some other habit Billy bid in, but that’s a matter of discussion that needs to be saved for later.

Eventually, the pack came out. Steve chewed on the inside of his cheek as he watched Billy, his lighter flaring until the end emitted a pale red before shakily tucking it away. He shook his head again slow and somber like. 

“I’m sorry.” Billy started, hands moving along with his words. “And it’s not that I don’t want to be here. You’re just,” he sighed, “busy.”

Steve’s lips sealed tightly at the comment. He saw the discomfort present in the other’s sentences, could feel guilt churn in the pit of his stomach. Thing is Steve wasn’t the slightest bit spiteful, he was pissed at himself for not taking action to check up on the other. Not considering bringing another friend with them in case something like this happened. He’s upset because they were supposed to do something together tonight besides this but he forgot and agreed to be here. Steve watched him take a drag, self-spite running through his veins. 

The corners of Steve’s eyes pinched, his throat tightening as he spoke, “No, I’m sorry! This sucks, this whole thing has sucked. I stressed myself out over decorating for the party and was so excited to hang out! I didn’t mean to agree but I forgot! And mom and dad keep introducing me to people. I- I wanted to spend time with you! I didn’t want to be here!” Steve took a step forward before shaky inhale. “This is my fault, this shouldn’t have happened.”

The next few seconds were the two boys staring at one another, each waiting on the other to say something. Billy was at a loss. Steve had a million thoughts streaming through his mind, hoping that the blonde wouldn’t just turn away and leave. 

Eventually, Billy glanced at the door, peering through to check if the blinds were shut as a faint smile appeared. Billy’s lips pressed against Steve’s before he could protest, his hand meeting to cup the brunette’s jaw and brush over the apple of his cheek with his calloused thumb and cigarette in the other. Steve’s tears wetted his cheeks, he didn’t mind it all that much. The shock melted into comfort as Steve cherished the kiss, pouted when Billy slowly pulled away from him. The slight tinge of champagne lingering on the other’s lips, the heat of their bodies giving them a little warmth.

Billy craned his head - albeit Steve was taller - until their foreheads met. 

“Don’t apologize. I get it.” Billy whispered. Steve gave a small, dismissive ‘huff’.

“My boyfriend should come before a stupid party. I should have told them otherwise.” 

Billy shook his head. “The party’s nice. You beat yourself up too much over this kind of stuff, I forget things too. Remember the creek?” 

Steve giggled, lips twisting into a smile. “In July when you were supposed to meet me there and didn’t show up? And I stayed there all night?”

Billy frowned as he thought into it, the bitter call at one in the morning that turned into a week of not talking to one another. It ended nicely though - if ‘nice’ was drunk car sex in the middle of the woods. There wasn’t much of an apology there but hey, they’re still trying to work on things and figure out how exactly relationships work because they aren’t exactly a sixty-year-old couple with forty years of experience behind the boy’s backs.

“I still owe you for that. Sorry.” His eyes fell to the deck as he pulled his head away, bumping his cigarette against his finger and watching the ash fall.

After Steve noticed the shift he got quiet, frowned, and eyes followed Billy’s to the wooden boards below. “Don’t apologize,” Steve echoed with a light smile. Gently Steve grabbed Billy’s scarf and drew him in for a slower, deeper kiss. 

People forget things, that’s human nature. And sometimes they can be a bit dumb about it too. But this was going to be the boy’s first Christmas, granted it wasn’t exactly Christmas yet, but it was important to them both. Spending time with a significant other on a holiday was amazing even if they can’t shout it out to everyone they know. 

These moments always have a sort of energy to them. When the boys share a wordless amalgamation of self-deprecating thoughts after ‘messing something up’ and those little habits come out to bite to express those thoughts oh so clearly.  It’s a ball of weird energy that shines in self-hate that the two have been working to eliminate and hey, they’ve gotten pretty far! But, it’s still there. Smiling in the corner of the boy’s minds. Ready to strike at any moment. It’s just a lot smaller now. 

Because again, don’t have the forty years and that’s perfectly valid even if the two don’t seem to realize it.

Billy leaned into the sweet kiss before Steve drew back. Billy chuckled and wrapped his arms around the other as he tucked his face into Steve’s neck. Steve shook again, this time cuddling up to the other and ravishing in the heat and short breaths coming out of them both.

“I wanna go inside,” Steve mumbled, rubbing at the other’s back.

Billy laughed and slowly pulled away to look at Steve. “Too cold?” 

“I’m in a sweater and sweatpants,” Steve pulled on his scarf again and toyed with the frayed ends. The grin Billy responded with brimmed with bliss, his hand roaming up and held the other’s with a firm hold,

“I’ll meet you inside.”

Steve had ventured back into the party while Billy snuffed his cigarette into the deck, eventually, the two found one another next to the food Steve’s parents had catered instead of cooking this year. Only thing that wasn’t in foil baking trays was the Christmas cookies that Billy had been dying to try ever since Steve brought them up at the beginning of December. Drinks clattered in group cheers from the surrounding areas, the smooth music now bearable. He never expected that a party this foreign to him would turn out for the better. Never thought he would feel… like a part of it? The crystal flutes, richies, and overall appeal still don’t rock with him, but with Steve, he has someone there for him. And that’s all Billy could ever ask for.

Thankfully, he didn’t feel like he was going to projectile vomit champagne anymore… the nausea sort of faded after Steve kissed him outside. Billy turned to Steve, noting the rosy shade still dancing on the apples of his cheeks from outside.

“Your sweater isn’t that ugly,” Billy emphasized, chewing on an ornament-shaped cookie.

Steve shook his head with an amused sigh, sweeping the crumbs from his shirt. “This isn’t that kind of party, if it was I would’ve had you help me make one.”

“Are you sure? Because I don’t think Karen from Fiance got the memo.” Billy pointed into the crowd at the woman in question. Her sweater took the cake for one of the ugliest, tensile hangs from her torso, lights strung all over, buttons on the brink of falling off. “You think she beats her kids over the head with a bible?” Steve rolled his eyes. Billy smirked at the little glare he’d received. “You should have pulled out your grandmother’s cat vests.” 

Steve gagged, eyes wide and ridden with disgust. “Keep talking and you’re going to make me throw up. I never want to see those again.” Billy snorts and Steve shoves him with a laugh, “It’s not funny!”

“But you’re laughing!” Billy remarks and lightly bumps him back returning the bubbling laughter.

A woman seems to overhear their laughs and spins around with the biggest and brightest grin Billy’s ever seen. It kind of startled him. Doesn’t know who she is, doesn’t care to know until he recognizes the cat vest and how familiar those brown, round doe eyes are. She runs up to them, curls bouncing on her shoulders as she approaches with a drink in hand. Mrs. Harrington gasped, grabbing onto Steve’s sweater with eyes darting between both boys, “Is this Billy?”

Steve smirks and rolls his eyes again. “Hi, Mom. I’m back Mom.” She lightly wacks him in the arm. “Yes! This is Billy.”

Her eyes lit up, dazzled with happiness as she stuck her attention on the blonde as he snuck another cookie in his mouth. “Steve talks about you all the time!”

“What? No, I don’t!” Steve’s eyebrows knit together as he tried to defend himself but deep down knew there was no hope, especially after Billy gave him that smug but appreciative little look as his mom went on her story-telling rampage. 

Billy laughs, almost in disbelief, “Really?”

“He talks about all of his friends, really. But, oh! When it comes to you he goes on and on and on, he really thinks you’re something.” Billy watched as the tips of Steve’s ears tinted themselves red and smirked. An interesting conversation for later. “I’m so upset that I haven’t been able to meet you until now! You two are always out or asleep by the time I get home.”

Billy’s brows quirked in an expression of sarcasm. “Well, thank you for not waking me up at two in the morning to introduce yourself.”

Mrs. Harrington chuckled, shaking her head before putting her hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I’m going to go get another drink. Oh, and Billy!” She paused and made eye contact, “If you want to come over for Christmas, you’re more than welcome too! Just tell Steve so I know.”

Billy’s brows flew upwards, blush rising and Steve picking it up instantly. She waved goodbye before walking around them and going off on her journey into another room. The boys stared again, each waiting on the other to say something until the brunette spoke up.

"She likes you," Steve muttered, ears still red as ever.

"You talk about me to her? I think that's cute."

He huffed. Had to stop himself from leaning against the other to hide his face. "Mom likes knowing what friends are up to."

Billy loosely smiled, slowly bumping into Steve with his hip before getting a light bump back. “You look a lot like her.” Steve shook his head.

“Not as much as my dad,” Steve turned to see if he was there and frowned when he didn’t see the other but slowly faded into a smile. “I don’t know where he is, he would have loved to meet you.”

The boys got quiet again.

Billy cleared his throat, his head tilted down as if to duck away to hide his blush and the movement didn’t go unnoticed by Steve. “About coming over for Christmas-” 

“I want you to.” He softly tugged on his jacket to get his attention. Eventually, Billy made eye contact, grinned with a chuckle following behind. Christmas with Steve? His caring boyfriend, twenty million cookies, a few possible presents, and… some loving parents? 

Billy couldn’t be happier.

[leelysian]

Hyunjin as your older brother AU 💖✨

genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k

warnings: swearing

Disclaimer: I do not personally know Hyunjin. This work is purely fiction and my own idea. I took inspiration from his on screen persona. Please do not translate or re-upload my work.

☆ Let's start with you as babies.

☆ Hyunjin wasn’t too bothered with the idea of having a sibling.

☆ When your parents first broke the news to him, he was pretty indifferent.

☆ Your parents honestly thought he’d throw a tantrum or something but indifference was something they didn’t have in mind. 

☆ They slowly tried warming up to the idea of having a younger sibling to him, things like protecting them, taking care of them, sharing things with them etc.

☆ He wasn’t too keen on sharing. 

☆ Your parents diverted his mind from that thinking they’d deal with it later when it came to that in the future. 

☆ Initially Hyunjin would be nonchalant but once he saw how invested your parents were for your arrival- creating a nursery, making baby clothes, buying baby stuff etc. Hyunjin slowly got more curious. 

☆ Y’all know how his unnerving stare is, he’d just stare wide eyed in blatant curiousity at his parents preparing things. 

☆ He’d look at his mum eating weird things to satisfy her pregnancy cravings with disgust and sometimes mild curiousity. 

☆ “Why are you eating *insert craving*?” he’d ask. “Baby likes them.” your mum would say. "Oh. Baby's weird."

☆ That would make her laugh.

☆ Days pass by and finally the third trimester arrives. The baby is healthy and kicking.

☆ The fam was watching tv one fine evening when your mum felt a kick and gasped. Both dad and son jump up "What's wrong?"

☆ "Thebabykicked!" she said quickly in a word vomit. "What?" "THE BABY JUST KICKED!"

☆ *cue the freaking out*

☆ She grabbed Hyunjin's tiny hand and pressed it against her big bump when Hyunjin gasped in shock. "WOAH! BABY REALLY KICKED MUM!"

☆ "You were like that too, son." your dad would tell him. "I was?" he'd ask and point to himself and both your parents hummed in agreement.

☆ "You should talk to baby more, I'm sure baby can hear you." your mum told him as she ruffled his hair. "Okay mum."

☆ Thus, in random times he'd say things like "Come quickly." "I can't wait to see you." "I'm eating *insert food*, I think you'll like it but you have to come quick."

☆ Occasionally, he'd cuddle with your mum and rub her belly with lotion or body oil and he'd feel another kick which resulted in the room filling up with giggles.

☆ "Stop kicking mum so much, you'll hurt her." he'd scold. "It's okay baby. I'll be fine." your mum would say.

☆ Finally, the time for your birth came. Hyunjin was somewhat calm but inside he was all sorts of jittery with nervous excitement.

☆ After your parents had a moment with newborn you, Hyunjin was lifted up on the bed by your dad.

☆ The entire time he was quiet but wide eyed in barely concealed curiousity.

☆ Your mum gently placed you in his arms and your dad supported his arms so you were held securely.

☆ Hyunjin stared at you. Your eyes were closed. He raised a small hand and stroked your soft cheek and you stirred so he quickly pulled away.

☆ You opened your eyes into uneven slits and yawned and he smiled. "Cute hehe."

☆ He stroked your cheek again and your even tinier hand grabbed his finger. He gently shook your hand and rocked you in his arms.

☆ Hyunjin vowed he'd protect his new sibling. "He’s/she’s so small." he couldn't help but wonder out loud. "They grow quickly." your dad said.

☆ Fast forward, you were growing, and soon you started to babble and crawl.

☆ Hyunjin would always be keeping an eye on you.

☆ As all babies do, you had a habit of putting everything in your mouth. Everything.

☆ "NO Y/N DON'T EAT THAT." he exclaimed as you were about to put some sort of scum you found on the floor from your crawling adventure in your mouth

☆ He'd scream suddenly graced with the scene of you playing with the toilet water.

☆ Since you have the tendency to put everything in your mouth. He took a sour candy and handed it to you.

☆ You stared at the small, weird, colourful thing. He waited for you to do something.

☆ You put it in your mouth, grimaced heavily, dropped it from your mouth and frowned.

☆ Hyunjin had the time of his life and his stomach hurt from laughing so much.

☆ He'd walk and do things, you'd always follow him.

☆ He tried teaching you how to walk. Standing with you at arm's length as he held your shoulders.

☆ You took quite a few tumbles but he was there to catch you and cushion your fall.

☆ Then he took a different approach and stood behind you as he held your shoulders while you walked.

☆ Slowly with help from Hyunjin and your parents you learned to walk. Now the following became easier.

☆ If he went left, you went left. If he went right, you went right, if he ran then you ran. Then you'd stumble, fall and cry but Hyunjin would laugh and help you stand up.

☆ Soon, you learned how to climb and it was chaos everyday which made your parents exasperated and Hyunjin want to pull his hair out.

☆ "Y/N GET DOWN FROM THERE. THAT'S DANGEROUS!" as if you understood what he was saying. You giggled gleefully.

☆ Once your mum cut your hair. It was so bad. Hyunjin cried because you looked ugly. 

☆ Which made you cry.

☆ Both of you were crying. “MUM WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N’S HAIR?”

☆ You’d bother him when he was doing something wanting to be involved. He could be playing a game and you’d grab at him to get his attention. “Y/n stop!” he’d grumble.

☆ this is a true story. My mum cut my hair when I was like 1 and my older brother cried because it was so bad and I cried too

☆ Fast forward, you two are older but you’re still a smol child.

☆ You two played hide and seek. You picked the most obvious places to find.

☆ Hyunjin definitely knew where you were hiding because you always chose the same 3 spots but he'd pretend not to know.

☆ Just so he could jumpscare you. *cue the Hyunjin HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE laugh

☆ TICKLE FIGHTS!!!!

☆ Once Hyunjin was playing games. You went to him because your mum told you to go play for an hour. Hyunjin said no. “MUM HYUNJIN WON’T LET ME PLAY!” “Y/n you can play later. It’s okay.” Hyunjin has a smug look. 

☆ Hyunjin reaches to grab the remote to watch tv, you snatch it before he could. “Please let me watch!” he’d ask. “You didn’t let me play before, I’m not giving up the remote.” you say and hug the remote to your chest. 

☆ “You can go play now.” he put an innocent face. “No.” you refused. “What if I let you play tomorrow?” he asked but you didn’t budge. He did this way too many times. “How about I get you your favourite candy and you can play tomorrow?” 

☆ “How do I know you’re not lying?” you interrogated. “I promise.” he said. You mulled it over for a while. “Fine.” you toss the remote and rush to play your game. 

☆ Next time you were watching tv, Hyunjin didn’t let you play again. This time you were watching your favourite program. 

☆ He snatched the remote and changed the channel. “HEY I WAS WATCHING THAT! GIVE IT BACK!” Of course he raised it out of your reach, “I’m watching now.” 

☆ “If you won’t let me watch then you can’t either.” you’d move and block the tv’s receiver. He’d chastise you, “Y/n go away or else.” 

☆ “I’m telling mum.” you marched. “OKAY FINE HERE” he’d exclaim and give you the remote.

☆ He loved teasing you. As a kid you were a picky eater. Hyunjin didn’t complain as much as you, of course because he’s more mature.

☆ “Y/n you should eat your vegetables. Carrots are good for your eyesight. You don’t want to start wearing glasses now do you?” your mum would lecture you.

☆ “Yeah y/n, be like me. I have good eyesight. You watch too much tv as well. That’s not good.” he’d snicker and you’d glare at him. “You play games all day which is worse.”

☆ “Hwang Hyunjin, is that true? You should be studying more.” your dad would start lecturing him and Hyunjin would glare at you for that while you smiled triumphantly.

☆ Lowkey bullied you by calling you nicknames. 

☆ He’d ruffle your hair playfully but 9/10 times it was annoying for you.

☆ You two would wake up together early morning on the weekends to watch morning cartoons.

☆ Cuddle together under the same blanket until you fell asleep again because you woke up very early.

☆ He’d stand innocently somewhere, you would walk past him and he’d either pull your hair from behind or push you. “HEY!”

☆ He was probably the one who told you some childhood fantasy is a lie. Like the tooth fairy is not real. “Oops.”

☆ Fast forward you’re tweens/teens/young adults

☆ Hyunjin was tolerable but still annoying, as expected of a big brother.

☆ One of his tics were hogging the bathroom for long periods of time.

☆ It got worse because he hit puberty and now he’s OBSESSED with his hair.

☆ You’re going to the bathroom to freshen up, it’s the morning, you have school and he intercepts you quickly and locks the door. “5 minutes y/n!” You bang on the door, “HYUNJIN GET OUT! I’M GONNA BE LATE!”

☆ You need to pee, he’s already in the bathroom. “HYUNJIN GET OUT I NEED TO PEE REALLY BAD! PLEASE!”

☆ He steals your charger. “What’s your percentage at Hyunjin?” “I can’t find my charger, but mine’s at 76%.” “WHAT THE HELL GIMME MY CHARGER MY PHONE’S AT 23%”

☆ You’re chilling in your room. He barges in without knocking.

☆ “Can’t you knock?” you sigh.

☆  “Which shirt should I wear?” You choose one. “Okay thanks.” he says and leaves without closing the door.

☆ “HYUNJIN CLOSE THE DOOR!”

☆ He barges in without knocking to tell you something. He leaves but not before grabbing something closest to him and throwing it at your face.

☆ And once again, he leaves without closing the door. “HYUNJIN CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR!” haven’t you ever heard of closing the damn door nOOO

☆ You’re sleeping. He sneaks into your room. Plays something really loud. You  fall off the bed. He bursts out laughing, clutching his stomach. “HYUNJIN I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

☆ He shakes a soda can. You walk in. “Hey y/n you want this?” You shrug, “Yeah sure.” You take it from him and open the can.

☆ PSSSSSHHHHH

☆ And you’re sprayed in sticky liquid, it’s up your nose and your eyes.

☆ You get him back of course. Spray some shaving cream on his face and his outstretched hand. Phone recording in hand. “Y/N!”

☆ You undo some of the stitches in his pants while he was in the shower.

☆ He went out wearing them. He bent over. 

☆ RRIIIIIIPPP

☆ The thing is he has no idea you’re the reason his pants are torn from his ass.

☆ Since fashion is subjective these days, you two share clothes but mostly you borrowing his.

☆ You sneakily use his perfume/deodorant stash. 

☆ He’s having cereal. “Can you pass me the box?” you politely ask. “Hm oh yeah sure.” he hands it to you after he finishes pouring then walks off.

☆ You tip the box and only a handful of cereal bits fall out.

☆ “Think fast!” *throws bottle* and you fail to catch it.

☆ You two take a lot of photos. You take good photos of him and he takes good photos of you. Neither of you half ass this. Photography is serious business.

☆ What’s annoying is that he takes photos with your phone and then tells you to send them to him afterwards.

☆ “Take photos with your OWN PHONE!”

☆ You two dance together at home. Your parents bought just dance for your birthday. And you two have dance battles together.

☆ You two made tiktok videos together.

☆ It’s mostly goofing off though. Hyunjin is always laughing his ass off. *cue HEHEHEHEHEHEHE*

☆ He had a habit of teasing you with embarrassing childhood stories. 

☆ “I remember when you were drinking out of the toilet.” he would burst out laughing.

☆ “Yeah well I remember when you nearly shit your pants because of getting your tooth pulled out.” you retorted.

☆ “Oh really?” he’d stand tall and menacing. You pulled a Naruto. “Y/N GET OVER HERE!”

☆ Despite the constant bickering and small *cough* pranks, he was still a reliable brother. 

☆ You knew he’d have your back no matter what and he knew you would do the same for him.

☆ He was always looking out for you even if that may not seem like it.

☆ There was never a dull moment in your house because of you two acting like cat and mouse. 

☆ He’d sometimes say comforting things when things got too hard for you, if he had nothing to say, his shoulder was free to cry on.

☆ But that’s something you’d never change. Yet.

[pufflocks]

I wanna have a group chat with mutuals. 🕴🏽♂️

Just sending random thoughts and fun to eachother through text sounds fun. Haven't really been in a proper gc where everyone talks in a while.

100%

Cast: Older!Brother!Reader and Tobio

Warning: Slight crying of younger brother

"What am I supposed to say for you to let me in ?" You sighed. Kageyama rolled his eyes taking a preoccupied slurp from his carton. "I know you don't care, but help me in dude." You practically begged. Begged for this heathen to let you in the house. Your mom was already on his behind about locking his older brother out. And you needed to piss bad.

The 10 year old boy chuckled before realizing his milk carton was now empty. Thinking back, there was none in the refrigerator since he used the rest for his cereal this morning. He guess – he could let you in.

"Fine. Go get me some milk at Ukai's store 'n I'll let you in." His cocky remark made your nerves edgy as you turned around without hesitation nonetheless, to your coaches store.

--

"Fucking kids man." You mumbled under your breath. Swinging open the door to the refrigerated beverage. "He's only 10 and he has me doing stuff like this." You sighed digging out half your lunch money from today. Ukai looked at you as you handed him the money while he begged the big carton of milk.

He shrugged at your hidden temper as you walked out the store.

"No comment." He turned around to light a cigarette.

--

When you made it home you saw your little brother wasn't there anymore. Probably mom is home and he got caught – again. You thought, but you also entertained the thought of you getting the milk for nothing.

"Fucking- Fuck‐!" You growled under your breath as you unlocked the door to the house. Your mom locking eyes with you as she sees your still in your uniform. You would have been out of it if that thing you call a brother, didn't lock you out.

Her slender polished finger pointed to your attire in question. "Son, where were you still in your uniform ?" She asked from the kitchen sink. You by now have already kicked off your shoes by the door and dropped your back pack by the sofa. Dragging the now very heavy gallon of milk in your hands to the refrigerator for later uses.

Simply sighing. "Milk. Tobio made me get it." You said. She rolled her eyes at her eldest son going back to doing whatever she was cooking. "He's freaking 10, Ma ! He locked every door that led to the inside and took my key once !" You nearly hollered. Though your tone is hushed a bit because you're talking to your mom. She chuckled while trying her sleek black hair in a bun. Not liking how it felt in her face when cooking.

"It's silly and funny because he got it from you. You did the same thing when you used to walk home with your cousins." She smiled. And you did, but he was a toddler then. "Even if he was 3, he still has brain as sharp as your dads." She sneered. Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. It was unfair that it kinda made sense too. Trauts could be passed down like that if the child saw it often. It still felt off on how much he did this though.

"Sitting in a chair, waiting for me to fuckin' piss myself." You mumbled walking away to your room before a wooden spatula hit your back.

"Watch your mouth." Your mom said. Tight in the shoulder blade too.

"Sorry, sorry ! Gosh-" nothing was going good today after volleyball practice it seemed.

--

It's been about 2 hours since then and your mom had left to go shop for some vegetables for lunch later. She didn't want you guys to waste money on school food tomorrow, so she left to the shops leaving you with Tobio. Doing homework in your room for the past 2 hours did help your mind release stress from the locked door incident though.

Just right in time, a curt patterned knock was heard on your door. "Come in, Tobi." You answered. In walked your brother with a small stack of homework and a colored pencil. The ones you bend and would easily break after one use. Sitting down next to you on your bed, sure not to sit on your papers. "You need help with your homework ?" He nodded. Besides all the trouble he seems to be, Tobio was a nice kid. A nice quiet kid. A nice quiet kid who was also stingy and locked you out of the house. Nevermind -

"Sorry." He said. Your eyes twitched a bit before nodding and taking the work from his hands. He looked up at you with a pouted lip. Ugly– "I said sorry !" He semi shouted. "Do you not care ?" Tobio was now standing with tears in his eyes. Why was he crying ?

"Why're you crying dude ?" You asked. He wasn't the one to cry often, but when he did it was an ugly snot nosed one. Which honestly, almost made you want to hug him like this the kid he was. "You said your sorry now just calm down. You wanted help right ?" You calmly said.

That was the last straw. Tears rushed out of his dark blue eyes as he rushed out of the room.

At this point you felt a bit bad for not accepting his apology head on for locking you out, but why was he so worked up over it ? He always did this and said sorry if he blatantly knew you needed access for whatever reason. The tears you saw on your little brothers face were glistening when he ran out the room too. Yeah, you most definitely felt bad.

So like the big brother you were –, you got up and went to ask "what was wrong". If your mom got back to see Tobio was shedding tears she would most likely be worried and ask you. Of course you would be in the same boat though. His thoughts were so one sided it was kinda hard to read him.

After opening the door to his room you found him on his bed face first. Walking towards him you lifted his very light body up to your face to see his read puffy eyes and snotty nose from crying. Yeah ugly. "What's wrong with you ?" Your voice was loud with concern. He only turned his head with sass crossing his arms making him look like a real kid.

"Put me down and I'll tell you." He said with a hoarse voice. You begrudgingly put him down on his feet and waited for him to speak. He took a deep breath and looked at you dead in the eyes. "I'm mad because you still help me." He mumbled. His blush overcoming his cheeks with red.

Your eye quilted up a bit. Of course you help him. Deep down you knew he's still a kid and is having "fun". Even though it was kinda sadistic for him. Knowing full well that he doesn't make friends like that.

You smiled nonetheless. "It's cringey, but it's because you're my little brother." You said. "I am annoyed about you locking me out, but it's what I used to do." You cringed at that a bit because your mom was right.

"We're like twins." Tobio smiled. You both were now in your room doing homework together. As brothers. ♡

{ Still want that group chat. ☝🏽💀 }

[galagaorbit]

Hinanami!

[im bad @ setting scenes >:[ the first part takes place @ the fountain]

Hajime couldn't focus on his game, how could he? Chiaki's had her head laid in his lap, concentrating on her game trying to beat her previous high score. Hajime's eyes kept shifting towards her, her occasional sniffles made him smile. He wanted this moment to last forever but it was getting late, they'd be kicked off of school grounds soon. "H-hey Nanami, I found this pretty cool cafe in Akihabara, would you, maybe, like to go with me?" he chuckled softly rubbing the nape of his neck. Chiaki hummed quietly, "It doubles as an arcade." Once she heard that she quickly turned her head to look up at him with stars in her eyes, "Really? I'd love to go, when! When! When!" She squirmed in his lap and giggled "Well we can go now but I doubt you'd want to go in your uniform, we should go home and change then meet up... If that's okay with you." Hajime's ears had turned red, maybe if she hadn't moved around so much in his lap he would've been able to keep it together. Chiaki shot up from his lap almost hitting him in the chin and turned to face him "I've never been very good at dating sims but I'll try my hardest to gain relationship points!"

"R-relationship points?! Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Well in every dating sim you get relationship points from dates you go on, I must've already raised enough friendship flags to start gaining relationship points." She gasps. "Unless there's actually a zombie apocalypse and this is just the filler! Now that I can handle."

"I have no idea what we're talking about right now."

"C'mon, we've got no time to lose."

She grabbed Hajime's hand and raced towards the school gate, relationship points? Dating sims? Hajime couldn't help it, he blushed at the thought of going on a date with Chiaki, what would he wear? What would he say? Should he bring flowers? His stomach churned, he was nervous.

They were outside of school property now, Hajime caught his breath "So, should I come pick you up? Or should we meet at the train station?"

"Let's meet at the station, it'll be more efficient that way. Bye now." She waved at him and started walking home, taking her DS out and walking, how does she not run into stuff? It's a mystery to him, he waved and watched her walk until she was too far to see, he pivoted and went home.

[Chiaki]

She threw her bag onto her bed and paused her game. She put her hands on her heart & blushed like mad, what would she wear? All she had was her uniform, merchandise and cosplay, what would normal girls wear? She thought about texting her classmates but then decided to trust what's dearest to her, video games. She booted up Kitty Powers' Matchmaker and Hunie pop on two monitors and started to play, after about 20 minutes she knew exactly what to do.

[Hajime]

Once he got home he flopped onto his bed, his mind was racing, what to do, what to do. He took off his uniform then stopped, he stared at his binder, would she mind? Would she care? Would she understand? He quickly put on a red long sleeve shirt, he felt plain in it so he put on a horde shirt on top, Chiaki probably plays The Horde...Right? He put on some loose jeans and as he was tucking his shirt in he remembered all those Tumblr posts about bisexual people tucking their shirts in, whatever, it doesn't matter. He finished cuffing his jeans and put on some converse, he tried sticking that one piece of hair down but no matter what he did it always shot back up.

Hajime: im walking to the station now

Chiaki: oki doki!! cant w8! >-< im omw 2!!

Soon enough he reached the station, he assumed she'd take a long time to get there but to his surprise she showed up two minutes later. Hajime's heart started racing, her cat thigh highs, her frilly skirt, her Resident Evil shirt, he felt as if his heart would explode and it almost did, Chiaki's hair was tied into two low pigtails, he didn't think she could get any cuter but there she is. Her jacket perfectly framed her breasts, he tried not to stare but his blush gave it all away. "H-hinata-kun? Do I look bad?" His staring must've made her self-conscious, he rushes to her side & hesitantly puts his hands on her shoulders. "I think you look perfect, not perfect like you're a god or something, BUT YOU'RE NOT UGLY, I've never seen you as ugly. Not that others do! I just think that- I'll s-stop talking." She giggled, "I understand, now let's go, my fingers are aching to play." She wiggled her fingers in Hajime's face.

Soon enough their train came, of course it was full, afterall it is a train to Akihabara, it's bound to be full. Hajime held the pole and held Chiaki close, she took out her handheld, muted it and played til they reached their destination.

(a/n: its considered rude to talk/make loud noise in trains in japan)

Hajime sighed a sigh of relief as he stepped off the train, having Chiaki pressed up against him drove him crazy. She turned to him "Lead the way Master Cheif!" She was beaming with excitment, Hajime chuckled and started walking towards the cafe before he audibly gasped, Chiaki intertwined their hands, she looked up at him and smiled, her smile was his kryptonite, he quickly turned away from her and sped up. "H-hey Hinata! Slow down! I can't keep up" Chiaki was tripping over her own feet and the cracks in the side walk, she puffed her cheeks at Hajime, which in his opinion only made her cuter. "I'm sorry Nanami, I just want to get there before they close yknow?"

"I get it, just slow down a bit." She chuckled and tilted her head at him.

They continued on, they didn't need to speak, just having each other around was enough. As they reached their destination Chiaki's eyes went wide, she could see all the games from the window, she bounced "Let's go Hinata-kun!" Chiaki dragged Hajime inside and once she stepped in her jaw dropped, she felt as if she was in a dream, she spun around, getting a good look at everything around her. She jumped onto Hajime "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Hajime hugged her tightly "I knew you'd like it here." "Like it? I love it? Let's go, c'mon" Chiaki dragged Hajime to the nearest game, he chuckled to himself, she's so quiet and reserved but when it comes to games, she's a completely different person. He thought to himself. Chiaki couldn't take her eyes off the screen, she was so focused that she had her tongue sticking out a bit in between her lips, Hajime wanted to poke it, but why? He had no reason to, he stared at her, he could barely focus on his own screen plus she was doing just fine without him, the flashing lights hitting Chiaki's soft skin made her seem unreal, the reflection of her screen in her eyes, the noises she'd make, it all made Hajime's heart flutter. "I'm gonna go get us some boba, what flavour do you want?" She stayed silent for a bit "Strawberry...probably." Her eyes didn't leave the screen, Hajime walked off to go get their boba. Once Hajime left, Chiaki felt lonely, why? He's still there, he just left to get some boba. Even though Hajime didn't do well with the game she still enjoyed his company, even if he was just standing their, but Chiaki didn't feel lonely for long, she soon felt two hands cover her eyes "Guess who?" She giggled and turned around, not caring about the game, Hajime handed her the boba and sipped on his "Wow, the games are great and so are the drinks" Chiaki held her cup with two hands and took a large sip. Hajime laughed to himself and leaned against the machine behind him, "I found DDR on the other side of the cafe, wanna have a competition?"

She gulped. "I'll wipe the floor with you!"

"Bring it on!"

They rushed to the DDR machine and discarded their empty cups, obviously Chiaki picked the hardest difficulty, Paranoia Survivor Max, hijinks ensued; Chiaki was getting a perfect score as always so Hajime decided to tickle her, it worked, she lost her combo & Hajime continued. Chiaki puffed her cheeks "Hajime, someone's stealing your phone!" Hajime quickly turned around and looked for his phone, Chiaki laughed as she continued to play, they decided to focus on their game however Hajime isn't the most graceful when it comes to DDR. Hajime ended up tripping on his shoelace and landed on top of Chiaki with a thud, he's seen enough anime to know that he's probably touching her breast or his face is in between her legs but no, this wasn't an anime. Even with Hajime on top of her Chiaki couldn't help but laugh, Hajime slowly lifted himself off the laughing girl. His hands were near her head, he was still on top of her but he didn't want to move, he's never heard her laugh like that, he bursted into laughter, he didn't care if people were staring, he was having fun, she was having fun. Chiaki started to snort, she tried stopping but the more she did the more she snorted, Hajime thought it was the most beautiful noise, cuter than her giggles, cuter than her hmph's, cuter than her sniffles, her unrestrained laughter was music to his ears. Once they both calmed down they got up off the floor and smiled at each other, they couldn't help it, it was so natural to them.

"I'm sleepy... Let's go home." She giggled softly as she grabbed Hajime's hand and laid her head on his shoulder. He put an arm around her and hugged her close, in that moment, he felt perfect, no need for a talent, no need to be an ultimate, no insecurities, no doubts, he felt perfect... With her.

hhhh i hope u liek it! im not a writer but i tried my best!

[moth-and-raven]

CHAPTER FOUR

The rest of the day passes in a haze. Loud cheers met Nadia’s announcement and Portia slipped into the rush just in time to board the carriage, tear-stained but determined to fight through it.

I must have been imagining things. I don’t want to think poorly of Julian, but I have to face facts: people will do and say anything to keep themselves off the gallows. He’s smart. He’s charismatic. He knows I’m working with the Palace. I can’t help but think he was just trying to endear himself to me, taking advantage of how obviously attracted to him I am. I can’t blame him for that. It’s my own fault for chasing what was a pathetic pipe dream from the start.

I retreat to my room after we return to the palace. It’s not unreasonable, considering I haven’t slept much in the past few days. From my bed, I watch spots of sunlight creep across the ceiling until I fall asleep. At least it’s dreamless this time.

Portia comes to get me for dinner in the late evening, when the sky’s turned purple. She’s itching with curiosity, peeking at me from the corner of her eye the whole way to the dining hall. Before we enter, she clears her throat.

“So, um.”

“It was nothing.” If I keep telling myself that, maybe it’ll hurt less. “Did you—?”

“Safe and sound. At least as much as he can be.”

“How long had it been since—?”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth just like he does. “Ten years, give or take. The last time I saw him was right after his apprenticeship. He came back to Nevivon for a few months while he was figuring out what else to do. I was only sixteen, so he must’ve been… twenty-five?”

The same age I am now. I didn’t realize he was that much older than me, though I suppose it makes sense. He’s lived quite a life. Yet more reason for him to see nothing of interest in me.

Portia pushes on: “What will you say to—?”

“I’m not telling her anything.” I shake my head and look away. “I don’t have anything to tell her anyway.”

That’s not a lie. I may know more about him now, but nothing pertinent.

“She’ll ask.”

“I know.”

I must not be doing as good of a job hiding my sadness as I thought I was, because Portia rests her hand on my shoulder and squeezes gently. I don’t have it in me to say that whatever she’s imagining isn’t true.

I can’t do this.

“Could you tell Nadia that I—” Humiliated, I choke on my tears. “I'm— I’ll be in the library.”

I’m already around the corner by the time she agrees. I don't know what I’m going to do there, but at least I’ll be alone. Again.

I may not remember beyond the last three years, but I know in my heart that I’ve never been loved like I am in my dreams. I probably never will be. With all the beautiful people out there, who would choose me, the fat twenty-five-year-old virgin so gullible she falls for every man who looks at her twice? What could I possibly offer someone like him?

Nothing.

Painful, empty nothing.

I end up at the library eventually. At least I can navigate the palace better than I could the South End. My tears have almost stopped before I feel the metal arc of the crescent moon still hanging around my neck and break apart again. I manage to reach an armchair, nestled in an alcove near a half-flight of stairs, and curl up in it as best I can to weather the storm.

I’m so ugly when I cry. Thank god no one can see it. No one ever should.

When the waves settle and my breath doesn’t feel so foreign in my lungs, I press my palms to my eyes and sigh heavily. I have a headache now, as I always do after I cry like that. I know I should be hungry, but I’m not. I don’t know what I am.

But I made a promise. To Nadia and to Julian. Even if I never see him again, I’ll help him as much as I can. And with all of his research, all the palace staff who knew both him and Lucio, all the magic echoes swirling around waiting for someone to hear them, I think I can help him a lot.

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I was always more comfortable at night. I sleep a little bit, curled up in the armchair, but it’s not very comfortable and I wake up sore. I’m glad I came to the library, though: Julian’s desk is a mess of torn papers and marked-up books, underlines and strikethroughs and question marks in the margins, and I have so little time to piece it all together. If I hadn’t slept yesterday away… yesterday. I shouldn’t be thinking about yesterday. It was nothing. It is nothing.

He’ll be nothing if I can’t figure this out.

Portia brings me something to eat in the very early hours, right before dawn. Without saying a word, she draws up another chair and starts sorting through things too. She can read his handwriting much more easily than I can.

And Count Lucio’s name shows up. And again, and again. Lucio’s temperature rising. Lucio says wine tastes metallic. Alchemical fluid in Lucio’s prosthetic turned red, wouldn’t survive replacement. Observations in clipped clinical speech, but scrawled with ever-increasing desperation. Lucio spitting up blood. Lucio not sleeping, complaining of bad dreams. Lucio too weak to eat, still alive.

Notes on the dissection of a beetle, a cross-section of a human brain, a map of the palace with large red Xs over half the rooms in the east wing. Peeking over my shoulder, Portia points at them.

“That’s the Count’s Suite. He had the whole wing, actually. No one goes up there anymore.”

I straighten up, my joints crackling from the hours I've spent hunched over. “Why?”

She shrugs. “Nadia had the whole thing blocked off. It’s really dirty, from the— all the ash and stuff. And people say it’s haunted.”

“By Lucio?”

“I guess. One of the other housekeepers swears they saw the ghost of a weird guy at the top of the stairs once. That it looked right at them with spooky red eyes. I think they’re full of shit, but maybe it’s worth a look?”

There could be a thousand things worth a look. If I had more time… “I don’t know. I have a couple spells that might be able to pin down a ghost, but I’ve never actually tried them.”

“If it is Lucio, though, wouldn’t he be able to say who killed him?”

“Hm. That’s true. Is the wing locked?”

Portia grins and fishes in her pocket. “Not if you have keys.”

The main staircase is close to the library. I feel the air get colder as we approach, and the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck start to stand up even before Portia unlocks the corridor that leads to Lucio’s bedroom. It’s eerily quiet, all gray and black, luxury gone to ruin in the wake of a disaster. I’ve seen reproductions of burned-out buildings that look like this, after heavy battles. It crosses my mind that destruction of that caliber had taken extremely powerful magic to accomplish, not the actions of a single man weakened by pressure and long hours in the midst of a plague. Julian can’t even do magic. He said as much during our long conversation at the Raven. I can’t imagine anything else that would do this much damage without bringing the entire palace down.

Interesting.

Cinders crunch underfoot. Charred paintings watch us pass. A primal fear creeps along just behind us, whispering then asking then screaming at us to flee. I can feel my heart in my throat and adrenaline in my blood, every sense heightened. Tattered curtains move at the corner of my eye: I’m terrified to look and even more terrified not to.

But I can tell without bringing magic to my hand that there’s nothing here. At least nothing that wants to make itself known. There’s just a spark of pure rage somewhere deep inside the wing, but it doesn’t want to be seen. No ghosts, no goats, no ghost goats. No spooky red eyes. Just soot and smoke stains and three years of neglect. The fear lurking in the back of my mind isn’t supernatural, just the normal human mistrust of the dark and abandoned.

We go all the way to the end of the suite to no avail. Part of me thinks I should stay, but I’m getting tired now and the idea of sleeping in these rooms isn’t appealing. Portia takes my sigh as an admission of defeat and pats my arm. It was a distant hope anyway.

Near the end of the corridor as we leave, a small glimmer catches my attention. If I hadn’t been looking that way to start with, I never would’ve noticed it.

“Hey Portia, what’s in there?”

She lifts up the lantern and peers into the room. “Bath chamber, I think.”

We see it at the same time, as the light catches the red gleam again: falling from the sink are drops of blood. More of it trickles across the floor. The walls are stained from it, up to the window.

“What the fuck?”

My sentiments exactly. What is this? It can’t be actual blood, can it? This is the top floor of the palace. Is it bubbling up through the plumbing?

“Nadia’s gonna want to know about this,” Portia says in a small voice.

“Wait. Let me check it out first.”

She turns to look at me, pale in the lantern’s glow. “This is way beyond whatever my brother might have done. It could infect the whole palace!”

“Do you think it’s infectious?”

Portia frowns. “Did you… Were you in Vesuvia back then? During the Plague?”

There’s no point in lying. “No.”

“Neither was I, but I heard about it. Before I left Nevivon, some sailors docked and told everyone what they’d seen. People died so quickly, there wasn’t space to keep their bodies. And they were all red, their eyes and their fingertips, everywhere you could see veins.” She shudders. “I can’t believe Ilya worked with it and… and…”

She must’ve been so scared, knowing that he could die any day.

“You know that big ugly crematorium out in the bay?” she asks.

“The Lazaret.” Everyone knows about that. You can see it from shore, a jagged silhouette reminding everyone of the toll the Plague took on the city. I don’t like looking at it: it makes my heart ache.

“Yeah. Even with that, there were too many bodies. So many people… There was a rumor that the Palace stored the extra ones, until they could be burned.”

“Where would they have been able to keep them?”

“Dunno. But there’s a huge tunnel system under here, all the way down into the cliffs. And the dungeon’s really big.”

I’d wondered how Julian could escape the prison cells, when the only way out was through the palace itself. Tunnels would explain that, I suppose. “So do you think there’s still something tainting the water?”

Her eyes are wide in the dark. “There might be. Kinda like here, no one’s been in the dungeons for ages. Probably since then.”

I frown. It’s unlikely, but I can’t deny the evidence right in front of me. I take another step into the washroom and trace the flow towards the wall. Some of the stones are loose now, after years of water damage. There’s more than enough room for it all to drain away between them.

Weak dawn sunlight floods the horizon as I stand up and glance out the window. I can see most of the city from here, out across the harbor to the Lazaret and down through the South End and directly into the lush gardens below.

And beyond the gardens, flowing from the palace along the channel of an aqueduct, is a stream of blood red.

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Nadia scowls at the dripping red water, then summons her bodyguard to her side and dispatches them with a whispered order. Both Portia and I follow her out of the wing, but Portia splits off at the base of the stairs to see to her duties while Nadia invites me into the dining hall for breakfast.

A massive, gaudy painting hangs over the table, eyeing us as we pick over the array of egg dishes and sliced fruit. It depicts a celebration scene, I think, presided over by a muscular blond man with his arms spread wide over a crowd of adoring citizens. Nadia notices me looking at it and chuckles.

“Admiring my late husband’s art sense, are you, Reyja?”

I don’t want to offend her, but I think Count Lucio should’ve stuck to partying. “It’s, um, very vibrant.”

“That was typical of him,” she laughs. “Ostentatious to a fault.”

People don’t talk about Lucio much, unless they’re cursing his name for all the damage he did to the city with his warmongering and overspending. I’m trying to solve his murder, but now that I think of it, I don’t know much about the man himself. “What was he like?”

Nadia grimaces. “Much as you’ve heard, I expect. Loud, brash, insolent. Committed to his life of luxury. I would not have married him, had I been sober when he proposed.”

She must catch my surprise, because she fixes me in her dark eyes and raises a brow as if daring me to judge her.

Of course I won’t. “How did you two meet?”

“He was visiting Prakra,” she says. “To present himself to Empress Nasrin, my mother, as the Count of Vesuvia. He had been in power for some time by then, as I recall. I believe he told me that he’d first come to this city nearly twenty years before, on a mercenary contract.”

“He wasn’t from here?”

“No. He was of the Southern tribes.”

That’s confusing. “How did he get to be Count?”

“The former Count grew quite fond of him. Lucio was named his heir shortly after he arrived, and took the throne shortly after that. He spoke often of the battle in which he lost his arm—” She points at the painting. Lucio’s left arm shines, gilded in gold leaf. “—the same in which Spada was killed.”

Lucio may have been bloodthirsty, especially fond of the fights to the death at the coliseum Vesuvia used to be famous for, but everyone knew his roots as a successful mercenary. Even in his forties, when he died, he was strong and virile.

Which was why his death came as such a shock. Who would’ve thought such a man would die in his bed, ravished by sickness and weak enough to fall to an unskilled assassin?

“What about the Plague?” I ask quietly. People talk about Lucio a little bit, but no one discusses the Plague at all, as if the mere mention of it will cause its return.

Nadia nods. “It appeared nearly overnight, five years ago. No one had seen its like before. To my knowledge, nothing like it has been seen since, either.”

“Do we know where it came from?”

“I’m afraid not. Little is known of it, save that it killed thirty thousand of my people in two years.”

Her people. Nadia may have been Prakran by birth, but this was her city now.

“I had been visiting my sisters when it struck,” Nadia continues, gaze unfocused as she looks back through her memories. “As such, I was forbidden from returning until we were certain it had passed.”

I remember the parade that welcomed her back, but I didn’t realize she’d been gone that long. It’s been less than a year: she must be so busy, trying to pull Vesuvia together again. No wonder the search for her husband’s murderer hadn’t been her top priority until now. “I’m sorry.”

She tilts her head, looking at me. “Understand this, Reyja: if the Plague has not truly left the city, and what you and dear Portia discovered today is proof of that, then the search for Doctor Devorak must be set aside. I am eager to see justice done, but one man’s life, when weighed against the lives of thousands, will not tip the scales. I hope I may rely upon your services regardless of that outcome.”

Her visit to the shop feels very far away. I’m attached to this now, however big it gets. “I’ll be here.”

“Thank you. I have sent Yazakh to fetch an expert on the Plague from their estate. I hope they will return soon, but in the meantime, I urge you to rest. We may have much to consider in the coming days.”

I take a small pastry with me when I leave the table and make my way back to my room. I don’t doubt that she’s right, but even with this additional set of problems, I can’t keep my mind away from Julian. Thoughts of him cloud my head as I lay down for a nap and they’re still there when I wake up. My stomach isn’t happy with me, swirling with guilt and humiliation and anxiety, but I don’t know what to do about it.

The expert still hasn’t arrived when I go up to Lucio’s suite to check. I pass the library on the way back and my fingers fly to the silver moon pendant still around my neck, following the divot Julian’s own nerves wore in the metal. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to look through his notes while I wait, if I can concentrate enough to get anything useful out of them.

I can’t.

When the sun sets again, I give up. Another day gone, and I’ve only discovered more things to do. I need something to focus on, something with a solution, something… something that might distract me from the fact that I’m no closer to clearing Julian’s name.

I can follow that water, if nothing else. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but maybe I can learn where it’s going. And I can get out of the palace, maybe work off some of this nervous energy. And I won’t be surrounded by pieces of him, distracting me from my mission. It’ll be perfect.

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[90s-belladonna]

Hello!! This is sparkncharge's main!! I caught wind that the queen has reached 1k and came running to request a matchup! Congratulations and here's to many more 💖 Don't feel rushed to do this btw!!Okay, I’m a 100% introvert who has a very tough time connecting with people,I'm 18, bi, fem,a gemini,I'm a huge procrastinator but if I have a goal I will never give up on it so I can be REALLY stubborn if I want to be,I'm 5"2, very aggressive tho,I also take everything too seriously (pt1)

“(part 2) ah,,, I didn't want to make this 2 parts I'm sorry ;_; But taking things too seriously makes me the perfect target for teasing hahah,,, Since you need some appearance stuff.... I'm rly ugly LMAO and very VERY insecure, I don't like anything abt me sobI can't give you much on that front :(( Just go with someone you think won't care about appearances!! Finally, I tend to put others before myself but... it's to the point of being a doormat tbh,,, and!! my dream is to become a writer!!”

Denki Kaminari

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why did I match you two?: I think he’d break all your walls down whether you liked it or not and you’d never see it coming, like one day he’d just be this annoying kid trying to be your friend and the next he literally shines brighter than the sun to you. He’d be really greta for you as a partner and would help with boosting your confidence

how you’d get together: he’d probably notice you being too shy to talk to anyone else and he doesn’t want anyone to be without a friend so he’d start trying to befriend you. As he gets to know you he’ll automatically find your determination about the things you love absolutely magnetic and after a while he’ll work up the courage to ask you out.

what your relationship would be like: it’d consist of him being extremely supportive of you and your dreams, and vice versa. He’d find a way to make every single day fun and happy for you because to him it’s exactly what you deserve. There would be tons of inside jokes between the two of you and he’d constantly push you to socialize more, but not in an overwhelming way, and will constantly help you try and achieve your dreams.

nicknames he has for you: ‘lightning bug’ is his mushy nickname for you that he only calls you privately, ‘honey bunny’ was also meant to be a private nickname but it constantly slips out while in public so he just constantly calls you that now, he’ll also call you ‘baby’ but not as often as the other two.

your song: she - harry styles

headcanons for your relationship:

❥ unbeknownst to you he’ll always be watching out for you and making sure no one is taking advantage of you and your kind nature or making fun of you for taking things serious and being passionate about them.

❥ as much as he hates to read he will ALWAYS read all of your works and even compliment you on them since he knows how much your dream means to you

❥ he’ll constantly compliment you and say “you’re beautiful from the inside and out” like he can’t fathom how you don’t see how perfect you are.

❥ he’s the type of guy to take off guard picture of you and post them to his snapchat story just to brag about how amazing you are

❥ if he catches you procrastinating on unimportant tasks then he too will join you and it’ll eventually turn into a cuddling session.

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[ash-myhill]

CHAPTER 1

~Lexi in the picture~

No one ever moves to my small town and definatly not in the middle of the semester. But today more than a few large moving trucks passed my house, and still coming. Finally, when I was becoming curious the line ended with a black range rover Evoque pulling a trailer. Even in the early musky light I could see the horses inside. The horses looked restless as they neared their new home, a mansion sorownded by woods and rolling hills, perfect for holding any animals, just a couple blocks over from our home-

Was for sale no longer, it was massive all 3 stories plus it's basement and attic. Our town Greenville county. Not many people new about this place, only few lived here, and most lived in the next town over or online. The closest place to us is a small city, it's biggest market being Wal-Mart, what would it matter with one more family being in it?

Besides not like I would be greeted if they did have a kid my age. Might just be a couple who wanted to live in a small town to show of their stacks of cash. I mentally rolled my eyes and slipped on a pair of my sweatpants. I wouldn't want to talk to a new kid anyways-

"Alexandra get your ass down here now! we're starving just because you feel like sleeping in!"

I flinched at my fathers voice and squeaked audibly, even though he couldn't here it, I know he didn't expect me to reply since I never did...

But that ment I have 20 seconds to get down there depending on his mood, so I grabbed my shoes and my bag filled with my school supplies and stumble down the stairs. When I stepped into the kitchen I was greeted with a mutual sting on the right side of my face.

"Your late" he growled

I squinted and nodded my head firmly trying not to show fear because for some reason this sick bastard enjoyed it. Lightly touching my cheek with my cold fingers in hope to cool it down, it didn't help at all. I threw my stuff out onto the chair my bag was sitting on and glanced at my sister caking her naturally beautiful face in makeup, sitting expectantly at the kitchen table hardly looking my way before answering my un-asked question "eggs and yogurt" she scowled quickly at me with her pale white face. I looked at her again as I got out the eggs. She sighed "runny, like always" she blinked her big puffy eyes in the tiny mirror she held in front of her. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair and fluffed it up. She had a perfect body that teanage guys love, and showed it of too much, but she didn't seem to mind. I fixed it exactly like she liked it placing a cup of yogurt in front of her, only 80 calories of cource, while I cooked the eggs. I made another for me, two for father and one for mother; I could hear her in the shower, I put them all on a plate, getting the 4 pieces of toast and two glasses of orange juice for my parents. I took the plate for father and gave it to him, and as usual my thanks is a slap to the face and a knee to the stomach. His eyes swarmed with anger just like a tornado. I placed mother's on the empty place at the table, along with two glasses. I ate mine quickly, hardly chewing and went into the living room to put on my tennis shoes. I pushed my long chocolate brown hair behind my ears and tied my shoes, I flicked my hair back as I stood my eyes practically the same colour as my hair, the same brown eyes my sister has. Although I didn't cover my eyelashes with mascara only a little (something my mother made me do). I reached in my bag, for my iPod. When I found it, I plugged it in my ears filling with a sweet melody. Putting the MP3 player in my pocket. I slung my bag over my shoulder and rushed out the door. Walking to and from school was my favourite part of the day, since Leah wouldn't bother giving me a ride; although I knew she would never give me one. She didn't want everyone at school knowing she was related to me. Even though half the school already knew. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the cool air nipping slightly at my face, indicating the coming winter. The falling snow, the Christmas trees, the cool weather...... I loved it all.

When the loud voices and blaring horns interrupted my music I knew I was at school. I looked up to see Leah and her boyfriend Samuel making out against her car. I scowled and walked past them briskly, taking out my earphones and placing them back into my bag. I walked up to my locker and slowly opened it. As I switched out my morning routine and afternoon notebooks, I heard a shoulder connect with the locker next to mine. I looked up to see Samuel smirking down at me. The top of his hair spiked up in grease . I blinked, confused to why he was here, looking as if he wanted to talk to me. Not that I would answer.

I closed my locker door and put my bag over my shoulder again beginning to turn away Samuel grabbed my upper arm in a tight grip to stop me. I winced and froze in place.

"Aren't you going to say hit me?"

He asked in a mocking voice. I wanted to rip my arm from his grasp, but I was scared he would do much worse.

I shook my head and closed my eyes but they flew open as he pushed me against the lockers, releasing my arm from his grip and instead placing it just above my head. His other arm held my waist, trapping me in. My heart hammered in my throat, fear gripping me in its tight claws. His eyes hungrily searched my body up and down, and his hand slid up my shirt. My eyes flickered around for anyone to help me, or a teacher to stop him.

"Aw, c'mon that's not very polite just say something, anything c'mon virgin." He teased.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth it was something the whole school teased me about, something I was proud of. I didn't want to be anything like my family. Everything they did I did the opposite. They curse, I don't. They take advantage of the opposite sex every chance they get. Every word that comes out of their mouth is hurtful, so I just don't speak. I pushed him away something I knew I would regret later, but I didn't care. He scowled at me. I tightened my grip on my bag at took a step away when a shrill voice stopped me.

"Alexandra you whore, what do you think your doing with my boyfriend!" my sister, Leah shrieked, stomping over to me. I flinched at her word as she pointed a perfectly manicured finger in my face.

"You are so gonna get it tonight."

She growled, huffed took Samuels hand and led him away. My hands were already trembling when he turned back and winked at me, before kissing Leah's head and pulling her tighter to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. My hands were still shaking when I sat down in U.S history class. Slowly and steadily I took out my notebook, opened it and pulled out a pen. The thoughts running through my head are not good, and scared me to death. My father punching me in the eye, in the stomach, kicking me everywhere his feet could reach. All of them ended with me bloodied, bruised and defeated when I had done nothing wrong. At the back of the class, I hung my head in my hands trying to calm down. Tears spring in my eyes, but I held them back. Not in school. Not here, once my hands had somewhat steadied, I began to take notes scribbled on the board about the civil war.i was done before the bell rang, and flicked to the back of the notebook and continued writing my short stories. My stories were where I wasn't hit. I could actually speak to people without being scared. A world where I had a boyfriend - a good one. These stories, the books I read, my music. They were the only escape I had. And I loved every minute of it.

"Miss Rose" a deep voice said, bringing me back to my awefull world. I looked into my teachers dull gray eyes. "We are going to be having a new student coming into our class tomorrow, I wanted you to know he will be sitting next to you" he? My eyes widened and I shook my head. I was happy sitting by myself. This was my favourite class; he couldn't ruin it like this! A boy no less! He was going to ask me so many questions, and I wouldn't be able to answer him. No, I could not sit next to a new kid.

Mr. Williams shrugged "I'm sorry Lexi, but we have no other room for him." He looked like he wanted to pat me on the head or something, but he knew I didn't like to be touched. " I'll inform him of your... Speach impediment" that'll just make him ask more questions! I thought my shoulders dipping. I ran my fingers through my hair as he turned around and left, strolling back to the front and begining his lesson.

I had seen trailers passing by my home earlier today, but I didn't think there would actually be a new kid! A new kid in Greenville high was almost unheard of. Something that almost never happened. Everyone will be  falling over him no matter how cute or ugly he is. And that ment everyone would be over at my table for 1st period, wanting me to reply but I wouldn't. I mean I did have a notebook I could write to him on, but that would seem unlikely.

Later my third period teacher told the class the same thing, that a new student would be arriving tomorrow and he was going to be sitting in the desk in front of me ( since I was at the back again). She looked right at me when she told the class to take a welcoming to him and show him around I love all my teachers, and they loved me like they do all the kids, and they want me to talk again. The second half of my freshman year was when I decided that not talking was better than talking at all. It got me into less trouble. I had always been a little sassy when I did talk, and that got me a lot of bruises from my family. I was in the first half of my junior year now, and Leah was in her senior year. I did her homework for her since I had already taken those classes in this school since we were always short of teachers.  Mrs. Campos, my third period teacher also taught biology, which I had in fact taken my freshman year. She had heard my voice but now I had none.

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For the MDZS modern AU prompts, I'm intrigued by Qin Su and your OC. So maybe them and "falling leaves" ~chi-zi

Oooooooh, okay! I certainly wasn’t expecting this request! But I’m very happy to fill it~

I hope you like this!

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Qin Su is excited. Granted, she is usually in a state of near-perpetual excitement, but today, she’s more excited than usual.

It’s Saturday, but she wakes up early. She’s too excited to sleep in.

Because today, Qin Su is going on a date.

It’s not her first date, but it’s her first date with a girl, and it’s a girl she really, really likes. The girl’s name is Zhao Zhiruo, and she’s one grade higher than Qin Su. They met at the school’s GSA club last year.

By all accounts, senior Zhao Zhiruo is far out of Qin Su’s league— not that she’s ever given much merit to high school popularity measurements. But according to every high school TV drama that’s ever existed, Qin Su would be classified as a bookworm, or a teacher’s pet. Something that translates to “nerd, but a girl.”

Zhao Zhiruo would be typecast as the self-absorbed cheerleader, the rich girl, the queen bee. Or, if not the queen bee, then one of the worker bees.

But real high school is different than the movies. That’s why Qin Su was able to ask Zhao Zhiruo out on a date.

The morning creeps by way too slowly. Qin Su sits at the kitchen counter, swinging her feet, and trying not to look at the digital clock on the microwave too often. She is already doing this long before anyone else in the house wakes up. Her date isn’t until 3 in the afternoon.

Qin Su doesn’t know what to do to make time move faster. She feels too restless to read, or to watch television.

Hope comes in the form of Mo Xuanyu, her fourteen-year-old Didi. He grins toothily when he catches sight of Qin Su, fully dressed at seven in the morning on a Saturday. In contrast, Mo Xuanyu is still in his pajamas, with a full on rat’s nest on his head.

“Couldn’t sleep, A-jie?” He guesses.

Qin Su pops up to her feet, to pull a chair back for her baby bro. “What about you, Yu-er?” She asks, “What are you doing up so early on the weekend?”

Mo Xuanyu sits down and pats her arm. “Nightmares,” he answers, “I watched that new slasher thriller last night.”

“I’ll never understand why you watch those kinds of movies when they scare you so much,” Qin Su says, and goes off to start making breakfast now that at least one other family member is up.

“Being scared is the entire point,” Mo Xuanyu explains, not for the first time. “Besides,” he adds, “it’s spooky season. I’m trying to be festive.”

Qin Su rolls her eyes. She pours the cup of rice into the saucepan full of water, and stirs, starting the process of making congee. She also tosses in some leftover fried chicken from the refrigerator, and heats the rest of it up in the microwave for them to snack on while their breakfast simmers.

They enjoy a companionable silence for a few minutes. Mo Xuanyu yawns into his palm, and Qin Su nibbles on the fried skin of the chicken.

“Want some tea, too?” Qin Su asks, already taking out the kettle.

“Please,” Mo Xuanyu says. He combs his fingers through his tangled hair, and scrunches his face up when his fingers get stuck. “Ugh,” he complains, “I bet I look so ugly right now.”

Qin Su giggles. “You look like a mop,” she admits, “but a cute mop.”

He smiles back at her.

It’s a typical Saturday morning, but today Qin Su takes the time to appreciate it. She knows she’s lucky. Her family has always been supportive, even when they don’t quite understand each other. It’s because of them that she had the courage to come out, to join the school GSA, and to ask Zhao Zhiruo on a date.

Slowly, other people begin to wake up: Qin Su’s mother, Mo Xuanyu’s mother Mo Hou, and last but not least, once the congee is finally finished, Jin Zixuan’s mother Ouyang Jiangnu.

Qin Su adds the toppings to the congee and serves everyone a bowl.

The three mothers are too sleepy to talk at first. They’re busy women, working long hours to support their children with only minimal financial assistance from the father, and Qin Su admires them all very much.

But with time, and full bellies, the women begin to perk up. And naturally, Qin Su’s date becomes the hot topic of the morning.

“What time is your date again, A-Su?” Luo Pingyang, her mother, asks.

“Three.”

“And you’re sure you won’t need a ride to the movie theater? It’s really no trouble.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s only a fifteen minute walk if we take a shortcut through the park. I wanted to see all the beautiful foliage, anyway.”

Mo Hou hums her agreement. “It really is beautiful,” she says, “I might have to go for a walk in the park later myself.”

“Hmm, I’m more worried about the yard,” Ouyang Jiangnu admits, “The front lawn is already swimming with leaves! It’ll take at least an hour to rake it all up. Maybe two. I’ll ask Zixuan to do that the next time he comes home to do his laundry.”

Jin Zixuan is a freshman in college now, and he’s living on campus. It’s still weird, not having him in the house.

“Why wait for him?” Mo Hou asks, “We’ve got two strong, capable kids right here.”

Mo Xuanyu snorts, but he says, “Sure, I can rake the lawn.” He stretches out his spine, and adds, “First I have to get dressed, and comb my hair, and wash my face. Maybe put on some foundation—“

“Yes, yes,” Mo Hou cuts him off with a laugh, “You can go get pretty first.”

“I’ll help, too,” Qin Su offers, because she can’t think of any better way to kill time until her date. And also, because she likes to help out.

“If you’re going to help me, then you should change into something else first. I don’t want you ruining that nice outfit with dirt and sweat.” Mo Xuanyu stands from his seat, taking his dishes to the sink. “You can do that while I ‘get pretty’, as my Mama so kindly put it.”

Mo Hou giggles. “That was a joke,” she says, “You’re always pretty.”

“Uh-huh,” Mo Xuanyu hums.

Because of the cute back and forth banter between mother and son, Qin Su is smiling as she retreats to her room to change.

She loves her family so very much.

—

Unfortunately, Ouyang Jiangnu’s time estimates are way off. By the time three rolls around, Mo Xuanyu and Qin Su are still stuffing leaves into brown paper bags. They only learn it’s three because Zhao Zhiruo arrives.

“Uh, hello?”

Qin Su’s head whips up. She stares, confused, at her date.

Zhao Zhiruo is popular for a reason. She comes from old money, and it’s evident in her choice of clothing. She’s wearing a designer fall coat, white and pristine, that likely costs about as much as Qin Su’s entire wardrobe.

“Zhao Zhiruo!” Qin Su laughs, and hopes there aren’t any leaves stuck in her hair. “I haven’t forgotten about our date! I just... wanted to take care of some chores, and I lost track of time!”

“It’s okay,” Zhao Zhiruo says. She looks from Qin Su to the leaf pile at her feet. “Are you... almost done?”

Mo Xuanyu jumps forward to rescue Qin Su. “Go and get dressed for your date,” he tells her, “I’ll finish up here.” Then he turns to Zhao Zhiruo and waves sheepishly.

Though they’re all regular members of the GSA meetings, Mo Xuanyu continues to be intimidated by Zhao Zhiruo.

“Right,” Qin Su says, “Thanks, Yu-er! Zhiruo, I’ll be right back!”

She rushes back inside, heart beating wildly. She can only imagine what she looks like. When she gets to her bedroom mirror, her fears are confirmed. Her face is smudged with dirt, and there are multiple leaves sticking out of her hair.

Qin Su smacks her forehead, and prays that Zhao Zhiruo won’t hold any of this against her.

—

Both girls are quiet as they take the shortcut through the park. Qin Su is in her own head, berating herself for already setting a bad first impression.

But when Zhao Zhiruo speaks up, her first words are, “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?” Qin Su looks to her. “For what?”

Zhao Zhiruo fidgets, wringing her fingers together through her gloves. “For being rude... asking you if you were ‘almost done’.”

“Oh.” Qin Su thinks it over, and decides, “I didn’t think you were being rude.”

Zhao Zhiruo gives a small, hesitant smile. “That’s good,” she says, “Sometimes, when I talk, I come across as rude. I have a mean-sounding voice.”

“I don’t think so!” Qin Su is appalled. Who would dare say such a thing to Zhao Zhiruo?

“You don’t?” Zhao Zhiruo blinks, clearly surprised.

“Not at all! And anyone who’s ever told you that is the real meanie!” Qin Su flushes at her choice of insult. But it’s too late to take it back now. “I think you have a lovely voice.”

The other girl blushes, too. “I wish I had a voice like yours,” Zhao Zhiruo confesses, “It’s bubbly, and sweet. Everyone knows you’re friendly just by talking to you.”

“Well, thank you!” In truth, many people find Qin Su’s voice annoying, especially her laugh. It’s too shrill, they say. Qin Su is pleased as punch that Zhao Zhiruo apparently begs to differ. “But you should really appreciate your own voice more. It’s very charming.”

“You don’t think it’s too deep?” Zhao Zhiruo asks, unconvinced, “People say I sound like I’m always being sarcastic.”

Qin Su thinks that over. “Well, you are sarcastic an awful lot,” she admits, “but I can tell when you’re joking, and when you’re being sincere.”

“Oh? How can you tell?”

Qin Su thinks even harder. “I don’t know,” she admits, “It just sounds different.”

Zhao Zhiruo finally relaxes. “I guess I’ll just take your word for it,” she says, and begins skipping a little with each step. She looks up towards the sky and gives a pleased hum. “Autumn leaves are so beautiful,” she says suddenly, “Too bad it’s so cold, or it’d be my favorite season.”

“If it wasn’t be cold, it wouldn’t be fall,” Qin Su points out, “I like it! Fall is my favorite season. Yours?”

“Mine’s summer,” Zhao Zhiruo replies. She kicks at a collection of leaves on the paved pathway. “But fall is good, too. I know it makes me a basic bitch, but I like all the pumpkin spice flavored stuff.”

Qin Su laughs. “Yeah, me too! But sometimes things are popular for a reason.” Like you, she thinks.

“Hmm, yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

After that, conversation comes more easily to them. They enjoy the scenery, and talk about their favorite things. Qin Su gushes about horses and cats. Zhao Zhiruo tries to explain all the convoluted love triangles going on in her favorite TV dramas. Even before they get to the theater, they start holding hands— for warmth, Zhao Zhiruo insists.

Qin Su smiles the entire time. Admittedly, she’s a bit naive about romance... but she feels like she’s experiencing the start of something very special.