#kinda late on answering but got caught up w my siblings

[rogdona]

Wats ur favorite video game :>

OUUUUUH I DONT KNOWWW😭😭😭 it rlly depends, but its usually whatever im playing at the moment!! some i rlly like are minecraft, stardew valley, the sims, vampire survivor, and those types of games like mundo gaturro, club penguin, moshi monsters, dragon city, solitaire/minesweeper/those things etc etc💕💕💕

tho i dont play some of them anymore 😔

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

A little birthday ramble for my favourite jean man~

It’s my favourite characters birthday??? Woah! That means I gotta try and actually make something-

So here, have this rather rushed birthday edgejeanist ramble for my favourite lanky jeanist because I love them too much.

Tagging: @chaotic-trash-can @kouricaesar @kiriderp @theshisthings @chiggersmcnuggies :)

TW: none! It’s fluff!

*buzz*

Tsunagu blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the morning light as he woke up to see two silver eyes staring straight back at him.

*buzz buzz*

“Good morning~” A familiar voice cooed.

Startled by the sudden greeting, the blond man grumbled and opened his eyes to see Shinya facing him, head perched in his hands as he smiled at his sleepy husband.

*buzz*

“Hm.....good morning....” Tsunagu mumbled, stretching his arms out and plopping them back down over the duvet.

*buzz*

“What....uhhh.....buzzing...huh?”

The silver haired man chuckled slightly at the other man’s confused expression. “Messages, love. It’s 7am. A rather special day, too, might I add~”

A rather special day?

What?

Was he missing something?

Tsunagu now felt even more confused than before as he laid there trying to piece things together.

“Wha-” he started, before being interrupted by Shinya letting out a loud laugh and pulling him into a big hug. “-hmmph?”

“Hahah! Ahhh, you are so stupid in the mornings, I love you so much hahaha~” The smaller man snickered as he buried his face into the crook of his husbands neck.

The still-very-confused giraffe blinked. “Did- did you just call me stupid?!”

“Heheh...”

“Oi!” Tsunagu pouted, blushing slightly at the sound of Shinya’s adorable laughter. “Don’t make fun of me......I’m really confused, I don’t know what’s happening, and I’m worried now that I’m missing something very important-”

Shinya simply chuckled and rolled his eyes in response to Tsunagu’s weary mumbles.

“Yes, dear~”

Yawning loudly, Tsunagu slowly sat up and started to gather his thoughts. Did he have work today? Or was it his day off? He wasn’t sure. But he could definitely tell he was missing something.

“Love?”

“Hm?” Shinya hummed inquisitively as he also propped himself up, hooking his arms around Tsunagu’s waist and resting his head on the other man’s shoulder.

“What....what day is it?”

Shinya smiled and let out a small sigh.

“Tuesday!” He exclaimed brightly, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he toyed with his partner’s confused morning brain.

“Ah.....wait, no, I mean the date. ‘Cause it might- oh come on, Shinya, stop-” Tsunagu huffed, realising the smaller man’s intentions to mess with him even more than he already was. That little sneaky ninja....

Shinya simply chuckled at the taller man’s response and slid off the side of the bed, making his way to go and get ready for the day. “Heh...it’s the 5th of October....ring any bells?”

The 5th of October????

The 5th of October........

“Ah!” Tsunagu jumped up, accidentally startling the other man with his sudden enthusiasm. “It’s my sister’s birthday!!!”

Wow.

Shinya stood there for a moment before bursting into laughter, though trying very hard to stifle it. ‘Oh my god he’s a fucking idiot-’

Tsunagu blinked. “W-why are you laughing?”

The silver haired man shook his head and tried to keep a straight face, thinking incredibly hard about his response before simply settling with a small, “it took ya long enough!”, before turning to head out of the bedroom.

“I’m phoning Ai, gonna pester her until she answers me- wait, where are you going?” Tsunagu questioned, rapidly unlocking his phone and dialling his sister’s number while managing to completely ignore the various messages and notifications that he had received.

“Ahh, it’s getting kinda late, I need to go and wake Izumi up for school, I have work, and I’m pretty sure you have a morning patrol, do you not?” Shinya scratched the back of his neck as he made his way out the door. “Make sure ehe- ahEm- make sure to tell her happy birthday for me!”

“Ah....yeah you have a point....okay then.”

Tsunagu looked down at the phone, making sure it was ringing, and waited for it to be answered.

*click*

“Hello?”

“Hey, dumbass, happy birthday!! Hope you have a great day, love you lots!” Tsunagu sang down the phone, showing no hesitation to greeting his beloved sibling.

“Thanks, you lanky shit, happy birthday to you too! Sending love from all of us, have a great day yourself!” Ai chirped in reply. “Don’t get lost on patrol this time either, stupid, last time we waited for hours at mom’s for you to finally show up.”

Tsunagu blinked. What was that? “Happy birthday to me too?”

“Huh?”

That’s when he finally fully woke up and actually realised what a literal dumbass he was being. A massive idiot. No wonder why Shinya was acting so smug and snickering to himself earlier.

“Oh my fucking god-” Tsunagu covered his face with his hands as he wallowed in his own embarrassment. “Ai, I’m a fucking idiot, it’s my birthday isn’t it?”

The line went silent for about ten seconds before the woman on the other side erupted into fits of laughter.

“OH MY GOD!!! HAHAHA THAT IS FANTASTIC-”

“Ai...”

“AHAHA TSU FORGOT- AHAHAhA-”

“Ai, stop, it’s my birthday-”

“OUR birthday! You somehow remembered that it was mine and forgot that it was yours as well- we’re TWINS Tsunagu, we have had the same birthday for over 37 years!! Hahaha~”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, whatever....” the blond man sheepishly muttered as he continued to hide his face in shame. This was going to be a long day...

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After what seemed like a while of embarrassment and one-sided laughter, Tsunagu ended up hanging up and threw his phone to the side, huffing as he tried to shake off how embarrassed he felt.

He sat thinking about the day ahead of him for a little while before noticing some hushed whispers and muffled laughter coming from behind the door.

Smiling to himself slightly at how adorable his husband and daughter were, he rolled his eyes, laughing as he opened the door to reveal two sneaky silver haired troublemakers staring up at him with big mischievous eyes.

“Gotcha~” Tsunagu sang, reaching down to tickle Izumi under the chin playfully.

“Wahhhh!! He caught us!!!” The small child exclaimed, giggling as she jumped into her fathers arms. “Happy Birthday, dad!!”

“Oh, why thank you, sunshine!” The blond man happily responded, twirling his daughter around as he exchanged a soft gaze with his partner, who was now leaning against the door frame with a cup of warm tea.

“So you finally remembered? Got that old brain woken up finally~~” Shinya teased, a sly grin spread across his face.

Tsunagu chuckled. “Hey now, you’re only a few years younger than me y’know! And I’m only a year older than I was yesterday, leave me be!”

“Ahh, sorry sorry~”

“You better be. You weren’t any help this morning when I was oh so lost and confused! Laughing at me, unbelievable!”

“Papa said you were very silly and forgot your birthday!” Izumi chimed in, sticking her tongue out at her taller dad as he ruffled her hair.

“Did he now?” Tsunagu raised an eyebrow as he looked back up at Shinya.

“Noooo......” the sly ninja pouted, winking at their daughter in a very over exaggerated manner.

“I see.....”

Sharing plenty of mischievous joy, the three of them laughed and headed downstairs to get ready for the day.

Watching as their child whizzed around gathering all of her school items, the two parents stood silently together, smiling at Izumi’s enthusiasm as she twirled around.

Shinya wrapped his arm around Tsunagu and looked up at the taller figure gently as he felt the other return the same action, smiling as he felt his face heat up, ever so slightly, and familiarly.

“Happy birthday, hon.” The smaller figure said as he leant into his husband’s warm embrace. “Love you.”

Tsunagu sighed happily in response, feeling his heart flutter slightly as he looked down at his small husband, before leaning down and pecking Shinya’s forehead and smiling as he rested his head gently on top of his. “Thank you, dear.”

“Love you too.”

[yeonjunsgoodgirl]

Eclipse

Chapter two:lunch

Tamaki x reader

Attention: this isn't a one-shot, but a story with chapters. I'll post one chapter every week!

Chapter list

 «What happened? You were late.» asked Shoto at the end of the training.

   «I just...bumped into a senior.» she answered, grabbing the suitcase, still a little lost in her thoughts. She couldn't focus during the training, too lost thinking about that guy, Tamaki. He was a little weird, but he caught her attention. His face with red cheeks was too cute and wasn't planning to leave her mind so soon. Aizawa and her classmates were quite worried during the lesson, noticing how many silly mistakes she had made just because of distraction. Mistakes she'd have never made.

   «You're not feeling well, Y/N? Few days and there'll be the festival! You should be ready!» Kaminari asked, placing his right hand on her shoulder. His tone was kinda worried.

   «I just couldn't focus today, I'm sorry guys.» she said quite embarrassed. «I think today's not the day. It happens, right?»

Everyone nodded taking a breath of relief, except for Bakugou who just stared at her. They met just few months ago, but he was sure enough to affirm she was lying.

He'd always asked to himself the reason why he could stand that girl, but not her brother. Eventually he got an answer: her personality was more similar to shitty hair's one. Positive and bright exactly like Kirishima. He could say that she pissed him off in a different way.

   «Come with me.» he said rudely, grabbing her arm and pulling her along with him in the school's hallway.

   «Hey Bakugou-»

   «Shut up half and half brat.» he cut her off quickly.

   «Where are you- Bakugou!» Kirishima called him confused.

The explosive blond boy rolled his eyes, pissed off. «SHUT THE FUCK UP EXTRA, STOP BREAKING MY BALLS I NEED TO TALK WITH THIS BRAT.»

   «Stop calling me brat!»

Bakugou jerked her arm in order to pull her with him. The boy walked far enough not to let their mates to hear them.

   «So?» he said, staring at her. His arms crossed against his chest.

   «So what? You should tell me, since you're the one who pulled me here!»

   «Huh? You're the one who's lying to everyone here!» he said with high voice. «'Today's not the day' isn't a good reason not to do your best! When you'll be a pro-hero? You won't save citizens because you're not in the mood?!»

   «I-I...»

   «I don't wanna hear a word coming out of that fucking mouth if it's not the truth.» he said seriously.

   «It's just... I bumped into a boy before and he was-»

   «Hold on, if the reason is a boy, I do not give a fuck.» he said suddenly, walking away and leaving her shocked.

   «You asked!»

   «Thinking it was something different. I don't have fucking time for a fucking high school crush!»

   «You- fucking fuckhead!» exclaimed Y/N, slamming her foot on the floor frustrated.

Why did he asked if he wasn't interested?!

   «Something wrong?»

Y/N turned immediately hearing a voice behind her. She froze the moment she noticed it was Mirio, along with Tamaki and a girl with light blue hair. «Mirio senpai! I-it's ok, just my problematic classmate, he headed me here and he...left.» she said, noticing she was almost on the other side of the school, the third year hallway. So were Tamaki a third-year student?

   «Yeah I see.» Mirio laughed.

   «T-Tamaki senpai!» she exclaimed, maybe a little too high. «I-I'm sorry about what happened before... M-may I offer you l-lunch?»

Her face was hot, she could feel it, in fact she was trying to lower her temperature through her quirk. Why was she so nervous?

Before Tamaki could get the chance to answer, Mirio pushed him towards Y/N with the other girl's help and greeted him. The boy stared at his friends shocked and speechless for what they had just done.

   «Oh I never introduced myself... I'm Todoroki Y/N.» she said, tapping at his shoulder to catch his attention.

   «I-I'm Tamaki A-Amajiki...» he said avoiding her gaze and blushing. «You don't have to...»

   «Just want to make it up for before. L-let's go?»

Tamaki started walking in silence, his hands into his pockets and eyes glued on the floor.

Y/N looked at him with the corner of her eye, not knowing what to say. The silence was kinda embarrassing. Once they arrived in the cafeteria, Y/N bought the lunch for both of them. Sitting at the same table caught lots of curious eyes which were glued on them: a third-year and a first-year together.

   «Am I making you feel uncomfortable?» she asked grabbing her chopstick and waiting before eating her soba.

Tamaki looked at his food, playing with his hands under the table. Imagining a potato wasn't working. «N-not exactly...I'm not an extrovert person, t-that's it. I'm always l-like this when I'm w-with someone new...»

   «Oh...I'm so sorry, if you prefer having lunch with your friends-»

   «No!» he widened his eyes, realizing he used too much emphasize. «I-I can stay...»

   «You sure?»

   «Y-Yeah...»

Time passed, and almost at the end of the lunch, Y/N noticed Tamaki was more relaxed in her presence. But she didn't miss the mischievous smiles and glances Mina was giving her.

At the end, she found a way to start a conversation with him. He wasn't so inclined to open a bit with her, but then he started do be more confident, answering some questions and even asking something himself. He almost felt comfortable with that girl.

   «I-I've heard about the villains attack at the USJ...» said Tamaki, once he finished his food.

   «Oh yeah, that was... I don't even know how to explain it. It seemed they just wanted All Might I think? The other villains were too weak, they needed them just to keep us busy according to me. But this is just my opinion.»

   «I'd have been so nervous...I mean, it was your first time with villains.» he murmured, looking into her eyes feeling a strange feeling of confidence.

   «Yeah, but no... I mean I got more worried when that Nomu attacked the others. The one which fought against All Might.» she confessed with a little smile on her lips.

   «I'd like to be confident as you are.» said the boy honestly. «I mean, you don't hesitate when you have to do something.»

Y/N smiled. «I think you're perfect this way. Don't misunderstand me, but according to me it depends on the environment in which you grow up.»

   «W-what about yours?»

Hearing that question, Y/N's face got darker as she lowered her head. «M-mine?»

Tamaki was panicked seeing her reaction. Did he said something wrong? Was it too personal to someone she had just met? His heartbeat started to accelerate, scared about her possibly reaction. Did he just ruined everything?

The boy shut up, biting the inside of his cheek not knowing what to do, feeling the familiar feeling brought by an embarrassing silence. He has never been this invasive asking such questions.

   «We're not even close to a decent family, I think? Our father's strict. We don't have many relationships with our siblings. It's complicated...» she answered not falling into details.

   «I'm sorry, I didn't mean-»

   «Don't worry, you didn't know.» she smiled. Tamaki felt a little guilty, she didn't seem to be so glad to talk about her family. It seemed that being the daughter of the number two hero wasn't so easy.

They spent their last minutes together until they saw everybody moved out of the cafeteria, understanding it was time to go back into their classes. For the first time, Tamaki greeted someone reluctant. But his cheeks had become bright red, hearing her say 'see you tomorrow'. 

[ambenya]

Lumity Month 2020 Day 4- Confession

Sorry this is a day late but I was having a hard time focusing yesterday. Anyway here is day 4 of @thekitsune‘s @lumity-month. Also if you feel like joining in on this go ahead and join in. I feel like this could have been better but my brain kind of stopped on me. I hope you all enjoy this one as well. Thank you all for reading!

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Luz was walking to school smiling. She was happy that Principal Bump was still allowing her to go to school with her friends and learn new spells.

When she got to Hexside Luz saw Willow and Gus talking by the steps. She ran toward them with a huge grin on her face.

“Hey Willow! Hey Gus!” The brunette shouted while waving at them.

“Hey Luz, how are you doing this morning?” Willow asked as Luz ran up to them.

“I’m doing pretty good. How are you two?” Luz asked as they walked into the school.

“It’s been a pretty peaceful morning,” Willow answered as the three of them made their way to Luz’s locker.

“Yeah, although I had a hard time with my homework last night and so I woke up a little late,” Gus said as they stopped at Luz’s locker.

As Luz got her books out Willow saw Amity walking their way with a determined look on her face. “Hey, Luz, Amity is walking this way,” Willow said with a smile on her face.

Luz jumped when she heard what Willow had said and dropped her books. The brunette blushed as she reached down to pick up her books, hoping she didn’t make too much of a fool of herself in of the green-haired girl.

You see, Luz had recently realized the fact that she had a huge crush on Amity. She didn’t know exactly when it happened but one day Luz found herself staring at the witch thinking of how beautiful she was and how she wanted to hold her and never let go.

As Luz stood back up with her books in hand, she noticed just how close Amity was now. “Oh my gosh, what should I do? Does my hair look okay? I hope I don’t smell bad.” Luz said fast as she shuffled her feet nervously.

“Luz calm down. You look fine.” Willow reassured her friend with a smile.

“Although your cheeks are a little red,” Gus said honestly which got him a nudge by Willow. Luz laughed a little bit at her two friends as Amity walked up to them.

“Hey, Amity, how’s going?” Luz asked the green-haired witch winked trying to seem cool.

Amity blushed before she took a deep breath. “Uh, good… I was actually wanting to ask you something…” She said looking down shyly feeling all her courage disappear the second she was in front of her crush.

Luz’s looked at the witch curiously. “Sure, anything you want, Amity!” The brunette said putting her hand on the witch’s shoulder hoping to reassure Amity.

Amity smiled softly and felt herself relax at the touch. “Well, I was hoping to talk to you… Just the two of us if that’s okay…” Amity said as she gave Willow and Gus an apologetic smile.

Willow catching the hint smiled back at Amity while Gus just looked confused. “That’s fine, we have something we have to do anyway. We’ll see you two later. Come on, Gus.” She said as she grabbed and dragged the confused boy along with her while waving bye to their friends.

Luz and Amity giggled at their friends before they turned back to each other. “Anyway, what did you want to talk about?” The human asked with a smile.

“Oh… I uh, I was wanting to ask you if you could meet me after school.” Amity blushed brightly while shuffling her feet nervously.

“Okay, where were you wanting to meet up at?” Luz asked thinking of how cute Amity was.

“I was hoping we could meet up at the Grom tree… If that works for you?” Amity asked while her face turned even redder than before.

Luz blushed at the memory of her and Amity’s dance that led them to defeat Grom and the tree that grew in the spot.

“Sure, I’ll see you there,” Luz answered, curious to know why Amity wanted to meet her there of all places.

Amity let out a breath she had been holding before smiling and nodding. “Sounds good… Well, I better head on to class. I’ll see you later.” Amity said with a wave as she turned to walk to class.

Luz smiled as she watched the green-haired witch walk away. Her heart was pounding, and she was curious as to what Amity could possibly want to tell her at such a special place. All day she thought of everything it could be.

‘Maybe she needs advice or wants to tell me a secret…’ Luz thought unable to focus on school all day.

She was anxious and excited at the same time. It was her last class of the day. The day had passed slowly, and it was frustrating for the human who just wanted to know what the witch wanted to tell her.

‘It has to be important enough for her to want us to meet at the tree. Maybe she wants to tell me who she likes…’ Luz felt her heart drop at that thought. It would make sense, but she was scared of the thought of Amity having feels for someone other than her.

Just as Luz was lost in her thoughts the bell screamed for school to be over with making her jump at the noise. She quickly gathered her things and headed out. The brunette had already told Willow and Gus not to expect to see her after school, so she first went to the Owl House to change into her casual clothes.

After she changed, Luz told everyone that she was heading out to meet Amity and ran out the door to meet with her crush. As she made her way to the tree Luz thought about what she would do if Amity told her who she liked.

‘Even if it hurts, I’m going to support her no matter what. She’s my friend and she deserves all the support she can get.’ Luz thought to herself determined to be a good friend.

Luz paused and looked up at the sky smiling sadly, “Still I wish it was me that she liked.” She said to herself before she continued her walk.

When she arrived, she saw Amity sitting under the tree with her eyes closed. Luz noticed how beautiful she looked when she was sitting there peacefully. She felt her cheeks redden and her heart beat faster. She took a few deep breaths before she approached the green-haired witch.

“Hey, Amity.” She called out and Amity opened her eyes to see Luz standing in front of her.

“Hi, Luz, sorry I didn’t notice you I was just trying to figure out how to word what I was going to say,” Amity said as she stood up and patted the dirt off herself.

“It’s fine, what did you want to tell me anyway?” Luz asked with a nervous smile.

Amity blushed suddenly feeling nervous at thought of telling Luz her feelings. “I-I-I…” Amity stuttered out turning redder than before.

“It’s okay, Amity. Just take your time.” Luz said with a soft smile trying to reassure her crush.

Amity smiled back and took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. “Okay. Do you remember during Grom? How there was someone I was wanting to ask to go with me, but I was too scared of rejection?” Amity asked as she looked down and played with the edge of her sleeves nervously.

‘So, this is about her crush…’ Luz thought as her heart dropped. She wanted to be strong for her dear friend but the thought of Amity with another person hurt a lot more than she was prepared for.

As Amity glanced at her, Luz realized that she hadn’t answered yet. “Yeah, I remember that,” Luz said with a small smile.

“Well, I wanted to tell you who the note was for.” The green-haired girl said blushing as she looked at Luz.

Luz nodded showing that she was listening to the witch closely. The human was scared to speak in case she started to cry.

Amity took a few more deep breaths before finally looking Luz directly in the eyes while blushing bright red.

“The note was to you, Luz,” Amity said with a soft smile while looking straight at the human.

Luz’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

“W-what?” Was all Luz said as she processed what she was told.

Amity looked down feeling the tears build up. “I like you, Luz, as more than just a friend. I wanted to ask you to Grom, but I was too scared. You’re funny, cute, understanding, brave, and just amazing. I… I love you, Luz. I understand though if you don’t feel the same way. I just thought you should know.” Amity finished as a few tears fell as she turned away.

As Luz listened to Amity, she felt her heart beat faster. ‘Amity likes me… No, she loves me! She shares the same feelings! I have to let her know how I feel.’ Luz thought as her face turned a dark shade of red. She noticed the green-haired witch start to walk away.

“Amity, wait!” Luz grabbed Amity’s wrist to stop her from leaving. Amity turned to look at the human who noticed Amity’s tear-stained cheeks.

“I... love you, too,” Luz said shocking the witch who turned red.

Figuring it would be best to explain herself, Luz wiped away Amity’s tears. “I was just so shocked to hear you say that you liked me that I kinda froze. I mean, you’re Amity Blight! You’re beautiful, smart, powerful, dorky, and really sweet. You could literally have anyone in the world and yet… You chose me, a simple human…” Luz said blushing while giving Amity a huge grin.

“Luz, you’re more than just a human. Like I said you’re amazing and if you���re okay with it. I would like to be your girlfriend.” Amity said as she smiled back at Luz while blushing.

Luz couldn’t help but squeal and hug Amity while spinning her around. “Of course, I would like to be your girlfriend.” The two giggled and blushed as they stopped spinning and held each other close.

As they pulled away from the hug, they looked into one another’s eyes lovingly. They both closed their eyes and started lean into one another.

Suddenly they heard a noise which caused the two to jumped away blushing and looking toward where the noise was coming from.

“We know you’re over there watching us. You might as well come out.” Amity said expecting to see just her siblings.

What the two girls didn’t expect was to see Willow, Gus, Eda, King, and even Lilith to also appear.

“Were you all watching us?” Luz asked feeling her cheeks go redder than before.

“Yeah, you seemed like you were going to do something important and we got curious. Your friends were already here when we got here.” Eda said with a shrug like it wasn’t a big deal.

“We kinda eavesdropped on you two at school and were wanting to be here in case you guys needed help,” Willow said sheepishly hoping she didn’t bother her friends.

“And we were just here to see if Mittens was actually going to confess or chicken out again.” Emira chimed in while Edric gave a thumbs up.

“How did you two even know?!” Amity said irritated at her brother and sister.

“Well, you’re not exactly quiet when you talk to yourself,” Edric said with a laugh.

Amity was about to yell at her siblings when she felt a hand grab hers. She looked at Luz who was just smiling softly at her. In an instant, she felt her anger disappear as they intertwined their fingers.

“It’s fine, Amity. Anyway, it’s getting late so we should probably head home but I will see you tomorrow.” Luz said as she squeezed Amity’s hand and smiled.

“Okay, Luz. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Amity responded with a sad smile not wanting Luz to leave.

Luz gave Amity a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you later, beautiful,” Luz said causing Amity to blush.

The two waved bye and everyone went their separate ways. That night though Luz stayed awake blushing as she thought about what happened.

Luz felt like the luckiest girl in the world. ‘Amity likes me and now she’s my girlfriend. I can’t wait to see her tomorrow.’ Luz thought as she sighed before she fell asleep with a bright smile on her face.

[thrushpot]

obstacle 1

Billy Hargrove x fem reader

“24 & 41 w some soft billy 🤧” requested by anonymous.

#24: “You’re trembling.”

#41: “I feel like I can’t breathe.” from dialogue prompts

warning(s): slurs, violence, panic attacks

a/n: angst but it gets better I promise!! title of the fic comes from a fucking phenomenal Interpol song. also beware if you send me a number from a prompt list there’s no way I know how to make it short like a drabble, I only know how to draw it out pretty much haha.

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“What the fuck is the matter with you? Huh?”

Billy’s back had been shoved up against the wall, his lip trembling and eyes red rimmed with unshed tears. His father’s fingers are tightly clutched around his jacket, ugly nostrils widely flared, looking down at his own son as if he were a mistake; as if he were the scum of the fucking earth. And Billy knows that that’s true, too.

“I had to get a call from the sheriff, at—” his father breaks eye contact for a split second to eye the clock that hangs on his son’s bedroom wall, “three-thirty in the goddamn morning, only to be told that my gracious son has been caught stealing chocolate bars from the drugstore, like some fucking delinquent. How do you think this makes me feel, William? As your own flesh and blood,” his father sighs and pats his own chest, pretending like he’s hurt because Billy made a fool of himself and embarrassed his family. Of course, only his father would be making all this about himself yet again and not seeing with his blind dumb eyes that it’s a cry for attention and help.

It was impulsive and stupid, Billy can admit that at least.

He was hungry, he felt like acting out, and there just so happened to be a drugstore nearby and thought it’d be kinda funny. Billy assumed that the security would be shit, and he also assumed he’d be smooth enough to not get caught. He played the part pretty well, at least what he considered to be convincing. Whistling and peeking at his surroundings as he casually stuffed around twelve, maybe even more chocolate bars down his pants and coat pockets and then sprinting like a bat out of hell to the parking lot.

He swore he was in the clear, and would eventually get to enjoy the candy bars and have a funny story to tell you later. Have a happy ending to one of his shenanigans for once, instead of ending in tears and blood. That is until the way-too-beefy-for-this-job clerk behind the counter saw him and called him out before chasing him down, slamming his entire front into the concrete. Holding him there until the boys in blue show up and handcuff his hands behind his back before shoving him in the backseat. The bruises from the comfy cement came out nice and big, Billy already checked them out in the bathroom mirror at the station. Seriously, he’d never seen a guy get that protective over Kit-Kat bars since he was in grade school.

After fucking begging the officers to just let him off the hook and promising it’ll never happen again, that it was just a silly fluke; they had betrayed him, and unsurprisingly at that. Like all authoritative figures have done to him his entire eighteen years of living. The pricks really did it, they really called his dad on him, and now here we are.

“Answer me this instant!”

Billy flinched at the deafening tone his father used to screamed right into his face. Their noses are practically touching. He can even smell his father’s alcohol consumption through his breath, and it’s so fucking grotesque that Billy wants to throw everything he ate that day up.

“I got popped for stealing chocolate, s’not the worst thing I’ve done,” he weakly murmurs, cursing himself internally because he felt a tear bust out of his left eye. He can’t cry in front of this monster, he fucking can’t.

Why can’t this be over with already? Why not just a slap on the wrist, one and done? This shouldn’t be as bad as the time he got caught tripping on acid in the woods that his weird ass classmate Mike gave to him. Yet he’s still here, spitting on Billy’s face and gripping him tighter, voice thundering louder. Susan doesn’t ever give a fuck about what’s happening to her step son, so why would Billy be foolishly praying that she would save the day this time? The helpless boy even imagines a scenario ending with his little step sibling Max stepping in and calling the cops. But all that’s just wishful thinking. Those things only happen to people who are cared about, and nobody gives a rats ass for Billy’s well-being in this household. Not even the cops would throw his nutcase of a father in jail and swallow the key.

The cops only care about petty misdemeanors, such as teenagers stealing candy bars from drugstores. They wouldn’t bat an eye at seeing a troublemaker like Billy with bruises and scabs scattered all over his face. They don’t care. None of them do, and none of them listen either.

“Yeah yeah, sure. It’s just a couple candy bars, right? But here’s how thieves work,” Neil starts his lesson, looking down his nose and pointing a finger at Billy’s face accusingly. “First, it’s just a candy bar. No big deal, right? You’re just having a little fun. Then, it gets bigger. You get away with that, then one day, you think you can get away with stealing a car,” he takes Billy’s jaw in one hand to keep him in place before giving his cheek a quick sharp slap, leaving it stinging and flushing red. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

The first punch is always a shock, and has the teen holding his breath waiting for what the next one will feel like.

“You are a fucking disgrace, a worthless juvenile with nothing better to do,” his father winds up for round two, even grinning like a sadistic bastard. He grins even wider when he sees his son’s face leak with more tears, and hissing when he wipes his own face too hard from brushing the evidence of the blow with his finger. More insults are thrown at him, like “faggot” or “disappointment”. He’s heard it all before, but it’s seeping further into his skull now, right along with his dear old dad’s fist. Cutting deep, deeper than it ever has, and not just in his face.

And Billy, paralyzed and hopless while lying on the ground, realizes that his father had to have been right all along.

Throughout his teens he consciously wondered if he actually was the reason Mom left, or if that’s just his dad fucking with his head. Which usually happens to be the case. But now, Billy is petrified that he’s telling the truth, and he’s giving it to him raw, like a sick reminder of his utter worthlessness. Maybe he will grow up to be no good, just another bum and a thief, getting caught doing more stupid shit. Billy wonders if this is really a sign that he should wise up before it’s too late.

His dad has finally stopped knocking his head into the wall and sucker punching his nose and cheeks, now seemingly satisfied with the work of art done to the boy’s face. With blood pouring from the boy’s nose like a faucet, he scrambles to plug it up and hug himself while bracing for a potential next hit. To Billy’s relief, his dad up and leaves at that, slamming the door behind him with a scoff and more damaging insults murmured under his breath. As soon as the door is shut, the boy fumbles to shove open his window, rushing to crawl the fuck out and nicking his injuries on the way out. He can’t fucking take this anymore.

By the time he’s out in his driveway, tears are still flooding out of his fucked up purple eyes and he rips open his Camaro door. While starting up the engine, he shakes his head before speeding to the only safe place he knows.

Your room.

—

When Billy makes it to your house, still just as hot of a mess as he was when he was being beaten and screamed at, the way up to your room was no picnic. He skinned his knee on the way down, falling three or four times before finally making it. His strength isn’t at it’s best at the moment. He carelessly shoves your window open and stumbles as he climbs through, landing directly on the floor. His back is to your door, and he adjusts himself to sitting with his legs crossed as he waits for your return. You’re probably downstairs, or in the bathroom. He doesn’t fucking know, but he wouldn’t doubt that you’d leave him too, like everyone else had when they discovered how much of a burden all his issues really are. History often repeats itself, and maybe it’s a mistake unveiling his mask and shitting all over you with his fucked up problems, but he doesn’t know where else to go.

Yours and Billy’s relationship strictly consisted of fun. Just joking around without any drama, maybe once in a while getting up to no good together. When you two would drink heavily in your room on weekends, sometimes he’d kiss you but you wouldn’t talk about it in the morning. Because that’d be just too much to deal with, and the packaged guarentee he got with you was that you weren’t anything to deal with. You were the most laid back, good time he’d had in this town. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d snuck up to your window and crawled in, however, it will be the first time he ever showed up this vulnerable and seeking comfort. Your comfort, specifically.

Billy’s back is still facing the door when you finally arrive, and you let out a squeal in fear before recognizing it’s him. You’d know that mullet, that jacket, and those tight blue jeans absolutely anywhere. It was your good friend Billy sitting on your floor.

“Holy shit man, you scared the Jesus outta me. Gimme a warning next time, ay?” you laugh, holding your chest to slow your quick heart down. It’s pretty late, and it’s a typical Saturday. You’re in your pajamas with a rejuvenating green face mask smothered all over your skin, as well as a bowl of cookie dough icecream in your grasp. It almost went flying when Billy had frightened you, and that would’ve been a bitch to clean off the carpet.

“I have some cookie dough icecream here. I could get you your own bowl too, if you want,” you offer, not yet hearing a peep from the boy seated on the ground. He’s eerily quiet, but you’re still oblivious to it all. “I heard this gossip around town, and oh my god, it totally reminded me of you. Some dipshit got caught stealing a bunch of Kit-Kat bars from the store right by your place,” you chuckle, then worry a bit as he remains unresponsive.

“Billy?” you tread lightly as you tip toe closer to him, then observe his shoulders shaking, and then his entire body too as if it were freezing in here or something.

“You’re trembling,” you notice, now terrified of knowing what happened to this boy to make him this freakishly twitchy. You hastily put your hand on Billy’s shoulder before the ice finally breaks. He turns his head to you , finally exposing the dried blood that’s still down his nose, as well as the black and blue all over his face. His tears were falling silently at first until he steadily starts to sob violently, letting you cradle him in your arms and shush him soothingly.

“I’m— I, I didn’t mean to, it was just s’pposted to be a joke, but I messed up so bad, he got so mad at me this time, and—“

“Who? Who got mad at you?”

Billy’s vision is blurring rapidly, to the point of barely seeing any shapes or colors. His chest is heaving up and down way too fast to be normal, and he thinks he’s about to have a fucking heart attack. His dad would probably throw a parade if his son moved into a hospital instead.

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” he panics, whole body still trembling while holding you tight enough to hurt as his salty tears land on your shirt. You could give a fuck about your mask that’s still on your face and getting slightly ruined. Little bits of it is now smothering Billy’s hair, and that makes you want to smile, but this is no time to be smiling.

“Do you want some water? Fuck, I think I have a water bottle in my bag—“

“Please don’t leave me,” he implored, halting you from getting up by burying his beaten face into your chest.

“You got it! I’m staying right here, I swear. Um, I might remember the steps to doing mouth-to-mouth, if you need that?” your eyes are wide and apprehensive, praying to whatever God in the sky that Billy doesn’t die in your arms tonight. That seemed to get him to crack a smile, a weak one, but small progress is still progress. “I’m serious! I might be wishing I payed more attention in class when they talked about this stuff, but I’m here for you. I’m practically PhD certified,” you assure him, sounding less than convincing. Your ignorance is working it’s magic though, humoring Billy and making him finally take deep breaths at a normal rate, instead of the hyperventilating he’d been doing a second ago.

“Pfft. Sure, yeah, I can tell I’m in real good hands here. You got any a’ that cookie dough left, Doc?” he sniffles and licks his lips, staring at the bowl that still has a decent amount of scoops of the dessert left unmelted.

“Hell yeah, and there’s more where that came from. In fact, when you leave tonight, or tomorrow— whatever, you can stay as long as you want— I expect you to gain at least five pounds from this,” you hand the bowl over to his grabby hands, smiling sweetly as he scarfs it down. He suddenly stops for a moment and shrieks when he eats too much too fast, giving himself brain freeze. “You eat faster than my dog.”

“I’ll take the win on that challenge, actually,” he grins, inhaling more of the creamy dessert, letting out occasional hums when he gets an especially good bite of the sugary cookie dough.

After a beat of silence, you decide to get up and put a record on your record player, sticking with a classic Tom Petty album, setting it on low so that there’s some background. You know Billy favors it too, remembering all the drives you’d go on together with Petty playing through his speakers. You head to the bathroom which is only a small distance of five steps away, you grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water to clean Billy’s gross bloody face. You’ve never seen a guy look as fucked up as he did right now in real life. Only in the movies had you seen blood oozing from somebody’s face, or splotchy bruises like polka dots sitting on somebody’s face. Basically, you had no idea how to help him, but you were gonna try. He came to you after all, he trusted you enough to let you see this side of him.

“Is this the part where you give me that line, shit, what is it? Oh yeah, ‘you should have seen the other guy’?” you ask as you go up to him, making sure you’re as gentle as a feather while dabbing the damp lukewarm cloth on his battered cheekbones as he continues to eat.

“Nah, the other guy is just fine if you ask him,” Billy scoffs, finishing the bowl and putting it down next to him. He zips up his jacket further up his neck, then shoves his hands in his pockets as you tend to his wounds.

“You cold?”

“Eh, kinda. Not really though,” he answers, but you’re able to read between the lines at his body language then reach behind you to your bed, dragging a blanket over. Ignoring his protests about not needing to be babied this hard, you wrap it around him. He just shuts up and nods his thanks, holding it tighter by proving you right about how chilly he felt.

“I’m sorry about all this, by the way. I probably freaked you out, and I’m kinda wishing I hadn’t done that,” he sighs, in hindsight realizing how humiliating his meltdown was.

“Don’t apologize for showing emotion. That’s a fucked up male habit,” you scold, the boy nodding vigorously.

“It was me, you know,” he says , resulting in you raising your brows at the questionable ambiguity. He rolls his eyes at having to explain himself then goes on. “I did it. I uh, stole all those Kit-Kats from the store.”

You pause your cleansing his face then can’t hold in your giggles anymore at the fact that you were fucking right, of course Billy would be the one to do a thing like that.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up Y/N,” he claps his hands, sarcastically urging you on.

“C’mon, that’s some priceless shit!”

“At least someone found it funny,” he grumbles, staring down at his hands and the soft blanket keeping him warm.

“What’s the matter with you?” you ask playfully, covering your mouth muffle your boisterous laughter.

That stiffens the boy up, thinking back to his father’s words, “What the fuck is the matter with you, huh?”

“Holy shit, you should’ve called me! I so would’ve been there to like, cause a distraction, maybe flirt with the cashier so that you could take a pack of those expensive cigarettes you’ve always wanted to try,” you laugh, then take his silence into account and find him shutting down again. You don’t know what you said, but you had to make it right.

“Hey, hey now. Don’t get all emo on me again, we were just starting to have some fun,” you peek his undamaged chin up, looking at him in the eyes and trying to stay positive, or better yet keep him distracted from his demons that won’t quit.

“Do, um. You don’t think I’m gonna grow up a low life asshole, do you?” he asks, wanting to hear it from somebody that he’s doing a good job. Making somebody on this earth proud, because pleasing his dad is a lost cause, and getting back his mom is about as likely.

“No. Why? Is it that you think you will?”

“Kinda, yeah. That’s what everyone drills into my head anyways,” he laughs, but you refuse to because that isn’t funny.

“Well if you give me all their names, I’ll go to wherever they’re at and sock them in the face. I don’t care if they’re bigger than me, I’m fucking doing it. Let’s go, come on. What are their names?” you assert without an ounce of humor. Billy’s lips curl into a smile, huddling further into the soft blanket you had given him. He isn’t at all in control of how fucking wide his lips get when he grins, all from the fact that his short stack best friend would do all that just for him. He suddenly wants to rub it in his sad sack of a father’s face that somebody really cares about him.

And he wants to really kiss that somebody right now.

“Think it’s time you wash that uh, whatever that is,” he gestures to the face mask that’s since dried when he came, “Off your face. I could come with you, if you want.”

Your blush is hidden under the green goo, and you nod your head in confirmation before grabbing his hand to lead you two to the bathroom.

“What is it even for, anyway?”

“Oh. For like, exfoliating, and... honestly, I don’t know. It could be complete bullshit, I just threw it on hoping something might happen,” you give up trying to explain your attempt at keeping up with personal hygiene, then Billy just shushes you and points to the sink to hurry you on washing it off.

With a good three minutes of Billy staring intently at you splashing your face with water, you self consciously look away and grab a towel to dry off. He looks you down once more, shakes his head, then leans in and caresses your cheeks with both his hands. His kiss is long and makes you feel so warm and tingly everywhere, but you’re mostly worried about fucking up his face doing this. As if on cue, your nose bonks his, making him moan.

“I’m so so sorry, did that— that hurt you, didn’t it?” you ask with dread, before he shuts you up with another kiss, not letting what his dad had done to him stop him from enjoying you. After making out by the sink for as long as he could hold out for, the two of you pull back and take a breather, still panting and smiling so happily. He pets your perfect cheeks that rest in his palms, and he hums in thought before speaking.

“Your skin’s real soft,” he observes.

“Yeah? Thanks, I um. Guess the face mask isn’t total bull after all,” you laugh, most of it coming from the nerves.

“Huh. I could try it sometime, yunno, only if you keep your mouth shut about it,” he playfully threats, poking you in your stomach as you continue laughing from how it tickled you.

Billy decides to stay the night at yours, playing the little spoon in your arms tonight. Tom Petty is still quietly singing from your record player, the empty bowl that was once filled with cookie dough icecream still sitting on the floor. The boy’s face hasn’t gotten much better, and he knows he’ll have to deal with his dad again tomorrow. It’s inevitable, really. But he knows now that you’re by his side, ready and willing to even whoop his dad’s ass if he gets him hurt again. And that’s more than enough for Billy to feel like he can really pull through.

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happier about how this one turned out:) thank you all so much for being so kind and patient and everything. the people who write on here are wonderful, the people who read on here are wonderful, everybody is so amazing and I can’t express how grateful I am!!

I really wanted to write the reader as being kinda clueless about what to do with taking care of him, cause I’ll be honest, I have no idea what I’d do if a guy like him ever came to me looking super fucked up😂

[grouptalekindnesssoulstories]

You can’t be my soulmate!

So, I kinda got a sugar rush when I was watching a tiktok compilation on youtube. And the idea of the first words but with multiple people popped in my head. So I decided to do a lil snippet. I may still have too much in my system but eehhhhhhh just makes my brain go zoom!

Warnings: Misgendering, manipulation, a mention of homophobia, mention of disownment

What are you laughing at hot topic? haunted each day that Virgil didn’t find his soulmate. 

I love the new outfit caused Roman to switch up his attire everyday he could, but being a well-known actor made that a common sentence. Not a very common first sentence luckily. 

Thanks, why wear those gloves? shamed Ethan every time they removed the aforementioned gloves. 

___

I fiddled with my newest piercing, the third on my ears. I had gotten it less than two months ago, which had gotten dirty looks from my parents when i saw them. They had disowned me several years prior after learning I was gay, and trans. With a shit-eating grin, I flipped them a double bird. After they turned away in horror, I mounted my motorcycle and roared down the streets. I parked it behind the restaurant I worked at, locking it up on a special pole my brother had installed when I got hired. 

“Reeem. Seen our parents lately?” I called as I shoved open the back door. He poked his head back, tilting his sunglasses down as I removed my patchwork hoodie.

“What parents. All you’ve got is me, babes. But, yes. I saw the people who birthed us a few days ago. I assume you ran across them and they disapproved?”

“Of what? My top surgery, new piercing? Answer to that one is all of it” I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and waved to one of his partners, Remus. I tapped my ear after tying on an apron. He pulled out his ear so I could see the blue pin in it. I shot a thumbs-up as I straightened my posture to wait on my first table. The first few hours passed in a blur of people I didn’t care to make note of. 

“Excuse me, sir. I believe we have a reservation?” A weedy man flagged me down. I raised an eyebrow as I checked the schedule. 

“Only one, and that’s for R. Roy. One sec-” I turned around and shouted over my shoulder “Re? What time was the reservation coming in?” 

“That’s for m-”

“Uh, 3 o’clock or so” Remus surfaced, cutting off the man. 

“I’m afraid I’m here on Mr. Roy’s beh-” The man tried again, this time I cut him off. 

“That was twenty minutes ago. And where did Brit go? They were supposed to be doing this” 

“EXCUSE ME. I AM HERE TO MAKE SURE MR. ROY’S TABLE IS READY” The man practically screamed, cutting off our conversation. 

“Ah, I’m afraid he’ll have to come himself. We only answer to our customers” Re cut in, smiling wide. 

“You and I both know that isn’t true you idiot” An almost-familiar voice accompanied the man himself. 

“RoRo!” My sibling-in-law immediately brightened, scooping the smaller man into a hug. I chuckled behind one hand as the man made breathless protests. When he was at last released, my laughter got louder because it was the Roman Roy, and his appearance was all mused up now. 

“I’m so sorry sir! I’ll go get your backup right now!” The assistant started to buzz nervously around the famous man, reminding me of a fly. 

“No, no. I’ll be fine. This is a family place, so it’s not a big deal if I look a little messed up” He soothed, waving the man out the door. My laughter had not ceased by the time he had turned his attention to me. 

“What are you laughing at hot topic?” I clasped my wrist as the words tattooed across it flared with heat. I shoved the discomfort down, offering my hand.

“Only your fly-like assistant. I’m Virgil Maelstrom. I’m the younger brother of that idiot’s partner. Or one of them at least” Mr Roy took my hand, shaking it briskly before following Remus to the table near the counter. I pulled down my sleeve to see a name written under my words. Roman. I was soulmates with ROMAN ROY the singer! How did I end up with him. Emile caught me staring numbly as new words appeared beneath the original ones. 

“So. Finally met your soulmate?” They asked, a soft smile gracing their features. The smile that had caused my crush all those years ago. I had long grown out of it, but it still held power for their partners and me. 

“One of them I guess. It’s Roman Roy” I whispered the last part, showing them my arm. They hummed thoughtfully, messaging their own wrist. Rem had told me about his own experiences all those years ago, but to actually experience it was insane. 

“Well, why don’t you go tell him?” 

“I...can’t. He didn’t react to me saying anything. It was like I was just another person, y’know?” 

“Well, as your sibling-in-law, I say we’re gonna tell him. C’mon” They pulled me after them. I tried to make excuses, but the doctor was in full help mode. There would be no stopping them. 

“Uh, what’s up honey?” Re asked, looking confused at the determined march. 

“Roman. Good to see you. I found you a soulmate” They yanked me forward as they spoke, lighting up in pride. 

“Look, I’m sorry. They’re just re-” I started babbling, reaching my exposed arm up, forgetting it was free for anyone to read. 

“That’s my name” A soft voice interrupted me. Then a whoop from Re shattered the shock. 

“Lil’ bro! Look at that, two siblings, two chance meetings in this restaurant!”

“What did you say your name was-ow!” He cried out as words burned into his arm. Only your fly-like assistant -Virgil appeared beneath another set of words.

“I- Virgil. I’m Virgil Maelstrom. And it looks like we have another soulmate” He scooted over, nodding for me to sit by him. I took it hesitatingly, watching as his hands started moving as Remus drew him back into a conversation. The shop was closed as Roman ate, and paid for the rest of us to join him. I buzzed nervously, playing my my earring once more. It wasn’t until we were cleaning up when Roman approached me. 

“So. Uh. Virgil? Would you. Would you w-. Wouldyoubemyboyfriend?” He stammered, so at odds with how he was when in the public eye. I nodded mutely, and he swept me into a hug. 

~Elsewhere, A few months later?~

My hands shook as I reached for the top shelf. I wobbled, leaning heavily on my cane. I snarled, planting my cane firmly and stretching for the stuff I had put up there. 

“Sir, do you need help?” A woman approached me. I nodded, and she got it down easily. 

“Thank you mx-”

“Oh, no. It’s Mrs. Smith. Have a good day sir!” She pranced off, ignoring my protest that I was not a ‘sir’. The fire that had scarred me burned away my gender too. I hoisted the bag onto my good shoulder and walked the opposite way. I did not look forward to returning to the place I was forced to call ‘home’. 

“I’m home” I called, opening the door slowly. My girlfriend ran around the corner, beaming. 

“Sweetie! I missed you so much! I was gonna be so sad if you hadn’t gotten back so soon!” She nearly yelled, her face dropping slightly at the thought. 

“No, I wouldn’t. You know I try to be home as soon as I can” I offered a soothing smile. She took my cane and dragged me after her. She ignored my winces, her face screwed up so she couldn’t see. I kept as quiet as I could until the tv concert of Double R. I beamed as he sung, his current outfit looking so much better on him than the previous. When it had finished, my girlfriend was fast asleep on the opposite side of the couch. On a complete whim, I stood up and limped to the door. Taking my cane, I set out on a walk. 

~~~~

“Ro, be careful. You’re easily recognizable” Virgil begged as I stepped outside.

“Don’t worry my storm cloud. I promise to not draw unnecessary attention-” He snorted so I revised my statement with a glare “-I promise not to draw any attention to myself. I’ll be back soon” 

“Whatever. I’ll have my phone on me, so call if you get in trouble” He closed the door behind him. We had been dating for a few months, and they’d been the best (and safest, but don’t tell Virgil that) of my life. I couldn’t wait to meet the third member of our soulmate bond though. I drew the hood of my sweatshirt, borrowed from Virge, up over my head. I wandered aimlessly for a while before deciding to get some milkshakes before heading back. I bumped into someone as I was putting in my earbuds.

“Oh my gosh, are you ok?!” I asked them, and they waved me off. 

“Yea whatever” They mumbled to the ground. I offered them a hand up. They took it and when meeting my eyes, just stared. 

“I love the new outfit!” They finally blurted out. I let out a yelp as my arm suddenly got warm. 

“Thanks! I uh, I think you should know that you may be my second soulmate?” I said, drawing back my sleeve to show them my first message. Just like when Virgil’s message had finally appeared on my arm, there was a name there now. Blocky letters spelled out: Ethan. 

“I...yea. That’s my name. I’m Ethan! Ethan Snips. They/them please” they spoke hurriedly. I nodded, sweeping them up into a hug. 

“C’mon! You’ve gotta meet your other soulmate now” I smiled as they stared in disbelief when my own first sentence to them appeared with my name. 

___

I was soulmates with Roman. Roy! And there was a third person. I obviously needed to meet them as I had their message left. But I had two soulmates and one of them is famous!

“Wait I- nevermind. Please, just take me to meet them” I smiled, limping after him as quickly as possible. He bought three milkshakes, which he rudely refused to give me mine until we got back. We were near his trailer when I heard her. 

“She doesn’t sound happy” Roman turned nervously towards the sound.

“No, she isn’t. Hurry, please” I nearly shoved him in my haste to get away. 

“Bad?” He asked, meeting my eyes. I noticed he didn’t even seem to register my scars

“Very bad” I nodded, raising a hand up towards my blind eye as if it would keep her from coming. 

“HELP! SECURITY!” He screamed at the top of his lungs before scooping me up and running. I yelped, clinging to my cane and the arm wrapped around my chest. 

“Princey, you idiot, what did you do!” A dark haired man appeared, one hand already on his hip.

“Reeescued someone?” Roman smiled charmingly. 

“You idiot. He’s pretty, so I can see why you wanted to be knight in shining armor”

“No, you’re prettier. Handsome! Like the moon” I mumbled dazed. 

“Thanks, why wear those gloves?” I saw his frazzled gaze on my threadbare gloves. I clapped one hand to my arm where  warmth radiated suddenly. I raised my cane in answer.

“This is Ethan! Our second soulmate! Uh, they/them. I need to explain to the head of security why I uh...just screamed. Have fun!” Roman dashed out the door. 

“I’m Virgil. I’m assuming that was your mark suddenly warm, so my name should be under it” He sat a few feet away, playing with a small ball. I checked, and that was true. He didn’t move any closer or try to continue the conversation. It seemed like his question was more of a defense mechanism than him actually asking. 

“Virgil?”

“Hm? What’s up?” He looked up.

“What’s your family like?” There was a small chuckle as he picked up the ball and started tossing it between his hands.

“Well, I’m assuming you don’t want to hear about my parents. They disowned me a few years back. My older brother Remy basically raised me anyways. He married Ro’s older sibling, and Dr. Picani. I work at the restaurant they own. I met Ro a few months back when he came in, and we started dating” 

“Oh.” I traced the end of my shoe in thought. 

“Here. A secret for a secret? I’ll you something most people don’t know about me for something about you?” 

“Uh, sure. My middle name is Daniel”

“Ohhhh that’s kinda sweet! Well, I’m trans”

“Huh. And once again society has made equal exchange impossible”

“Ah! I see we have a philosopher” Roman came back in, kicking off his shoes and handing out replacement milkshakes.

“Yea. it happened aft-After a certain`”

“You don’t have to tell us if you’re not ready. We have time” Virgil interrupted me. 

“No. No, I want it in the open. I was caught in a fire, which caused serious damage to most of my left side, and my hands” I pulled off my gloves, showing the scars that across them. Virgil reached over, offering a hand in invitation. I shook my head and he withdrew it without comment. I already felt safer with these two than I had with anyone else. 

[loveseungs]

stray kids reacting to you waking them up by kissing them all over their face

requested by anon

a/n: oh hell very nice

warnings: very soft things ahead read @ ur heart’s own risk

chan

- o heck - o goodness - where even do u start - he’ll prolly be passed the heck out if he even gets the chance to sleep - so like,, u’d often avoid tryna wake him up - esp caus we ALL KNO HE NEEDS IT,,, LIKe,,, - anyway - but he already slept for a good 10 hours and u know he needed to be somewhere so u hopped over to the side of the bed n started showering channie in kisses - just!! some soft n innocent pecks all over his face - his eyes slowly flutter open n he’s kinda confused for 5 secs but when he realizes he’s being,, showered in love n affection… the BIGGEST smile appears on his face - ok u know the face chan makes when he smiles rlly big where his eyes sorta disappear and he giggles a lil bit while smiling - fricfricfricfric abort mission as a chan stan im attacking myself - he’s just grinning like a fool and ur beginning to get flustered so u stop - he takes this opportunity to smooch ur nose - “good morning, sunshine!”

woojin

- i’d like 2 imagine u often fall asleep cuddling woojin bc he’s The Bear of the Century - he’s just… v v v warm and soft - but one time u guys fell asleep on the couch after watching some good ol’ romcoms, buried in each other’s arms - u were very much asleep but the sun kinda hit ur eyes as it seeped through the curtains and u woke up, feeling a little bit of weight on ur waist - u realized woojin was still snuggled into u - ajdlkasjdklajlkdajsl ur heart was melting wow what does it feel like 2 wake up smothered under the snuggles of the love of ur life - u shifted ur postion to plant tiny kisses all over his face bc ksjaldjlaksjldaj kim woooooooojin - like he was already awake bc u shifted in ur position but he decided to pretend he was sleeping so he could receive more kisses - kim woojin is a sly lil’ fricker ʕ •ᴥ• ʔʕ •ᴥ• ʔ - when woojin opened his eyes suddenly and smiled his Woojin SmileTM,, u almost fell out of the couch - “ur awake!!!” u exclaimed, covering ur face - “yes, I am,” he answered, pulling u into a close hug - suddenly ur face was like - 0.5 cm away from his n jkdslkdalsdjklasjdlka - he rested his forehead on urs so he could stare into your eyes,, which he thought were just. ugh. So heckn beautiful - “I didn’t expect to be woken up in such a pleasant way,” he admits, letting his eyes linger on yours.

minho

- ughhh I feel like minho loves this sorta thing - k so like - minho took one glance at his cats and decided that he was jealous of them bc they were sleeping so peacefully - so he decided, ‘yknow,, I’m going to take a good, well-deserved nap.’ - thing is - he forgot u were coming over to hang - when u got to his house, u saw minho just,, paSSED OUT on the couch - lmao me - u were just gonna let him sleep more for a bit caus g00dness knows he is in need of rest - but soonie and doongie started to meow and paw at their empty bowls - smh minho,, feed ur siblings - so u kneel down beside the couch and attempt to wake minho up - but ofC NOT BEFORE PULLING OUT UR PHONE AND SNAPPING PICS OF THIS BAREFACED BEAUTY - usually people look decent sleeping,,, but minho was just,, OUT COLD LMAO - next time minho teased u,,, u had smth u could use against him (◕ ˬ ◕✿) - its not like u took pics bc he looked rlly cute and peaceful,,, like,,, um,,, TOTALLY NOT - anyway,, his cat-siblings were getting kinda hungry so u moved over n started 2 plant smol kisses on his face - he mumbled some incoherent strings of sounds, but ended up fluttering his eyes open - when he realized it was u pressing kisses on his face, he just grinned - “oh?” he teased. “can’t resist me, can you?” - but his confident demeanor couldn’t fool you. you saw his ears turn bright (and I mean BRIGHT) pink - “no, not really. It’s more for you because I know you like it so much.” - “so do it more, why don’t you?”

changbin - CHANGBIN FALLS ASLEEP EVERYWHERE AND ANYWHERE - JUST SAYING - LIKE,, HE’S THE MEMBER MOST OFTEN CAUGHT SLEEPING ON VLOG - so when you find him knocked out cold in the studio, you’re not even surprised - it’s supposed to be lunch break but the others made u go and get changbin, who they thought was still working on music prod - NO! HE’S ASLEEP - u walk towards the sleeping boy and kiss the top of his head!! - ughh he smells good - a natural, fruity scent - wow seo changbin. just marry me - u make ur way from his hair to his forehead, then to the tip of his nose, then his cheeks - u were even considering giving him a short peck on the lips but u were interrupted bc those lips u wanted 2 kiss started to turn upwards into a smile - his eyes were closed but u could tell he was awake n u started 2 kinda get flusterd bc ‘O NO CHANGBIN CAUGHT ME BEING SOFT’ - expecting some kind of witty remark about his handsomeness, you brace yourself… only to find… - changbin looking at u with such a tender gaze - asklajdlksjdklad reader,, - he is so in love with you. - his eyes say it all: the way he stares at you so delicately is proof that he, seo changbin, is deeply, madly in love with you. - “So… are you gonna continue and kiss me on my lips? I mean… it’s too late to stop now.”

hyunjin

- LSJADLSDJLKASJDLKASJDAS HWANG HYUNJIN IS WHIPPED FOR KISSES - like honestly - he loves receiving kisses just as much as he loves giving them - this is actually how he wakes u up quite often���by smothering u in lil’ smooches - HE MAKES SURE HIS LIPS ARE ALWAYS IN PERFECT CONDITION BC HE N E E D S TO BE SURE THAT WHOEVER RECEIVES HIS KISSES LOVE THEM - and o my hell, u rlly do - but one time, you wake up and he’s still asleep, cuddling his pillow - this is when u decide to turn the tables and for the first time… pepper him in kisses - just. all over his face - but wait. U wanted 2 make sure they were The Best,, so u even took an extra step and quietly made ur way to the bathroom to brush ur teeth - THE LEAST U COULD DO WAS KISS HIM SMELLING DECENT, ALRIGHT - anyway, u crawled into bed again and started to smooch him all over his face - u just - admired every single one of his facial features and kissed them - he woke up with a sleepy giggle and before u knew it,, u were the one being smothered in kisses - “I see you’re trying to use my tricks on me. That’s so adorable.” - EVERY TIME I IMAGINE SLEEPY HYUNJIN I KINDA DIE A LITTLE BC SLEEPY!HYUNJIN ON CAMERA’S REALLY REALLY CUTE henlp im soft - bonus: on days hyunjin is especially hard to wake up, you do end up kissing him but he replies with the most obscure things - you: smooches him - him: “please don’t tell me they ran out of chicken”

jisung

- listen - anything u do to jisung makes him weak - he’s just so - HE LOVES!! AFFECTION - he’s constantly asking u if u could meet up - I mean, in regards to ur schedules - bc he rlly enjoys being w u !! - and u love 2 be with him - Saturday nights became hangout night for u two - usually u’d go shopping or take a walk in the part - sometimes even just go on spontaneous trips to far away - but tonight, yall jus wanted to stay in - the weather has been cold lately, so yall opted to jus snuggle and watch Netflix - it was already quite late when ur movie finished and by the time it did, jisung was sleeping on ur shoulder - ‘ah.. he must be tired,’ you thought, examining his face - he looked,,, so tranquil, so calm… - what a rare moment bc we all know he’s rlly l o u d - but ur shoulder was starting to hurt and u wanted to make sure u could sleep comfortably - “jisung,” you whispered, planting a kiss on his forehead. “wake up… the movie’s over and I don’t want to sleep sitting down.” - he stirred a little bit, but his eyes remained closed - “jisuuuuungggg…” you mumbled, “if you don’t wake up, I’m going to kiss you.” - he’d woken up already, but seeing as you made such an offer, he mustered all his strength not to smile and pretended he was asleep - you sighed and smooched his cheeks. “jisuuung, wake up.” - “no,” he said quietly. “if I do, you won’t kiss me.” - gosh darn fellas which kdrama is this - why am I writing such cheesy things,,, I actually apologize - “can we please not sleep sitting down??? My back hurts, okay??” you requested, slapping jisung’s squirrel cheeks playfully. - “okay, but you have to wake me up like that again tomorrow.”

felix

- one word: - disaster - absolute calamity - rule 1: don’t make lee felix’s heart melt or else - but like - u, dear reader, are a rule breaker - anyway - ur neighbors w/ felix so u can easily just barge into his house n wake him up for school - and that’s what’d happen anyway - you guys would wake up, wake each other up, get ready, then head out together - it was just an average morning, and u went over to felix’s house like usual - his mom kindly let u inside and thanked u for always taking time to wake her mess of a son up - “it’s my pleasure,” you answered, heading to his room - sdjaklsdjlaskdjal did I ever mention - felix is THE BIGGEST KID ever - sometimes, it’s hard to spot him on his bed because there are like,,, - A LITERAL MOUNTAIN OF PLUSHIES - and some of them are really big - so u walk over to him and in the whirlpool of stuffed toys, you spot his face - its kinda funny how he’s sprawled out on his bed tho - if u took out the blanket, u’d see his limbs just,, everywhere - so when I say he’s sprawled out, he’s really sprawled out - gosh was this what u were gonna deal with in the married life??? - anyway u went to just smack him in the head w a pillow - like usual - but then for some reason - his face looked extra cute today - maybe it was the plushies - maybe its just because he’s sleeping - you knew rule 1 said: don’t make lee felix’s heart melt or else - but !! the way !! he was !! lying there !! - u could not resist and u kissed every single freckle on his face - “wake up, sleepyhead,” you whispered, running a hand through his hair - when he woke up and realized what was happening - he s c r e a m e d - rip headphone users - yall know how he screamed when changbin kissed him in the survival show, right?? - yeah, THAT, but 10x more wild - he just let out a ghastly scream and fell off the bed,, - wrapped himself in his blanket - “felix!!” you exclaimed, “what’s wrong??” - “STOP!! IT’S TOO EARLY TO BE IN LOVE WITH YOU, [Y/N]!!!!!!”

seungmin

- he’s not the biggest person on skinship - I mean yeah he was cool with it but it wasn’t something he’d search for every second - homeboy’s jus chill - he’s a very diligent boy who believes that rest is v impt so he always makes sure to sleep early so he can wake up early - so usually its him who wakes u up with a gentle pat and a kind “good morning!” - but one time, u find out that he’s out late because minho insists that skz extends practice for a little bit - that little bit turned into a p LONG WHILE - totally not bc they fooled around during practice,,, lmao… what r u talking about - anyway, long story short, seungmin gets home late,, but he doesn’t rlly care bc it’s a weekend after - he finds u already asleep and though he’s disappointed he can’t talk to u now, he settles in to just cuddle u until he falls asleep - when u woke, u were surprised to feel a weight on ur waist - aaaand there it was folks, a seungmin in slumber - aaaaaaahhh u were lowkey shocked bc!!! Seungmin !! was cuddling u!! - rare - u felt very thankful and happy that seungmin had u tight in his arms - for a while, u just laid in bed and thought about how much u loved this boy - soft morning hours = very open - it wasn’t until he shuffled and turned to the other side of the bed when u decided to wake him up so u could have breakfast - u decided to kiss seungmin all over his beautiful face !! - when he woke up, he frowned… - “…ew, [y/n]. you’re so cheesy.” - u scrunched ur nose. “mmm? You don’t like it?” - “no, not really,” he answered, leaning to kiss you on the lips.

jeongin

- ASDFGHJKL OKAY SO LIKE - highschool!au real quick hope u don’t mind - u were dating jeongin for quite some time - and u were v v v v v happy with it !! he treated u very well - whenever u’d go out, he’d always be rlly considerate - lmao the first time u went out,,, he bought a nice jacket that ur friends said u found cute on guys - he TRIED to impress u, and u couldn’t help but laugh bc the tag of the jacket was still on the back, which means he must’ve only bought the jacket in attempts to make u swoon or smth - anyway - u were really in love with his sweet boy - this sweet boy… who u wanted to surprise after his chorale practice - but as the evening crept in closer, u started to worry - where was jeongin?? - he wasn’t in the practice room - u checked everywhere !!! and he wasn’t there!!! - u even shot him a message but he didn’t reply - ur last stop was the library, and lo and behold - homeboy fell asleep on his books - we stan a hardworking student folks - u couldn’t help but giggle - shaking him lightly, u mumbled, “hey jeongin… wake up, it’s late and the library’s about to close.” - all he did was move his head and stir a little bit - his bangs covered his eyes a little, and u decided to brush them off… - … A MISTAKE - suddenly he looked RLLLLLLY MCHECKIN’ CUTE - oh dear oh no - ur cheeks flushed and u didn’t know what to do - asdfghjkl u SORTA RLLY WANTED TO KISS HIM - u don’t know what washed over u, but in a sec, u were peppering kisses on this sleeping boy’s face - his eyes flickered open and as he felt your lips brush against the skin on his face,,, - his cheeks became tinted with strawberry red - his ears??? PINK AS THE DAY - HE COULDN’T EVEN SPEAK PROPERLY - “t-thank you for kissing me!!!!” was all he could say before melting in his seat.

[dogbearinggifts]

Beauty in the Mundane, Chapter Three: Odd Ones Out

Author’s Note: This is chapter 3 of my AU answering this petition from @scotty-the-t-rex for Hazel and Agnes to go back in time and adopt the Hargreeves kids. If this is the first time you’re seeing this fic on your dash, you can start with the prologue and move from there, or search all chapters with the tag “hazel and agnes adopt the hargreeves au.” 

The whole fic is also available on AO3. 

No song inspiration for this chapter title. I just realized I’d given a perspective from all of the odd-numbered kids, in order, and decided to add one from Vanya too. 

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They landed in a motel room—Luther knew that much. The small space, the two beds with nondescript coverings, the nightstand and chair in one corner and bathroom in another all spoke to a dwelling meant to welcome strangers for a few nights before shooing them onward. He’d stayed in a hotel only once before, accompanied by a police officer and social workers while they waited on Louise and Albert to sign paperwork and do whatever else they’d done to bring Luther and his siblings into their home as their foster children.

And now they were dead.

Luther knew he ought to feel something, an emotion so overpowering it dissolved him in tears. That was what Klaus had done when evidence of their deaths intruded on his waking world; and while Dad had said Klaus needed to feel more shame over the constant waterworks, the deaths of two people so kind seemed a good reason to start crying. It seemed fair. It seemed right.

Yet no matter how long he thought about their sudden departures from the world of the living, all he felt was a twisting guilt in his middle.

“You’re…Luther, right?”

Luther looked up. He’d noticed her sink onto the bed beside him, but it hadn’t registered as something important until she spoke. “Yeah.”

“I’m Agnes. How are you doing? Are you feeling okay?”

He felt tired, more so than the night Dad had been taken and the police had asked all those questions. An itch crawled beneath every inch of his skin. His head felt as though someone had punched his brain with a wad of cotton. But he didn’t know if there was time to indulge those weaknesses, so he nodded.

“You sure? Is there anything you need?”

The answer was Yes, but he didn’t know what it was he needed. So he shrugged.

“All right.” 

Agnes. He hadn’t heard that particular name before, but it sounded as sweet as she looked.

She repeated her questions and introduction with the rest of his siblings, but she went out of order. Louise had done that too, introducing herself to Allison before moving on to Ben and then Diego. But then, Louise had seemed surprised and more than a little horrified when Luther explained their ranks, so maybe family outsiders just didn’t understand.

“Where’d we land?” she asked once she’d spoken to each of Luther’s siblings in turn.

“1987.” The man’s name was Hazel—Luther remembered that much from the way Klaus had said it. “I’ve got some bills from right around then. Should be enough to get us a room for a night or two.”

“That seems kinda close.”

If that small question of his judgement stoked his anger, Hazel didn’t show it. “I know. But we’ll need some time to figure out where to go next.”

Agnes’ gaze swept over each of the siblings in turn before landing back on Hazel. “We don’t have a lot of options, do we?”

Hazel emptied his pockets onto the small desk. “It’s just a matter of pickin’ the least terrible year with the smallest chance of causin’ a paradox.” He took a seat in the chair, sifting through bills.

This wasn’t unexpected, or shouldn’t have been. If Louise and Albert were dead and Hazel had seen fit to spirit them off to another year in the middle of the night, there was an even greater need to hide as far from 1997 as possible. Of course they’d go further away than 1987. Of course they’d have to consider their destination year carefully. He just figured they’d have thought it all over before finding them and taking them away.

Hazel finished counting out a few bills and stood, tucking them into one pocket, then put those he’d rejected in the other. “I’ll go pay for this room and then we can figure out our next move.”

“You sure they’ll let us have it?”

He snorted. “At this kinda place? That’s one of the more normal requests they get.”

*********

The grown-ups hadn’t left the room to talk. 

Hazel had left and returned with a key to the room they occupied. Once he had it in hand, Agnes had turned on the television, clicked through channels until she landed on a program that caught everyone’s interest, and then went to the table by the window to talk with Hazel. Allison knew the program was intended less as a genuine amusement and more as a distraction so she and Hazel could speak a bit more freely, but they both remained there. 

“How far back do we need to go?” 

Hazel sighed. He’d taken a small handful of coins from his pocket and placed them on the table a few minutes prior, causing Agnes to observe that they might not need to worry about money for a while. He held one of those coins, a gold one, between two fingers as he seemed to turn Agnes’ question over in his mind. Much as Allison longed to move closer and see what was so special about those coins, she remained still. 

“We’ve gotta take ‘em far back enough that we’ll avoid a paradox for at least a couple years. Dunno what happens when we cause a paradox, but the Commission went to a fair amount of trouble to avoid ‘em.” 

“So we’ll need to go back to before the fifties, since that’s when I was born.” 

“You and I should be okay, long as we stay away from anywhere we grew up. Commission’ll be keeping more of an eye on the kids.” 

There was that word again: the Commission. Hazel had taken the coins as a means of passive revenge on them—a “middle finger to the Handler,” as he put it—but from all Allison had gathered, they weren’t angry about the coins. Something else had caught their attention, something that had sent them out in search of Allison and her family. 

Neither adult had said as much, but it seemed both thought the Commission responsible for whatever had killed Louise and Albert. Dad had never mentioned this Commission, and she’d never heard of it from Louise, Albert, or any of the police officers or social workers she’d spoken to in those days after they took Dad away. He’d predicted other threats—wicked inventors, cults, theatrical villains and general crooks—but the Commission had been clever enough to slip his notice and quick enough to kill both foster parents. 

“If we’re gonna play it safe,” Hazel said, “I’d say we need to take ‘em to the forties or fifties at the latest. The 1950s, not the 1650s.” 

“The fifties?” Agnes’s voice lacked the shock of incredulity, but there was plenty of uncertainty to make up for it. “Hazel, are you sure?” 

“It’s the closest decade where they can actually hide. Sixties might work, but anything past the seventies is too soon. We don’t have to stay forever, either. Once they’re old enough, they can decide what they wanna do.” He paused, set the coin down and nudged another without lifting it. “For what it’s worth, I don’t want to take these kids past the late forties.” 

The coins clinked as Agnes gave one a nudge of her own. “I guess if we bought some land, built a house and kept to ourselves, they’d have a better chance at staying out of the public eye.”

“Keep ‘em away from any Commission hires in town,” Hazel agreed. “Give ‘em a chance to just be kids.” He sighed again. “You know anything about farming?” 

“I had a little herb garden for a while.” 

Hazel said nothing for a long moment, and Allison knew she could get him to say more. Four words, then a few more, and she’d have everything she wanted to know. I heard a rumor you told me all about the Commission. I heard a rumor you told me why we have to hide. I heard a rumor you told me everything. 

Luther had said, after they’d been taken from the Academy but before they went to stay with Louise and Albert, that they ought to be careful about using their powers. “Dad said he’d take us out of the Academy when we were ready for the world and the world was ready for us,” he’d said. 

“W-w-we’re out now,” Diego had said. 

“And Dad’s somewhere else. We’ve gotta be careful.” 

Dad knew about her power. He’d always known, as far as she was aware; some of her earliest memories featured him standing over her shoulder, urging her to do it, say it, do as I instructed, Number Three. But she’d never been certain if he always knew when she used it, or if those times when he commanded her to use it were the only moments he was aware. I heard a rumor you let me rest bought her enough time after training to catch her breath and stand without nausea doubling her over, but the memory of what had come after I heard a rumor you didn’t make me train at all next week still brought a shudder. She’d gained a day or two of freedom, but something had happened within them. Maybe her rumors wore off eventually. Maybe Pogo had told. Maybe Dad was only susceptible to smaller rumors, immune to big ones. Whatever the case, she’d pushed too far. 

Louise hadn’t seemed to know when Allison used her power, nor had Albert. She hadn’t used it more than a handful of times during their stay, and she still wasn’t sure where the lingering guilt came from. Maybe it was what Luther had said, maybe it was the fact their foster parents still hadn’t known at their deaths. Maybe there had simply been no need for I heard a rumor you let me have whatever I wanted for breakfast when Louise had already placed half a dozen choices on the table. Whatever the case, if Allison could use her power on her foster parents and leave them none the wiser, maybe the same would hold true for Hazel and Agnes. 

But then, they knew about her powers—or they knew about Five’s, at any rate. If they could watch Five blink upstairs and back down without so much as a yelp, they could be expecting a rumor. Maybe that wouldn’t change things and maybe it would. She wouldn’t know until she tried. 

Agnes lifted a different coin, a bronze one with uneven edges. “These all look so new.” 

“Picked ‘em up same year they were minted, most cases.” 

“I’ve never tried to sell coins before,” she said, “but won’t they try to check to make sure they’re real or something?” 

Hazel said nothing for a long moment. “I can spend a couple weeks in the past, get back in an hour or so.” 

“What if they decide it’s fake?” 

Again Hazel was silent, but Allison knew an answer would come. He was the grown-up, after all, and he’d found the seven of them in what seemed like the nick of time. He could jump between decades as easily as she could jump from one stair to another. She held her breath in case his eventual words were too quiet for her to hear over her own breathing. 

“I don’t know,” Hazel said at last. “Guess we’ll need another plan.” 

Allison let out her breath, but it did nothing to calm the fear coiling in her middle. She wanted to burrow under the covers. She wanted to fling open the door and run out in her pajamas, to keep running until she was as far from Hazel and Agnes as they were from the Academy. 

I heard a rumor you took us all back. 

The words were there in her head, ready to be spoken. If they knew about her powers, if they guessed what she’d done later, if they came for them all again—well, she’d deal with that when it happened. She just wanted to go back to Louise and Albert. 

No. She didn’t. She wanted to go back to the Academy. Back to a room that was hers and hers alone, back to Mom humming as she cooked dinner. Back to Pogo and the way he called her Miss Allison, back to training and threats and praise and tears. 

Back to Dad. 

Allison hugged her knees to her chest, burying her face to hide the welling tears. She knew what a rumor would do to Dad. She knew what she could get and what would get her in trouble, what she could say and what she had to keep in her head. And when she slipped up, when she pushed a rumor further than she should, she knew what the next few days or weeks would be like. With Dad, she knew what to expect. 

With Hazel and Agnes, there was no sense in setting expectations at all. 

*******

Five wasn’t close enough. 

He was close enough to hear specific words over whatever the cartoons on TV were saying. He was close enough to make out the details of their next plan—something involving interest and getting to the year 1929 before the banks started running—but he wasn't there at that table. He wasn’t next to it, wasn’t close enough to loose all of the questions crowding his mind, wasn’t close enough to see the briefcase and examine every lock and latch. 

Five looked toward the window that remained firmly shut against the day. It was day—he’d seen as much when Hazel opened the door to head down to the front desk—but he hadn’t seen much else beyond a railing and a parking lot with a few pine trees scattered around. That offered a clue as to where they’d landed, but not a strong one.

“If we wanted to build a farm or something out in the middle of nowhere, there’s a lot of places we could go. Especially back then.” Agnes gave a small sigh. “But we’ll need people eventually. A doctor, a mechanic.” 

“I know.” 

“And we can’t just make everything ourselves. I mean, I don’t know how to—to make fabric, or milk cows, or anything.” She paused again. “Hazel, are you sure this is a good idea?” 

He said nothing for a minute. “California might be our best bet. We’ll handpick some farmhands, pay ‘em well, treat ‘em better. Stay close enough to a town to get supplies, far enough we won’t raise any eyebrows.” 

California. It was one of those places Dad had brought up as a location they might one day save, although he hadn’t seemed focused on the whole state so much as its cities—San Francisco, Los Angeles, San Diego. But those rescues would have taken place in the future, years after his first birthday, not forty years prior to it. 

And Hazel hadn’t mentioned saving anyone. Just a farm. 

A farm in the fifties. 

It wasn’t as far back as they could go, not as far back as Five wanted to see. But it was something. The1950s were a different world, one Five’s history tutors had only revealed in small, tantalizing snatches. It was a world closer than the 1650s or the 1550s or even just the 50s, but now it sat within reach. 

“How long’ll that take?” 

“Dunno.” Hazel sighed. “But I can get it all going now. Get some money, get the house built, head back and grab everybody.” 

Agnes paused. “That sounds like it’ll take a while.” 

The trepidation in her tone was palpable, but when Five looked to Hazel, he saw a small smile. 

“Time goes different when you’re goin’ from one point to another. Not sure how it all works, but I shouldn’t be gone more than a couple hours.” 

They kissed, and Hazel stood. Before Five could form a conscious reason why, he was on his feet. Someone—maybe Allison, maybe Luther—grabbed at his pajamas, but he tore himself free and blinked to the door. Hazel took a half-step backward, blinking in surprise, and Five knew he ought to go back to the bed. Sit with his siblings, watch TV, wait for Hazel to return from his errand in the past. 

But Five couldn’t do that any more than he could have eaten bees. He drew a breath and said what he’d come to say. 

“I wanna go too.” 

*******

Five had done a lot of things that made Vanya question his sanity. 

There was the time he’d climbed out onto the fire escape and dangled, one hand gripping the side and one foot planted on the rung, as Dad came barreling down the hall. Or the time he’d added a handful of marshmallows to his morning oatmeal, wolfing half of it down before Dad could ask where he’d been and why it had taken him so long to join the rest of the family at the table. He’d zipped around while Louise’s back was turned, blinked up or down the stairs when Albert had called for him, answering their questions about how he’d gotten there so fast with only a grin. 

This, though—this took the cake. Which, in retrospect, shouldn’t have been a surprise, considering what Five had done at their seventh birthday. 

Hazel only partially faced the bed, but Vanya could still see the blank surprise written all over his face, as if Five’s question had frightened all of his thoughts away. He blinked, and then he blinked again. 

“You, uh, you ever been to the fifties before?” 

Vanya couldn’t imagine why he’d ask that question. Five had never been to the fifties—none of them had. Maybe it was a normal sort of question for time travelers, but Five wasn’t that. 

“Nope. And I wanna go.” 

She held her breath. Hazel’s surprise couldn’t hold out forever. Any second now it would crack, and the anger would pour through. Maybe he’d shout. Maybe he’d hiss displeasure through clenched teeth. Maybe he’d simply take Five by the collar and drag him back to the bed, force him to sit and watch as his first chance at time travel departed to the past. 

Maybe he’d decide Five needed to stay here in 1987 while everyone else went to the fifties. 

Hazel locked eyes with Agnes. A brief, unspoken conversation passed between them. 

“You think you’ll run into any Commission guys?” Agnes said at last. 

“Depends on how long we stay. Dunno if they’re tracking the briefcase or not.” 

“If they are, and they see him with you….” 

“Could send up a false flag. Make ‘em watch the wrong decade, buy us some time.” 

Another moment of silence. Another set of looks exchanged. Hazel turned to Five. 

“You got any button-down shirts?” 

“Yeah!” 

“Wear one of those. Blue jeans should be okay, leave the shirt untucked to hide the zipper. No sneakers.” 

Inside of a minute, he was in and out of the bathroom, dressed according to Hazel’s directions—although dressed was more a technical term. His pants were unbuttoned, and only the topmost button on his shirt had been fastened. Brown loafers covered his toes, but his heels squashed the backs, and the laces remained undone. 

Vanya expected an explosion from one of the grown-ups, but Hazel simply pressed his lips together in a semblance of a smile while Agnes chuckled softly and set about buttoning Five’s shirt. 

“I’ll drop him off here once we’ve got some money,” Hazel said as Five shoved his feet into his shoes and tied them properly. 

“Let me know how it goes,” Agnes said. 

“Will do.” 

Five straightened, spreading his arms to show off his buttoned shirt and pants. “I’m ready!” 

“Be careful.” Agnes said it to Hazel and finished her statement with a kiss, but looked to Five next. “Both of you.” 

“We will.” Hazel took up the briefcase and adjusted a few things, then took Five’s hand. 

They were gone in a flash of blue light, leaving Vanya to wonder what might have happened if she had asked to go, too. 

*********

Chapter Two

[catbowserauthor]

TMNT 1987 Story: What Is Intelligence? 2

Second part

***

The knock at his lab door caught Donatello off guard, causing him to jerk upward, slamming his skull against the metal hanging over his head. “Ow!” he cursed under his breath, his fingers immediately going to massage the tender skin. Taking a moment to gather his senses, he stood, pushing his latest invention aside a bit, suddenly more than a little annoyed with it. Shifting his eyes to the door, he called, “I’m not stopping just yet! Soon but not yet.” He tried to get the intruder off his case. Leonardo had tried to encourage him earlier but he wanted to finish a few things first. It was late, about one in the morning but him pulling a late night was hardly new. Once his clone had been dealt with, he had devoted most of his time to fixing and repairing what the others had asked him about earlier in the day. He felt he owed it to them, given all the trouble he had caused by not addressing it. So, after dinner, he wanted just a little time to look over some of his newer inventions—no attempts to short cut this time though!

The door opened a little and Donatello was rightly surprised when Michelangelo stuck his head in, “I’m not Sensei or Leonardo, dude.” He announced, “I know you’re, like, mondo busy but can…we…talk?” his last few words were stalled, as if he were shy about asking.

Blinking once then twice, Donatello put down his wrench on workbench, “Sure…come in.” he went back to looking over some of his notes to see where he was having such trouble as Michelangelo slid into the nearby seat slowly. For a good ten minutes, he just sat there, watching his brother work and read. He tried to find the right words, the best way to approach this. After all, he knew his brother already felt horrible for the incident with the clone. Last thing he wanted to do was bring that guilt up again.

“Michelangelo…” Donatello finally commented as he marked on his blueprint, “Talking, usually involves a conversation of some sort. Last time I checked, silence was not a conversation. Especially from you.” True enough that. Normally, especially if Michelangelo was initiating it, you couldn’t shut him up.

“I…could you look at me while we talk?” came the simple reply.

Startled, the genius paused then set down his pen and shifted, so he was gazing at his younger brother. He looked nervous, staring at his hands and seemingly wanting to memorize the wood grain of his work table. “…okay. You have my attention.”

Letting out a deep breath, Michelangelo began, looking down at his folded hands occasionally, “I…I really dunno how to even say this, dude but…it hasta do with that clone…about earlier today.”

Guilt crashing onto his shoulders again, the purple banded fighter groaned aloud, “Oh, Michelangelo, come on. I already said I was sorry. How bad do you guys have to rub it in…”

“It’s not about that!” Michelangelo said sharply, suddenly. It was enough to make Donatello snap his mouth shut. He could count on one hand the number of times Michelangelo had raised his voice. It just wasn’t in his nature. Judging by the way his brother hissed under his breath and grabbed hold of his head, it was surprise to him too, “I mean…it is about it but it isn’t!”

“Michelangelo, logically, that makes no sense.”

“I know, I know it doesn’t!” he stated before calming his tone and saying, “Your clone insulted Raphael and me earlier,” he blurted out, “Called Raphael an idiot and then said he was a rocket scientist compared to me.” He didn’t feel like repeating the entire scenario word-for-word. That was the gist. “It’s been…bugging me,” he eyed his brother, waiting for a response.

A moment passed with the entire room so quiet that anything could have sliced the air. Donatello finally remarked, “Look, it’s not like I controlled what he said and did. _I_ certainly didn’t decide to join up with Pinky McFingers either.”

“I…know.” Michelangelo responded quietly, his head dipped a little though his eyes never left his brother’s. “Not in your nature, dude. You’re not a take-over-the-city kinda turtle.”

“Thanks.” He commented, “But if you knew that then why is it bugging you?”

With the elephant in the room addressed, Michelangelo squeezed his hands into tight fists a moment before he answered, “Because…even if it wasn’t you…he was based on you. A clone is copy right?”

“Genetically yes.” Donatello admitted, “Like identical twins are genetically the same person. So, copy is a simplified way of looking at it.”

“So…” his younger brother went on, “If he’s a genetic…copy of you…then what he thinks about me…that means you must think…something like that, right?” He finally got out what was truly getting under his skin, keeping his eyes locked on his brother’s. He could feel tears in his eyes. Much as they were different, he did want his brother’s respect. The concept that he thought he was stupid…no, that he thought he was _worse_ than stupid, was heart-wrenching. He almost wished he could have forgotten all of this and just went on without ever knowing the answer but Splinter had been right. As much as he hated to ask it, he HAD to know.

“What?!” Donatello leapt up, looking down at his brother, “Of course not! What kind of question is that?!”

Wincing at his brother’s anger, the surfer turtle added, “Well, you said he had your intelligence, your memories, your skills…so, if he said that then I thought…” he shook his head, “I know you and the others make cracks about my brain a lot, dude. Can’t say that they aren’t earned, either. So, I just needa know…if you didn’t think that…then why did your copy?”

Donatello was dead silent a long moment, much longer than was comfortable. The two turtles, one sitting looking at his lap and one standing with his hands at his sides, Donatello’s mind was whirling and for once, no answer came out of the thoughts. The logic in his mind was screaming that his brother was right. If his clone was a true copy, and all evidence pointed to that fact the experiment had been factual in that manner, then what he had stated to Michelangelo was based on some deep rooted thought in his own mind. “I suppose, logically,…it must have been based on some of my thoughts regarding intelligence…”

Michelangelo let his head drop completely, trying to hide his tears and failing miserably as Donatello’s gut twisted. He felt like he was going to be sick. He…did not think so lowly of his brother! Granted, he was annoying at times but he was hardly stupid. He just wasn’t smart in the same ways…

“That’s it!” Donatello declared suddenly, snapping his fingers.

His excitement made his younger brother look up, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, “W-what’s it, dude?”

Donatello ran over to his bookcase, pulling out book after book, tossing them haphazardly on the floor. That in itself was weird enough to keep Michelangelo glued to his spot. Donatello usually treated his books with such reverence that to see him pushing them aside like he was angry at them for not giving him what he wanted. After about five minutes, Donatello finally gave a sound of victory and rushed back to his workbench, taking a seat right next to his sibling, slamming a medium-thick book on the table. Flipping through the pages with the gusto that Michelangelo usually thumbed through a new comic book, he stopped about mid-way through, pointing to a chapter, “Here! This is it! This is what my clone didn’t understand. He had my intelligence but not my understanding, not completely. THIS is what he missed.”

Frowning, Michelangelo sounded the title out, “Multiple Intelligence Theory?”

[chicksung]

Red and White Roses- A PJM Hanahaki Disease AU Chapter 4

Genre: Hanahaki Disease AU, a little bit of fluff and quite a bit of angst

Pairing: Hanahaki! Park Jimin x Hanahaki! Reader ft. Min Yoongi

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, tears/crying, denial of feelings, blood mixed with flowers, swearing, a sad Mochi :(

Word Count: 4.0k 

Post Date: 06/04/19

Summary: Everything is spiraling out of control, your parents are getting divorced, 2 of your younger siblings are moving in with your father, you have to find an apartment and continue your English major and panic attacks are becoming a frequent thing. But what’s the cherry on top of your anxiety built cake? The name engraved on your right hand and the flowers growing in your stomach

A/N: Hey Taecups and Sugakookies, I’m sorry that Chapter Three was kind of disappointing length wise but I’m going to hopefully make this one a lot longer and this may or may not be the end of the series, but you have a new series to look forward to and a possible oneshot series, so I hope you enjoy this. <3

“Y/N, open your eyes.” He said, shock and awe lacing his voice. You mentally rolled your eyes and thought about how big of an asshole he was being right now.“Why would I want to do that?” You retorted, your voice scratchy from throwing up.“Just trust me.”You sighed in defeat, opening your eyes and expecting to be faced with a big red puddle with pure white petals soaking up the liquid. However, you now see why Yoongi had been silent. There was a red puddle indeed but instead of the white petals soaking up the blood, the petals were a vivid orange and a completely different shape then the petals you were used to throwing up.“Y-Yoongi? What does this mean? I-I don’t u-understand.” You hiccuped, the same hot salty tears stinging your eyes.“This means two things, Y/N. The first thing is that he has the same disease as you.” He started, his eyes fixated on the puddle on the floor.“What the second thing, Yoongs?” You interjected, eyes filled with a million questions.“He has returned your feelings…”

XXX

To say that you were shocked was an understatement. Park Jimin, the boy you had been silently falling in love alone with, had returned your feelings, but there was one thing that still didn’t make sense to you.

“Yoongi-ah, if he’s returned my feelings, why has my flower changed? Although they do seem familiar.” You muttered, only loudly enough for Yoongi to hear you.

“It means he suffered from the same disease as you, Y/N. He had finally accepted that maybe you were within his reach and you could be in a relationship with him. Your flower changed to the marigold because that is probably the flower he has been throwing up.” He informed you, rubbing small circles on you arm as he crouched down to the height of your slumped body.

“N-No, this can’t be true. There is no way that he loves me, a boring, plain simple girl that hasn’t had anything interesting happen to here. He’s a god, Yoongi, he’s perfect. He can’t love me, I’m not good enough for him, there are so many better girls for him. I’m...not special.” You whispered yelled, your voice breaking as tears overflowed your bottom eyelid and onto your cheek. Your chest began to tighten, your head becoming crowded with too many thoughts like too many people speaking at once, voices overlapping each other like ghosts howling over the wind. Your breathing became uneven and rigid, sharp and short. You felt the ground underneath you begin to sway from left to right, your head feeling heavy. You knew these symptoms all too well, you were having a panic attack, and a strong one at that. Your consciousness was slowly slipping through your fingers and the lights were flickering and you couldn’t tell where Yoongi’s voice was coming from, it sounded so faded and far away. You finally feel the last of your awareness fade away and your world went as dark as the darkest night in Winter.

XXX 

You woke to the sound of Yoongi and another person talking, but this was a voice you had never heard before. It was deeper than Jimin’s, but wasn’t really deeper than your older cousin, Namjoon and had a soft yet mellow tone to it. You slowly opened your eyes, to met with a blurry outline of Yoongi and the broad shouldered man he had been talking to. You let out a light groan due to the pounding sensation in your head, gaining the attention of Yoongi and the man in the process. Yoongi crouched beside and took a light grip on your shoulder.

“Y/N, are you waking up? Does your head hurt, you seem in pain.” Yoongi immediately started fussing over you, being able to see the worry flashing like some sort of movie in his eyes. You propped yourself up to realize you were no longer in the music shop, but an apartment you could only assume was Yoongi’s, due to the small size and the stacks of CDs in the corner of the room.

“W-What happened?” You stuttered out, holding your heavy head, the pounding becoming harder. Yoongi gripped your shoulders and checked over your face.

“Does your head hurt?” Yoongi asked, his soft eyes checking for something, but you are unsure of what it is. 

“Y-Yeah, a bit.” You replied, struggling to stay upright. Not soon after you said that, the other man handed you aspirin and a glass of water.

“Here, take this. Your head will feel better, trust me.” He mumbled so if anyone else aside from you and Yoongi were listening, they would be unable to hear you. You slowly took the medication and water from his large hands and looking at them for a second beofre taking a gulp of water and swallowing the pill down with it. You felt the pounding lessen just the tiniest bit and sighed contently.

“Thank you...um-” You stumbled on your words, realizing that you didn’t know this man’s name.

“Oh, my apologies, let me introduce myself. My name is Kim Seokjin, one of Yoongi’s friends. Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Seokjin replied, extending his hand to you. You took it firmly, shaking it once and giving him a weak smile, or the best smile you could muster at this point.

“Likewise, Seokjin. What happened?” You asked once again, hoping to actually get answer this time. Yoongi gave you a small smile and took a shallow breath.

“You kinda passed out on me. I had to close the shop up early again and carry you all the way to my apartment, then call Jin to come help me and I can’t get a hold of Jimin at all. How are you feeling?” He muttered, some of his words barely coming out as a configured breath of air. You felt an odd feeling in your stomach, but this time, it wasn’t flowers. It was an anxious feeling, what if he’s hurt?

“Better than earlier. I think I should go.” You rushed the words out of your mouth like word vomit, but Yoongi kept his grip on you tight.

“I think the fuck not, you are staying here tonight. It’s way too late for you to be wandering around the city. Plus, I want to keep an eye on you, you literally were passed out for a good two to three hours. Now, I have some spare clothes in my bedroom you can wear. Off you go.” He gestured towards the narrow hallway that lead to the one bedroom in the apartment.

“But Yoo-” He cut you off quickly.

“Now, Y/N.” You huffed and stomped down the hallway like a child. You threw the door to Yoongi’s small bedroom open and looked at the small room. It looked more like a prison cell if the prisoners were allowed to decorate them with posters of different rap and pop artists. There was a twin sized bed in the corner farthest from the window on the other side of the room, a wardrobe with a few pieces of clothing, a dressing table, the drawers overflowing with clothes and a small desk with a laptop on top of it, a pair of headphones resting on top of the closed lid. On the bed, there was a pair of grey sweats and an oversized white shirt. Quickly grabbing them, you quickly rushed to the bathroom to get changed. You emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later and walked back down the hallway. You were about to enter the living area again when you heard Seokjin and Yoongi talking. You hid behind the corner and decided to listen to the conversation.

“Do you think something might be wrong?” You heard Seokjin say to Yoongi, worry spiking his voice. Was he talking about you? Yoongi sighed in a somewhat sad tone before speaking.

“I’ve called and texted him several times, but he hasn’t answered me yet. I’m starting to get worried as well. We can’t really do anything, I haven’t got a clue where he is and Hoseok said he didn’t turn up to his classes today.” You were confused. Jimin always attends his classes unless he’s really sick or something in his family happened, so why didn’t he turn up? You went to walk back to Yoongi’s room when your foot caught a cardboard box filled with CDs, causing the contents of the box to clatter against each other. Both of the men whipped their heads around towards the noise, causing you to slowing slink further into the hallway.

“Y/N, I know you there, come out please.” Yoongi called out to you. You felt bad and instantly cursed yourself as you stepped forward.

“Were you listening?” He asked seriously. You lowered you head a bit and played with your fingers.

“Y-Yeah, sorry Yoongi-ah.” You mumbled, your voice barely even intelligible.

“That’s alright, but right now it’s getting late and you need your rest, especially after a day like today. You take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” He offered, making you look up at him.

“N-No, I couldn’t, I’ll sleep on the couch, I know how much you love sleep.” You had witnessed his love for sleep from working for him early on. He would fall asleep anywhere, anytime. 

“Ah, it’s fine. It wouldn’t be the first time, I barely sleep in my bed nowadays. Now, go to bed or I’ll put you to bed like a toddler.” You chuckled lightly and walked down the hallway after bidding both the men goodnight, returning to Yoongi’s room. You drew the curtains and walked to the grey cover clad twin sized bed in the room. You threw back the covers and practically threw yourself onto the bed. It wasn’t until you tucked the covers under your chin did you realize how sleepy you were. You breathed out slowly as sleep slowly engulfed your body like fire, letting every worry you had previously had slip through the cracks in your tiredness.

XXX 

You woke up to the sound of sirens that seem to grow closer every second. Your eyes cracked open, the Sandman sand making it a bit more of a chore than usual. The room around you was dark except for a small sliver of it seeping through the crack under Yoongi’s bedroom door. You were about to close your eyes again when blue and red lights became visible outside and there was sharp knock on the door, scaring any remaining sleep out of you. You heard shuffling from outside the door and the sound of a door opening tickled your curiosity. You threw the covers back and walked out of the small room. You cautiously walked down the narrow hallway once more to be greeted by a half-asleep Yoongi, his hair disheveled and sticking up in all directions, you would have laughed if it weren’t for a the person in front of the door. A policeman. Yoongi turned to you, his eyes soft and slightly sad.

“Y/N, go back to bed please.” He whispered to you, but you, being the stubborn girl you were, didn’t move at all. 

“Yoongi, what’s happening?” You asked, a hint of worry in your voice. The policeman finally acknowledges your presence, his eyes scanning you for a second.

“Good evening ma’am. My name is Officer Kim Taehyung, I’m here on official duty concerning one of Mr. Min’s friends.” He addressed you briefly, a small smile on his face. 

“Come in.” Yoongi said sleepily to the officer at the door. The officer bowed to Yoongi and entered the small apartment. Taehyung took a seat on the couch, shortly followed by Yoongi and yourself. 

“Can I please have some context as to why you are here, officer?” You asked politely, resting your clasped hands in your lap, your worried eyes meeting his soft brown ones.

“Well, a friend of Yoongi hasn’t been heard from in a while and we’re are filing a missing persons report.” Taehyung replied, his jacket shuffling loudly as he moved his arms. 

“Who is it?” You asked another question, but this time quieter. 

“A man named Park Jimin.” You felt your heart stop for a few seconds before beating rapidly. Jimin? Missing? What did he mean? Jimin couldn’t have just gone missing, could he? You felt your throat tighten as hot tears prickled in your eyes. 

“P-Park J-Jimin, did you say?” You asked weakly, your voice barely audible.

“Yes, why?” Taehyung asked you a question this time.

“Uh, nothing. I just...know him as well. I’m really tired, so if you will excuse me gentlemen, I will go back to bed. Goodnight.” You rushed to finish your sentence before standing up and scurrying down the hallway, entering Yoongi’s room, but instead of heading back to bed like you had told the men you would do, you turned into Yoongi’s bathroom, hunching over the toilet and emptying a hurricane of marigold petals into the toilet bowl. Blood shortly followed the petals, along with hot salty tears. You spent a good five minutes just emptying your stomach and another five minutes trying to remember how to walk. The name carved into your right hand was burning like hell and your head was whirling with thoughts. It was the first time you had thrown up those petals since you passed out earlier that afternoon, which was the longest you had gone without seeing petals fall from your mouth. 

“I need to find him and I need to find him quick.” You mumbled to yourself, flushing the toilet and washing your face before exiting the bathroom. You went back to the now cold sheets of Yoongi’s bed, pretty much collapsing onto it. Your mind was fogged with images of Jimin and places where he could possibly be.

“Hang in there, Jimin. I’ll find you soon.” You whispered while closing your yes, sleeping taking control of your body once more.

XXX

You woke up on your own, no sound or smell shifted you from your sleeping state. You took a deep breath through your nose before throwing yourself off of Yoongi’s bed and getting changed out of Yoongi’s sweats and shirt and back into the clothes you had on the day before, a striped turtleneck, black jeans, white Converses and a grey beanie. You picked up your phone which Yoongi had kindly left on his desk for you and left the room. You walked down the hallway and checked on Yoongi. He was fast asleep, his hands tucked between his thighs and shivering. You walked up to him and threw a blanket over his sleeping body and smiling at your work before entering the kitchen. You picked up a pen and took a piece of paper and began to write a note to the short red haired man in the other room.

Yoongi,

Sorry for leaving without you being awake but something has come up and I need to tend to it immediately. I will text you when I’m finished. 

Talk to you soon,

Y/N xxx

With the note left in plain sight (hopefully), you walked out the door, your phone in your hand. You made your way down the winding staircases of the apartment complex and exited the building. You walked down the chilly streets of Busan and hope to God you find some sort of familiarity in the dark streets. It took a while until it dawned on you that you had no idea what part of Busan Yoongi lived in, therefore, no idea where you were going. You held your phone in front of you, unlocked it and pulled up Google Maps, and investigating where you were. You looked at the map and your eyes widen in surprise.

“It’s too far to walk to campus. Cab it is then.” You whispered to yourself, and stood near the edge of the road. A yellow cab came into view after about three minutes. You flagged it down and gave the driver your destination. You placed your headphones into your ears and played your favorite song, watching the lights of city flashed by your window. A few minutes later and you arrived in front of the campus you hadn’t been two in about two days, staying with a friend instead of coming home to Jimin. You payed the driver and thanked him before heading off into the college. You walked as fast as you could towards the dorms, checking your phone case to see if the key card was still slipped into one of the card pockets. Luckily, it was still tucked into the top pocket, where you left it. You climbed the stairs quickly and ran to the door that had the number 613 in bold gold numbers. You scanned the key card and pushed the door open.

“Jimin?” You called out, scanning the room. Jimin’s bed was nicely made, neat and not a crinkle in the covers. You looked over to your bed and the question to why Jimin’s bed was made like that was answered. Your previously well made bed’s covers were thrown back, crinkles in the bedding made it evident that someone (Jimin) had been recently sleeping in it. You entered the dorm, closing the door with a click, realizing that Jimin was still nowhere to be found. A sliver of light was illuminating the still dark room, the bathroom was the source of it. Your gut told you to enter, while your brain said to turn and run. You told your brain to shut up, Jimin needed you more than ever right now. You slowly stepped toward the light glowing from the cracked open door, looking down at your feet. There was orange petals covering the floor, your right hand was stinging like you had rubbed salt on a fresh wound and there was some sort of liquid which you were almost certain was blood. You reached the door and heard coughing sounds, followed by some sort of mix of substances hitting water at a high velocity. You pushed open the door to see Jimin collapsed over the toilet, his face pale, his knuckles white from the death grip he had on the porcelain object and his hair sticking up in all directions, either from sleep or from the position he was in. 

“Jimin?” You called out again, however a sad tone laced your voice. He rested his head on his arm to turn and look at you tiredly.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He whispered weakly, his plump lips trembling and his eyes making him looking like a small child.

“Who else would it be, you idiot?” You teased, kneeling down beside him. In your normal circumstances, the petals would be brewing like a cauldron in your stomach and lungs, but right now, that wasn’t happening.

“Jimin...” You started, but Jimin quickly cut you off.

“Y-Y/N! I can explain-” He rambled, weakly trying to cover up his bloody tracks. The marigold petals and the liquid you could now definitely confirm as blood was thicker in the bathroom than it was in the floor outside it. You only shook your head and stationed him over the toilet bowl, where he threw up more, although this time, a whole marigold flower came up with a few petals straying from the source. 

“Jimin, you don’t need to explain. I already know and I know you feel terrible. But I understand, ChimChim. I’ve been through the same thing.” You calmly whispered, leaning closer to the shell of ear, so close you could pretty much guarantee that he could feel you breathe on it. His head whipped around, meeting your shiny orbs.

“Who was the asshole? I’ll find him and kill him for making you go through such an awful thing. Where is he?” Jimin suddenly stood up, anger flowing through the veins underneath his mocha skin. You smiled sadly before standing up, only coming up to his nose. Only he could tease you about being shorter than you, anyone else, he would kick their ass. 

“Jimin, it’s you.” Your voice came out more hoarse than expected, although it felt more like a slap in the face to you than Jimin. You literally just admitted to him that he caused all this pain that you had gone through for the past two or three months. His mouth hung open, like someone had dislodged it from its normal spot. 

“Y-Y/N, I’m so s-s-sorry. I d-didn’t mean to, I promise.” He started to splutter out words that made a somewhat coherent sentence. His eyes were glossy from tears that had started to spill down his cheeks, staining his beautiful flawless skin. 

“No, Jim-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence before he started his second, better thought out sentence. 

“I understand if you no longer want to be friends or roommates. I’ll be going now.” He whispered before dashing out the door, his boot leaving a print after slipping slightly on a puddle of the red fluid he had coughed up with the bright orange petals. 

“Wait, Jimin!” You called after him, following him out the door, your key still in your pocket. You chased him down the hallways, down the stairs, out of the complex and out of the campus to Lucky Park, a small green park fairly close to the college. You continued to call his name as you ran after him, not receiving a reply every time you did. Jimin turned into the park, running to the old oak tree, situated in a more secluded area of the park, near an extremely old and tall willow tree. Jimin stopped right in front of the oak before falling to his knees and began retching. You expected something to come out of his mouth, either a petal or a drop of blood, but this time, there was nothing. He continued to heave, waiting, or more like expecting, for something to fall out of his mouth. A minute passed, Jimin’s heaving was the only thing that filled the silent void that roamed around the deserted park, being the only two human beings in the park. Jimin finally stopped his attempt to throw up, his arms that held him up giving out, making him collapse in a crumpled pile of flesh and bone on the ground. You ran to him, falling to your knees and trying to help him pick himself up.

“I’m sorry...” His voice is breathy and so quiet, it’s barely audible, despite you sitting right next to him. 

“For what, Jiminie?” You whispered, pulling him into a loose hug. Your father used to do this when you were little and you were sad or lonely. No words were spoken, you just enjoyed being his little girl. 

“For all of this; this dumb disease, for the pain I put you through, for making everyone worry about me for not responding to anyone and for ever making you think that you weren’t good enough for me. I’m so so sorry, Y/N.” He started to shudder into your shoulder before soft sobs rippled throughout his chest, his arms resting around your middle and attempting to hold you tight. 

“It’s okay Jimin, I put you through this too.” You tried to reassure him, but his sobs become more audible. The sun had only started to rise, but the sky was still pretty dark, yet it was light enough for you to pull Jimin away from your shoulder and wipe the small tears that rolled down his mocha colored cheeks. 

“There is one more thing I’m sorry for...” Jimin murmured, placing his hands a little bit higher so they rested just below your underarms.

“What’s that, mochi?” You asked sweetly, the use of his nickname on your tongue made his cheeks flush a deep crimson.

“This.” Before you could process his words, he cupped your face quickly and swiftly and pressed his lips gently against yours. His lips were soft with the faint taste of vanilla and something you could only describe was a mix between honeysuckle and cherry blossoms. His tongue traced the part of your lips before making the kiss more firm. Red roses had begun to bloom on your cheeks and the tips of your ears, the color deepening every 30 seconds. Finally, Jimin broke away, his lips glistening and plumper than normal. You were still in your euphoric state when he took your right hand and looked at it. More specifically, he was studying his name on your hand. After tracing and rubbing his thumb across to make sure it wasn’t some sort of marker, he smiled softly, his eyes turning into semi-circles.

“What are you smiling at?” You questioned, although you could clearly see what he was looking at. He took your left hand in his right and turned them over, revealing your name written on his hand in his recognizable handwriting. Your smile was small but it couldn’t be more filled with love. 

“Jiminie, how about we head home? It’s getting cold and Yoongi is gonna be wondering where I am.” You suggested, picking you and Jimin up off the ground. He smiled softly and gave your hand a squeeze. His mouth parted as he looked into your soft orbs and calmly rang the four words you had been waiting to hear from him pass through them.

“I love you, Y/N” 

“I love you too, Jimin.”   

A/N: Oh my god, hi! If you’re reading this, this means I have not bored you with this fan fiction and you actually wanted to read my strange ass writing. If you stuck around this long, thank you so much and I hope you stay with me.

All my love

~Kookie’s Cup of Tae

[valkyurie]

Hey if its not too late to send asks about them :D what are pregame ouma saihara and maki like in your rewrite? I rly love your designs for them!

thank you sooooooo much for askin me about them sar !!!!!!!! i love them a lot and ive projected myself on all three of them FJSGGFH :’-)) sorry that it took me so long to answer i wanted to get to my computer to type this all out so i can format it properly too

saihara:

hes VERY smart

he loves solving riddles and games and stuff! and playing really difficult games! and hes like. very fascinated by death

he has super strong emotions if that makes sense? when he gets excited hes SUPER excited, when hes upset he gets really angry, when hes worried he gets extremely anxious …. you know!

hes stinky. he forgets to like. take proper care of himself cause of school or just being too caught up in games or tv shows

monologues a lot to everyone he meets, mostly abt mysteries or his interests which he loves a LOT

^ because of this hes seen as Weird and gets ignored most of the time and its Really bad for his already low self esteem ………. he just wants to be noticed and feel special! so he challenges and overworks himself constantly to outsmart everyone

his parents are always at work or travelling and cant take care of him so he lives with his uncle in his mansion

his uncle is also super busy so saihara got used to being alone most of the time

but his uncles very nice and theyre really close! hes the first person saihara came out as trans to and hes very supportive :-)

ouma:

also very smart and loves riddles and puzzles as well!

hes kinda obsessed with them honestly

doesnt really know how to talk to people or make friends cause hes not allowed to leave the house much so he comes off as an asshole

he literally . just says and does whatever his favorite characters say and do. he doesnt have a personality Of His Own and he dislikes that a lot

he mostly copies gundham hajime and celestia but if hes in a good mood he does ibuki too

still a trickster just ! not that confident in his lies and games

hes used to telling lots of lies to get out of trouble so he has a very hard time actually being honest. like if saihara asks him if he did his homework and he didnt do it hes gonna be like “DUHHH IT WAS SO EASY” even if he knows saiharas not gona get mad at him if he didnt do it

he HATES being bored and ignored and he doesnt know how else to get attention other than causing trouble

his parents suck and he hates them and he runs away from home a lot.. he goes to saiharas place and stays there for days or even a week at a time

he has three pet rats! maki loves them a lot

he loves fizzy drinks and crunchy snacks the most! mushy and soft food is Very bad. he hates the texture of it

he loves to pretend he can do things he cant do to seem cooler :)

maki:

used to cry a lot and be very sensitive but the harsh training in the assassin cult made him learn to repress his emotions

and now he has a hard time properly expressing or understanding them

he refuses to talk when saihara and ouma first meet him but saihara takes him in his uncles mansion and as hes spending more time with the boys he opens up and actually becomes friends w them!

he doesnt think he deserves their kindness though because the assassin cult made him think hes subhuman

he and saihara are pretty much adopted siblings and saihara gave him some of his clothes and bought him even more

most of those clothes are dr merch or cosplays and he was like :O saihara wats this !! and sai introduced him to the games and shows and he became a fan too

it takes some time to become comfortable around his new friends but when he does hes very open and happy and he loves to fool around with them!

he overworks himself A Lot especially when investigating their case

he got used to hiding and sleeping in very small places so he mostly sleeps in the closet or under his bed rather than in the bed itself

he really really liked saiharas piercings and he had a couple of them himself already so sai helped him get even more which made him :D!!!!!

hes just a clown. an absolute fool of a girl

[murkrees]

older brother! nct (hyung line)

Taeil

okay so

let me start with taeil

cute floofy taeil okay

taeil just gives off these warm brotherly vibes u know???

like honestly you were b l e s s e d to have moon taeil as ur bro

ever since childhood he’d just be so naturally protective over you like

it wouldn’t be overprotectiveness like a certain someone (ty track cOUGH) but it would just be so subtle

as in if you both would be on the bus he would give you the seat closer to the window and stand up while keeping an eye out for anybody who even tried to touch you the wrong way

would be the best if you needed help with your homework

didn’t understand an equation? mOON TAEIL AT YOUR SERVICE

if u ever brought friends over and he would accidentally walk out with his bed hair, oversized tee and boxers

happens way too many times is2g

he’d just stop in his tracks and stare at you all with a blush on his cheeks before whirling around on his heel and walking back to his room without a word

hES SO AWKWARD ITS PRECIOUS AAA

he wouldn’t be the type to glare daggers at a guy you brought over

he’d just stare at him while trying to calm himself down and gulp nervously, eyes shaking like they were in nct life paju during yaja time

he’d clear his throat so much and ask so many weird questions

"so how long have you been dating my sibling”

"around two months?”

"uhh, that’s great, congratulations”

he wouldn’t be super aggressive w you than he would be with the other nct members

but during christmas don’t expect him to be above shoving you outta the way to get to the presents first

moon taeil is precious protect him

Johnny

JOHNNY

MY MAN

u guys would be sibling goals af ngl

would always back down in fights cause he hated fighting w u

always always always ruffles your hair

can get aggressive sometimes but its okay you get aggressive back

would be ur no.1 supporter

have an show at school??? expect him to have front row seats while holding a handycam in his hand, cheering the loudest 4 u

fundraiser????? he’ll be standing by your booth and persuading everyone to buy your cupcakes cause let’s be real this boy has looks and enough smooth talk to churn butter

going on a date to a fancy restaurant? it’s johnny’s fashion evaluation

"wear the red dress we bought two months ago and use the pearl earrings mom gave you for your birthday”

"what are those heeeeels use the other pair woman!!! ur legs will look better”

wouldn’t be the overprotective type if you brought a guy/girl over

would try to get along as well as he could w him/her to make you comfortable

he always puts you first and makes sure you know that

Taeyong

lee taeyong!!!

real sweetheart

would b so overprotective of u and he wouldn’t even realize

if u brought a guy over he’d just make up random excuses to tail you around and “supervise”

cough cough glare at him the whole time

but halfway through he’d just kinda snap back to reality and realize how he’d been acting

and just kind of tone it down a little

ngl your friends would love going over to your house because of him lmao

you guys would just have that kind of relationship where you just completely understand and count on each other

like if you had a nightmare you’d just knock on his room door and peek in and he’s writing lyrics with only his desk lamp on

and he looks up at you with bed hair and home clothes and he sees your face

you guys don’t even exchange words before he understands you had a nightmare and you just trudge over and flop on his bed and fall asleep there as he continues to write lyrics

or if he had a particularly stressful day and he’d come home looking like shit

you’d just bring out the pillows and blankets and lay them out on the sofa with two tubs of ice cream with your favorite flavors

and he’d just plop down next to you and you’d just listen to him vent

honestly taeyong wouldn’t even be in the position he was in now if it weren’t for you

sibling support 100000000%

Yuta

this boi

probably made you cry a lot during your childhood lbr

there’d be times where he’d tease you for your pigtails

“mooooom yuta’s teasing me again!!!”

“moooooooooooooooom yuta’s teasing me again!!!!!!!!!!” (yuta’s imitation of your voice)

but as you both grew up he matured and so did u

of course there’d still be times where he’d tease you but they’d be more playful and less intense

“what are you going on, a date? who’s the unlucky guy stupid enough to go on a date with you”

“funny because the last time i checked he was in that idol group of yours”

cue yuta choking on his spit

there’d be times where you’d be cooped up in your room studying for exams

and he’d knock on your room door licking a stick of ice cream and handing another one to you while asking if you needed a break of a ride to the nearest café/starbucks for a change of scenery

or times where he’d be in a pissy mood and you made sure to give him space to cool down

but u do knock on his door and tell him quietly that you have a plate of his favorite food in the microwave

and he never answers but by the morning the plate would already be washed

brags abt u a lot to the other members (not that you would know that)

tbh i honestly think he’d be even more protective than taeyong

wouldn’t be above threatening your boyfriend if they ever hurt you

if u ever come home crying he’d go ballistic

“tELL ME WHO THE HELL I NEED TO BEAT UP ONLY I CAN MAKE MY SISTER CRY”

secretly a big softie for you no lie

Kun

the nicest older brother to ever exist

the most understanding person you’ve ever met

treats you to food all the time

never allows you to pay after

“what kind of older brother would i be if i cant even treat you for a meal??”

you go to him for advice,, like,, all the time

a great listener

went home crying after some school drama? better expect kun already there with some ice cream and blankets ready to listen to your latest emotional rollercoaster

your parents could always trust him to take care of you if they had dates or had to go out so you never had babysitters

all your friends wish they had kun as their older brother

(pretty sure some of them had crushes on him, but i mean,,,, who wouldn’t)

can be savage if he wants to but only if you poke fun at him

doesn’t look like it but can be quite playful

sometimes you’d tease him and he’d just look at you with that done-ass face

drives you everywhere!!! even accompanies you to the mall or to do some shopping

actually so touched the first time you bought him a meal with your own money

“my baby’s growing up…” sniff

“shut up this is literally a two dollar street snack”

in his eyes you’re still a little kid

love older brother kun thanks

Doyoung

ngl he’d be the type to not know how to act around you when you both were young??

“what do you want for your christmas present?? what do girls ur age like??? what do children like keep me up to date what are fedgeet speeners”

only comes out of his room to grab some food

as you both grew older he’d be more comfortable around you

before performances he would send you selcas of him to ease his preperformance nerves

tons of selcas his gallery would be filled with them tbh

“whos ur favorite brother”

“obviously me ahaha who am i kidding”

“its not gongmyung right”

“right???”

“(y/n) pls answer me”

always remembers to buy you random trinkets from his tours abroad bcs he knows how much u love them

u always go to him when you need help with your schoolwork or study but always roasts you about your grades

“what do you mean you don’t understand trigonometry its literally the easiest thing in the book”

his savage side always shows up whenever u two hang out together

“oh u like that necklace? buy it urself”

ends up buying that necklace for u anyway

showers u with gifts cause he doesn’t know how to show his affection otherwise

nags u a lot but that’s because he lovs u

(and bcos ur a mess)

“you ate dinner right?? im not accepting a ‘yes’ if you ate instant ramyeon”

“i don’t care if you have finals you are bathing at least once a day ya stinkie”

“wash those dishes piling up in your sink (y/n) gross”

be grateful for older brother doyoung keeping you in check

Ten

oof

you know he’s that one bitch

one of the most annoying™ people you’ve known growing up

kind of distant to you while you were teens because of how hectic his life is

still doesn’t exempt his love for teasing you though

i mean,,, have you seen that one picture of ten casually taking a selfie as his mom scolds his sister right beside him,,, yeah

probably the type to wake you up saying you were late for school just to record you running around the house like a madman and going out the door just to realize its 4 am on a saturday

but you grew up watching his antics so you knew what not to do when you got older

as the both of you shifted to adulthood you got closer

ended up as you taking care of him and making sure he doesn’t accidentally get in trouble most of the time

still teases you playfully though

“no ten the market is this way jesus christ get off your phone”

“oho so you do care! if you care about me that much why don’t you pay for our meal—”

“go choke”

being ten’s sibling automatically makes you friends with johnny no ifs ors buts

ten brought him along to one of your hangout sessions without telling you beforehand and now he’s just,,, there

you don’t even bat an eye at him anymore

or the other members he brings along

probably tried to set you up with johnny more than once but the both of you have already caught on and are just playing along to amuse him

automatically makes you good friends with lisa too

lowkey doesn’t want to introduce bambam to you oops

is so subtly protective of you but lbr who could get intimidated by his 169 cm ass

like that time he caught jaemin glancing your way for a tad bit too long and he just gave him the look™

never likes the guys you hang out with

“that kind of guy doesn’t deserve you (y/n),,, you need someone gentlemanly, someone nice and tall like johnny-“

“if you like him that much why don’t you date him instead”

you may have grown up but in his eyes you’re still that little girl with pigtails he used to pull

older sibling ten is annoying but you love him anyway

Jaehyun

jaehyoOons

growing up with such an attractive brother was both a blessing and a curse

sure he was attractive and that itself was a plus point but then you had to deal with all the fakies that came at you just to get closer to your dorky older brother

not to mention the countless times he accompanied you somewhere or picked you up from school and heads would just turn

it got annoying at times but then you got used to it

now you just enjoy the perks of having such an attractive brother because honestly, who wouldn’t

not to mention good lucks are hereditary lucky you ;)))

good brother,, always follows your parents instructions so if anybody ever got in trouble it was you

if you were up to mischief and he found out he always covered for you,,, no exceptions even if he didn’t approve of whatever you were doing

the little sneak got good at lying from all the times he covered for you

always ALWAYS always there to comfort you whenever you had a bad day or if you were crying

not necessarily protective but still ready to give a little “warning” to whoever messes with you

talked to you a lot ever since you were children

by a lot i mean a lot

because he’s pretty shy at school when he was younger he makes up for it by discussing alien conspiracy theories with you

now that he’s opened up more it doesn’t mean that you both don’t enjoy a good conversation about whether or not mars had living beings

whenever you both had meals together or dinner with the family there wasn’t a moment where he didn’t steal your food

“food tastes the best when it’s on another person’s plate”

rly sneaky about it but you always notice

gets angry at you if you don’t take care of yourself properly

like the time he ignored all your messages and calls for two whole days cause he found out you consecutively skipped lunch and dinner

makes sure you have your priorities straight

older brother! jae is amazing lucky you

Winwin

whatta weirdo

ever since you were children he’s always been an oddball

clings to you wherever you go

even though he’s older than you sometimes it feels like you’re the older one who has to take care of him

honestly if it weren’t for you he probably wouldn’t have survived the first 15 years of his life

not to mention the multiple times you had to guide him whenever you were in malls or in a crowded marketplace just to make sure he doesn’t get lost or distracted

would fool around with you during family gatherings

inside jokes are a thing no ifs buts ors

whenever something reminds you of that inside joke you’d just look at each other from the other side of the room and make eye contact before smirking

all your other siblings are so done with you two,,, especially your parents

like the time the both of you attempted to bake a cake for fun and eggs ended up on the ceiling

don’t ask

it took all your willpower to stop winwin from burning the place down

when you guys finished you were covered in all sorts of ingredients and spend 15 minutes laughing about it

but you got closer thanks to that!!

even though winwin should not be allowed in the kitchen or near a stove anymore sometimes when you two hang out and want to reminisce you just start baking

always ends up in a mess but you two have fun anyway

as you two grew up there wouldn’t be much that changed

he texts you random korean words or phrases just to show you how much he’s been improving

actually convinced you to take up learning korean too

you would call him and talk to him in korean to practice and he would cheer you on or correct you if you got any words wrong

lowkey doesn’t want you to meet any of the nct members except for renjun lmao

would probably try to set you up with renjun,,,, but ended up as you two being rly good friends so it was a win/win situation ha ha

has actually had to fight yuta to make sure he did not get your number

“but if winwin is this cute then how cute could his sibling be??? come on pls”

you know all his embarrassing secrets,,, and always made sure to bring it up whenever he has members over

he would whine for you to be quiet about it and stop

older sibling! winwin is too lovable u are blessed

Jungwoo

s o f t

literally the best older brother you could ask for

took care of you so much when you were children

basically coddled you

fell down in the playground and scraped your knee? expect older brother jungwoo to run around finding a bandaid before putting it on your knee as he told you to be more careful

forgot lunch? jungwoo will 420 blaze it to your classroom and hand over his lunch saying that he’ll steal some food off of his friends

had arguments with you whether or not cow was spelt with a c or a k

someone made you cry? the moment you entered the house you’d just hug him and cry to his sweater

he’d just hug you back and tell you it’s okay while caressing your head

older brother jungwoo is soFT

he probably wouldn’t change as you got older

still coddled you nonstop 24/7/365

“its going to rain today don’t forget to bring your umbrella”

“yes mom”

soccer nights are a thing and tradition to never forget or break

you always wanting to meet nct and jungwoo chuckling nervously

“(y/n),,,, im not sure that’s a very good idea,,,”

you teasing him playfully

“I saw that new meme on instagram about you,,, can you try saying ‘skorret’ again”

“dO YoU havE JunGwOOiTis?”

“(y/n) pls stop”

“you know the general public and your members seem to have the image that you’re real soft i wonder if they know about the time where you-“

“ssssssshhhhhh”

but all is good because jungwoo loves you!! and you love him back don’t forget that

[screamingregrethelp-blog]

You’re Telling Me He’s Not A Serial Killer?

a request from @bitweird1

Prompt:  Could you do preferences for either the kids or the older kids in stranger things like them meeting they're sister's (the reader) boyfriend for the first time and they think he looks kinda creepy and kinda like a serial killer and are scared for the reader but then find out he's actually a good person? Sorry if this is a weird request

A/N: Just the main 4 kids. They wanted the reader’s boyfriend to look like Bobby Burns (gif) as a bonus and I didn’t give the boyfriend a name I only went by B/N and Y/N boyfriend. Also, this is a girl reader, I usually stick to they and them pronouns but I’m using she and her. Got a request I’ll do it 

Dustin came running into Mikes basement as Mike, Will, and Lucas all talked amongst themselves. Everyone stopped talking at once as they saw Dustin breathing heavily and holding his chest.

“Did someone chase you?” Lucas asked as he stayed in his seat. Dustin shook his head and tried to catch his breath as everyone began to guess why Dustin came in running for his life and now breathing heavily to stay alive.

“Did something chase you?” Will asked a bit worried as he thought for a moment of everything they’ve seen in the past that could easily kill them.

“What!” Mike yelled as he threw his arms in the air. “Why would you bring it here-?” Mike was cut off as Dustin waved at everyone to be quiet. However, when everyone became quiet Dustin still didn't say what was going on.

“What!?” Mike, Will, and Lucas all at once yelled at him as they waited for his answer.

“It’s Y/N!” Dustin said as he began to walk back and forth in the small basement. This made the rest of the kids worry as they thought of their favorite friend. Dustin’s older sister Y/N was always so sweet and nice to the four of them. They loved her so much they even let her sit in on one of their sessions. Mike was even thinking of letting her be the dungeon master for one game. So for Dustin to come into Mikes house running and out of breath only to say her name in a panic this made all the boys heart drop.

“W-Well what happened!” Lucas said as he wanted to hear the story Dustin had to say.

“She's dating a serial killer!”

Once Dustin said this everyone just stared at him in confusion. “What?” the three said at once as they just looked at Dustin dumbfounded. Dustin shook his head up and down as he continued.

“Y/N said she’s been dating this guy, and so mom wanted to meet him and she brought him over and he has got to be a killer. He looks just like one! I'm telling you guys she's in danger!” Dustin just kept going on and on about how his sister was going to get murdered and that they all needed to do something.

“Ok, look I'll get proof, but Will I need a camera.” Will looked over at Dustin and thought about it. He gave a small ‘hmm’ then shook his head giving him a ‘yes’. However, Lucas butted in.

“ He’s not a killer! You're overreacting! Just because he looks-"

“That's the thing!” Dustin interrupted. “He looks just like one and it's scary!” Dustin’s face soon became red as he messed with his hands. “I just want to make sure she's safe….”

Lucas gave up on trying to add anything. He knew what it was like to worry about your sister, even if they were a pain sometimes it was hard not to worry about your sibling no matter the age. Lucas gave Dustin a head nod and rolled his eyes. This only made Dustin smile as he gathered the guys around to make a plan.

///

Dustin stood on top of the stairs as he heard Y/N and her boyfriend talking and giggling. Dustin held onto Jonathan's spare camera that Will gave him. Dustin only wanted a picture of Y/N’s boyfriend but he knew if he went down there while she was down there then she’ll get suspicious. He needed to get Y/N away from him so he told Mike to call their house and Dustin knows she’ll answer the phone and have a chat with Mike. Then that’ll be his chance to take a picture of the killer. Dustin was determined to show the rest of the guys who this killer was and what he looked like just in case he did so happen to be a killer.

The phone rang from downstairs, and that's when Dustin heard Y/N say ‘excuse me’ and then heard footsteps of someone walking off. Once the phone was picked up Dustin ran downstairs with various thuds coming from his hard stomps on his way down.

Dustin almost landed face first but he caught himself last minute. He then made his way over to Y/N’s boyfriend who sat on the couch with his arm across the back of the couch. It was obvious he had his arm around Y/N before she got up. Once Dustin was close enough, which was closer than he’d like, he took the picture with a blinding light following it. Y/N’s boyfriend shook his head as he tried to shake off the dots that followed him after the light. He looked over at Dustin and just stared at him as he saw Dustin had a camera. He wasn’t mad at Dustin, he thought this was going to be for some kind of picture book thing.

“Wanna take another?” B/N said as he smiled. Dustin was taken back by how nice he seemed and by the fact, his smile only fueled the thought of him being a killer. Dustin took this chance to take another picture this time with Y/N’s boyfriend giving a creepy smile. After another flash, Dustin could hear that Y/N was done talking to Mike and heard her walking back into the living room. Dustin gave a quick ‘Thanks!’ and ran off outside where Lucas stood with his and Dustin’s bike ready to ride.

“Go, go, go, go!” Dustin kept repeating to himself as he and Lucas biked all the way to Will’s house to see if they can get the pictures rendered from Jonathan.

///

“He kinda does look like a killer,” Mike said as he looked at the photo of Y/N’s boyfriend smiling. Will nodded and so did Lucas.

“See! He has got to be a killer!” Dustin said as he took back the picture and turned it around. However, Will shook his head.

“Everyone thought Jonathan was weird because of the way he looked. Even you guys thought he was weird!” Will piped in, he could tell everyone was already thinking of a plan to break them up but Will wanted to give the man a chance. “Have you even talked to him?” Will said as he put his hands on his hips.

Dustin’s face showed a shade of red as he shook his head no.

“Do you even know his name?” Lucas added as he began to think alongside Will.

Again, Dustin only shook his head no. He never really caught his name only because he was scared of him and wanted him out of his sister's life as fast as possible. Dustin began to rethink everything as every one of his friends began to throw his plans out the window.

“Ok….maybe we should talk to him,” Dustin said as he still thought about whether this was the right choice or not. “Will you guys come with me?” Dustin said as he was a bit scared of just thinking of going alone to see the ‘killer’. Everyone gave a small ‘yes’ even though they were scared themselves.

///

Dustin’s mother said she’ll be working late tonight so Y/N had to watch him, but she always got so bored so fast and Dustin knew this, so he said: “Why not bring your boyfriend over?” Of course Y/N was confused as hell. She knew Dustin didn’t like him but she didn’t know the reason why. Y/N only nodded her head. 

“But,” Dustin stopped her as she made her way over to the phone. “I can invite my friends over to.” 

Time had past and Dustin’s friends beat Y/N’s boyfriend coming over to the house. Y/N said they could watch T.V. while her and B/N went upstairs. Everyone gave a loud “No!” and asked if he could stay downstairs with them. Y/N had no idea of what was happening but she said sure. The doorbell rang and all the boys watched as Y/N walked over to the door to let B/N in. He gave a huge smile as he saw the boys from behind the corner peaking. Sadly, his smile only scared them more. 

“Hey!” B/N said as he opened his arms wide to the group of boys playfully. Dustin then brought up his hand to stop him. 

“We need to talk.” He said with a sigh. B/N and Y/N’s eyes went wide as they watched Dustin and the boys walk over to the couch. They all sat near the couch because they wanted B/N and Y/N to sit on it. The two older teens sat together on the couch. B/N kept looking over at Y/N trying to see if she knew anything, but she didn’t.

“Are you a killer?” Dustin said as everyone leaned in. 

Y/N threw her hands in the air and stood up and walked off into the kitchen. B/N turned his head sideways. 

“REALLY DUSTIN? HIS HE A KILLER?” Y/N yelled from the kitchen as she got a glass of water to calm herself down. B/N only laughed. 

“N-no, why would I be a killer?” He asked Dustin and the group. They all only looked at each other as they looked for someone to answer. 

“You look like one,” Mike said as he eyed B/N up and down. B/N gave another laugh as he wiped his eyes from oncoming tears.   

“I’m not a bad guy! Really! I uh, like movies, drawing, I even like Dungeons and Dragons!” B/N said as he rushed to say other hobbies he liked in order to try and make the kids like him. Will’s ears perked up once he heard DnD. 

“Really?” Will asked, “Do you really like DnD?” 

“Love it.” 

Y/N stood in the kitchen with a glass of water just watching the show in front of her. B/N began to tell stories of his past DnD sessions with his friends and he even told Will some drawing tips. Y/N shook her head as she thought about how Dustin and his crew really thought her boyfriend was a serial killer. What a load of dweebs.

[scrawlingskribbles]

yyyyYYYYYY'ALLLLL I had a freaking intensive dream about Rad Likes Robots and I kinda wanna cry???? ;;;;w;;;;

[[It’s a long ‘un this time too j f c;;;;]]

*snorts* I mean I've had that episode & all of its impossible-possibilities on my mind for days now lmfao so I suppose it was only a matter of time until I dreamt about it. But I never expected it to be anything like THIS omfg!! I'm not sure if this counts as a Prophecies from the Canon Radmond Universe one because like... there wasn't anything with me watching it from outside this time like I had with the others? This time it was Literally like my dream had pressed play on a new episode lmfao IT WAS SO INTENSE AAAAAAA BUT ANYWAYS:

Okay, so, it started with Rad all alone closing up the bodega, and it was like evening/twilight so getting pretty dark out already but he somehow still saw some movement over at Boxmore---3 shapes sneaking out of a side door and then booking it off down a nearby street, and Oh Boy Wasn’t That Suspicious. So Rad of course was like "oh jeez wth is going on here this Can't be good" so naturally he went to follow after them & got a little bit lost but eventually he did catch up enough to see them again & saw that it's---surprise-surprise---Darrell, Shannon, and Raymond.

But they didn't seem like they were doing anything awful---yet---just walking along and talking and teasing each other and talking about some kind of betting or something. Rad couldn't really hear them that well because he was keeping his distance so they wouldn’t notice him as he kept following, because even if they seemed okay for now he simply couldn't wrap his head around the thought that they could be up to anything that wasn’t Bad ((jeez Rad did u not learn ANYTHING from Mikayla?? ://)) so he kept following them to see where the heck they were headed so casually at this time of night and probably stop them if he had to, like a ~true hero~. 

So after a while of unexciting following them down streets & mostly back alleyways they rounded another building & when Rad got to the corner he accidentally slammed right into them because they'd stopped & waited for him. They were all like glaring at him AND RAYMOND WAS ACTUALLY CARRYING A JETHRO THIS WHOLE TIME ((not in the baby carrier tho; I weep TuT)) and Darrell was just like, "alright LOSER, you've been stalking us for blocks, what gives?? Don't you know it's creepy to follow people??" and Rad was just like baffled like, "???? excuse ME but when I see a bunch of Boxmore bots it's never a good thing, so I was trying to see where y'all are headed. Care to enlighten me now that I’ve actually got you talking, save us both some time and get it over with before it starts?" 

The bots all made a face & Shannon crossed her arms & snapped, "That's none of your business. Now leave us alone." and Rad was like "uh-huh, that's a totally believable argument. Wow, I never thought if it that way~! You're right, that's completely answered all of my questions, thank you~!" but of course that was super sarcastic and so Raymond was just like "We're not off to go do anything bad, if that's what you're worried about." And Rad was like, "Uh-huh. That's totally believable, too. Definitely not what bad guys say right before they go do something bad. *scoff* Do you really expect me to believe that the Boxmore Trio---err... q-quadrio? ((is that even a real word???? x,D))---isn't up to trouble? C'mon, what bank or store or warehouse ya gonna rob? What poor innocent victim ya gonna terrorize? What Evil Errands is Buttman having you run for him in the middle of the night????" ((even tho?? it was still kinda light outside so it wasn't THAT late??)) 

And Shannon & Darrell were like completely fed up already & totally ready to start throwing down but Raymond grabbed onto Shannon's shoulder ((bc he only had one arm bc of Jethro ;w;)) & he was like quiet & thoughtful for a moment before going, "Maybe we should just take him with us?" & the other two were like !!?!!?!????? (and so was Rad honestly x,D) but Raymond was just like, "Well clearly he's not just gonna take our word for it, so he'll just end up following us anyways if we leave him be, and I don't wanna get into a fight before we even get there, so..." He dug into the backpack that Darrell had been wearing this entire time & threw a dark blanket/cloak-thing at Rad & was like, "You want proof that we're not doing anything bad? Fine. Come see for yourself. But don't let anyone else see you; they're not gonna be as tolerant of a hero like you as we are." 

And then they all turned and started walking again without another word so Rad had to scramble up off of the sidewalk & put the cloak on & start following them again & the whole time he was just thinking to himself like "???? so it's SOME KIND of bad guy meet-up then---still doesn't sound good you know!!" But he was actually really curious now and kinda secretly super grateful that they were actually letting him come along?? because honestly why should they but whatever he wasn’t going to argue.

So the siblings all went back to talking and completely ignoring Rad’s existence until they got to a seemingly random side door of a building & followed the steps down inside, and it was like... idk, a fight club, I guess???? x,D Like an underground wrestling/MMA type-thing meets those robot wars/battles??? Like the thing in BH6 yanno, but I know that it's a real life thing too lmao I just dunno what they're called x,D The thing where people make robots & then fight them?? lmfao you know what I mean.

 So like, it was a bunch of different robots ranging all kinds of sizes and colors and builds all crowded around a ring cheering & stuff just having a great time while two other robots battled it out in the ring lmao. And like, because they're robots it was like, battling to the DEATH okay, like you only had a winner when the other robot was in pieces lmfao it was brutal and I freaking love it x,D

And Rad of course was just like "?????????? UMM??" bc what the heck is THIS, are these ALL a bunch of evil robots all crammed into this tiny space?????---but immediately the Boxmore bots got swept up in the energy & were all grinning & cheering & having a great time along with the rest of the crowd & Rad was just so bewildered & Confused. After a while Raymond leaned over & was like, "The real rounds are gonna start soon, so if you’re going to stay and watch then find yourself a good spot and don't let anyone find out who you are. And, hey, who knows, maybe you'll even enjoy yourself~?" And then they were gone & Rad was left alone in the crowd, but he did what he was told because he was So out of his element here but he was still so curious (and still a Bit suspicious tbh) that he definitely didn’t wanna leave, so he found a good spot & settled in just as the lights dimmed & an announcer voice came booming outta nowhere to welcome everyone to tonight’s tournament & announce that the fights were about to begin so all the robots that would be fighting needed to make sure they signed in to the roster/bracket ASAP so the night could begin. 

And yeah basically it was just the robots all facing off & fighting each other x,D I think it had like different sectors/levels too, like so it could try to keep the unfairness to a minimum by not putting the simpler Jethro-like bots up against the more highly-advanced ones like Darrell/Shannon/Raymond but idk because it kinda just montaged at that point lmao, but in the flashes they always looked like pretty equally-skilled/developed opponents, so~ But yeah the announcer was like spouting off stuff about each robot & their creator when it was their turn to be introduced & Rad realized that there were a few other (both cloaked and non-cloaked) non-robots in the audience as well, presumably the villains whose robots were fighting tonight, & Rad was like sweating bullets because he was apparently surrounded by both evil robots and evil villains & he was super nervous about getting caught now. But then as the fights went on he kinda forgot to be nervous because he got really into it actually ((c'mon it's robot fights, of course it's interesting xD)) & he actually started really rooting for the Boxmore bots because they were the only ones he knew and he was like full-on cheering & stuff when they did well lmao, even tho Jethro went out like immediately and Darrell & Shannon only got in a couple of rounds before they got smashed out, & Rad ended up actually being kinda sad for their losses too. 

But then Raymond ((of course *rolls my eyes So Hard at my predictable subconscious*)) was finally up to fight his first round and the announcer brought him in as "your reigning champion" and Rad was like "!!!!!!" and Raymond winked at him (it had to be at him, right, who else??, Rad thought) and then he just started wrecking his competition almost like it was nothing. Like he did still have to try & he was taunting & teasing & making bad puns the whole time just like he does when he fights at the Plaza, but he was totally just like blasting through all of his opponents & Rad was kinda like legitimately awestruck almost & evEN DID THE LITTLE "he's so... powerful..." THING LIKE HE DID WITH ENID I'M SOBBING........ 

And then it was down to the last two robots, which were of course Raymond and then AGH I don't remember the actual name my brain gave them but they were this really cool electric-blue robot that kinda looked like Cheshire from the original Teen Titans?? ((which now that I think about it is basically kinda what a more-humanoid Mikayla might look like if they had been yellow.... hmmm.... x,D)) and it's the Final Battle of the Night so u Know it's gonna be Good bc these are the two strongest bots in the whole place if they're the ones that made it to the final round & the crowd is so intense & Rad is Loving It. 

So of course ((I'm just gonna call them Ches now lmfao screw it)) Ches was like, actually super good of course and was actually giving Raymond a real run for his money for probably the first time that night. It also didn’t help that he'd already fought however many other rounds & wasn't completely unscathed from those (but neither was Ches tho so it was still pretty even on that part I'd guess), so this fight was like REALLY Super Intense and Good! And there was a part where Ches had Raymond tackled down & was about to win & Rad was all worried like "No c'mon Raymond you can't lose after all this!!!!" But then ofc Raymond pulled it off in the last second & flipped it around on them & BOOM, Ches is now in a million pieces scattered throughout the air and the crowd goes wild. 

But Rad's the one who jumped up and cheered the loudest, and Raymond could see him all happy and yelling and having such a great time out in the crowd, and Raymond gets this certain look on his face, kinda confused, for a second before it turns into a grin & he bows all dramatically a few times for his adoring public (and maybe some not-so-adoring sore losers too lmao) before the lights go up & the announcer guy was like welp that's the last of the fighters tonight so hope see everyone back again next time~!! 

And Rad was like on an adrenaline high now & just so stoked because Raymond ACTUALLY WON THE WHOLE THING OMG that's so COOL & he found Raymond back up by the front door again with Darrell's backpack over his shoulder and a box of Jethro/Darrell/Shannon parts to take back to Boxmore. And he just smiled all smug as Rad started talking at him a mile a minute as they left the battle club, going on & on & on about how awesome this was and wtf how long has this been going on and OMG Raymond you were GREAT man wtf also umm REIGNING CHAMPION, HELLO?????? 

And Raymond just laughed like, "Yeah, I've basically been sweeping the competition ever since I first stepped foot in the ring a few months ago. It's kinda sad sometimes how easy it is, but that’s just the territory that comes with being the best~ Every now and then I get a real challenge or two towards the end, like Ches tonight, and those really are a lot more fun than just wrecking through the unchallenging opponents~" 

And Rad snorted at his haughty/stuck-up/smug tone & was like, "Well too bad all this secret practice and winning doesn't seem to be helping you guys in trying to defeat us at the Plaza, huh?" & he was smiling & his eyes were all glittery & he was really just half-teasing, but Raymond only kinda shrugged and adjusted the box of smashed robo-parts in his arms. 

"Well, it is almost a completely different scenario. When we're out here fighting you guys, it's a whole different ballgame than when we're battling each other back there in the ring. It just a bunch of robots in there, you know?" 

And he looked at Rad pointedly at that ((bc Rad called at least Jethro simple/etc. back in Jethro's All Yours but how did Raymond know about that huh????)) and there was something about the way he said “robots” in such a dismissive tone when he was talking about all the amazing things Rad had just seen---talking about himself---that made Rad feel weird, & he furrowed his eyebrows, kinda a little offended on his behalf actually, & looked up at Raymond with these big, shiny, honest eyes and went, "Hey, don't say it like that. I like robots." 

And it took a second for him to register what he said & he like flusteredly blushed a tiny bit & pulled the cloak tighter around his face & basically pouted to the fullest extent now as they kept walking. But Raymond (after a couple seconds of mild shock like he had done back when he saw Rad cheering for him in the ring) just kinda smiled in this certain knowing way, but didn't say anything else either. And then the last shot was just of their backs as they walked beside each other back towards the Plaza, and then the end card slapped up and it ended. 

AND BASICALLY I LITERALLY WANNA CRY???????? WT-ACTUAL-F WAS T H A T, BRAIN???????????? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEE-HEEEE-HEEEeeeee becAUSE THIS EPISODE IS LITERALLY N E V E R GOING TO EXIST BUT I NEED IT LIKE AIR NOW?????????? F R I C K;;;;

[justjen523]

A Child With the Gods

Chapter 9

(Series Rating E 18+)

                                      The Cost of Love

     Only a few weeks remained as I rapidly approached my due date. Knowing and anticipating what was to come it was almost humorous how motherly they had suddenly all become. None more so than Zyglavis. There were times I had to kick everyone out simply for some peace and quiet free from scrutiny. While utterly exhausting I also found it endearing. 

     There was however one exception and he remained in the running for a potential candidate as Father. Scorpio. He hadn’t been mean or brash, instead he simply avoided me at all cost. I couldn’t for the life of me understand why and whenever I asked any of the others it was like they couldn’t wait to change the subject. The only thing I could think of was that he absolutely had no interest in being a father let alone to a half-breed. While that thought left a hole in my heart I had to try and see things from his perspective. Part of me understood perfectly but the other wanted a happier end for all of us.

     I had resigned myself to thinking if it turned out to be Scorpio’s and he decided he wouldn’t have anything to do with the child I would ask Zyglavis to adopt it as his own. After all, they would be siblings as strange as that fact was. Knowing it would be better to discuss this sooner rather than later with Zyglavis I decided to get my daily exercise in and pay a visit to his room for a change.

     As I wobbled slowly down the hall the mansion seemed strangely empty and quiet for a change. A fact I refused to get hung up and instead enjoy the rarely allowed freedom.

      It never grew old how adorable and precious it was to me how drawn my child was to it’s Father. Whenever I would even get near Zyglavis it would spring to life almost like it couldn’t wait to play with daddy. The beautiful part was Zyglavis was just as bad. Those two had such an incredible bond already it was amazing. He was always talking, singing, reading and even playing with his unborn child and the love the two already felt for each other flowed through every fiber of my being. 

     It’s strange, I never thought out of all of the twelve gods that it would be Zyglavis that I would end up falling for. He seemed so incapable of the love and gentleness a woman’s heart requires and finding out how wrong I was changed my life forever. He had become the love of my life and now the Father of my child. Even if we never were able to marry just having what we do now was more than a dream come true. I couldn’t possibly want or ask for anything more. 

     As I reached Zyglavis’ room I was surprised to find the door closed. He never closed the door unless he was away or we were spending time together. Figuring he must have stepped out I turned to leave but the way my baby was bouncing around told me he was definitely near. Maybe he was in some kind of important meeting? I thought it best not to pry and was prepared to leave but there was a sinking feeling that something I wasn’t supposed to know about was going on behind that door. I tried to shake it off and started to walk away until I heard voices start arguing. I couldn’t make out what was being said but it sounded pretty intense. Unsure of what to do I decided to leave but of course in the end my curiosity got the better of me.

     Knowing better than to interrupt I simply placed my ear to the door trying to make out what was being said. I still couldn’t make anything out but it was clear the voices belonged to Zyglavis and Scorpio. I felt a wave of relief realizing it was most likely something to do with that job that had kept them so busy lately. Getting ready to return to my room I moved my face from the door and accidentally nudged it open a smidge. Frozen to the spot I waited for the door to fly open and then to get scolded for a whole variety of reasons. That however didn’t happen. Instead I found myself dumbfounded when I realized Scorpio though angry was obviously crying. 

     “You KNEW this would happen and yet you did NOTHING! NOTHING Zig! Why?! Y-You could have at least told me before....before....”

     “Scorpio....please understand it’s not that simple...”

     “Not that simple?! What’s not fucking simple about it? Or have you been lying to me all this time?”

     “You know that I haven’t...”

     “So what then? You were just using me all along? Till somethn’ better came along? Pfft, I get it now. You’re...you’re just like the others. You’ll never see me as one of you yet you bedded that goldfish without a second thought and now you’re playing house with her too?!”

     “Scorpio listen..”

     “Did you really mean it?”

     “Mean what?”

     “That day you said you loved her, do you?”

     “....yes, I do. She is also the Mother of my child I can’t just..”

     “You never fuckn’ told her did you Zig....DID YOU?!”

     “....Scorpio...”

     “ANSWER ME!”

     “No. I did not.”

     “Fuck. I knew it. Well now what huh?! You just gonna pretend like everything’s okay and that this never even happened? Is that what I mean to you now? Nothing!?”

     “Of course not. You know how much you mean to me. I am sorry if I have made you feel otherwise.”

     “I wanna hear you say it. Or can’t you anymore?”

     “....I love you. I have always loved you since the day I saved you from that wretched place. I love you so much that I offered my own life if it meant saving you or have you forgotten? You are alive because I plead for you on my hands and knees before the King.”

     “Z-Zig....”

     “How can you say that to me after all I have done for you and continue to do?”

     “And I fuckn’ appreciate all of it. Every single day of my existence, or has my undying loyalty suddenly become unacceptable?”

     “Then why are you so angry? What reason do you have to behave like this?”

     “You seriously don’t frickn’ know? Pffft, we’re right back to where we started from. Ever since you started spendn’ time with that stupid woman you never....we never.....”

     “Is that was this is about? You think I no longer have feelings for you because I haven’t lain with you for some time?”

     ‘W-W-What did I just hear?! T-There’s no way!’

     “Then shall I remind you of just how precious you are to me?” 

     There is no answer but in the sudden silence that follows the dread and pit in my stomach forces me to push open the door and see for myself if what I just heard is actually real. When the scene before me is unveiled the pain is so numbing I sink to the ground in disbelief and shock. Before my eyes the man I had fallen desperately in love with and planned on sharing a future with seems to have already given his heart to someone else a long, long time ago. The pair is so caught up in expressing their love for one another that they don’t even notice my sobs. The worst part is I can’t look away, the way Zyglavis is kissing him....he’s never touched me that way, never looked at me with the same expression. I am not who Zyglavis truly loves. 

     “...I hate to say I told you so, but I did warn you did I not?” The quiet yet stern voice behind me pulls the door shut in front of me before continuing to speak.

     “Goldfish, this is the realm of the gods. There are things you will never be able to understand when it concerns our love for one another. That isn’t to say that we are incapable of committing to only one person. As much as I dislike that anal retentive square, his relationship with Scorpio is not something you are ever going to be able to come between. No matter how much you and Zyglavis try and love each other he cannot deny his heart. And even if he could would you really want him to?” Everything Leon is saying to me further rips my heart to shreds but not just because I truly love Zyglavis, it’s because he’s also speaking nothing but the truth. The pain I feel however is so maddening and crippling I feel like I can’t breathe and before I know it I am laying on the ground losing consciousness. 

     Leon effortlessly lifts her into his arms before the door swings open. Zyglavis’ eyes go wide and begins to panic yet Leon remains perfectly calm and simply glares at the Minister of Punishments.

     “What happened?! Is she alright? What are you doing here?”

     “Cleaning up the mess you made.”

     “I beg your pardon?”

     “Hey, I’ve never judged who you choose to take to your bed, nor do I particularly care. This goldfish however really loved you in a way neither of us could possibly comprehend and you just crushed every inch of her precious little heart.” Frozen in disbelief upon hearing Leon explain the cause for her current state Scorpio quickly appears at Zyglavis’ side.

     “The fuck happened here?”

     “You never learn do you.”

     “The fuck you say to me?!”

     “While the two of you were in there playing kissy face she was out here devastated that neither of you had enough courage to sack up and tell her the truth.”

     “Pffft...and? It’s her own stupid fault for comn’ here in the first place.”

     “Ever the stupid scorpion as always.”

     “Hey, this shit ain’t on me. I told you that day that fuckn’ her was a bad idea, just like I told ya gettn’ her hopes up was too. Try’n to love gods and bare our children, that’s on her. It’s not like she didn’t know where we came from. We’ve been telln’ her ass all along that this kinda shit is forbidden.”

     “You honestly think it’s that simple?”

     “Doesn’t matter does it? The best possible outcome for everyone is if she dies and takes those two unforgivable sins with her.” 

[skold]

this post is Marina’s List Of Favorite and/or Iconic Music Videos

this could also be subtitled as: if you truly want to understand me as a person, watch these videos because it’ll answer a lot of questions

it’s gonna be a long one so i’ll pop it under a cut

alright we goin by artist then chronological

AIDEN

knife blood nightmare - this is iconic for me simply bc i rly wanted to look like wil in this video so bad in 6th grade.

die romantic - WHAT A BOP. i used to do my black eyeshadow like wil in this video too lmao

ALL TIME LOW

poppin champagne - because blonde alex and also?? honestly?? what a wild video. this is truly late 00s oversaturated pop punk at its finest

i feel like dancin - i’m not the biggest fan of this record or even this song in general but this is like, quintessential all time low to me video-wise. like. it’s everything i want from an all time low video.

ARCHITECTS

follow the water - or as sam carter says, follow the wah-uh. first of all i love that this is in a church. second of all when will i get to go to an architects show this lit here in the states

heartburn - bc they all look pretty. ok. aesthetically on point as well.

AVENGED SEVENFOLD

beast and the harlot - i don’t always bop this song but when i do, the whole cul de sac does too. no but really this was so influential to middle school me i wanted nothing more than a boyfriend who looked like zacky or jimmy and whatever eyeshadows zacky was wearing in this clip

BLINK 182

i miss you - the video that inspired this post. THE AESTHETIQUE. 20′s inspired romantigoth film noir. i don’t yell about this music video enough.

BRING ME THE HORIZON

chelsea smile - it’s literally just a house part video but the song literally defines the year 2009 for me. emetophobia warning at 1:08

it never ends - this video got mad shit but i love it. pretty heavy gore throughout this video

alligator blood - CREEPY ASS AESTHETIC SHIT!!!! i live for it. 16 y/o me had it so bad for matt nicholls and him getting tied up and violated was like, god tier for me

visions - more creepy aesthetic shit. the videos on there is a hell were underrated

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA

hey john what’s your name again? - i gotta throw this one in just bc this hurls my ass right back to the year 2008. that bible imagery. those haircuts. it was a better time for music

html rules d00d - THIS SONG STILL SLAPS LMAO DON’T READ ME

ELISSA FRANCESCHI

salt - i’m not crying you’re crying!!! how did anne and christian franceschi manage to spawn two flawless and talented siblings!!!!!!

EVERY TIME I DIE

ebolarama - it’s a performance video in a roller rink what more could you want

wanderlust - you’ve probably caught on to the fact that i love creepy aesthetic shit.

decayin with the boys - THIS VIDEO HAS ME HOWLING. there are too many good moments to list here but the personal highlight is the dude admiring the lesbians making out, then he turns and admires they gays making out at about the 1:30 mark. also the jenga dream sequence. there’s a dick in this video, just a heads up. and a whole bootyass. i love andy williams. mild emetophobia tw at 2:30

FOXY SHAZAM

a dangerous man - eric nally’s screeching was the soundtrack of 2008

i like it - the chorus of this song is literally just “that’s the biggest black ass i’ve ever seen and i like it” and i have nothing more to say

holy touch - it’s a performance video but it’s. different. i really don’t wanna ruin this by saying too much about it. that’s just kinda how foxy shazam were. this song is a fucking banger. yes, they did have a trumpet player in the official lineup.

FRNKIERO ANDTHE CELLABRATION

joyriding - another performance video that’s. different. lmao. aesthetically perfect

GOOD CHARLOTTE 

lifestyles of the rich and famous -  the proletariat banger we weren’t ready for in 2002, but we’re ready now.

girls and boys - old people being punk rock. that’s all.

predictable - i SPECIFICALLY remember watching this on the good charlotte website the day this dropped. THE EARLY 2000S BAD CG IS REAL. i was literally ten years old but i somehow Felt every word of that spoken bridge, man. WHEN THE LITTLE GIRL GIVES JOEL THE ROSE AND IT TURNS BLACK i deadass thought that was so fucking dope y’all

i just wanna live - ignoring the irony of joel whining about being famous, this video had THE MEMES. 

GREEN DAY

longview - iconic simply by virtue of being their first video.

when i come around - ask me about my favorite songs of All Time and i’ll probably mention this one. it’s still great nowadays. i love all the shots of berkeley.

brain stew/jaded - this is such a great piece of art lmao the fucking. sludgy feeling of brain stew going into the chaos of jaded is great on the record, but even better in video form going from being stoned in sepia to tripping acid in an oversaturated cluttered space

walking contradiction - comedy gold

hitchin a ride - creepy weirdness and an iconic bassline. also mike dirnt looks fine as hell in this video

minority - i’m running out of ways to explain that a video is iconic to me purely bc of how important the song was to me at a given time lmao.

american idiot - is there anything i can truly say about this video? it was perfect in 2004, it’s perfect in 2017. uncomfortably relevant. epilepsy warning for strobe lighting effects in the second half

holiday - technically this was released before blvd, but since it chronologically precedes blvd in the story, i’m putting it first. this is like 90% here for the bridge section y’all. fucking iconic. i wore a fedora on the first day of sixth grade bc tre cool wore one in this video. not my proudest fashion moment. emetophobia warning at 1:56 but them playing EVERY character in the bar scene is perfection

boulevard of broken dreams - ah yes, 2005′s most overplayed song. i could not escape this song. every time the intro started everyone would just look at me bc i was The Green Day Chick. this video is aesthetically perfect though. shout out to mike dirnt’s jawline in profile

HOZIER

work song - first of all, this song makes me cry. second of all, the video is dreamy as fuck. it gives me irl chills. i love the choreography so much. the whole vibe is very modern southern gothic. and it’s incredibly intimate feeling without being... sexual or vulgar, i guess. 

IN THIS MOMENT

adrenalize - first of all i’m gay. second of all i’m gay. this video is decidedly nsfw

whore - aesthetically pleasing. chris motionless being subby is the real highlight here

sick like me - again, it’s here for the aesthetic.

big bad wolf - also aesthetic but THIS MAKEUP LOOK. maria’s makeup look in this video is actually literally my aesthetic goal. epilepsy warning for strobe light effects

sex metal barbie - say it with me: aesthetic. i also love this one bc the lyrics are largely lifted from people talking shit about maria on the internet, shaming her for being a woman with sexuality and agency, so fuck yes i support it. mild body horror warning for this one

JOHN 5

making monsters - john’s videos are mostly performance based but this one is so cute lmao. where do i cop a j5 action figure

LADY GAGA

paparazzi - i’m only including the RLY vital gaga videos here and the full version of paparazzi is her best work imo......

bad romance - .......but bad romance is a close second.

telephone - i can’t not include this one though. the collab of the decade.

LINKIN PARK

one step closer - i think this was the first linkin park video i saw Back In The Day......... it was 2 heavy 4 baby me at the time lmao but nowadays it’s one of my fave lp songs. the video is super corny let’s be real but it was 2000

numb - this song is so fucking emo but i love it. the video is like peak emo too. i swear the main girl in this video was like my fashion icon at the time. layered tank tops, ripped loose jeans, oversized hoodies and jackets. i wanted her hair so bad lmao

what i’ve done - this video is really visually solid. i thought this was like the Deepest Shit in middle school lmao

MARILYN MANSON

sweet dreams (are made of this) - THE CINNAMON TOPOGRAPHY!!! god i have no complaints about this video except that twiggy is in it. visual fx?? dope. wardrobe?? dope. location?? dope. manson in the wedding dress?? dope. unsanitary warning for the later half of the video bc manson gets pooped on by birds lmao

tourniquet - one of my fave vocal performances by manson tbh. i prefer this one of the two videos floria did w/ manson. 

long hard road out of hell - femme manson and religious imagery need i elaborate

the dope show - the first manson video i ever saw. i was... so creeped out lmao. LOOKS ON LOOKS ON LOOKS. john 5 lookin like a snack in this one

i don’t like the drugs (but the drugs like me) - this is probably the most heavy-handed manson has ever been with the christ allegory lmao and yet......... i love it. also shout out to manson and rose’s dogs bug and uncle fester for guest starring. body horror tw here

coma white - basically a flawless music video i have nothing to say here that isn’t already said by the video itself

disposable teens - everybody looks great in this one except twiggy fuck twiggy. i actually love the mtv version of this video too, which is all performance, but i can’t seem to find it rn??

the fight song - one of my fave manson looks. those boooooots tho. the gloooovessssss. i’m gross let me live

tainted love - sorry to send y’all to vimeo for this one but i couldn’t find one on youtube that didn’t look like it was filmed with a potato or watermarked. y’all slept on the genius of this video tbh

mobscene - hello it is me gaogfucker666. 

this is the new shit - still me, gaogfucker666. this video feels misinterpreted too honestly

(s)AINT (director’s cut) - specifically the director’s cut bc more tim skold in a dress and boots smoking a cigarette. this video is seriously fucking nsfw. needles, drugs, sexual content, vomit etc watch with caution pls

personal jesus - i love this glam rock look so much. tim looks so good in this he never wore the look again bc he knew he looked so good we could never handle it a second time.

putting holes in happiness - I CAN’T FIND the extended version with tim’s full solo and i wanna scream. but. here’s the official version

say10 (short) - i really fucking wish he’d compounded off this for the official say10 video, beheaded orange man or not. just the verse. it’s so good. moody and creepy and AHHH.

we know where you fucking live - heed the warning at the beginning lmao. i honestly loved this video. i know some people thought it was edgy but i rly rly don’t see that. it’s offensive and obscene yeah but it doesn’t have that edgelord feel, as much as i love to call him an edgelord.

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE

reincarnate - old school horror vibes!!! as a Humble Fetishist of Boots and Gloves, this is a great video. also this is one of those songs where i Feel the lyrics for real

eternally yours - THE COLORS!!! THE FUCKIN IN A COFFIN!!!! i have nothing more to say

MOTLEY CRUE

looks that kill - please watch this corny ass fuckin 1983 ass hair metal ass music video. please. i’m tryna add more shout at the devil era nikki sixx vibes to my wardrobe tbh

wild side - i love a late 80s arena performance video ok also where do i cop nikki’s shirt

dr. feelgood - i will always credit this as one of the songs that made me want to play bass tbh

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

vampires will never hurt you - too emo to view with the naked eye.

i’m not okay (i promise) - the video that spawned a million high school AUs. god i love this one. even watching without the nostalgia goggles it’s great.

helena - perhaps my favorite music video of all time? if not then top 3. this video still remains my ideal aesthetic 12 years later. HOW I’M TRYNA BE. i just wanna look like an extra in this video, okay.

the ghost of you - time to cry!!!!! emetophobia warning at 0:47

welcome to the black parade - it’s hard for me to talk about these videos bc they’re so universally iconic that to explain why i love them so much would be mostly redundant.

famous last words - see above. this song means the world to me

desolation row - if i had to pick a video other than helena to look like an extra in i’d pick this one. has gerard ever looked this good, before or after this video?? peak.

NINE INCH NAILS

down in it - these are getting linked to vimeo since the official nin account has them all uploaded there in better quality. anyway i love so many of the shots in this video and i love the colors and i love bab trent

head like a hole - SO dated y’all but bab trent leveled up and became baby dread trent.

happiness in slavery - this is seriously graphic. but it’s great. also where’s the extended version that shows trent getting eaten by the weird carnivorous robot

gave up - bABY BRIAN!! infants, y’all. INFANTS.

march of the pigs - it’s a one-take performance video but it’s...... so much more than that. this video hurts me in my hand/glove kink.

closer - this is in the top 3 with helena honestly. it is... a piece of art film before all else. a Must Watch. 

burn - another case of a video being important to me because of the song it’s for tbh.

the perfect drug - marc romanek is a GOD. also a piece of art film honestly. just y’all wait till i make my dnd character based on trent in this video lmao

starfuckers, inc - hm, another nin video that trent invited manson to be in. interesting. all memes aside it’s a great video even as much as i hate the use of the “fat = ugly” trope. epilepsy warning for flashing effects in the last part of the video

deep - why. are. y’all. SLEEPING ON THIS!!!!

only - this may have been the first nin video i willingly saw and recognized as nin. this video still holds up, especially with it being 95% cgi and still looking as good as it does.

ROB ZOMBIE

living dead girl - the theme song of my life??? iconic couple costume idea????

meet the creeper - i have to include this video because it’s BAD. it’s terrible and i fucking love it

american witch (live version) - WHEN ROB PICKS UP JOHN AND STARTS SPINNING HIM AROUND!!!! this is here specifically for all the long hair john content

dead city radio and the new gods of supertown - the aesthetic. everybody looks great. matt is in a gorilla suit

well everybody’s fucking in a ufo - highly nsfw. where do i begin with this fucking hot mess...... sheri’s huge fake boobs. john and matt and ginger as astronauts. john jerkin off. the aliens with dicks. the fact that the whole story is about getting gang banged by aliens???? nothing will ever reach this level

SKOLD

self titled promotional clip - epilepsy warning for a lot of flashing and smash cuts. sort of a few partial music videos in one, but there are only two official skold videos, so i gotta include both of them. the quality is garbage. it’s so incredibly 1996. yet i love it. the last song, anything, is pretty nsfw as in there’s actual femdom porn clips but this is why i love it.

better the devil - if there were more skold videos i’d put them here. but as i said there are only two. tim out there lookin like not just a snack but a full course meal in 4k quality. goddamn. the only man i can ever truly call d*ddy. tiffany and eli lookin like delicious side dishes as well.

TAKING BACK SUNDAY

you’re so last summer - flava flave is in it

this photograph is proof - this song makes me so fucking nostalgic............. it transports me right back to eighth grade lmao. tbs were one of my fave bands in middle school.

makedamnsure - the most emo song of all time?? side note regarding tbs: real talk, being fat in middle school, seeing another fat person in a band was so fucking reassuring and great. i love eddie. 

liar (it takes one to know one) - these visual effects are SO cool, even now.

YOU ME AT SIX

jealous minds think alike - ART... no but actually look at these literal fetuses. i fucking love this song. it’s probably my fave track on take off your colours.

kiss and tell - you right it’s another house party video BUT. baby josh with an undercut. he must be 18 or barely 19 here??

liquid confidence - WHEN YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE

stay with me - jkfljkghdfskljgs okay serious time: this song got me through a seriously rough part of my life and i have the title tattooed on me partially because of the video. 

loverboy - i have never seen a fandom in such utter chaos as the ymas fandom was on the day this video dropped. holy fucking shit. the THIRST was REAL. 

bite my tongue - peak ymas captured in one music video. that’s truly the most important part. that peak sns era ymas was preserved forever in this video.

lived a lie - is it bad if i still kinda want a “we are believers” tattoo lmao. i really....... love this song a lot. is it obvious by now that ymas love a big chorus lmao

give - this song gives me The Feels. it deserved better than a performance video in an empty arena but it’s all we got, so here it is.