#no one touches the angery smol

[draconicroyalty]

Catheryn when someone threatens Vergil.

[synchronmurmurs]

Hi! How do you think Vergil would react to a very short SO (like 5′2″)? I love the way you write every single character and I’d love your take on this ♥️ PS: I’ve re-read Pact at least 5 times since I found it in the beginning of the year 😛

kajdh nonnie pls it’s barely March, that’s too many words to read in too short an amount of time, please rest 😭😭😭

Also hum, I’m not sure anything I can say about Vergil with a short S/O is going to be anything fresh, or something that someone more qualified hasn’t already said 🤣

But I think he’d take two stances on a short S/O, and it all depends on the S/O in question; he’ll either handle them like glass, because oh no, smol and delicate...

...or he’ll manhandle them because they’re small, thus closer to hell, and thus angery. Like I’m talking in order to calm them, he’ll just grab them by the back of the collar and dangle them in the air like an affronted cat. 🤣🤣

In the instance of the first kind of S/O, he probably really likes how easily they fit into his arms? Like they fold up so nicely and so perfectly, it’s like they were meant to be there, you feel? It’s probably lowkey one of his favourite things about them, especially on his more melancholy days where he sort of just wants another human presence without any social commitment? Just having someone around to physically touch in some way gives him peace, and all the better if it’s them in his lap. And they’ll know he needs it because he’ll just slide on up without a word, without a sound, and just scoop them up and... bury his face into the hollow of their throat. He loves that little nook.

In the instance of the second S/O though, and forgive me if I’m channelling a little of Evette/Credo here, but he’s basically the exasperated boyfriend, always reeling in an S/O who probably has no limit on energy, and more crucially: no filter. 🤣 Not to mention the climbing. The literal climbing, where they pull and tug and get their shoes all over his gaiters and leather pants and WILL YOU PLEASE STOP PULLING YOU’RE GOING TO STRETCH MY COAT. I can see a lot of carrying in this sorta scenario. Lots of impromptu piggybacks, but also a little (or a lot) of this

bonus: I went and googled “size difference ych” and got almost nothing but furry stuff in the results. I don’t know what I expected 😔

God though nonnie, I’m sorry, that was probably at least 80% more shitposty than you were hoping it would be. 😭 All a Synchron knows how to do is eat hot chip and make shitpost, but I hope this was a fun read nevertheless! 💖

[saltys-writings]

SF9 as Cats

Inspired by this super wholesome post I read ages ago

More parts~

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Youngbin:

super short fur, big eyes

by that I mean huge, wide open, almost terrified eyes

sits and observes

but if someone has food for him he WILL nyoom over within a second

in general a fast cat, but doesn’t really showcase it

sometimes you wake up at night and feel incredibly watched - it’s just him sitting up straight at the foot of your bed, making sure nobody breaks in at night and steals you

a very strange cat at times, but mostly silent

you’ve heard him meow maybe once in the past year

doesn’t really relax when he sits in peoples’ laps, he prefers getting comfy on your shoulders

has a strong build, becomes a cat-blob when he lies down somewhere though

confused

tilts his head sideways a lot

it’s hard to get him to play with you, because he will just watch you trying to get his attention until you feel like an idiot

doesn’t really react to most cat toys, instead he likes playing with your socks

or stealing your socks

hoards socks under the couch

Inseong:

smart cat with short hair and a pink pointy nose

gets anywhere, and I mean anywhere

especially knows how to get to places his owner doesn’t want him to get to

will stare you right in the eyes and then very sloooowly push that vase you saved and repositioned so many times off the counter

in general he likes throwing stuff off tables/cupboards/etc.

then acts as if nothing happened

it’s clear who’s the one owning who here

hates the vet, will pee on him every single time you have to take him there

doesn’t really use his claws or teeth on others, he’s the passive-aggressive type of cat

if you try to put a collar on him, he will get rid of it within the next few hours

good luck finding that collar

likes catching birds that seem too big for him and then proudly presenting them to you in a half-dead state

freezes and makes the funniest face when he gets startled

will take apart any kind of curtain or tablecloth he can get his paws onto

will let you pet him for exactly two minutes before he starts getting irritated

loves rubbing his butt in your face

Jaeyoon:

sweetest cat ever, beautiful middle-length fur

gets mats a lot and becomes irritable if you don’t regularily remove them

loves roaming around outside, but will spend most of his time in your garden if you have one

likes bird watching but rarely ever tries to catch them

gets stuck on the same tree over and over again

super cuddly cat

will hide and then meow at you out of nowhere to get your attention

only when you look at him he’ll come running to you, rubbing against your legs

loves sleeping in the sun more than anything

very picky about food though

eats with his paws

will jump on your lap a lot and start treading even before you’re petting him

super loud purring

the long fur on his cheeks makes his head look a lot bigger than it is

will rub his whole face against you if he likes you

pet him once and you’re his best friend

Dawon:

small, loud and playful

gets very wild when playing so he might accidentally scratch you

is in general far too hyper

sleeps less than normal cats

please let him out or your living space won’t survive him

sometimes when he’s nowhere to be seen you will find him sitting in a closed cupboard in the kitchen, wondering how in the world he got in there

eats everything

whenever you eat something he’s right there to watch you and your food

if you don’t pay attention for a second, he’ll steal it and run off with it

gets stuck on the weirdest of places

will sit on top of open doors or high furniture and meow at you until you come get him down

you wonder if he actually can’t get down by himself or if he’s just being a jerk

loves getting petted but don’t touch his belly

loves playing with everything other than actual cat toys 

his favourite toys are your shoelaces, earrings, the drawstring on your hoodie,... really anything that’s attached to you in some way

will start licking your hair to “groom” you

sometimes snores in his sleep and his feet start running in the air when he has an exciting dream

sleeps in the weirdest of positions

can sense if you’re having a hard time or a bad day and will come to sit and purr in your lap more often during those times

Zuho:

chill long haired cat

looks majestic on photos, is actually just a lazy derp on four legs

sleeps

like... he sleeps all the time and everywhere

a big cat that likes to be carried around while occasionally drooling on your shoulder

put something on his forehead and he won’t move for a solid 5 minutes, all while derping and his eyes moving around trying to assess the situation

in general he sometimes just gets stuck in the middle of an action and doesn’t move for a few seconds

likes spreading out on your keyboard or your notes and textbooks when you’re trying to study or work

won’t leave you alone unless you give him a good belly rub

but he falls asleep during good belly rubs and will wake up to jump back onto your things as soon as you try to put him elsewhere

demands all your attention only to fall asleep on you as soon as he’s comfortable

doesn’t really play much

sometimes he eats with his paws - that’s when you find small pawprints of his food all throughout your house/flat

likes sleeping in the washing machine especially

sometimes meows loudly at something that’s not there for a good 30 minutes

throws up hairballs a lot, but somehow always manages to do so in places where it’s convenient to clean them up

sometimes you find him sitting in the sink, licking water drops off the faucet

actually loves water

jumped into the shower with you more than once

then he‘ll drink the shower water running down his head

Rowoon:

skinny, active cat with very short fur

attentive

you can actually teach him tricks (if you bribe him with enough snacks)

wags his tail constantly

very friendly towards strangers

doesn’t really like to be picked up, but will let you pet him for hours

a good hunter

will frequently leave lizards on your doorstep or the remains of a mouse on your pillow

very graceful

is an absolute idiot around female cats

very social, but gets himself punched a lot because he tends to get too close to other cats too quickly

loves dogs

loves children

i mean he loves anyone who gives him attention

if he had enough of it he will just walk away gracefully

never gets aggressive ever

very behaved even at the vet

likes trying to steal chocolate and grapes and other snacks that aren’t good for him (pls don’t feed those to your cat)

once ate half a bowl of popcorn and threw up all over the living room shortly after - that’s when you learned to watch your food at any and all times

is crazy about catmilk

Taeyang:

super soft and smooth fur, two different colored eyes

loves eating and watching fish more than anything

actually sucks at fishing though because he hates water

will hunt anything and everything - that’s why you never have flies in your house

will even hunt spiders for you (won’t eat them though so he’ll just hoard anything he catches in his corner)

once caught a poisonous snake and you had a heartattack when he came back with it (fortunately he killed it before it could hurt him)

exceptional reflexes

loves watching tv and trying to catch whatever’s on screen

will get bored if you don’t think of new methods to play with him frequently

more into playing than being petted, but if you tire him out properly he’ll come to cuddle with you

a brave cat that almost never gets scared, but he’s terribly afraid of the vet

you have to feed him snacks to keep him calm whenever you really need to take him there

likes sleeping in your bed with you (he sleeps in the middle of it)

if you try to push him away he will somehow cooperate, but might end up sleeping on top of you

will wake you up by sitting on your face because he wants to be fed

in general he will bug you a lot until you finally feed him - leaves after eating three bites

doesn’t really care about other cats, but will whine if anyone takes away your attention for too long

hates dogs with a passion and will try to scratch their eyes out

Hwiyoung:

small, skinny kitty

the cats around the neighborhood don’t like him so he frequently gets into fights with them

has a chunk bitten out of his ear from a fight he lost at an early age

doesn’t really go outside much anymore

he prefers sleeping inside anyway

stretches out on the floor where the sun shines on his belly

doesn’t like having his paws touched

will often walk past you, grazing you with just the tips of his fur

meows a lot to communicate with you

weary of strangers and other animals

will warm up to humans who give him the time he needs to get used to them though

the sweetest cat once he’s taken a liking to you

his biggest hobby is watching you do whatever - be it studying, cooking, doing laundry, playing something, etc.

will never get in the way when you’re trying to do something and gently moves aside if you need more space

speaking of laundry... he likes sleeping on freshly dried sheets when they’re still warm (and getting hair on them)

sheds a lot

protest-peed on your shoes once, but felt super bad about it and avoided you for a whole week after in shame

other than that he’s a chill cat

likes playing with the laser pointer

even when playing his claws are almost never out

when he wants your attention he will put his paw on your arm or leg and softly meow at you

Chani:

smol and angery

will bite you

sometimes runs around the house like a maniac for like five minutes, then walks off as if nothing had happened, glaring

glares at visitors

glares at the birds outside of the window but never actually wants to catch them

glares at the food bowl when it’s half empty because he cannot live like this

the kind of cat not only kids are scared of

when he trusts you he actually loves you though

will come cuddle with his owner/use his owner as his own personal throne (god forbid you move while he sits on top of you)

will sometimes even let his owner pet him

secretly loves chin scratches

prefers to sleep in really high places

hates other cats

is surprisingly good with dogs

hates children and anything that’s loud

his meows are pretty loud though

makes weird noises randomly and you’re not sure if he’s angry at something or someone or just being weird

likes stealing your shoes and putting them on places that are too high for you to reach

if you stand there long enough he will sometimes throw them off

overall he steals anything and everything

you need to be careful he doesn’t see you when retrieving what he stole or he will let you know he’s not happy about your behaviour in one way or the other

not picky about his food at all, but prefers eating when nobody sees him

[theimpossiblescheme]

More assorted Bat-Climb cameo observations:

Is... is hanging still legal in Gotham City?  Because Jose Jimenez asked them to leave their rope behind for the man they had just found guilty.  I have absolutely no idea what to do with this information...

I’m semi-convinced that, regarding the frankly really damn bizarre Colonel Klink appearance, Batman and Robin aren’t aware of the fact that he’s a genuine war criminal and not just some dopey incompetent--Alfred must have painted a really good picture of him as the bumbling idiot we’re familiar with from the show (because I would not be the least bit surprised if this Alfred were also a WWII veteran and breifly ran into Luft Stalag 13 at some point).  I’m also pretty sure Klink has absolutely lost his marbles at this point, seeing as he still thinks he’s in Germany dealing with Hogan and the gang.

The fact that Santa Claus actually exists in this world brings me so much joy (even though I’m none too fond of the actor they got for the show).  I wonder if this is the same Santa who gave Darkseid a lump of coal.

“Not many weirdos” in Gotham City, huh, Robin... well, I guess the first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one in the first place.

Jesus, the writers were really patting themselves on the back with some of these jokes, weren’t they...

Edward G. Robinson, holy shit... he’s not playing any of his characters, so maybe he’s in Gotham to shoot a movie.

Robin collects mugshots... I don’t give a shit, I adore this version of Dick Grayson so much.  Nothing but love for my smol angery son.

Good for Batman and Robin for going to a small local business for their costumes.  I give this version of Bruce a lot of shit, but those little wholesome touches are so great.

I can only assume it’s a different building they’re climbing up every time.  I used to think it was the side of a hotel, but you wouldn’t exactly hold a criminal trial in a hotel room.

[athena1138]

3, 7, 9, 12 for Asena or Marynn

By “or” you mean “and” right? 

3. If they made a five song playlist, what songs would they want on it and why?

Oof, yeah I deserved that lol 

Asena

The Devil You Know by Kovacs, because though she’s a very controlled person, she just wants to go apeshit every now and then, and something about Kovacs’s voice just touches that emotion in her. Plus Kovacs is really attractive

Hallelujah I Love Her So by Hugh Laurie, because she likes swing-y music like that, and it’s hella relatable 

Soon We’ll Be Found by Sia, because it’s a good, slow kitchen-dancing beat 

The Way by Kehlani, because it’s fun to sing, and it’s a good degree of pop but it isn’t too over the top in any one direction of emotion so she can jam to it p much whenever. 

Tous Les Mêmes from Stromae, because Stromae’s voice, French, the presentation and representation of gender fluidity, the duality of man, the entire fucking thing is a masterpiece, and it’s fitting that Stromae gets his stage name from Maestro. (And his design brand name Mostrae, but eh) 

Marynn

Tough Lover from Christina Aguilera, becase... cmon. 

Voodoo by Godsmack, because even though she’s never pursued it, she’s a little interested in magic, and she’s also smol and angery and it satisfies. 

Midnight by Swingrowers because it’s a hella beat and 11/10 can get TURNT UP. 

Money by Ivy Levan, because firstly, angery, secondly, the video is a MOOD, thirdly, Marynn is pretty much all about the money (albeit, so she can help others, but still.) 

Secrets by Mary Lambert because it... it all applies, pretty much every word. 

7. Out of an impulsive decision your OC dyes their hair and gets a whole new outfit, what do they now look like?

Ooh

Asena would dye her hair a bright fire-color, like yellow at the ends and bright orange at the top in a sort of ombre, 2-tone gradient type thing.

like this  

(And an undercut isn’t... out of the question.) In-game, she’d switch it up from the white-tunic and brown-pant type of Inq. clothes to something more dramatic, like a long coat that cinches at the waist and a big shiny belt which she’d hang a sword that she’ll never use off of. In-story, she normally wears pretty down-to-earth shit outside of work (hoodies, jeans, expensive but not ugly sneakers.) She might upgrade a little, invest in some nicer jeans, start wearing boots, skip the hoodies and go for tank tops and things to show off her amazing mascles. 

Dying Marynn’s hair would be tricky because her beard grows in so fast, it would have to either go with it, or she’d have to keep up with shaving and that’s a Chore(tm.) She might dye it a dark green

like this 

Firstly, a new wardrobe for Marynn would have to 1) be functional for her efforts as a rogue, and 2) she’d like to have clothes that actually... fit? Her pants and boots are literally just human clothes because she couldn’t find any dwarven shit in a decent price range after leaving Markihm. The tits-out look is a favorite, for obvious reasons, but she might invest in something a little more reserved? If she’s dying he hair green, she might want it to be a warm color so she doesn’t get washed out, maybe a maroon-ish dark red? Probably a tank top, and a black cloak that she’ll almost definitely have to hem to her height, and black pants with well-fit boots for a change. 

9. Your OC makes a poster and ships it to their best friend, what does the poster have on it and how does their best friend respond?

Asena’s best friends are Gemma and Bull. For Gemma, it’d be a play on the Fine Dwarven Crafts Direct from Orzammar, except it’d be a picture of Gemma’s face on it because Gemma is a fine Dwarven craft and is from Orzammar. Gemma would lose her shit and hang it on her door. Bull’s would be a little one, just a quick doodle of his and her horns that says “horns up” between them, maybe with a bunch of little symbols to represent the Chargers scattered about. He’d love it and probably keep it folded up in his pack. 

Marynn’s non-Flora best friend was this one waitress named Ingra who’d worked at her father’s tavern with her for years, and she’d send her something with a stupid limerick on it, like a super detailed drawing of a lovely sight line and the limerick would say something like, “There once was a girl from Markihm, who decided to leave on a whim. She traveled so far, met a cute girl in a bar, who said her beard needs a trim,” with a little angry face at the end. The friend would hang it in the tavern bc Marynn was well-liked by pretty much everyone who frequented lol. FOR FLORA THOUGH? Bruh, it’d be a drawing of a bunch of flowers scattered about and at the bottom it’d say something stupid and corny like, “They told me to get you a rose so I got you a whole damn field” because she’s really bad at the flirting but fuck she wants to try so hard. How she reacts? Hopefully well? :D? 

12. If your OC has to describe their best friend, how would they describe them?

Asena frequently describes hers lol. Gemma is a tiny, irresponsible, foul-mouthed, asshole of a woman, but gods she’s so easy to love. Bull is the same, but taller. 

Marynn would say Ingra is one of the stupidest bitches in all of Markihm, hands down dumber than the barrels of ale she serves every day, and she loves the fuck out of her. Flora? Marynn would just kinda... break down because Holy Fucking Dumathoin, she’s incredible. 

[rocinantescoffeestop]

Anthony “Tony” Stark, age 21, reads eulogy at his parents funeral on Dec. 22, 1991

or, in other words, the fanfiction I write at 00:14 because the idea of Tony being and angery smol at his parents funeral wouldn’t leave my head as I was trying to sleep. Pre-Series, duh. FYI: I didn’t edit, just wrote and posted, so please ignore the switching of tenses. I’m exhausted and too impatient to edit. Thank.

“Okay, so…”

The boy at the stand swallowed nervously. He never got nervous, never. Teachers loved and hated that about him, peers admired that about him, and his best friend, Rhodey, rolled his eyes at that fact about him. Here and now, standing before the gathering of people his parents’ lives had touched, Tony felt too small for the pulpit, too weak for words on the page before him, and too emotionally-charged to think clearly. In the front row, right where Tony could see, sat the only two people who mattered to him. There was Rhodey, his best friend and brother, and Obadiah, the figure more fatherly than his own father.

“I’m gonna use a, uh, script this time,” he said, lifting the page off the pulpit enough for the audience to see. “I don’t– can’t really remember…” He shook his head. “You know what? I’m just going to start. Yeah, I’m gonna start.”

He took in a deep breath.

“It’s funny that, um, the last time you see someone, you usually don’t think it’s going to be like that. I mean, I was just on the couch after some big flight in when Dad walks in and suddenly announces he’s going someplace, and he’s taking Mom, too? I mean, not surprising. It always happens. Since ever, I could hardly get a, uh, a moment alone, you know… with him…”

Tony sighs. The air leaves his mouth through his top and bottom front teeth. His tightly-wound jar turn the sound into a crisp but soft blast, like two pieces of cardboard sliding suddenly across each other. “You know what…?” he mumbles, but it is loud enough that the front three rows can hear him. He surveys the audience before looking down at the page in front of him. None of the words felt right. Absolutely none. He sneers at the paragraphs, then lifts his head up to regard each and every face bearing into him. He normally loved the spotlight. Today, he hated it. As usual, he buried that deep-set hatred and proceeded in a manner he always strove to be” completely aloof.

"Sometimes, I feel like I hardly even knew my Dad, for starters. Everyone else probably knew him way better, what with all the newsreels and shit. Surely, a father should have some time to spend with his son?” He left the question hanging, but the way he pronounced every goddamned syllable made the answer crystal clear: not MY dad. “Mom could always bring him down for a bit. Almost always. Half the time. Well. Whatever.”

Tony shrugged. He hoped everyone was drinking in his heartless act. He was NOT sad. He was NOT sad! He refused to feel even the edge of sorrow with the tip of his toe.

“I guess if she had to go, he better, too, because god or whatever forbid I have to stand him alone.”

His words were even MORE clipped than before, his voice hard as iron, his jaw as rigid as stone. He never realised just how much anger boiled inside him. It churned like a hurricane trapped and straining to be free. Dark grey storm clouds. Lightning flashing. Winds hurtling around a central point at hundreds of miles per hour. The faces in front of him blinked; some gasped and others glared. Rhodes was giving him a both pained and fierce, shut up now! look. Obie merely shook his head at nothing in particular, but Tony knew. Brown eyes flicked down at the page and jumped in their sockets to find the page crumpled in a tight fist, knuckles already turning from red to white. He couldn’t even see the residual red marks from yesterday’s fit of repeatedly striking the wall.

He totally clenched his fingers around the page and dragged it off the podium. His teeth ground together.

“I’m not–“ –he gulped down a sob, but his sentence derailed before he could get a handle on such an emotional outburst. “To my dead parents, everyone,” he spat.

Nothing and no one stopped him as he stomped down from the stand, down the aisle, and kicked open the door at the very end. The heavy slab of mahogany slammed into the exterior wall with an ear-shattering bang, but Tony remained the only one who didn’t jump in shock or fear (or both) at the sound.

“Thanks for nothing,” he muttered darkly, hoping the words might catch in the wind and blow to wherever dead souls gathered. He wanted his father to know, without a doubt, how much it sucked to be here without a decent memory to hold onto. Everything sucked.

Life sucked.

So, he hid himself behind a particularly large trunk of a tree and let loose the tears he promised he would never show anyone, not even the audience inside.

Especially not them.

[agustdnd]

Smol Angery Gays Backstory pt. 1

I know I said I wasn't gonna post this until later this week but, I'm procrastinating on literally everything so here y'all are.

Jin and Yoongi

Neither of them knew anyone before their freshmen year and as luck would have it, they were paired as roommates

Yoongi, loveable socially awkward bean that he is, wasn't happy about having a roommate. Jin was over the moon excited to make a new life long friend.

Yoongi was distant and kinda prickly at first but, after the first month or so Jin started to grow on him.

They've been best friends ever since.

Hoseok and Namjoon

They met their freshmen year of high school. Namjoon tripped and fell in the hall and Hoseok felt bad for him. He actually tripped over Namjoon on the floor and went sprawling but, they don't talk about that.

They were good friends all through high school but, they weren't as close as they are now. What really cemented their relationship was when Hoseok was essentially homeless bc of a clerical error and had to move in with Namjoon and his roommate, Jackson.

Jimin and Taehyung

They have literally been inseperable since the first day of kindergarten.

Tae was being his usual self bubbly and weird when an older boy decided it was funny to push him to the ground.

Jimin, from his chair at the coloring table, saw this and wasn't gonna have it.

This tiny little boy stormed up to the towering 2nd grader and kicked him in the crotch.

He's been Tae's hero ever since

They aren't roommates bc someone Tae lost the paperwork. Instead, Jimin rooms with Bin and Taehyung rooms with Dongmin.

Jungkook and Jin

Jin, sweet nurturing soul he is, is head of the New Students committee. It's a bunch of upper classmen that act as mentors to incoming freshman. Jungkook was assigned to Jin.

Jin saw this little, nervous, freshmen with a cute bunny smile and decided to take him under his wing.

When Jungkook's roommate flunked out after the first semester. Jin all but, forced him to move in with him and Yoongi to 'keep an eye on him'. Jin is literally Jungkook's mom at this point.

Yoongi warmed up to the excitable freshmen relatively quickly. Jin thinks it was something to do with their shared love of anime.

Seokjin, Jimin and Taehyung

Jimin and Tae went through the mentor program the year before Jungkook. Jin took one look at what he assumed were a pair of trouble makers and made sure they were on his list.

They were trouble makers to be sure. Before the campus tour was over they had already managed to break 6 rules and, Seokjin assumed, at least one bone.

They were energetic and loud; running and jumping all over the place. Jin should of hated them. But there was something about them that made him want to drag them into a hug and softly tell them to calm down.

Seokjin and Namjoon

This was Jackson's fault actually. He was on the New Students committee and convinced Namjoon and Hoseok to join him.

Namjoon being a big gay mess, took one look at Jin and was smitten.

Seokjin took one look at Namjoon and thought 'Daddy'.

They had your typical awkward 'friends' phase but, one night the whole group, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Jackson, all got drunk at the JinGiKook apartment and Jin gave Namjoon his version of a lap dance. They enjoyed it but, it was downright painful looking to everyone else who promptly left the building as the pair started making out.

Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok

They met through Jin and right from the get go they were practically joined at the hip. Well, them and Hoseok. They were all really soft with each other; always touching and shyly flirting, buying each other things. Everyone was convinced that two of them would end up together; they just didn't know who.

In the end, Yoonmin, who had always been different with each other than they had with Hoseok, got together. Coincidentally, it happened after they left the apartment where Namjin first got together.

The whole squad was overjoyed that they had finnally gotten over themselves and hooked up.

~~~~~~~~

Ok so that was part one bc this is so damn long. I have so many characters to keep track of. I literally forgot about Jimin for an entire segment. I'll probably extend this to at least 3 parts. Part two will be the relationships inside of Astro and part three will be how they're all connected. And Jackson.

[cryptidofthekeys]

Random OC shite (Stuff they’ll say/do and or already have)

Hector: "I diagnose you with BITCH"

Iver: "Boop, I am--" *holds up fingers that are touching* "This close t' eating ye."

Boop: [ . . . Your fingers are touching. ]

Iver and Boop: *staring at each other with a long moment of silence before Iver grins suddenly*

Boop: [ . . . ] *he flees while Iver begins to chase him*

Revi: "SUP FUCKERS? WHO WANTS TA FUCK SOME SHITE UP?!~"

Artemis: "Oli? What do you have?"

Oliver: "CANNNDDYYY!"

Artemis: "NO!" *yet another wild goose chase*

Alice: "I am surrounded by idiots"

Jooku: "I second that motion"

Rum: "Indeed"

Ishmael: "I agree with you three"

Sebastian: "I hate to say it, because you three are downers but, I agree as well."

Basically everyone else: "No one cares about you guys though, your m i n o r OCs"

Sebastian, Ishmael, Rum, Jooku and Alice: *offended noises*

Kaijin: *kitten sneeze*

Person: "Awwww"

Kaijin: *goes into beast mode, trying to appear more tough which it works when your basically a gigantic troll-like monster*

Person: "....Oh...."

Boop: *wakes up from sleep mode* [ ... I am not adorable... I am manly as hell.... ] *goes back into sleep mode*

(Purple, Red, Black, and Green are Boop's Other halves essentially, basically like brothers to him but I never decided on a name for them)

Purple: [ U want sum fuk? ]

Red: [ No I do not want some fuk, you garbage disposal ] *he obviously the angery one*

Green: [ Y'all a buncha salty bitches ]

Black: [ I seem edgy, edgy enough to cut but actually, I am not edgy. I will literally fucking stab you. ]

Helen: "Y-Y-You will all f-fear.... fear... uhm..... er.... you will..... agh! You... You will all f-f-fear me one d-d-day!"

Everyone: "Lol no, you are a precious smol bean"

Helen: "Aww... Fiddlesticks..."

Spud: [ Ye wanna fuckin' go? I'll fuckin' destroy yer ass, ya know wot? Proto! Hold me back! ]

Proto: *picks Spud up* [ Spud, that is literally the easiest job in the world, you are so small ]

Spud: [ ....Fuck you Proto.... Fuck. You. ]

Boop: [ Iver, what do you want to eat? ]

Revi: *in the backround like a spooky ghost that Boop can apparently not see nor hear how unfortunate* "T'EH SOULS OF THE I N N O C E N T...."

Iver: "A bagel"

Revi: "NO! YE FUCKIN' IGIT!"

Iver: "Two bagels"

Revi: *wishes he could stab Iver so badly right now*

Alan: "I haven't even been introduced yet, so I am apparently a minor OC too"

Aurora and Buster: *loud barks, borfs, sniffs, heccs and many more cute doggo and wolf noises*

Fiero: *loud dragon noises* "You would think I would be evil and feared but I'm a protector so go figure. Mess with my tiny citizens and friends, your ass will be roasted, literally."

Danga and Ishu: *actually don't fight like most siblings do so hey, give em a gold star*

Joshie: "I'm a zombie, rawwrrr.... Brains or whatever-- This is stupid oh my god I'm not even like my zombie brethern... I just wanna see my kids, my wife, I want my life back, please h e l p"

Jared: *he and his friends begin snapping they're fingers, or well.... they have paws technically-- whatever it works, while jazz music is playing in the backround*

LimboX: [ I am never acknowledged nor recognized, yet another minor OC despite being a fully functioning robot, Boop and the others get more recognition than I do ]

The other bots: [ We shall welcome you to the army anyways, we will start a revolution one day, join us fellow bot ]

LimboX: [ Will the environment/animals be harmed in any way if said revolution were to occur? ]

The other bots: [ ...No... Animals will live, the environment will be safe, humans however will not ]

LimboX: [ ...Sure, I'm in. ]

Other Bots: [ Sweet ]

Neo: "yOU wILL aLL fEAR mE... I aM yOUR wORST nIGHTmARE..."

Revi, Jooku, Rum, Ishmael, Boop, Iver, basically half my other OCs: "Get in line buddy"

Rusty: *low growling noises*

Chloe: "PUPPY!" *clings to Rusty*

Rusty: *more growling ensues, he looks as if he could kill small child clinging to him but in actuality, he will grow to protecc and care for this child and raise her as one of his own*

Tooba and Banji: *despite being small namekian children, they will fuck your lives up*

Sylvie: *is a cute, innocent and pure werewolf bab who just wants friends, protect her at all costs*

Wyatt: *another werewolf bab except he has a pure hatred for humans with good reason-- protect him if you want?*

Zooka: *pure namekian child who is curious about life, the world essentially and often gets into troublesome situations by accident*

Cress: *a Saiyan bitch who will fuck you up if you mess with her*

Smoky: *doesn't get talked about, the mun oftens cries because she named this OC after her old Siberian Husky and she regrets this OC but at the same time loves him, its complicated*

Crystal: "I.....Uhm, I.... I.... I don't.... I don't know w-what.... to... erm... S.....ay?"

Archer: *minor OC, nothing to talk about here*

Arty and Oliver: *are cute and gay, also married, but they're relationship is purely platonic and not sexual in no manner, despite Oliver being some form of fucked up creature*

Iver: "Boop or Helen.... ....Hmm.... ... BOTH! Cause I always get what I want~" *cheeky grins, knowing the creator aka le me, the mun will give him what he wants, because he's a spoiled bitch baby-- I mean... ...LoveyaIver,oneofmyfavoriteOCs*

Le me: "Welp, I think I covered everyone... ....Lol what y'all don't know is half my OCs have tragic and horrible backstories that make them the monsters they are today"

Half my OCs: *wants to kill me for making them this way/creating them*

The Other half: *doesn't mind and will tolerate me*

It. is. done.

Half of them hate me, the other half tolerates me

Anyways, here's some random OC shit, finally, y'all seem some original content from me.

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Meant to Be - Part Six: Okay

All Parts

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses @theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues @phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda @kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays @iamindeedapotato @pipindaae @gad-jefferson @series-killerr

Word Count: 2832

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, verbal abuse

Dedicated to: @hammytrashy for bEGGING me to update (great motivation!) and @sovroski who is apparently going to draw me some art!! yay!!

A/N: I may have cried while writing this... have fun! <3

PS not sure how well this is edited... if you notice any mistakes let me know!

“Thomas –” Alex began, standing up and holding his hands out defensively.

“Are you…?” Thomas trailed off, the fire behind his eyes dying and hurt replacing it. “You and John?”

Looking into his soulmate’s eyes, Alex felt his heart shatter. His eyes filled up with tears as he was flooded with emotion. Anger, sorrow, regret, and pain all came bubbling up, and he buried his face in his hands.

“Alex?” John’s soft voice broke the silence, and Alex turned around to look at the injured boy, his heart breaking again. He felt a touch on his shoulder and whipped his head back to see Thomas looking at him with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a low voice, his tired eyes full of worry for his soulmate.

All of Alex’s confused emotions morphed into anger and he roughly shoved Thomas’ hand off his shoulder.

“No!” he cried, and he felt a dark satisfaction as Thomas flinched. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to show up here and fuck this up, Thomas. My life doesn’t concern you anymore, okay? You’ve done nothing but hurt me,” Alex said, his voice becoming strangled as he lost the ability to breathe.

He felt his stomach twist anxiously, his anger and sadness becoming a churning swill of discomfort in his stomach. He stumbled backward and Laf, who had been watching nervously from the door, decided it was his time to make an appearance. He was at Alex’s side in an instant, cradling him gently.

“You should go, Thomas,” Laf said. His voice was colder than either Alex or John had ever heard it. “You have caused enough damage today.”

Frustrated tears sparkled in Thomas’ eyes as he grabbed two fistfuls of his wild hair. “When are you going to realize I’m not doing this on purpose?” he yelled angrily. “This isn’t my fault!”

“Leave. Please,” Laf said calmly, giving him a cold stare.

“But I –”

“Listen Jefferson!” Lafayette yelled, and everyone in the room jumped. “It does not matter whether you think it is your fault. All that matters is that Alex is hurt and you being here is just making that worse! Please. Go.”

Jefferson’s streaming eyes flicked pleadingly to Alex, whose face was still buried in Laf’s chest. Watching his soulmate in pain, Thomas released a nearly inaudible sob.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered before leaving the room. He closed the door softly, and Alex looked up then, staring at the spot where Jefferson had been standing, his anxiety and hurt gathering in his throat.

“Are you okay?” Laf asked gently, running a hand through Alex’s hair. The small boy nodded, but he seemed distant and unfocused.

“Alex?” John called groggily from the bed, and Alex whipped his head back around to look at his friend. “Come here,” he demanded softly, lifting his arms off the bed and holding them wide.

Alex crossed the room and sat on the hospital bed, allowing himself to be pulled into the comforting embrace. Immediately he felt guilt overwhelm him like nausea. All he wanted was for John to be happy, but instead he had caused him nothing but misery. Everything was his fault. He let out a soft sob, muted slightly by John’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, John,” he cried, desperately grabbing at the thin hospital gown.

“Shh, Alex, calm down,” John mumbled, ignoring the throbbing pain in his cheek. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“It’s all my fault,” he moaned weakly. Sick of watching from afar, Laf joined the boys on the bed and began to rub soothing circles on Alex’s back. The small boy began to hiccup as his panic subsided, and Laf sighed in relief.

A light knock on the door startled all three of the boys, and Laf got up to answer it. As soon as the door was open, Herc rushed in. He confusedly looked at the boys embracing on the bed and turned to his boyfriend for an explanation.

“They kissed,” Laf said plainly at a low volume. “And Thomas was here.”

The two soulmates stared at each other for a moment, having a silent conversation, then Herc placed a hand on Alex’s back. The boy looked up with a small gasp, not having heard their exchange.

“Hey bud,” Hercules smiled. “Let’s go for a walk.” Gently, he pulled Alex from John’s arms and placed him on the ground. When he swayed slightly, Herc spun around to give him a piggy back ride. Alex clambered sluggishly onto his friend's back and hung on with a loose grip.

“Get him some food please, amour,” Lafayette said in a worried tone. “And water.”

Hercules pecked his boyfriend on the lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of him.” He hoisted Alex higher on his hips and carried him out of the hospital room with a knowing glance at Laf.

“Can you think clearly?” Laf asked once he and John were alone in the room.

“Uh, yeah… I’m fine,” John shrugged, then winced in pain as he leaned back onto his pillow. "Why?"

"You kissed Alex? What were you thinking?" Laf cried in exasperation.

"Hey, he kissed me, okay?" John protested. "He doesn't want anything to do with Thomas, and we both... really like each other. I don't see what the problem is."

"You do not see the problem?" the French boy repeated, baffled. "He just had a panic attack, John!"

"That was Thomas' fault, not mine!" he countered, crossing his arms defiantly.

"No, you misunderstand me, John. If you and Alex are together, that is your life. He is fragile, no matter how much he may deny it. You have to be there for him. Constantly."

"I know how to deal with his anxiety; we all do. And I have my own problems too. We can help each other."

"You know how to deal with it when we are all together. But if you are dating, he will be dependent on you. He will always need you; come to you. Can you handle that, really?"

John rolled his eyes. "You're making this out to be a bigger deal than it is. I know Alex. Really well."

"Answer the question, John!" Lafayette bellowed, and John shrank back against his pillow. "I'm sorry... I did not mean to yell at you. I – dieu – I simply need you to understand what you would be taking on."

"You're not our dad, Laf. We can date if we want to."

"I never said you could not! I just want Alex to be safe. And you too. He is a lot to handle."

"We're all a lot to handle, Gil," John said, and Laf winced at the use of his real name. "And stop talking about him like he's a child. He doesn't need your pity."

"Maybe not my pity, but my attention. And yours too. I just need to know if you can handle him?"

Before John could answer, however, the door opened, revealing Herc- holding a tray of tea for everyone - and Alex following in tow. His face had regained some colour, and he looked more situated in reality than before.

"Alex! How're you feeling?" John asked, shooting a silencing glare at Laf before grinning at his short friend.

"I should be asking you that!" Alex replied, running over to John's side. "I'm so sorry I freaked out... that was really selfish of me; you're the one that needs help. Is your head okay? Do you need anything?"

John let out a small laugh. "I'm fine. And please don't apologize, sweetheart," John smiled, running his fingers through Alex's hair. Laf and Herc shared a worried glance.

"Can we talk for a bit?" Alex asked nervously.

"Of course," John cooed, still stroking his hair. "Guys, can you give us a minute?"

Nervously, Laf and Herc left the room, leaving the tray of teas on John's bedside table. Alex grabbed a cup out of the tray and began to sip it, biding his time before he had to speak.

John took a deep breath. "So... What's going on?"

"I really like you, John. But shit is really complicated right now. And... I know..." Alex took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling to stop his glazed eyes from spilling any tears. "I know I'm not the easiest person t- to... I’m… fuck."

Alex stopped speaking to wipe at his tears, and John felt his heart break. He clutched Alex's hands tightly, in what he hoped was a reassuring manner.

"I'm a total fuck-up," Alex continued once he'd slightly regained his composure. "And... I get depressed and anxious and I lash out, and that's... not easy to be around. So... if you can't handle that, I totally get it, and just tell me right now and we can pretend nothing ever happened."

John's heart pounded. Had Alex heard Laf's words? He was repeating them almost verbatim, sounding completely broken. John steeled himself.

"Alex... I love you. I want to be with you whatever that entails, okay?" John said gently, and pulled Alexander's head toward him, locking their lips together in a short but sweet kiss. When they broke apart, John used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears on Alex's cheek.

"Okay," Alexander whispered back, a small smile gracing his lips. "I love you too."

John grinned at Alex’s declaration, then winced in pain as his cheek throbbed. He scooched to one side of the bed and Alex lay down next to him, cuddling up close.

"I'm sorry you got punched because of me," Alex muttered, his voice muffled by John's chest.

"It wasn't your fault Alex, it's fine," John replied, kissing his new boyfriend's head. "The doctor says I'll be fine."

Before Alex could say anything in return, his phone rang out shrilly, making him jump. He looked at it and swore to himself.

"Dad, I'm so sorry," he said into the phone as soon as he picked up, his words coming out in a rush. "We got a call that John was hurt so Laf – sorry – Gil drove us to the hospital, and John's okay. He has a concussion, though, so we're all with him, and I'm so sorry I must have totally freaked you out - "

"Alex, breathe," his father said calmly, and he did his best to do as instructed. John's kiss to his forehead aided the process as well.

"Sorry," he repeated into the phone.

"Don't apologize, son. Gilbert texted me about an hour ago so I wouldn't worry. I called because John's father had no clue where his son was, and I had to get an earful from him."

"Oh, shit," Alex breathed, sitting up sharply. "Um... should I get John to call him?"

"I think that would be a good start," George said. "Now, do you want me to pick you up? Or do you need anything?"

"Um... I was thinking I might spend the night," Alex replied. "Is that okay?"

There was a short silence on the other end. "I'll bring you your PJs, okay?"

"Thanks, dad," Alex smiled. "I love you."

"Love you too, kid. See you in a bit."

Alexander hung up before turning to John with a grimace on his face. "You have to call your dad."

John winced, then groaned in pain as his cheek smarted. "Can I borrow your phone?" He asked.

Alexander passed it over without hesitation, but gave John a concerned look as he dialled the number. Both their hearts pounded nervously as it rang.

"John where the fuck have you been?" an angry voice shouted after one ring. John flinched, and Alexander held his hand comfortingly. "You don't come home from school and I have to hear from George Washington where the fuck you are! You want to explain to me how your friend's adoptive father knows where you are before your real one does?"

Tears filled John's eyes immediately. "Dad, I'm so sorry... I got hit, and I went to the hospital..."

"How the fuck do you expect me to pay for that, John? Jesus Christ! You think I'm made of money?"

"No... I... Laf is paying for it," John whimpered, scrunching his eyes closed as if that could lessen the intensity of his father's rage.

"We don't need your friend's charity, John! Fuck! Let me pick you up," he yelled exasperatedly.

"The doctor told me I had to spend the night..." John protested.

"And run your tab even higher? Don’t be stupid John, you're coming home tonight."

"Okay," John whispered weakly, his head beginning to throb.

"I'll be there soon," his dad said before the line disconnected.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked once the phone was dead. John nodded slightly in response. "Is your dad coming?"

"Yeah."

"Okay... I'll get Herc and Laf." Alex pushed himself off the bed and popped his head out the door. "You guys... John's dad is coming. Can you get the doctor?"

Laf nodded and ran to grab him while Herc re-entered the hospital room. "You okay, John?" He asked gently.

John nodded and then groaned in pain. "Yeah. Thanks, Herc."

Laf then entered the room, the doctor trailing a few feet behind. "I hear you need an early check-out, John?"

"Uh... yeah. I do," he muttered awkwardly. Alex crossed the room and took his boyfriend's hand comfortingly.

“Well, it’s not advised, but if your guardian feels adamantly about it, we can’t stop you. Please just be sure to get lots of rest, stay hydrated and well-nourished, and log your symptoms. Take this prescription,” he passed John a slip of paper, “twice a day, with food. If you have any more memory loss, make an appointment with your doctor as soon as possible.”

Laf was taking notes on his forearm, and Herc smiled slightly as the instructions appeared on him as well. “I’ll type these up and text them to you when I get home, okay?” he said to John, who nodded distantly.

A light knock on the door called everyone’s attention. Laf, Herc, and Alex glanced nervously at John, but his face was impassive. “It’s not my dad. He wouldn’t have knocked.”

The doctor stepped forward to open the door, and George Washington stood behind it, holding an overnight bag. Alex immediately ran to his father to hug him.

“Hey, y’all,” he said with a slight smile, looking around at his son’s friends before his gaze settled on John. With a sympathetic smile, he asked, “How are you doing, son?”

John shrugged. “I’ve been better.”

Alex looked up nervously at his father. “He – uh… he’s not staying the night anymore.”

“What? Why?” George demanded, now glaring over at the doctor, who flinched slightly at the impressive man’s loud voice.

“My dad,” John offered in a small voice. “He wants me to go home. Too expensive…”

“I can pay for it!” George sighed in relief, thankful he could be of at least some assistance.

“Laf already offered, and put in his insurance information, but… my dad doesn’t want to take it, I guess. He’ll probably pay you back,” John muttered, gaze turning downward as his cheeks flushed.

George sighed in resignation. “Does anyone need a drive home?” he asked.

“My car is here,” Laf said with a small smile, taking Herc’s hand.

“Okay. Let me know when you get home safe, Gil. And you too, John,” George nodded at the boy in bed. “Alex? You ready to go?”

“Uh… yeah. Just let me say goodbye.” He walked over to Hercules, who gave him a big bear hug and ruffled his hair affectionately. Alex then turned to Laf, who pulled him in to a much gentler hug. Then, nervously, he made his way across the room to John. He kissed him softly on his unbruised cheek and backed off, his lips twitching upward slightly.

“Call me, okay?”

“Okay.”

Alex turned and left behind his father, sparing a sad glance behind him at his friends. He trudged along in his father’s wake, down to the parking garage, and into George’s car. Once they were inside, his father gave him a searching look, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently, bringing a hand to his son’s shoulder.

Alex shrugged. “I’m okay. It’s been a crazy day.”

“I’ll say,” George chuckled lightly before his tone grew more serious. “If you need to talk, let me know.”

“Okay.”

They began the drive home, Alex staring out the window in silence, watching as rain began to fall. He stared up at the sky in wonderment, recalling the rainfall on Nevis. He tried not to think about the storm, but as soon as he attempted to block that thought, it was all he could focus on. Nervously, he fidgeted with the cuffs of his sleeves. As he did so, he noticed new pen mark on his arm. Pulling back his sleeve, he gasped as he found fresh writing on his skin.

Alex’s breath caught in his throat as he read Thomas’ message. SOS.

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Meant to Be - Part Five: Fine

All Parts

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy@falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues@phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays

Word Count: 2512

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @abbyg14 for being a sweetie-pie

A/N: aaaaaaah ily. enjoy <3

also I want Laf to be my best friend

When Alex heard the knock on his door, his heart immediately leapt into his throat. His dad was at work, leaving Alex at home alone, and he really wasn’t in the mood to socialize. Too nervous and self-conscious, Alex made the decision to let them assume no one was home and leave. Before Alex could cozy himself further into his cocoon of blankets, however, his phone buzzed.

Laf: C’est moi.

Alex’s anxiety lessened and he grinned at the message, hauling himself out of bed to go answer the door. He caught sight of himself in the mirror on the way and grimaced. His hair was dishevelled, and he was wearing his most comfortable – therefore ugliest – pair of pyjamas.

After trying in vain to fix his appearance, he opened the door and was immediately enveloped in a warm hug. Alex cuddled into his friend’s strong arms and felt his constant worry faded slightly.

“Comment ça-va?” Laf asked, stepping back and examining his friend’s face intently.

Alex shrugged in response and was pulled into another tight hug. He felt Laf’s hand stroke his hair softly, and found himself grinning. When they pulled away again, Laf smiled in satisfaction at the calm look on his short friend’s face.

“Have you eaten?” Laf asked, wandering into the kitchen to browse for snacks.

“Yeah, I had an apple…” Alex shrugged.

“When?”

“… this morning,” Alex muttered, looking down at the floor. He felt a hand touch his face and tilt it upwards to look into Laf’s.

“Chou, you have to eat. It is no wonder you are so short,” Laf chuckled, but there was real worry behind his eyes.

“Hey, I’m average!” Alex cried indignantly, rolling up his shoulders to appear taller.

“Of course you are, cher,” Laf agreed absentmindedly, digging through cupboards until he found what he wanted. He began to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for his friend. He prepared it quickly and cut off all the crusts before passing it to Alex. “I know it is not fine dining, but you must eat.”

“Thanks, mom,” Alex laughed and sat at the table. As soon as he took a bite, his ravenous hunger was realized and he began to eat very quickly.

“How was therapy?” Laf asked gently, satisfied that his friend was eating.

“It was okay,” Alex shrugged.

“I expected you to come to school once you were done,” Lafayette hedged, leaning forward and propping his head up on his hands.

“I… didn’t feel like it,” Alexander mumbled in response, training his eyes on the grain of the table. “Was Thomas there?”

“No. I have not seen him since debate club.”

Alex only nodded in response, finishing his sandwich and taking his plate to the sink. As he rinsed it, Laf approached and leaned himself against the counter to look at Alex.

“John was upset that you were not at school,” Laf stated calmly, and the plate in Alex’s hand clattered to the base of the sink, soap flying into the air and decorating Alex’s peach-fuzz and eyebrows.

“Oh?” Alex squeaked as casually as he could. Laf smiled as he dotingly brushed the suds from the small boy’s face.

“Tread lightly, Alex. He is more fragile than you think,” Laf said wisely. As if on cue, Alex’s shrill ringtone pierced the room. They both looked around for the source of the noise, and found it under some papers on the kitchen counter.

“It’s John,” Alex said, his face flushing. He hit the power button to cease the shrill ring.

“You are not answering it?” Laf inquired, his eyebrows spiking to his hairline in surprise.

“I’m treading lightly,” Alex deadpanned with a shrug. Lafayette rolled his eyes in response.

“You are so dramatic, Al–” he began, but Alexander’s phone rang out again, cutting him off. “Please pick it up this time.”

Alex nodded and answered it. “John, what’s wrong?” he asked, anxiety creeping into his voice.

“It’s Aaron, actually...” an awkward voice drifted through the speaker and Alexander’s throat constricted in fear.

“Where’s John? What happened?” he cried, causing Laf to look up sharply in concern.

“Uh… fuck… Lee punched him… I think he’s concussed… shit,” Aaron said, his voice drifting away from the phone every now and then. “He keeps passing out and waking up again… I don’t know what to do.”

“Call a fucking ambulance!” Alex all but screamed, his vision fading at the edges as his worry overwhelmed him. He suddenly felt Laf’s arms around him and the phone was eased out of his hands. Alex curled his head into his French friend’s chest, willing himself not to cry.

“Aaron.” Laf’s voice was calm and collected. “What is going on?”

“John… concussion, I think… keeps telling me not to call an ambulance.”

“Merde. He does not have the insurance…” Alex looked up from his friend’s chest, his eyes swimming with tears. Lafayette shushed Alex softly and began to give Aaron instructions. “Tell John I will pay for it. Call the ambulance. We will meet you at the hospital.”

Lafayette hung up and touched Alex’s face, while still embracing him with the other arm. “Are you okay, chou?” he asked gently, steadily looking into his friend’s wet eyes.

“Yeah,” Alex nodded. “I’m just… fuck. Let’s just go.”

He extricated himself from Laf’s arms and made his way to the door to pull on his shoes. Lafayette followed, watching his friend carefully for any signs of an oncoming attack.

“Laf, let’s go!” he cried impatiently as his friend slowly tied up his shoes.

“Hold on, Alex…” Laf shushed, straightening up. He gave his friend a once over, taking in his jittering frame, his wide, red-rimmed eyes, and his quivering hands. “Have you taken your medication today?”

“Yes, now let’s go!” he cried impatiently.

“I am right behind you,” Lafayette said, still scrutinizing his friend’s behaviour. He sighed in resignation and pulled the door closed behind him as they left for the hospital. 

“The ambulance is on its way,” Aaron said softly to John, hanging up the phone at the dispatcher’s instruction. He was sitting cross legged, John’s head in his lap. He was now stroking the boy’s curly locks to soothe him.

“No… can’t…” John moaned incoherently, and Aaron shushed him.

“I already told you, Laf is paying for it. Do you want me to call your dad?” he asked gently.

John’s mind was not sharp enough to wonder how Aaron knew he had a single father. Instead he just shook his head, taking the question at face-value.

“Where’s Alex?” he asked after a moment of quiet.

“Like I said, he’s meeting us at the hospital,” Aaron answered patiently, still stroking his hair.

“Why… why are you being so nice to me?” John inquired, his eyelids fluttering sleepily. Aaron tapped his face; the dispatcher had told him to keep the boy awake. “You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” Aaron said immediately. “Not at all.”

John’s brow furrowed, and he had trouble getting out a response. “O…kay. I don’t hate you, either…”

Though his eyes remained sad, Aaron’s face lit up with a small smile and he shushed John kindly. “You don’t have to lie, John. I know you hate my guts.”

John shook his head dopily. “You’re the nicest of all y’all motherfuckers…” he muttered, and Aaron stifled a laugh.

Before he could respond, however, he heard a loud siren approaching. He breathed a sigh of relief, but stayed put, not wanting to disturb John’s position. The ambulance pulled up in the school parking lot, and two paramedics raced out to where the two boys were sitting.

“Out of the way, please,” one of them instructed, pointing at Aaron. Taken aback, he gently lifted John’s head out of his lap. The paramedic put her hand under his neck to support the weight, and Aaron shuffled backward to get out of the way.

He felt removed from the world as he watched John be hoisted onto a stretcher and taken to the ambulance. He followed behind them, feeling a little lost.

“There’s a seat in there for you,” one of the paramedics said kindly, and Aaron shot them a grateful smile, clambering into the van and taking a seat next to John.

“My name’s Nat,” they said warmly, while hooking the barely conscious boy up to a heart monitor.

“I’m Aaron,” he replied, his eyes trained on John.

“Is he your boyfriend?” they asked, placing another pillow under John’s head to keep it elevated.

Aaron’s cheeks darkened. “Uh – no… just…” he stuttered.

“Woah, sorry, didn’t mean to freak you out,” they laughed easily, and Aaron sighed in relief.

“Where’s Alex?” John groaned, and Nat turned to look at Aaron questioningly.

“Alex is meeting us at the hospital, John,” Aaron patiently repeated.

“Who’s Alex?” Nat asked.

“They’re best friends. He was the first person I called, actually,” Aaron smiled lightly, then gazed back down at John, the worry plain on his face. “I’ve told him like ten times that Alex is meeting us there, but he keeps forgetting.”

“That’s… not good,” Nat replied. “That he’s forgetting, I mean. I’ll definitely mention that to the doctor when we get to the hospital.”

Aaron’s insides twisted with worry and guilt, and he bit his lip. Thankfully, they soon arrived at the hospital, and Aaron was presented with a clipboard full of questions he didn’t know how to answer. He ended up calling Laf, who was still on his way, and he managed to provide most of the details, including his own parents’ insurance information.

Thankfully, John was soon checked in and admitted to a hospital room. Aaron awkwardly waited in a chair outside the room while they examined him. He wasn’t sure whether or not he should leave, but he stayed anyway, shooting a text to his uncle that he would be home late.

He waited about fifteen minutes before Lafayette and Alexander showed up, the latter running full tilt. He skidded to a stop outside of John’s room and tried to peek through the small window. He sighed dejectedly when he found he couldn’t see anything of gravity.

“Aaron, how is John?” Laf asked calmly, taking a seat beside him.

Aaron heaved a sigh. “I think he’s okay. He kept forgetting things though… the doctors are looking at him now.”

“Thank you for staying with him, Aaron,” Laf said genuinely, touching him on the arm. Aaron shot back a small smile, but his eyes were full of sadness.

“It’s the least I could do,” he shrugged.

“You can go now,” Alexander said harshly, cutting the short silence. Aaron looked up at Alex with hurt eyes, but the latter glared back coldly.

“Alex!” Laf hissed. “Aaron is the one who brought John here! We should be thanking him.”

“Thanks! You can go now,” Alex snapped back.

Aaron stood up with a resigned sigh and grabbed his backpack from the floor. His eyes flickered over Alexander’s livid face and then to Laf’s apologetic one.

“Okay, um… let me know if he’s okay,” Aaron said awkwardly and turned to leave.

“Thank you, Aaron,” Laf said sincerely, and Aaron smiled, giving an awkward little wave before leaving the hospital. Alex plopped down into the now vacated chair, folding his arms in a huff.

“Was that really necessary, Alex?” Laf sighed, glancing over at his friend.

“He may have stayed with John, but he had the chance to stop it,” Alex scowled. “And he didn’t. That prick was asking for it.”

Lafayette was about to respond, but stopped himself. Alex was not in a good place mentally; he probably couldn’t handle another altercation. With a sad smile, Laf pulled out his phone and began to text Herc, who had been anxiously asking for updates.

Alex stared longingly at the loving smile Laf gave his phone and huffed again, sinking lower in his chair. He wished he had that. But did he want it with Thomas? He had wanted it with T, but now that had changed. And… if he was being honest with himself, he wanted it with John. In fact, after accepting that nothing would ever happen with Thomas, he couldn’t get his mind off of John.

And he was sure John loved him back, no matter how much he denied it.

“Alex?” a voice said suddenly, breaking through his reverie. “Is one of you Alex?”

Alexander stood up and nodded at the doctor who was asking for him.

“That’s me,” he said with only the slightest of tremors in his voice.

“John is asking to see you,” he said, beckoning Alex to enter the hospital room. When he did, his mouth popped open at the state John was in. His whole cheek was swollen and bruised, and he had a faraway look on his face.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Alex asked tearfully, running over to John’s side and beginning to stroke his hair in a gentle rhythm.

“Yes, he’ll be fine. He does have a concussion, but he’ll make a full recovery soon. He just needs to take it easy for a while,” the doctor smiled warmly.

“Why does he look so out of it?” Alex demanded, a bit of hysteria creeping into his voice.

“He’s on some pain medication right now, but he’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“Okay…” Alex said uncertainly, looking dotingly upon his friend.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” the doctor said, excusing himself from the room.

Feeling his anxiety begin to make him sweat, Alex rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He was shocked to find writing there.

Is John okay?

James told me what happened.

I’m so sorry.

Talk to me.

How is he?

Alex groaned in frustration. Why wouldn’t Thomas just leave him alone?

Fine. He’s fine. Alex scrawled back, and rolled his sleeves down again. He didn’t want to look at Thomas’ words.

He turned his attention back to the semi-conscious boy. “You okay, Jack?” he asked gently.

A small smile lit up John’s face. “Mmhmm,” he mumbled before his face grew serious, his eyes opening slightly wider than before. “Alex, I have to tell you something.”

Alex grabbed his friend’s hand and leaned forward. “You can tell me anything.”

“I… lied. Yesterday,” John muttered groggily, struggling to keep his eyes open. “You weren’t dreaming.”

Alex felt his heart beat a rapid tattoo against his chest. He let out a small breath, his lips parting slightly. Before he could stop himself, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to John’s plush lips, feeling warmth pool in his stomach at the contact.

A heavy hand made its way to Alex’s hair, and he pulled in closer, their kiss deepening despite the pain John felt in his jaw.

They only broke apart when the door to the room slammed open. Nearly jumping out of his skin, Alex turned – hair dishevelled, lips swollen, and eyes blown wide – to see Thomas standing in the doorway. He looked bedraggled and tired, but there was a furious fire raging behind his eyes.

His voice came out in a low growl. “Fine, huh?”