#i mean duh clearly but huh was this like an actual debate??

[cookierun-shipconfessions]

Strawberry Cream confirmed not an adult (again)

Principal Pave Choco: "This is too dangerous for you. Stay somewhere safe. Let the adult Cookies handle this!"

From the new OB update. Well she's referring to all the students but this is to clear up the debacle from his debut :)

Did I miss smtn in the CROB part of the community

[oxydiane]

‘Does it ever upset you?’

‘Mhhh?’ Ron shifts slightly, adjusting the arm curled around Harry’s waist. ‘What’re you talking about?’

‘That… This, that nobody knows about this.’ Harry whispers with a nod to their current position; he is laying against Ron’s chest, Ron’s lips pressed against his hair and leaving quick kisses every once in a while.

‘Why? It matters to you?’ Ron mumbles, clearly far sleepier than his boyfriend.

‘I dunno,’ Harry thinks of how the only reason they get to lay and cuddle like this is Sirius and Remus’ date night, thinks of how Sirius left him the home for the night and he used the chance to sneak in his boyfriend when Sirius had trusted him. ‘Should tell Padfoot, maybe?’

Ron seems to wake up at once. ‘Huh? No way! He’s going to kill me!’

‘He’s not going to kill you,’ a roll of eyes.

‘Duh! He already doesn’t like me because he knows of your embarrassing crush on me!’ Harry laughs and shoves him playfully. ‘You wanna add fuel to the fire so next time I show up he’s not even gonna let us in your room? This door-stays-open rule is bad already!’

‘He just wants to make sure —‘

‘I don’t deflower his Godson?’ Ron finishes for him and that does draw a shriek from Harry, immediately followed by a laugh.

‘You’re so stupid! And he knows we wouldn’t try that under his roof! I’m smarter than that.’

‘Debatable.’

‘Now you’re just being mean,’ Harry whines and presses his face against Ron’s neck. ‘I just… I don’t like keeping secrets from Sirius, you know that.’

‘I know! I just…’ Ron sighs. ‘Once we tell them, we need to tell my family, too, and once we do that, the teasing will start and this… This won’t be just ours anymore, would it? I know you want to tell them, Harry, I do too, but… Can this just be ours for a little while longer?’

Ron’s voice is so sweet against Harry’s hair and his hand runs gently against Harry’s back, he can’t help but smile against the crook of Ron’s neck; he is in love and it maybe does need to stay in-between them alone for a little longer.

‘Alright,’ he mutters, the warmth in his chest urging him to add— ‘I love you.’

From where he lies, he can feel Ron’s heartbeat speed-up just a little before the arms around his waist squeeze him closer and the lips against his hair move.

‘I love you, too.’ And it’s quiet after that, the muffled sound of the telly lulling them to sleep.

Later that night, the front door opens and a voice breaks the silence of the house.

‘I told you I could not learn all those constellations.’

‘You tried and we had a lovely pick-nic, that’s what matters.’

‘Yeah, would have been better if it didn’t start pouring—‘ Remus’ words come to a sudden halt when he takes in the two teenagers’ sleeping forms, cuddled up together on their living room couch.

‘What’s u— Oh,’ Sirius’ hand slips easily around his husband’s waist. ‘They think they are so slick.’

‘They ought to have realised we know by now, this is the… what? Fourth time? Fourth time we caught them?’

‘Seventh,’ Sirius says confidently, he’s been keeping a tally. ‘Honestly, Moony, I get this whole ‘let them come to us when they are ready’ thing but it’s getting ridiculous… I do enjoy our date nights to leave him the house to himself, though.’

‘Of course you do,’ Remus can’t help but smile, looking at Harry sleeping so peacefully. ‘The poor boy has, what, five siblings?’

‘Six, and two parents. Honestly, Moony, you are kind of awful with numbers lately.’

‘Yeah, whatever. Way too many, in my book. They deserve some privacy, God knows how little they could actually get at Molly Weasley’s house!’

‘Not too much privacy, though.’ Sirius points out and Remus can’t help but roll his eyes, taking his husband’s hand and tugging him towards their room.

‘Let’s go, let’s go, you remember tomorrow’s script—?’

‘Of course.’ Sirius deadpans. ‘Pretend we saw nothing, and that we were both way too drunk to remember anything, anyways.’

‘Good boy.’

Sirius gives the two boys one last glance before disappearing in the hallway. He is glad Harry can rest so well.

[cobaltusami]

If I'm allowed, could I request another fic? Remember the one I requested before? Maybe a revenge one please? If its fine? Have a good day friend!

Suuuuuurpriiiiise! guess who's back... back again... Cobalt's back, tell a friend~

I've been trying to finish this for fucking AGES. I'm so so sorry for the wait friendo! I hope you like it!

I wanted to release it last week, but I didn't have the time to finish it. :/ but here It Is!

Characters: Lee!Taka, Ler!Mondo, Chihiro, Leon, Makoto, Hiro

Word count: 1994

Pairing: Ishimondo (also some hints of Leon x Lee mood--)

Part one: Merciless

Warning: This is a tickle fic. it's also fluffy asf. you have been warned--

Lesson Learned

Taka went to pull away from him, but Mondo pulled him back against his chest. “Where do ya think you’re going? This Isn’t over.”

“B-But Mondo! You promised you wouldn’t--”

“Uh-uh~ I promised no revenge If you were to let me up at that exact moment. Which you did not.” The biker reminded him teasingly. “Any last words, Kyoudai?”

“W-Wait, M-Mondo-- NOHOHOHO!”

---

Laughter could be heard ringing all throughout the library and even carrying partially down the halls, to say Mondo was being ruthless would be an absolute understatement.

“MOHOHOHOHONDO I’M SOHOHOHORRY!” Taka shrieked, his body spasming underneath the biker.

Mondo, suddenly energized by the sound of his boyfriend’s laughter, grinned down at him. “Ya don’t seem too sorry, Ya can’t even apologize without laughing~”

Taka yelped upon feeling Mondo’s fingers inch down to his belly. “I-I cahahahahan’t hehehehelp It! Ihihihihit tihihihickles!” he blushed, his hands latching onto the teasing appendages uselessly.

“Uh-huh, Sure it does. I think you’re just laughing at me.” He smirked, clawing at Taka’s stomach.

“Ihihihihi would nehehehever!” The hall monitor choked out between fits of laughter.

“Ya sure?”

“Yehehehehes! I’m vehehehery sure!!”

Mondo hummed thoughtfully as his fingers came to a stop. “Aight, but If ya laugh at me for any reason you’re going down.”

Taka relaxed into his arms as his hold loosened, he rested his head against his chest as he recovered from his laughing fit. “U-Understood.”

Just then, the doors to the library swung open and several of their friends poked their heads through the open gap.

“We heard screaming,” Makoto meekly stated. “Are you two okay?”

“Or did we interrupt something?” Leon asked, grinning impishly at the two.

“Obviously they were trying to scare the aliens away, Duh.” Hiro rolled his eyes.

Leon and Makoto both slowly looked up at the clairvoyant.

“I was joking, man.” Leon sighed, both he and Makoto looking at him in exasperation.

Mondo and Taka broke apart from their embrace, the former crossing his arms and fixing them with an annoyed stare. “Don’t you guys have anything else to fuckin’ do?”

Without missing a beat, Leon and Hiro answered simultaneously. “No.”

“S-Sorry, Like I said, We heard screams…” Makoto smiled apologetically. “We were worried.”

“Speak for yourself.” Leon retorted, rolling his eyes. “I was coming in here to tell them to can It. They woke me up.”

“I’m very sorry for the disturbance! I assure you there will be no more outbursts today!” Taka spoke up, his authoritarian voice kicking in.

Mondo blinked as he watched the formerly chill and laughing man become proper and uptight again. He sighed and rolled his eyes fondly at his boyfriend.

As Taka began interrogating the students on how their studies were going, The biker was struck with a wicked idea.

No more outbursts huh?

We’ll see about that.

Throughout the day between daily activities, Mondo would find small excuses to poke at Kiyotaka. For example, stating he had something on his shirt, or as he was passing by him in the halls.

One instance occurred during noon. Taka, Mondo, Leon and Chihiro were hanging out In the kitchen getting snacks, or In Leon’s and Chihiro’s case; finally eating breakfast.

Chihiro was trying to reach something In the cabinet but after a few failed attempts they pouted and gave up their pursuit.

“Is something the matter, Chihiro?” Taka asked, noticing the sudden silence from the smallest one of the group.

“I can’t reach sugar…”

“Yeah, Hiro probably forgot to put it back on the bottom shelf.” Leon shrugged, continuing to pour cereal into a bowl after a brief pause to think.

“Sounds like him alright.” Mondo rolled his eyes.

“No worries, Chihiro! I’ll get it for you!” Taka offered, at the small programmers side before Mondo could get over to them.

“Thank you, Taka!” They smiled brightly at the Ultimate Moral Compass.

Taka went to grab the container, but underestimated how high up It was. “Why Is it so high in the first place?” He asked curiously, glancing at Leon for an answer.

“Knowing how Hiro Is,” Leon began pouring the cereal into another bowl for Chihiro. “It probably slipped his mind.”

Taka stretched and stood on his tiptoes to try to reach the container. Mondo watched amusedly for a minute before swooping in to his rescue.

But not before messing with him first.

As the Biker came up beside his boyfriend, he rested his hand on his side. He reached around him to grab for the sugar, but as he did he squeezed at Taka’s side.

He jumped in surprise, a strangled sounding laugh tearing from his throat. “M-Mondo!”

“What? What’s the problem?” He asked innocently as he turned to his boyfriend.

“You know what the problem Is!” Taka scolded, folding his arms and fixing the biker with a stern look. “You’ve been accidentally tickling me all morning!”

“Me?” Mondo pointed to himself, barely containing his laughter at his boyfriend’s reaction. “C’mon Kyoudai, would I really do somethin’ like that?”

Taka just narrowed his eyes at him in response.

Leon gently grabbed Chihiro and pulled them over next to him, removing them from what was about to be a warzone. “It’s safer If you stay over here Cheerio.”

“But what about our cereal?” Chihiro pouted, looking up at Leon with big glimmering brown eyes.

“I’ll get the sugar when they’re outta the way, Don’t worry.” He whispered to the programmer.

“Will you just stop It already? If you’re going to tickle me then just tickle me…” Taka trailed off as he caught sight of the predatory glint in Mondo’s eyes. He realized his error.

Mondo grinned evilly, practically throwing himself at the hall monitor. “Well, since ya asked so nicely…”

“M-Mondo! Wh-- No! Dohohohohon’t!” Taka tried to keep his tone serious but soon broke out into happy laughter as the biker began tickling him.

“Don’t? Don’t what?” He responded innocently, his fingertips scribbling along his ribcage.

“Tihihihihickle mehehehe!” Taka fell for the age-old trick because of course he would. “W-Wahahahahait! Nohoho I didn’t mehehehean that!”

The Ultimate Biker laughed as he wiggled his fingers relentlessly under the other boy’s arms. “I don’t think you even know what ya mean at this point. First ya tell me to tickle you, then ya tell me not to, then tell me to tickle you again? You can see where I’m getting fuckin’ confused.”

“Yeah, stop sending mixed signals Taka.” Leon chimed In from his newly acquired spot on the counter, holding the container of sugar in his hands.

“Leheheheon gehehehet off the counter! We prehehehepare food thehehere!” Taka scolded between laughs, squealing when Mondo began tickling his neck.

“And don’t help me, I don’t need your fuckin’ help.” Mondo added.

Leon scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Debatable.” he muttered under his breath as he climbed down and retreated back to his spot next to Chihiro victoriously.

“I fuckin’ heard that!” Mondo growled, shooting a warning look to the red head, who paused with his spoon in his mouth.

“Fight me.” He bit back at the biker, knowing damn well he was too preoccupied with his boyfriend to actually come after him.

Taka tried to use this as an opening to turn the tables, but Mondo’s attention was immediately back on him so his attempt was thwarted before he could even try anything.

Mondo shifted his position, now kneeling on Taka’s hands to keep them pinned down. “There we go, so you don’t get any Ideas…” He winked, shoving his hands under Taka’s shirt to get at bare skin.

“M-Mondo! C-C-Come on now, surely this isn’t Necessar--EEEE! Nahahahahaha! Nahahahat there!” He choked out between hysterical giggles.

The Ultimate biker grinned as his fingers ghosted frustratingly gently across his partner’s sides. “Not here?? Why the fuck not?? It’s like my favorite spot.” He teased. “It makes you giggle so cutely.”

Taka continued to giggle much to his chagrin, wishing he could bring his hands up to cover his rapidly turning pink face. “Thihihis isn’t fahahair!” He whined. “Whyhyhyhyhy are you doihihihing this??”

“Why?” Mondo repeated. “Didn’t you ask me to tickle you just a minute ago? Besides, I didn’t forget about that study session this morning...”

Leon snorted and Chihiro giggled In the background, both clearly enjoying lunch and a show.

“After I’m done here, I’m coming after both you fuckin’ nerds next!” Mondo growled playfully.

Chihiro squeaked and hid behind Leon, who shrugged at the empty threat. “Bet.” He retorted as he took a bite of his cereal, unfazed.

“I-I’m sorry!” Chihiro apologized, though their nervous and giddy smile made it seem less genuine somehow.

“I thohohohought you already got rehehehevenge for that!” Taka tittered, squirming aimlessly.

“Fuck no, you thought that was all the tickles I was gonna dish out??” Mondo laughed, digging into his vulnerable sides gleefully. “Those were just a warning.”

Taka shrieked as his laughter picked up considerably. Despite his previous complaints and protests, he did actually enjoy being tickled by his boyfriend. Those responses were just instinctual. If he really wanted to, he could have gotten free at any point with some effort.

And Mondo knew that, which only made him that much more adorable to him and fueled his desire to completely wreck the Hall Monitor.

“AAHAHAHAHA!” Taka shrieked, his back arching at the electricity coursing through him.

“Aww, What’s wrong~?” He cooed teasingly, continuing to knead his tender sides. “Does that tickle~?”

“Y-YEHEHEHEHEHES!” He cackled, now finding it very difficult not to thrash against the tickles.

“Aww, Poor baby~ He’s just too ticklish for his own good~” Mondo continued to tease, much to Taka’s dismay. “You’re so fucking adorable when you laugh and blush like this~”

Taka whined between laughs, wishing he could bring his shoulder up far enough to conceal his face. “MOHOHOHONDOHOHOHO! STAHAHAP TEHEHEHEASING!”

“Teasing? I’m not teasing you, babe! I’m complimenting you~” he winked, pausing. “Teasing would imply there’s something wrong with being ticklish, which there isn’t.”

The Ultimate Hall Monitor gasped for air gratefully, his body still tingling from the tickles.

Mondo pushed Taka’s shirt up to expose his midsection and leaned down, beginning to plant tiny tickly kisses against his side. He never did his hair for the day, he just left it in a messy bun, so there was nothing stopping him.

“Kyahahahahahaa! Nohohohohohoooo! Ihihiht tihihickles!” Taka laughed happily, flinching away from each kiss reflexively.

“No? But I’m trying to be affectionate, Kyoudai!” Mondo pouted playfully as he paused briefly to look at Taka, but then resumed the kisses even faster than before.

Taka pulled his hands free after resisting the urge for as long as possible. He immediately covered his face as he tittered.

“Hey! Don’t cover your face!” Mondo chastised, grabbing his hands and lacing their fingers together. “You’re obstructing my view.”

“W-What view…?” Taka panted. “You’ve seen my face before…”

“Yeah so? I could see your face a thousand times and not get tired of it... You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” Mondo blushed, glancing away nervously. “And I… I love you.”

“Hey he said it without yelling!” Leon cheered, antagonizing the biker.

“L-Leon! He’s going to--” Chihiro tried to warn, but it was too late.

“That’s it, Kuwata! You’re fuckin’ toast!” Mondo yelled.

He went to get up but Taka pulled him back down into a warm, loving hug. “Kyoudai…” He murmured softly, smiling still. “Thank you. I love you too…”

The one place Mondo felt safe and serene in this school was In Taka’s arms, and the feeling was the same for the other boy.

Neither was sure how long they stayed like that, but eventually they did have to get up.

And when they did, Mondo made good on his promise and went storming off after their friends, Leaving Taka behind to smile and shake his head at his boyfriend.

But then he realized.

“W-Wait! We aren’t supposed to run In the building!!!” Taka yelled, following after them.

Well, some things will never change. But hopefully Taka learned his lesson today.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #656: Then the Whole Crew Found Out (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

Futuba: Are the myths true? Has our Dark, Edgy Angel Boi finally gotten himself into a relationship? And with two girls nonetheless!?

Ryuji: I'm sorry WHAT!?

Ann: ＼(◎o◎)／＼(◎o◎)／＼(◎o◎)／

Morgana: No way.....

Yusuke: Interesting.....

Yoshi: You're kidding.....

Sonic: This is clearly a joke, right?

Haru: Oh my goodness! Really?!

Ren: (͡°‿ ͡°)

Makoto: (͡°‿ ͡°)

Pit: (͡°‿ ͡°)

Dark Pit: I can tell by the stupid looking emojis the two married couple and Pit-Stain just sent me that they already told you guys about the news, huh?

Makoto: I really wish all of you would stop calling Ren and I that. WE'RE NOT MARRIED YET!!

Ren: Tell 'em, 'hon!

Ann: Might as well be, Mr. and Mrs. Amimaya~ (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Makoto: ಠ︵ಠ

Dark Pit: Okay. Stupidness aside, the myths or whatever are true. I am, in fact, in a relationship with two girls and I like it. They're names are Misako and Kyoko in case any of u are wondering.

Ann: O......M.....GGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!

Yoshi: Well, I'll be darn. Futuba wasn't kidding around after all.....

Haru: That's so wonderful, Pitto-san!!~ We're so happy for you!

Morgana: Yeah. This is great news!

Yusuke: I wholeheartedly agree.

Sonic: Congratulations, DP my man! I always knew you had it in ya to get yourself a date or two.

Pit: I know, right!? I'm sooooo proud and happy for my twin brother right now!~

Futuba: You ain't the only one!! How does it feel being a taken angel now, buddy?

Dark Pit: Pretty good. Started to like it a lot more than I thought would honestly. The girls are great themselves. Misako is tough and brass and Kyoko is cutest girl I've ever met. Love them both.

Dark Pit: Me and the Girls.jpg

Ann: AWWWWWWWWWWW~

Haru: So precious~

Pit: You guys really are cute together!~ (≧▽≦)

Makoto: D'awwww~ Look at you complimenting and showing off your girlfriends in front of us~

Dark Pit: Well, duh. You losers are my family and friends. I have to talk about them to someone.

Makoto: True. But I'm still happy you're doing this nonetheless. (✿^‿^)

Dark Pit: Thanks, sis.

Ryuji: Good on ya, man. I did not expect to be in the dating game so soon.

Dark Pit: Yeah, well, guess I'm cool like that.

Yoshi: You being cool is kinda debatable actually.

Dark Pit: Says the talking, cute dinosaur.

Yoshi: Up yours.

Haru: Now boys, there's no need to fuss over each other.

Ren: Haru's right. Instead, let's talk about how one of DP's girlfriends gave him "Pitto-Kins" as his nickname!

Makoto: Oh boy......

Ryuji: WHAAAT!?

Ann: WHAT!?

Pit: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?

Yoshi: PARDON!?

Haru: Excuse me!?

Sonic: Hold the FRICKIN' PHONE!!! REALLY!??

Yusuke: I say.....

Futuba: JCYFXGHDGJVHK PITTO-KINS!? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THIS HIS GIRLFRIENDS SERIOUSLY CALLS HIM PITTO-KINS!?????

Dark Pit: GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, REN!!! I THOUGHT TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL ANYONE!!

Ren: Sorry. Guess my lips couldn't be sealed long enough. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Morgana: Oookay. Given all the reactions among everyone in this chat, your nickname is seriously Pitto-Kins?

Dark Pit: YES! ALRIGHT!? IS IT!! It's the nickname given to me my cute girlfriend, Kyoko! And only she (and to some extent Misako) ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO ARE ALLOWED TO CALL ME THAT!!

Futuba: Awww.... Seriously?

Dark Pit: Yes! Seriously! So I don't wanna hear any of you losers speak a word of it for the rest of your lives! That especially goes to you, Skull-Boy!

Ryuji: WHAT!? Why me specifically!?

Dark Pit: Because I'm staring at you right now and I can tell you're planning to use my nickname as one of your corny cheapshots. So don't even think about it!

.....................................................................

Ryuji slowly and a tad bit nervously look up and sees Dark Pit irritatingly glares at him, like he says he's doing, for a few seconds before he slowly lower his head down under his phone and continues texting.

....................................................................

Ryuji: Alright, fiiiiine. We won't call you that this day going forward.

Ann: Yeah....Even if it it's cute......

Pit: Still, we're really happy for you bro!

Makoto: And like I said before, if you ever need any relationship advice, please don't hesitate to come to me and Ren-Ren.

Ann: Or me and Shiho-Kins! We're soooo more new fashioned than Mr. and Mrs. Amimaya over there~

Makoto: ರ╭╮ರ

Ren: You are not letting us catch a break here, are you?

Ann: Not until you propose to your Queen, Ren-Ren!!!

Ryuji: And I become Best Man!

Pit: And I become a Ring Bearer!

Futuba: And I become a DJ!!

Sonic: I can get ma to bake the cake for you guys!

Haru: That would be lovely!~

Yoshi: Auntie Peach's desserts are always the best~

Makoto: I swear! You people are unbearable sometimes!!

Ren: Yeah. But we love 'em either way.

Makoto: True.....

Morgana: Okay! Very early wedding talks aside and like Pit said, we're all happy for, Dark Pit.

Yusuke: May your relationship with one another continue to blossom everyday.

Dark Pit: Will do......Thanks, guys.

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[some-cookie-crumbz]

Flower confession with Ochako and Bakugo?

The second I read this I knew exactly what I was going to write! Have Bakugo doing some serious Tsunning up in here! Also, light OchaBowl, kinda? IDK just mentioning it since it could be read that way if you so choose.

It started on a Monday morning as they all filed in. As Uraraka headed for her seat, walking backwards to continue animatedly chatting with Midoriya, Iida and Todoroki, she bumped right into someone else. "Oop, sorry, Tsu-Chan!" she squeaked as she turned around, a shy smile on her lips.

"Ochako-Chan, congratulations, kero!" the other girl said with an excited giggle. The brunette blinked once and tilted her head as she realized all the other girls and Aoyama crowded around her desk, eagerly bouncing.

"Huh?" she trailed.

"Oh, she hasn't seen yet!" Tooru gasped before pushing at Mina's back lightly. "Scoot, ladies and esteemed lad!"

When the small sea parted, she was greeted to the sight of a small bundle of flowers settled on the center of her desk. There were three or four of red flowers all tied together with a shimmery silver ribbon. She let out a small squeak as she tentatively reached out to pick it up. "O-Oh," she said quietly, gently stroking the petals with one finger.

A hand gently settled on her hand and squeezed. "Um, Uraraka, you're floating," Midoriya said with a little chuckle.

"Ah, sorry!" she yelped, taking a deep breath to calm herself back down. After that she looked back at the flowers and then upbat the other girls. "So, um, who left these?"

"No idea," Jirou shrugged.

"Yeah, me and Tooru were the first two here and they were already there!" Mina chirped eagerly. Then, grin turning impish, she hopped closer to lean into her friend's personal bubble. "So that means you've! Got! A secret admirer!"

Yaomomo giggled and cupped one of her cheeks with a wistful expression. "I must admit I'm a little jealous! They picked a flower with such a lovely meaning, too!" she gushed.

Uraraka tilted her head. "Wait, flowers have different meanings?" she asked in slight surprise.

"Uh, duh! Cha-Cha, my girl, have you never heard of the language of flowers? Or read a good Hanahaki Disease fanfic?" Mina prompted, placing one hand on her hip.

"Oh, come now Mina, mon chérie! No need to be so judgy!" Aoyama tutted before turning to Uraraka with a grandiose turn of his head. He held a hand out to indicate the flowers in her hands. "These, my pet, are red peonies and they are said to represent honor and respect! Whoever it is that is interested in you, they think most highly of you." he giggled happily.

She stared at him for a moment before glancing back down at the flowers thoughtfully. “Aoyama, you know the flower language?” Momo gasped quietly.

“Oui! My mother runs a flower shop, you see, and I always loved helping with it,” he chuckled as Aizawa-Sensei walked in, ushering them all to return to their seats. The blonde paused on his way to lean over into Uraraka’s personal space, his smile encouraging. “And, if I may be so bold, I don’t think this will be last we see of the flowers. I must applaud whoever gave them for a rather charming first choice. I will be more than happy to help decode their messages going forward.” He whispered before sauntering off to the front of their row.

A part of her wanted to wave it off, but there was a sense of curiosity. Over lunch, they discussed it, picking out individuals who it could or couldn’t be. Obviously it wasn’t any of the other girls, Aoyama, or any of Uraraka’s boys. Midoriya, Iida and Todoroki had been with her from the moment they left the dorms that morning. Aside from that, she knew that Midoriya and Todoroki both had interest in other people, and that Iida was currently focused on self-improvement and didn’t feel he was ready for a relationship. She didn’t think that it would be Kouda or Shouji, since her conversations with the pair of them was incredibly limited. She didn’t say it outloud, but she knew it was Tokoyami or Kaminari either, since they had their eyes on Tsu-Chan and Jirou-Chan respectively.

So, that left them with Sato, Kirishima, Ojirou and Sero. Mineta was a non-option since that implied he had a bone in his body to dedicate to actually wooing a woman, and the idea of Bakugo giving anyone flowers felt weird. She wouldn’t admit how disappointing that realization was, but she swallowed it down like a bitter pill to swallow. In their time following the sports festival, a begrudging sort of respect had blossomed between them. While she was open to sparring with any of her peers, Ochako tended to seek Bakugo out the most, since she knew he wouldn’t pull his punches or sugarcoat his criticism.

From the list they had, the most likely suspects were ruled to be Kirishima or Sero. She and Kirishima worked out together regularly, with him being her second most frequent sparring partner. She and Sero had started tutoring one another in their down time as well, since he was better with English and she was better at mathematics. It had given her some time to get to know the two of them a lot better. She stole a glance at the two in question, sitting across the room and heckling Bakugo as they ate, and determined that one of them was the only logical answer.

The next morning, she was greeted to another small bouquet on her desk. The flowers this time were a lovely little white one called a gardenia. What was particularly interesting about the ones in the bouquet, according to Aoyama, was the coloration of them. The base of the flowers was yellow, which he said changed the meaning entirely to mean purity as well as secret love.

“So, then, someone who has been hiding how they actually feel up until this point?” she asked. He nodded and she sighed. “That doesn’t really help clear things up, though. I mean, obviously they’ve been hiding their feelings! I didn’t think there was anyone with a crush on me until the flowers showed up on my desk!” she lamented, slumping over on her desk. She did make sure to carefully move the flowers first, though, so as to not damage them.

Mina giggled and peered around, grinning wider when she saw that neither of the prime suspects were present yet. “Yeah, but that’s part of the fun! Ah, I wonder who it is? I mean, Kiri and Sero haven’t let me in on anything, and they know how great I am at romance!” she pointed out.

“Which is probably exactly why they haven’t let you in on anything,” Jirou mumbled quietly.

The other girl huffed. “Excuse me, I’ll have you know that I have a phenomenal history as a matchmaker! My success to fail ratio is nothing to sneeze at!” she protested. While the other girls continued debating over what constituted as romance or not, she carefully placed the flowers in her bag.

They were interrupted by Bakugo shouting at them to shut up a few minutes later, their enthusiastic chatter clearly getting on his last nerve.

The next day, she was greeted by yet another bouquet. The flowers this time were yellow tulips, but came with a message separate from just romance; they bore the message of love, passion, but also jealousy. So had whoever given her the flowers overheard their discussion, and gotten jealous that there was still a question of who? It was all incredibly confusing but they did learn a new piece of information that day. Kirishima was allergic to the pollen of tulips, and spent most of the day in a sneezing fit when he stopped by her desk to verify their next workout meetup. So, that left Sero as the only logical conclusion, right? Well, yes, until Midoriya pointed out that there was always the chance it was someone in Class 1-B, since she had been getting along well with Shinsou, Tetsutetsu and even Monoma from there.

She loved Deku, really she did, but sometimes his analytical nature just made her life so much harder.

On Thursday and Friday, she received two more bouquets. Thursday’s flower of choice had been pink hydrangeas and meant heartfelt emotion. Clearly they were trying to affirm the certainty and conviction of their feelings. On Friday, they were followed up with blue- green dahlia flowers and the message that seemed to carry the most weight; fresh starts and big changes. “Big changes like a relationship status getting upgraded!” Tooru and Mina had squealed in unison. The others had all been thrilled for her and, while Uraraka tried her best to keep on a brave face, a part of her felt anxious.

Whoever her secret admirer was, they weren’t the person she was interested in. And if it really was someone she was friends with, rejecting them could ruin their entire friendship.

She dragged her feet to class on Saturday, grateful that it would only be a half session, but was baffled when there were no flowers this time around. The other had also seemed disappointed by the turn of events. Had the person just not had the time to bring them by? Had they gotten cold feet? Or, perhaps, had the flowers been some kind of approach to get over a hopeless romance?

After class, she got her answer.

“Hey, cheeks!” Bakugo snapped, stomping his way over. She lifted her head, preparing to ask him what he needed, only to be smacked in the face with something. She let out a little squeak, reaching up to grab the offending object, when she picked up on floral aromas. She glanced down and stared with wide eyes at the elaborate bouquet in her grasp, composed of all the flowers that had been on her desk prior as well as a few red and orange roses. She lifted her head to ask the blonde what this was about, but he was already making his way to the door, his ears as red as his eyes. “Can’t believe you thought Tape Arms or Shitty Hair would have the sense to get a girl flowers!” he shouted as he stormed out, either unaware or actively ignoring the gawks from their classmates.

She looked at the bouquet, fully decked out with reflective pastel paper and a golden bow, but noted a small card attached. In Bakugo’s neat scrawl, read the words “If you want a date, meet me in the front room of the dorms Sunday at noon. And don’t bother fucking showing if you’re even a minute late.”

She giggled and shook her head, leaning down to take a small sniff of the bouquet. Yup, that was the Bakugo she was used to.

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The One That Got Away (Youngk AU)

All this money can't buy me a time machine, no Can't replace you with a million rings, no I should have told you what you meant to me Cause now I pay the price

Stella became anxious when she read her invitation for their 10th anniversary college batch reunion. She debated whether she’d attend or flake out. Flaking out was easy, she thought. All she had to do was inform them she forgot to book a flight because of her busy schedule, being 14,846 km away from her home country, she thought it would be a cinch and her batch mates would understand everything. But she soon found herself buying a plane ticket 365 days before their reunion and online shopping for a gown later that day when she received the letter.

So, here she was, wearing a sequined midnight blue long-sleeved formal gown for their masquerade themed college reunion. She was greeted by their batch president, Victoria. “Stella!! You’re so early! We’re still finishing things up. Um, I mean, I guess you can help us?” She paused. “On second thought, you can uhm… roam around? Sorry, I have to take this.” She said as she pointed on her ringing cell phone. “Hello? Yes, this is she…” Victoria walked away, leaving Stella awkwardly standing near a group of people setting up the table.

What exactly is the purpose of reunions, anyway? So that everyone can judge what happened to them ten years after; or is it to see who became successful and pity those who didn’t? She found herself in a silly situation. She couldn’t believe she flew all the way back here for this because she perceived her first half  in college as so-so. She sort of felt like an outcast who was barely holding on to a degree she didn’t even like. But that was before she accidentally stumbled upon one of her classmates studying at the botanical garden near their department because Odette, her best friend, was busy and couldn’t accompany her. Brian Kang was one of the top students in their class and became Stella’s closest friend ever since that day. 

One fine Thursday afternoon in their sophomore year, she found herself telling Brian that she wanted to shift majors but was afraid because her parents might think she would be a disappointment.

“You know what, you have this one life. I say go for it.” Brian smiled at her. “If being a fashion designer is what makes you happy, go for it. My dad always reminds me that if it makes you happy and you won’t hurt anyone with your decision then it’s not a disappointment. Maybe compromise with your parents, though? Find a way where you guys will meet in the middle.” After that day, she’d always share what’s been bothering her and he always listen - no matter how trivial that may be. He’d always support her even after she decided to shift majors. She remembered how he used to cheer her on the first semester of her fashion design course until the last. As cliche as it may sound, Brian Kang was the reason she pushed through and persevered in her studies. He was the reason why her heart was overjoyed. Brian Kang was the reason for her smile. 

Everyone has a reason why they want to attend class reunions and for Stella, it’s the one who got away — Brian Kang.

When nostalgia had hit Stella, she decided to visit the botanical garden and searched for the vandalism she wrote on one of the tables: Stella will be a fashion designer— a way of manifesting her dream, as Brian playfully remarked. She smiled while tracing the letters, remembering all her hardships and Brian’s words of wisdom whenever she wanted to give up.

“Is the seat next to you taken?” A familiar voice greeted her.

“Bri!! You’re here!!!” She answered. “Duh! It’s not. Come!!” She patted the seat next to her.

“Long time no see.” Brian said as he sat next to her. “I heard you have a bridal shop in Florida now.”

“Wow, so you get updates about me while I get none about yours? Why haven’t you been replying to my messages in Facestagram?!” She playfully hit him. “You stopped replying back in 2011, a few months after graduation!” She shook her head. “What happened to always updating one another huh? You haven’t been posting on Facestagram either! Any update will do, you know!”

“I’m sorry!” He half-smiled. “It’s just… I was busy and all… but hey, I’m very proud of you… I’m glad you didn't give up… I’m happy you’re happy…”

“I’m thankful you were always there to listen. If I haven’t met you, I wouldn’t have the courage to shift majors. Odette was always busy with her boyfriend so I am really grateful I saw you here studying back then. I owe everything to you. This is completely random but I’m nervous... I mean… I shifted majors and I’m still invited to this reunion… what would others think? How would I even respond to their questions?” She rambled on. “Hey, you got something on your hair…”

“I got it.” Brian stopped her from reaching the leaf resting on his hair. “Don’t think of what others will say. Also, you’re still part of our section. Don’t worry, I saw Cassie here… she shifted majors too, remember? We’re one big happy family here. Odette is actually excited to catch up with you…. I ugh… I uhm.. talked to her earlier. Also…she’s not a bad friend, okay? Remember that.”

“Oh, really?? You’re in touch with Odette but not with me? Ouch.” Stella joked. “Brian…” she felt her heart beat faster and faster. “I have something to tell you.” This is it, she thought, a long overdue love confession.

“Is this thing on? Oh okay!! In a few minutes, our celebration will begin. I encourage everyone to please find their seats.” Victoria announced on the speaker. “Once again, the celebration will begin shortly, please find your seats as soon as possible. Thank you!”

“We should get going now.” Brian said. “Let’s talk... later.....” He smiled weakly.

“We can… walk together?” She asked.

“I… I forgot something in my car.. you can go ahead…” 

“I can wait for you… if you want?”

“No, no… it’s fine.. you can go ahead, really… it’s all good.” Brian insisted. 

“Are you sure?” Brian nodded yes. He watched her stand up and walk away.

When Stella looked back, she didn't see Brian following after her. Did he went the other way, she wondered. "Bri? Are you still there?" She can't quite clearly see any movement because the botanical garden was dimly lit. "Bri??" When she didn't hear a response, she continued walking away.

“There you are!!” Odette greeted Stella outside the botanical garden. “Your seat is next to mine, let’s go.” She dragged her friend and went to their seats. "We've got a lot of things to catch up on."

“How have you been?” Odette asked Stella as they sat comfortably. “Okay.. so... before everything else.. I… I… Bri… Brian wanted me to give this to you.” She handed her a folded paper. “That day was the last time I talked to him too.” She saw Odette holding back her tears.

Stella opened the letter and smiled. I guess it’s not too late, she thought, tracing the letters on the note that said those three words she wanted to say earlier: I love you. However, the year on the letter confused her. The letter dates back to May 14th, 2011 and, if her memory was right, Brian said he talked to Odette earlier. Stella furrowed her eyebrows. “Brian’s at the parki—“

She was cut off by Victoria. “Before we begin, let us remember our batch mates who are no longer here with us.” A melancholy tune started playing and the first picture Stella saw on the screen was Brian’s.

“What? How? When?” At that moment, everything made sense. Brian not posting on his Facestagram. Him not replying to her messages. “Odette?” Stella looked at her. “Why didn’t you—“

“I didn’t have the courage to break the news to you…. I’m so sorry… I’m a bad friend…” Odette was trying hard not to cry. “It’s just that you said you were having a hard time adjusting in Florida that time.. I was trying to find the perfect timing but days gone by and it became years and... and... I’m so sorry...”

Brian reminding her that Odette isn’t a bad friend echoed in Stella’s mind. “No… no.. you’re not a bad friend… Brian would have agreed about it too… it’s okay…” A tear rolled down on her face. “It’s okay.”

Maybe in another life, where everything aligned, Stella would be his girl and they would keep all their promises— them against the world. Maybe in another life, she wouldn’t have to say he was the one that got away.

[kusunogatari]

[ ObiRyū October | Day Seventeen | Trick or Treating ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Hatake Kakashi ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ]  [ Vulgarity ]

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“Is he here yet?”

“No, not yet.” Very carefully, Ryū applies the last of her makeup. Funnily enough, it doesn’t take much. Just some gaunt, dark makeup around her eyes to make them look sunken and ghastly. She doesn’t even need a wig, her white waves straightened to make a foreboding curtain around her face.

“Ugh, I swear that guy manages to be late at every turn…” Scowling, Kakashi descends the stairs. His own costume is...mostly applied. Ryū just needs to finish wrapping his head, the rest of his mummification already complete. He claims the holiday is lame and for kids, but...she totally noticed him spiffing up what she’s already gotten done.

He might claim Obito’s dragging them out, but she knows he’s actually glad his friend asked.

“It’s not that late yet,” she gently retorts, turning her face to look for anything she’s missed. Just a little black lipstick, and she’ll be done! The second hand store had the perfect white dress, which she’s (temporarily) dirtied for effect. Some carefully tacked-on gauze gives her a spooky look, and just like that: she’s a wraith! “Want me to text him?”

“No, I’ll do it.”

Ryū gives him a glance, a brow perked. He’s standing at one of the windows by the front door, clearly keeping watch. That seemed a little...odd. But she soon shrugs it off. “I hope it doesn’t get too cold...it’s gonna ruin our costumes if we have to wear coats…”

“It’s pretty cloudy, we should be fine. You sure you don’t wanna go to Rin’s party? She said you could go.”

“I know...but I can’t let you dorks go anywhere on your own,” she replies, carefully applying her lipstick. “That’s just asking for trouble.”

“...uh huh. Doesn’t have anything to do with Obito going with me?”

“If Obito weren’t going, you wouldn’t be going. So I guess you could say that,” she counters cheekily.

Kakashi scowls, hidden behind the wrappings on his face.

“Besides, they’re all older than me. It’d be weird. Can’t I just go trick or treating with my brother without being interrogated?”

“Okay one, they’re only about a year older than you. And two, Obito and I are their age, so what’s the difference?”

Ryū turns, pouting. “I’m the odd one out! They all think I’m just a little tagalong. Doesn’t matter that it’s only a year, they still think I’m a twerp. I can tell, they don’t like me…”

Kakashi rolls his eyes. “They like you just fine. You’re just too sensitive.”

“And you’re not sensitive enough!”

It’s then a frantic knock sounds at the door, and they both look to see Obito peeking in the window. “Let me in!” he calls, muffled through the glass.

“About time,” Kakashi mutters under his breath, opening the door. “What took you so long?”

“I had to fix my facepaint, it started melting!” Staggering through the door, Obito arrives in all his zombie glory. Scars left uncovered, he instead has a fake wound on his forehead, and...well, it looks like it’s actually bleeding, given that the paint is indeed starting to ooze.

“Oh, jeez...here, lemme see.” Ryū crosses the gap, a makeup remover napkin in hand. “I can make a new one with some makeup that won’t run. You’ve got it on here way too thick, that’s why it’s being goopy, silly.”

“Uh -?” Not given a chance to refuse, Obito finds himself dragged to the mirror in the main hall, Ryū quickly getting to work. “...you know how to do that?”

“Yeah, duh. We did a workshop on it in theater class, remember?”

“I didn’t do that one, I did props!”

“Well maybe you should have done makeup instead,” she teases, cleaning his forehead. “Now hold still.”

Kakashi, arms crossed, watches the pair with a halfhearted glower. “Hurry up, it’s almost dark. We’re gonna run out of time.”

“It’ll just take me a minute! Obito should get to look the part, too. Have a little patience big bro.”

“Yeah big bro,” Obito echoes, grinning.

“Shut up or I’ll give you a real wound, instead.”

“What crawled up your ass and died, Kakashi?”

He heaves a curt breath, not wanting to admit it. “...nothing. I just want to get this over with since it was all your idea.”

“Says the guy who can’t stop fiddling with his costume to make sure it’s just right,” Ryū retorts. “Admit it, Kakashi - this is gonna be fun! You don’t have to be such a stick in the mud all the time.”

“Trick or treating is for kids.”

“And we’re still kids,” she reminds him, leaning out past Obito to look at him. “Stop trying to grow up so fast! We’re not gonna think any less of you for letting loose and having fun sometimes.”

“...okay maybe I will, but that’s just cuz I have to make fun of you,” Obito offers, pretending to flinch as Ryū lightly baps his arm. “Kidding, kidding!”

Kakashi just rolls his eyes. “Someone around here has to have some sense.”

“Hey, Ryū’s got plenty of sense, and she’s not a jerk!”

Blinking, she flushes a light pink.

“She’s also too easily swayed by your shenanigans, so that doesn’t count,” Kakashi counters dryly.

“Well maybe she just likes to have fun!”

“Okay guys, c’mon, enough arguing,” she cuts in with a sigh. “Obito, how’s that look?”

Not realizing she was done, he leans in toward the mirror. “Whoa! That looks so cool!”

Her pink cheeks get pinker. “Think that’ll work for tonight?”

“Yeah! Thanks!”

“You’re welcome!”

“Okay, now are we ready to go?”

Ryū holds up a hand. “One sec!”

Kakashi groans, head tossing back as she dashes upstairs.

“Y’know, you didn’t have to say you’d go,” Obito offers, crossing the room to stand beside him.

“Ryū wanted to go.”

“Doesn’t mean you have to.”

“Yeah, actually, it does.”

“Why?”

Another grumble. “...cuz I’m her brother. I don’t want her out alone after dark with anybody.”

“What, you don’t trust me?”

“I trust you the least.”

“Aww, why? You know I’d never -!”

“Just nevermind,” Kakashi mutters, edging too close to a rather sensitive topic.

“Okay, back!” Ryū hurries back to the main level. “Here!”

“What’s this?”

“They’re trick or treating bags, duh! Gotta have something to hold all our goodies, right? We made them this week in Home Ec for the elementary school students. I had some extra time, so...I made us all some! They’re based on our costumes.”

“Dude, this is awesome - thanks!” Obito holds out his bag, which sports a felt zombie face on it. “Is there anything you don’t know how to do?”

Kakashi deadpans as she blushes again. “W-well yeah, plenty of things.”

“...okay, anything else, or are we good to go?”

“All right all right, let’s hit the street!” Bag in one hand, Obito holds his aloft, staggering and dragging a foot toward the door.

“Obito, come on! We won’t even make it to the neighbor’s if you go that slow!”

Rather than replying, he just groans.

This is going to be a looong night, Kakashi can’t help but mutter mentally.

Once they get outside, Ryū pushes against Obito’s back to speed him along, earning a laugh as he breaks character. “Save that for when we’re closer to the doors!”

“You don’t like my zombie walk?”

“I like it just fine, but you’re too slow! Kakashi’s right, we don’t have all night. Don’t be a walker, be a runner!”

“What, like...this?!” Spinning around, Obito makes a wild sound, reaching out and making Ryū squeal in surprise as he starts chasing her.

“I’m a ghost, you dork - I don’t have a brain for you to eat!”

“That makes two of you,” Kakashi calls from behind them

“Hey, shut up!”

“Don’t run ahead.”

“First I’m too slow, now I’m too fast. Make up your mind, Kakashi!”

They reach the first house, everyone huddling up on the doorstep as Ryū rings their doorbell. A young couple opens the door, marveling at their costumes before giving them each a heaping handful into their bags.

“Hey, so are we gonna trade each other for stuff we don’t like when we get back?” Obito asks, looking into his bag.

“Maybe, if we have enough time.”

“Kakashi do you even like candy?”

“I like the sour ones. And dark chocolate.”

“I like mint and chocolate!” Ryū pipes up. “Ooh, and peanut butter!”

“Eh, I’m not too picky. Sweet is sweet to me.”

They slowly make their way around the neighborhood, visiting house after house and dodging gaggles of younger kids pursued by their parents. They even manage to cross paths with a few others from their classes.

“See! I told you we’re not too old,” Ryū teases her half brother with a grin.

“Obito and I are still pushing it,” he counters. “Most of our classmates are probably at parties instead.”

“And yet you’re here with the cool kids.”

He snorts. “Debatable.”

They even manage to cross paths with a teacher from the school, his wife helping take their son for a round of trick or treating. Ryū hoists the little blond to her hip, cooing over his fox costume. Naruto is quickly a bundle of giggles at her attentions.

“She’s pretty good with kids, huh?”

Kakashi glances to his friend. “She’s been babysitting for them.”

“Whoa, really?”

“Mhm. It lets her earn a little spending money, and she’s learning some responsibility.”

“And practicing for being a mom.”

The Hatake’s expression sours. “If she wants to be one, sure.”

“She’d be a great mom! She’s super sweet and patient.”

“Good thing, since it lets her put up with you.”

“Hey!”

As the evening ages, the trio decide to call it a night. Each of their bags are rather swollen with goodies, and Ryū digs through her own eagerly.

“Wow, there’s a lot more here than I thought we’d get!”

“Good thing we went down that side street - they had the best haul!” Obito agrees, peering into her bag. “A lot better than my neighborhood. Everyone’s so stingy…”

“So you’re just here to loot ours?” Kakashi asks, brow perking as Obito goes pink.

“No!”

“He’s just teasing,” Ryū assures him, rolling her eyes. “Come on, let’s get back and trade!”

They return to the Hatake household, sitting in a circle on the living room floor. Each dumps out a little candy mountain at their front.

Right off the bat, Kakashi hands over everything but sours and dark chocolates to his sister, who in turn gives hers of his favorites. He’s left with a bit of a small pile, but he doesn’t really care. Sweets aren’t his thing.

“Okay Obito, what can we trade?”

“Uh…” He rummages around. “I’ve got some chocolate and mint stuff. Not much with peanut butter, though.”

“Okay! What do you want that I’ve got?”

They start haggling, Kakashi unwinding the bandages on his face enough to chew some sour Starbursts. He can’t help but be amused at how seriously they take it. Unlike himself, they both sport some pretty hefty sweet teeth.

“But that’s not fair!”

“I don’t want them!”

“Then take some more of these!”

“It’s fine!”

“Ryū, he said he doesn’t want them,” Kakashi cuts in, getting tired of their babble.

“But -!”

“Are we going to watch a scary movie?”

The question acts as the perfect distraction. The other two teens blink. “...are we?”

“Might as well sit and watch something while we eat all this, huh?” Kakashi pops another Starburst.

Obito glances to a clock. “It’s kinda late, though. Should I head home?”

“Aww, already?” Ryū gives Kakashi a pleading look. “Can he stay?”

“What?”

“Tomorrow’s Sunday, it’s not like we need to be up for school! He can just sleep over after the movie. We can put the inflatable mattress in your room!”

A hint of suspicion colors his gaze. “You’re gonna have to make extra breakfast.”

“I don’t mind! Pleeease? We’re having so much fun, I don’t wanna quit yet!”

Ugh, she’s too convincing for her own good. “Fine...I’ll make some popcorn. Go find a movie.”

“Yay!”

...he’s going to regret this, isn’t he?

Throwing a bag of popcorn into the microwave, Kakashi subtly watches into the living room. Ryū and Obito both look over Netflix, trying to find a good movie.

“No, not that one! It’s too scary!”

“I thought that’s the point?”

“I wanna be able to sleep tonight!”

“Nothing to be scared of! Kakashi and I will be here, right?”

“W-well, yeah...but -?”

“Okay, let’s keep looking. Scaredy cat.”

“Am not!”

Obito just chuckles. “How about this?”

“...okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Kakashi just rolls his eyes, splitting the popcorn three ways. “Here.”

Lights turned out, they start the movie.

Like most horror films, it starts out slow. Ryū, wedged between the boys, sinks into her seat and subconsciously munches her popcorn, staring at the screen. And despite his usual boredom with the genre, even Kakashi pays attention.

And then the first jumpscare happens.

“Eep!”

Kakashi flinches as Ryū shrieks, shying back from her slightly as his ear complains. But then he glances over to check on her.

And she’s curled up into Obito’s shoulder.

His eye gives a slight twitch.

Obito, watching wide-eyed, hasn’t really reacted. But a few minutes later, when another shot of the movie’s monster flashes across the screen, he lifts an arm without breaking his stare at the screen to let her closer.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

By the end, neither of them have moved. Only once Kakashi flicks on a light do they both jolt, realizing their positions.

“...time for bed,” Kakashi then mutters. “C’mon Obito, help me set up the air mattress.”

“Uh...right.”

Ryū scurries to the bathroom to brush her teeth, the boys awkwardly heading to Kakashi’s room.

Kakashi doesn’t say a word, letting Obito stew in it for a while.

“So, uh...Ryū really doesn’t like scary movies, huh?”

Here we go. “She likes ones with ghosts. Gore bugs her, though.”

“Really? Doesn’t she want to be a nurse?”

“Mhm.”

“...then -?”

“There’s a difference between real world injuries and overdone movie wounds,” Kakashi sighs as he throws some blankets over the temporary mattress. “If it’s too over the top, it freaks her out. Besides, she’s only sixteen. She’ll get over it before she actually gets into med school.”

“...right.”

More awkward silence.

“Does she, uh…”

“Does she what?”

“Does she...like me?”

Oh brother. “She seems to tolerate you pretty well, yea.”

“That’s not what I mean! I mean does she...like me?”

“How should I know? Ask her if you’re so curious.”

“I can’t just ask her that!”

“Why not?”

“Cuz -!” Okay, he doesn’t really have a reason. “...it would be weird.”

“Weird.”

“Yeah!”

“What are you, twelve? No wonder you’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“Maybe I haven’t wanted one!”

Kakashi deadpans. “...do you like her?”

Obito flashes pink. “...I dunno. I...I guess so.” A pause. “...is that...bad?”

“You tell me.”

“I mean, you’re her brother, and…” Something seems to sink in. “...oh…”

“Yeah. ‘Oh’.” Finished, Kakashi just glances to his friend. “...you’re an idiot, but...apparently she’s into that sort of thing.”

“...wait, she -?”

“Yeah. If you weren’t thick as a brick wall, you’d have noticed by now.”

Suddenly Obito is far more nervous. “...are you mad?”

Kakashi sighs. “...no. I just worry. That’s what big brothers do.”

“...sooo…?”

“...so...just don’t fuck it up. Then I won’t have a reason to get mad.”

“Er...right. Okay.”

“Okay guys, bathroom’s free! G’night!”

Obito fumbles for a moment. “G-goodnight!”

“Night,” Kakashi calls back. Once he’s ready for bed, he slips under his covers, hearing Obito do the same.

...well, breakfast is going to be interesting.

     Well this is...late and a bit on the short side, but I ran out of time. Today was busy and I ran out of steam =w= But it’s done! Also got to rest run the sub-verse idea of Ryū and Kakashi being related cuz I just like the vibe :3      Anywho, just some silly fluff with out favorite dorks. Makes me sad trick or treating won’t really be a thing this year (if people are smart, anyway).       ...I’d say more but I’m tired :’D Thanks for reading!

[echoeternally]

If Poliwrath and Politoed Survive Together...

Balancing the votes between Poliwrath and Politoed in the Hero’s Second Wind poll will bring them into the next story together. Those potential scenes are found on this page!

Brief descriptions and scene titles will be included below!

Fair warning: There is some content dealing with death below as well.

Second warning: This post is long to depict several developing scenes!

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Cave of Wonders

Working together to paddle for safety, Poliwrath and Politoed are able to reach a cave that heals their wounds and restores their lives. They’re mystified by the cave’s powers, and wonder what it means.

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Poliwrath paddled through the water, gripping his body with one arm while pulling through with the other. His feet tightened around Politoed’s hand, as his brother kicked them along.

Struggling with his sight, Politoed glanced back the way they had swam, but noticed that the tunnel had changed. He patted at his body with his free hand, and lifted it to his eyes. Nothing was on his hand.

Paddling up and guiding them to the surface, Poliwrath pulled himself up, and scooped Politoed from below, pulling him up. Politoed rubbed where Poliwrath had been hit, blinking at his body.

“That’s only going to make it hurt,” cautioned Poliwrath. “Think we both know what blood looks like.” Poliwrath chuckled as Politoed silently stared at his hand. He then turned it over to Poliwrath, revealing no blood from him either. “…Wait, what the hell?”

“You’re not bleeding anymore,” pointed out Politoed, as he glanced below the water’s surface. “I can’t even see where you were cut.”

“Well, it might be harder on me, but with you…” Poliwrath stared down at Politoed. “Wait, hold on.” He sunk back into the water and studied his twin’s body, but found no wounds on him either. Poliwrath scratched above his head as he swam back up. “Ok, that’s…weird. We…we did get stabbed, right?”

“We should be dead.” Politoed swayed a bit in the water. “When he threw those weapons at us, when we saved Greninja—”

“Maybe he missed the mark?”

“Look, I don’t know about you, but he got me for sure. Pretty sure that felt like dying to me.” Politoed paddled to the edge of the lake, as Poliwrath followed him. “Plus, even if he didn’t kill us, we were both bleeding out. Hell, we had to work together just to swim to this place, because that pain was so much for me.”

“Think either of us could’ve made it, honestly,” contested Poliwrath. “But it was a lot easier working together.”

“Usually is.” Politoed hopped ashore and smiled down to his brother, who winked to him. “But this still seems so strange. …Do you think…would it be weird to wonder if this place has magic in it?”

“Here?” Poliwrath spun around and looked around the cavern. “How could it? I don’t see anything…wait, is that grass over there?”

“Seems like it.” Politoed pointed at a few spots around the cave. “There’s some snow there, that has sand, and the rock formation there is like a miniature—”

“Mountain?” Poliwrath turned back as his twin nodded. “…Where the hell are we?”

... ... ...

Netting Newcomers

As they become more familiar with their friends of the Grass Fields Kingdom, Poliwrath and Politoed plot to advance on two attractive allies.

...

Spiraling around, Lilligant gathered petals with her spins, and they fluttered across the air as she danced around.

“Check out how pretty she is,” murmured Politoed.

“Yeah, she’s cute and gorgeous,” complimented Poliwrath. “Think she likes tough guys?”

“I dunno.” Politoed shrugged. “Maybe we can make her laugh instead.”

“Teaming up to get her interested…that’s crazy enough to work.”

As she twirled aside, Lilligant slipped from her vortex of petals and leaves. Diving from beyond it and sweeping through the air, Sceptile slashed at their practice dummy, slicing it with his blade and her plants.

“Oh no, he’s hot too,” whispered Poliwrath. “What do we do?! Who do we go for?!”

“Both, duh.” Politoed grinned. “One of us gets the pretty dancer, the other gets the sexy ninja.” He poked at Poliwrath. “Pretty sure we can work out who we’ll like more, right?”

“Hmm.” Poliwrath pondered it over and nodded. “Ok! But let’s do it nice for them.”

“Right, right, no fighting, and no advancing too much like we did with Chesnaught and Greninja,” agreed Politoed. “…Well, mostly Greninja, but whatever. Come on!”

... ... ...

Showdown Spectacular

Arriving at the arenas of the mountains, Poliwrath eagerly challenges a strong competitor of the monarchy, and drags Politoed into the battle with him.

...

“This place has such a cool arena!” Poliwrath pumped a fist and flexed his arm. “All right! Let’s get in on this one, Poli-Poli!”

“Wait, what? No!” Politoed flailed his arms. “Look, I’m not a bad fighter, but I don’t need to prove it to the likes of these—”

“Hey! Hey you! Big angry cat guy! Over here!”

“And you’re literally ignoring me again, how swell.”

“Hm?” Incineroar blinked and pointed to himself. “Cat guy talking, who’s asking?”

“Me! You’re tough, but I’m a pretty good fighter myself!” Poliwrath wrapped his arm tightly around Politoed and dragged him close. “In fact, both of us are!”

“Whoa, no, no, no,” piped up Politoed. “Do not drag me into this.”

“Come on and battle us!”

“Whirly Froggies want to fight, huh?” Incineroar sighed but forced himself back up into a confident grin. “Ok, might as well! Which one of you wants to go first?”

“Nah, try both of us together!” Poliwrath lifted his thumb up. “You want to really see how strong you are? Two-for-one, let’s go!”

“Poliwrath, that’s hardly fair for him,” insisted Politoed. “He’d be at a disadvantage by Type alone, and he’ll clearly get clobbered facing off against knights that know how to work together.”

“Sounds like you two need to be taken down a few pegs,” taunted Incineroar. He cracked his knuckles. “Don’t worry, I’ll be glad to pull that one off.” He pointed to the ground. “Come step into the ring.”

“That’s hardly fair at all,” interrupted Lucario, as he ambled over to Incineroar’s side. “If you’re going to try getting yourself killed over this place that you loathe so much, you might as well have a fighting chance.” He turned to the twins. “Your battle will be with both of us.”

... ... ...

Building Brotherhood

Reaching the midpoint cave of their journey in the mountains, Poliwrath and Politoed work together to quell the arguing mantis brothers.

...

“Get along?” Scizor scoffed. “With that arrogant little twit?”

“He’s actually taller than us,” pointed out Politoed. “Especially me.”

“Height isn’t the issue,” restarted Poliwrath. “It’s your relationship, or lack thereof.”

“No offense to you two, but our relationships are vastly different,” chimed in Scyther. “You’re twins. You have a deeper connection with one another with just that alone. But then you two get along really well, you have cute banter with one another, and you can actually battle side-by-side.” He gazed down and studied his scythes. “Scizor and I can’t even get past our differences based on the surface.”

“Oh, don’t turn this into another debate over scythes and claws!”

“Shocking, that’s exactly where the extent of it lies for you, huh?”

“Both of you, cool it!” Poliwrath folded his arms. “You two keep at this and you’re just going to keep fighting! Has that helped anyone from Grass Fields thus far?” He waited as neither mantis replied to him. “Then that’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”

“Easy, Wrathy.” Politoed chuckled as Poliwrath lowered his eyes, but then straightened up and returned his attention to the others. “Poliwrath and I actually struggled to get along after we both evolved, because we thought that our differences were too great to contend with.” He pointed to his brother. “He always wanted to be the stronger one, and I always had creative techniques that I wanted to better explore.” Politoed placed his hands on his hips. “Sound familiar?”

“It’s not even just about the differences between you guys, but your whole structure as siblings,” carried on Poliwrath. “Politoed and I were always competitive with each other, but even we could put that aside when it mattered. The two of you literally want the other to fail more than you care about succeeding.” He folded his arms. “You should understand one another’s strengths and perspectives, and then learn to cooperate with them.”

“Exactly.” Politoed nodded, but then frowned as Scizor threw everyone dark glares, while Scyther placed his attention elsewhere. “Look, maybe you guys don’t want to get along either. And that’s ok.” He sank down. “But, have you ever even tried to get along?”

“Can’t recall a time like that at all,” confessed Scyther. “And you, Sciz?”

“Don’t call me that,” snapped Scizor. He checked over the others and then deflated. “...But, no.”

“So, give us a chance to help you work on it,” insisted Poliwrath. “It’s better than nothing.”

“If anything, we’ll help you guys hate each other at least a little less,” promised Politoed.

... ... ...

Clawing to the Apex

Towards the end of the journey up the Mountains Monarchy, Politoed and Poliwrath find themselves battling the enemy assassin, Zangoose.

...

“You…you’re both alive?!” Zangoose gawked in horror as the twins readied their weapons. “That’s not possible! At least one of you should be dead, and most definitely both of you! How?!”

“Turns out your aim was off after all,” taunted Politoed.

Zangoose growled and pulled out a shuriken. “Doesn’t matter. I know exactly how to correct this mistake.”

“The only mistake was letting you live,” snapped Poliwrath. “Greninja should’ve gotten you like he did your partner.”

“SHUT UP!”

With a roar, Zangoose threw the first shuriken, and lobbed a full barrage at the brothers as fast as he could manage. Dropping back, Poliwrath and Politoed dipped behind a boulder, and looked at one another as the blades clanged against the stone.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have pissed him off so much,” murmured Politoed.

“Nah, he’s distracted like that,” contested Poliwrath. “Let’s use that to help.”

“Right.” Politoed spun his nunchaku and slowly made his way to the edge of their cover. The shuriken had stopped for a moment. “I’ll knock them away when he starts again, and while he focuses on me, you rush him. Just…be careful.”

“Will do.” Poliwrath winked at his brother. “But you’d better do the same, ok?”

“Promise,” pledged Politoed. “Ready in three…two…one…”

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With Time: Sandwiches & More

Author’s Note: *looks around, then walks in awkwardly*

Heyyyyy, guys. It's uh, been a minute, hasn't it? I kind of disappeared, huh? Still here though! With the whole stay inside thing, I didn't realize how long it had been. The days just kind of blend together.

Anyways, I'm here, and I felt bad, so I quick wrote out the debate one-shot I've been excited about so you guys could have something! Sorry about disappearing! Love you guys!! 💕💕💕

(Google changed my go-to emojis. I don't know how I feel about this.)

Summary: Claude has a new discussion point.

Claude is the last to sit down at the lunch table, and the first thing out of their mouth is. “Is pizza a sandwich? Discuss.”

“No!” Marinette and Chloe exclaim.

Felix shakes his head, and Allegra glances down at her pizza, then sets it down. “I’m scared.”

“Why not?” Adrien declares. “Pizza is a sandwich now!”

Allan turns to Claude. “I’m currently with the majority. What points do you have?”

“Why is pizza not an open face sandwich?” Claude challenges, “What actually sets it apart except for the name.”

Marinette looks like her brain has melted, and Chloe shakes her head. “It just isn’t. Pizza is not a sandwich.”

Felix stares at Claude in shock, “I never truly expected one of your little debates to be anything other than chaotic. This is interesting.”

“Ya’ make a good point,” Allan concedes. “Why can’t pizza be a sandwich?”

“Why are open face sandwiches sandwiches? What gives them the qualifications?” Allegra demands.

“The name ‘sandwich’ in their name. Duh.” Adrien rolls his eyes.

She swats him. “So should they even have that name in the first place.”

“Probably not,” Chloe decides, “If it breaks Mari like this.”

Marinette has steepled her fingers in front of her face, leaning forward slightly, and staring a hole into the table blankly, mumbling to herself. It’s hard to make out most of what she’s saying, but at some point she clearly says, “My life is a lie. Maybe. My life has the potential to be a lie.”

Felix pokes her shoulder and gets no response. Claude snorts, “Oops.”

Allan sighs, taking the ice pack out of his lunch box and pressing it into her arm. She hisses, jumping back while he calmly returns it to its spot. Continuing on as though nothing happened, he argues, “But ‘sandwich’ bein’ in their name is important. Clearly it’s an important part of their identity as food, so we can’t just throw it out. Someone called it a sandwich, and society has largely accepted that it is. Throwing it out for the sake of excluding pizza seems extreme.”

“Maybe, but it must be done.” Chloe crosses her arms.

Felix frowns. “He makes a good point though. If we are to accept open face sandwiches as sandwiches, we have no good reason to exclude other dishes - such as pizza.”

Chloe gasps, clutching Allegra’s arm. “Oh my Kwami! Felix has turned against us. Felix and Claude are on the same side of one of these debates.”

“The world is ending.” Allegra decides. “Therefore this isn’t an issue any more.”

“It will always be an issue. It will haunt me for eternity,” Marinette whispers.

“Guys,” Sabrina interjects, “Pizza is a sandwich. The real question is if a wrap is a sandwich, and by extension, burritos.”

“YES!” Claude shouts.

“No,” Adrien decides firmly.

Allan stares between the two. “The world really is ending.”

The blond continues, “They’re raviolis.” He takes a decisive bite of his food.

“Nevermind, the earth is spinning and the sun is shining. We’re good.”

“Oh my goodness,” Marinette whispers, “Raviolis are sandwiches.”

“WE HAVE MARI! WOO!!”

“I’m so proud.” Adrien wipes a tear from his eye.

“I’m scared,” Allegra whispers

Chloe shakes her head. “I’m more scared that Felix is legitimately considering this.”

Felix hums in thought. “And what of tacos?”

“Fold over sandwiches,” Allan explains, “The shell just isn’t flexible enough to bend all the way.”

“...”

“OH MY GOD HE’S CONSIDERING IT!”

“I think… arguments could be made, but the intention of the food is important as well. An open face sandwich is a sandwich because that is the intention of its creator - for it to be a sandwich. With pizza, the intention is not there, and by that logic, it is not a sandwich.”

Before anyone can respond to that, Marinette gasps in horror, then, barely above a whisper, contributes, “Frosted jelly donuts are ravioli pizza sandwiches.”

Claude stands, slamming the table with his hands. “MARINETTE CROISSANT DUPAIN-CHENG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!”

Adrien grabs her shoulders. “Mari me.”

“My life is a lie. My parent’s business is a lie. Do we run a pizzeria???” She clutches her face.

Allan carefully separates Adrien from Marinette. “You have my blessing, but she’s having a mid lunch crisis, so hold off on the wedding.”

Sabrina stares at Marinette. “Do they run a pizzeria?”

“No,” Felix corrects, “They do not. Once again, the intention is not for it to be pizzeria, not to mention that simply because pizzas fall into the category of some of their goods, does not make said goods pizzas.”

“Marinette is my padawan, I love her so much and am endlessly proud.” Claude sniffs, dramatically pretending to wipe a tear from his eye.

“Today is a weird day,” Allegra mumbles, “Today is a very weird day, and now I’m scared.”

“Are frosted cookies pizzas?” Adrien asks excitedly.

“Definitely.”

“How did this discussion devolve into breaking down any and all categories between food?” Felix sighs.

“Because Claude started it,” Chloe deadpans.

Marinette falls over into Chloe’s lap. “Am I a ravioli?”

Everyone pauses, and in unison, Claude and Adrien concede, “I mean…”

“No, absolutely not.” Allan interrupts. “Do not even finish that sentence, you two.”

Chloe pats Marinette’s head comfortingly.

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Author’s Note: I am Marinette, though I did dial her up to an extreme for Drama Purposes™ and Chaos Potential™.

Sooooo? What'd you think? It really started out pretty calm for these guys, but then Marinette broke and Chaos ensued. We all know that when I say 'what do you think' when there's a debate that there will be a survey. Here it is!!

Edit: At long last, we have the results!! Find them here!

Love you guys!! I hope you're all safe and well! Hope this could make your quarantine just a little more bearable! 💖💞💝💕

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(This part is just my current plans for works, where I've been, what to expect, etc. Feel free to scroll past) I do plan on regularly updating A Shy Sparrow. I don't know how to start the next chapter, so I've been procrastinating big time. That said, I'm posting this partially to peer pressure myself into working on it. It's one thing to not update when you've been MIA for two weeks, it's another when you just posted something saying you'd work on it. My procrastination has consisted of three things for the most part. One, I thought of a new Chloe-centric story that I got really excited about. I was doing a lot of planning for that, so that I could have an idea of the plot by the time I got around to it. Secondly, I randomly got struck with with inspiration to work on an original idea I have, which happens occasionally. There's a few things keeping me from being able to actually build on it, but I've still been doing a little. We'll see how it goes. Thirdly, sometimes I just write random little stories that won't get posted for a number of reasons. I've been doing that, just having fun. There's also the fact that I do have online classes. I am the biggest procrastinator, and online classes are something I could easily get into the habit of pushing aside. I'm trying to avoid having that happen, and it's going well so far! For those of you curious, A Shy 'Sparrow' is looking to be about 10-15 chapters. It could easily end up being less, but that's the assumption I've been working with for this story, and it's looking accurate. Same goes for Memories Never Truly Die, but I haven't written for that as recently so that estimate is a little looser. That Chloe story is up in the air, I'm only in the planning stage. Anyway, I hope to post things more regularly again. With the coronavirus going on, we all need a distraction, and I'd love to be able to provide at least a small one. For those of you wondering, I'm doing just fine! My family and friends are well too. Everyone, stay safe and wash your hands! Do what you can, and stay strong! 💞💞💞💞

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Left Sides of the Brain

Summary: In the left brain hallway, Logan lived alone. Which was fine, he supposed. Of course, all that changed when Anxiety moved in. Analogical.

(Heads up this ain’t G/t but it is Sanders Sides)

Everyone knows that the human brain is divided into two sides, but perhaps Thomas Sanders was more aware of this fact than others. The aspects of his personality were clearly sorted into categories that indicated the placement of their rooms within Thomas’ subconscious. On the right side of the brain there lived two sides, one right next to the other. First was Patton, the embodiment of morality and emotions. His neighbor was Roman, who personified Thomas’ imagination and fascination with the arts. It was clear why the two of them would be right brain individuals; after all, neither were particularly orderly, analytical, or factual. These were left brain traits solely possessed by Logan, the logical side.

Logan didn’t particularly mind living alone. Or rather, he tried not to dwell on the fact. He loved when Thomas summoned him because Logan wanted to be helpful. Logan yearned to teach others all the knowledge he had acquired in Thomas’ lifetime. When he returned to his room, Logan was just reminded of the fact that there was no one around to listen. Logan let this fuel his motivation to come prepared to the next summoning, determined to be useful and knowledgeable.

And then Anxiety moved in.

Thomas’ Anxiety had always resided in the darker parts of the brain, so naturally Logan was confused when a new door manifested itself in the hallway. Cautiously Logan knocked on the door, not actually sure if the dark side would answer. When there was no response, Logan’s knocks became louder and more frequent until he heard an annoyed sigh on the other side.

“What.” Anxiety barely opened the door, glaring at him. Logan took a step back, frowning at Anxiety’s attitude. After all, Anxiety was the one invading his space.

“What are you doing here?” Logan got straight to the point.

“I live here.” Anxiety sneered. “Duh.”

“You have not resided here before.” Logan inspected the door. “How did you manifest this here? I did not know it was possible to move rooms around the subconscious.”

“Oh wow, would you look at that.” Anxiety said sarcastically. “Looks like you don’t know everything after all.”

Anxiety shut the door in his face, and Logan felt his annoyance increasing as he realized the emo side was correct. Logan didn’t know what was going on, and in fact he was a bit concerned. Was this a sign of Thomas’ stress levels getting more powerful? Did this mean Anxiety intended to take away some of Logan’s power over the left side of Thomas’ brain? The thought was troubling.

Of course, Anxiety proved to be all sorts of trouble. It was clear that Anxiety wasn’t used to having neighbors either, as he would blast that abominable emo music at all hours of the night.

One night Logan tried to address the problem, knocking on Anxiety’s door. The music stopped for a moment but the door didn’t open.

“Keep the music down.” Logan said sternly. “Some of us are actually trying to sleep at 2 in the morning.”

“...K.” The response Logan received wasn’t entirely convincing. In fact, the second Logan was back in bed the music returned, now turned up even louder as if to punish the logical side for daring to speak up. Logan groaned into his pillow.

“Anxiety!” Logan yelled through the wall. He could practically see the smirk on Anxiety’s face as he heard a chuckle, before the music was turned down to a reasonable volume.

As time went on, however, Logan began to notice that Anxiety did bring certain...better traits to the table as well. Anxiety possessed far more reasoning skills than the right brain sides. Though his arguments were often emotionally charged, Anxiety was very observant of possible dangers and often analyzed (well, over-analyzed) the different negative outcomes or facts of social events.

After the famous debate about negative thinking, there was a notable change in the left brain. Now Logan occasionally caught glimpses of Anxiety in the hall, like some late night internet cryptid. He was beginning to feel drawn to Anxiety in a way that was...illogical. It was though Logan felt the need to engage in companionship now that an opportunity had presented itself. Perhaps that was what drew him to Anxiety’s door a third time.

“Yeah?” Anxiety opened the door, more fully than before. Logan glanced past him into the room, having always been curious what another side’s room looked like. He had never had the chance to travel into Patton or Roman’s rooms in the past.

“Are those...spider curtains?” Logan observed, peering in. Anxiety frowned, closing the door a little so Logan was unable to see any more.

“What do you want, nerd?” Anxiety asked.

“Ah…” Logan paused, having not actually thought this far ahead. He cleared his throat, feeling nervous. “Well, I came here to propose we...get to know each other better.”

…

“What.” Anxiety deadpanned.

“Since it seems you plan on sticking around, I figured it would be beneficial if we gathered more information on each other in order to formulate a-” Logan’s explanation was interrupted by his darker neighbor.

“I’m gonna stop you right there.” Anxiety put his hand up. “I chose this side because I didn’t want to be bothered. I’m not here to make friendship bracelets, I’m just here to do my job.” Logan paused at this new information. Anxiety had chosen to be a left brain individual? Was that even possible? It would make sense, given the fact that anxiety was also closely tied to negative emotions and imagination as well as reasoning and observation.

“I certainly didn’t mean to suggest anything so frivolous.” Logan corrected. “I’m not Roman or Patton, I have no interest in wasting time. But, I must admit there are still some pestering questions that I wish to address. For example, I still do not know your name.”

“Huh.” Anxiety looked almost contemplative for a moment before turning back to Logan with a smirk. “Guess it’s too bad I like keeping you in suspense.”

The door closed in Logan’s face. With an irritated huff he tried knocking again, but soon his knocking was drowned out by the familiar blaring music. “Stubborn as ever.” Logan muttered to himself, walking back to his own room.

Fine. He didn’t need to know Anxiety’s name. He didn’t need to know anything about Anxiety. If Anxiety felt uncomfortable sharing, it wasn’t Logan’s business. It had no relation to his purpose and it was illogical for Logan to be concerned in the first place.

Thankfully, for Logan’s sanity, it wasn’t long before Anxiety- or rather, Virgil- shared his name with the group.

“So, Virgil.” Logan struck up a conversation as the two walked back to their hall, trying out the new name. “That wasn’t so difficult, now was it?”

“Yeah yeah.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “I get it, you’re just trying to shame me for not telling you sooner.”

“Well, unfortunately, thanks to years of dealing with Roman I do understand how some of you have a need to stay...dramatic.” Logan did a little flamboyant hand gesture to emphasize his point.

“Ugh, don’t go comparing me to princey.” Virgil winced, earning a small chuckle out of Logan. The anxious side went to open his door, but as his hand rested on the doorknob he was paused by Logan clearing his throat.

“Ah, there is...something I would prefer to clear up.” Logan put his hands behind his back. “I just wanted to make it clear that though your presence here has been surprising, it has not been...unwelcome.”

Virgil turned back to him, giving him a small smile. “Thanks, Logan.”

Unfortunately, with Virgil being accepted as a true left side to Thomas, new problems arose. Just as Logan originally feared, the logical side seemed to hold less sway over Thomas than before. Virgil quickly was becoming one of both the fans and Thomas’ favorites.

Logan gritted his teeth, trying to focus on studying as that music continued to blare. In the past he hadn’t minded it, as Virgil nowadays kept it to a reasonable volume. It had also served as a nice reminder that Logan wasn’t alone. Now, though, it just served as a distraction.

Logan crumpled up some of his notes as he realized all he had written was gibberish. He groaned, getting up to pace back and forth. Lately it seemed every other side was out to get him. No one listened to his input. Roman was constantly shouting nonsense about dream chasing and trying to drive Thomas off course. It was infuriating. Logan pressed his hands to his ears, trying to ignore the overwhelming bass hurting his skull.

“TURN IT DOWN!” Logan yelled, finally fed up with everything as he banged on the wall. Instantly the music ceased, and Logan was filled with a brief sense of regret. Why had he done that? This silence was worse. It was suffocating, reminding Logan of when there was only one occupant in this hall. One occupant who desperately wanted to be heard yet couldn’t stop silencing others.

A soft knocking came from Logan’s door.

“Logan?” Virgil sounded unsure on the other side. “Are you...okay?”

This was a first. Virgil had never approached Logan’s room, and only ever snuck in to borrower Logan’s books on a single occasion. Logan was still not sure how the anxious side had managed that.

Logan opened the door, looking at Virgil. The two stared at each other for a long minute.

“Woah.” Virgil finally broke the silence. “You look like crap.”

“Thanks.” Logan deadpanned, but he held the door open further as if to invite Virgil inside. Virgil stood in the threshold for a moment longer, peering around at Logan’s room uncertainly. Logan understood his hesitation. Both of them weren’t emotions. They didn’t do things like this, inviting each other into their bedrooms for mere conversation.

“I’m sorry about the music.” Virgil apologized, stepping into the room. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I had no idea it bothered you so much.”

“It usually doesn’t.” Logan admitted, taking a seat on the bed. “It’s just, for some reason, today it all just feels so... overwhelming.” Virgil awkwardly sat down on the opposite end of the bed, which Logan took as a sign to continue talking. “But that’s just it! I’m not an emotion, I shouldn’t be feeling anything. I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“What exactly are you feeling?” Virgil frowned.

“I don’t see how that could be relevant.” Logan looked at Virgil quizzically.

“I’m trying to help here.” Virgil sighed. “Look just...try talking about your feelings, and maybe we can, I dunno, reason through them.”

“Alright.” Logan thought about it for a moment. “I feel frustrated.”

“Frustrated.” Virgil nodded. “Why?”

“I feel frustrated because I feel as though... Thomas doesn’t listen to me anymore.” Logan adjusted his glasses, looking over at the corner of the room. “I feel frustrated because I don’t understand my place. I feel frustrated because ever since you’ve come along, my role has diminished and I miss being the only analytical side.”

“Oh.” Virgil winced. “Uh…”

“I feel frustrated because I don’t blame you.” Logan looked over at Virgil. “And I feel frustrated because despite it being logical for me to hold any ill will against you, I don’t. Quite the contrary, in fact. I find your presence quite enjoyable.”

“Wait, really?” Virgil seemed surprised by this.

“Yes.” Logan gave a nod. “Though I enjoy peace and quiet at times, I have observed that there is a noticeable difference between quiet and silence.”

“Well, yeah.” Virgil agreed. “When it’s silent you’re alone with your negative thoughts. I should know, it’s kinda my thing. Why do you think I listen to music so much?”

“Wait a moment,” Logan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “do you mean to tell me that there’s a purpose to your constant, uh, ‘jamming’?”

“Well it’s not just meant to annoy you.” Virgil snorted. “Here, just wait right here.” Virgil left, only to return with his iPod in tow. A pair of headphones was plugged in.

“Do you play your music that loudly from your headphones?” Logan asked, concerned.

“Nah, usually I play it from some speakers.” Virgil explained, sitting down next to Logan. “The speaker part is meant to annoy you. Okay, now put this in your ear.” Logan put the earbud into his left ear, while Virgil did the same to the opposite. “I want you to really listen to the lyrics, okay?” Logan glanced briefly at the title of the song, “I’m not okay (I promise)”, by My Chemical Romance.

Well if you wanted honesty that’s all you had to say; I never want to let you down or have you go, it’s better off this way!

Logan frowned. Though this was not his usual music genre, there was something odd about the lyrics, as though they could offer some sort of empathetic comfort. All too soon the music faded out.

“I feel like I did not learn anything.” Logan admitted. “There were too many variables to account for in that song.”

“Well, we can play it again.” Virgil offered.

Logan nodded, and the song began to play again. What was the logical reason behind this activity? Why had Virgil deemed it necessary for Logan to hear this song?

“I’m not okay...” Virgil had begun quietly singing. When Logan looked at him quizzically, Virgil looked a bit sheepish. “Um, sometimes it helps to sing along.”

“Why?” Logan raised an eyebrow.

“It feels better.” Virgil shrugged.

Logan didn’t fully understand, but when Virgil began to sing again Logan joined in. He slowly gained more confidence, and as the song began to play a third time Logan hadn’t even realized they had both stood up. He found solace in the words, letting all his confounded emotions out in a passionate bout of chaotic nonsense.

“But you really need to listen to me!” Logan was practically screaming the lyrics. “Because i’m telling you the truth, I mean this, I’m okay!”

“Trust me.” Virgil grinned at him, supplying the background voice. The two turned to each other, belting out the final chorus of “i’m not okay”’s in unison. As the song faded out, Logan realized he was panting.

“...” Logan slowly took the earbud out, handing it back to Virgil.

“Well?” Virgil prompted.

“I think I get it now.” Logan said thoughtfully. “The purpose of the exercise is to serve as an outlet for negative emotions, and the lines that you recite help to convey the exact troubles that you are struggling to understand. Knowing there are other individuals who listen to the same music helps alleviate the feeling of isolation.”

“You got it, buddy.” Virgil finger gunned.

“Thank you, Virgil.” Logan offered Virgil a small smile. “This has been far more enlightening than I anticipated.”

“No problem.” Virgil shrugged. “And uh...if you ever get overwhelmed again, don’t hesitate to come over, okay?”

“I will keep that in mind.” Logan’s eyes glanced over at his desk and he sighed. “Unfortunately, I do have to get back to work.”

“Oh, yeah, okay.” Virgil gave him a small wave. “See ya later.”

Virgil left, and for a moment Logan worried that those overwhelming feelings would return now that he was once again companion-less. However, Logan needn’t have worried. That familiar emo tune began to blast as soon as Virgil was back in his own room, serving as a reminder that Logan wasn’t truly alone.

Well if you wanted honesty that’s all you had to say…

Logan smiled fondly, getting back to work.

(Wowza that got long, this is that idea I was talking about yesterday. What’d you think? I hope it comes across as cute as I was hoping. I’m thinking of maybe doing a right side of the brain fic if people are interested in that sooo please let me know!)

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Janis & Grace

Janis: I'm coming back Janis: like, I'm en-route now Janis: so you can tell the parentals or whatever Grace: okay Grace: fine Janis: 👍 Janis: tah Grace: sure Grace: literally don't mention it Janis: alright Janis: forget I was even here, like Grace: ugh that means I don't wanna talk to you Grace: you can stop now Janis: Charming Janis: not asking for fanfare, or a shit banner, don't worry Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: if you don't wanna talk, you can shut the emoji keyboard and all Grace: whatever Grace: so sorry I'm busy being your PA rn Janis: how hard is it Janis: I did it in three Janis: even you can do it in under 10 Grace: I'm actually home so no, I can't Janis: well that's on you for being there and them for being annoying Grace: just leave me alone Janis: fucking hell, fine Janis: make your mind up Grace: I have & so have you Janis: what are you chatting about Grace: I called you SO MANY times Grace: until I literally couldn't cos Iggy said I had to call dad Janis: I weren't looking at my phone Janis: you know I can look after myself Grace: Duh Grace: but like you said, how hard is it, babes? Grace: like, 1 text you know Janis: Defeats the point of fucking off if you're gonna make a song and dance about it Janis: you wanna be my keeper or don't you Grace: I wanna know you're not fucking dead in a ditch Janis: You do now Grace: yeah thanks Janis: Look, I don't have to tell you my every move Janis: when do we text Grace: idk what you think I can say to that Janis: I'm just saying, you didn't need to freak out Janis: no need Grace: how dare you Janis: what Janis: I'm trying to save you the hassle it clearly is Grace: literally spare me this convo Grace: you're not this stupid Janis: Whatever then Janis: this is bollocks Grace: yeah exactly Janis: no, you Janis: don't pretend to give a fuck just 'cos mum and dad are getting on your nerves Grace: mhmm that's what this is Janis: yeah Janis: easier faking it when I ain't about Grace: I was totally crying so hard that I threw up cos I was worried about mum and dad giving me a lecture Janis: don't start Grace: I told you, leave me alone Janis: don't try and guilt trip me Janis: I'm literally on my way, can't do fuck all else Grace: don't tell me I'm pretending to care Grace: or pretend that you're coming home Janis: What's the point Grace: again idk what I'm meant to say to that Janis: Exactly Janis: I don't have to step over the threshold for it to fucking count Grace: you don't want to Grace: you literally could care less about me Janis: behave Janis: you don't wanna talk to me, we're hardly gonna hug it out Grace: like you're SO !!!! to talk to me Janis: I started this convo Grace: to get me to get mum and dad to be less extra Janis: yeah 'cos give a shit about them Janis: they're chewing your ear off, not mine Janis: so either way, I'd be doing you a favour Grace: wow Grace: thanks so much Grace: you obvs don't care about anyone but him so Janis: Oh yeah, cheers for spreading that about Grace: you've done that yourself, babes Janis: You don't know why I left, you never have, so don't be chatting shit Grace: excuse you, I haven't said anything to anyone Janis: he showed me the texts so you have Grace: that doesn't even count Grace: I didn't say anything he doesn't know Janis: clearly does to me Janis: as he's the only cunt I care about Janis: you didn't have to do that Grace: yeah well I was drunk & thought you'd gone forever Grace: sorry, okay Janis: you didn't know what you were talking about Janis: whatever, sorted now regardless Grace: duh Grace: I said he better get you back, you're back Grace: we know the boy can listen Janis: yeah, he just did it 'cos he's well scared of you Grace: I didn't threaten him, I'm not you Janis: ehh Janis: debatable Grace: oh please Janis: weren't exactly miss sweetness and light but alright Grace: he didn't deserve me at my sweetest or lightest thank you Janis: I told you, you got it wrong Janis: it weren't like that at all so Grace: she got it wrong, not me Janis: yeah Janis: he didn't fuck her though Grace: obvs! why would he? Grace: she knows nothing about camera angles and that's literally what she was there for, she probably gets her sex position tips from Cosmo Janis: probably Janis: clearly got community service for stalking anyway Grace: someone totally attacked her for whoring all over their man & then it was a whole thing™ Grace: like nobody wants to hook up with you if you're that tragic & so white you're basically see through, sorry about it Janis: Fair, Asia gets through 'em pretty well Janis: don't be catty, like Grace: cos she doesn't get her sex tips from Cosmo like a grandma duh Grace: & anyway he's like totally into you, boys aren't totally into Asia Grace: not the ones she picks Janis: hadn't escaped my notice Janis: cries as much as you Grace: RUDE Grace: I wouldn't cry over a boy that cringe Janis: 👌 Janis: least you have something in common Grace: OMG don't even Janis: you're mates, you're meant to Janis: or would you rather be like blondie and Mia Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: that's not how you mean it Grace: I'm not THAT stupid, hun Janis: didn't say you were Grace: copy & paste it from literally any other convo from the last decade Grace: whatever Janis: you're well paranoid Janis: so, she got a new one yet or what Grace: idk I've been totally preoccupied wondering if you were still alive Janis: 👎 boring Grace: stop doing it to me then Janis: it's as much about you as it is him Grace: it doesn't have to be about me to effect me Janis: soz Janis: why would I help you, yeah Grace: if you ever did it'd be an event Grace: & I'm not dressed for one so Grace: 🤷 Janis: 🙄🙄 Janis: it ain't gonna happen so don't plan an outfit on my behalf Grace: 💔 obvs but I won't Janis: Good stuff Grace: 👌👌 bye Janis: you gonna say sorry Grace: no Janis: 💔 rude Janis: shouldn't call people names, Gracie Grace: you shouldn't run away from your problems, babes Grace: but like here we are Janis: What's your plan, going well? Grace: Why would I EVER tell you anything I'm thinking? Janis: Yeah, have to be thinking something first Janis: I get it Grace: sure Janis: 👋 then Asia Grace: don't Janis: 😏 Grace: I have no energy to be upset any more Grace: so just stop Janis: Then try a smile Janis: there's nothing to be upset about Grace: not for you Grace: & what are you an old man on a bus? telling people to smile is so gross Janis: It's old Janis: you're bored, we all are Janis: switch it up Grace: go away Janis: stop being boring Grace: literally what do you care Grace: annoy your boyfriend Janis: who knows Janis: might stick around if you weren't Grace: that's not funny Janis: it is though Grace: you really scared me Janis: stop worrying about me, jesus Grace: Oh my god, do you think I wouldn't just stop if that was a thing I could do?! Janis: it is Janis: ask me how much I think about you Janis: you don't need to, you told me, I don't Grace: again, I'm not you Janis: try harder Grace: I hate you Janis: 👍 Janis: there we go Grace: next time I hope you don't come back Janis: 🤞 eh Grace: yeah Janis: be back for dinner then Janis: get da to make my favourite Grace: he'd have to know what it is first Janis: yeah Janis: pretty shit ain't he Janis: sad times Grace: like I said, my energy's dipped too low for this Janis: best go lick a stamp Janis: perk you right up, Ells Grace: that's not a comparison anyone's making Grace: but thanks anyway Janis: should be Grace: maybe but mistaken identity never Janis: no shit Janis: no one's mistaking you for kate moss either but you understand what I meant Grace: totally Janis: thank fuck Grace: any more shade you wanna throw or can I go? Janis: huh? Grace: like can that be it now or? Janis: I don't give a fuck, babe Grace: cool Grace: such a fun catch up Janis: not at all Janis: go back to crying and vomming though Janis: sounds like a blast Grace: obvs Janis: oh, and don't ever try and stick up for me again, also obvs Grace: 👌👌 Janis: state Grace: I won't speak to him again, it's fine Janis: good Grace: 💜 Janis: ugh Janis: fuck off Grace: [does]

[beanie-beebo-writes]

It follows

Series Summary: Reader is running from financial problems and his/her studies, will they catch up with him/her? Charlie's close friends (none other than Sam and Dean) go to check up on the reader due to Charlie becoming worried for him/her. Trouble pursues, as the reader wants to keep silent about his/her struggles.

Warnings: Depressive thinking, self-doubt

Masterlist

Chapter 11

"Are you sure you're good? I mean, I could drive you back to the motel if you need." Dean asked, turning around in his seat.

You exhaled, still feeling a bit weak from the events that unfolded earlier. You wanted to back out, but you knew you couldn't. No, you had to prove yourself to them. You were a hunter now, and hunters had to suck it up.

"Yeah, I'm good. Let's get this over with."

You stepped out of the car shakily and drank some more water, hoping Sam and Dean wouldn't notice your unsteadiness. Of course, you knew you couldn't get away with it that easily; they weren't stupid.

"Just follow our lead, okay?" Sam said.

Well, duh. For all you still knew, the books weren't fully accurate. This wasn't fiction, this was real. You just nodded, not having the strength to respond back.

A tired looking young teen, probably no more than seventeen, answered the door. Despite the obvious lack of sleep, she looked quite youthful. She groggily looked up and mustered a small smile.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

"Hi, um, are your parents home?" Dean solicited.

"Uh yeah, let me grab them, one sec." The girl said, calling for her parents.

Momentarily, she came back with her father; a slightly buffed man wearing a flannel shirt.

"Hi Mr. Cole, we're Agents Garvin and Tarrant. This here is our agent trainee, Ms. Blaise." Sam elbowed your side as him and Dean held out their 'badges'; "we just wanted to ask some questions on your son, Brayden, if you don't mind."

The father responded without a beat. "Sure, come on in."

The interior wasn't too modern, but it was beautiful. It reminded you of an '80s house that didn't age. Everywhere you turned in the house was something beautifully carved or handcrafted with wood. He led you all to a cozy sitting room, which would have looked like a funeral parlor if it weren't for the wooden walls.

"Did you do all of this yourself?" You asked, gesturing around the room.

"Yes. Actually, it's in the family, woodworking. It's been a great distraction from... well you know." He faltered.

"We're very sorry for your loss, Mr. Cole." Dean said. "Is there a chance your wife is around?"

"Ah, yeah. Sorry, she probably was too preoccupied to hear the door. Let me grab her for you."

"Weird how they are handling this, huh?" Dean said as soon as Mr. Cole was out of earshot.

"Not really, all people grieve differently." You said.

You all turned to the sound of Mr. Cole's voice consoling his mute wife, as they slowly shuffled into the room you were situated in.

"Hi Mrs. Cole, we only have a few questions, if you don't mind." Sam said softly, gesturing to a rocker diagonal to the couch.

Mrs. Cole looked as if she was a more broken shell of her own daughter. Her eyes were similar; tired, but lost and frantic. Her hair reminded you of a bird's nest; just shy of some twigs and dwelling creatures.

"So we understand that your son was out on the night of his passing, was there anyone else with him at the time?" Sam continued.

She slowly shook her head in response; her husband rubbed her noticeably tense shoulders and stepped in.

"Brayden was out back grabbing some more wood for us; we have always allowed him to go as far as he needs to, to get a nice bundle." -He paused- "I don't understand how something could get the upper hand on him like that, he wasn't ill-prepared.. Why are the FBI interested in this anyway? It was only an animal attack, an accident."

"We're just making sure it truly was an accident, Mr. Cole." Dean said. "Now, did Bray-"

"Why would it not be an accident?! Our son's heart was ripped out, which was clearly an animal attack! If you're suggesting that someone went after my son, who is clearly capable of taking on someone-"

"Hey, Molly, it's okay." Mr. Cole said gently.

"No, Ben, it is not okay. Our son wasn't murdered, he was attacked by an animal, that's it." Mrs. Cole sobbed.

Ben embraced his hysterical wife into a firm hug, doing all that he could to calm her.

"They're just making sure hun, it's okay. They aren't assuming anything."

She sniffed in response and faced the three of you.

"We're just doing our job Mrs. Cole, that's all." You said, instantly sensing your own experiences seeping in. You gritted your teeth, hoping to keep the memories at bay.

At your comment, she relaxed slightly and sat back down on the rocking chair. Dean looked at you in shock, while Sam sent an approving smirk. You figured you could give this a shot, seeing that she complied to your empathy.

"Do you or your son have any known enemies?"

"N-no.. Everyone loved Brayden, and I can't think of anyone who would have anything against our family." Mrs. Cole said just above a whisper.

You nodded in response. "Could we maybe see your daughter?"

"Of course." Mr. Cole said.

It turns out the only thing Jayden, Brayden's younger sister, had to add was that a girl had been seen around lately; almost as if she was trailing her brother. Any info was better than nothing.

"Here's our numbers, call us if anything else comes up." Sam said, handing her a fake business card.

She nodded and all three of you left the residence.

"You didn't do half that bad in there." Dean remarked.

"I guess it just kind of came to me." You said.

"Well, in this line of work, it's a good thing to have. Don't forget it." Dean said.

You sighed in relief as you sunk into the leather seats, even though you knew you were nowhere near done for the day.

"Alright, well I say we head to the Marx family next, since the break in the vic pattern is a little odd." Sam said, looking over numerous files.

"I'm glad I wasn't the only one who caught that." You said.

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"Kelly had no one out for her, not that we knew of anyway." Mrs. Marx said. "I mean, she was just an average girl," -She sniffled and dabbed at her eyes- "How could anyone do this to her?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out here, since it's highly unlikely for an animal attack like this in the streets." Dean replied.

"Well... Kelly was bisexual.. I think that's something to note.." Rachel, Kelly's cousin, added.

Mr. and Mrs. Marx stared in shock.

"Oh." Dean mumbled audibly.

"Why didn't she tell us before?" Mr. Marx asked.

Rachel bit her lip. "With the way your other distant relatives reacted... She thought all of you would be the same."

Their hurt eyes gnawed at your aching stomach, only adding to the nausea coursing through your body. You couldn't help but wonder how the boys handled this day in and day out; all of the hurt just... drained you. You were only on your second victim, and you still had five more hurt families to go through. At this point, you could just about keep up with the conversation and tag along; it took too much strength to converse. You were sure the boys noticed, but you didn't even care anymore. You were weak, and you knew it. Perhaps this life isn't for me. Ringing started to form in your ears and your field of vision was starting to decrease; you knew you were a goner. If it weren't for the loud vibrations around you and a hand waving in front of your face, you probably would have passed out already.

"Ms. Blaise, hey, are you okay?" Dean asked, louder than usual.

You swallowed, feeling a thick substance forming in your throat. Everyone was staring at you, as if you had just watched your dog die. Your body felt like nothing, like air; your brain was almost mush.

"I think I need to take a breather, can you unlock the car?"

The concern on the boys' faces only grew even more obvious; as if it wasn't evident already.

"Um yeah, sure. I'll go with you." Sam said, taking the keys from Dean.

"I'll be out in a bit." Dean called after Sam.

The world was a tilt-a-whirl as soon as you stood up; you used whatever you could to not topple over like a complete idiot. Sam offered to help you multiple times, but you just pushed him off, feeling weak enough already. You couldn't have been more embarrassed to be in that car.

"Care to share what happened in there?" Sam asked.

You didn't even bother, since you were probably going to be kicked to the road after tonight anyway. You didn't need the fake pity from anyone, and you certainly didn't need reminding of how much stronger these men were.

After a stretch of silence, Sam tried again. "Look, (Y/N), we want to help you, okay? We can't help you if you hide things from us. If it isn't that pressing, you don't need to share, but this is obviously pressing."

"You can't help me, Sam Winchester." You grumbled.

"And why is that?"

You debated if you should let loose, or just stay silent until you were on the road again. You had no one to vent to, not really. Charlie may have been your friend, but could you really risk telling her? Could you risk telling anyone?

"Fuck it." You said to yourself. You shifted so you could look out to the quiet houses; the ones with their normal lives. You could feel Sam's eyes boring into you.

"You know why you can't help me? Because, there are more important things in the world to worry about. Why on Earth would I be important? Because I was close with Charlie? Bull. She needs to move on, Sam. I'm not important. I'm only causing more trouble in everyone's life. At this point, I'm just waiting for you two to move on too, because I don't belong. Not with you, not with Charlie, not with anyone."

Before Sam had the chance to argue, the driver's side door opened. Great timing, since you were out of energy. The car bounced as Dean got inside, making your queasiness stronger. Luckily, you would have nothing to throw up, since the water had likely digested by now.

"Everything okay?" Dean asked, turning around.

"Fine." You grunted as you rested your head on the cool window.

You could feel his eyes on you, but you chose to ignore them, as you did with Sam's.

"I think we should head back to the motel; I'm starting to think we have enough to work with." Sam said, glancing back at you.

"Oh no, don't you miss out on more information because of me, don't you do that." You seethed.

Dean apparently caught on. "I agree. We can always figure out the werewolf's location back at the room, using the files from the coroner and the two interviews we completed. And if we need more information, we could always head back out later or even tomorrow morning."

"Are you serious? By then, we could have another victim on our hands! At least get a couple more interviews in, please. I'll be fine, I'll just wait out here." You argued.

Dean nodded and pondered for a moment.

"I have a better idea." Sam said.

You moaned and lightly hit your head on the window in aggravation.

[noisinnocent]

Northside Serpent Pt. 2 | Sweet Pea

Part 2 is up :D check part 1 here.

Sweet Pea X OC

Plot: A hidden serpent from the Northside balances what it means to be a serpent and valuing friendship.

I stood beside Tall Boy and Toni and I watched Jughead walk towards Sweet Pea enduring the Gauntlet. I wanted to rush in and help him, but Tall Boy holds my arm stopping me in my place. After Jughead regains his consciousness and Toni hands him his jacket, I went to him towards him and whispered something in his ear.

"You really shouldn't let Betty worry too much."

"Tati-" I manage to cover his mouth with my hand.

"It's Fairy Queen, Jones. Remember that."

"Why would Betty care anyways? She just broke up with me."

"And she also just unfriended me, guess I'm not alone then. But Betty truly cares for you okay, don't fuck it up for the both of you."

"Why are you here anyways?"

"Haven't you heard? I'm a serpent Jones. And now so are you. I might not know the reason you joined but I hope you've told Betty."

"No need, I think Archie can do it for me after all he's the one who told me Betty was breaking up with me."

"What? So, you're telling me Betty dumped you through Archie."

"That's what I just said."

"She must really love you then." I mutter lowly. I hear Jughead say what and I assume he doesn't hear what I say.

 I stepped back and let Toni help him. Toni looks at me and we both nodded our heads as if some sort of silent agreement just exchanged. I watched them both leave before Tall Boy called me. Tall Boy told me to go with him to White Wyrm which I denied. He called over Sweet Pea and then insisted that Sweet Pea at least give me a ride home, we both wanted to decline but Tall Boy was firm in what he said so we both just went along with it.

"Ready to go to the Northside, Little Pea?" I taunted him.

"It's Sweet Pea."

"That's what I said, duh." We walked towards his motorcycle.

"Afraid Northsider?"

"Maybe you, if you let me drive." I say taunting him

"I'll just be afraid that you'll crash both of us into a wall."

"Is that a dare?"

"It's not. It's really not."

"I think it is. Come on, give me the keys." He doesn't comply and started up the engine.

"Guess that really is a hard no then." I hopped on behind him.

"But seriously I do know how to ride, I've stolen my dad’s for a round or two." He doesn't bother responding and just drove off.

The ride to my house was silent except for me telling him the direction to my house. He wasn't driving too fast, so I didn't need to hold on to him. I looked at the side and see the houses have already closed and their lights have been turned off, so much unlike the Southside where there's still a bit of nightlife. When we got in front of my I house I stepped off.

"Thanks for the unnecessary ride."

"It's not like I had a choice."

"You did. You could've let Tall Boy punch you in the gut."

"I'm not in the mood for another beating."

"Why did Archie hit you that bad?"

"That Northsider? Pssh, he just hit me once."

"But the one hit managed to score you a black eye.

"I don't think that's the point here."

"You know I'm still upset you didn't let me drive. Let's have a race one day."

I give him the helmet he let me wear. "Bye Little Pea." I hurriedly rushed off without wanting for an answer.

"It's Sweet Pea." I hear him say as I closed the door behind me.

I went to the White Wyrm the next day just to hang out when I notice none of the younger serpents were there even Tall Boy. I asked one of the older serpents where they were, and I found out that the younger serpents got jailed and Tall Boy was out doing some business. I wanted to go to where the younger serpents were held but opted not too and headed towards Pop's craving a milkshake. As I entered Pop's I saw Veronica sitting in a booth, wearing glasses and reading a book. I asked if I could join her and she gestures to the space opposite to her. We then overhear Betty talking to Sheriff Keller.

"Drafting your next savage takedown" Veronica says, and it prompts Betty to move towards me and Veronica. She takes off her glasses and I move next to her allowing Betty to sit in front of us.

"I didn't expect you to believe me, but I didn't mean what I said. There's no sane excuses." Betty says to Veronica as she slowly makes her way towards us. "And there's no excuse that I should push you away just because I know you're a serpent, T."

"No, there isn't." Veronica answers. "So, tell me B. What's the insane excuse?"

Betty then tells us that she has been talking to the Black Hood doing his bidding. And that everything she did was because the Black Hood told her, even the fact that I was a serpent came from the Black Hood.

"So, to recap, you're talking to a serial killer on the reg. And he's been puppet-mastering you?" Veronica asks trying to comprehend what Betty just told us.

"I'll never forgive myself for what I did, V. To the both of you, to Jug, my Mom. Hell, even to Nick St. Clair." Betty answers looking guilty.

"Girl, I would've given Nick's name and then happily treated myself to a facial." Veronica says leaning forward.

"I second that." I say as I lean back on the seat.

"I still may. But yes, you're in a toxic relationship with the Black Hood and you need to break up with him."

"Or you could turn the tables on him. Maybe try and find out who he is perhaps?" I say in the middle of sipping the milkshake that just arrived.

"I could. He says he'll go away if I do one last thing find out who's behind the jingle-jangle. Some creep called the Sugarman."

"Okay so what's the problem." Veronica asks confused.

"If the Sugarman exists, and I find out who he is, I can't just give up his name. The Black Hood would kill him. And drug dealer or not, he's still a human being."

"Barely" Veronica comments in between Betty's speech

"I'm so close, V. Will the both of you help me?"

Veronica ponders for a while before saying, "I'm in."

"I'll help with what I can, but I can't attract too much attention." I answered after debating with myself for a while.

"Thanks." Betty says, and we clink our milkshakes together.

"Oh, and Betty, I know I'm not the one who's supposed to tell you this, heck maybe it's not even my business. But you're my best friend and you deserve to know."

"What is it T?" Betty asks clearly on the edge of what I'm about to say.

"Jughead joined the serpents. He just finished his last initiation last night. And I promise you as a serpent and as your best friend, I'll be keeping an eye on him."

"When did you join the serpents T?" Veronica asks, the attention was now on me.

"A day before my absence. I got inked afterwards and I didn't want to be distracted with the fresh mark at school, so I took a day off."

"Where'd you get inked?"

"Below the nape." I say before lowering my head to attempt to show the tattoo to the them.

On the day of the race everybody is already at the area, but I was running late, so I decided to get the motorcycle my dad owned and hopped on. I got there and decided to wear my serpent jacket and a black face mask revealing just the upper half of my face. I parked between the space separating the southside and the northside. I got off and stood near the serpents keeping my mouth shut. They started the race and most of them ran off cheering, but I stood back beside Tall Boy.

"Nice to see you finally wearing the jacket."

"Maybe it's time, I actually boast it out. Besides this is an important race remember, I'm here to support the serpents and my friends. So, what are the stakes here? I know it's a fight for territory, but I don't know the specifics."

"If the ghoulies win they get the White Wyrm, Sunnyside trailer park and the serpents joining the ghoulies."

"And if we win?"

"Ghoulies stop dealing drugs and the Serpents would run Southside High."

"That doesn't seem like a fair wager."

"Oh, it's not."

"This is a stupid bet and I'm both amused and pissed off that Jughead allowed this to happen. He must really have confidence that he'll win huh.”

They started going back as the cars were out of view. Sweet Pea and Toni came near us. I nodded at their presence, and Toni smiles.

"Still afraid to show people who you are?" Sweet Pea comments.

"Why can't you just keep your mouth shut Little Pea?" I mock earning a snicker from Toni. "Besides can't you just appreciate the fact that technically right now I'm a southside serpent and not some Northsider as you would call it."

"Wearing a jacket doesn't mean anything."

"Maybe, maybe not. But the tattoo I have means more than the jacket I reckon?"

"It's not the symbols that makes you a serpent. It's being an actual serpent that makes you a serpent. It doesn't mean you've done the initiation that you're already a serpent when you've done nothing for the gang."

"Touché, Little Pea. Touché."

Someone then shouted. "The cops are rounding up the ghoulies." And with that everyone scrambles to leave.

Tall Boy tells us to leave and Sweet Pea and Toni instantly follow what he says but I stayed back waiting to see if Jughead and Archie makes it back safely. When they do, Tall Boy then shouts at them asking if Jughead called the cops, but Archie defends that it was him who called them. They fight for a while before Jughead leaves with Betty, leaving Archie and Veronica behind. I take that as a sign to leave and I head to the White Wyrm where most of the serpents, who were at the race, was. They were talking about what Jughead just did but I just hang around at the bar. Toni then sits beside me her back facing the bar.

"I think, a sorry from me is in order. I couldn't say it last time not with Sweet Pea furious as usual." I look at her and saw her offering a handshake and I take it.

"I was in the wrong too. I'm not really used to being noticed and I guess I took it out on you."

We then talk easing up the tension that I had primarily caused.

"So, wait. Are you a Northsider or a Southsider?"

"I'm a Northsider, born and raised. But I can't just go out labelling myself as a Northside Serpent, I'll just attract the attention I was avoiding in the first place.

"Why are you hiding anyways? Are you ashamed of being a serpent?" I hear Sweet Pea's voice from behind me.

"Do you take pleasure in butting in in someone's conversations?" I comment. "And I'm not ashamed there's a reason why I joined, I just can't risk letting people finding out about me."

"Why because you're afraid your northside friends might hate you?"

"Because circumstances don't allow me too. Heck if things weren't so fucked up right now I would've flaunted my jacket and tattoo at school." That seemed to shut him up a bit, or he really didn't know what to say. "I suggest keeping your nose out of my business, and just let me be. I'm leaving clearly, I'm not wanted here. I'll see you soon Toni."

I left the White Wyrm and hopped on my motorcycle. As I was wearing my helmet Sweet Pea was walking towards me.

"What do you want Little Pea? To know my life story, just so your little conscience stays clear?"

"I came to apologize."

"Wow, and I'm guessing Toni told you to do that right?"

"How'd you-"

"Because Little Pea, you're stubborn just like me and I know your pride is too high to ever attempt an apology without being forced."

"For the record I am taller than you, you know." He says as he comes closer towering over me.

"You're a freaking giant it's clear, but your mind just like a child Little Pea. Petty and stupid."

I start up my engine and don't bother hearing what he has to say. He steps back, and I ride back home.

The next few days I was at school alone Betty and Veronica was always of discussing something, and I didn't want to butt in. I just hope they're done with the whole Black Hood case and just leave it to the proper authorities since Betty wasn't receiving any more calls. I would hang out at the White Wyrm at night wearing my jacket and mask but would avoid too much interaction. I was just there to feel the southside and not be in the sickening fraud that is the northside. In the afternoon I would head out to the hospital to check up on someone if they were okay, but I'd leave immediately. It's been a few days since I had talked with any of the younger serpents and I kind of appreciated it being a somewhat center of attention was not for me. For Betty and Veronica, it may be, but not me.

I was passing by the Blue and Gold and saw Betty, Jughead, Veronica and Archie together.

“I haven't seen this sight in a while." I say as I lean into the doorframe. "So what prompts this gathering."

"FP going out of jail and we were gonna get him." Betty says, and it makes me grin.

"When?" I ask as I enter.

"Tomorrow." Jughead answers.

"Jug, that’s uh. That's great." Archie says hesitantly, and I look at him curiously.

"Something wrong Archie?" He then shakes his head.

"Yeah, what heralded this miracle?" Veronica says her attention switching between Jughead and Archie

Jughead looks at Archie before saying. "Overcrowding at the jail. I guess the judge reviewed my dad's case and after Cheryl's testimony it was... A perfect storm."

"Wow who would have thought Cheryl made this all possible." I say shaking my head in disbelief

"What do you need from us, Jug?" Archie asks and looks at Veronica who also looks at him.

"Both of us. We have a new lead on the Black Hood case. And Jughead and I, we were wondering if you guys would follow up on it for us. We can give you all of the details, the articles." Betty explains

"It's just that I have to be there for my dad to help with his re-entry, so." Jughead cuts in.

"Uh yeah and I'm just. I'm taking a break from the Black Hood." Veronica ponders before asking.

"Wait, so you want us to be you guys?"

Jughead wraps a hand over Betty and says, "Essentially, yes. Why is there a problem with that?" Veronica shakes her head.

"Wanna help us T?"

I shake my head. "I'll leave you love birds to it. I think you can handle it by yourselves."

At night as I got of my motorcycle to the White Wyrm, I see Jughead getting in and I call him out.

"Hey Jug, you going in?"

"Yeah, I'm telling them my dad got out."

"Oh cool."

We both get in and I sit at the bar while he stants in front of the pool table.

"I have an announcement to make. My dad's getting out." Everybody cheers except for me. "And when he does, I'll bring him up to speed about our plans with Mayor McCoy."

"That's brilliant." Tall Boy says and slams his drink at the table.

"Do you have a problem with that Tall Boy?"

"Your old man? No." Tall Boy stand up. "I got no problem with him. But you want us to sit down with the Mayor."

"I do. He's right. I think we can bring the Southside back. But it's going to take work and it's going to take compromise."

"Bring the Southside back. You've been here all of five minutes."

"I am sick of you acting like a little bitch. Whispering behind my back that I'm half a serpent or that I don't belong here. Why don't we put it to a vote? If you guys think what I'm doing is wrong, I'll step aside."

"All those who stand with Jughead and think that Tall Boy should shut the hell up." Toni says and raises her hand.

The others raise their hands too and Tall Boy walks off. Jughead walks towards me.

"You know Jug, Tall Boy had a point. Except the fact that you're half a serpent. You've only been part of the Southside for a while and you've been a serpent for what less than a month and you're calling the shots. I guess that's the perk for being a Serpent royalty."

"Are you defending him?"

"I'm saying he has a point."

"Don't speak like you're any better Fairy Queen." I hear Sweet Pea's familiar voice behind me. I turn around and see Sweet Pea, Toni and Fangs behind us.

"But I've never told anyone to do anything besides keep my secret really." I counter.

"But the Southside really needs to change Fairy Queen. And I'm saying this because I've lived here all my life." Toni says

"I'll just support your decision guys. If you think it's good, then it might be."

"Come on, we came here to ask you guys for a game of pool not some sap show." Toni says grabbing my arm and dragging me to a pool table.

We rotate the players, giving each one a turn. Surprisingly we all had fun, shared some laughter, and joked around. And that was the first ever time I had fun in the Southside.

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(D·N·C) SEASON 1 | EPISODE 3 | "TESSIE"

"Listen closely, for this assignment could potentially cost you half your grade. You don't want to flunk this class because you weren't listening, do you?"

His eyes grazed the dark classroom, a couple students shaking their head nervously when it came around to them. The room was especially dark, almost as if the lights were dimmed on purpose. Under all those shadows were old wood and vintage decorations, from the peeling wallpaper to an entire shelf full of dusty cobwebs, clearly never used. It smelled, looked, and felt old.

Hell, it was old. Probably.

Just like the teacher. Actually, that's not entirely true - he looked mid-age, if not a little more. He was wearing a gray shirt, a gray tie, a gray smile. He looked pretty average, actually - except for his smooth, almost stupidly bald head.

Like, really bald. Like... King Neptune bald, is what we're talkin' here.

But... uh, anyway, the teacher returned his eyes to the center of the room, muttering, "Good." Before taking a piece of chalk from his desk and writing on the board, it letting out the occasional screech.

A hand raised up from behind, from in his peripheral vision.

"What is it, Mr. Moore?" He didn't even turn around.

"Uh... yeah... so... I kinda got a concussion the other day, Mr. Ahlquist , so uh... I'm not gonna be able to do the paper," Weston said. " Just so you, uh, kno -"

"You've already used that excuse before, Mr. Moore. Try again."

"I... uh... got the flu?"

"Already used that."

"Chicken pox?"

"Next."

"Mad Cow Disease?"

"Give me a break.

"... Uh... butt herpes?"

"One more word out of you and you'll be spending your afternoon in my class," Ahlquist warned, tone stern. "Not. A. Word."

"..."

"... Calculus?"

-~-

RRRRRING!  

"- All I'm saying is, if she wasn't the sister of the worst Axe-scented homophobe on the planet... I might be into her," Axel said, "But... well, you can see why that may be a turn-off."

"But... Ax! Didn't you see her bazookas?" Weston asked.

"... Did you mean 'bazongas'? Not... not that I'm listening to your misogynistic toss or anything..." Evanna grumbled.

"No, I meant bazookas. Y'know, like the thing the army uses that blows the shit outta third world countries? That kind of thing."

"You're... going to need to need to be more specific."

Weston laughed, slapping Evanna's back a little too hard, hard enough that she almost dropped her phone. She looked up at him, brows deep and teeth bared like an injured animal. Weston took his hand off her back fast.

"Uh... well... carry on!" He took a big step forward in front of the other two, and kept on walking. Axel and Evanna did the same.

The three teens strolled down one of the many halls of Calcheri Valley High, dozens of students, lockers, and doors of generally the same colors behind them as they made their way down. The air was alive with the slamming of lockers, the bickering and back-and-forth of friends and even the pale blue anti-drug posters (somehow) poorly pinned to the walls. Weston skidded to a stop in the middle of two bathroom doors, right in front of a particularly tall water fountain. Being five foot three... it was going to be a challenge.

"That's okay..." he whispered to himself. "I like a good challenge."

"It's just a water fountain, mate," Evanna said, coming to a stop next to Axel. "Like... hell. It's not even that tall."

"Oh, right, to you it's not 'that tall'. To you. Well... try walking in my shoes for a second here - "

"I can't," she replied. "They wouldn't fit."

" - You don't have a problem getting up there. You don't, because you don't have what I have. This... curse. This painful infliction. I simply wish to take a sweet and savory sip from the heavens above, but to you, a giant with the privilege to match - "

"I'm two inches taller than you!"

"Ah, so you admit it! Two inches. Two! Five centimeters! Eighty... eighty millimeters?"

"Fifty, actually," Axel said, "Fifty millimeters."

"Why don't you get on him then, huh?" Evanna asked, gesturing towards the brunette at her side. "He's, like, a whole foot taller than you, and yet you're not getting on him - "

" - I'm only five foot ten, Evanna, I'm not - "

"Ax isn't taller than me, he's... he's borrowing the inches from a friend," Weston interrupted. "I thought you'd know that."

"... Who would that be, then?"

"Oh, Abraham Lincoln. Duh."

"Oh, of course," Evanna scoffed, crossing her arms. "Silly me."

"I know, right?" Weston agreed, pressing the front of the fountain and taking a couple gulps of the thin stream ahead.

"Oh, speaking of Lincoln... what were you guys going to do for Ahlquist's project?" Axel asked. "Y'know, the project?"

"I was gonna eat it," Weston said, mid-gulp. "You?"

Evanna groaned. "Ugh, of course you were..."

"I was going to use barbecue sauce. I'm not an animal." He winked at her, then returned to his aqua.

"I was going to write about Wilson, considering that, compared to the long-run of racists this country's had in office, he seemed a little... well, less," Evanna said. "What about you?"

"I was going to do it on him too, actually. Not because of the whole non-racist thing but, you know... that is a plus." Axel turned over to Weston, adding, "Who are you going to do, Weston?"

"Probably nobody tonight," Weston replied. "I don't have any condoms, remember? Ran out."

"Weston."

"Just kidding, just kidding... I don't have any idea actually. I don't even know fucking anything 'bout the men and men who've run this shitshow, now that I'm thinking about it..."

"Pschh. Figures," Evanna muttered.

"Hey, it's not my fault that all the shows and stuff 'bout that junk are about as fun as a shitting koala, and even then, the koala would be more fun to look at!" Weston said. "I mean sure, it would... oh, it would be messy... but, hey, beats staring up a bunch of old powder wigged butts or whatever the fuck they - "

"Oh, lookie who we have here!"

Axel gulped. Hard. "Oh, crap in a hat."

Behind the three teens were three teens, though much different than our protagonists. One was huge, a Goliath of a boy with a quiff that would put Brendan Urie to shame. One was a little smaller but still fit, skin as black as his dreads and jacket as white as Nixon. The last, the one in front, was a guy. He was tall, slender, skin pale and his brown hair somehow paler. His lips were almost impossibly thin, like a slit on his face, deep facial creases under his eyes despite not looking much older than the students to his left and right. He grinned, a sort of sinister smile that could only come from a prison warden or schoolyard bully.

It's safe to say he probably wasn't the first.

"I'm surprised, ElRite. I thought you said you weren't coming to CVH this year," the boy asked, his hoarse voice making the words sound extra rough. "You weren't lying, were ya?"

"No, I... I wasn't." Axel cleared his throat, adding, "Things didn't turn out the way I thought and now I get to stay here a for a little longer."

"Oh, fun. We'll have to have to hang out sometime," the guy said, "You know. Catch up."

"Uh, I don't - "

"Weston. Come on, man. I know you're better than this. Why don't you leave these pussies and come back to us, to your real friends? C'mon, dude..." The sunken boy looked over at him, trying to smile reassuringly but only making it look fake. "... don't waste high school with them. Waste it with us."

"You know I can have, like, more than three friends... right, Hazen?" Weston asked.

"Then why'd you stop hanging out with us, West?" One of the kids asked from behind: the dreadlocked one.

"Look, it's... I don't have the time, alright? And, 'sides: even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it," Weston turned back to the leader of the pack, Hazen, saying, "Sorry. I'm busy."

Hazen furrowed his brows, hard. "Busy with what?"

"4:00, wallow in self-pity. 4:30, stare into the abyss. 5:00, solve world hunger... tell no one... 5:30, jazzercise. 6:30, dinner with me (I can't cancel that again)... 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing... I'm booked. Well, if I bumped self-loathing to 9:00, I'd have time to lay in bed - "

"Forget I asked. Jesus Christ, Weston. You and your Jim Carrey references..." Hazen groaned. "See, West, that's why we need you back. All we got are Jobe and his Big Bang Theory jokes and even then those get stale very, very fast..."

The third boy, the huge one, grinned. "Bazoonga."

"Face it, dude. You're miserable without us," Hazen said. "About as miserable as the sad excuses you can hang out with now on a daily basis, anyway - "

"Why don't you just sod off?"

Hazen turned around, slowly, brows high in surprise. He chuckled deep, asking, "... What did you just say?"

"Sod off?" Evanna repeated. "It's like 'fuck off' but, y'know... more British."

"Seelig, if you want to live through your first year of high school I would suggest you - "

"I what? Ask for mercy? Ask for forgiveness? Pray to the gods above that Hazen Rickman, the most overrated git in the Valley, doesn't smite me down to the depths of Hell with his petty insults and laughable quips? Huh? Is that what you'd suggest?"

The two guys behind Hazen look at him mouths open, eyes wider than their gaw. Hazen looked far less impressed.

"Well..." he thought for a second. Then, he said, "... at least my father's not a drunk."

"... Was that supposed to offend me?" Evanna asked, pitch on the verge of laughing. "Heh. Try again, mate."

"... Uh... at least my mom's not dead!"

"Try again."

"My brother's not a retarded fag!"

"Oh, ouch. The edge."

"Well..." Hazen paused, then said with a wide grin, "... at least I'm not so fucked up in the head I need a therapist.

Evanna locked eyes with him. If she was upset, she certainly didn't show it. "Well, that's debatable."

"Look, Rickman." She stared up at him, deep into his eyes. "I get it. Your daily life is miserable and nobody loves you so you take it out on kids smaller and more vulnerable than you. Well, let me tell you something, tosser. I may be smaller than you but if you think I'm more vulnerable than your crumbling facade of manhood than I've got news for ya: you're the one that needs therapy, mate. Now get the fuck outta my sight."

Hazen's lackeys were more shook than a tree in Autumn, Hazen so surprised he looked like he was going to scream. He cleared his throat, stuttering out "But... but..."

"Go away before you embarrass yourself more. C'mon guys, let's get to class."

Evanna bumped Hazen's shoulder on the way out, knocking him to the side while strutting right between his two friends, both of them backing up quickly to avoid the same. Axel followed closely, avoiding eye contact, while Weston simply shrugged with a grin and tailed behind the two as they all disappeared around a corner only seconds later.

The dreadlocked one looked up at Hazen, expression just a little bit more than concerned. He gulped when he saw his tightly clenched red fist, and asked, "Uh... hey Haze? You okay, dude?"

Hazen locked eyes with him, grinning a weak yet knowing smile. He chuckled under his breath, deep and airy. Waving his hand slightly towards himself, he muttered in a deep tone, "Come on, guys. Let's get to class..."

-~-

" - all I'm saying is that I don't get why you care so much about some trivial proje - "

"By writing - and praising - the works of a racist, even in something as 'trivial' as a school project, you're excusing his actions and pretending he did nothing wrong when, in fact, that couldn't be farther from the bloody truth," Evanna explained. "Do you get it now?"

Axel frowned... but nodded. "Yeah. I guess."

"Good. While I know we're going to have to do more research it is for a better cause. Well, better than glorifying some jizzrag with a hard-on for racism, anywa - "

"I heard hard-on and jizz!" Weston popped his head in from the open door, smiling wide. "What're we doing?!"

"Working on Ahlquist's project," Evanna said. "Unlike you."

"But... but I thought we were...?" Weston grumbled, hanging his head low. "... well, my boner's gone."

"Could you maybe help us out?" Axel asked. "Just a bit? We still need to find a fourth article for citing if you want to help us work on- "

"Work? Ugh."

"You're going to have to do something eventually," Evanna said, "You don't want to fail, do you?"

"Well... I can think of worst things."

"Weston."

"I was just jokin'... ha..." Weston stepped into the door frame, chuckling under his breath. "I would love to do that whole "work excited" thing Ax. What's... what's it for?"

"It's pretty simple, actually," Axel replied. "You basically have to "show" your work for how you got the answers you've gotten. You know, like sharing the link to an article you used or some book you don't know, you just put it in the works cited page so the teacher knows you didn't cheat, or whatever. You don't even need to put all the sources you used, you just have to... just..."

"He's gone, isn't he?"

Evanna didn't even need to check. She groaned. "Big surprise, ain't it?"

"Look, we'll... we'll do it ourselves, alright?" she said, looking up at her project partner. "He wants to throw away his chance of passing this class, well... it's his loss. It doesn't have to be ours too, y'know."

"You're right, Evanna. Thanks."

"'Course I am. Now, let's just get this thing done, aye? Before something even more annoying happens..."

-~-

"Toss the rope, Jobe. Now."

The hugely muscular boy looked down at the coiled bundle of rope in his hands, then back up at Hazen. "Why?"

"Do we really have to go over this again? Really?" Hazen sighed heavily, facepalming himself. "... Fine. But try to fucking listen this time, okay?"

"West has... lost his way. So we, being the amazing friends we are, are gonna help him get back on the "right path" so to speak," he explained, "And so that brings us where...? That's right, it - "

"ElRite's house, right?" the dreadlocked guy asked, patting a nearby window frame. Sure enough, the three teens were outside of the ElRite residence, the evening sun making the pale green house look even paler somehow than usual. They were on the side of the house, away from any doors and windows except for one. But it didn't really matter. They were curtains over it, anyway. "Oh... wait. That was a rhetorical question, wasn't it?"

Hazen glared at him, letting out a small sigh. "At least all of you aren't stupid..."

"As I was saying. Revenge is a dish best served cold most of the time but it doesn't have to be cold. It can be... smokey." He drew out a small spherical object from inside his pocket, like a fusion between a grenade and a GameSphere. "The plan is simple. We use the rope to scale the house and, once on the roof, we drop this little friend of ours down the chimney and get the fuck out of here faster than Cameron's erectile dysfunction. Got it?"

The dreadlocked one, Cameron, sneered. "I get it. Your insult was low, but I get it."

"Heh, literally." Hazen turned to his hugely muscular friend, asking, "What about you, Jobe? Ready?"

Jobe looked down at him, with literally no emotion on his face. "Ready for what?"

"Fucking Jesus, you're useless. You know, whatever, whatever. It doesn't matter. Let's quit this bullshit and focus on what really matters. What we're here for." Hazen grinned, his smile ear-to-ear and so filled of malice it looked positively sinister. "Let's get out friend back."

-~-

"- and I'll be back before you know it."

"You don't gotta go, Ax," Weston said, leaning against the bedroom wall with a CapriSun in hand. "I'll go get it pronto, just... uh... Eve, hold my juice."

"I'd rather not."

"I'm only going to be gone for half an hour, tops," Axel said. "I'll just bike my way to Staples, get some laminated paper and be back before you know it."

"Oh, I know it alright." Weston sniffed dramatically, saying, "How can I live, how can I thrive, without my best friend by my side? What can I do, how can I cope, why should I live without Ax's hope?"

Evanna groaned. "We get it, Dr. Seuss. You can sto - "

"Where can I go? Below or above? How can I leave this place without his juicy love?"

"You can leave Axel," Evanna said, jerking her thumb towards Weston. "He's just being stupid."

"Oh. Okay. I'll, uh, be seeing you then."

"Ditto. Bye."

SLAM!

"Where did he go? Over here, over there? I'll need some relief, maybe in Eve's underwea - "

"OKAY WE'RE STOPPING THIS RIGHT NOW."

-~-

"Alright. Toss me the bomb, Cam."

Cameron craned his head back, looking down at the circular bomb in his hand and up at Hazen. "I've got to throw it to you? All the way up there? What if I miss or something?"

Hazen looked down from far, far up above. He was up on the roof, kneeling on a particularly flat section that barely had enough room for both feet. Even from that far up, his expression looked impatient at best. "If you miss, then this whole operation - and the guy next door - goes up in smoke. So, don't miss. Besides, you won't miss. You were in, like, baseball weren't you?"

"You're thinking of Michaels. I was never in baseball," Cameron said, leaning against a wall-side breaker.

"Yeah you were. You were... fuck. What's it called? The catcher? The..."

"Umpire?"

"Yeah, yeah. The umpire. Wasn't that you?"

"No. That wasn't even Michaels, that was Abe."

"... You sure?" Hazen asked. "I could've sworn that, in eight grade, you were catching the balls or something. Weren't you the guy who threw the baseball into Lucas' drink? I could've sworn that - "

"Dude, that was Sikes."

"No shit? Well, y'know, whatever. Black people all look the same anyway."

"Oh my God, oh my God. I hope you're not being serious."

"Heh, I'm never serious. Unless, y'know, I need to. Like right now." Hazen waved up towards himself, saying, "Enough chatter, we've got to do this now. Throw up the 'nade, Cam/Michaels/Sikes/whatever the fuck your name is..."

"I hate you." Cameron reached his arm back, bracing his arm... but didn't released. "Real quick, dude: you've got everything ready? Rope tight and all?"

Hazen tugged on the rope tied - and literally glued - to his ankle, leading all the wall to a gutter a couple of yards away from the teen. "Yep. Ready to fuck 'em up."

"Cool. Alrighty. Then here, we go - !" He winded his arm up, brought it back and then -

"Fuck dude, there's someone coming!" he cried out, dropping the bomb into the grass below.

"Shit! Who is i - "

"Some fuck on a bike! Quick, hide! Hide!" Cameron sprinted away at high speeds, disappearing around the corner. Jobe slowly followed.

"Wait, don't... don't... fuck." Hazen leaned his head forward, his partners in crime no where to be found. "Well. Guess it's on me now..."

-~-

"So, what do you think?"

Evanna leaned over his shoulder, glancing down at the two page report sprawled out on the computer's cluttered word document. It was messy, formless, littered with more typos than commas, yet...

"It's... not bad," Evanna said. "Sure, could use some polish (definitely use some polish) but... good job, Axel."

"You really think so? Oh, thank God." Axel gave a happy sigh of relief, adding, "When you work on a report like this all by yourself for three hours and without a word processor with an automatic saving system it... it's really a relief it turned out okay."

"Wait... wasn't Weston supposed to help you?"

"Eh... supposed to's the key word there..."

"I... I'm going to go talk to him," Evanna said, leaning up straight. "I could force him to write the introduction, or the works cited page, or something. I'll make sure he doesn't get out doing this the 'Weston Way' again."

"Thanks Evanna. That means a lot."

"Mhmm." She turned her back on the brunette, strolling out of the dim office room but not before adding, "Oh, and for the love of the sodding Maker, Axel, save at some point, okay?"

"Don't worry. I just got one paragraph to go and then, boom. Instant A. Or B."

"C, most likely," Evanna said, her voice disappearing as she walked out the door. "I mean, c'mon. I'm just being realistic."

With a creaky Slam! Axel was by himself, nothing in the study except for him and a computer so old Dumbledore would shit himself.

"Alrighty then. Just... one. More. Paragraph..."

-~-

Around 12:00 a.m. is when the ElRite's little corner of Calcheri Valley gets lots of three things. Lots of wind, lots of dark, and lots and lots of cold.

And by lots of cold, I mean lots.

Which is probably why the now-shaking Hazen Rickman kept leaning his head over and around his corner of the roof, trying to find something - anything - to get back down but... alas. There was none.

He thought about using the rope to shimmy down, but no. It was attached to his sneaker rather... well... permanently. Or as permanently as half a tube of gorilla glue can be, anyway.

Why was the rope glued to his shoe in the first place? Well... he kind of forgot.

But it wasn't important. Definitely not anymore.

The stranded teen grumbledsilently, cursing himself, his friends, everything under his breath. "It's not bad enough that the plan's ruined... oh no, the universe just so happened to decide that I was gonna spend the entire night on top of a fuckin' cold as balls roof. Alone. With a rope glued to my shoe... with a rope glued to my fuckin' shoe..."

"Well... got to get down sometime..." he craned his head, measuring the distance he would have to jump to get to the next corner of the roof. Sure, it's still on the roof, but right next to a window. An open window. "'Sides, what's the worst that could happen?"

Looking down at his feet, and the wobbling guttar below, he made his first step, wide and cautious. It creaked, but didn't give. He gave another step, wider and slightly less careful. No give. Giving a sigh of relief, he lifted his foot to take that third step... when it hit.

No, not his foot. A gust of wind.

A really, really big gust of wind.

Hazen could barely hold in a cry as his foot slid across the metal, his weight practically throwing himself. He tumbled over, falling over twenty feet down. He screamed his head off, letting off every swear in his vocabulary... yet his body didn't go straight down. It was, sure, but the rope attached to his foot jerked him forward, causing the brown haired bully to swing headfirst into the side of the house, straight into the exposed, looming circuit breaker.

"AW SHIIIIIII  - !!" Was all that came out of the boy before he flew forward at full speed towards the outstretched electricity box, body tighter than lead as he braced for collision...

-~-

"Aaand, there." Axel smiled, scrolling up his word document. "Now, if I can just print this thing - and save - then I'll be good to - "

He was interrupted by a sudden absolute darkness, his lights flickered out and his computer shut completely down. He knew what happened. He knew, with his body shaking with pain and despair, exactly what fucking just happened.

The power. It went out.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU - !! "

-~-

RRRRRING!  

"So, how'd your essay go?"

Weston gave a weak chuckle. "Just... just great."

"Really? How so?"

"I presented that one story I told you guys 'bout yesterday. Y'know, the one about the cyborg ninja and his ball-chucking boyfriend?"

Axel groaned at that. "Ugh, don't remind me... did Ahlquist like it?"

Weston chuckled again, loud and proud. "I have detention for the next two weeks."

"He hated it that much?" Evanna asked, stepping out of the way of a couple of oncoming students.

"Well... uh, you see..." Weston flashed a wide grin, almost whispering, "I drew pictures."

"Say no more, Weston. Please, say no more..."

Evanna and Weston chuckled, the three disappearing around the corner and out of the overcrowded afternoon school hall. Coming in from the exact same corner were three other teens, but pretty much the opposite of before. Cameron and Jobe walked solemnly, the former pushing a wheelchair sat by Hazen Rickman, covered neck to toe in a full body cast that enveloped the boy like a gum wrapper. And, despite that, he was talking the most.

" - fuckin' ElRite..." he grumbled, jittering slightly from the bumps below. "You'd think slipping off the roof and slamming face first into a breaker was bad enough, but nooo... apparently my body didn't like to be jock full of thousands of volts of electricity. Big surprise, huh?"

"Yup," Jobe said. "Surprise."

"Where were you guys, anyway?" Hazen asked, rough and angry. "You never came back for me. Never. Not fucking once."

"Well, after we were spooked... we realized we were kinda hungry too, and went to the Hairy Italian for a quick munch. Natural instincts, you know," Cameron said.

Jobe grinned. "It was Sausage Saturday."

"But hey, dude," Cameron said, "You handled it all pretty well by yourself, 'sides the 'whole shocking your entire skeleton out of your asshole' business, but still."

"... I guess that's true," Hazen said, "I didn't drop the bomb. I didn't do that. I did drop something else, though... myself.

"I mean, I tried to get down safety, I did," he continued, "But with the rope glued to my shoe, it was pretty much... why the fuck did we do that, anyway?"

"We thought it'd... hey, wait a second." Cameron stopped walking, Jobe and Hazen coming to a stop. "Why didn't you just take off your shoe? Y'know, the one with the glue on it."

Hazen looked forward, an intense realization in his eyes equal parts wonderment and fear. "... Why... didn't I... ?"

" - Take the shoe off?" Cameron finished for him. "I could do it for you, if you want."

Hazen glanced at him side-eyes style, a slow creeping smile building on his cheeks. "Well... Cam. That would've been great and all except for the part where you weren't FUCKING THERE!"

Cameron looked down sheepishly, eyebrows scrunched. "I... I thought'd you want a slice of 'za."

"Oh oh oh you thought'd I'd like a slice of 'za? YOU THOUGHT'D I'D LIKE A SLICE OF 'ZA?! YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD'VE LIKED, CAM? HMM? IS TO HAVE GOTTEN OFF ELREEK'S fUCKING ROOF WITHOUT BEING SHOCKED NINETY-NINE FUCKIN' TIMES LIKE FRANKENSTEIN'S LITTLE FUCKING BITCH! YOU... YOU... THINK, CAM! JUST FUCKING THINK, OKAY?"

"... Does that mean you don't want your slice?"

"DO YOU THINK I WANT THE FUCKING SLICE? DO YA, CAM? DO YA?!"

"... Is that a no?"

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - “See No Evil”

The Joker stole 10 glass vials containing an experimental new substance from The Wayne Industry Laboratories. J was moving the ampules into a new case when one was accidentally dropped and now he can’t see. The doctor said it’s a temporary side effect and it shouldn’t last more than a couple of weeks. You are so taking advantage of the situation even if you’ll pay for it later.

You steal a lot of kisses.

The Joker gets out of the shower with his eyes closed, leaning over to reach the towel.

“Muah,” you peck his lips and back out before he snatches you.

“Stop it, Kitten! It’s really annoying when I can’t see and you just…”

“Muah,” you kiss him again, not intimidated by his complaints.

“Are you serious?! Cut it out!” J steps out dripping wet and you yank the towel from his hand. “Give it back, Y/N! I’m getting mad and I…”

“Muah!” you make him shut up, kissing those soft lips again.

“This is outrageous! I’m the Joker and you just can’t…”

“Muah!”

“Dammit, woman, this is stupid!” he takes a few hesitant steps, careful not to bump into anything. He hears you snickering and he knows you’re close. “Give me back my towel or I’ll shoot you, I swear!” J protests, irked.

“Good luck with that; I stashed everything away, you’ll never find your weapons. Hehehehe!” you giggle when he almost touches you but… you elude him.

“Come here, Kitten. NOW! I mean it! If you don’t…”

“Muah!” you steal another kiss and this time you give up, letting him catch you because you feel sorry for him: for once The King of Gotham is pretty helpless.

You start drying his hair with the towel, while he purrs, irritated at your behavior and enjoying being spoiled in the same time. You’re getting groped and pinched as revenge for the repeated offenses against The Clown Prince of Crime. Can’t whine about it since you are the first to admit you deserve it.

“There, done,” you conclude, guiding him towards the bedroom so he can put some clothes on. “What do you wanna wear today?” you ask, leaving him by the bed so you can grab the clothes from the closet.

“My Armani silver suit,” J replies, messing around with his green hair. “You’d better not trick me, I’ll know!” he threatens and you don’t care.

“Sure, whatever you say,” you snort and hear him huff.

“I would! So that better be what I asked for,” he points his finger towards you but he has the wrong direction…Poor Mister J.

“To your left baby,” you give him a hint and now he points in the right direction. The Joker opens his eyes, trying to focus his gaze on something but there is only darkness so he gives up and closes his eyes again.

“Pumpkin, hurry up,” he growls, impatient. A few days passed and he’s till blind as a bat. Yes, this is a pun but can’t share with him; probably would not appreciate it too much for the moment being.

You actually pick the dark purple Armani suit to give to him because you like it better than the silver one. Same fabric and cut, he won’t know it’s a different color.

“J, can you please open your eyes?” you plead.

“I can’t see so there’s no point,” he grouchily mumbles.

“But I like your blue eyes and I wanna see them. Comeeee onnnn, make me happy.”

The Joker mutters something you can’t understand and does as requested.

“There you are!” you cheerfully smile and go towards the balcony so you can get the blanket from the sofa.

“I’ll have you know, Doll…” J clearly has a speech in mind he wants to clear out. Yet…

“Baby, I’m over here, you’re looking in the wrong direction.”

“Huh?” he puffs, antagonized with the interruption.

“To your right…More…More…There, now you’re facing me.”

You don’t know how come he has no sense of orientation. Can’t he hear your voice?!

“I’ll have you know, Doll…What the hell was I talking about?” he stops and debates.

“I have no idea, but I’m taking you to out spot on the hill so we can enjoy the nice weather.”

“I’m not going, I have stuff to do and…”

“Muah!” you kiss him again to shut him up.

“Dammit, cut it out!” and he doesn’t fight it too much as you haul him away. “I remembered what I wanted to tell you: quit bugging me with dumb things and don’t take advantage of my temporary lack of vision!”

“Of course, baby,” you are fast to agree.

“I’m the Joker and…”

“Muah, yes, I know,” you smirk, tired on how stubborn and feisty he is.

“Stop kissing me every 5 seconds for God’s sake!” your boyfriend snaps, tugging on your arm.

“A-ha,” you reply and sound unconvincing.

********************

You brought food and grape soda to the little picnic and now J’s sitting on the blanket, fidgeting with his jacket. He takes it off and continues to fuss:

“When are we going back? We have to go on that heist tonight.”

“You’re not going anywhere, are you kidding me? You’re blind,” you move around so you can put the food together.

“I don’t care, I have to go. You’re coming so you can be my eyes.”

“I’m over here,” you cup his face and turn it towards you since apparently he’s addressing the tree you’re both under. “We have to postpone, it’s too dangerous. We’ll have to wait until your eyesight is back, alright?”

“This sucks!” he determines with such pathos it makes you shrivel. You know he’s frustrated; definitely not used to being like this. “It’s so dull, why am I even here?” The Joker sulks, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t even see. How’s the view?” he lets himself go on his back, staring at the sky he can’t discern.

“The view is…breathtaking,” you announce, hovering over him, not even paying attention to the landscape. He’s so handsome in that suit and green shirt.

“Well, I can’t tell so it sucks for me,” he grumbles some more, having no idea you gaze at him.

“I very much enjoy the scenery,” you reply, amused J has no clue you’re talking about him.

“Well, good for you, Princess and I must…”

“Muah!” you lean over to kiss him since he’s sooo grumpy. But this time he kisses you back without commenting on it. “Isn’t this romantic baby?” you moan in his ear, glad you get to spend time together.

“I wouldn’t know, Doll, I can’t see crap,” J pouts.

“I’ll let you know I look very pretty today. I have a rose in my hair,” you take his hand and let him feel it, aiming to cheer him up. “Say something romantic J ,” you suddenly urge your boyfriend.

“Like what?”

“Say you love me,” you bite on your lip, waiting.

“Is it obvious I’m rolling my eyes? Can’t really tell since I’m blind.”

You kick his knee with yours.

“Yeah, it’s obvious! Say it!” you repeat, pulling on his sleeve.

“Uhhhh…I love you.”

“Woowwww, can you put more soul into it?! You sound more enthusiastic when you order your coffee,” you affirm with a displeased grimace.

“I really love coffee, that’s why. You…Mehh,” the Joker admits, being a complete jerk since he’s a bad mood.

“Good, because I don’t love you either,” you push his hand away from your rose and start reading on your book. “I should leave you here and call the cops. Or just signal Batsy,” you bite on your cheek, flustered.

“Pffttt!” he scoffs, confident you won’t.

“Wanna eat now?” you bitterly ask, bugged by his attitude.

“No. What are you munching on?” he wants to know since he hears the repeating crunching noises.

“Pretzels, you want one?” you offer him the choice. You return to your reading and after a few seconds you realize you still hold the pretzel right in front of his face.

Duh, he can’t see.

“Here,” you feed him and he eats it, but still objects.

“You don’t have to feed me, I’m perfectly capable to…”

“Here’s another one,” you shove it in his mouth so he’ll zip it.

“I’m the Joker and…”

Even if you’re mad at him, you steal another kiss, hoping he will shut it down.

“Muah,” and before he can retaliate you resume: “Want me to order you business cards that say I’m the Joker?”

“Stop being sassy, woman, and give me another pretzel!” he grumbles in a low voice, scooting over towards you.

*********************

“Hey, baby, if you can find me you get a bonus tonight!” you playfully giggle, trying to light up the atmosphere. J’s been moping around and didn’t move from the couch since you came back from the picnic.

“What’s the bonus?” he grins, instantly interested.

“To your right J. More…more. That’s it, now you’re looking my way.”

Why is he so hopeless when it comes to this?!

“Oh, you will love it! Find me first and you’ll have the time of your life.”

“I’m not in the mood for games Y/N. Just com’ere.”

“Nope, you’ll have to find me mister Jaayyyy,” you whine in a high pitch tone.

“Kaayyyy, you’ll see what happens to you. I’m the Joker and…”

“I already ordered the business cards for you, I am sure you can use them,” you snicker, teasing him. You know he’ll take revenge but at least he’s out of that accursed apathy.

“Did you really?!” and he gets up, taking  a few steps ahead and stumbles on the coffee table before you can warn him. “Goddammit!” J furiously kicks the table.

“Are you OK?”

“No, I think I twisted my ankle,” he reaches down and you rush to help.

“Jesus, baby, I’m so sor…”

“Got’cha!!” he fastly snatches you, trapping you in his arms.

“Hey, no cheating!” you try to unsuccessfully escape.

“Says who?” J purrs, fighting to unbutton your shirt with one hand and still holding you captive with the other.

“J…J…J !” you stop his fingers and want to laugh.

“S-stupid buttons!” he angrily stutters, trying harder, violently pulling on your shirt with all his strength. You try to keep his hand in place.

“J…J…stop! These buttons are just sewed to the fabric for decoration, they won’t unbutton.”

“Shit, not seeing anything sucks!” The King of Gotham has an outburst of frustration and it makes you miserable. You wish you could help him but there is nothing you can do.

You look into his blue eyes that just can’t focus on yours and whisper: “Why can’t you see yet?”

“I don’t know Pumpkin, it irritates me,” and you know The Joker means it.

It’s a blessing he can’t notice how worried you are because it shows all over your face; it would make things worse.

“I’m sure your vision will return shortly…yes?” you encourage him while he continues to struggle with your bra now.

“J…J…J! This bra has a front clasp.”

J stomps his foot, not knowing if it’s funny or the opposite.

“This is stupid!” he grumbles, totally fed up with his current situation. I’m the Joker and…”

“Please hold it together until we get the business cards, ok, baby?” you elbow him, hoping his attitude will change.”  He frowns, then smirks and lifts you up in his arms.

“Actually that’s not a bad idea. Tell me where, Doll.”

“Straight, left… more to your left. Stop! Right…straight…couch! You made it back to your bonus spot! Can you find what you need without seeing?”

You get dropped on the couch while J snarls, licking his lips. “I know exactly where everything is, I don’t need my eyes for that. I made it until now, hm?”

You smile, refusing to answer the question, pulling him on top of you:

“You definitely deserve the bonus, you got mad skills, I’m telling you.”

“Sure do,” he growls, starting to get irked by your comment so he bites your lip as revenge.

“Auch! Heeey, behave!” you sulk, biting him back.

“Told you I know where everything is,” he triumphantly brags as you take off his Batsy t-shirt.

******************

Two more weeks pass and your boyfriend is still blind. You are starting to get really worried, especially since his mood is worsening. You actually feel sorry for both of you. You stay awake most of the nights, going on the balcony to reflect on what should happen next: should you kidnap more doctors and bring them over to one of the hideouts so they can examine J? Should you take over a clinic and transport him to the location for another eye exam?

You really don’t know how to go about it because no matter what you suggest, The Joker replies with: ”No need to; anytime now.” Why?…Who understands his logic? He’s infuriated about it himself but refuses to act.

*Another morning in Paradise

“What do you want to wear today, baby?” you happily ask, scraping the leftovers of your patience in order to maintain a positive atmosphere.

“One of my white shirts and black pants,” The Joker coldly responds.

You decide you’ll give him a purple shirt since he didn’t wear the color in about 2 days and you miss seeing it on him. You take out the hanger.

“I said white, Pumpkin, are you deaf?”

You want to put it back when it hits. You slowly turn around, dropping the shirt.

“You…you can see??!!”

J has that diabolical twinkle in his eyes and sucks on his cheeks, satisfied with himself.

“Yeah, isn’t it obvious?”

Like, you bore him so much with your inquiry.

“Since…since when?!” you keep on repeating words because you are more than baffled.

“Since yesterday morning, jeez, calm down. Why are you so worked up? I started seeing some shapes and it just got better and better.”

You’re speechless.

“And…and you didn’t bother to tell me?!” you whimper, vexed at the revelation.

“It was fun to see you struggle,” and his crazy laugh fills the room.

“Fun?!” you fight to keep the tears in, full of indignation. “Fun?! Do you know I didn’t sleep in 2 weeks, worried sick, trying to find a solution for your problem?!”

“Well, that’s your fault, Princess, not mine.”

You mouth opens and no sounds come out.

“Wha’?” J stretches, indifferent to your rant, starting to walk towards you. “Aren’t you glad I can see? Com’ere!”

“You…you…are the worst boyfriend ever,” you justly conclude, sniffling, sneaking by the wall towards the elevator.

“Thanks, I’m trying.”

“It’s not funny!” you cross your arms on your chest, outraged at the whole situation.

“Good, because I’m serious.”

“You…you’re horrible!”

You really want to be excited and go kiss him or something but your mind says no.

“Pumpkin, where are you going?” The Joker raises his voice.

“I don’t know!” you flare your hands around, upset as you can be, actually telling the truth. You want to be out of there.

“Y/N!!!” J angrily shouts when you press the button for the elevator. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of paying attention to his tantrum. You hear him slam drawers.

“Baby Doll!!!!” he screams even louder and you finally look his way.

J holds one of the vials with the experimental substance he kept hidden after selling the rest.

“Nobody leaves me!!! I tell you when you can leave, got it?!”

You get startled.

“What is that?!”

“You know what it is!!! You’re not leaving me!!!” he pants, enraged you’re not obeying and backs out on the balcony, locking the glass sliding door on his side.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You stump towards the closed door, having a bad feeling.

“You can’t leave!!!” he punches the glass, placing the ampule under his shoe.

“Wha…What are you doing?! Don’t!!! Hey, I’m not leaving, OK?”

“You’re lying, I can always tell when you lie,” The Joker taps on the glass, staring at you.

“I’m not lying, stop it! Open up!” you beg, agitated, trying to kick the door open.

“No,” he replies, surprisingly calm all of the sudden. He steps on the vial, breaking it to pieces and you watch horrified as the thin vapors crawl up his body.

“Close your eyes!!!“ you shout, imploring and he shakes his head in negation.

“This is childish, stop it! Close your eyes!!!”

“NO.”

“Why are you doing this? You won’t see for weeks again!” you start bawling, still pounding on the glass.

“Keeping up with my worst boyfriend ever reputation,” he growls with his eyes opened despite your efforts to change his mind. “You’ll have to be my eyes again, you can’t leave.”

“For God’s sake, I was just going for a drive so I could cool down!!!” you keep on crying and he feels his eyes starting to burn. You feel so sorry for yourself having to deal with him blind again.

“Don’t care, you can’t leave me,” he smiles and slowly blinks. Your image is fading bit by bit and after a few more seconds he’s in complete blackness…again. Courtesy of his awesome boyfriend material expertise.

******************

You got the business cards you ordered for him: one side is green, the other one purple. A laughing mouth on the front, I’m the Joker in bold letters inscribed right under. You have to describe the design to him since he can’t see.

“I can’t believe you actually ordered them,” J tilts his head, apparently displeased, holding a few in his hand.

“You can use them; you always like to say you’re The Joker so they will come in handy.”

“You’re so annoying, Y/N.”

“Muah,” you steal a kiss, stretching your optimism on new levels you didn’t think you can reach.

“Cut it out, Kitten, don’t take advantage of the situation!”

“You did it to yourself, baby, sooo…I don’t know what to tell you,” you begin loading guns because you’re bored to the max since you can’t do anything fun for a while. AGAIN. Courtesy of J’s stubbornness.

“You can’t talk to me like this, I’m the Joker and…”

“Told you those business cards will come in handy!” you are fast to interrupt.

“I swear I’m gonna kill you, Doll!” he points out in the wrong direction, what else. He truly is hopeless.

You sigh:

“To your right…More…More…There, now you are pointing my way.”

“I want a bonus,” he grumbles, still pointing.

“A bonus?! For what?!”

“For being the worst boyfriend ever. I think I’ve earned it.”

Wow, who can understand his logic?!

But you abandon your current project and go sit in his lap on the armchair, glaring in his blue eyes that can’t focus on yours. AGAIN. For a few weeks. Courtesy of J’s great ability to take amazingly selfish decisions. “I should really call the cops or signal Batsy,” you whisper, brushing his green hair with your fingers. “You’re a terrible boyfriend.”

“I am, here’s my business card,” he takes one out of his pocket, placing it in your cleavage after a bit of a struggle.

You silently laugh and kiss his forehead, debating on that bonus. And you decide he should have it.

Courtesy of your awesome girlfriend material skills.

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[yoonj17h]

Thirteen First Kisses [03]

To be continued… * based off the mini-series Seven First Kisses

summary: You helped a strange lady and she insisted on thanking you. She grants you a wish to meet the thirteen boys of SEVENTEEN, all of course, with a strange twist–she’ll have them be your first kiss. Little do you know what she just got you into.

genre: AU –> Student!Seventeen || Teacher!Seventeen || Student!Reader

|| PROLOGUE || S.COUPS || JEONGHAN || JOSHUA || JUN || HOSHI || WONWOO || WOOZI || DK || MINGYU || THE8 || SEUNGKWAN || VERNON || DINO ||

“Let me make you mine.”

His sweet words echoed in your ear as you felt the world distort around you, your body suddenly feeling like it was falling through empty space.

“Urk--” you groaned, flinching horribly, your head aching and your ankle burning. You woke up in pain, your bleary eyes trying to focus on the sky in front of you and the faces of your classmates.

“Holy--(y/n), are you okay?!” you heard your friend say. You slowly made out the features of her worried face as your vision grew more clear and the pounding in your head resided.

“Huh?” you mumbled, clutching your head as you slowly sat up. Your classmates whispered amongst themselves, their faces full of worry and surprise.

“This is all your fault! If only you were watching where you kicked that damn ball!”

“My fault?! I didn’t know she would trip over the ball!”

“Someone get her to the nurse’s office, her ankle is looking real bad--”

“Well, duh, she twisted it after all--”

“What’s going on?” you asked your friend, who was kneeling right next to you. She winced when you asked, throwing an arm under yours to support you as you slowly stood. Your eyes wandered towards the uniforms that all the students were wearing. “Are we in gym class?”

Your friend gave you a funny look, leading you towards the school buildings, away from the tracks.

“Yeah. Did you hurt your head too?” she worriedly asked you. You frowned, shaking your head.

‘I was about to kiss Jeonghan though…’

Clutching your head, you wobbled to the nurse's office with your friend, who bombarded you with questions. How did you manage to get hurt so bad? How did you even trip over the ball?

You only shook your head in response until she ushered you into the office, calling out the school nurse’s name.

“Mr. Hong, we have a hurt student,” your friend called out.

“Ah, bring her in,” a soothing voice replied. You let your eyes wander around the room until it landed on a brown haired man who was stepping out of the curtains that hid the beds.

“Wait a second, isn’t that Joshua?!” you gasped. “He’s a nurse?!”

Your friend beside you gave you a weird look as she led you to a chair in front of his desk, refusing to answer your “strange” question. Joshua looked at you worriedly as you sat down, rubbing your head.

“I think she might have hit her head too hard too--”

“Horrible,” you heard him whisper under his breath as he took a glance at you. You flinched at the coldness of his words. Was he talking about your appearance or your recklessness? You lowered your head in shame. 

“Alright, I got it from here. Head on back to class,” he smiled at your friend, who responded with a bow and rushed out of the room. An awkward silence creeped into the room after the door slammed loudly.

“I can’t believe you got hurt, even after I told you to be more careful,” Joshua reprimanded you, lifting your lowered head with his warm hand. “How many more times do I have to tell you, (y/n)?” he whispered, tracing your jaw with his finger. You winced when his finger met the corner of your mouth, where his frown deepened.

“How did you get this cut? I thought you tripped,” he sighed, sliding his chair back to grab disinfecting alcohol and bandages. You froze in place, your mind still trying to process what was going on.

“(y/n)?” Joshua raised an eyebrow when he realized you were in a daze.

“I--uh..” you quickly stammered, your ears turning pink. “I actually don’t know.”

Joshua chuckled as he looked at you and shook his head. He slid back over to you, the items all in his lap.

“I know you told me it was wrong, but I still can’t help it, y’know,” you heard him whisper as he began dabbing the corner of your lips with a damp cotton ball.

‘Can’t help what?’

You watched him quietly, flinching when you finally felt the sting that came with the rubbing alcohol. Instinctively grabbing his wrist with your hand, you pushed him away. Only when his eyes flickered down to your hand did you realize what you had just done.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to--sorry!”

“No,” he shook his head, smiling, “it’s alright. Did I apply too much pressure?”

You shook your head, releasing his wrist, awkwardly placing your hands in your lap. You waited patiently as he slowly finished and threw away the cotton ball in a black trash bin behind him.

‘Should I ask him about what he meant?’ you pondered, watching as he collected the materials on his lap and set them on the table.

“Umm.. I was just wondering… What did you mean by can’t help yourself?” you slowly approached the subject. He froze in mid-action, turning towards you with a surprised expression.

“You--” he muttered before lifting his hand to cover his mouth. His cheeks grew a deep shade of pink as he stammered to himself pathetically. “I--What do you mean?” he muttered, giving you what he deemed was a glare. “Are you trying to test me, (y/n)?” he finally asked after regaining his composure.

You slowly shook your head, your eyebrows knitted together.

“So, you tossed my confession aside, just like that, and forgot about it?” he breathed, clearly frustrated. He let out a sigh as his eyes drifted down to your ankle, which was now swollen and red. He frowned, giving you a hand as he ushered you up and behind some curtains where there were beds.

There were only two students occupying the six beds. He made you sit on the ones furthest from them.

“Sorry,” you whispered, careful to not wake them up as he sat you down on the bed, “but, I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Joshua let out a huff, his lower lip jutting out in a childish manner. He refused to look you in the eye as he bent down to tend to your swollen ankle. When he finished a minute later, he abruptly stood up, the air around him seemingly more tense--as if he was annoyed, or mad even.

“Er, Joshua--” you hesitantly called out, making him freeze.

“If you call me that, I don’t think I can hold myself back,” he cut you off, refusing to let you continue. He left to put the supplies away, coming back with his hands in the pockets of the white lab coat he was wearing. “I think you’ll be okay now. Rest up, I’ll excuse you from class,” he said with a clipped tone.

When he turned around to leave, you quickly moved to grab the hem of his lab coat, the question that you wanted to ask him so bad leaving your lips in a hushed tone.

“What confession?”

You saw the corner of his mouth flinch ever so slightly as he turned around with an expression that made your heart jump to your throat. You let go of his coat and slowly sat back on the bed.

“Ah, (y/n), you’re so mean,” he sighed, the happiness he carried in his eyes melting in a split-second. His expression grew sad as he stepped towards you, making you scoot back anxiously. When he got in front of the bed, he pinned you down, making the bed creak with the extra weight.

“You’re really, really, mean.” he muttered, moving his hand to outline the shape of your face. You shivered, your eyes wide. “But if you really don’t remember, I can always tell you again.”

He leaned in, and for a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you. Instead, he tucked his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply.

“I like you, (y/n). I like you so much, it hurts me to see you get along with your classmates so well,” he breathed, making you flinch when his hot breath hit your neck. “I get so jealous, I lose my mind. At least think of being with me, won’t you?”

You tensed as he wrapped his arm around you, hugging you tightly. The two other students stirred in their sleep, making you flinch. What if they wake up and catch you?

“Joshua, I don’t--” you muttered, squirming. “I don’t think this is the right time and place for this.”

You could feel him tense in confusion. He lifted his head and looked at you for an answer, but only saw you staring at the two other students. “Are you scared they’ll find out?” he asked after realizing why you sounded so worried, letting out a chuckle. You hesitantly nodded, making him laugh once more.

“I want them to know though. I want them to know that I like you,” he muttered. He locked eyes with yours. “So, tell me your answer, (y/n).”

 You stammered pathetically, not knowing what to say. His face that was mere inches from yours threw you into a bout of embarrassment and shyness. Was this really a good idea? You then remembered about Jenny, the lady who promised you your wish. If she was really going to grant you your wish, you might as well make use of it... Right?

“Yes,” you blurted out, refusing to debate on it much longer. Joshua looked at you, the surprise on his face evident. He hadn’t expected you to reply so confidently. The smile on his face grew by each passing second.

“Thank you,” he softly said, beaming. He leaned in towards you, his eyes fluttering close. When his lips touched yours, you were thrown into vertigo and your world turned black; the room melted away and suddenly, you were in a classroom with a strangely familiar boy, who was pushing you against the wall.

To be continued…