#johnny is very tired yet very protective over all his siblings

[hoperays-song]

Johnny and His Sibling Dynamics in Sing

Moon Theatre Trio: Older chaos sibling, rule-following youngest, and exhausted middle kid.

Nooshy and Johnny: Siblings who bully each other to show affection.

Ash and Johnny: Older Sibling who loves to annoy the younger.

Meena and Johnny: Absolute angel of a baby sister and protective big brother.

All Four: Pure chaos. Just pure chaos.

[yankstrash]

Can you do a rutger where your like a fantilli sister and you guys get caught like making out and it’s just chaos

request for anon :) i hope you like it !!!!

Sneaking around behind your brothers backs with one of their teammates was NOT something you were planning on doing when you got to UMich. Yet here you were, at 11 pm, straddling Rutger McGroarty in his dorm room.

You and Rutger met at a hockey party after a game one night, and the rest is history. You both immediately took interest to each other, and after weeks of sneaking around, you made it official.

Unfortunately, making it official didn't stop the sneaking around. Being the youngest sibling, your brothers have always been very protective over you, and have always made it a point to tell their teammates that their little sister was OFF limits.

Rutger was very close with both Adam and Luca, so he felt very guilty about hiding his relationship with their little sister, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn't help how he felt about you, but he also didn't want to lose his friendship with your brothers.

In the end, sneaking around was your best option.

You and Rutger had been hanging out in his dorm for most of the night seeing as Johnny was out and wouldn't be back till late. You started out watching a movie, but per usual, got distracted.

The two of you were in a heated make out, you straddling his waist as his hands roamed up your shirt, signaling that he wanted it off. Just as you were about to reach down and pull it off, you heard the dorm room door opening.

You both immediately pulled away to be met with the eyes of Johnny.

Ok, it's just Johnny. He won't snitch.

Unfortunately, trailing not far behind him were both of your brothers.

All five pairs of eyes now in the room immediately went wide as they realized what was happening.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Luca yelled the second he got a glimpse of you on top of Rutger.

You immediately climbed off of his lap and hopped off the bed. Not that that would do you any good now.

"What the actual fuck?" Luca said again.

You weren't sure what to say. You had planned out what to say if Luca and Adam ever did find out about you and Rutger, but now that it's actually happening all thoughts have left your brain.

"Someone better start talking, and NOW." Luca said, his voice getting louder each time he spoke.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. You were not expecting this moment at all, and you were at a loss for words.

"You're so fucking dead." Luca said as he took a step towards Rutger, but your instincts kicked in just in time as you stepped in front of him.

"Luca, stop!" You said as you held your hand against your brothers chest.

"Fuck off Y/n! I just walked in to see my baby sister and my BEST FRIEND making out?" Luca says, still trying to move past you but you won't budge.

"I'm just going to wait out here and let you guys deal with this..." Johnny said as he walked out of the room and closed the door.

"One of you better start talking RIGHT NOW!" Adam said from behind Luca, his arms crossed over his chest.

You sighed as you looked back at Rutger. Well, there was no point in lying now.

"Rut and I are dating." You said as you looked down.

"You're WHAT?" Both of your brothers yelled in unison.

"Oh get OVER IT! So what if he's your teammate, I like him, a LOT. I'm allowed to be with who I want to be with and you guys have NO say in that. I'm sick and tired of the two of you hovering over me and who I talk to all the time. It is SUFFOCATING! If i wanted you two to act like my parents 24/7 I would've kept living at home with mom and dad." You yelled at your brothers.

It actually felt quite good to let out. In a way, you felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

"He's not just our teammate, he's one of our best friends. I can't believe you two would sneak around behind our backs!" Luca said.

"What were we supposed to do?! Tell you?! You still would've flipped out and tried to break us up! Sneaking around was literally our only option. You made it our only option." You spat back.

"I hated hiding it from you guys, but Y/n is right, you guys didn't really leave us a choice." Rutger said from behind you.

As soon as he spoke up, Luca's eyes darted right to him.

Finally moving you out of the way, Luca walked right up to Rutger and placed a finger on his chest.

"You are fucking dead to me." He said, then turned around and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut in the process.

[mariesocuniverse]

Relationships: NCT 127

Maeil (aka Daily)

there are two meanings to their ship name

first is, of course, their names mashed together but the second meanings is much cuter and the one fans use to explain their dynamic

When Mae found out their ship name was Maeil her first reaction was “Oh? Is it because I make sure to let Taeil hyung I love him daily?” while cuddling Taeil on a couch

he’s the same age as Mae’s older brother so she treats him as such

her brother is literally like “Are you replacing me with Taeil? I’m your reall brother!” and she’s just there sweating

part of Taeil’s hype squad and will fight donghyuck for the position of president

like the two were on vlive and spent a good fifteen minutes arguing about their positions in the club Mae won but donghyuck refuses to acknowledge it

he could be doing something simple and you can see Mae in the background with a big smile cheering

he’s also like her personal teddy bear whenever she wants cuddles and/or wants to rest

there are just multiple gifs floating around nct twt of Mae tackling Taeil for a hug or her just clinging to him on a couch because she’s either tired and wants to rest or just wants cuddles

absolutely adores his voice

there are multiple compilations on youtube about all the times Mae compliments Taeil on his voice and him just blushing the whole time

Maenny

was lowkey intimidated bc the man is a fucking tree and basically towers over her

but then he saw him play around with some other trainees and that thought disappeared real quick

he’s more like the protective older brother than like a parent like Doyoung or Taeyong

can and has used his height to his advantage when it comes to scaring people who hurt Mae or do something to make her sad

he was one of the first people who found out about her old company and he looked like he was about to storm their building probably would’ve if it weren’t for Mae

one of the first people she became friends with because he always answered questions she had when she was a trainees

before debut there were times people could see Johnny walk somewhere and Mae is just trailing after him like a lost puppy more like running because the man’s legs are long and he walks faster

there was this one time someone asked where Mae was and Johnny just shuffled to the side to reveal her behind him

his large frame was just big enough to hide her from everyone’s vision unless you walk past the two

you know that one vid of predebut nct performing Under The Sea with Johnny wearing the fish head? Mae was supposed to join him dressed as Ariel but the idea was cut last minute

there was this one time Mae couldn’t see something bc she was too short so Johnny lifted her up and put her on his shoulders

okay enough about Mae’s height

during shows he’s always encouraging Mae to talk more when she seems unsure whether to give her input or not

johnny, after an interviewer asks a question: “what do you think Mae?”

absolutely melts whenever she does aegyo because no matter how old she is he’ll always see her as the cute kid who followed him everywhere

MaeTae

honestly it’s hard to pinpoint where Taeyong’s protective parental energy started getting directed to Mae

like it might’ve been somewhere predebut but she doesnt know when

she’s like 50% sure she just blanked out and suddenly Taeyong appeared in her life scolding her for not taking care of herself

it’s not like she’s complaining abt it she’s really grateful to have someone like him in her life

when her family got worried abt her joining a group filled with guys he personally went to her house and calmly explained how Mae will be taken care of and how the group will make sure that she’ll be safe

first person to know if there’s something between SM and Mae that the other members don’t know about

he was also the first member to know about what happened with Mae and her old company

she knows she can trust him with anything

he found her alone crying in one of the practice rooms and she just poured her heart out to him

Whenever they go places as a large group he looks for Mae first before counting the other members

she got lost once and now he doesnt want her out of his sight for more than five minutes

she got him a “world’s greatest dad” trophy as a joke that he has on a shelf in his room

YuMae

you know how yuta acts with mark and winwin? yeah he does the same for Mae

if he isnt giving a hug to mark he’s all the way across the room with Mae giving her a back hug

Mae: does nothing

Yuta: aigoo look how cute she is :)

she doesnt ignore him tho she just returns the affection

likes to jump on his back for a piggy back ride or just run and jump to give him a hug

there was this one clip that went viral of Yuta talking to someone and he just pauses for a moment before turning around to catch Mae, who seemingly came out of nowhere, into a hug and turned back to his conversation

neither yuta nor the other person seemed fazed so this seemed like a regular occurrence to them

he teaches her japanese!

its beneficial to both of them because Mae can learn and Yuta won’t forget any Japanese while living in Korea :D

really really really loves his smile

like real whipped (A/N i wrote this while watching the under the sea performance and now im going through it)

like she sees him smile and that makes her smile and that makes fans smile

Can and has glared at “fans” and other people who make her uncomfortable whether it be at the airport or during their schedules

There was this one time Mae was walking ahead of him when there were fansites following them and he just pulled her back into his arms because he noticed an anti of hers was nearby

It’s like a lion trying to protect a kitten

2Young

again did not know how Doyoung because like a parent to Mae but she just ended up rolling with it

She just has this aura to her that makes you want to care of her and give her love

whenever they go eat together with the group he always put food on her plate, regardless of whether the managers glare at him or not he glares back anyway so they back off

“doyoung she’s been put on a diet-” “she’s going to eat whether you like it or not”

one time Mae got sick with a fever and he just burst into her room with medicine and soup

if taeyong has the “world’s greatest dad” trophy doyoung has the “world’s greatest mom” trophy that he says he’ll throw it away but has it perched on his desk

Mae’s also one of the members who like to clown him

she’s the one of the reasons he already has gray hairs

Mae has a folder of embarrassing photos of Doyoung’s childhood that his brother sent to her and refuses to delete it

she cant do anything about them tho bc Doyoung got his own folder of babie Mae pics courtesy of Mae’s older brother

Haechan has tried and failed to gain access to either of those folders

MaeHyun

major sibling energy

but not like the bickering kind of energy but more like very soft and uwu

there are a lot of people asking them “are you sure you’re not related?” during interviews and fansigns

Fans are just waiting for the two to do a duet bc come on SM you have a real life Disney prince and princess here

Let Mae be the Jasmine to Jaehyun’s Aladdin and perform A Whole New World together

She likes to poke his dimple

There’s this one vid where Jaehyun and Mae are sitting together and she just pokes his dimple and Jaehyun’s smile gets bigger

joked about if he could let her meet yugyeom and bambam bc of 97line and he just went no <3

when jaehyun was inkigayo’s mc nobody could approach her with the infamous inkigayo sandwich bc she was always with him not like anyone could try considering mae has several bodyguards wherever she goes

you know how jaehyun won the alpaca plushie in nct life? he gave it to mae bc he know how much she loved plushies

Honestly the majority of the plushies in her room were given to her by jaehyun

She has a bear named after him uwu

MaeWoo

Loves the energy he gives and thinks he’s so funny

He never fails to make her laugh whenever she needs cheering up

they used to be shy around each other when he first joined the group but they caught each other having a midnight snack so they just talked at 3am eating ramen until doyoung found them and told them to go to bed

now it’s just tradition for them to go to a convenience store together and eat ramen or whatever snacks they decide to get

nobody is allowed to join them its only a MaeWoo thing  

Mae has natural aegyo but Jungwoo has taught her to use it to her advantage which she does but not often

Another one of Mae’s cuddle buddies

She just thinks he looks so soft so she just clings to him whenever he’s nearby

Major uwu energy over here when it comes to the two of them together

idk why but i dont see him as the type to be protective when it comes to her dating

he’s more like

“you dont have a boyfriend yet? damn people dont know what they’re missing”

or on the other side of the spectrum

“good luck to your future boyfriend he’ll need it if he’s gonna date you”

2Ma/MaeKyung

Older brother that doesn’t feel like an older brother

Majority of the time he kinda just feels like they’re the same age or younger so newer fans get shocked when they find out she’s younger

Like there was this one time Johnny the two were playing Smash Bros and Mark was whining because he lost and Mae was jumping in the background cheering it was his fourth loss in a row but he won’t say it

they were kinda awkward around each other at first so johnny literally had to stick them in a room together and didn’t let them leave until they talked to each other

it worked and they just vibed and rambled about different topics like trainee life and what mark’s life in Vancouver was like

speaking of Vancouver

one time during their stay in Vancouver they wanted to have a friend date but he lost her at a mall and took twenty minutes trying to find her until she used the announcement service to call him

he wouldve ask his Vancouver friends to go with them but some of them had a crush on mae so no <3

When she first starting writing songs and her own lyrics she went to Mark first and asked if the lyrics she wrote were good

They were amazing and Mark made sure to tell her that :D

mae’s reaction to his dream graduation was one of the saddest things czennies have seen so when she found out he was coming back she would not let go of him

Literally could not stop smiling whenever mark was with the rest of dream filming for Resonance

It’s just very wholesome and czennies are willing to riot if SM decides to separate them

Maechan

You know how I said Maehyun was the soft and uwu type of siblings? Well Maechan are the bickering type of siblings

You know the ones who like to bicker over minor things but still would protect each other for life

they have so much dirt on each other on trainee days lmao

Haechan to Mae: lmao what a loser

Haechan when someone insults Mae: listen here you little shit

The only person allowed to clown her is him and the rest of NCT

he heard a trainee talk shit about her once and they still can’t look haechan in the eye

he’s only a few months older than her but he uses the “i’m older!” card whenever he can

“i’m older therefore i get to go first” “excuse me sir but you’re only three months older than me” “but im still older”

they fight for the title of the favorite 127 maknae but they both know that can do what they want

Mae is more lenient towards the hyungs during yaja time than haechan is tho so she just vibes whenever they go to scold him when the games over

they do team up a lot so they’re a menace when they do something together

especially in games

their competitive nature plus their brain power together? its over it even started

50% of the time they have to be separated from each other when it comes to choosing teams

the other 50% is someone choosing both of them because they want that easy win

Those two are willing to risk it all even for a bag of chips

[ftkd-arts]

HC: Apple Bloom

I've come across new, different ideas for AB, so I'm updating my Harmonyverse HC for her, with a new full-body adult design! Onto the headcanons~

Her parents, Pear "Buttercup" Butter and Delicious "Bright Mac" Cameo, died very close to their youngest daughter's birth. Buttercup was left terribly exhausted afterwards, with so little strength she couldn't even hold her newborn in her arms. Doctors feared she wouldn't make it. With what Buttercup accepted as her final breath, she gave their foal a name. Daisy Blossom. (Granny Smith would later give the filly a name fit for the tiny, sleek filly; Apple Bloom.)

Yet, Buttercup lived through it. She was still weak and tired, but she was alive. On the first day she was allowed to walk around Ponyville, her and Bright Mac took out their oldest, Johnny, to the market with baby Apple Bloom. A few minutes into grocery shopping, Buttercup fainted. Bright Mac raced to help her. Only Johnny saw the supply carriage bumbling towards them, and in that one second he could yell, the young colt froze in terror.

Following the funeral, Applejack vowed to always, always protect Apple Bloom and her family, and Johnny inherited Bright Mac's name and his work. All siblings were contracted to their only remaining grandparent, Granny Smith, after some fight from Bright Mac's best friend Burnt Oak, who was the godfather of the children.

Big Mac and Applejack developed quickly. They couldn't make mistakes in raising Apple Bloom, their last connection to their lost parents. Applejack became a constant helicopter to her, making sure Apple Bloom was comfortable, happy, and healthy. Big Mac was more loose than Jack, but he did take care of the baby a lot, as stubborn AJ took up a wealthy amount of the farmwork.

The more Apple Bloom grew, the more she dreamed of freedom and uninterrupted alone-time. She fixated over proving herself mature, so Applejack would loosen the leash a little, if not all the way. One day, a thought crossed her mind; cutie marks. They were handled as the last step into puberty! She needed to earn her cutie mark to be a big mare!

Soon, she found the only other blank-flanks, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, and together they formed the Cutie Mark Crusaders. As roughly the oldest CMC (During the course of the show, Apple Bloom and her fellow classmates are preteen foals, while the Mane Six are in their 20s), Apple Bloom appointed herself the unofficial leader.

Apple Bloom was too young to remember her mother and father's faces from her own memories, so she always relied on pictures and stories from her family. The Apple children weren't aware that their mother wasn't an Apple, so they believed themselves pure-blooded. Applejack and Big Mac never questioned it... But it had confused Apple Bloom since she could think.

Apples were portrayed as strong, tall creatures. A mass of fluff, freckles, and muscles. True forces to be reckoned with. So why wasn't Apple Bloom?

Even before getting her cutie mark, AB was skinny, sleek, small and shimmery. She was curious and self-conscious. It was typical for the average Apple foal to have a growth spurt early into their tweens, and to come out as a new, fluffy and buffy pony. But she just wasn't.

That fact scared her. She hated the idea that she wasn't actually an Apple. That she was just some kid Granny Smith took pity on and fostered. How could she know for sure that Buttercup was her mother, or Bright Mac her father? Why didn't her real parents want her? Was she bad, somehow? Why wasn't she enough for anyone as-is? Not for Applejack, who wanted her to be a perfect, safe carbon copy? Not for her friends, who wanted her to be a commanding leader? Not for Anypony... No creature loved her truly, did they?

She had convinced herself that she was adopted when she met a mister Grand Pear. Finally, she got an answer to why her body was different. She simply had the athletic, slim figure of her mother, and that was okay. Apple Bloom was a little disappointed she wasn't a full Apple, but she was half-Apple, and that made her happy.

Luckily, tho, she did eventually have her growth spurt, late into her teens. Unfortunately to Bloom, this also attracted the attention of... suitors. Ew

Apple Bloom had always wanted to be so many things. Zecora's official full-time apprentice, the real leader of the Crusaders, the strongest Apple... And within a few years, she would achieve those dreams. She would build up her own future, packed with multiple professions (blacksmith, carpenter, engineer, farmer, potion brewer, dancer, fixer, head of a Youth Camp)... And those responsibilities would turn into an excuse as to why she didn't pursue a meaningful relationship.

Love was too messy for her. The idea of falling for somebody and them wasting her time wasn't a thought she favored. Romance was a fickle force, closer to Chaos than the friendship lessons she had been taught and had since mastered. She believed she had everything she wanted. That may have been true, if she wasn't terrified of falling in love.

She was scared. Terrified that if she found someone she really connected with, someone she built her life with and loved more than the stars, that that creature would be taken from her. No matter if the love was true, no matter if they were good and honest, even if they had a beautiful life together, that partner could be snuffed out. And it would hurt. So, so much. Enough that Apple Bloom would be left bitter, paranoid, depressed and alone.

It happened to Buttercup and Bright Mac. It could happen to anyone.

So Apple Bloom didn't have much of a love life. Sure, she had flings, but those were short and wild, with ponies she didn't actually love and that felt the same way about her. Her whirlwind fling with one Featherweight was never supposed to end in pregnancy. It was supposed to be uncomplicated summer fun. But life wasn't like that sometimes. Most of the time, it seemed. Now, because of her recklessness, a child was on the way, and she had no idea how to care for a foal, or a husband.

Featherweight was happy he was going to be a father, but at the same time, he never expected or wanted a baby with Apple Bloom. He only felt genuine friendship for the mare, and she felt the same. They had many long talks over what to do. Apple Bloom promptly crossed off the notion of an abortion before anybody had even mentioned it. Finally, they agreed to have and raise the baby together, as friends.

A week into the pregnancy, Apple Bloom revamped the Cutie Mark Clubhouse into a humble cabin. Featherweight moved in to care for her.

Nine months and a lot of chocolate-laced apple deserts later, Apple Bloom would deliver her first and only baby girl. As soon as she held the tiny filly in her arms, she felt something so fierce in her heart. She never wanted anything bad to happen to this little ball of fluff. She wanted her baby to have a full life, brimming with creatures that loved her. She had never felt something so powerful before the birth of her daughter... Buttercup would be her name, Apple Bloom decided. Maria Meadow Buttercup, after Granny Maria Smith and Pear Butter.

Apple Bloom loved Buttercup so much, she recognized the feelings she had been neglecting. She wanted to feel what love was like when it was romantic. Of course, her daughter was more important than dating for a long while, but after Featherweight moved out and could have Buttercup over at his apartment, Apple Bloom decided to try it.

AB didn't have much luck. Most of her (in hindsight, ill-picked) dates weren't very open-minded when she mentioned her newborn. It took only a few months for her to get frustrated with it. She slowly resented her even trying to find someone. She hated the rejection. She wanted real, true love, from a kind being that sparked something within her. Was that too much to ask?

Then one random day, she stumbled into an old friend. Diamond Dazzle Tiara, her old bully turned friend, who had changed into quite the business mare. She was working a manager position in Barnyard Bargains, her father's international retail industry. Humbly (or stubbornly, as Spoiled Rich would put it), Diamond refused to quit her job as the Ponyville Mayor's assistant. Apple Bloom remembered how convincing and snobby Mrs. Rich could be, and was secretly impressed Diamond had managed to subdue her.

Still, Diamond Tiara was obviously struggling. She needed a break. After Apple Bloom got a friend to fill in for Dia's shift, Diamond couldn't say no to a catch-up-coffee-date! (Which served as a subtle tell for Bloom; Diamond was single!)

Diamond Tiara had so much to spill. Apple Bloom was surprised to see the mare in such a frantic state. Where was the poised, graceful, cunning and confident young mare that Apple Bloom had said goodbye to when she went away for University in Prance? Diamond Tiara had changed, and with good reason.

The mare had been the bride of her university sweetheart, Snails (who would have guessed? Literally no one). They had been happy... until they weren't. And then Diamond had the dumbest idea she might have ever had. Saving their relationship with a baby didn't work. Now she was a divorced single mother with joint custody of their baby, Drama Queen, and, worse, she had had another daughter with wild ex-boyfriend Rumble, siring baby Loudmouth. (Diamond doesn't regret having her daughters, of course. She just wished it was under different circumstances.)

But, but, but, she was happy once she and life-long bestie Silver Spoon agreed to open a restaurant together. It was so fun being the boss! Being awesome bosses with her bestie! Being an awesome, good mother to her young children! It was amazing. She had been picking her life back together, and she had been happy.

Then her mother had to ruin everything even more. Diamond was somewhat afraid of Spoiled Rich. After the birth of Loudmouth, Dia had cut off communication with her mom. But she couldn't muster up the courage to say a much wanted 'no' when Spoiled Rich dropped by and pressured Diamond to go back to Barnyard Bargains. This wasn't what Dia wanted, she knew, but she couldn't find a way out. She needed out, she wasn't happy here, not as her mother's obedient pawn or as a respected employee of her dad's company.

Apple Bloom wasn't going to let her friend accidentally wreck her life. Apple Bloom and Diamond Tiara constructed a plan to help Diamond stand up to Spoiled Rich, and with support from friends and family, Diamond left Barnyard Bargains and helped Silver Spoon open more establishments, all while happily maintaining her assistant job and becoming a fitness coach.

Diamond Tiara soon moved in with Apple Bloom, originally as close friends... Until something more bloomed.

Other notes~

- Apple Bloom is now a flirty and fun, yet collected and stern mare. She's a good mother, probably the best out of the CMC. She graduated from needing some twisted version of freedom to actually having it, in the form of healthy independence together. Loves chocolate treats, charity work, detective novels, folk and hip hop music, mythology, trashy romantic comedies and cheap horror films, and horoscopes.

- Only rare ponies know Apple Bloom's full name, and that goes for a lot of Apples. They're a Clan of nicknames, basically.

- Apple Bloom isn't heavyset because of muscles, she is simply a plus-sized woman.

- Apple Bloom didn't attend University. She opted to have less on her plate during her pregnancy and the first few years of Buttercup's childhood. Now that Buttercup is a preteen and isn't as much as a hoof-ful as a baby pony, Apple Bloom takes online courses. She is aiming for a degree in carpentry, with minors in mechanical engineering and art.

- As a younger filly, Bloom preferred the calmer, quieter energy of her brother. Into childhood, strong, fearless and independent Applejack shifted into her idol instead. Still, Apple Bloom doesn't like to share either of her siblings, and was very hostile towards their respective partners at first, as well as new friends, old sweethearts, and the occasional friendly stranger. She is also very protective of Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, who she considers her first real friends. You bet she threatened the hell outta Tender Taps and Gilded Lily.

And she was even more pissed when Granny Smith got a girlfriend!

- Apple Bloom opened a Youth Camp for foals to try out different activities. These foals didn't have to be blank-flanks; it was opened to any kid.

- Her mentor Zecora broadened Apple Bloom's worldview farther than Applejack ever had. Zecora taught her about so many different plants, creatures, cultures, and most notably, religions. Zecora mentioned the belief of Magic (the Ponyverse term for real-world Wicca) to a teenage Apple Bloom, and from there on, Apple Bloom researched the hell outta it.

Magic was mostly a religion practised by non-unicorn ponies and species that were believed, by dismissive unicorns that spread it as the truth, not to be magically inclined. Apple Bloom was raised as a believer of Providence (a form of Ponyverse Christianity), and for a few years considered herself both a Witch and a Provider. She now defines as only a Witch. Wears a Wiccan necklace that promises protection.

- Tattoos do exist in MLP, and Granny was not happy when college-aged AB got roses on her arm. Granny wasn't that supportive of her second tattoo, either; Diamond Tiara's initials (but certainly not as mad as the roses).

- Humanverse Apple Bloom's name is Daisy "Blossom" Alma, and she is an Asian Australian American woman that rocks V-neck flannel crop tops and mom jeans.

- Part of the reasons why Bloom didn't want a shot-gun marriage was for Featherweight's best friend's sake, Pipsqueak. Pip turned jittery and awkward whenever Apple Bloom was around or the pregnancy (and the following newborn baby) was mentioned. Apple Bloom quickly realized Pipsqueak was deeply in love with an oblivious Featherweight, who was even more oblivious to the fact that he felt the same way. Shortly after their daughter was born, Apple Bloom match-made her baby daddy with his bestie, and those two are still together to this day.

- Apple Bloom is still friends with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, despite Sweetie's house being in Canterlot while she frequently tours Equestria as a pop singer, supermodel and exotic dancer and Scootaloo traveling the world as a Scout to reform creatures that need to be taught friendship. Sweetie Belle's job is very time-consuming while Scootaloo's is both time-consuming and dangerous as hell.

Apple Bloom worries about them a lot, Sweetie because she's a recovering drug addict in an industry known for hardcore corruption and Scootaloo because of her reckless nature. Apple Bloom regularly checks in with her old dance partner/Sweetie Belle's also-celebrity husband Tender Taps, the power couple's quietly confident daughter Bella Danzatrice, Scootaloo's surprisingly stable and non-wild genius wife Gilded Lily (who's AB's step-niece), and their shy, smart son Orion.

- Dia and Snails' daughter Drama Queen formed a Sister Squad with half-sisters Loudmouth and Champion (Snails and Twist's filly), and soon brought in Buttercup. Since then, little Buttercup is a bit more spoken than she used to be, but is still lacking in confidence. She's a soft-spoken, gentle, sensitive filly that's at the top of her class. She is most comfortable when with close friends or close family. Like her mother, Buttercup juggles many hobbies, but mostly enjoys crafts and perfume-making. Buttercup requires a lot of encouragement because of her poor self-image. Apple Bloom is always, always patient with her.

And that's the new rewrite! I felt like I left too much out last time, and I sketched an adult AB and made it the base of her new HC: Character. I'll probably be making new ones for Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, too, since I've discovered new headcanons from other people that I like more than mine. Peace ✌️

[ahgasescenarios]

Shut Up and Kiss Me- A Yuta Best Friend! Au

Word count: 3k

Genre: Fluff

Plot summary: You've been best friends with Yuta for years, so much that you can't remember a time when he wasn't a part of your life. When you're dragged to a party by his friends, you're far from being eager to go. Will the night be a total nightmare like you expected or will it turn into a dream come true?

A/N: I'm back with another story :) I know it's not my best and I wrote this kind of in a hurry, so don't judge me too harshly. I literally made myself cringe so much throughout this story, I sincerely apologize for the cringe to come. I hope you enjoy reading nonetheless and don't be shy to let me know in my inbox if there's anything I can do to improve my writing!! Also, requests are still open so don't be shy| Hope to come back with a new story soon

  We all have that one person who's been with us through thick and thin. Whether it be a childhood friend, a sibling or a significant other, we feel the same gratitude. For you, it was a childhood friend: Yuta to be exact. You two had known each other ever since you were in diapers, so to say you were comfortable with each other would have clearly been an understatement. It was the typical, cliché scenario; your mothers were close friends and had given birth at the same hospital, at the same time (well, almost).

From then on began to form a beautiful bond between the two of you. You had been through everything together from baby photoshoots (because yes, your moms were actually that cheesy) to your first heartbreaks. You had been friends with him for so long that you felt like you would be lost without him. He had helped you become the person you were today and you couldn't imagine your future without him being in the picture.

  School had always been a major stressor for you. You were an overachiever and you always aimed for the perfect grades, which resulted in you exhausting yourself constantly. You also never learned, judging by the fact that you repeated the vicious cycle on countless occasions (every time there was an exam coming up). Now that you had started college, you hadn't one bit. The only difference was the superior workload college demanded of you and the deadlines.

You were currently working on about 3 essays simultaneously, drowning in useless information found in books or on the Internet. Your head was swarming with Aristotle's "Theory of the Soul" and you were beyond tired of trying to grasp anything good ole Shakespeare was trying to express in his famous work, "Othello". When your phone rang, you were thankful for the much-needed break.

"Hey, you down for a pizza break?" Yuta's voice asked from the other end.

"Sure, I'll be ready in 15."

"Okay, it's on you though."

After which he hung up. It was a classic from Yuta: suggesting to go somewhere only to have you treat him. You weren't complaining though, you needed a break just as much as he needed his share of pizza.

He was outside your door fifteen minutes later as promised. He was wearing ripped jeans with a white shirt, denim jacket hanging loosely on his broad shoulders. He had always looked particularly good in streetwear which started to make you feel bad about your own choice of attire (which for the record was very comfortable).

You hadn't noticed exactly when Yuta had gone through puberty, but you knew how handsome he had become if the number of girls dying to sleep with him was any indicator. Yuta had always been attractive, but you weren't the type of friends to comment on that kind of stuff. Your friendship was fundamentally based on jokes and making fun of each other, justifying why compliments had never really come up.

"You coming?" He flicked your forehead impatiently.

Rolling your eyes at him, you grabbed your purse and left.

You were at the pizza parlor a few minutes later, thanks to Yuta's car. You sat down at your usual booth and the waiter didn't waste any time in making his way over.

"Good afternoon, may I take your order?" His attention shifted over to you imperceptibly.

"I'll have a large pizza and a coke", Yuta ordered.

"And for the beautiful lady?"

You blushed at his comment.

"I'll just be getting the strawberry milkshake please."

"Coming right up."

With one last wink, he was gone. You turned back to Yuta who was already grinning.

"Someone thinks you're cute." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You shrugged it off, changing the subject.

"So how's Winwin doing?"

Winwin was the boy's male best friend. They were also roommates which meant you saw him quite often.

"He's good but really busy learning Korean and studying non-stop. He works really hard, I admire him for it."

You agreed, sharing the same sense of admiration for the Chinese exchange student. Before you could carry on with the conversation, the waiter arrived with your order.

"Here you go. Enjoy your meal." He winked (again) before heading back.

When you noticed the extra cherry on top of your milkshake, a pink hue overcame your cheeks -but you were far too proud to let Yuta see you blushing because of such an insignificant gesture.

"You want a slice?" He asked, halfway done with his first slice already.

"I'm not that hungry, thanks. Besides, we both know that you can finish it all by yourself."

"You're not wrong." He grinned, eating like an animal as usual.

You had finished your milkshake some time ago while Yuta was left with one slice of pizza. You shook your head in disbelief. You knew he had a big appetite, but it never failed to surprise you when he ate such humongous portions like an entire pizza (where did the fat even go?).

"I don't understand how you're not fat by now."

He laughed but stopped himself, making you raise a brow.

"Wait, you've got some milkshake on your lips."

He took a napkin and leaned over the table, wiping the content off your face. For some reason, you were completely frozen. It wasn't like Yuta had never touched you before or anything like that, but this motion seemed different. You thanked him before lowering your head, confused as to what you had felt in that moment.

He drove you back home shortly after. He thanked you for paying even though he had made it clear earlier on that you paying was part of the deal. You worked on your essays for a few hours before going to bed, your mind hazy with new, unexpected thoughts.

  You had engulfed yourself in your studies and you truly hadn't seen the week go by. Every morning was the same: you woke up, drank your morning coffee, worked on your school projects, went to work then went to bed. You tried to squeeze some food into your busy schedule, snacking here and there, but you never really had the time to sit down and enjoy a real meal. After all, you had much more important things to worry about than your daily calorie intake. After what you would qualify as hell week, you were finally done with everything.

Just as you were about to fetch some snacks for a night of sappy movies, you heard knocking at your door. You groaned in frustration but answered anyway.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Standing before you were Winwin, Mark, Johnny, and Yuta. Johnny was the "tough one" in Yuta's group. While you weren't falling for his act, you tolerated the boy. Mark was a bit younger so you felt more protective towards him, but sometimes his innocence got in the way. As for Winwin, you appreciated being his company. You were both alike in the sense that you both needed some alone time and enjoyed basking in peaceful silence.

"We're going out, go change." The tallest one replied.

You pouted but did as he said regardless. You had settled for a skirt with a black sweater since you knew you would be cold by the end of the night. You retouched your makeup to look presentable before following the boys to Johnny's car.  Johnny hopped in the driver's seat, Winwin following his lead in the passenger's seat. Being the smallest in the group, you were forced to occupy the middle seat. You were squeezed between Mark and Yuta which didn't bother you much.

Mark turned to you with a shy smile on his face.

"I've never seen you in a skirt before, Y/N, it suits you."

"Yeah, you're looking fine tonight," Johnny added with a seductive (well, he tried) wink.

You blushed and thanked them shyly. You hadn't been complimented very much in your life which explained your reaction every time you received one. You weren't one of those girls who were naturally beautiful or who took hours to get ready in order to look absolutely beautiful. You weren't one to make an effort in the morning either, so you never really thought you were anything above average.

"Well, she's my best friend guys so you can't have her." Yuta retorted and if you didn't know him any better, you would've sworn you had seen a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

At this, his hand went to rest on your thigh protectively. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sudden contact.

The rest of the car ride was quite silent aside from your heart beating out of your chest - which you were sure could be heard by everyone. Yuta had always been an affectionate person, but lately, he had been tamer so every contact sent shivers down your spine. Odd, because you had never felt those same shivers beforehand.

When Johnny parked the car, it was obvious that he had brought you to a party. The music was so loud that you could hear it from where you were standing and you weren't anywhere near the house yet. You walked on the pavement reluctantly. You weren't in the mood for a party, you honestly just wanted to relax in the comfort of your home. You imagined yourself curling up in a blanket to binge-watch your favorite show and you pouted involuntarily.

 "You okay?" Yuta nudged you gently.

"Yeah, just tired." You smiled faintly before passing the threshold.

You regretted having agreed to accompany the boys the minute you stepped into the boisterous house. The crowd was already suffocating you and you had barely entered. There was obviously way too many people for the house's capacity, but it wasn't like anyone cared (they were all way too wasted anyway).

It wasn't before long that you lost the boys in the sea of people. You didn't even bother pouring yourself a drink, you just wanted to get out of there as quickly as humanly possible. You weren't too keen on the idea of having to squeeze past sweaty bodies all night and you knew that if you stayed, you would a) suffocate b) punch someone or c) have a mental breakdown. You chose none of the above and ran outside.

You sighed in relief when you could finally breathe the fresh air. You started walking towards the car, not really knowing what you were planning to do from here on out. You let your back fall against the vehicle, taking a deep breath to try and calm your nerves.

"Y/N? Why are you out here all by yourself?"

You opened your eyes to be met with Yuta's worried ones.

"I'm just not really in the mood, Yuta. Don't mind me though, go have fun."

"Nonsense, I'm not leaving you."

For some reason, your heart skipped a beat upon hearing those words.

"I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to take care of me."

He pinched your cheeks in an effort to comfort you which ended up causing you more pain than anything else.

"I always have and I always will. Now, do you want to go back to your place for a movie marathon? I know that's what you had in mind at first if you wanna ditch the guys I'm all in."

You nodded, trying to escape his touch since your cheeks were now burning. You didn't understand how Yuta could be so calm about physical contact when you were a complete mess the second he laid a finger on you.

The Uber didn't take long to arrive and you were most thankful for it. The quicker you got home, the better. The Uber driver understood that too by the looks of his speeding. At least you were home shortly, there was that. (Don't exceed speed limits kids, it's very dangerous.)

Yuta fetched the snacks while you took care of setting up Netflix and grabbing the blankets. Now that Yuta was joining you, you weren't too sure about your choice of movies. At first, you had wanted to watch some romantic movies, but you weren't sure it was a good idea given the circumstances. You gave up, deciding to let him choose instead.

When he came back bearing snacks, the first thing he did was hand you the Nutella, your go-to snack. It had been your favorite ever since you were both little, and you used to just eat out of it with spoons as if it was yogurt. Some people had "their song", but your thing held much more meaning and memories, even if at the end of the day it literally was just chocolate spread. This thing of yours had ended up badly at times when one of the two had eaten the last of it or when he "accidentally" smeared some on your white shirt, but it was all in good fun so all was forgiven today.

You ate your spoonfuls of the artificial chocolate and passed it to your friend, eyes fixated on the movie playing before you. You were so mesmerized by the film that you didn't notice Yuta plotting something next to you. He took another spoonful, but instead of bringing it to his mouth, he smeared it all over your hand.

"Yuta, what the hell?"

He giggled at your outburst, but the situation was far from being funny. You yanked the spoon out of his hand planning to get your revenge and smeared the chocolate all over his cheek.

"Oh, you're gonna pay for that young lady."

You playfought like that for a few minutes before calling a truce.

"You're a sneaky one, Nakamoto Yuta."

You laughed, chocolate all over your figure now thanks to Yuta's scheming. Things had gotten back to normal, thankfully. You hadn't felt the odd feeling since you had come back home and you were hoping it would stay that way. You cherished your friendship with Yuta more than anything else and the last thing you wanted was to ruin it because of newfound feelings. If you could even call them that.

Deep in thought, you didn't notice the way Yuta looked at you. You didn't see how his eyes were taking in every detail of your face in awe. You had always been able to read Yuta, it was one of your many talents. But not knowing what he thought of you outside of the childhood friend etiquette bothered you slightly since you couldn't even tell if there was a possibility of something more.

You snapped out of your silly daydreaming and redirected your attention to the boy next to you.

"Dude, you wasted all my Nutella. You definitely owe me a new jar now."

You scoffed.

"It doesn't have to go to waste though."

"What do you-"

Before you could finish your sentence, you saw Yuta's eyes shift to a darker expression. It wasn't a glint you were familiar with and the thought of it excited you as much as it scared you. He leaned over painstakingly slow and took your hand gently. He pressed kisses on it and proceeded to lick the contents off. The moment his lips had made contact with your skin, you knew you were a goner.

Was this really happening? You didn't know, but what you did know was that you didn't want him to stop.

He pushed you against a countertop, trapping you between it and his body. His lips traveled to your neck where he had smeared chocolate as well. He gave it the same treatment, leaving you a whimpering mess underneath him. He moved to the corner of your lips, using his tongue to wipe off the excess chocolate.

"Yuta, what-"

He brought his index finger to your lips, silencing you. He looked into your eyes longingly and crashed his lips on yours. You kissed him back instantly, loving how soft his lips felt against your own. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss to which you responded with a moan. He smirked against your lips, adding his tongue to the equation. You didn't know when he had become such a good kisser, but you weren't complaining.

He hoisted you up on the counter, breaking the kiss so you could both catch your breaths. He smiled at your disheveled self, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He had always thought you were the prettiest girl in the world, yet he had never brought himself to voice his thoughts. He wasn't very good with words and he had always been scared of losing you if he said the wrong thing.

But now that you stood before him like this, he was just disappointed in himself that he didn't make a move on you sooner.

"What's wrong?"  You asked, having noticed him daydreaming for a few seconds.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about how good of an idea it was to leave the party early and come here instead. I bet tonight's going to be much more fun than what was originally planned."

You shook your head with a smile plastered on your face.

"Shut up and kiss me, Yuta."

He granted your wish, locking your lips once again.

You weren't quite sure when your feelings for Yuta had shifted into something more, but there was no doubt in your mind that you felt more than friendship for your best friend. Maybe somewhere along the way you had picked up on his subtle flirting and had decided that being with him wouldn't be so bad after all.

It was to be expected, though. The cliché had never been more alive; childhood friends turned lovers. Usually, you weren't one for clichés or for romance as a whole. You had always felt like movies overemphasized the reality of love and tried to idealize it for marketing purposes. But as you watched Pretty Woman in Yuta's welcoming arms that night, you thought that maybe you could make an exception for him.

|Masterlist|

[inurnctdreams]

falling in love with a dreamie's older sibling - taeyong!au

:: first post on this new blog!! i'm a lil rusty so pls bear with me, it's been a few ｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

(I also got super carried away but I have more ideas for this au if anyone wants a part 2!)

ok so taeyong was a lil (a lot) scared when they told him he'd be the leader of this new group with infinte members

but he took it in his stride bc hey four's not so bad, they're all around his age and mark's very mature and hardworking

six he can deal with, plus, hey! a friend for mark, even if donghyuk can be a brat

and then the dreamies debuted

he was like "yes i know i said mark was mature and hardworking but you're putting him in charge of six babies. he's still a (my) baby!!"

so ofc, even though he wasn't their official leader, he took them under his wing and looked after these children bc that's just who taeyong is

and yeah maybe they're rowdy and hyperactive but they're good kids and they understand what being an idol expects of them

he wouldn't change them for the world and he loves his crazy (not so) little family

the other older members help out a lot too so he never feels too pressured

he can do this!!

then you came along

your parents had asked you to keep an eye on your younger brother when you moved into seoul for school

you attended their debut showcase with your parents but you only had time for a quick hug and an "i'm proud of u!!" before you had to rush back for work so you didn't really see any of the other members

hey you gotta support yourself in the big city somehow

you ofc streamed all of ncts stuff and supported them in any way you could, which wasn't a lot being a student in the city with your own lil apartment

though you always tried to text your brother often to make sure he was eating and taking care of himself/he was being taken care of

and you managed to sneak in a few visits to the dreamies' practices or between schedules

but you'd never actually been to the dorms

you got to know the other dreamies too as they hung out while you facetimed him or appeared in the vlives you could catch

but! finally, there was a day where miraculously you were both free

so you planned to go for ice cream and ofc some of the other dreamies heard of your plan and begged until your ice cream catch up with your lil bro turned into an ice cream catch up with ur lil bro and two of the other dreamies

so the day finally arrived and you were stood outside the dorms after being waved through by security, not exactly knowing what to expect

there were like 18 teenage-early twenties boys living in those three conjoined apartments with almost no adult supervision

so while you were sorta expecting dirty laundry everywhere, stained walls and sweaty smells, surely someone had to be keeping them in check??

the door swings open to reveal your excited little brother and a relatively clean living room

a couple of guys you recognise from various performances/ads/general idolness are lounging on the sofa

you can hear music coming from somewhere further in the apartment

and something that smells absolutely divine is coming from the kitchen

"(Y/N)!!" your brother pounces on you and drags you inside, introducing you to all the members in the room and shouting for his fellow dreamies to hurry up getting ready

they're all lovely and you're glad they all seem as nice as your brother described them, glad that he's got friends and support here when you can't give it to him

the three boys all put their shoes on by the door and you're exchanging polite goodbyes with the other boys when a head pops round the doorway on the other side of the room

and oH

you definitely recognise this one

lee taeyong, general leader of nct and the guy you'd sorta maybe taken a small (huge) liking to from the moment you clicked play on the 7th sense MV

he's even cuter in person

"you guys off?"

"yeah taeyong-hyung! (Y/N)'s taking us out for ice cream!"

"Hey, I'm your elder, brat! How come you use honorifics with him and not me huh?"

and ofc you're joking but the look on all the guys' faces as you reprimanded and simultaneously embarrassed your little brother was golden

then you started laughing as you were practically dragged out of the apartment

but not without a lingering look from one lee taeyong

you start hanging around the dorms more often after that

you're on break from studies and now you've broken the ice with the rest of your brother's group members, it's quite a nice escape from the world

if you count them whining about teasing and pranks a nice escape anyway

and it has nothing to do with taeyong no sir

speaking of ty track

you were not what he was expecting

when the dreamies would go on about you they described you as such a nag

always making sure they were eating/sleeping/resting/working hard

"honestly more of a mom than you, hyung!"

and what was wrong with that?

you were concerned about your lil bro all alone in the idol world, in his eyes it just made you a good older sibling

but he wasn't expecting you to be so... carefree yet caring along with it

like how you tricked them all the day you met about scolding your brother

or how you'd help the dreamies (and johnny and taeil) prank each other then act like you had no clue what was going on once caught

or how you'd try dancing to nct's choreo when you visited the practise room and fail adorably yet pridefully every time

or how you'd help the kids with their homework when the other members were busy, even though he could see the pile of your own in your bag when you opened it to get your pencil case out

or how you offered to help him cook/clean despite not living there

or how you'd sneak in with the spare key they'd given you when you knew they were out all day and would come home exhausted, only to find the laundry done and folded, dinner portioned in the fridge and you snoring sweetly on the sofa at 3am

or how you'd basically become a part of that crazy (still not so) little family

or how he'd pretty much seemed to have fallen in love with you without even realising it

it hit him suddenly though

one night, you'd texted him to say you wouldn't be able to make it to dinner at the dorm tonight because you'd been called into work

and he was disappointed, sure, but work was work and he admired your ability to support yourself in the city

he looked around at everyone at dinner and realised how much he missed your laugh, and your witty comments, and your habit of scolding your brother for talking with his mouth open

and wow... how did this person become so important to him so quickly??

so dinner had been cleaned up and everyone was chilling/in bed when he gets a text

"hey tae i know its really late and i know you told me not to but i missed the last bus so i started walking home from work and i think someone's following me. i know it's probably nothing but we should've listened to yuta when he said not to watch that horror move last night and i'm scared"

and this feeling just swells up inside him

this need, to protect you, to find you and never let you out of his sight again

and before he knows it he's shoving on a hoodie and sneakers and shutting the apartment door softly behind him, texting simply a "where are you?" in reply

never mind it's like one in the morning, and he's kinda angry because he told you he didn't like you walking home alone late at night, but that's just fuelling him more

you tell him you're a few streets away from your apartment and the boy just does a complete 180 and starts running in the other direction

he comes to a stop at the beginning of her street, panting a little

and then he sees you

tired? i don't know her??

you're standing under a street lamp and you're shivering and before he knows what he's doing he's tugging you into his chest and holding on for dear life

you scream but then you recognise the cologne and the set of arms wrapped around you and you relax, hugging him back and burying your face in his chest

and all that built up tension and terror from being alone in the cold and dark leaves you

bc taeyong's here, he came to your rescue

"i'm sorry" you keep mumbling, and eventually he pulls back to look you in the eye

"stop it. yeah i'm a little mad you put yourself in danger, but right now i don't care. i'm just glad you're okay"

and you nod, looking down at your feet

and then you start giggling

and he's like wtf

now he's genuinely concerned something's wrong with you

"your shoes don't match"

and he looks down at his feet to see that, in his haste to get to you, he'd put on very mismatching sneakers

and yeah, that is kinda funny

so you're both standing under this street lamp at half one in the morning, after he'd run from the dorms to make sure you were safe, laughing over the fact that he had on one bright orange sneaker and one black and green

and you both look up at each other at the same time

and he stares into your eyes (which happens quite often now he thinks of it... you two always seem to be subconsciously seeking each other out)

and he just knows it: he's in love with you

[rktshx-blog]

[tw for this solo: swearing  tw for the solos linked below: death, violence, gang] With: Choi Kwak Heeo aka his younger twin sister. [currently npc]

From being on the bottom team the week before to claiming the top spot this week had Minho smack back up to reality. A surge of mixed emotions flaring through him as he stumbles back home that evening. In fact, he doesn’t remember driving back home, trudging to his room and finally ending up in the bathroom under the scorching hot shower, beating against his pale skin.

He blinks furiously, unsure if he was clearing his vision up from the water cascading down his face or from the tears that are unfeelingly rolling down his eyes. Minho was so ecstatic yet he never felt so lonely. It was one thing being surrounded by the same people celebrating one’s joint victory, it was another scene entirely going back home to an empty house with no-one to talk to about this rollercoaster ride. God, he misses his sister so much.

Scrubbing the tiredness and exhaustion away, he quickly dries up, putting on his pjs before falling face first into his bed. Somehow the regret from the decision to live alone, away from his grandparents and his dad, comes rushing into his system. The dancer never thought he’d ever feel this way, especially towards the family that was barely.. well a family. He had just about stopped crying when he got out of the shower, and the urge to do so again annoyingly takes over his fatigue state.

The rapper takes calm breaths, trying to put himself into a trance and unsuccessfully replaying the last few weeks inside his head. He was riding the wave of the first eliminations, feeling terrible of Wonshik getting cut only to have Seola break down on him a few days later before his thought process was cut abruptly by the blaring of his phone. If he hadn’t given her a specific ringtone, Minho wouldn’t have even bothered moving to get his phone out of his discarded jean pockets.

“What’s up asshole?” Her voice radiating of glee and smugness. “Saw your ugly mug on the screen again, Hiro. Trying to look all cool and shit, tsk. These people don’t know you snore so loud you could bring down the house. Not to mention your fart—“

“Shut up, Mori.” He finally breaks Heeo’s obnoxious ranting, chucking sardonically at her words. “We both know you called me because you wanna congratulate me, you little shit. So do it and get it over with.” His winces at the way his voice sounded harsher than he intended it to be.

“Ay fucker, what’s wrong?” She whispers, annoyance and concern so loudly heard in her voice. “Don’t you dare gimme some bullshit nothing answer too. Or I’ll stick Dahye on you.”

He laughs out loud because everyone and their mother knows that Dayhe can whoop his ass into just about anything. “Fuck it, I’ll just hide behind Johnny then.” He manages to mumble out between his laughter.

“Your dumbass laugh sounds like a hyena. Stop it and start talking.”

Minho manages to calm down for a few minutes later, feeling the adrenaline slowly sipping off him as he finally relaxes into a conversation with his twin. “How’d you deal with this shit last time Mori? Like fuck, Johnny just wanted to see if I can get my shit together long enough to do an audition... now, this. Satan’s ass, man. Last week was so intense, we had to do so many things in one week and the week before that… Heeo…” He gasped, trying to calm his spiking nerves. Apparently, once he starts talking he never shuts up. “The week before that… we lost someone through eliminations; Woshik-sii… Fucking hell, Heeo. You didn’t see it, cause they didn’t fucking air it, but Seola-sii had a break down because of that and Goddammit now they just tossing us up into another team again and expect us to act like we’re some expert shit… This is so fucked up.”

There was a brief moment of silence.

“Are you done?” He hears his sister say, her voice sounding angry for some reason. So he remains quiet, waiting to listen to what she’s about to say next. “Because you’re being a such a fucking drama queen, Toshiro.”

He flinches when he hears her use his full Japanese name. “What the actual shit?”

“Now you shut up you overgrown man-child. We’ve both been through hell and back, fuck it we’ve been dragged around Lucifer’s pit through the last year and survived. This shit should be a bloody breeze for you. When the netizens found out about what happened to our stepda— to him, they ripped me apart, Hiro. When you got shot last December, did you fucking die? No. You picked your sorry ass back up and literally moved on. Because that’s what we do. That’s who we are.” Then suddenly just like that, a tired sigh escapes her lips. “Because that’s what we do Ni-chan. We survive…”

The silence between them was both deafening and comforting, it was a splash of cold water and a warm reminder from a loved one, all at once. He takes a moment, he lets this all sink in and he snorts when he realises that she’s absolutely right. He was being a big ass drama queen. “Seoul’s got me going crazy again, hasn’t it, Mori?”

“Yeah, if I didn’t know any better, it’s got you going dumb too.” It was her turn to let out an unladylike sound.

“Now you’re just being a little exaggerating shit.

Just like that, they banter normal siblings once again. Heeo updates him on how the university is going for her, the friends she’s met and the guy she’s interested in. The latter had him rolling his eyes, but he encouraged her to talk nonetheless. On his part, he tells her about everyone they know, his apology to Yooa, how Johnny now has a princess and keeping her updated with the latest who’s whats and whens with their people.

He stifles a yawn after a while, only realising how late into the night they’ve been talking to. She must have noticed as she said, “Get some rest, Hiro. You’ve got a busy week ahead of you.”

“Eeck—Mhmm, use protection-“

“I hate you. Goodnight asshole…oh and congratulations Ni-chan. Ja ne”

“Your emotions are gross…but thanks for kicking my ass. Ja” He mumbles, before hanging up the phone.

Then for the first time since in a very long while, Minho finally gets a good night rest. With his sister’s words echoing through his subconscious, a constant reminder that no matter what shit happens now, he’ll make something out of it. Because that’s what they do. They survive.

[vateacancameos]

Here We Are As In Olden Days, Part 26

Day 26 of @missdaviswrites  December Sherlock ficlet challenge.

26 December, Boxing Day

Sherlock | Johnlock | Ficlet | ao3 link

“Johnny! Happy Christmas.” Harry is flushed with the cold, her eyes bright, but clear. Good. Sober again. It’s been half a year since her last drink, but he still worries about her. Because he’s her brother, and that’s what he’s meant to do.

“Happy Christmas, Harry,” John says fondly, pulling his sister through the front door and out of the cold. He hangs her coat and scarf and leads her up the stairs to the flat, praying this evening goes well.

Sherlock and Harry have never met, and the idea of two strong personalities in the same room for several hours is a bit daunting. Not that John is a shrinking violet. It’s just that he’s already tired from being with the Holmeses yesterday. But that’s how the holidays work, isn’t it? It’s odd, thinking of him and Sherlock acting like a normal couple, visiting their families for Christmas and such. But it’s nice. He hopes they won’t be too normal though. He still wants the cases and the excitement and even the body parts hidden around the flat. He just wants them, being themselves and enjoying each other.

Sherlock, standing at the window, stops playing his violin. He lays it in its case and comes to stand in front of Harry. He holds a hand out. “Merry Christmas, Harry.”

Seeing Sherlock, gloveless and yet offering to shake Harry’s hand, makes John melt a little. The man who has always kept himself at a distance—hidden behind bespoke suits, a great flapping coat, and gloves—has become so open in the past few months. More than that, though, he’s pushing himself out of his comfort zone for John’s sake. And John loves him so much in that moment, he can barely stand it. How did he get so lucky?

“Happy Christmas, Sherlock,” Harry says, taking the man’s hand. John hasn’t mentioned their new relationship status yet, but his sister is sizing up his partner all the same. They’ve never been close siblings, but they’ve still always been very protective of each other. He’s surprised she’s waited this long to meet Sherlock. Perhaps, like John, Harry realized during Sherlock’s time away that she missed out and is trying to make up for it now. Or perhaps her new sobriety is giving her a boost in curiosity. With Harry, who knows.

John leaves the two to their staring contest while he goes to pour (nonalcoholic) cider—a favorite of Harry’s since she was a kid. They’re trying this year, to be better, to be closer. They’re the only family each has left, and John would rather not lose that.

By the time he returns to the living room, Sherlock and Harry have seated themselves in the two comfy chairs. John hands them each a mug, then contemplates his own seating. He could grab the client chair, but that seems too formal. Plus, with his and Sherlock’s relationship is so new, they’re still in that “I want to be as close to you as possible as often as possible” stage, so he braces himself for Harry’s inevitable teasing comment and perches on the arm of his own chair, where Sherlock is seated. John wonders if Sherlock sat there purposefully, seeing as his own chair doesn’t allow for good arm perching, or if he just let Harry choose her seating first. Like Harry, Sherlock remains rather a mystery to John.

Harry smirks a little, but amazingly enough, keeps her thoughts to herself. The smirk quickly morphs into a genuinely happy expression, and it warms John through. She approves. Leave it to Harry to tease him mercilessly for years about something that wasn’t happening, then be happy for real when it actually happens. She wasn’t all that bad. Maybe there’s still a chance for them to do better. To be a family for real. John likes the idea. He’s apparently gone quite sappy with the holidays and the new thing with Sherlock. He doesn’t begrudge himself the feeling.

“So, happy holidays?” Harry asks, humming with approval as she tastes the cider.

John nods, knowing Sherlock will leave the small talk to him. “It’s been good, yeah. The clinic has been mad, and so have the cases, but yeah, it’s been a very good Christmas.”

“The best,” Sherlock adds softly, looking up at John.

Harry smiles knowingly. She mentions the Hanukkah case she read about on John’s blog, and soon Sherlock is chattering away about his favorite cases, with John interjecting a few times when Sherlock gets a bit too focused on things no one but him understands. It’s endearing to John, but he realizes most everyone else doesn’t care.

Mrs. Hudson, who insisted on cooking for the gathering (“Your cooking is lovely, John, dear, but how about something a little fancier for a family holiday meal?”), arrives an hour or so later. She glows when Sherlock asks her to stay for dinner, insisting she’s family too.

After a satisfying meal, Mrs. Hudson asks for a few songs on the violin, so she and Sherlock move to the living room while John and Harry tidy up a bit and make tea. Harry corners him, as John expected she would. She’s not aggressive or even overly effusive. She smiles softly, spooning tea leaves into the tea pot while John rinses dishes.

“You’re happy,” she states simply.

John, despite being filled with more emotions than he can even count, replies, just as simply, “I really am.”

Harry turns to him, hip braced on the worktop. “I was angry, you know, when he first came back. I watched you grieve for two years, and the idea of Sherlock just waltzing back in and wanting to pick back up where you left off without so much as a by-your-leave made me want to rage, grind my teeth, give that bastard what for.”

John smiles. He’s seen Harry like that before, and he does understand where she’s coming from. He’d felt those things too, in the beginning. He was less angry after they had sat down and aired a few grievances, given a few explanations. He’s not angry anymore. He doesn’t let himself get defensive of Sherlock, though either. He can tell she has more to say.

“I…” she bites her lip and looks away. “I had a drink after I heard. Not just because I was angry and not wanting to deal with my feelings, but because I thought you were putting yourself back into an unhealthy situation. If you couldn’t break away, what chance did I have with alcohol?”

“Oh, Harry.” John’s chest tightens, and he feels a pricking at the corners of his eyes. He puts the plate he’s rinsing down and dries his hands on a towel. He turns toward his sister, a woman who is much stronger these days than she lets herself believe.

She shakes her head. “I called a friend. She listened to me, then she asked that I listen to her. She said that I have every right to be upset, that I care about you and want to protect you, and that’s great. But she asked me to remember that I had made myself pretty scarce when you two were flatmates before. I couldn’t know what the situation between you two really was, and so I couldn’t judge or presume to know what was happening now. It took a while, but she talked me down, I called my accountability partner, and went to a meeting the next day. I’ve been sober since then.”

John pulls Harry into his arms. “I’m so sorry. I never meant–”

“Stop that, you prat,” Harry chastises while hugging him back. “You blame yourself for too much; you always have. This stumble happened because of me and my demons, my insecurities.” She pulled away when the kettle clicked off and looked at him seriously before busying herself with tea making. “I didn’t tell you this to upset you. I just wanted you to know I care what happens to you, and that I understand that your situation is a lot more complicated than it looks from the outside. And I… now I truly can see how happy you are. And not just you, but Sherlock too. I know I’ve never met the man, but he looks at you with such love. All evening I’ve watched him take your thoughts and feelings into account, and it calms my anxiety. And not just your feelings, but Mrs. Hudson’s as well. I don’t know if he was always like this, and you just glossed over that in your blog, or if he’s really changed, but that doesn’t really matter. He loves you.”

She smirks as she finishes putting tea cups onto the tray. “And leave it to my idiot baby brother to decide a dramatic, posh git is worth finally admitting he’s bisexual. You don’t do things by half, do you?”

John glares at her. “I told you about my orientation ages go. It’s not like I was denying it.”

“Yeah, but what a way to come out to the wider world,” she retorts with a grin and picks up the tea tray. “I’m proud of you, Johnny.”

“I’m proud of you too, Harriet,” John replies, and he means it. They’ve both come a long way in the past few years. He’s glad their relationship looks to be heading in the same direction.

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Tired | IC Drabble

Summary: Furia’s struggles keep building, despite the weight of expectation, she still finds it in herself to finally make a decision based on what she wants rather than what would be best for anyone, or everyone, else.

a/n: Not sure what this is really. It’s not quite stream of consciousness, but in a way, it might be. It just kind of popped in my head and went from there.

Tired

Exhaustion wove through her lithe body—tightening supple muscle, drooping squared shoulders, and dulling the serpentine swish of her gait. Furia wasn’t just bodily tired, it had seeped into her very soul. The sea of emotions beat against her like a storm surge, eroding the fragile surface and flooding past the broken walls at the same time. The roiling left her no time to reconstruct the strong barriers she’d built over the span of her life, the ones that protected her. Instead, she was left compartmentalizing. Sorting things into their proper spaces seemed best in order to contain them and deal with each when the moment required it.

It seemed easier that way, or so she told herself. In truth, it made only served to increase her willpower and allowed her emotional state to be somewhat more controllable, most of the time. She knew how to handle the traumas contained in each little box, how to mostly hold back and keep at bay the dark villainy that her own mind could assail her with from those individual corners. It was when the shades crept from more than one compartment that she found herself reeling tumbling out of control like a plastic bag whipping about in a windstorm.

There weren’t a lot of people left anywhere that knew the boss’ skeletons. She tended to keep her own counsel on all but mundane issues, but on those days when she was blatantly honest with herself, she’d admit that there weren’t any people left alive in the galaxy that really knew her or her secrets. She’d shared some with Eli. Johnny, Shaundi, and Pierce knew a few; Matt and Kinzie, over the years, both managed to dig up some of their own. Her siblings had known surprisingly less than even her friends. Troy, however. Troy had known them all; braved the dark spaces of her mind with patience to find them so that she wouldn’t be alone there when those memories and thoughts dragged and held her beneath the surface to be bashed bodily against the sharp rocks and grating reefs.

The old armor, battered and broken as it was, helped with that sometimes. When it didn’t help, other things could—fights, fucking, a bottle … in that order. Anything to push her into the visceral experience of life and away from the haunting specters in her head.

Though she knew she wasn’t alone, she felt like it at times.

Her life had changed so much in the past five years. Taking her down a path she had no business being on. Aliens destroying Earth. The fate of her species (and others) being placed in her hands. Then there was losing, rediscovering, finding, and re-losing the people around her. It all weighed on her, but her shoulders were broad. She had carried the struggles of others most of her life upon a foundation of her own troubles; though of late those strong shoulders had been drooping, her powerful back bowing under the immense weight of the things she now carried alone.

As a young woman, Furia’s life took an unexpected turn, well, several. When things were thrown at her, she overcame them. There was no other choice in her mind—overcome or fail, and failure in her world usually meant death, which was never an option. Even up to and including the “keep what you kill” moment when she destroyed Zinyak, her life followed that track. Looking up from what, at the moment, felt like just one more life or death battle, she found his entire empire, which his ego included in the instant of his downfall, dropping to their knees and recognizing her as sovereign. Ruling had been forced on her. Being in charge, leading was something she had a knack for, but this was entirely different. The Zin Empire wasn’t a gang, and it wasn’t really a country. It was … unique, something all its own.

Politics consumed her days, draining her.

To avoid impropriety, she’d let go of the things she knew best—thieving, murdering, and intimidation—trading them for diplomacy, rebuilding, and inclusivity. As she had all her life, she took on the role laid in her lap, donned the garb of expectation. While it was a choice she made, it never felt like a true choice.

Who would do it if she did not?

It always came down to that question. And usually the answer was no one, or worse. So, the responsibility became hers and she took on the mantle of galactic emperor with the same dedication she had every other role in her life—responsible big sister, matriarch, go-to girl, boss (twice), and beyond. A combination of hard work and good intention, however, never helped her overcome the feeling of failure that pervaded her newest position. The victories, small and plentiful or sizable as they may be, never managed to outweigh the screw ups that peppered her tenure. Each stumble weighed on her mind as heavily as the missteps of the past and the lasting impact of the deaths of dear, old friends.

Furia struggled with days where the power of the empty feeling inside her threatened to consume her like the black hole at the center of a galaxy sucked in everything including light; she feared she might just collapse in on herself. Other days she drifted, much as a ship with no anchor might, but she wasn’t rudderless yet. She could still direct herself through those times, but those trips just carried her past the shore, past ports. And now, she could see the path clearly. Inevitable loss and predestined devastation loomed.

Destined to lose more. Always more. It was life after all. Loss was a part of it, she reminded herself.

Waiting for it, however, that wasn’t decided.

His voice echoed in her head. You could make a visit to my world a more permanent one. … There are so many things I see and want to share with you. … It’s what I’ve always wanted but I never thought it would be possible.

Even thinking about it her heart took flight, but it only got so far off the ground before the anchor of expectation snapped tight. It was selfish. At best, there were only two people who could find any benefit in this—she and Eli.

What about those people counting on you?

Despite having no ideas of abandoning her responsibilities, she still worried that this choice stretched past the allowable bounds of decadence. Furia could be reckless, fun-loving, and drank deeply from life’s goblet, but she was always loyal and tried to be dependable. The aim of her actions was usually directed at doing the best she could for the people she was responsible for.

But this …

She could remember thinking about it more than she’d admit, but it was always a pipe dream on the farthest cloud nine—sharing time and proximity, a life, with Eli. Now that the possibility stood before her, she felt herself pulled in new directions because of the emotional trauma destabilizing so much of her personal world. It was the first time she ever put something she wanted for herself on the same level as the expectations thrust upon her.

More than that, it was the first time she asked herself what she wanted, and based her decision on that rather than merely weighing the benefits and risk.

It felt good, for a moment. Choosing a direction based purely on her own desire. But the euphoria didn’t last long before the guilt and worry sank in. It was selfish; it could cost her, perhaps more than she was willing to give up.

Furia stared at the muted slivers of light playing on the black ceiling, trying to keep her racing mind from taking its usual track. She didn’t want a pro and con list. She just wanted this, wanted to be with him. It was only temporary. She could time it down to the day, which perhaps made her selfish decision easier for her to make. There was an end of it in sight. But in the quiet moments, it haunted her with questions and accusations.

Would her friends hate her for taking this chance? Would Eli? Would they see it as abandonment? What would this cost? Would it cost her all of them, even him? Would he think her weak for choosing this? For looking for a handful of happiness instead of being responsible?

Her mouth tingled and the shapes on the ceiling warped as the tears flooded her eyes. Deep breaths echoed in the darkness as she lay wide-awake in the empty, too-large-for-one bed. She swallowed, her vision finally clearing without a single tear falling … victory.

Though the thoughts and memories still chased away her sleep.