#like his breath was freaking taken away?!? CMON

[wikitpowers]

what everybody else sees:

kit and ty inside:

[bordysbae]

can you do “i need you right now” with trevor? maybe he gets hurt on the ice?

“my girl”

trevor zegras x fem reader

word count: 0.7k

warnings: cursing and blood

“cmon trevor! get up!” you shout, trying to maintain your panic. dani terry, the only person who knows that you and trevor are a bit more than best friends, looks at you with pity. “y/n, calm down he’s gonna be okay, i promise.” “he isn’t fucking getting up!” you say, biting your nails. dani pulls your hand from your mouth, “please calm down y/n, i promise he’s okay. it’s trevor he’ll be fine” she says, gently rubbing your shoulder. suddenly, trevor attempts to stand up and wobbles slightly, grabbing his shoulder as he does. he’s quickly taken off of the ice, only making you even more nervous. “oh my god dani, this is horrible!” you say, entangling your fingers through a chunk of your hair. “shh, it’s okay i promise. they’ll come get you if it’s anything super serious, i’ve gone through this with troy before, it’s gonna be alright i promise,” she smiles pitifully.

after about 10 minutes of not knowing anything, the period ends and you’re left with another 15-ish minutes of not knowing anything. or so you thought. “excuse me mrs. y/l/n, trevor is asking for you. could you come with us?” “wait what?” “are you y/n y/l/n? trevor is asking for you in the locker room, he keeps saying ‘get y/n y/l/n, i need her right now’ so we asked around and a teammate said it was you.” “yes that’s me! take me to him!” you exclaim, quickly standing up from your seat, leaving dani. “i’ll come back okay?” “no worries hun! go get your man!” she winks, making you chuckle slightly.

you enter the locker room and see a bloodied up trevor. his shoulder has a bag of ice on it, and his nose is dripping blood slightly. you gasp at the sight, catching trevor’s attention. “oh hi pretty” he says flashing his cheeky smile that always makes your heart flutter. “are you okay? what the hell happened?” you say, walking slightly closer to him but still keeping your distance. “c’mere you’re not gonna hurt me by sitting next to me. i called you back here for a reason, no need to stand so far away love” he says, patting the spot next to him. you walk over and sit on the opposite side of his injured shoulder.

“i take it you’re not going back in the game for the third period?” “nah, i’m probably out for awhile. i really hope it’s not THAT serious and that i can come back by like next week.” “i’m sorry trev, he really slammed you into the boards. i was literally freaking out, you can even ask dani” “you were? that’s cute” he says poking your side. “yes! i was like biting my nails and tugging on my hair, i was screaming at you to stand up” “oh so you care about me huh?” he smirks, making you roll your eyes. “yeah yeah whatever, you’re my best friend so of course i do.” he tenses up slightly as you say this. you both fall silent for a moment, knowing what you just said wasn’t true. you guys aren’t just best friends, you both want more, but neither of you want to put a label on it. you guys call it ‘best friends who kiss often.’

“y/n.” trevor breaks the silence. “yeah?” you say turning your head to face him. “i don’t want to just be best friends.” he says, catching you off guard. “w-what?” “you heard me, i want more. i want to ditch the best friends who kiss thing, hell y/n, i never wanted that. i’ve always wanted you to be my girlfriend, to be my girl.” “trevor i-“ he cuts you off, “y/n, will you be my girlfriend?” “yes, yes of course i will! is that even a question?” you say, making him chuckle softly. “shut up and kiss me” he says, grabbing your cheek and pulling you in. you guys pull apart a few moments later, slightly out of breath. “why are you so demanding tonight?” you giggle, unsure of why he’s being so different than usual. “cause you’re the only thing distracting me from my killing shoulder” he says, pulling you under his non injured arm.

[heckinconfusedparade]

Wachowski Bros. Experience the Corn Maze

This is probably Toms worst idea yet. Send 3 aliens into a corn maze alone and score some alone time at the fair with the wife.

At first the boys were excited! They had never been in a corn maze before! That excitement quickly died down as they approach minute 5 of the longest minutes of their lives.

Knuckles has the map- he greatly insisted that as the oldest brother, it is his duty to guide his brothers to safety. Unfortunately he cannot read maps very well.

Sonic is feeling a tad claustrophobic. Not because of the paths, but because the corn towers over him and he has no idea where they’re going.

Tails wasn’t allowed to bring any of his gadgets. Bros feeling microscopic. His tails are covered in dirt and there are some leaves tangled in his fur. He does, however, have his little backpack with some water bottles.

“Hey, uh. Knuckles? Where are we?” Sonic stops walking, trying to get a glimpse at the map Knuckles keeps hiding from him. “Patience, hedgehog. I am figuring it out.” Knuckles glares at Sonic. Tails’ look shifts to concern because he can already sense what’s coming.

“What do you mean you’re figuring it out?? We’ve been following you this whole time. Are you telling me you don’t know where we are?”

“I am figuring it out. There is no maze I cannot best.”

“You’ve never been in a maze!” Sonic rolls his eyes.

“Neither have you.”

“Shut up.”

Sonic snatches the map from Knuckles, trying to compare what’s on the paper to his surroundings. That doesn’t solve anything, as he’s counting at least 10 different intersections exactly like this one. “Hey, Tails? Take the map. Fly up, see if you can see a path… or possibly an exit.” Sonic passes the map. Tails tries to fly up, but the leaves in his fur is making it hard to get much air. In fact, they’re even more tangled now. “..I can’t fly.” Tails sadly starts picking at the leaves tangled in his tails. “Maybe it’s a sign.. we shouldn’t cheat?” Tails isn’t sure why he said that. “Cmon Tails, I didn’t raise you this way” “Sonic we met 4 months ago” “I raised you.” “Ok Sonic.”

And so they continued on their way. To their horror, the sun is starting to set. Sonic tries to call their parents, but there’s no service. To make it worse, water supply is running low.

Tails is getting a little anxious. He’s now holding his brothers hands.

Eventually, they come across a mother and her small child. The child points at the brothers, tapping her mothers arm “mommy mommy look!!” The mother sighs and pulls her daughter closer “They didn’t say they’d be putting scare actors at nightfall..”

Knuckles and Tails look at Sonic with confusion. Sonic laughs “oh you think we’re part of the attraction? Sorry lady. We’re just a group of aliens trying to escape this maze.” The lady looks taken aback, moving her child behind her. “A-aliens?? Get away! Go! Leave us alone, you.. you FREAKS!” The lady picks up her child and runs off.

Sonic gestures to the running mother “behold, my brothers. Humanity.” Knuckles just nods. Tails looks a little sad “Sonic.. we don’t look scary, do we?” Sonic shakes his head “no, buddy. We don’t. They’re just not used to aliens running around. Some people can get freaked out because of that.” Tails clings to his brothers arm as they continue forward.

Knuckles stops “Sonic, what if I just punch our way to the exit?”

“Then you’re ruining the maze for everyone else, and you’re destroying what the farmer took months to grow. Don’t do that.”

“Then.. how about you run through the maze and try to find the exit like that?”

“Normally I would say yes. But I can’t just leave you two here. Plus, I could just get more lost, or lose you guys completely. In case you haven’t noticed, everything looks the same here.”

All alien powers are useless within the maze.

They swear they’ve passed the same path like 5 times.

Eventually, once it’s fully dark, they finally find the exit. Maddie and Tom are waiting for them. They all breathe a sigh of relief. Tails runs into Maddie’s arms, being lifted up into a tight hug. “Where have you boys been? We tried to call you, Sonic.” Tom isn’t sure if he’s mad or not, but he’s definitely relieved. “There was no service! I tried calling you guys too!” The guide walks up to the family “did you enjoy the maze?”

Knuckles glares at the poor guide “we just spent 4 hours walking around and traumatizing civilians.”

Sonic laughs “maybe ask us again when enough time has passed that we can look back and laugh at it.”

[flower-slut004]

Sociopath

(( Might make this into a series not sure yet))

Summary: Who would’ve thought that the BAU’s very own YN was an unsub as well as Luke’s partner?

Note: Purple is lyrics/ Not gender-specific/ Italics is a flashback / Blue is YN as well as lyric change.

The feelings I caught.

Luke couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to believe it. YN LN, the person he grew to love was sitting in front of him covered in the blood of their victim.

He thought back to the day where he met them when he was confused about his feelings every damn time they were around, and the day where he realized he fell for them. Hard.

“Damn it....” Luke groaned as he slammed the phone down at his desk. “Normally I’d look away since it’s usually not my business but you slamming the phone caused me to spill my water....so...spill” they joked as they cleaned up.

“Sorry... it’s really not a big deal. I don’t know why I acted out like that....” Luke remembers as he apologized that day by helping them clean up the mess.

“Clearly it is for you to slam the phone... so I”m going to ask you again Alvez.... what’s wrong,” YN asked with an intimidating look.

Luke should’ve taken that look as a hint something was wrong about them. It was like a light switch went off inside YN's head.

Luke remembers how he felt uneasy after receiving that look. He mentally slapped himself for not doing anything but he didn’t he was already infatuated with them.

“There isn’t a kennel available for Roxy this week and everyone I know is out of town...I can’t take her and I hate leaving her alone” Luke sighs as he admits what’s been eating him.

Luke’s eyebrows furrowed when he heard YN muffle a laugh. It soon turned into an eerie laugh as they kept apologizing.

“I’m sorry I should feel offended right now” YN wiped a fake tear from their face. Luke’s face scrunched up “I’m sorry what?”

“You said everyone you know is out of town right? I’m not out of town. I’m right here” YN answered back in a bored tone. “I’ll take care of her, plain and simple” they shrugged.

“Wait....you’d really do that?” Luke raised his eyebrows. “Of course, I adore animals. It wouldn’t be a problem” YN confessed.

Luke knew it was dumb but in a moment of stress with Roxy. He fell in love with YN and their oh-so-kindness.

The time that I lost

“Five years....we’ve known each other for five years and been together for those two years...” Luke’s voice shook with anger as he stared down at YN.

YN stayed quiet with a Cheshire cat grin as they laid their head in the palm of their hand.

Luke’s nostrils flared as he began to grow angry at their silence. “Well?” he slammed his hands on the table.

“Five years we’ve known each other and been together for those two years. It took you this long to finally realize...I thought I was dating BAU agent” YN mocked as they looked over to the two-way mirror to admire their work.

“Hey” Luke snapped his fingers “I wasted five years on you” he snarled

“No...you wasted five years not saving those people.”

Yeah I feel ashamed

Luke was taken aback by their comment. He didn’t know what to do. He just felt like screaming until his face felt hot.

He always thought YN was a little odd but took it as their quirk. He squeezes his eyes shut at the thoughts of all the victims he could’ve saved if he just snapped out of his puppy dog love for them.

“You really didn’t find it weird that I would come home late? Or how my nails were always trimmed to the brim? Or when-“ YN was cut off by Luke storming away.

“Hey hey....” Penelope tried comforting him as he entered the other side.

“I...We could’ve saved them....” He rasps out to the team.

Embarrassed with rage,

“Luke I know it’s not easy but don’t blame yourself....” Emily sighs.

“No....no no It’s my fault. It’s my fault those people died because I was too in love with them to see it. I was too oblivious to YN. God damn, I’m a freaking BAU agent. I should’ve known” Luke kicked a chair at the last part.

“They tricked me.....they humiliated me. I never thought YN would do something like this” Luke lets out a shaky breath.

“They tricked us all, We never thought they would do this either. You’re not the only one who feels this way” Rossi speaks up not taking his eyes away from YN.

Rossi grimaced as he saw YN making faces at the mirror “I know you’re out there” they sang.

“You know, talking behind someone’s back is a coward move” YN teased knowing how to push Luke’s buttons.

The other night your mom passed away.

The team just got a call about the whereabouts of the serial killer they were hunting down. It didn't take Luke another minute to realize it was YN"s mother's house.

He informed the team as he rushed out of the building and went straight to the cars as the rest followed.

As soon as they arrived at the house, everyone jumped out, Luke being the fastest he ran to the door and didn't take a moment to knock.

Kicking the door down, the BAU team was met with horror. Yn's mother was laying on the kitchen floor with stab wounds. The knife was still jammed in.

The team felt sick to their stomachs, not knowing how to tell YN when they get back from "training" in Boston.

And it was weird that you just went about your day and didn't even shed a tear.

When YN arrived to the building the next morning, they felt eyes on them. All eyes were on them giving them sympathetic looks.

YN hated that, they hated the looks they were receiving. They wanted to shout from the roof tops what they have done. They wanted fear out of them, not sympathy.

YN always wondered what it felt like...to feel bad about something. To feel sad for someone or to cry for someone. They never understood that part of emotions.

Lost in their thoughts they didn’t hear Luke’s voice calling out to them. “YN” Luke spoke louder as he placed a hand on their shoulder.

“Hm? Sorry I’m not in the right mind space right now” They sighed. Luke felt guilty knowing he was about to make their day worse.

“Let’s talk in private..” He motions over to the empty conference room. YN followed along with a deep sigh.

“YN....last night we got a clue about the unsub....” Luke spoke up. YN tried covering their small grin, thinking they figured it out it was them all along.

“YN....the unsub was at your mothers house....YN.....I’m sorry but your mom died...” Luke rasps out in a shaky tone. He loved their mother, she always welcomed him with open arms.

“Oh....okay” YN nodded feeling uncomfortable at the sight of Luke’s tears.

Luke’s eyebrows furrowed “Okay? YN are you okay? Your mother is dead” he wipes his face.

“I heard you the first time, life happens. We gotta move on. Cmon let’s go see what Penelope has for us”

Luke remembers that day clearly, he still hates himself for this day for not noticing that big red flag.

I feel bad, you don't feel bad. Sad, you don't feel sad.

With that memory refreshed in his brain, Luke went marching right back in and towards YN.

“Oh goodie you’re back. I missed you” YN smiled as they eyed them up and down.

“You didn’t bring a tranquilizer didn’t you?” they teased as they saw Luke turn red.

“I’m done with this whole situation, I’m done with you YN....yes...I feel sorry for the victims families. I feel sorry for myself for ever falling in love you. Most of all. I feel sorry you don’t feel bad.” He huffed.

“I feel sorry that you look at how you left your victims to the point of being unrecognizable and you don’t feel bad about it.” he slams the photos down.

Luke leans over the table closer to you “Damn....I feel sad you’re not going crazy after killing your mother” He shook his head as he leaned back.

YN couldn’t help it, looking at their artwork and seeing Luke’s face. They bursted out into tears.

Luke grew more furious “What.” he yelled

“All this time...I just wanted to feel something....seeing you in anger....made me realize. I finally feel something” they giggled.

“Bet you didn’t know I was a sociopath”

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 1

a/n: this is a mini-series that are based off of your asks and once i,,,,, finish,,,, my seijoh phase, i will also do this for the other schools but pls take these offerings in the meantime as i work on the next part of my manager!seijoh and the time traveler au 

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request: 

Wow, your series of Seijoh managers is so cute.🥺👉👈 After starting to read, I can only think about Oikawa and y / n on a Saturday night seeing mean girls, painting nails, taking care of the skin and the another day Oiks rubbing the face of everyone who spends much more time with his dear businessman LMAOO Anyway, congratulations on your work 💕💕 seriously, I LOVE this series omg-

I MIGHT BE AN IWA AND KYO STAN BUT OIKS IS DEFINITELY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND PRETTIEST DUMPSTER IVE EVER SEEN

yep lets start the pilot

so basically, oikawa was being oikawa again

what might i mean, you ask

well, he was starting to work much harder than before since this was his last ever inter-high and his last ever chance on beating ushiwaka 

even though they finally have the team assembled avengers assemble! with kyo back on the team, he still felt lacking and wanted to use every single free time to work on becoming better

yall fun fact about me, oikawa is actually my favorite character bc of how hard he works and the pain i have in that once scene during the karasuno match when he slammed into the tables and was struggling to get up bc of his knee----NO IM SOBBING AGAIN

iwa noticed him doing this again so he sent you out to drag him out and distract him from this 

‘cmon oikawa-san-’

‘NO, Y/N-CHAN! I HAVE TO-’

‘no, the only thing you have to do is spend time with me bc i miss you and i want to have that movie you kept talking about’

bahahaha he is so whipped that a single ‘i miss you’ from you will literally make him break his back and bend for you

it was successful and you were in your room, your parents understanding oikawa and his antics since youve complained about it before, and he was sitting on your floor while looking through movies

‘y/n-chan, do you have no alien movies in here? or barbie?’

IN MY CONTENT, IT IS CANON THAT OIKAWA LOVES THE BARBIE MOVIES FITE ME

you laughed from your spot on your bed and shook your head

‘no, oikawa-san. natsu took all my barbie movies and i get scared of alien movies’

he pouted but continued to look until his eyes literally lit up

it was like god took a picture of him and you saw the flash

‘MEAN GIRLS! Y/N-CHAN I DIDNT KNOW YOU LIKED THIS TYPE OF MOVIE!’

he shrieked but you shrugged

‘meh. katsuki, natsu’s boyfriend, gave it to natsu as a joke but he gave it to me instead bc he cannot stand regina george’

you reasoned while picking out nail polish colors and looking through the ingredients of your face masks

‘WE’RE WATCHING THIS! PERIODT!’

omg hes so loud but i am too so we compatible

ugh i hate my logic

then later,

as the movie played, you were arguing with oikawa as he refused to wear the unicorn and wanted the panda one, which was your favorite

‘OIKAWA-SAN, I LIKE THIS ONE!’

‘Y/N-CHAN I LIKE IT MORE!’

you sucked in a sharp breath before relenting bc you wanted oikawa to be relaxed per request of your beloved senpai

‘fine. but i get to paint your nails’

he nodded eagerly and you handed him the packet, to which he simply stared at it

‘y/n-chan, can you,,,, put it on me?’

he sheepishly asked and you gave him a confused and bewildered look

‘oikawa-san, have you never put these on yourself?’

he shook his head, cheeks flushing and eyes focusing on the blue blanket

‘my sister always put it on for me. or iwa-chan’

‘IWA-?! wHAT-?!’

but you nodded anyways and he made you sit on his lap to put it on

‘um, oikawa-san, this position-’

he smiled at you, a gentle and real smile, not the ones for his fangirls

‘nuh uh, its fine, y/n-chan. oikawa-san loves you so he likes you right here’

he mumbled, blushing and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer making you giggle and nod

‘okay. close your eyes then, oikawa-san’

he excitedly nodded, expecting a kiss from you but you flicked his forehead making his eyes fly open and wince at the pain

‘so perverted, oikawa-san. pervert-oikawa-san’

you scolded and he pouted

he said something but you didnt listen, instead placing the mask on his face and smoothing it out

his fringe was about to touch the wet material so you hastily grabbed a clip and held his hair up

he looked so cute that you couldnt help but reach over and snap a picture of him

‘ara ara gomen did y/n-chan just take a picture of oikawa-san?’

he teased but you shook your head

‘no. what are you talking about?’

he did the same thing to you and now you were both painting each other’s nails, ofc staying loyal to your school mint green and baby blue on the ring fingernail

lmao dont blast me for not being exact w the school colors but it looks mint green to me

he finished yours first and omg?? hes so??? good?? like what???

you were holding his large hands with your small fingers and his heart started thumping really fast at the simple touch 

‘thank you,,,,, y/n-chan’

you looked up to him with large eyes, still unfamiliar with the softness of his voice

it was such a contrast compared to his usually loud and obnoxious, mocking tone

‘oikawa-san is not a really good captain since he burdens and bothers everyone but you always fix it all and keep everyone together. so, sorry for everything’

he mumbled and the eye holes from the mask let you see his sad eyes, genuinely sad about himself

you made the last paint stroke and capped the nail polish before leaning forwards, hands on his thigh so you could be closer

oikawa ofc freaked out because wow youre so much prettier up close and he doesnt?? deserve you??

your eyes blazed with anger and he stuttered your name but you cut him off

‘OIKAWA-SAN IS NOT USELESS. HE IS A REALLY GOOD CAPTAIN WHO LED HIS TEAM TO BATTLE THE ULTIMATE RIVAL AND EVEN THOUGH THEY LOST, THEY STILL WON IN MY EYES. YOU GOT KENTA-KUN TO COME BACK EVEN THOUGH HE DIDNT WANT TO BUT HE DID BC HE KNOWS HOW GOOD YOU ARE. HE WANTS TO PLAY ALONGSIDE A PLAYER WHO DESERVES TO BE ON THE COURT AND EVERYONE ELSE THINKS THE SAME THING. ME, Y/N, IS JUST A MANAGER WHO MIGHT NOT KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT VOLLEYBALL OR THE TECHNIQUES AND ALL THAT BUT I RECOGNIZE YOUR TALENT AND YOU WILL MAKE IT BIG SOMEDAY, OIKAWA-SAN! I PROMISE! AND WHEN YOU DO, I WILL SUPPORT YOU AND COME TO YOUR GAMES BC YOU ARE MY CAPTAIN AND I DONT REGRET EVER MEETING YOU. SO DONT APOLOGIZE AND SAY SORRY TO ME, INSTEAD TELL ME YOU ARE HAPPY TO BE IN THIS TEAM AND SAY YOU LOVE THE TEAM AND YOU LOVE VOLLEYBALL AND YOU LOVE-’

but he cut you off, placing a chaste kiss on your exposed nose

yall really thought it was the,,,, speaking function part of your face

nahnahnah that is only for the doggie

oop what

 you stopped, flustered at the sudden action but oikawa smiled

‘i love you, y/n. i really love you so give me a chance, okay? i will wait, no matter how long it takes but,,,, let me catch up and for now, think about me, okay?’

BRUH HOW IS THAT RELEVANT TO HER LONG RANT LIKE WHAT---

you tilted your head to the side, confused

she is deadass naive like bls protect her

‘a chance for what? you want to catch up for what? youre already good, oikawa-san’

then he laughed

so much more different than the ones he let out in public

it was so,,,, beautiful

you found yourself grinning with him and he calmed down, brushing away the stray hairs that is in danger of getting stuck on your mask

‘come on, y/n-chan. lets go take this off’

he stood up and offered his hand which you took

after the moisturizing and final touch-ups for your skin, you finally settled on the blanket fort and dozed off, the movie still playing but you were too comfortable in oikawa’s arms that you didnt even notice the credits rolling

the next day, you didnt feel the need to mention it at all

but oikawa did and it was still truly an accident

iwa heard about him staying late again and you having to drag him out of there and he was hitting him and kicking him again

you were so used to this that you were just writing down your notes at the corner, oblivious to oikawa’s crying

finally, he had enough of it

‘SEE THIS IS WHY Y/N-CHAN DOESNT LET YOU SPEND THE NIGHT WITH HER! BECAUSE YOU ARE SO MEAN!’

um, sire what did you just say

that was completely taken out of context and everyone, omg, especially iwa and kyo just froze

‘what,,, did you just say?’

iwa asked in a dangerously low voice and you shrugged

‘you told me to distract him, iwa-san, so i did. he was happy and satisfied and thats all that matters, right?’

you shot them a smile and oiks had such a smug smile when iwa looked at him and he was about to hit him when kyo just came out of nowhere and YEETED the smile off of his face

oikawa screamed

just a wittle blurb about this bc i totally love this :( and he totally needs more love and some of my readers love oikawa and want oikawa manager content so here it is!!! feast on these crumbs!!!!

[xhannahbananax03]

The Calm Before

Imagine seeing yours and Daryl’s sons head on a stake

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: TWD S9E15 SPOILERS! Angst, heartbreak, death, gore,

MASTERLIST

Everyone was embracing each other like it would be their final goodbye, and in a world like this, it very well could be.

"Are you sure we can't stay for the movie?" You pouted slightly up at your husband, "It could be our only chance to go on a movie date." You whined.

He just grinned slightly before rubbing the back of your head and kissing your forehead, "Don't worry darling. You'll get that movie date." He promised.

You smiled and hugged him tightly before Dog ran up to your both, giving Daryl a soft bark. Daryl knelt down and pet his head as you spotted your son walking over with his friend in tow, a friend that was damn near impossible to obtain and nearly got you all killed.

But you smiled nonetheless and pulled him in for a tight hug when he was close, "Stay safe." You told him softly, before pulling away slightly and holding his face in your hands, trying to commit every feature to memory.

"Ok mom." He chuckled, grabbing your hand and pulling away slightly. Blushing when he heard his friend giggle behind him. Daryl placed a hand on your back and you looked up at him, exchanging a knowing smile.

Daryl placed a firm hand on his shoulder and nodded his head, "Stay safe son."

Your boy lost his smile as a serious expression took over, he looked just like his dad, "Yes sir." He nodded before Daryl pulled him into an embrace.

When they pulled away, you watched your son and just couldn't help it so you pulled him close and placed a kiss on his cheek, "Mom!" He blushed pulling away and wiping his cheek off.

You just giggled and smiled at him, "I love you sweetie." You told him before waving to his friend.

"Love you too ma." Glenn smiled before turning and walking back over to his friend with his head down, she just laughed and grabbed his hand as they walked away.

You sighed and sniffles softly, "Can't believe he's going on a date.." you said softly. Daryl just chuckled and kissed the top of your head before turning to get his bike ready for the journey.

"You coming (y/n/n)?" He called over his shoulder from where he sat on his bike, you watched your son for one more moment, before turning and making your way over to your husband.

You sniffled again as you climbed onto the back of his bike and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist, resting your cheek against his leather clad back.

"Don't be sad sweetheart, he'll be alright." He reminded, patting your hand softly before turning the engine over.

"I know.." you whispered softly, mostly just trying to reassure yourself that he had proven he could take care of himself.

As you and Daryl roared down the road, with your friends not too far behind, you had a hard time keeping the tears at bay as your mind went back to when Glenn was younger.

He giggled as his daddy pushed him higher on the swing. It had been such a long time since you'd seen Daryl smile so wide. Hell, he barely smiled when you got married, not even when you told him you were definitely pregnant.

Maggie had put up a little fight when you told everyone the name you had chosen, but you reminded her that Glenn had been your friend long before the apocalypse started. Eventually, she grew to like the idea of having someone with her husbands name.

Suddenly, loud crying brought you out of your thoughts, you immediately thought the worst and shot out of your seat on the porch, running over to the small playground in the middle of Alexandria.

"What's wrong?!" You shouted, running towards your husband and son. Daryl sat on the ground, holding Glenn on his lap. That's when you saw the scrape on his knee.

"Mommy!" He cried out reaching for you.

"Oh baby.." you cooed, picking him up and holding him close, "What happened love?" You asked him softly as he sniffled and sobbed against your neck. Daryl stood and placed a warm hand on his back, rubbing slow circles to try and calm him.

You looked up at Daryl for answers, and he mouthed, 'He fell off' while pointed to the swing set.

Daryl guided you both back inside and you sat Glenn on the kitchen island while Daryl ran upstairs to grab your first aid kit.

You handed him a glass of water before reminding him to go slow, seeing as how he was barely holding it together and choking up on the occasional breath.

You wiped his tears away before grabbing a wet cloth to wipe the dirt off his face and the leftover��mustard from his lunch.

Daryl came in and sat the kit next to the boy before opening up and looking at him, "What do you think kid? Gonna survive?" Daryl jokes, giving him a little smile.

Glenn giggled and nodded his head, "Always daddy."

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the slow of Daryls bike as he tapped your hand to pull your attention the the people in front of you, The Highwaymen as they like to call themselves, stood watching you approach.

Daryl parked the bike and you both hopped off, you grabbed your machete while he grabbed his crossbow and you walked over to the men, they nodded their heads at you, "You should probably see this." The man who you assumed to be the leader spoke up.

These people looked like the raised a costume store.

"We were clearing the roads." He said leading your group down a small hill where a tipped wagon sat, the horses nowhere to be seen and the people were gone too. All that was left was a few crates of things they were probably taking to the trade fair, and a little box of carved wooden tokens. Hilltops people.

"Spotted some tracks leading down to here." He said as everyone stopped to inspect the mess. A woman that Hilltop had taken in, saw one of the coins and confirmed your earlier thoughts. "Dead didn't do this, people did."

Alpha and her people. This had to be them, trying to get back at you for once again, taking her daughter. But you and Daryl both agreed that you wouldn't be giving her back this time.

"The skins-You know about them?" Michonne piped up, turning to look at the leader.

"I got the download." He nodded to her from his crouched down position where he was chewing on a almond.

You looked at Daryl and scrunched you're eyebrows, this didn't make sense. Where's the bodies? He just shrugged and continued looking around, he probably had the same thought as you.

"That'd be my guess." He spoke up once again as you moved closer to Daryl, "Anyone else out here and my patrols would've seen em."

You grabbed Daryl's hand and he looked towards you, "You thinking the same thing I am?"

He squeezed your hand and looked around, "Where's the bodies." He spoke, his deep voice making the conversation a bit more private.

"Yep." You sighed and nodded your head, he turned and squeezed your hand again before dropping it and pointing to the semi-obvious trail ahead.

You turned back towards the group, "They drug em out this way." You said, pointing to the trail and grabbing everyone's attention.

"Let's go." Someone said, moving towards you and Daryl.

Daryl shook his head, his hair flopping about slightly, you'd make sure to get him a shower after this. "No, we can't just all go rushing in there." He argued turning towards the man.

"They could still be alive." A lady piped in, you'd only met her twice. Once at hilltop, once at the kingdom. Never talked long enough to find out her name.

"If those skin freaks followed them all the way from Hilltop, the whole community is in danger right now." You threw back at the group.

"Then we split up." Carol said, "Michonne, (y/n), Daryl, and I will track them. The rest of you go back to hilltop."

A few people looked hesitant, but after looking at each other, they nodded their heads and headed back out of the woods and towards the road.

You followed behind Daryl and in front of Carol and Michonne. "Hey! Wait up!" A voice shouts behind you, causing you to all look back. A newcomer with a bow and arrow trotted behind you before catching up and nodding her head.

Daryl nodded back, showing you she was safe.

Darkness began taking over the sky and soon enough Carol turned on he flashlight, lighting the path for Daryl ahead, "I don't know if there's a happy ending here." You told Daryl sadly. He was always the hero and would always blame himself for something going wrong.

Daryl stopped in his path, refusing to hear your words and knelt down where there was a small bloody puddle on the ground beneath a stick. He picked it up and put it in the light, it had obviously been used as a weapon. Whether it was used on defense or offense, you were unsure.

Daryl drops the stick and looks around for any more clues but sees that the trail splits off in three different directions, "The trail leads three different ways." He spoke up for the rest of the group to hear, "Doesn't make sense." He mumbles, looking around for a blood trail.

That's when you hear a few twigs snap, catching your attention and making you whip around, then you heard a few more break, "Head back. Head back!" You told the group starting to move back the way you game, "Cmon, let's go!" You shouted, knowing you didn't have the facilities so take on the skins right now.

But before you could continue on your path back, a ma stepped out in front of you, wearing the face of a walker. Daryl grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you back behind him. He must've recognized the guy, because he held you firmly behind him.

You turned around to look at the rest of your group and realized you were surrounded and everyone hand their weapons out. "Drop them." The voice of the tall man growled. "I won't ask twice."

He took another step forward, cause Daryl to push you back further against the rest of the ladies in your group. Daryl dropped his knifes and stumbled slightly, this had to be one of the only times you've seen him scared. Granted, the man was huge, but Daryl thought he could take on anyone, and he probably could.

"You just had to give me the girl." The man whispered to your husband, that's when it hit you. He must've been the one to come for Alphas daughter. The one who nearly killed Daryl. "No one else had to die." He told him, trying to make him feel guilty, and you could see in the way his shoulders heaved, he was beginning to feel just that.

"But now that deal..." the giant of a man took one more step, standing toe to toe with Daryl, "is done."

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"Mommy! Mommy!" Glenn shouted, running back into the house. At first you thought it might've been a gleeful shout, but then you saw the terror on his face.

"What is it baby?" You knelt down to his level as he ran into your arms. Maybe he saw Negan and got frightened. Negan has yet to lay his hands on a child here, but he did seem to have a way with words. "Didn't mommy tell you to stay in the backyard?" You scolded him gently.

You pulled back and looked at him to see tears running down his face, "I tried to mommy.." he whined softly, "but then I heard a fight and looked and-and he took daddy!" He sobbed out, hugging himself back against you.

Your face paled as you looked straight ahead, he wouldn't do that. Would he? What use would he have for Daryl.

Later that night when your husband didn't return, you knew it had to be true, Negan took Daryl. He pounded on Ricks door until he answered with a solemn face, "(y/n)-"

"What the hell Rick?!" You shouted shoving his chest, "Why would you let him take Daryl?!" You screamed, surely alerting the neighbors.

"I didn't let him take anything!" He shouted back, "Our 50% was more like 25% this month. He said either he takes Daryl, or he starts killing." He said sadly, dropping his head into his hands, "I fought. I fought like hell (y/n). But he's Negan. He was gonna hurt my boy."

You wanted to be angry, but seeing the despair, you couldn't help but let out a choked sob as the tears began flowing. Rick pulled you into his arms, "We'll get him back. I promise."

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All four of you stood silently with your hands tied behind your back in a circle formation, it brought you back to the night Negan killed Abraham and Glenn.

Alpha walked slowly towards you and Daryl, she looked like a lion stalking her prey, she looked like an alpha.

"You ain't gettin her back." Daryl told her before she even had the chance to say anything.

She stared silently at him for a moment before shaking her head, "You think this is about my daughter?" She drawled heavily.

Daryl just stood silently watching her, as did the rest of you. She nodded her head and motioned towards her bloodied knife, "Ran into some trouble on the road." She mentioned, obviously trying to irritate you, and you'd be lying to say she wasn't. You hated seeing a good person die.

She wiped her knife on her pants, smearing the last of the wet blood across the front of her jeans, "You like my new camp?" She asked, tilting her head, "My people like to keep moving. Like to keep roaming."

She moved closer to Daryl, you spoke up in fear that she might use that knife, "We granted Lydia asylum." She turned her attention towards you and so did everyone else, "Any attempt to take her by force, will result in retaliation." You warned.

She glared slightly at you, like she was studying you, before turning her head back to Daryl, standing dangerously close to him, "She speak for you?" She asked him, pointing the tip of her blade at you.

Daryl looked at the knife for a second before looking back down at Alpha, "We speak for each other." He nodded.

She stared at him for a moment before turning back to her people and pacing in the middle of them, looking like a sort of drill sergeant, "My daughter isn't a concern anymore. She was weak and never lived up to expectations." She said slowly, seeming like she's trying to convince herself of that too.

"Was?" Daryl spoke up again, and part of you wanted to hit him for catching her attention. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?" He challenged.

"To be clear..." she turned towards him slowly before pulling out a sawed off shotgun and pointing it at his stomach. Your eyes widened and you wanted to scream at her or fight back, but that would just result in definite death, "Your group is in no position to threaten me. That is a habit that needs to be broken." She looked down before looking back up at Daryl like an idea suddenly hit her.

"Come with me." She told him before taking a step closer. Your head turned so fast you swore your neck popped. Daryl just stared at her with no emotion. "Just you." She said more softly, shaking her shotgun in the direction she wanted him to go.

He stood for a moment, before moving in that direction, "Daryl!" You shouted after him which seemed to piss her off because she stuck the barrel of the gun under your chin.

Daryl turned and stared wide eyed at you, not wanting to make her more mad and actually pull the trigger, "If I were you, I'd shut your damn mouth." She growled, pushing your chin up before pulling away and looking at Daryl, "Keep moving."

Daryl have you one more look before turning and heading off, you shut your eyes and allowed a tear to roll down your cheek. You just had to stand and watch as the love of your life walked away to probably die.

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Shortly after Daryl had left with Alpha, a few of the other group members had lead you off in the same direction but a little bit more north. The sun had begun to rise by the time you had reached a large field.

The people that brought you there, cut the binds on your wrists and told you to stay at the bottom of the hill to wait for your friend. When you heard that Daryl was coming to you, you cried tears of relief and when he walked through the tree line you sobbed and ran at him.

You jumped into his arms and he held you tightly to him, breathing you in. When he finally sat you down he grabbed your face and kissed your lips hard, "What did she want?" You asked him as he wiped at your tears.

"Nothing important." He reassured you, which was sort of a lie, but there was no use in worrying you now. "She did say to look for a marker. Said we'd know it when we saw it." You just nodded you head as he looked back at the rest of the group.

Before you all moved towards the hill, you heard shouting come from back in the woods, you looked at Daryl and when he heard a shout of "Help!" He headed towards it with you following shortly behind.

Soon enough, the sight of a bloody Siddiq came into view, he was propped up against a tree and when he saw you he sighed in relief l, "Thank god." He said.

Michonne rushed over to see if he was alright before picking him up and shrugging one of his arms over her shoulders. "What happened?" She asked him.

He was just muttering gibberish and pointing at the hill.

The six of you eventually made your way up the hill, at the top in the near distance, you could see what looked like several poles with round things on them, as you got closer, it hit you. They were heads.

That's when you saw it, "Tara.." you mumbled. Reaching up to cover your mouth as tears began slipping down your cheeks. Then there was an elderly woman who you had seen holding a baby at the fair, then the two highwaymen, then DJ, two of the teenagers from hilltop, which only made you sob harder. They killed children.

Glenn. Looking at the rest of the heads, you spotted him. They had taken and murdered you baby. You moved towards him slowly, needing to see his face, "No. No!" Daryl yelled at you, grabbing you and spinning you away from your son, "Don't look baby. Don't look." He sobbed holding you close.

You never felt this heartbroken, they had taken your sunshine. You swore right then and then, you'd kill every last one of them.

[justsomefluff]

Hello I was wondering if you could do an ateez reaction to going to a fashion show with their girlfriend 🥺❤

here it is!! sorry it’s so late!! I hope you enjoy! <3

Hongjoong:

Okay so Joong is the type to pretend he doesn’t want to go

But then love every second of it

And after your first one, he’s gonna beg you to go to more shows with him

Like every time a model comes out wearing something new, even if the entire look is hideous, he’s gonna complement something about the look

Because he knows how hard the models and designers work to make all this happen

And if there’s a look he really really loves, he’ll look at you and be like

Im gonna buy that for you

Suddenly showering you in complements

“Babe, you’d look so beautiful in that”

“Babe, you’re the most stunning person in here”

NO FAX, JUST PRINTER

And at the end of the night, you’ve both compiled a list of colors and styles you would like to see on each other

So you decide to make each other outfits for the next date you go on

And its just so cute bc Joongie really does draw inspiration from everything he sees

So he totally writes a song about this experience with you

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa is not shy about his love for fashion

Like he has his own sense of style, and he loves choosing things that he feels will express his personality

So when you guys get the chance to go to a fashion show together

OH BOY GET READY

He’s gonna grade every look under his breath on a scale from 1-10

And then he’ll tell you what he likes most about each style that is presented

He tries not to be too critical though bc he knows that everyone’s tastes are different

Will also ask your opinion on the outfits

Like “ooh what do you think of that one? I really like the textures on it!”

You will both choose your top two outfits 

like you choose them so that you have one you want just for yourself and one that you want for him

And then he does the same

You typically choose similar looks because you know each other’s style super well

And Hwa is totally the type to surprise you by buying you one of the pieces he had seen you eyeing more than the others

“Just as a thank you for coming with me :)”

Yunho:

His crackhead comes out in full force at fashion shows, believe me

I mean seriously

Every time something comes out that he doesn’t like he insults it in a really funny way

And you’re sitting in the front row so your literally biting your lip so hard to not laugh in front of all these cameras

Like a model comes out with a bunch of feathers on her outfit and Yunho’s just like 

“Heads up, everybody, Chicken Little has just hit the stage!”

Or if he sees something particularly revealing he’s like

“Wouldn’t you love to see me in that, baby”

Like would you just hush already lmao

He takes a picture of every single look that he finds funny, just so he can send them to you later with a funny caption

But he also sees one he really loves

Will take a picture of your side profile when you aren’t looking

And the model is coming down the runway in the background

He will save that picture as his background as a reminder that he is going to get you that outfit someday

But he will try not to let you find out that he was so soft about it lmao

So he tries to keep you from seeing his wallpaper

He really wants it to be a surprise, but he also cant stop looking at the picture and imagining the moment you are finally able to put the outfit on

Yeosang:

(he’s so cute I cant breatheeee)

Yeosang will sit pretty silently through most of it

But do not be fooled

NO MODEL IS SAFE

He is judging and critiquing every single look like it is his JOB

The most stone cold poker face you will ever see

Will only crack a smile if you whisper “you’d look so good in that, Sangie”

But when you finally leave he will show you any of the pictures he had taken and start a legitimate conversation about how you liked or disliked each look

Has a grading system lmao

Like you have A-F grading scale, but also categories that each look has to fulfill

Color, texture, fit, overall flow of the patterns and clothing items, etc.

And you can play along for a while before you’re finally like 

“YEOSANG, WE ARENT JUDGES ON NEXT TOP MODEL”

“We could be”

Like boy if you don’t-

But then he gives in and he’s like “just tell me which one you loved the most and I’ll tell you if it was good or not”

So you do and he’s like “THAT WAS THE WORST LOOK OF THE ENTIRE NIGHT WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT”

And then that launches a playful debate about who has better fashion sense

But overall you both had a really good time and plan on making this an annual tradition

San:

(he’s so breathtaking here im sorry I mean cmon his hair matches his sweatshirt)

This fashionista here

Sees the artistry in every look and compliments literally everything

Very genuine in his appreciation for the work that has been done

Spewing compliments the entire time

“Omg look how intricate all the stitching is.”

“That fascinator is so stunning, look at all the colors wow”

And it’s so cute to just watch him

Like he’s assessing all the models with the biggest doe eyes

He really is like a little kid at Disneyland for the first time

Just so excited and appreciative of every little thing

“I wish our next comeback could be so beautiful like this!”

“Sannie, your comebacks are always beautiful”

“BUT LOOK AT ALL THIS ELEGANCE!!”

It’s just so adorable

And when the designer comes out at the end of each parade of models, you can bet San is cheering the loudest

And he’ll be so inspired and as his makeup noonas to try and replicate some of the looks he had seen

Gets hella motivated and literally starts drawing up ideas that he has for costumes and things

He’s just a sweet baby who sees the beauty in everything and wants to make beautiful things too

And he will always ask your opinion on his drawings

“Do you like this one? Do you think it could work?”

And of course you tell him all of them are fantastic bc they are

And you guys work together to make some of his outfit dreams come true

Mingi:

At fashion shows, Mingi thrives bc models tend to be really tall for some reason

As a short person, I am offended by tall people’s clothes

ANYWAY

Mingi is just looking at the pants like “I bet those would actually fit me on the first try”

And then he’s like “baby, I could be a model”

And you’re like “I already knew that, you’ve always been pretty”

He gets blushy aww

“I’m pretty” UWUUUUUU

And now that you’ve got him going you cant just let that blush fade away I mean its too cute

Don’t squander this opportunity to make our baby blush even harder

So literally every other model your whispering “you’d look better in that”

“You’d be the best model here, Minnie”

And eventually he’s smiling so big and blushing so hard that he’s like “stoop my cheeks hurt”

So you settle for giving him a lil smoochie on his cheek

But then he shall take his revenge

Starts complementing you even more than you had complemented him

Thus begins a complement war

By the end, both of you realize that you’ve ignored the last two sets of models and had just been telling each other how much you love each other over and over

Get a room you guys I mean really

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung is a giggly mess

The entire time

Because he thinks every little thing is funny

A model’s makeup is too extreme? He’s laughing

Someone’s hair is too wild? He’s laughing

Someone looks like they rolled straight out of a dumpster? he’s laughing and saying “thats you”

Like SHUT UP lmaoooo

He’s also laughing bc he’s imagining the members in all of the ugly outfits

Like “lmao imagine Hongjoong wearing that big ole hat”

“Imagine Seonghwa wearing those balloon shorts”

Like he’s so annoying lmao

But it does have you both laughing hard enough to get dirty looks from other spectators

Once he eventually calms down and hushes himself, he actually starts getting into it and thoroughly enjoys watching the way the clothes flow when the models walk and stuff

He finds it genuinely interesting to see how each artist has fit the clothes to each specific model’s body type

But he will still fit in some snide comments here and there to make sure you’re fully entertained

Bc if he’s not laughing… is it really Wooyoung

Jongho:

Okay Jongho is definitely into fashion

Whether he is obvious about his affinity for cool clothes or not, he’s into it okay

And he evaluates every look in terms of “would I look good in that? Would bae look good in that? Would any of the hyungs look good in that?”

Very thoughtful baby

Will take pictures to send to people and be like “this reminds me of you”

Will say it directly to you too

He is also kinda cheesy and poetic about it

“The bright pink reminds me of how happy you make me”

“That blue is like the sky when you’re around: cloudless”

Eventually you’re like “oh shut up ya freak” lmao

And then he’s laughing bc he’s embarrassed that he said all that

He’s like “why am I so cheesy”

And you low-key love it so you just smile at him

But then he keeps taking pictures of the models and eventually starts taking pictures of you bc he just loves you and finds you so breathtaking awww

At the end of the night he’s so sweet to you and thanks you for coming with him and hopes you had a good time and-

You just kiss him and tell him you had a lot of fun and you should definitely do it again next time there’s a show in town

He definitely agrees bc he really just loved sharing that experience with you

[kiwitickleart]

Hinaken Drabble

I know it's a sin to think about HinKen on KuroKen day but I just live for Kenma laying on his back playing on his phone and Hinata using his tummy as a pillow so here is a drabble.

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It was late at night. Kenma was being a night owl once again. Busily playing games in his phone. Hinata was always so impressed with Kenma's stats. Hinata remembered when he started to play the same mobile game and saw Kenma's username on the leaderboard.

Though this was ridiculous! It was 2AM. He wanted to cuddle and go to sleep already. Luckily there was no practice for him today and Kenma was out of high school. Even so he still liked to go run in the mornings or have Kenma begrudgingly give him sets.

Hinata had decided to lay his head on Kenma's stomach. It was always so warm and soft. Kenma had taken to wearing sweatshirts almost everyday this winter.

Kenma didnt even react. He just grunts softly before patting Hinata's hair and going back to his game.

That jerk. Even knows I'm sleepy and is just gonna let me sleep like this....

"Kenma~ it's so late! We should sleep. "

Kenma hums. " you can go. I'll meet you later"

"Yeah at 6am when I wake up! Cmon! " he turns on his side to face Kenma. Kenma didn't even glance down at him.

Ignore me will you?!

Hinata sits up suddenly. It startled Kenma enough to look up at him curiously. Hinata hovers over him before pushing his cold hands up Kenma's shirt. Earning a sharp breath intake for him.

"S-Shoyo cut it out!"

"No! I'm gonna tickle you until you get sleepy!"

It wasnt but a moment later Kenma was snickering and curling up in a ball. He always tried to hold it in but Hinata knew just how to end that.

He scribbled his fingers down his hips and and stomach. Just like a cat Kenma freaks out and tries to desperately shoved Hinata's hands away from his hips. Begging for mercy through laughter.

"I give! Uncle! Stop!!! Ahahaha!"

Hinata slowly stops.

Kenma gave a huff. Anyone else he'd kick in the groin right now but Shoyo looked so sweet.

He sighs. "Alright let's go to bed. "

Hinata beams down at him and helps Kenma to his feet.

-

Okay sorry byeeee

[kafeuka]

[1/1] of random doodles, sweet treats and bubble gum hair

▬ title: of random doodles, sweet treats and bubble gum hair ▬ wordcount: 5585w ▬ pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin ▬ summary: Jimin works at a cafe as a barista and Jungkook's the son of Jimin's boss. Together, they're just two boys in love.

☆ note: this was requested by yunieusagi and it is A SHITLOAD different than the real request, i have to apologize for that. i know it's a lot different than what you had it mind, but i just can't seem to write it??? idk what the fuck's wrong with me and i am really really really sorry for that. i can't believe this took me a lot of time and the end product is... quite... unsatisfactory... but however, enjoy! thank you for requesting and once again, i am so sorry for how it turned out. (๑>ɷ<๑) read on AO3 here. request here.

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Jungkook had a strong urge to yell at his father to piss off and stop intruding with his life (just like any other kid on their rebellious phase) but he really did not want to irritate the man who provide him with food and daily pocket money. Especially not when Jungkook was dying to get himself the latest video game so he could lock himself in his room and boast to his friends how he managed to finish the entire game in one seating.  

He entered the café through the backdoor, greeting Somin who was on a break and nodded his head to Yien.

The smell of coffee wafted in the air, making him scrunched his nose delightfully as he took the nearest seat at the counter. While initially he hated the idea of him staying until closing time, he figured he might as well do something productive while he was at it.

In Jungkook’s dictionary, however, productive meant filling his sketchbooks (and textbooks) with doodles and sketches of random things and people.

His father was away for a business meeting and he was given the job to lock the café. He could have lied and given the keys to one of the workers but his dearest father had specifically assigned him to the task. Mingyu once suggested that his father was probably having high hopes that Jungkook would have taken the family business and Jungkook thought it was a crazy idea, but it seemed to make more sense now although Jungkook made it crystal clear that he wanted nothing to do with the café.

Breathing in the scent of coffee, he flipped open his sketchbook and took out a mechanical pencil from the pocket of his hoodie. His mind was as blank as the page of his book, and when the lead touched the paper, he began scrawling and doodling whatever he could. Sometimes he would draw people, at times he would draw animals. Half of his sketchbook was filled with drawings of people; they did not serve him as an inspiration, but rather something for him to work on.

He was not searching for perfection, but just a proof that he could bring an image of them to life.

Jungkook was drawing Minghao from memory – which he totally sucked at (and now Minghao looked like he got ran over by a lorry) – when he felt a presence in front of him. He looked up to find Jimin was smiling at him, small hands gently pushing the ceramic cup towards Jungkook.

Jimin was one of the new workers his father hired recently, the only one in the café he was unfamiliar with and he absolutely had no intention to, as Jimin had bright pink hair that grab everyone’s attention. He swore even trees would turn to look at him if he passed by one.

“Hey. Jungkook, right?” he asked, beaming as if he ate light bulbs for breakfast.

Too bright for Jungkook’s liking.

“Yeah,” he answered, drawing lines on Minghao’s hair.

“Somin told me to make this for you. She said it’s your favourite.”

Jungkook casted a glance at the ceramic cup which was filled with whipped cream drizzled with melted Nutella and topped with tiny marshmallows along with chocolate pocky sticks. Hot chocolate, just for Jungkook, just the way Jeon Jungkook likes it.

“You made it…?” he questioned, sounding sceptical.

The regular hot chocolates were different than Jeon Jungkook’s Hot Chocolate. Unlike the Regular Hot Chocolates for Basic People, Jungkook’s had extra whip cream, extra melted Nutella, extra tiny marshmallows and extra chocolate pocky sticks because he was that extra.

(And also because he was the boss’ son, and he liked all the workers who tried to kiss his ass and pamper him around.)

The bubble gum-haired man nodded, smiling once again.

“Don’t worry, it’s as good as Somin’s. She’s the one who taught me after all.”

“Okay…”

“Alright then, I’ll leave you to your work. You’re taking the university entrance exam this year, yeah? Good luck!” Jimin grinned once again, this time pumping his fist in the air before ruffling Jungkook’s hair and proceeded to work.

Jungkook muttered in annoyance under his breath, fixing his tousled hair.

Jimin was lying when he said it was as good as Somin’s because somehow, it tasted better. Not as sweet as Somin made and Somin’s always extra sweet when she made things.

It only dawned to him that the café was closing down when he heard Yien shouting a ‘bye!’ from the kitchen, exiting through the backdoor. Jungkook groaned, sitting up straight to crack the kink on his neck. He was slouching the whole time he was sketching and he was not proud of the final product. Not at all.

“I’m going home, Kook. Jimin’s still here so don’t lock him in, okay?” Somin sing-songed, patting Jungkook’s shoulder as she passed by. “Bye!” she chirped, waving a hand while the other pushed open the glass door.

“Bye.”

Just as he was about to pack his stuff, he turned to find Jimin was working on something behind the counter by the blender. He let out a sigh, wishing for the young barista to hurry up. From how concentrated Jimin was, Jungkook figured it would take him some time before he could close up the café.

The café was empty except for the two of them. All the tables were cleaned and chairs slotted perfectly on top of them. He was suddenly itching to sketch the empty place. The lights outside were still on, and the book shop across of them still had a few customers inside as they closed an hour later than them.

Jungkook sighed as he scratched his head, not knowing the right words to say to Jimin. He racked his brains to find polite version of ‘hurry the fuck up’ but instead, the only thing he could say was “Uhh…” making him sound like an idiot.

Finally, after struggling internally, he murmured, “Excuse me… but we’re closed now, just so you know.”

“Sorry,” Jimin giggled. He had his back turned to Jungkook, making it difficult for the boss’ son to see what he was up to. “I’m trying this new recipe and thought it’ll be great.”

‘What does that have to do with me?’

“And since Mr. Jeon isn’t here, I think you should try it.”

“Maybe some other—”

“And it’s done!”

Jimin turned to him with a huge grin, wiggling his eyebrows as he presented Jungkook a pink cupcake on a plate, frosted with swirly cream cheese and topped with rainbow sprinkles. Jungkook did not have the heart to tell Jimin that he did not trust any food that had the colour pink in it, specifically because it looked as if it was puked by unicorns and it was just plain weird.

“What do you think? Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Uh…”

“Cmon, give it a bite! You’ll like it.”

By then, Jimin had taken a seat in front of him, hands on his chin. Jungkook’s plan was to get the hell away from there as fast as his legs could. However, Jimin’s sparkling eyes caged him to stay seated and reluctantly, he reached out for the plate. Jimin batted his eyelashes excitedly, his big smile stretching to his pierced ears.

Jungkook gave him a fake smile, silently praying that he would still live after taking a bite. The cupcake looked wonderful, too wonderful to be true and sometimes, certain things that looked wonderful tend to have bad effects. Like that one game he downloaded last week for example. The previews looked neat, but turned out it was a ripped off of Candy Crush.

After a few moments of hesitating and cursing his father inside his head, he took a small bite and —

“How was it?”

— he took another bite again and again and again.

“Holy shit.” His eyes were wide open, gawking at the half-eaten cupcake.

“What what what?” Jimin bugged, eyes as wide as Jungkook’s as his feet tapped repeatedly on the floor. “Is it bad? Oh god, I knew I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no. This…” Jungkook swallowed. Oh god. “This is good. Jimin, this is the best thing I’ve had today. No, all week!”

A faint pinkness dusted his cheeks, tips of his ears burning red as he grinned again. “You’re flattering me.”

One bite later, Jungkook was only left with the paper cup and pink crumbs. He let out a sigh of content. “That was good.”

“You have something…” Jimin murmured, reaching forward to grab hold of his chin.

Startled, Jungkook stayed frozen in his seat, unable to move with Jimin’s eyes staring intensely at him. Jimin wiped the corner of his lip gently before backing away to his seat and licked the cheese cream clean from his finger.

Jungkook tried to suffocate a flush that was trying to creep on his cheekbones and snorted. “Could’ve just told me, could you.”

Jimin smiled again, this time it reached his eyes, making them curve like half-moons. “Wouldn’t wanna waste it.”

“Freak,” Jungkook muttered under his breath, looking away and pretended to be busy packing his stuff. “I gotta close down the café. Hurry up, will you? I have school tomorrow.”

  ♡

  “Are you saying that, that guy over there,” Khunpimook said, jerking his head towards Jimin’s direction, “Super cute uni guy, flirts with you?”

“Shh, not so loud!” Jungkook gritted his teeth, hitting Khunpimook on his arm.

Khunpimook winced in pain, rubbing on the sore spot whereas Mingyu only let out a chuckle at his friends’ antics. Seokmin came to their table after getting his orders and sighed dreamily, “Jimin is so cute.”

“What,” Jungkook deadpanned.

Mingyu snorted.

Khunpimook sardonically grinned. “Oi, bros don’t steal bros’ hoes.”

“He’s not my hoe. He’s not a hoe!”

“Nobody said anything about him being your hoe, you hoe,” Khunpimook shot back.

“Ooooh,” Seokmin wiggled his eyebrows, giving Jungkook the creepiest smile he had ever witnessed in his eighteen years of living. “Somebody has a crush~”

“That all make sense now! No wonder you’re eager to come here today!” Mingyu clapped his hands together. The others on the table gasped dramatically before smiling creepily at Jungkook.

A humiliated blush climbed up his neck and face, and as he opened his mouth to defend himself, Jimin came towards their table to serve Seokmin his latte.

“Latte for Handsome Guy?”

“That’s me,” Seokmin beamed proudly. “Thanks, Jimin.”

“More like handsome horse,” Mingyu snickered, earning a high five from Khunpimook.

Jungkook gagged internally at how cheesy Seokmin was being. And he gagged even more when Jimin smiled at him, as if he was enjoying all the attention Seokmin was giving him. Mingyu nudged on Jungkook lightly, just as he usually did whenever Jungkook had a crush on someone but it was unnecessary this time because Jungkook totally did not have a crush on Jimin.

No way.

He did not realise he was staring at Jimin until Jimin looked up to him and smiled. The same smile he had given to Seokmin. “Hi, Kookie.”

Khunpimook whipped his head to Jungkook in a speed of lighting, nose flaring and mouth wide open at the nickname Jimin was calling him. Jungkook had to pretend he did not see the ridiculous face Khunpimook was making, afraid that his dumb reaction would have implanted funny ideas inside Jimin’s head. Mingyu, on the other hand, snorted while Seokmin took a sip from his straw as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Jungkook faked a cough to hide his momentary loss of rationality, not looking at Jimin when he replied, “Hey.”

Jimin smiled again before walking back to the counter and as soon as he went away, the boys started to nudge Jungkook and teased him for his red face like the great friends they were.

“Somebody’s in love!” Khunpimook whispered, although Jungkook was certain the elephants in India could have heard him because Khunpimook was not given the ability to lower the volume of his annoying voice.

“Sorry, bro. I will give him up for you,” Seokmin said earnestly with a hand on his chest.

Mingyu chuckled rather loudly. In fact, it was so loud that the couple two seats away from them turned with concerned expressions on their faces.

“Give— give up? What are you talking about?” Jungkook exclaimed, flustered.

“Shut up, Kookie,” Mingyu interjected, imitating Jimin horribly by raising his voice an octave higher and prod his arm with his finger. “We all know what Seokmin’s talking about.”

“Yeah, now I just have to inform the others in the group…” Khunpimook muttered, fingers vigorously typing on the keypad of his phone.

“Oi, OI! DON’T YOU DARE—”

  ♡

  “You seem to be enjoying drawing a lot.”

“Hm?” Jungkook flushed, instantly covering the book with his arms. It was completely useless though, as Jimin had seen his horrid drawings of muscle bunny.

He was sitting in front of Jungkook with his chin resting on one hand, head tilted slightly as he smiled. “Are you applying for art when you’re entering Uni? You’re good at it. Although… I couldn’t really tell what sort of creature that was.”

“It’s Cooky,” he muttered, face scarlet with embarrassment.

The only people who had seen his drawings were his circle of friends and like the jerks they were, they made fun of it. Not that Jungkook really minded, it was not as if he was doing it seriously.

“Cooky…?”

He caught onto his confusion quickly and added, “He has a face of a rabbit and human body.”

Jungkook begged his mouth to stop betraying him. If his friends would not understand what Cooky was, how would Jimin? It was only the third time they ever talked, and they were not on that level of friendship yet (honestly, Jungkook did not want to be friends with Jimin) ((He wanted to be more, but Jungkook did not know that yet)), so why did he felt a little bit excited to talk about his child to Jimin?

Jungkook looked down on his art before closing the book.

A hint of smile glinted at Jimin’s lips, almost as if he found Jungkook to be endearing.

“And no, I’m not going to take art. Father would want me to take business. He knew I hated science.”

“Hm.” Jimin exhaled loudly through his nose, changing his other hand for him to rest his chin on. “Why would you want to take business? No offence to Mr. Jeon, but he’s not the one who’s going to study at the university, isn’t he?”

Jungkook twisted his lips to the sides a bit and slouched. “Father was right… art’s not going to bring me anywhere. Not here, anyway.”

Jimin smiled fondly and Jungkook hated the way he wore the smile on his face. It made his insides turn and his heart beat accelerating painfully as if he was running a marathon. He did not like how hard his heart pounded, how his mind blanked out when Jimin did that.

“You’re wrong. Your father’s wrong too.”

Jungkook was taken aback by his blunt statement, but made nothing to interrupt him.

“You love drawing and I can see that you’re good at it. If you really enjoy it, I think you should go for it. Perhaps you could take it as your minor subject,” Jimin suggested. “Besides, you can earn money by drawing too, you know. My friend’s a webcomic artist, I could ask her for help if you’d like.”

“Really?” He could not contain the excitement in his voice, only for the small light of hope he was holding to disappear completely in the darkness when it dawned to him that he had no time to be horsing around. “That’s nice of you, but I have exams to think about.”

“Yeah, and yet here you are, drawing half-man half-bunny and me.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise as he took a sharp intake of breath. After screaming internally, he asked with a shock, “W-what? L-look, no, it’s not—”

Jungkook’s face was as red as the apron he was wearing, trying his hardest to explain but he could only sputter indignantly which gave Jimin a spark of satisfaction as he smirked.

Seeing Jimin sardonically grin made him took a deep breath and berated himself to stop vomiting whatever words he could find inside his brain. Two deep breaths later, he managed to calm himself though his cheeks were still tainted red.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, okay. I drew everyone,” Jungkook explained, ears burned hot. His eyes skipped around the room; everywhere but not Jimin’s eyes. “I tend to draw anyone on my line of sight when I’m bored.”

“Does that mean I should get out of your line of sight then?”

Jungkook sighed exasperatedly, his cheeks turned a darker shade of red.

“I’m just kidding, Kookie. You’re so easily flustered,” Jimin giggled, getting up from his chair. “I was flattered for nothing then…” his voice drowned into a whisper, but Jungkook managed to hear it loud and clear.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” he chirped. “Let’s go then. It’s almost eleven.”

  ♡

  The one-week Jungkook’s father had been gone, Jungkook learnt a lot of things.

Things like the courses Jimin took in Uni. (He was a math major while his minor was chemistry. Screams hell to Jungkook, to be honest.)

Things like how Jimin preferred strawberry over chocolate. (Jungkook found himself craving for the strawberry cupcake one night he was sketching comic panels about Cooky and Jimin happened to be making a batch on the next day.)

Things like how Jimin’s eyes crinkled at the corner when he smiled. (It was the most beautiful thing Jungkook had ever seen.)

He did not mind closing up late if it meant he could spend a little bit more time with Jimin. Being five minutes alone with Jimin would already sufficed. His sketchbooks were filled with pink colours, all which belonged to Jimin’s hair. He was extra careful when drawing Jimin now, often turning onto the next page to pretend he was sketching Cooky whenever Jimin was nearby. Jimin always gave him The Smile as if he knew what Jungkook was hiding.

A part of him hated how easily Jimin made him open himself up. Jungkook was shy to begin with, although he appeared to be stoic during first meetings, but he found himself telling his ideas to Jimin and Jimin was always supporting and assuring Jungkook his ideas mattered. His heart always felt full when Jimin praised him.

Instead of laughing to his face about how ridiculous his ideas of Cooky was, Jimin only smiled endearingly and asked if he could see more sketches of Cooky.

And when Jungkook lied on his bed in the middle of the night, eyes wide awake as he stared at the ceiling and head filled with images of Jimin smiling like the pink-haired angel he was, this was the exact moment when Jungkook realised.

‘Shit, I’m in love.’

  ♡

   “You’re in WHAT?”

“Quiet!” Jungkook hissed, slapping the back of Yugyeom’s neck.

“Son of a bitch, it hurts!” Yugyeom whined, rubbing the wounded area before punching Jungkook on his arm.

“That’s what you get for being loud!”

Yugyeom rolled his eyes in annoyance and winced. “Motherfucker,” he muttered under his breath. He glanced at Jungkook before grinning and nudging his best friend playfully. “So, it was true, huh? What Khunpimook said in the group?”

“That was not true. Jimin was certainly not my—”

“You and Seokmin should fight to the death for Jimin’s honour.”

“Kim Yugyeom,” Jungkook sighed, stopping to place a hand on Yugyeom’s shoulder dramatically. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

Yugyeom shrugged his hand off his shoulder. “What do you plan to do then? Just watch him creepily from afar like the King of Creep Land you are?”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook whispered in defeat. “What do people do with their feelings? Puke their feelings out and flush them down the toilets?”

“If it was that easy, Mingyu would have been over Jeonghan now,” Yugyeom murmured.

“Unhelpful, Kim Yugyeom.”

“As if you have better ideas.”

“I think… I think I actually do.”

   Jungkook had never spent so much time and effort doing something before in his whole life. The pocket money he received from his father was spent on high quality pens now rather than the video game he was dreading to play.

Each stroke was perfectly thought of, and he was careful when choosing the colours.

It might seem stupid but he thought it will be worth it.

It had to be.

   ♡

  Jimin’s shift started a little later after six as his class ended around five. He greeted their regulars with the same smile and enthusiasm, and occasionally he glanced to the seat near to the counter to find it was empty. It had been days since Mr. Jeon arrived from his trip which meant it was unnecessary for Jungkook to be there as he was not in charge with closing down the café anymore.

Still, Jimin hoped Jungkook would stop by to say hi. Sometimes he would come by during lunch with his funny group of friends, but Jimin would be in Uni then. He gathered this information from Somin, who was more than glad to share anything Jungkook related to Jimin. He could not stand the teasing, but Somin might be right on this: he did like Jungkook.

(“He’s a kid, Somin,” Jimin protested with a pout.

“He’s eighteen, Jimin,” Somin countered back with an eyeroll. “Besides, he’ll be your junior in Uni next year.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Yeah? Then give my boy some love. I think he likes you too.”

“Somin!”)

Jimin turned red at the memory of Somin insisting that Jungkook liked him too. At the start, Jimin just wanted to be on the boss’ son good side but their little talks got a little bit more interesting as time passed by and Jungkook always made him smile more than he was supposed to. He loved Jungkook’s creativity, how he wanted to make another world of half-men and half-bunnies and he absolutely, terribly, deeply in love with how concentrated and serious Jungkook was when it comes to drawing.

Jimin was brought back to reality when he heard a familiar yet small “hi”. He turned to find Jungkook was in front of him, hands fiddling with what seemed like a new sketchbook. He would be lying if he said his world did not brighten up even the slightest.

(Because it did. Jungkook always made his day better.)

“Hey,” he said, a little too excited. He cleared his throat in an attempt to tone down his excitement and repeated, lowering his voice down a little, “Hey.”

“Uh, well, I-I’ll have the usual,” he stammered.

“Alright,” Jimin chirped. “Long time no see, Kookie.”

“I know, haha, I’ve been so busy.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Can’t drop by to say hi?”

For some unexplainable reason, Jungkook choked on air and struggled to let the words out of his mouth. Jimin chuckled, shaking his head at how flustered Jungkook became. “You know I was joking, right. You’re busy, I get it. I’ll get you your drink in a sec.”

“Thanks,” Jungkook murmured.

Just as he grabbed the ceramic cup, Somin came to poke Jimin on his side and squealed. “So, what did he say? Did he say he love your eyes or your beautiful smile? I always knew Jungkook was a romantic! That boy may look like a stone, but he’s cheesier than cheese. If that makes any sense.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, huffing. “No. He just came by to draw again, I think.”

“Draw you, you meant?”

“It was only one time, Somin. He only drew me once, I’m pretty sure he draws you too.”

“He does, actually. He draws everyone. I think that’s just creepy,” Somin shrugged.

“Nah, it’s cute.”

“Love makes us blind,” Somin sighed dramatically.

“I’m not—”

Somin cut his sentence of with feign enthusiastic “Talk to you later!” as she skipped to the register to take a customer’s order.

When Jimin brought Jungkook’s hot chocolate to him, the boy appeared restless. His foot was tapping vehemently while he was staring intensely on the cover of the notebook. He almost jumped in surprise when Jimin placed his drink on his table, making Jimin almost felt sorry for startling him like that.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks, uh, Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

Jungkook glanced at the wall clock and murmured, “I… I wanna talk to you.”

Jimin was bewildered at Jungkook’s sudden change of behaviour. It was always Jimin who approached Jungkook first, who struggled to make a conversation because Jungkook always replied with a word or two. He was elated that it was Jungkook who wanted to interact this time.

“Sure,” Jimin conceded, glimpsing on his wrist watch. Ten minutes until closing time. “Ten minutes, alright? I gotta work.”

“Okay.”

    It was the longest ten minutes of Park Jimin’s life.

He was excited and scared at the same time of what to come. From his observation (aka stealing glimpses of Jungkook through the break room’s window), Jungkook was only drinking his hot chocolate rather than drawing. He seemed to be staring at the clock a lot too.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Jimin muttered to himself, excitement surging through his veins when it was only one more minute until ten.

What was Jungkook going to say? He could not come up with a reason to assure himself that it was nothing serious but from Jungkook’s nervous expression, Jimin’s head can only conjure the worst-case scenarios possible.

What if Jungkook chose to drop out of college because of Jimin’s talk? He knew he should have kept his mouth shut. Now, he was going to get fired for causing the drop out of Mr. Jeon’s son and he would have to find another part time job.

Or what if it was even more serious than dropping out? Maybe Jungkook wanted to run away to become a cartoonist and wanted Jimin’s help to find somewhere to live.

Or what if Jungkook had a terminal illness —

His freaking out session was interrupted when his watch gave a little noise, signalling it was already ten. He glimpsed through the window to see Jungkook was still there.

“Oh my god,” he whispered to himself. “I’m going to ruin his and my life.”

“What the fuck are you muttering to yourself about?” Chanyeol interjected.

“Nothing,” Jimin answered, a little too quick that it raised suspicion and Chanyeol’s eyebrow. Chanyeol focused his gaze to where Jimin was staring and his lips quirked into a smile.

“Ooh, I see now. Go get it, lover boy.”

“Shut the fuck up, no one’s getting anything tonight.”

“Well, I do. I’m gonna get fucking la—”

“I don’t wanna know.”

   Anxious? Totally.

Scared? To the very.

While Jimin preferred for them to be talking alone, he felt relief that there were still customers around.

With shaky fingers, he pulled the chair and sat in front of Jungkook. “Hey.”

“H-hey.”

Jimin cleared his throat, shifting in his chair and hoped his nervousness was not evident when he said, “So… what do you wanna talk about?”

Jungkook sniffed, staring at his fingernails when he spoke.

“As you know, I’m terribly bad at expressing myself with words.”

Oh my god.

“So, I hope this would be enough,” Jungkook murmured, sliding the sketchbook to Jimin.

Jimin scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, slowly looking up to Jungkook only for to Jungkook look away when their eyes met. The cover of the sketchbook was dark blue, different from the usual black one Jungkook brought.

He was hesitant at first and when he turned to the first page, the worries dissipated into thin air.

Jimin’s eyes grew bigger, fingertips grazing lightly against the paper. On top of the page was written ‘First Night’ with a date written in smaller size underneath it. Jimin did not know what it was at first until his eyes travelled south to see four comic panels drawn by Jungkook.

The first panel was a drawing of the first hot chocolate Jimin made him. The text box next to it read:

Jimin snickered, not daring to look up to Jungkook. The next panel was a drawing of the strawberry cupcake Jimin made for him with a lot of tiny little red hearts surrounding it. Jimin could not help but cracked a smile at the adorable drawing.

He moved to the next panel which had a drawing of both of them sitting on the table. Jimin took his time admiring it, he knew Jungkook spent a lot of time trying to perfect it. He captured the colour of Jimin’s hair perfectly, although he exaggerated a little by drawing sparkles and flowers next to Jimin’s face.

Jimin could feel his cheeks heating up when he read it. He was not sure how he could look up to Jungkook now. In his defence, Jimin did not flirt, never did anyways, not to Jungkook. “That incident” Jungkook was referring to had to be that time Jimin wiped the frosting off Jungkook’s lip – he swore it was accidental, that it was just his reflex. He had no idea it had such an effect on Jungkook.

The last panel had a sketch of Jimin smiling. It made Jimin’s heart all warm and as Taylor Swift said it, all he felt “in his stomach was butterflies”.

His finger lingered on the drawing of him longer than it should and just as he was about to look up to Jungkook to say a few words, Jungkook panicked. “That’s not the end! Turn! Turn to the next page… please…” his voice drowned into a whisper and he coughed to mask his embarrassment.

Jimin could feel his heart on his throat and jaw dropped in amazement when he revealed the next page. The top panel was a drawing of Jungkook being flustered with two think bubbles drawn on top of his head. The first think bubble had a doodle of small building labelled ‘uni’ while the next think bubble had a doodle of pencil.

Jimin was smiling so much that it began to hurt but he did not care.

The bottom panel was much bigger than any of the panels Jungkook created. It was a drawing of Jimin’s backside view. This had to be Jimin’s favourite because of the radiant colours and little glitters Jungkook added to the pages; it was different than the others as this one had longer texts on the text box situated on the left corner of the panel.

“Wow… Kookie… I…” Jimin murmured, reading the words over and over again. He gulped and blinked to clear the mistiness from his eyes. To say he was touched would be understatement because the drawings were beautiful, the drawings of Jimin were wonderful and it dawned to him that this was how Jungkook saw him.

The next page had a doodle of Jungkook making a heart shape using his hands and the text below said:

“Holy shit,” Jimin muttered, bewilderment was evident on his face. He looked at Jungkook, whose face was scarlet in embarrassment.

Jungkook had to force himself to look at Jimin straight into his eyes, determined to make Jimin know how sincere he was. Clearing his throat, he spoke. “I like you, Jimin.”

“J-Jungkook—”

“It’s okay if you can’t return my feelings. Just as a reminder, I am Mr. Jeon’s son, which meant I can come here whenever I please until you like me back—”

Jimin erupted into fits of giggles, his crescent eyes appearing as his body vibrated.

“— I’m serious,” Jungkook exclaimed with a pout, face turning even redder than before.

At this, his giggles turned into laughter. Jungkook pouted, crossing his arms together.

“Are you done?” Jungkook asked scathingly as he watched Jimin wiping a tear away from his eye.

“You don’t- you don’t have to make me like you just because you like me.”

Jungkook frowned.

“The feeling’s mutual, dummy.”

Jungkook’s mouth dropped to the floor. His brain chose to repeat Jimin’s sentence over and over again and when he finally registered it, he clamped his huge mouth shut. “Oh.”

“Mmhm.”

“Oh. Uh. Really?”

“Really.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“I like like you. Are you sure you like like me too?” Jungkook asked slowly, emphasizing the like.

Jimin let out an exasperated sigh. “I do.”

“So…” Jungkook murmured, daring to look abashed as he scratched his nape. “Are we boyfriends now or…?”

Jimin giggled. “Sure, if that’s what you wanna call me.”

“You do know that means you’re mine right? Like, really mine. You can’t smile to Seokmin anymore, he always has the hots for you. No smiling at the customers either, that one regular was always eying you whenever she’s here. She’s so creepy, ugh—”

“As if you’re not staring at me either.”

“Oi.”

“I’m joking, chill!”

“What have I gotten myself into…” he sighed, staring helplessly at Jimin. Jimin only gave him a smile.

“Somin was right.”

“About what?”

“You’re cheesier than cheese.”

“What the fuck does that even mean…”

  ♡

  “Damn it, I really wanna see what’s inside that book!” Somin grumbled, tiptoeing to peek at Jungkook and Jimin through the glass on the break room.

“You’re such a weirdo, Somin. I should’ve called the police,” Chanyeol muttered.

“Is it okay for us to stare at them like this?” Yoonji fretted.

“Shut u— LOOK AWAY LOOK AWAY THEY CAUGHT US STARING.”

[sallywiththeface]

The Eye of the Beholder

Sal/Larry Tags/Warnings: angst, fluff, anxiety, facial dysmorphia, potential body horror? (Just a description of Sal's disfiguration and some of the medical procedures and reconstruction), mutual pining, first person perspective, PTSD. This is just a drabble I wrote last night based on some headcanons and ideas that have been building up for me. I'm also welcome to critique and feedback! This is likely a WIP and I'll probably add to it and delete this original post later to repost the new versions as I go along, but we'll see. Enjoy! 🖤 ---------------------------------------- I stare blankly into the mirror in Larry’s bathroom, lost in my own reflection. This happened often, I'd lose track of time, gaping at the glass as I searched over and over for anything left behind from before the incident. Wishing I could find anything to remind me of how I used to look. I'd forgotten my own face not long after I'd lost it. I'm ripped from my trance as a knock sounds at the door “Sal? You still alive in there buddy? It's been like 20 minutes.” Larry's familiar voice almost immediately soothed my nerves, easing the lump of anxiety I'd felt rising in my chest. “Yeah uhm...I'll be right out.” I fasten my prosthetic back into place and come out, sighing softly and attempting to appear as calm as ever. Despite having no way of seeing my expression, Larry always saw right through my facade, he could read my body language like a book. “You look on edge, you sure you're alright?” I try to nod silently but make a resigned grunt instead before speaking, “Honestly, not exactly. Had a small identity crisis in the mirror again-” Larry pulls a sympathetic face and pats the spot next to him on the couch. Lisa wasn't home at the time, so we felt more comfortable being in the living area than normal, “You wanna talk about it?” I nod and take a seat. I'm not usually so open but something about Larry's presence was comforting in and of itself, allowing me to actually be trusting for once. “I made the mistake of removing my prosthetic and I got lost staring at myself again. It feels like I'm looking at a stranger, but I also don't even remember well enough what I looked like before aside from the few pictures we had of me back then. It's like the trauma wiped my ability to recognize myself.” Larry nods silently, simply listening to me without judgement or pressure. “I can't imagine how that feels, but I'm sure it's really confusing and frustrating.” “You have no idea man, it's the strangest thing.” I pause, mind suddenly going off track as I realize that my best friend has never gotten to see my face in all the time we've known each other. We drift into a comfortable silence as I continue to think, and Larry watches me in mild confusion, but waits patiently. Moments pass that feel like hours before I speak “You've never seen my face.” I blurt awkwardly, mouth running without my consent. Larry's eyes widen for a moment before returning to normal “I...yeah I haven't. I figured we'd get to that when you're comfortable. There's no rush.” “Do you want to see my face, Larry? It's not like I don't trust you at this point.” Larry blinks, seeming slightly taken aback “If you're ready to show me, I'd love to see what my best friend looks like, yes.” I bite my lip behind my prosthetic, mustering the nerve to actually go through with showing him. I remind myself that he wouldn't be like the others, he would never belittle me. “Just a second.” I turn away from him and start unfastening the straps, taking a deep breath to steel myself. “Take your time, Sal. Whenever you're ready-” I smile softly to myself, slipping my prosthetic away and placing it on the table next to the couch. “Just...don't freak out.” “Aw cmon Sal, you know better.” He was right, I did. I slowly face him, watching his expression shift through emotions as he takes in the details of my face, compassion, sadness, pain (he probably was imagining the attack as I'd described it). His gaze roves from my eyes to my mouth, where the deep pit of a scar on my left cheek reveals a hole in my face that had never healed properly, my canines exposed if you looked closely enough. His eyes then shifted to take in the rest, my poorly reconstructed nose, my taut and stretched eyelids, the teeth marks and shredded scars, traces of skin grafts covering every inch of my visage. There wasn't a trace of pity in his expression, and for that I was thankful. Then he surprised me, and smiled. “So this is the real you, Sally Face.” In my shock, I could feel myself blink back tears. Larry's brow furrows in concern immediately “What's wrong?” I laugh quietly and shake my head “These are tears of relief, Larry.” I wipe at my eyes with my sleeve, smiling at him. There was a look on his face I’d never seen before, a soft and compassionate smirk. “You have a nice smile, you know? I'm glad to know what it looks like finally.” “Oh don't patronize me now Larry, I look like one of those toddlers that's shoved their face into spaghetti-” he looks mildly offended, “I'm serious. It's a genuine and sweet smile.” I roll my eyes “If you insist, Larry Face.” I reach for my prosthetic and Larry looks disappointed “Uh, if you don't mind, could you keep it off a bit longer? I understand if not. It's just nice to see your expressions-” I stare at him, so he really was serious, wasn't he? “Sure, I suppose.” He cracks a wide smile “You know, you should let me paint you sometime. The you behind the prosthetic.” I raise an eyebrow at him quizzically “This grotesque mug?” He looks offended again, “You're too hard on yourself about it. I think you see it as worse than it is because of the things people have said to you.” Ouch. That one hit the nail on the head. “You're...probably right, but it's something I do to cope, I guess.” He nudges my side with his elbow “I guess that means I need to start loading you with compliments to make up for the damage they caused then, huh? And not just fake pity compliments either. I'm not about that, it's gotta be authentic.” “Why are you so nice to me, dude?” “I figured it’s about time someone was.” I shake my head with a small smile, leaning my head against his shoulder “That's cheesy. You're a dweeb.” “You know it, Sally Face.” _________________________________ Larry had the most fascinating expressions when he was drawing, and he had uniquely handsome features. Not in the conventional sense, he had a long pointed nose, eyebrows that were bit too thick by most people's standards, and his hair was rarely clean; yet he also had a sharp jawline and broad shoulders atop his thin frame, his skin dusted in freckles and beauty marks, including the darkest one under his right eye. To me, he was just gorgeous, and even if he never washed his hair, I wanted to tangle my fingers in it and never let go. I was always zoning out and staring at him while he was sketching something across the room, hair falling into his face. I had no idea what he was drawing, but occasionally he'd glance up at me and I would quickly avert my eyes, as if that weren't just as obvious as my gawking. Real subtle, Sal. I had realized not long after showing him my face weeks before, it was unavoidable at this point. I had a huge crush on my best friend. My best friend who was, presumably, not into guys. What a mess. Part of me wanted to tell him because I knew he wouldn't be grossed out or hate me, but there was still a chance it would change things, that we'd become distant. What if he didn't want me to stay over as much? What if he was grossed out by it but would be too nice to tell me so? What if I'm just freaking myself out over nothing? The latter is the most likely, but that doesn't make it any easier to form the words, ‘Hey man, I've been thinking about kissing you a lot lately.’ Or ‘Hey man, I’d really fucking love to fall asleep in your arms instead of just lying next to you.’ When did this attraction even start? It's not exactly shocking but damn. I sigh, the sound drowned out by the sound of ‘Singular’ by Sanity’s Fall playing loudly. I wish it could drown out my thoughts and help me think about anything else. Lately these thoughts would always flood my mind around him. It was becoming overwhelming and I knew if I couldn't figure out how to say it soon to get closure, I'd explode. I gnaw my lip and stare over at my prosthetic, lying on Larry’s dresser. Fuck it. I reach over and turn down the music, causing Larry to look up at me. “Something up? You seem like you're a million miles away right now.” “I have something to tell you. It's not easy to say either, but if I don't say it soon I'll snap.” He blinks and closes his sketchbook, giving me his undivided attention. “Go for it.” I bite my lip again and search for the words, picking at the fray in the knee of my jeans. “I hope this doesn't make anything weird, but I think I might-...” I drift off, words catching in my throat, “-no, there's no might about it, I have more than platonic feelings for you Larry. God I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable or that it doesn't change anything, and I understand if you don't feel the same at all. I just needed to get it off my chest, honestly…” I stare at my hands, afraid to look at him. The silence hangs in the air like smog, and I can hardly breathe. Just as I think I'll crumble under the tension, he speaks, “Why would that change anything or make me uncomfortable, Sal?” My gaze lifts and I finally see his face. Once again he surprises me by smiling, “You're still my best friend. Maybe I'll need time to process this new info and determine how I feel, but I promise you that it won't change anything for the worse.” And once again, I find myself blinking back tears of relief, only this time I can't hold them back. Tears roll down my cheeks and I choke out a single laugh, the sound catching in my throat from my shortness of breath. “You know Sal, you're not the only one questioning our relationship here. I haven't been sure and I'm still confused, but I-... hell I don't even know myself, really. All I know is sometimes I think things that aren't normal to think of someone who's just your friend.” I stare at him, mouth slightly agape, “Like what?” He glances away nervously and runs a hand through his hair, “Things like, wanting to hold your hand, or hug you for longer than usual...and kind of wanting to kiss you.” His voice grew so quiet near the end that I was almost convinced I’d misheard him, but no. He had really been thinking the same sort of things I had. Before I could stop myself the words left my mouth, “Me too.” We exchange a look in silence, the ten or so feet between us seeming to close in as we hold eye contact for much longer than normal. He stands slowly and sets his sketchbook aside, hands shaking ever so slightly, the only sign of his nervousness. My eyes track him as he hesitantly crosses the room before looming over me. “Can I kiss you?” He asks quietly, the words coming out as barely more than a whisper. I'd never seen him so timid. When I finally process his question my face heats and I nod, muttering softly, “Yes.” Both of us lean in slowly, each second seeming to drag on forever before our lips finally connect. The kiss is brief and innocent, lips pressed together for just a moment, yet when we withdrew from it we both were glowing red and staring at each other silently. I wonder if he can hear my heart drumming against my ribcage, but find that I don't care. We both smile sheepishly and laugh as I hide my face in my hands and he sets his hands on my shoulders gently, “For now, we'll just take our time to figure out how we feel before we rush in any further, sound alright?” I look out from behind my hands and nod, unable to stop smiling. _________________________________ I had finally agreed to let him paint me. After weeks of Larry occasionally pestering me about it, I begrudgingly decided to let him. I didn't really think I was anything worth painting, but he had told me that was just what I'd been conditioned to think of myself by the bullies. I'm now sitting with Larry in his room, relaxing on his bed as usual while he sits across from me and sketches the layout of his painting, looking between me and the page every few moments. The silence starts to bother me, so I speak, trying my best to not move, “Why is it you want to paint me so badly?” He smiles, looking down at his work, “Glad you asked. See, I think you represent a special kind of beauty.” I stare at him, expression blank, “I mean it. To me you're pretty because you're just Sal. If I must, I could even list things about you that are physically beautiful.” I snort quietly, nearly rolling my eyes but deciding against it, “Try me.” He looks up at me and meets my eyes, “Your hair is pretty and soft, your eyes are the most stunning blue, the crinkles in the corners of your eyes when you smile are precious and I can even see them when you wear your prosthetic. Before you stopped wearing it all the time that's the only way I could tell you were smiling. You have delicate hands, and a cute frame, I could keep going if you need me too-” I realize as he's speaking that my face feels warm and he laughs, “Don't look so surprised Sal. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It's all subjective. Like a work of art, and that's why I think you're a perfect subject to paint.” I stare at him wordlessly and without thinking I shift to lean over and kiss his cheek before returning to my former position. “Thank you, it means so much coming from you.” His cheeks flush ever so slightly and he returns to sketching with a smile, both of us sitting in almost silence once again as we listen to the music playing quietly from across the room. Lisa was home, so we kept it down. As if on queue when I thought of her, Lisa knocks and pokes her head into the room, glancing between us and at Larry's sketch. A soft smile crosses her lips as she speaks, “Dinner’s ready if you boys are hungry, not to interrupt your artistic flow, Hon.” “Thanks, mom.” We both answer simultaneously. She laughs and steps back out. I'd accidentally referred to her as mom once and it had just stuck. I had a sinking suspicion she knew about the recently changed nature of our relationship, but if so she didn't seem to mind at all. Larry and I had discussed how to tell her properly, but hadn't gotten around to it. “We should tell her tonight.” I say as Larry makes finishing touches on the sketch, so we could take a dinner break, “I mean, what better time to bring it up than over a meal?” He nods agreeably and closes his sketchbook, “Alright. I think we're ready for that. It's not like she'll have a problem with it. Mom’s told me about her past girlfriends from her school days.” I raise my eyebrows and smirk, “Oh?? So you're mom’s not just into guys? The more ya know, I guess.” We make our way out to the living room. We usually would eat in there over the coffee table. Somehow it made the atmosphere of meals more relaxed, and I feel my slight nerves about telling her calm down. We take our seats on the couch, each picking our plates up from the table and thanking Lisa before we start to eat. After a few minutes of small talk and silent eating, Larry clears his throat and sets his fork down, “So, Mom, I-...we have something to tell you.” She smiles knowingly but only says, “Oh? What's that?” “Sal is...kind of my boyfriend now.” Lisa smirks and chuckles to herself, “Henry owes me 10 bucks. He thought it would be a few more months before you told one of us.” I choke on a bite of chicken, laughing when I recover, “You and dad placed bets on this???” She snorts, “Sal sweetheart it's been obvious for a while now.” I resist the urge to hide my face in my hands and Larry groans, “Mom what the hell.” She laughs again before sighing happily, “In all seriousness though, I'm happy for you two and I support you to the ends of the earth. You're good for each other. Sal is one of the best additions to the family I could hope for, and if you're happy I'm happy, son.” She and Larry exchange a loving look before she turns to me, “Just take care of my boy, Sally.” I smile and nod, “I wouldn't have it any other way.”

[heretic-altias]

So I was writing this based on a random conversation about how dark core could find where we stable our horses really easily and how we’d have to rescue our soul steeds on Jorvik ponies. It turned into this thing that was way longer than I expected, so read if you’d like but I don’t write much so it’s probably not that great XD. (I know for a fact I tend to forget to describe what people look like). It’s the longest thing I’ve written in a really long time, so I felt I should post it.

It’s never good when I have nightmares. The Druids think it’s my connection to the moon circle, but whatever it is they always seem to warn me. So when I shot up from sleep in a cold sweat, I knew I couldn’t sit around. My heart was hammering as I flipped on the light. Something felt wrong, like I was missing something. I grabbed a flashlight and made my way outside. The last time I’d woken up like that, a horse was sick. Yet this felt so much worse. I couldn’t shake the dreadful feeling as I walked towards the stables, the pouring rain didn’t help. I could barely see through the downpour, but I’d walked this short path so many times it was ingrained into my mind. Out of nowhere, a shape slammed into me knocking me down. A black horse stood there, breathing heavily. It had clearly tried to stop when it saw me, but the ground was slippery. I recognized the horse after a moment. “Flylion? What’s wrong!?” I asked, the panic I’d felt waking up only growing. My horses were never out at night. Especially not in a downpour. “Jacky? Thank Aideen you’re here!” Flylion replied, sounding relieved. “What’s going on?” I shouted. The wind had started to pick up, making it harder to hear. “S-somebody broke in. We tried to chase them out, but they had people with them. I tried to kick them, but they got my side with something sharp I think” the horse stammered. I could tell he was still scared. I moved around to the side he had gestured at when mentioning an injury. I kept one arm up blocking the wind and rain, while with the other I ran my hand over Flylion’s side. I found something solid sticking out. My hand came away wet with something that I didn’t need light to tell me was blood. “It’s ok, I-I gotta call Lisa” I mumbled. I was getting lightheaded. “Jacky?” Flylion asked concerned. “Jacky!” the horse then screamed when I collapsed. I didn’t know why I’d fallen over, but suddenly my energy was gone. The last thing I heard before blacking out was Midnight, my soul steed, shouting in my head.

I woke up with a start again. My mind immediately went to the injured horse I’d fainted in front of. “Flylion!” I shouted, jumping out of bed. “He’s fine” a female voice assured me “someone got him with a knife, but it was a small one and I healed it” I turned to see Lisa standing there. “Thank you” I told her, before rushing out towards the stables. It was as I walked down the path that same weird exhaustion washed over me again, this time though not nearly as powerful. Confused, I tried to ask Midnight about it. We’d spent a long time learning how to communicate long distance with our bond as well as right near each other. I was stronger than the soul riders, so I found I could speak close range with any horse as long as we generally trusted each other. Midnight, I could speak to from anywhere. So it was alarming when I felt nothing trying to reach him. I ended up running to the stables, suddenly panicked. I burst through the doors to find the place a mess. Ruby was standing near the front, her ears aggressively pinned back. She would’ve looked almost funny if my mood wasn’t all over, she reminded me of a guard dog. She softened when she saw me though. “Glad you’re ok” she said, walking over to me. “What on earth happened? Why can’t I reach Midnight?” I asked her. “Flylion said he got as far as telling you people broke in. For whatever reason they targeted Midnight specifically. We managed to catch them off guard, all rushing to his aid but there were too many. Flylion ended up with that knife in his side, and Scarlett broke her leg. Lisa healed them both, thank Aideen we have her. Scarlett’s injury would’ve been fatal otherwise” Ruby explained. “So they just took Midnight then? Any idea who they were?” I asked her. “One of them seemed familiar to me. While I’m no dog, I can recognize scents somewhat. This one was really distinct. I’ve only ever encountered it one other time. Remember when you first moved to Jorvik? That girl came and stole some important papers? It reminded me of her that day.” Ruby told me. “Sabine, oh no” I mumbled. If Sabine has broken in, that meant that Dark Core had my horse. “Were any of the horses left completely uninjured?” I asked. “Hmm, most of them were injured somehow, I don’t think Cinnamon was he was in the back and too small to get involved. Pretty sure he was also too terrified” she recalled. “Thanks Ruby” I called, grabbing Cinnamon’s bridle. Even with Lisa’s healing, it was always good to let the horses take time to heal in case it didn’t heal completely for some reason. So I went off to find Cinnamon.

Cinnamon was by no means, a horse to bring to a fight. Or a race. Or a rescue. He was a little black and white Appaloosa colored Jorvik Pony. He was skittish, and would not jump no matter how much I asked. Yet he was my only option. “Cmon Cinnamon” I called walking up to him. He turned to look at me. “Where are going?” he asked. “To find Midnight” I replied. “Wait, what!?” he yelled back, trying to shy away from the bridle. I won though, and he reluctantly let me mount. I hadn’t grabbed a saddle, and the bridle I’d taken in my rush was a red and white Christmas one. Cinnamon refused to go any faster than a trot. “Let’s go” I told him desperately. “Maybe we should think about this before we-” he started nervously, but I cut him off. “Do you want Midnight to freaking die? Because we can freaking prevent it if you would just move!” I yelled at him, nudging his sides on the last word for emphasis. I think my desperation must’ve started to get to him, as he reluctantly went into a canter then into a gallop. Looking back, I really was stupid. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. I didn’t plan ahead. I didn’t think logically at all. Usually I’m always using my head. Yet I was overwhelmed by the fear of losing Midnight. It had taken over my thoughts, and the fact that I hit nothing trying to reach out to him just made me feel alone, which spurred the fear forward even more. Cinnamon suddenly stopped when we first went to cross the bridge into Cape West. “Oh Aideen, why are we stopping?” I asked, my voice rising in a crescendo. “I-I can’t swim” he stuttered, looking at the water. “We aren’t swimming, go!” I yelled. Looking back, I felt really bad being so harsh on him. The poor pony was trembling as we made our way through town, and over to the boat man. He was trembling even more on the boat. Yet I was so wrapped up in my own fear I still didn’t notice. On the oil rig, I rode right through. There were no guards. My mind was so out of it though I didn’t even register how off this was. I should’ve realized what was happening. Yet instead I trotted my way forward. Finally I saw Midnight, tied up by the portal. They’d used magical chains of some kind to hold him in place, which explained why he hadn’t been able to reach me. Seeing him finally pushed that fear out of my mind. He was alive. I could finally think clearly again. It was only then I realized how bad this situation was. It’s a trap I thought, my heart sinking. Just as the thought entered my mind, a bunch of goons came out, blocking every path. They terrified Cinnamon, who threw me off. “By Aideen, Cinnamon I realize this is bad, but really?” I asked him. I realized then how harsh I’d been to him this whole time. “Never mind, I’m sorry” I told him. He didn’t respond, and I quickly saw what his attention was on. “Never thought I’d see you of all people thrown off a horse” a voice chuckled. I whirled around to see a girl standing there, with black spiky hair and red eyes. “Aren’t you Lea’s girlfriend?” I asked confused. I’d seen this girl out with Lea before, Lea introduced me to her to me. “Correct. I suppose an introduction isn’t needed then” she confirmed. That meant this was the girl Lea was dating, Dunya I believe her name was. “Does Lea know you’re with this crowd?” I asked, immediately thinking of my friend’s safety. “She does. I chose to do this on a day she’s not here. Alessa can often convince me out of things, and that’s something that can’t happen here” Dunya replied. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew Dark Core wanted me dead. I decided to keep stalling in hopes of finding a way out of this. “How’d you find my horse then?” I asked her. “That was the easy part. All we had to do was ask about you. Humans are all too willing to share. Now enough stalling, I can see you trying to spare your own life” she explained. She’d figured out my diversion, clearly. The goons stepped forward as if to do something but she stopped them. “No, I must destroy Aideen myself” Dunya said, ordering them to back off. “Aideen?” I couldn’t help but say out loud. That’s not something someone would say as a mistake. “Oh, so the Druids didn’t tell you then. Then again why would they, those idiots can’t do anything. Well it doesn’t matter now, you’re going to die any-” she explained, but was suddenly slammed into from behind. Cinnamon stood there looking shocked with himself. I knew we had to act. “Cinnamon, let’s go!” I shouted, sprinting to Midnight. “I’ve got you now, we’ll be ok” I whispered to the bay before blasting off the chains with a soul strike. The moment the chains were gone we could speak again. “I’d say let’s fly, but Cinnamon can’t” Midnight immediately stated. “The boat is here, we can probably get there” I told him quickly. We took off galloping through the base, Cinnamon at our heels. Dunya was yelling somewhere behind us, and she sounded really angry. Suddenly, fireballs started landing around us. A glance back revealed Dunya was on her own horse, chasing after us. Just as she started to catch up, a boat horn went off incredibly close. I saw the Soul Riders on their stolen barge, below us. If we jumped now, we’d land on it. “Cinnamon jump!” I yelled, as Midnight leapt over the edge with me. Cinnamon faltered for only a moment before the fireballs brought him to his senses. He landed on the barge with us, stumbling a little. “Will she follow us?” I asked looking back. “She shouldn’t, she’s not powerful enough to reveal herself to the mainland yet” Linda replied. When we got back, I was immediately dragged to Elizabeth and asked to tell my story. I did so, and only after I remembered what she’d called me. “Oh yeah, and for some reason she called me Aideen? She thought it was funny when I didn’t know why I’m pretty sure also. Any idea why? Didn’t seem like it was an accident” I added. Elizabeth’s face physically paled. “Um I think you should go home and rest. You’ve had a long day” she said, in an almost monotone voice. “Are you hiding something from me?” I asked. “Why would we do that?” she asked, but her tone was off. I exploded. “My horse was freaking stolen, two of my other ones almost died in that event! My poor pony, myself and Midnight all were nearly killed back there! If they come back after me somebody could actually die! I cannot be left in the dark, I need to know what the heck makes me such a huge target! Fripp is still out of it, so I can’t ask him but I have a feeling he’d be the same way as you! You all act like I’m so important, Dunya even found it amusing I didn’t understand! Somebody just freaking answer me already! What on earth is going on!?” I screamed. The soul riders looked at Elizabeth, seeming just as confused as me. That made me realize something else. “You haven’t even told them yet, wow. She might’ve tried to kill me, but maybe Dunya was right to call you useless idiots” I said in a quiet, cold tone. The room was silent. I turned and walked out. Midnight waited for me outside. He didn’t need to be told what happened, he’d heard it all. “Jacky-” I heard someone say but I was already on my horse. I pushed him into a gallop, letting him go wherever he liked. Once we were away from town, he let his wings appear and flew into the air. I didn’t see where we were going, my face was buried in his mane. When I felt him land I looked up. He’d brought us up to my favorite mountain cliff. I dismounted and sat next to him, my feet hanging off the edge. “What are they hiding from us?” I asked my horse. “I honestly don’t know. Did Dunya genuinely think you’re the goddess?” Midnight asked. “She seemed to” I replied. “It might actually make sense. We have all four soul rider abilities” he suggested. “How would I be Aideen though? I was born into a regular family, not even on this island” I asked. “It is confusing. But here’s something interesting. The dark energy Dunya gave off, was the exact opposite of your own energy.” Midnight mentioned. I sat up straighter and looked at him. “You can sense that?” I asked. “I’m both a horse and a magic user. I sense a lot more than people realize” he explained. “So you can sense the energy my magic gives off? Then I have a way we can tell” I said, grabbing my bag and digging into it. I pulled out my fragment of Aideen’s light. “You didn’t really get a good look at this last time, we were using it” I told him. He took a long look at it, and tapped it lightly with his nose. “This light fragment… Gives off the same exact magical energy your own power does” he slowly said. “So you’re saying I’m somehow Aideen?” I asked. “Most likely. All the evidence is there, and we don’t have anything to point anywhere else” he confirmed. “So they knew then. You heard that whole thing. They must’ve known. Why didn’t they tell us?!” I yelled out into the sky. “They shouldn’t have hidden that, it could’ve saved everyone a lot of pain to know” Midnight said, his voice a deadly calm. He usually used that tone when he was angry but didn’t want it to be obvious. I could read him like a book at this point though. “So now Aideen can’t trust the Druids. This is interesting” a voice said behind us. I leapt up to face the other way, yanking out my pocket knife. I usually carried one, but I’d forgotten it in my trance when heading to Dark Core. Standing behind us, was Dunya. “No need, this spot is too public. Someone would see if I killed you here. That puny thing probably wouldn’t help you anyway” Dunya said, gesturing at my knife. “What do you want” I growled at her, keeping the knife pointed her way. “To see if you figured it out. It’s quite amusing Aideen didn’t even know herself” Dunya claimed. “You know, you don’t have to stay with them. Everything could move forward without an issue, and your life could be spared if you’d give your loyalty to me” Dunya then offered. I remembered what Midnight said then, about her energy being the opposite of mine. “If I’m Aideen… Then wouldn’t that make you Garnok?” I asked. “Correct” she replied. “Then why on earth, would I want to work with you? I might be annoyed at the Druids but that doesn’t mean I want the entire island destroyed!” I retorted. “Suit yourself then Aideen. Would’ve made things far easier if you’d accepted, it was worth trying” she said. Then her voice quieter she spoke to herself “I know I told Lea I wouldn’t up here… but it’s too good a chance” Before I could react, she grabbed the knife out of my hand, and shoved me off the ledge. Midnight leapt after me, and managed to grab my shirt in his mouth, but not before my head hit a rock. I didn’t faint, but I did feel really off. He lowered me down on to a rocky ledge. “You ok?” Midnight asked. “Somewhat. I think Lisa should look at my head” I mumbled back. “Let’s go before she comes back” he said, so I got on his back. “I thought she claimed it was too public there” I mumbled once again. “I think that was a cover up for her telling her girlfriend she wouldn’t attack up there” Midnight replied. “So Garnok does have feelings then” I chuckled “I should call Lea tomorrow, see how much of this she actually knows about” “Apparently so” Midnight agreed, flying back towards home “and definitely call her”. We flew the rest of the way in silence. I had a lot to think about.

[little-owly]

Rushing Roulette

an emeto/puke rp between me and the amazing @trash-2-point-o !! 

amy, tyler, and ethan have taken off to the movies without mark -- angering him. oh, but does mark have plan to get back at them. one that can get pretty messy.

They'd gone without him. They'd fucking gone without him. After Mark had stated many times that he'd love to see the movie, they fucking went without him. He was pissed. Pissed enough to do something drastic

It didn't take him long to make the dumplings, and then he was rushing up the stairs for the little bottle in the medicine cabinet... After a while, the three returned, laughing and sipping their drinks from the theater. "I'm really glad we got to catch the last showing of that movie." Ethan sighed, fumbling to unlock the door. "It was worth coming home this late." Amy smiled, looking toward Tyler as the taller male cleared his throat. "Didn't Mark want to see it too? He...doesn't know we left him behind, right?" "Oh yeah..." Amy muttered, "...Eh, not like he can't go see it himself. It's still playing at the theater a few blocks down." "I don't know..." "Cmon Ty," she smiled, wrapping an arm around him despite their height difference. "He'll be fine. He probably doesn't even know." The three finally opened the door and Ethan grinned. "You guys smell that?" "I sure do." Tyler smiled, heading for the kitchen. Mark sat at the table, smiling brightly over 4 bowls of dumplings (three of which he'd mixed and matched so even he didn't know who would get the loaded dumpling). "Hey guys! You hungry? I saw a recipe for dumplings so I had the urge to make them again..." The three nodded, taking a seat at the table and staring at the perfectly made dumplings. "Aw, Mark, you're so sweet to make us some." Amy smiled, squeezing Mark's hand as she took her seat. Tyler sat opposite of Mark and beside Ethan, looking at the food hungrily. "Mark, I think you outdid yourself, it smells like heaven!" Ethan grinned, bringing the bowl closer to his face to enjoy the smell of the home cooked food. "Go ahead, dig in." Mark smiled as he took a bite of his own dumpling, watching with twisted excitement as the three began to eat. He was absolutely giddy to see how his plan of revenge would pan out... "Mmm...this one tastes a little weird, but I won't judge!" Ethan laughed, eating the rest of the dumpling he was referring to. "You better not." Mark laughed, feeling his grin grow wider. As the three ate though, his anger slowly began to fade, and he found himself feeling guilty as they happily chowed down, unaware of the consequences. Ethan finished first, Amy and Tyler poking fun at him as they tried to finish as well. "What? It was too good to just eat slowly!" "That's what she said," Tyler coughed as he and Amy broke out in laughter, Ethan giggling along. Mark couldn't help it. He watched them laugh and talk together, unaware of what he'd done. The guilt ate away at him as he stayed silent, quietly chewing. "...Mark? You okay?" Amy asked, leaning over toward him. "Yeah, it's like your mood just died...we didn't say anything bad, did we?" Tyler asked, wiping his mouth free of crumbs. "Was it what I said earlier? Mark, cmon, I swear I was kidding. The dumplings tasted fine..." Ethan trailed off, a sudden burp catching him off guard. "No, it's just..." He sighed, putting his face in his hands. "God fucking dammit, I'm such an asshole..." "What? Why?" "I...I was pissed you guys didn't take me to that movie! I said many times that I wanted to see it, and you just went without me!" All three of them winced, looking guilty. Amy sighed. "Mark, I...I'm sorry, but we didn't think about you until it was too late. That doesn't make you an asshole, that makes us assholes." "No, that's not why..." "...Mark?" "......I loaded one of the dumplings with ipecac." All 3 of them froze. "...What did you just say?" Mark hid his face in his hands, the atmosphere in the room changing to panic. "I said I loaded one of the dumplings with ipecac." The three looked at each other, Amy drawing herself away from Mark and Tyler staring down at the crumbs in his bowl. "...What's an ipecac?" Ethan spoke up. Amy and Tyler looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Ethan, it's...it's stuff that makes you puke..." ".........Oh."

"I'm so sorry..." "Now I'm not gonna say that wasn't an assholish thing to do, but that doesn't make you an asshole in general." Tyler piped in. "You were angry, and you had every right to be angry." "Y-yeah, we're in the wrong for not considering you." Amy added, pushing her bowl away from her. "We didn't even remember you until the previews started, that was an assholish thing for us to do." Tyler replied. He breathed in slowly, in fear he was the one doomed to Mark's revenge. "But...goddamnit," Mark sighed, "I fucked up too, okay? I shouldn't have done that to you all. You had a fun time right? And look at what I did, ruined it." "Mark..." Amy sighed. "You didn't. We all admit we did something wrong here tonight, okay? It was a dick move to forget you and it was a dick move to pull some puke roulette revenge stunt." she whispered. "C-can you help me not freak out and tell us who got the bad one?" Tyler spoke up. Mark sighed once more. "...I mixed it up and...sorta don't know who got it." "...Are you kidding me." Amy groaned. Mark still had his head in his hands as Ethan whimpered. "O-one of mine tasted a bit weird...I-I don't wanna throw up..." "I think the label says it takes about 5 minutes to take effect..." "So...we just wait?" "Yup." "Wow." Amy groaned, resting her head on the table. Tyler crossed his arms, biting his lip in worry. Ethan couldn't do much but silently panic, remembering the strange taste of the dumpling, the way he scarfed the meal down, the heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach. "...I'm scared." he whimpered, hand rubbing his stomach lightly. "I'm sorry." Mark mumbled, pushing his bowl away to lean against the table. The clock in the dining room ticked on, almost mocking the four. As the 5 minute mark began to approach, someone's stomach growled ominously. Though it was so faint, it was impossible to tell who it belonged to. Mark looked to Ethan, who was squirming in his chair and looking nervously down at the table. He followed suit with Amy, resting his head against the table in guilt and fear. The stomach growls grew louder, yet they were still unable to pin-point whose they were. Mark looked at the clock. Only 30 more seconds before someone succumbed to the medication. He looked back at Ethan, who was whimpering and sweating lightly. Another louder growl and Ethan jumped a bit. "...Ethan, I know you don't wanna be sick, but if it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen. It'll be over quickly." Ethan looked up, looking confused. "Huh?! N-no, that wasn't me!!" "...But...didn't you say yours tasted funny?" Mark sat up. "Yeah, but it's probably from all the buttered popcorn I ate." The two stared at each other as another growl was heard, followed by gurgling. "Then who-" Before Mark could finish his sentence, Tyler suddenly scrambled out of his chair, making a frantic beeline for the nearby bathroom with one hand over his mouth. Oh. Mark rushed up from his own seat, knowing the least he could do was help Tyler with the trouble he caused. Amy quickly followed behind out of concern, but Ethan stayed put, way too squeamish to even go near the bathroom. Mark winced as he saw Tyler fall to his knees in front of the open toilet, spit falling down his lip. The taller male gagged loudly as the first wave hit him, his middle receding in as the liquid vomit spewed from his open mouth. "Oh fuck..." Mark mumbled, looking away from the disgusting scene. He eventually keeled beside Tyler, rubbing his back with one hand. "I'm so sorry, Ty..." "Fffuck, it's...it's ok-g-god..." A loud, wet burp was the only warning before he vomited again, gripping the sides of the toilet with both hands as a trickle of puke dribbled down his chin. He shook violently as Mark rubbed small circles into his back, crying out in pain as the puke burned it's way up his body. It landed into the toilet below, a few droplets running down his shirt and onto his jeans.

"Tyler..." Amy whispered, watching as he vomited more and feeling helpless as she noticed the tears running down his face. Ethan only covered his ears, the gags and burps from the bathroom nearly causing him to start vomiting himself. "I-it's fine, Ma...Mar-" was all Tyler could mutter before puking again. There was no warning as he did, some of the sick getting on himself. Mark quickly grabbed some paper towels, wiping away the ick on his shirt and jeans. "I...I know it's fine, but...fuck, man, I feel so bad..." Back in the kitchen, Ethan was having problems of his own. He hadn't gotten any ipecac, but he had definitely eaten too much too quickly, and the sounds from Tyler weren't helping one bit. His stomach had been growling along with the larger male's earlier, he would admit, whining softly as he held one hand over his aching gut. Tyler started to speak before another wet burp interrupted him, the puke rushing from his mouth and spewing enough to make a mess of the toilet seat. The gurgling sounds as he tried to expel more made Mark wince, regretful for two things. Pulling the stunt AND sitting so close to Tyler. Ethan stayed put, the feeling much more intense. The splatter of the puke against the toilet bowl made Ethan cough, suppressing gags of his own with one hand over his mouth. "I d-didn't even e-eat that much..." Finally, Tyler's stomach seemed to be empty, but he couldn't stop dry heaving for a moment, panting hard as his shoulders shook. Mark set to work trying to paper towel up all of the sick that hadn't made it into the bowl, pulling the collar of his shirt over his nose. "I'm sorry," Tyler groaned, holding one hand over his aching stomach and lightly rubbing circles into it to comfort himself before taking a paper towel from Mark, weakly trying to clean up his own mess. "Tyler, you don't have to. I got it, okay?" Mark groaned behind his shirt collar, the smell much worse when Tyler faced him. "It's th-the least...I can do..." He dry heaved once more, seeing his own puke around the toilet bowl. "C'mon Ty, listen to Mark," Amy mused, reaching over to help him up. "You need to rest-" They all stopped as they heard the loud whimpers and coughing from the dining room. "...Where's Ethan?" Amy moved out of the bathroom toward the sound. "Ethan...?" As she poked her head around the corner, she caught him mid-vomit, sitting in his chair and hunched over the floor as all that popcorn and dumplings came back up. She winced and moved to the whimpering male's side, rubbing his back. "It's ok, baby...you think you can hold the rest of it in for a moment so I can grab the trash can?" She got her answer as another wave spewed out of him. She quickly backed away and grabbed the nearest trash can, returning to Ethan and directing his head to the trash can. The puke hit the plastic of it loudly, Ethan crying in pain. Amy winced as she saw how much sick was on his shirt and lap, the smell already worse than Tyler's. "I-I ate too much, and the idea of vomiting, and-and now Tyler-" "Shhh, it's ok, Ethan, just calm down..." "I-" he mumbled before puking more, the food he'd eaten all day coming out of him in a matter of minutes. The burning of his throat and chest made his eyes water more and he whimpered, looking down at the puke seeping into his clothes. "It's okay, just let it all out, alright?" Amy coughed, holding a hand over her nose. It seemed that was all he had, a few more small dribbles rolling down his chin before his stomach stopped heaving. Amy rubbed his back, looking at the closet where the mop was. She could hear Mark still cleaning up behind Tyler, his weak apologies the only other voice in the apartment. "Feeling better?" She asked, moving the hair out of his face. He nodded. "C'mon, lets get you cleaned up."

[gravity-light]

Revolutionary Drunks[Hamilton Fic]

This is for @snugglylin mostly bc I know they love this ship to the death and also bc they hit 400 recently!!!! 👏👏👏👀👀👌👌

So, as a warning, below the cut is: Slight sex references[nothing big, and its not for the ship that’s focused on, so don’t get yo’ hopes up], swearing, and also, if you have a weak heart, don’t read this, the ending will kill you with cute.

Pairings in order of prominence in fic: Lams, Mullette

John glanced at his friends and then down at his drink. There were worse things in life to be doing then getting smashed with friends on a Tuesday night. Of course, he’d regret it in the morning, but this week was already hellish. He contemplated his drink, then took a light swig. Hercules chugged another flask of rum as `Lex and Laf cheered him on. Hercs shirt collar got stained by the rivulets running out the corners of his mouth, and when he finished it all, he took a deep breath. “Lafaaaafff…. Your turn!!”

While Laf chugged his own flask, he let his eyes wander to Alex. The man was attractive as hell, which was no fair, since John was chubby, had messy hair literally 24/7, and many other flaws he could point out, but didn’t want to. He scanned the bar, taking in the warmly lit scene. He took another gulp of his drink and leaned forward.

“So, hey, french fry, when are you and Herc gonna fuck?” He almost backtracked when Laf snorted out his drink through his nose, but Alex’s sudden face of glee was enough to keep him at it. Herc coughed, the sudden darker tint of his skin giving away his blush. It took the two a couple seconds to recover, but by the time they did, both John and Alex were grinning ear to ear. “Soooo~?” He smirked, and Lafayette flipped him off poutily.

Hercules suddenly got an evil look in his eye, and somehow he knew he was about to regret grilling him and Laf. “We’ll fuck when you and Alex do, turt.” He choked on air, face turning a red hue. Alex blushed slightly, although it was hard to tell from the way he was already pink from alcohol. Speaking of which…

“Hey, `Lex, haven’t you had enough?” He asked, looking down at Alex’s fourth glass of mead, currently half empty. He shook his head and pulled his drink closer to himself. Laf glanced between them and grinned cheekily. If he had more alcohol in his system, maybe he could actually deal with his friends shit. He chugged the rest of his cider, then waved over the bartender so he could get a second glass.

“Hey, John~” Herc sang out, sounding secretive and smug. He looked up from his glass to see a very drunk Herc holding his glass over Alex’s head. He yelped and dove forward across the table, not considering why Herc would do that in the first place. Alex turned last second and he could only think a quick oh shiT as he slid into his friend. Out of pure shock, Alex caught him, and now they were in an awkward position, John in his lap, `Lex with his arms around John’s midriff. Lafayette and Herc both went into a laughing fit, evidently finding the way John’s face turned tomato red hilarious.

“Uhhhhh, Lexxx….” Alex grinned up at him, cheeks pink from the liquor. He bites his lip. Stay where he is and possibly make this night cliche as hell, or get off Alex’s lap and save future him a lot of regret? The decision is made for him when he makes the mistake of looking at Alex again, and jesus, `Lex was unfairly hot.

And apparently reckless, too, since he was leaning in for what John realized was a kiss. Oh. He automatically relaxed at the unfamiliar sensation. Usually he wouldn’t appreciate a spontaneous kiss like this, but this was Alex they were talking about. Wait, they had been drinking, this was the alcohol. He pulled back much, to his chagrin, and god, why had he done that, because damn, Alex’s pout was near irresistible.

His friends hooted and laughed, drunk off their asses. He flushed and shakily stood, licking his lips. He could taste Alex’s drink, and judging from the way `Lex was dreamily staring off into space with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, Alex could taste his. “Okayyy, we’ve had enough alcohol, I think.” Hercules whined as he tugged the other to his feet, bottom lip jutting out stubbornly.

“Johnnnnnn, cmonnnnn, one more drink?” He raised an eyebrow at his idiotic friend and Hercules caved under the look. Sometimes it felt like he was more of Hercules’ and Laf’s mother more than friend. Herc got a devious look, smirking and all. “Alexanderrrr~” he sang.

“Yesss? So-rry, I’m thirsty…. Joo~hnnnn, I’m thirstyyyy…” He groaned, pained to the bone. Why was he friends with these idiots again? Right, because he was nice and they were a bunch of fun to be around… when they weren’t being drunkards.

"So am I, but you don’t see me chasing your ass.” He regretted it the moment he had said it, alcohol giving his tongue a life of its own. Laf howled with amusement, pounding the table.

"I have taught you well, cher tortue, mon ami.” He blushed and pulled Lafayette to his feet.

"Cmon, frenchie, lets go home before you three drink enough for a killer of a hangover.” Maybe Laf was sated by the drink already in him, or he was sober enough to recognize a good decision, but he picked Alex up by the arms gently.

"Let’s head home, petit lion, oui?” Alex nodded and purred like his nickname when Laf ruffled his hair and put him down, letting him go when he was sure `Lex could stand on his own. John took a second to admire the cute before Alex was stumbling into his arms. Well. He shrugged and pulled the other onto his back.

Herc had an arm around Lafayette’s shoulders and groaned. Suddenly he made a pained noise, and Laf freaked. He practically shoved the dude to the bathroom, and John followed behind. After a minute or so of puke sounds, Herc emerged, wiping his mouth. “Well thashts not an experime-expe-experience i wanna repeat!” He said with false cheer.

"Meanwhile, John would not mind repeating that earlier experience, am i wrong, mon ami?” He sighed, facepalming. He didn’t know who, but someone made kissy noises and jostled him teasingly. Alex hunkered down on his back, tightening his grip and nestling his forehead in the crook of John’s neck.

Both Lafayette and Herc made aww’s and he flipped them off, sticking out his tongue. “Cmon, pants boy, sober up and help me get Alex home, he is heavy .” To prove the point, he shifted `Lex on his back, pulling him up. Laf pulled his phone out and dialed a taxi service, holding it to his ear. While Laf ordered them a ride home, Herc cleaned up their table. Alex was fast falling asleep, and he hoped the taxi would get here soon.

His prayers were answered when Lafayette poked him and motioned outside. “Your chauffeur has arrived, dear sirs.” He said, adopting a hilarious impression of an english accent. He smiled and carried Alexander outside, pulling the door open. Laf had already gotten in through the other side, and he bundled `Lex up on his friends lap then got in himself. Herc piled in last, pulling the door closed and telling the driver their destination. It was awkward being a friends group of four and going home in a three seat backseat, but they made it work.

Alex woke up halfway through the ride, blinking at Laf for a second before making sleepy upset noises and trying to unbuckle. Luckily enough, they had come to an intersection and he crawled into John’s lap without further incident. Cute . He unbuckled and rebuckled before the taxi driver started driving again. Too soon, they were pulling up in front of the apartment building, and Lafayette was handing a fold of bills to the driver. John handed Alex over to Herc, because he was getting heavy, and stretched.

"Johnnn…” Alex whined, then coughed, and Herc couldn’t set him down fast enough. He hadn’t drank as much as Hercules, so it wasnt more then half a minute, but it was nasty to watch. He kneeled behind `Lex to pull the silky hair back into a ponytail, tightening it like he knew Alex preferred. And if he enjoyed how Alex’s hair felt and smelled, well, who had to know?

Apparently, Lafayette had to, judging from the raucous shouts of . Alex snorted. “Fuck off, baguette,” He yelled over his shoulder, and John would NOT laugh. He chuckled after a moment, unable to resist. Alex grinned at him, and then hurled again. Yikes. After that, he seemed to be fine, and stood up. Laf had gone ahead then, and so had Hercules, so they would be last to the door. They climbed the stairs and made it to the second floor before Alex got dizzy and leaned on John.

"Just one more floor til you can sleep, k?” He nodded, and together they climbed the last set of stairs. Hercules was there with some acetaminophen and water. He took the medicine gratefully and downed his pill with a quick swallow, while Alex had to be roused from his drowsy state to take his pill. Once that was done, Alex was carried back to the apartment. It was almost cute, in a way, the way Hercules and Laf were almost a couple and took care of `Lex, and he was the one that kept an eye out for all three.

He got ready for bed pretty quickly, and after checking that Laf and Herc had taken their own headache medicine, headed for the second bedroom. Usually he roomed with Hercules, but he honestly did not want to compete with Laf, who had been shooting the tailor suggestive gazes all evening. Alex’s room it was, then. He stepped in and looked around for a lamp, but instead found Alex, typing away furiously on his laptop. “`Lex?” He knew the man didnt often sleep, but this was new. He had never heard of him working after a night out with friends.

Alex practically jumped in his seat, turning to face John with a guilty and slightly nervous face. “I hadn’t realized you were sleeping in here tonight.” A loud pleased sound from the next room made his face twist. “Nevermind.” John chuckled, then closed the door behind him.

"So whatcha working on?” He hadn’t expected Alex to get so flustered all of a sudden, but it was a nice sight. He raised one finger in a silent ‘one second’ signal, and turned back to his work, typing furiously. Soon he was apparently satisfied and bit his lip as he turned back.

"Okay, soooo…. i’m kinda a bad writer, but this is the first draft and i don’t want it to go beyond that, so… just read it.” He got up from his chair and started getting dressed for bed. John glanced away as he sat down. He had to jiggle the mouse for the screensaver to turn off, but once he did, he found a word document.

Roses are red / you’re actually super cute im dead / ugh please dont be str8 / also wanna go on a date?

He re-read it once or twice before he realized what it meant. “Oh my god.” Alex looked up from where he was sitting on the bed, concerned.

"Good oh my god or bad?” John couldn’t answer him, and by the time he had regained control of his speech, `Lex was clearly assuming the worst. “Sorry….” he muttered, dropping his head into his hands. John stood up fast, blood rushing to his head.

"No, wait, sorry, that’s not what i meant, I mean,” he rambled, taking the two steps necessary to get to the bed and leaning down. “I…” he mulled over his words and pulled at his bangs. “Yeah, sure.” Alex looked up so fast it looked unnatural, and John almost winced.

Wait, seriously?” John smiled and nodded, and whoa, he was not expecting that bear hug. He could register vague ecstatic noises from Alex, and since when had the other man been crushing on him so hard? A loud set of moans interrupted the moment, and he banged the wall.

"Shaddup over there!!” He hollered, and immediately, Herc yelled back a quick expletive, meaning unknown and too garbled, probably because of Laf’s ass muffling his words. “Dirty fuckers.” He grumbled half heartedly, and looked down at Alex. Who had… fallen asleep ontop of him. Cute. Maybe it was the drink still in him, but he was in love with Alex. At least, he thought he was. Well, they had the date to figure it out. But for now, sleep.

He stroked Alex’s head and then pulled the covers over them, closing his eyes and curling his arms around the smaller man on his chest. As he drifted off to sleep, he started quietly singing a lullaby.

“Üsküdar'a gider iken aldı da bir yağmur

Kâtibimin setresi uzun, eteği çamur

Kâtip uykudan uyanmış, gözleri mahmur

Kâtip benim, ben kâtibin, el ne karışır

Kâtibime kolalı da gömlek ne güzel yaraşır

Üsküdar'a gider iken bir mendil buldum

Mendilimin içine (de) lokum doldurdum

Kâtibimi arar iken yanımda buldum

Kâtip benim, ben kâtibin, el ne karışır

Kâtibime kolalı da gömlek ne güzel yaraşır~…”

[A-N: I’m aware that if I went by historical records, John wouldn’t sing the song at the end, because it’s Turkish, but this was a lullaby of mine, so I’m being nostalgic. Shout out to Dad for singing this to me]