#ok i have to go to work. ew. i’m so tired i could literally sleep for one thousand hours rn but oh well.

[livvyofthelake]

the thing about ty blackthorn is simply that he is a delusional little freak and then also. crucially. he’s also right is the thing. so forgive me for being insane about that guy, you have to understand i’m under circumstances that would make anyone act like this. and unfortunately i met him when i was 14.

[some-days-we-get-sundays]

Relationship Q&A - Wildmoore Edition

Who confessed feelings first?

Sophie. Definitely Sophie. Ryan is too damn stubborn to admit or even realize that she has feelings for Sophie. Sophie knew for a while that she had feelings for Ryan and she had an inkling that Ryan liked her back but she knew that Ryan would not realize it or admit it if she did realize. Sophie admittedly wanted to start kissing Ryan and going out with her romantically instead of always leaving their hangouts feeling unsatisfied lol so she knew she had to make the first move. When she did, Ryan slapped her playfully on the arm and said, damn Soph, it took you look enough. 

Nicknames for each other? 

Ryan still calls Sophie, “Crowphie” but it’s endearing and playful and Sophie doesn’t mind it. She calls her, “Soph” as well. They both call each other bae, babe, boo, baby. Sophie calls Ryan, “Ry Ry” and also calls her “Shawty/shorty.” When they’re playing video games and it gets competitive, Ryan refers to herself as “Bdub” short for BW (batwoman). Bdub finna drop this 30 piece on your head Soph. Sophie usually let’s Ryan win when they play 2k because she thinks it’s cute when Ryan gets competitive and gloats. 

Who apologizes first in fights?

Since they are enemies to lovers they are used to fighting with each other and not seeing eye to eye. So they don’t ever really freak out about a big fight. They know one of them will eventually come around. Even though Ryan is more stubborn and hard headed, it’s usually her that apologizes first. Sophie can’t stay mad at Ryan’s puppy dog face and her sweet smile. They always hug and then Ryan says, Soph, I’m sorry. And then Sophie immediately says, no, babe, I’m sorry. They are good at talking through their issues and know how to have  healthy communication Then once they talk they have a lot of make up sex and cuddles. 

Who said I love you first?

Ryan said it first. Ryan was in the batsuit and she thought she was about to die after getting bested in a big fight. She turned on her comms and told Mary and Luke to get Sophie on the line.  

Soph? 

Yeah I’m here babe, what is it?

Sophie, I love you. Ryan said this with zero hesitation in her voice. She turned off the batsuit voice manipulator so that Sophie could hear Ryan’s real voice when she told her. 

You wha-

I love you. I’m in love with you. And I have been for a while now. I wanted to tell you but I didn’t know the right time. I thought maybe I would take you to dinner at our favorite spot, but it doesn’t look like I’m gonna make it. Ryan’s breath was coming out in short bursts and she was struggling. Sophie heard the distress. 

BABE, Ryan talk to me! What’s happening? 

I’m ok, I just needed to tell you this incase I didn’t get the chance. I love you with my whole heart Sophie. You’re the most important thing in my life and I’m so glad I didn’t die before I met you.

Are you quoting a Bright Eyes song to me right now? Sophie let out a raspy laugh.

Damnit Soph, I’m trying to be serious here. I didn’t know you know that song.

Ryan, I hear you sing it to yourself literally every morning when you’re getting dressed.

Oh. 

Ryan?

Yeah? Ryan’s voice comes out strained but she’s holding on. 

I love you too. And you’re not dying today. Hang tight shorty. I’m on my way. 

Who is the cuddler?

Ryan is more cuddly for sure. Ryan always wants cuddles even when Sophie isn’t in the mood. Ryan likes to act big and tough and she totally is but she’s also a huge softie. When Sophie is grumpy and they’re lying in bed together, Ryan rolls over and big spoons Sophie. When they’re on the couch watching movies, Ryan always wants the cuddles. She hasn’t felt very safe for most of her life and Sophie makes her feel safe. When she’s cuddled up with Sophie she feels like she’s in a cocoon where nothing and no one can harm her. Sophie has picked up on this being the reason Ryan cuddles so much and so she lets her do it whenever she wants even though Sophie isn’t the biggest cuddler. 

Who wakes up first?

Sophie does. And she makes breakfast, has her coffee. Reads through her twitter news feed, takes a shower, brushes her teeth, does her hair, and gets dressed and is ready to go before Ryan gets out of bed. Ryan always marvels at how Sophie is always so prompt and ready. Sophie says it’s because of her military background. Ryan thinks it’s because Sophie has had trouble sleeping ever since Kate died (and then came back to life as something that is not Kate). Ryan knows Sophie doesn’t have feelings for Kate anymore and she’s not jealous. But she knows how traumatizing it was for Sophie and she’s had trouble sleeping ever since. Ryan hopes that some day she can wake up before Sophie because it will mean she has slept through the night comfortably, uninterrupted and unbothered by her worries. 

Who falls asleep first?

Ryan usually does. Being Batwoman is tiring. They don’t tell you that when you sign up for this gig. Ryan usually knocks out on the couch while Sophie is making dinner or taking off her work clothes and slipping into something more comfortable. Sophie will come out of her room and see  Ryan curled up on the couch asleep. Sometimes she puts a blanket over her and then sits near her and runs her hands through Ryan’s hair or rubs her back. Or they will be watching TV or a movie and Ryan will fall asleep on Sophie’s shoulder. Sophie always finds these moment tender because it reminds her of when Batwoman, before she knew it was Ryan, rested her head on Sophie when she thought she was dying. Sophie likes listening to the sound of Ryan’s soft breathing, in and out in and out. It puts her at ease. And she often sneaks a kiss onto Ryan’s forehead. At night when they crawl into bed, Sophie will be telling Ryan about some new case and Ryan after a while will stop responding and Sophie will see that she’s fallen asleep. Sophie always finishes her story anyway and then she reads a book until she grows tired too and shuts off the light.

Who is more Romantic? 

Ryan is. I told you she’s a big softie. She loves spoiling Sophie. She kisses her all the time, she’s always reaching for Sophie’s hand and interlocking their fingers. She makes playlists for Sophie, she goes all out on Sophie’s bday or just because. And she likes planning dinner dates for the two of them. Ryan has been out longer than Sophie and she is more used to the PDA and the dating and spoiling a girl thing. Sophie is still learning what it looks like to be romantic with another woman. Besides the sex and kissing which she is very good at. Sophie does go all out for Vday, Ryan’s bday, and Christmas though. 

Who has more of a temper?

They both are hot heads and fly off the handle but it makes for great angry sex and make up sex. 

What do they argue about the most?

The others’ safety. 

Who is more jealous?

Neither of them are really the jealous type. They know they each only have eyes for each other. Before they started dating, they both were a little jealous of Mary. But it turns out Mary didn’t like either of them in that way and they were both didn’t like Mary in that way, they were just projecting. The conversation went something like this: I thought you liked Mary? What I thought you liked Mary? No. I like you. I like you too. Some girls at the bar do try and flirt with Ryan and if Sophie is there she just laughs. She finds it more amusing than anything. Because Ryan gets all cute and flustered. Ryan finds it funny when they’re out and guys try and hit on either one of them- assuming that the two are just gal pals. They shoot the guys down and then they laugh and say to each other, “why are we so hot?”

What do they do for fun/in their downtime?

Ryan and Sophie are both huge tomboys and so it makes for a fun relationship. They play fight a lot! Mary walks in on some of their playfights and thinks they are fighting for real and tries to break it up. Then when she realizes they are play fighting she gets grossed out and says, ew is this foreplay?? They go mini golfing, bowling, go to the shooting range because Ryan wants to learn how to shoot like Sophie. They go to arcades, and they go to amusement parks and movies. When they’re at home they like to watch streaming services, watch sports, read, watch movies, take naps, and order take out. They like trying new places and ordering food for each other from the new places- and if they order food the other likes then they get a point, if they order food the other person doesn't like then they don’t get a point. Whoever gets 10 points doesn’t have to pay on their next date. 

Favorite thing about each other:

Sophie likes Ryan’s lips, Ryan likes Sophie’s eyes. Ryan likes that Sophie is not scared of standing up for herself or what she thinks is right. She likes her bravery and courage. She likes how bad ass Sophie is but also how she is so kind and sweet. She likes Sophie’s raspy voice. She won’t admit it but she likes how Sophie proved Ryan wrong. She likes that she kept her secret as Batwoman and how she isn’t like the Crows in the way she thought Sophie was. Sophie likes Ryan’s cute smile and puppy dog eyes. She likes Ryan’s unwavering confidence and strength. She likes that Ryan doesn’t back down and that she protects the people that she loves with her whole heart. She likes that Ryan isn’t afraid of anyone and will challenge and step up to anyone. They both love how the other loves them. They both love how safe, and protected the other one makes them feel. 

[rkivepacks]

TITLE: he calls her his destiny Originally posted on: AO3/dtgloss Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk) Rating: PG13 Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1,881 Trigger Warning/s: Swearing, Smut Disclaimer: This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you!

Summary:  “I hope they set us up together.” Silence.

Taehyung loves Jeongguk. Taehyung loves Jeongguk and he believes he loves him a normal amount as much as the society allows.

Jeongguk also loves Taehyung. He loves him even if—

“JEON JEONGGUK!” His lover’s voice echoes and passes through the wooden door of their bedroom.

— loves him enough to let him interrupt his thoughts. And also lets him rush through the door and let their wedding picture on the wall jump on its place on the impact of the door slamming shut.

“Hello baby.” Jeongguk gets up from the vanity chair to greet his husband with a hug. However, he receives a halfhearted one instead.

“Explain to me why I received a resignation letter on my email of someone from the Accounting Department stating that, and I quote ‘This is also submitted upon the suggestion of Mr. Jeon Jeongguk.’ End quote. Make me understand.”

“It’s in the letter, baby.” He sighs.

Taehyung stays silent but Jeongguk can’t say the same for the threatening waves coming off of his husband.

“There have been missing liquidations for the past three months from this year’s report. There are also other issues with the company taxes he could not take care of properly. So I told him simply that if the company gets charges and complaints about the taxes I will sue him or he will just resign. See it’s a suggestion.” He charges towards his husband again.

“I’m tired of all the shit your department gives mine, Jeongguk.” Taehyung hugs back and bites into Jeongguk’s shoulder.

Jeongguk yelps and untangles himself from his husband. “I’m sorry. Tomorrow I will make a call and recommend him to another company. Okay?” He kisses Taehyung.

“You better or I’m not finalizing that resignation. This dumbass.” Jeongguk kisses again as a sign of apology.

“You really don’t have authority over that, honey. I do, though.” He teases.

“I do, excuse you. As your husband I can make you do that.”

Jeongguk loves Taehyung enough to let him do things. Willingly.

“They don’t really know that, babe.” Jeongguk says from the bathroom door.

“You know I should start a rumor about you.” Taehyung pretends he’s actually considering the idea. He probably is considering.

“Okay, about what?”

“That you asked me to sleep with you and you have a daddy kink.” They laugh amused.

“Okay first of all, they’re gonna talk about you too. Second, you love calling me daddy, babe.” Jeongguk replies amused.

“I don’t care. They love me and will still talk about you more for it.”

“Ok but if you do tell them you don’t last long when we do it.”

“Shut the fuck up. What’s taking you so long there?” Taehyung’s voice increases volume as he nears the bathroom where Jeonggguk is shaving.

“Just a few more seconds, babe. Wait for me on the bed.”

“Yes daddy anything for you.” Taehyung winks exaggeratedly.

Jeongguk emerges from the bathroom and stands on Taehyung’s side of the bed. Taehyung’s lying on his stomach when Jeongguk removes the duvet covering him. Taehyung whines but refuses to move or acknowledge Jeongguk’s presence and focuses on his phone.

Jeongguk straddles Taehyung’s legs before pulling down Taehyung’s pajama pants and sees his bare ass before he bites on the right cheek.

“Ew loser!” Taehyung scrambles and hits Jeongguk with a pillow. Jeongguk laughs and scoots over to his own side of the bed.

They situate themselves on the bed in silence, with Jeongguk turning off the main lights in the room and leaving the night lights on with the controller.

Silence still engulfs the room.

“Babe.”

“Psst.”

“Baby?”

Silence. Jeongguk wonders if Taehyung’s asleep already.

“Baby baby.” He taps Taehyung’s waist twice.

“Shut the fuck up baby, please.” Taehyung whines and turns around to face Jeongguk.

“I was thinking since I bit your ass, right...” Jeongguk trails off, and Taehyung whines to signal him to continue. “It’s like I bit into a bun but I didn’t get to taste the jam yet.” Taehyung gasps.

“Don’t tell me you want to eat my shit, Jeongguk what the fuck?” He exclaims.

“What? No! What the fuck Taehyung.” Jeongguk looks ridiculed. “Anyway, I was saying.” He eyes Taehyung and moves to position them both on the bed again. He lays Taehyung on his back and covers half of his body with his, cornering him. “I’m kind of in the mood to eat your ass. And maybe,” he smiles cheekily, kissing Taehyung’s nose. “You know, do it.” He smiles suggestively.

“Go to sleep.” Taehyung tries to turn around but Jeongguk’s weight stops him.

“I’ll do all the work.” Jeongguk reasons.

Silence.

“Do you wanna do it instead of me?”

Silence.

“Jeongguk, I was thinking, since I’m gonna tell everyone you have a daddy kink. Why don’t I use this chance to exercise my memory, you know. I think I forgot already what your kinks are.” Taehyung repositions himself before putting a hand on Jeongguk’s cheeks, hiking a leg up on his waist, moving it as if to softly caress Jeongguk’s leg.

“Yeah?” Jeongguk smiles and Taehyung hums, continuously pecking his lips softly.

“I’m tired, though. Do all the work since you missed gym this morning, daddy.” He whines, using the leg on Jeongguk’s to push his hips down.

“But.” Taehyung stops. “Don’t ever do the bun analogy again.” He says before dragging down Jeongguk’s boxers.

[~]

“Good morning, baby. I slept really good last night.” Jeongguk kisses Taehyung on his cheeks.

Taehyung i sittin on the dinner table, already starting of on his breakfast when Jeongguk approached him.

“Of course you did, you slept with your dick in my ass the whole night.” He huffs.

“Ah yes, my personal dreamcatcher.”

[~]

“Taehyung, what brings you here?” Jeongguk sees Taehyung talking to the person he supposedly fired yesterday.

“Oh Jeongguk, I was talking to Mr. Son regarding his transfer to one of the partner companies.” He smiles at Mr. Son.

“Ah yes, thank you Mr. Jeon.”

“No problem.” He acknowledges. “Taehyung, I need you to see something in my office.”

The two walks to Jeongguk’s personal office.

Nobody in the office knew of their marriage. All the other employees know is that one of the board of directors is the father of Kim Taehyung is also, coincidentally, a close personal friend of the CEO and also holds a high position in one of the departments in the company.

The two close personal friends as far as they know, are in Jeongguk’s office to discuss work details.

Nobody needs to see Taehyung pinching Jeongguk on the butt, though, while kissing each other.

“What transfer was that, love?” Jeongguk asks.

“I told him you fixed another position in one of the partner companies for him instead of firing him altogether.

“You’re so good baby you’re turning me on right now.” Jeongguk fake moans.

“Shut up. I also told everyone you have a small dick. Just a heads up in case you see them trying to avoid looking at you. “ Taehyung smirks.

“You literally told me my dick is big last night babe.”

“I don’t remember, I think.” Taehyung starts to walk towards the door.

“Taehyung come back here.”

Taehyung opens the door and before he steps out, “I think we might need to discuss it again and run a test so I can give you a more definite answer.” He says, which is absolutely overheard by everyone walking by the door.

Jeongguk loves Taehyung enough to let him blue ball him.

[~]

Jeongguk and Taehyung met at one of the company parties. Jeongguk was just a son to his CEO father that night and Taehyung being the son of one of the directors.

All the important people are in one round table, including the two of them. Jeongguk arrived late, which ended with him being chastised by his father.

“I’m sorry I was late, I had a problem.” He apologized to everyone but this time the mother chastised Jeongguk.

Taehyung overhears half of it as he returned from one ‘restroom break’ which is just him spending time outside on his phone.

“Oh, Jeongguk, right? Thank you again for helping me. I think I got you in trouble.” Jeongguk and his mother and father turned to him. Jeongguk looks at him, blinking twice. ��Mrs. Jeon, your son actually helped me find my phone. I’m sorry for the trouble. I made him late.” He bowed.

“Oh, really?” Jeongguk’s mother exclaimed, earning the attention of her husband and Taehyung’s own father. “It’s fine, Taehyung, this rascal has a habit of running late, he says he doesn’t like parties.”

“Oh you’ve met, what a surprise, son.” Taehyung’s father smiled.

“Ah oh yes. If you don’t mind to excuse us, I’d like to speak with Taehyung alone.” Jeongguk signaled Taehyung to move far from their parents.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that. They know why I come late today I just really don’t like attending. I was also trying to avoid someone here.” He looks around.

“It’s ok. I’m sorry if I intruded. But since you have a real problem at hand, just come to me in case the person you’re avoiding talks to you.” They laugh.

“Do you work here?” Jeongguk asks.

“Not yet. I came with my dad because he wanted me to meet everyone including your parents before I start next week.” He explained.

“So that means I finally have a reason to come willingly to the office?” Jeongguk teases.

“What?” Taehyung gawks, acting as if he did not hear everything.

“What?” Jeongguk feigns innocence.

“I-“

“I’m just saying. You know, about the person I’m avoiding.” Jeongguk stutters. “I think my parents are one step away from marrying me off to someone. They’re not that strict but you know, they think I need someone and since I’m about to follow my dad’s footsteps. They’d probably wanna do it sooner so why not find someone, yeah?” He turns to Taehyung.

“Yeah. I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. But, I’d like to just..... I’m just saying.” He trails off and Taehyung laughs, urging him.

“I hope they set us up together.”

Silence.

“I have my reasons. First, I prefer you more than the person I’m avoiding. Second, technically, it would be convenient for our family.”

Silence.

“You know what, I hope they do so you’re forced to see me. That’s what you get for embarrassing me like this!” Jeongguk whines.

“I’m sorry were you serious the whole time?” Taehyung acts like he’s wondering.

“I’m gonna file a complaint in the company against you.”

“I’m not even employed yet, fuck off.”

“I really hope we end up together so I can piss you off.” Jeongguk huffs.

“My dad just texted, the food’s gonna get cold so we better get back, loser.”

[~]

Three years later, Taehyung and Jeongguk married each other.

Jeongguk still teases Taehyung for it.

[~]

Jeon Unmyeong.

Their first child was born a week before Jeongguk’s birthday.

Their first daughter who looks like Taehyung and Jeongguk said it’s fair enough he gets to pick for her name.

He calls her his Destiny when he thinks Taehyung is not with him.

[~]

Jeongguk loves Taehyung. But he knows Taehyung loves him more just through all the ‘love you’s and kisses Taehyung may or may not have been aware of that he gave Jeongguk through the years.

[end]

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[justkpopjokes]

Nice to Meet You, Angel. || Demon!Joshua

Ft. Joshua/Jisoo(s Chri—actually no, the complete opposite)

Anon: Demon Joshua����

A/N: This AU has gone through 4 whole plot rewrites rip. kinda inspired by Good Omens!! (also 2 aus in a week?? whaaaaaat)

!! This is a gender neutral!reader fluff with 1945 words~ !!

Before we begin the plot, lemme quickly go through the basics of the universe

yayy lin’s doing world building again

there are angels and demons in the universe, simply just the optional jobs of people’s souls once they die

if they choose this job, they don't remember much of their life on Earth, but they do remember events they associate w/strong emotions bc it helps them

for ex. an angel could remember how sad a death made them feel so they know to prevent it

and a demon can remember how angry a bully made them felt so they can make people that level angry

both angels & demons take the form of their bodies when they were alive and roam on Earth

they can also return to Heaven/Hell and observe Earth from their respective realms

also yes demons can be summoned, but lmao you can also just give em a phone call via incantation

the angel equivalent to this phone call is praying

demons can pretty much do anything as long as it relates somehow to the Seven Deadly Sins (pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, sloth)

angel powers are more holy/good, and they can grant things in prayers if they choose, etc

Anyway, YOU KNOW THIS BOI??

THiS bOi sHUa

he's chill af for a demon ok

one of the first demons so like no one really knows how he’s a demon bc he’s so polite

there’s some speculation that he was one of the first to fall but like

what the hell did he do???

But also some say he became a demon out of spite bc he saw a demon commit a “sin” that actually helped someone

so he became a demon just to help people in a more… unholy way

and then he was upset angels hated him just because he was a demon

like wow spirit discrimination

NOW YOU—

you are an angel (literally)

you’re the angel that protects like. atheists/"non-believers" bc c'mon just because they don’t believe in God/gods doesn’t mean they shouldn't have access to that protection service

(yes hello you’re calling APS, the Angel Protection Service sponsored by God, how may I help you?)

so yeah you’re pretty chill yourself since you have to constantly deal with people who don't believe in you lol

One fine day, you were listening to a prayer from a sick college student

ok it wasn't really a prayer but they were like "oh please, my god, let me get some sleep tonight"

you gladly put them to sleep and they slept soundly at night

when you checked on them the next morning, you noticed—

A dEmON?!?

…lying right next to the student (but above the covers, he has boundaries), who isn't stirring at all

if the leather jacket and ripped jeans didn't tip you off, he had some horns on his head to confirm ur suspicions

You: "Hey what in the world are you doing here?!"

???: "What? If they get up rn they won't be able to pay attention in class. I'm letting them rest first"

You: "Wha—who—okay, okay okay… who are you?"

"I’m Joshua, nice to meet you, angel"

Shua knows he has the name of an angel so afterwards he's like. Don't get it confused bish.

you ask him what he's doing, and basically, he's using the sin sloth on this sicko student so they stay in bed and recover instead of going to class

Even tho you feel iffy abt letting a demon affect a human right in front of you, an angel, you are a bit intrigued

you haven't seen a demon use their powers for good before…

who is this guy??

anyway he disappears, presumably to Hell, once the student needs to wake up

which is when u miracle them some bread to get

But don't worry, you're destined to meet again~

which you did, on several occasions

and ok maybe you were glad to talk to someone who was actually interesting

so, yknow,,, if another angel was like "hey y/n uhh there's a demon… bothering? someone? idk but it's a non-believer, that's ur jurisdiction right"

you had a guess on who this demon was…

…and you were right

Joshua: "Oh hey angel"

You: "Ew, you make it sound like a pet name"

JS: "Well I don't know your name, do I?"

You: "Oh. Right. It's Y/N."

he still calls you angel tho, smh that flirt

y'all just bicker and/or chat for a bit whenever u go help the same person

Like one time when he insisted that you let him use gluttony on a teen so they'd eat a lot of ice cream that day

they had just been through a bad break up so u let it slide

Or another time he used wrath on a timid kid so they could stand up to a bully

all of these ended w/you two bickering while walking away

There was this little girl you were watching from heaven who was writing a letter to "Whoever Can Do This"

little girl started listing a bunch of things, which you assumed were toys

but then you realized it was actually stuff like food, friends, a puppy, a loving dad who will go out to the park with her—

so u go down there to check on this lil child

…and that's when you see a familiar leather jacket watching over her and suggesting other things to write

you can’t see him from heaven so ur like gosh darn it I should’ve known

"Joshua?? I should've known it was—"

*cue both shua and the child turning around*

JS: "Oh hey, nice to see you, angel"

Lil' Nugget: *GASP* "Mr. Josh is this ur s/o???"

JS: "Hm? Oh, I mean, no, but um…"

You: "Josh what have u been putting into this one's head…"

Shua's all like "greed! Her dad's been ignoring her since her mom died so we're writing a list of things she wants"

then the smol girl smiles so wide and is like "Mr. Josh is helping me! He's my new friend!!"

ur like awww dangit ok I'll let it slide if u let me help

Once she finishes it, Josh hands the girl's list over to you

he explains quietly he wants you to miracle her dad to pay attention+love his daughter again so they can have/do all the other things on the list

you read it over again and do just that

The little girl gives the list to her father, your miracle allowing them to have a fun afternoon eating ice cream and playing with her toys

And you and Josh have a nice time too~

once y'all left that girl's room, he invited you for some soda

"Coke? I hope you mean Coca Cola"

"Yeah, uh, there's a place with a vending machine not too far from here. We can walk"

You don't spend time on Earth often, but you learn as you walk w/Josh that he "prefers the air up here"

mainly bc he doesn't fit in with the other demons, but he also just likes spending time with humans

(obviously tho he needs to go down to hell occasionally for like conferences and such)

you don't remember if you've ever been on a date before lol

Josh doesn't either, but he does remember how jumbled up ur emotions get, which he is not ready for

then again of course he has, I mean look at that charm

however, you can't remember if the feeling you get when going on ur little date with Shua is love :/

it isn’t really, but just bc this is ur first “date,” so it makes sense

But Josh makes sure to take you out again… for dinner!!!

you were investigating the use of lust and pride at the same time

of course, it was just Josh helping a guy find someone to hook up with

you were kinda disgusted and wanted to leave, so shua gladly took your arm and pulled you away to a restaurant!

y’all had a nice dinner, paying with some money Josh had collected

and then you went to walk together and chat some more

he’s breathtaking, and he actually wants to spend time with you despite y’all being on opposite sides of an inevitable war

You don’t care, going on more dates just to talk and not have to care about ur jobs and other stuff

Shua hears you yell “what the hell” at some point and he’s like woAH you can say that???

“Yeah. I mean, it’s not really polite, but I can. Can you say ‘Thank God?’”

“‘Thank God?’ Well look at that, I can. Good point”

you love him because he’s so chill and doesn’t give a f*** abt anything

except you and humans, apparently

like he could’ve burned or smth by saying “Thank God” or be confined to the basement of Hell for helping people/talking with you, but he doesn’t care lmao

However, no one really knows you’ve been talking with a demon tho so uhhh

when they do you get in a little bit of trouble w/the archangels

ur boss was essentially like “y/n what the HECK are you doing?!? you’re on thin ice rn”

you get mad at him, trying to defend Joshua

and you’re right in doing so, since he just wants to help people with a different set of powers

ur archangel boss sends you back down to Earth, saying you can’t return to Heaven until they work smth out

(they probably want to burn you with Hell fire)

You warn Josh, knowing they might burn you

he’s adamant on keeping you with him, so y’all try to hide or smth

which won’t work of course, but you can try, right?

right?

Shua and you sit together on a bench, with you leaning on his shoulder

“Joshua… I’m scared, I don’t want to be burned!”

“Don’t worry y/n, it’ll be okay. I love you, angel, nothing bad will happen”

and just like that, you remember what it feels like to love

“You’re right. I love you too. Help the non-believers for me if I go, alright?”

“I’ll help them just for you.”

Your archangel boss is smart, knowing the worst punishment for you is to be reincarnated without memories

you wouldn’t remember Joshua at all

and when he drags u back up to Heaven, you want to cry

do angels cry holy water? anyway

you’re sent back to Earth as a baby that can’t fend for itself

You remember nothing.

You’ve recently graduated from college and are out looking for a job

you’ve gotten rejected and fired so many times

for ex. just now, after you were arguing with someone who spoke another language that you didn’t know and there was no translator available

the customer wasn’t willing to cooperate either, ignoring your attempts to use an online translator smh

it’s late and you’re tired, so you leave, angry, and start coughing frantically when you inhale too much smoke coming from the alley next to you

naturally, you’re like “What the hell?! Dude, you’re not supposed to be smoking this close to an entrance!”

“Why do you care? You don’t work here anymore”

you take a better look at the stranger once he steps into the light of a nearby lamppost

it’s a dude in a leather jacket and ripped jeans who drops his cigarette

“Need help getting a job, y/n?”

“how do you—what—who are you?”

he extends a hand out to you, which you shake reluctantly

“I’m Joshua. Nice to meet you, angel.”

[bestillmyslashyheart]

1x10 Coda (#2)

Liz was comfortable. Max’s arms were wrapped tight around her and she was on the edge of sleep.

Which is, of course, exactly when her phone rang. The sound of it jolted her into motion and made Max groan as she pulled away to grab it off of the table. Liz had intended to ignore it but Maria’s name flashed up at her and she quickly answered.

“Maria?”

“Hey, sorry to bother you so late.” Liz glanced at Max’s phone to check the time. It was late. Maria must have just closed down the bar for the night.

“No, that’s fine. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I am. I just- I think Alex could use a friend right now? And I don’t think I should be the one to talk to him.”

“Why, what happened? Is Alex hurt?” Max sat up suddenly behind her and she glanced back at him, surprised to see worry etched onto his face.

“No, he’s fine. He’s just dealing with something kind of shitty and just-” Maria stopped and cleared her throat. “Just maybe think about checking in on him, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Liz furrowed her brow even as she assured Maria. This whole conversation was puzzling.

“Thank you,” Maria replied and Liz could practically feel her relief through the phone. Her worry ratcheted higher. “I’ll let you get back to sleep.”

Maria hung up and Liz was left staring at her phone.

“What’s wrong?” Max asked. “Is Alex okay?” Again, there was that worry in his voice that surprised her. She’d like to think he was just concerned about her friend because of her but somehow she thought there was more to it than that.

She shook her head and blinked a few times before putting the phone back down. “Yeah, he’s fine. Maria just thought he could use a friend and asked me to check in on him. I’ve been kind of a shitty friend lately.” She admitted quietly as she settled back in his arms. It was too late to check on Alex now but she’d go by first thing in the morning. “I’ll check in on him tomorrow.”

Max hummed. “Did Maria say what was wrong?”

Liz frowned and turned to face him. “She didn’t say. Why are you so concerned? I didn’t think you really spoke to Alex.”

Max shrugged. “He’s your friend. And he’s been working with Kyle and Cameron so I guess he’s part of the group now?” Liz searched his eyes. He wasn’t lying to her but he wasn’t telling the whole truth either. She shrugged and decided to let it go. She was going to have to get up early if she wanted to talk to Alex before he went to work.

Liz yawned as she pulled up outside of Kyle’s dad’s old cabin. She had been surprised when Kyle mentioned that Alex was living there now. More surprised when she realized she hadn’t known where Alex was living before Kyle said anything. She really did need to work on her human relationships and stop focusing so much energy on the aliens in town.

She rubbed her eyes as she got out of the car and bounded up the steps. The door opened before she could knock and Alex’s confused face greeted her from the other side.

“Good morning!” She greeted brightly. Alex eyebrows only frowned harder. Liz kept up the perky smile for a beat longer before dropping it. “Maria told me you were going through something? And that you might need a friend.” She held up the paper bag in her hand. “I brought bagels and churro pancakes from my dad.”

Alex rolled his eyes but stood back to let her in. “I have to leave soon.” He told her but she’d already guessed based on the uniform he was wearing. “Not sure why Maria called you. I’m fine.”

Liz settled in at the table and looked him over. He looked tired. Exhausted, really. “Kyle told me you’re now in the know...”

Alex scoffed as he pulled out the orange juice and some plates. “About the literal aliens in Roswell? Yes, I am in the know.”

He set everything on the table and sat down across from her. “If you’re having trouble coming to grips with it or you want to talk-” Liz offered but Alex shook his head.

“I’ve known about aliens for months.” He admitted and Liz’s eyebrows raised in surprise. He just shrugged but didn’t extrapolate.

“Okay,” Liz dragged out. “Then what’s going on with you?”

Alex didn’t answer, his attention focused on his food.

Liz sighed and leaned forward. “Look, I know I’ve been a shitty friend but if you ever need to talk, I’m here for you. You might just need to literally grab my attention or something.” It wasn’t the most selfless thing she’s ever admitted to but she was mature enough to realize that sometimes she got too wrapped up in her own problems and let friendships fall by the wayside. It was something she wanted to work on and maybe this was how she started. “Or we can eat bagels and cold pancakes.” She offered when Alex didn’t say anything.

For a while, Liz thought that was honestly all that they would do. When they finished, she stood up and started clearing the table.

“Guerin and I have been a thing off and on since high school.”

Liz sat down in her seat heavily as she stared at Alex. He stared right back.

“But Michael and Maria-” she stopped, her eyes widening as she realized why Maria had said she couldn’t be the one to be there for Alex right now.

“They hooked up in Texas. I know.” Alex told her.

“Were you two-?”

Alex shook his head. “No. Guerin and I haven’t been a thing in months.” He shrugged. “I went over to talk to him about the whole alien thing and he had Maria’s necklace.”

“Alex,” Liz said softly as she reached across the table. Alex stayed just out of her reach though.

He shook his head as he got up and grabbed their dishes. “It’s fine. They did nothing wrong.”

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck.”

Alex let out a harsh laugh. “Tell me about it. But it’s really not that.”

Liz perked her head up. “If it’s not that, then what is it?”

Alex turned to look at her, his arms crossed as he leaned back against the counter. “How much do you know about Guerin?”

She leaned back a little and thought. “I know he’s an alien. I know he has telekinetic powers. I know he’s Max and Isobel’s brother or some other vague notion of family.” She spread her hands out. “What are you looking for?”

Alex gazed at her. “If I said bunker...?”

Liz nodded. “Super secret bunker hidden under the trailer? All of his alien research in one place? Yeah, I know. We did some work down there when we were trying to find a cure for Isobel.”

Alex nodded. “I saw something down there and it’s throwing me. I told him I needed some space but I -” He rubbed his face and took a deep breath. “I just don’t know what the hell is going on with us and I don’t know how to deal with it because I don’t know if I should be reacting as his friend or as his ex-whatever or as his current whatever. I just- I don’t fucking know.”

Liz stood up and rounded the table to pull him into a hug. “You should probably talk to him.” She told him softly.

He laughed weakly. “Yeah, that’s kind of our problem. We’re not great at the whole talking thing.”

Liz closed her eyes and pulled away. “Okay, ew. I don’t need to know about yours or his sex life. Especially not together. But also, if you want to know where you stand, then you don’t really have a choice, right?”

He closed his eyes and nodded, his face pained. Liz laughed.

“Oh god, you look like you’re preparing yourself for a battle. It’s just a conversation.”

Alex barked out a laugh. “Kyle said something similar to me recently.”

She gasped. “Kyle knows?”

He shrugged. “He figured it out. It’s not like I told him or anything.”

“I can’t believe Kyle knew about your decade long love affair with an alien before I did!”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “You and Kyle both knew he was an alien before I did so let’s call it even.”

Liz paused and thought before shrugging. “Ok, that’s fair.”

Alex smiled before cursing. “Fuck, I’m going to be so late.”

Liz cringed slightly. “Sorry! I’ll get out of your hair and let you go.” She quickly gathered her things. A hand on her elbow stopped her short of the doorway. She turned around to face Alex who bent and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Thank you for breakfast.”

She squeezed him tight. “Anytime.”

[oh-theatre]

Sycamore High: The Auditorium  (Chapter 10)

A/N: So many characters! So many stories! So many perspectives! I LOVE WRITING TED. Also, I have only had Tommy for a chapter but if anything very were to happen to him...

summary: The gang goes through an odd morning before class

words: 1,690

warnings: Cursing, slight homophobia, mentions of yelling, implied abuse, VERY NEGATIVE THINKING

Ao3 link

So cute

He is so cute

I love him

WOAH WOAH, pump the breaks, Ted, you pump those breaks

~~~

Emma turned the corner sleepily, god had anyone gotten any sleep?

“I can't believe they have a coffee cart at this school… how fancy can you get?’ She mumbled to herself making her way towards the smell of sweet sweet caffeine. She reaches the eyesight of the coffee cart to be met with a very different scene. She finds herself staring at Paul and some unknown man who looks very angry. She can't hear what they are saying but the taller man's face gets very red and Emma decides that maybe she should intervene seeing as Paul looks like he could care less what happens to him. She stepped in front of the pair and held up her hand, catching a very sweaty fist in it. The man grunted and kept pushing his fist against her hand, she didn't budge. She gave him a look before he snarled and gave up, walking away followed by a very chatty crew.

“Emma!” Pauls perky voice shouted from behind her, she spun to see an equally sleepy Paul grinning like an idiot, so cute.

“Hiya Paul, what was that about?” She asked, scooching past him a bit to collect her own coffee and Pauls.

“Emma! My dear friend! The girl I met just a while ago! The girl who I might have a crush on!  I don't know!” Emma immediately shushed him and dragged him away from the overpopulating coffee cart. She huddled them into a corner still covering his mouth. “I am really tired” He said smiling, insane eyes shining through.

“Yeah, I can tell…” She paused examining him “How much sleep did you get last night?” She asked concerned

“Literally 0 hours” He said still smiling, she wanted to laugh he really was adorable “My mom was loud and fighting with my dad, we don't like him in this household” He whispered the last part. Emma felt like she was listening to a gossip session. “Anyway they were fighting, VERY LOUDLY” He shouted, Emma, nodded sighing… she was getting annoyed. Paul caught on and decided to continue. “Sister, having boy troubles or whatever… and… “ He suddenly got very sad, his face fell. Emma took his hand not thinking and giving it light supportive strokes “Ted… I was worried about Ted” He pouted, Emma nodded. She looked around her surroundings.

“Let's get you back to class” She decided to hand him his coffee. He took it and followed her lead towards the auditorium. 

“Hey how did you do that-” He paused gesturing wildly “Hand thingy”

“I take self-defense classes” She said, slightly leading Paul who was now full-on drunk/sleepy mode. He gasped loudly, jaw-dropping.

“You are so cool” He whispered amazed, she smirked before they reached the auditorium doors. He looked at the doors then down at his coffee. “Oh no! I forgot Bills coffee…” He pouted again and furrowed his brows “Eh, fuck Bill” He stated before the pair made their way into class.

~~~

“Ok, we can't keep doing this!” Charlotte exclaimed “This isn't like me” She said, furrowing her brows. It wasn't, she wasn't the type of person to sneak into a dark corner of the school and have a make-out session.

“God! Charlotte! You say this every-time, and then the morning comes and here we are” Sam replies frustrated. Charlotte winces at his yelling, she doesn't like yelling. “Look you need to figure out what it is we are doing ok?” Charlotte nods unsure before racing out of their corner, she feels a firm hand grab her and pull her back in for a moment. A warm kiss is placed on her lips and she cant help but melt into it. Sam pulls away after a moment before winking goodbye and making his way to class.  Her face flushed before she made her separate way towards the auditorium.

“There you are” The concerned voice of her best friend Emma calls across the room, she turns smiling at her friend

“Here I am” She says dreamily “What's up, buttercup?”  Emma rolls her eyes and drags her over to the seats.

“Ok I have so much to tell you but first why do you look high?” Charlotte's face fell immediately a sense of panic set in.

“High? I don't look high? Omg, do I look high?” She rambled, Emma squeezed her hands

“Kidding!” She said unsure at her friend, Charlotte pouted and hit her shoulder

“Not funny” She said

“You did it wrong” Emma joined in her pout “It's actually ‘Not Funneh!’” Emma exclaimed mimicking the John Mulaney skit.

“Ok nope, I'm not doing this, it's way too early-”

“Paul said he might have a crush on me” Emma blurted, softly enough for only the pair to hear.

“Good Morning class!” A voice echoed through the hollow theatre “Unfortunately Professor Chad is unavailable today so I have been asked to step in. I'm Professor Hidgens and that is what you can call me” The nervous professor looked at the students expectantly before deciding to begin roll call.

~~~

He is really cute though

Yes, but you don't love him! You don't even know him!

Still cute

“Enough!” Ted shouted out loud, the car stopped abruptly and Tommy looked over at Ted in a panic. Ted covered his mouth quickly as the pair made eye contact. “Sorry, I was… just thinking” He said, Tommy sighed relieved before continuing on. Ted cursed himself, idiot, He thought.

“So what's your first class of the day?” Tommy asked casually as he pulled into the school parking lot “Mines Equine Care and Management, I really love horses” He informs excitedly, Ted could listen to him speak for hours. Tommy parks the car looking over at the boy expectantly.

“Oh! Well it was Physical Education but somehow I got transferred into Musical Theatre with a bunch of my friends” Ted wanted to hit himself, he sounded so lame. Tommy's eyes lit up as he unbuckled.

“I love the theatre!! I really wanted to take that class but my…” He trailed off “Doesn't matter, that's super cool though!” His tone had gotten sadder, Ted felt a fiery ball gather in his stomach, he wanted to punch whoever made him feel this way. He just wanted to protect Tommy.

Dammit!

What is wrong with you?

I don't know

Get it together, man

What would your father think?

“Why do I care?” He mumbled to himself getting out of the car. He had dried off a tad bit so he wasn't slugging water everywhere. He grabbed his things and followed Tommy into the school, he couldn't help but stare the entire time. He was absolutely, head over heels, in l-

STOP IT!

You aren't, you CAN'T be

You're just confused, it's just a phase

It's just a phase

Just a phase

“Could I walk you to the auditorium?” Tommy asked sweetly, no pun intended “I've always wanted to see it” Ted watched as Tommy's eyes grew wide with excitement, and a beautiful smile crossed his face.

“How could I say no?” That was supposed to stay up here, Ted thought. Tommy jumped, yes jumped, excitedly and latched onto Ted. He immediately froze at the sudden contact the two boys now shared. Tommy wasn't bothered, and Ted wasn't either perse but… he was confused.

“Lead the way Teddy” Tommy mumbled softly. Oh? Using my childhood nickname? NOT FAIR UNIVERSE! And so he did, Ted leads them through the almost empty halls right to the auditorium doors. Everything was going great, they talked and laughed. They were so close until-

“Got yourself a boyfriend Porker?” A gruff voice asked from behind. Ted felt his mood immediately drop as the pair turned around to be met with Billy. “Aww look, he even has pigtails, so you can pretend he's a girl”

Ok that's it, Ted roll up your sleeves lets get this motherfucker

Why? He's right, isn't he?

“I'm not his boyfriend” Tommy said calmly, why did Ted's heart hurt when he said this. “I'm just a friend, he's much too good for me” Both Ted and Billy were shocked by this. Ted felt a pang of guilt hit him.

Too good for you? No… no… you've got it all wrong Tommy

“Even if he was my boyfriend” Ted said, his voice wavered by this sudden participation “You would be the last to know”

Wow great job Ted, I’m sure that will get him going

“So what? You like boys Porker?” Billy said scoffing. Ted furrowed his brows, he went to answer.

“You interested Billy? Unfortunately, you're not my type” That shut him up, ted watched amused as Billy stuttered over himself before walking away defeated. “Also yeah I do!” Ted shouted, He just really wanted to rile him up. Tommy let out a giggle and covered Ted's mouth.

“Stop.. you're going to get yourself punched” The pair giggled, Ted felt happier than he had in a while.

“I've been through worse” He shuffled his feet, Tommy let out a breath before examining the halls once more.

“Sorry about that” He said, Ted shook his head furiously

“Not your fault, Billy has always had it out for me and my friends” He glanced over at the direction where Billy had gone “I guess this time it was justified” Ted said disappointed.

“What? Are you joking? It was absolutely not! So you like boys? Who cares?” Tommy said getting very defensive, ted was taken aback by this sudden anger he felt wash through him. “Look I don't know you that well but clearly you have some things you need to work on, but I meant when I said we were friends, ok?” he looked around again “It's ok to like whoever-” Tommy paused “Just don't like Billy ok? Cause… ew” The pair erupted into laughter once more “I should get to class… see you around Ted” Tommy smiled, that damn smile before disappearing, leaving Ted with a very hollow stomach and an awful feeling of longing.

So...Not a phase

What would your father think?

[harley-sunday]

The Draw (11)

Summary: The whirlwind starts at the 2018 ACE Comic Con in Phoenix but you’re not sure where it will end...

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: Language. Smut. NSFW under the cut. Unprotected sex

Word count: 3855

AN: Sorry for the long wait, but I’m sort of counting on this chapter to make up for that! Also, there’s definitely going to be a part 12 to this, maybe even a part 13… I just don’t seem to be able to quit this little daydream of mine :) Hope you like this part, let me know what you think!

I don’t have a taglist, but if you follow Harley Sunday x Sebastian Stan you should see any update I post.

Masterlist

Sebastian’s text is short, but it brings a smile to your face nevertheless.

Headed towards premiere number three in Madrid. Rather be with you somewhere. -S

You type a quick reply.

Have fun! See you in 12 days. Xx

“I still don’t understand why I have to be wheeled out of here,” Nathan grumbles, shaking his head.

“Hmm,” you agree, pushing the button to call the elevator. “Hospital policy, probably.”

“Well, it’s stupid,” he sulks, crossing his arms in front of his chest just as the elevator doors open.

“Jesus, what are you, five?” You flick his shoulder, “Just be glad it’s me who’s picking you up and not Mom or Dad. They probably would have wanted you wheeled out on a stretcher.”

“Probably would have asked if an ambulance could drive me home,” Nathan scoffs, but at least there’s a smile forming on his lips now.

“Probably would have had Aunt Carol live with you so she could take care of you whenever Sarah’s at work,” you snicker. “And she’d probably insist to give you a sponge bath every day-”

“Ew,” Nathan interrupts you, holding up his hand to stop you. “ Ew. Let’s not go there.”

“Better not,” you agree as you wheel Nathan out of the elevator and out of the hospital. It’s sunny outside and you can see your brother taking a deep breath after he’s been cooped up in a hospital for the last eight days. You steer the wheelchair to where you’ve parked your car and watch as Nathan gets inside before you return the wheelchair to it’s designated area.

“Alright,” you say as you sit down and start the car, “put your seat belt on, loser, I’m taking you home.”

The drive is short and quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts. It isn’t until you pull up on his driveway that you turn to your brother and spill out what’s been on your mind ever since you picked him up from the hospital, “You guys are coming to dinner next week.”

“Ok,” he draws out, a confused look passing his face.

“Sebastian really wants to meet you,” you explain then. “He’s coming back from doing press in Europe and Asia and he has 2 days off so he’s coming visit, because God knows when we would be able to see each other again otherwise and, I mean, he knows Jake already right? So, it makes sense that he wants to meet you too and I would really like for you to meet him and-”

“Ok. Calm down,” Nathan says, holding up his hands. “Jesus. Just breathe in between the sentences, ok?” He laughs then, “God, you’re such a girl.”

‘Oh, shut up,” you reply, smacking his arm. You take a deep breath then, “It’s just,” you hesitate for a second, trying to find the right words, “it’s just important to me that you like him, ok? Because I really like him, but-”

“But you’re afraid your judgement might be off because you used to like Mark too?”

You sigh and simply answer, “Yes,” not even surprised anymore at how your brother put into words what you couldn’t.   

There’s a sympathetic smile from your brother then, “He played all of us, ok? Jesus, Mom and Dad thought he was the best thing that had ever happened to you. Sarah and I thought you guys would get married one day. So don’t even think about blaming yourself for that.”

“Hmm,”

“Listen, we’ll be there, ok? And I promise not to be too much of a dickhead.” His smile disappears then, replaced by a more serious look, “It means a lot that you value my opinion of him, so,” he nods, “I got your back.”

“Thanks,” you smile back at him. But it’s you two and you were never really good at the sentimental stuff so you all but shove him out of the car next, “Let’s get you inside, loser.”

Your first day back at work seems endless and your mailbox is so overflowing that it feels like you’ll never catch up, but once it’s six o’clock you’re almost done, only a couple of emails left, and you decided to call it quits for today. You head over to Lauren’s, who invited you over for dinner.

Letting yourself inside with the spare key she gave you, you find her in the kitchen, making the lasagna her Nonna used to make and you can feel your mouth start to water, remembering how good it tastes. You hug her from behind, placing a quick kiss on her cheek, “Hey, bestie.”

“Babe!” She greets you enthusiastically while stirring the sauce to make sure it doesn’t burn. “How’s Nathan?”

“Good,” you reply while you grab a wine glass from the cabinet and help yourself to a glass of white, while you top up her glass. “He’s at home, resting I hope. Probably bored out of his mind.”

“Hmm,” Lauren agrees as she tastes the sauce before she adds a little more salt. “And how’s Sebastian?”

“Good,” you reply again. “He’s in Romania now, I think.” You count the days in your head, “Yeah, Romania today and tomorrow and then they’re flying to somewhere in Asia on Friday.”

“Oh, to be the girlfriend of a celebrity,” Lauren sighs dramatically, but then she turns around and smiles at you, “You holding up ok?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “It’s weird. I mean, I’ve literally like what, known him for 24 hours in total? It just doesn’t make any sense when you think of it.”

“And why should it?” Lauren counters. “It feels good, right?”

“It does,” you agree.

“Well, that’s all that matters.”

“Tante!” Jake exclaims as he opens the front door.

“Hi, bud!” You give your nephew a hug and ruffle his hair, “How are you? How’s Dad?”

“Good!” Jake replies as he takes your hand and tugs you inside, “Come see the Lego I build!”

“In a minute, bud,” you say, letting go of his hand. “I’ll go say hi to Dad first ok?”

“Ok!”

You smile as you watch him bolt up the stairs to his room, happier than he’s been in a long time and you’re sure it is because his Dad’s out of the hospital and spending time with him at home. You make your way to the living room where you find your brother sprawled out on the couch, remote control in his hand, watching God knows what. You walk up to him and kiss his forehead, “Hi, loser.”

“You’re the loser,” he mumbles but he winks then and smiles. “How is my favorite sister?”

“I’m your only sister, Nathan,” you reply out of habit as you sit down in the chair next to him, but can’t help but laugh, “but I’m good. How are you?”

“Same old, same old,” he says with a dramatic sigh. He sits up then before he looks at you, “But I’m going crazy here. You have to help me!”

You laugh, shaking your head, “That bad, huh?”

“Daytime TV is so bad! You have no idea.” He points towards the TV, “Dr Phil, dude, wow. I, I can’t even.”

“When do you get to go back to work?”

“Monday,” Nathan says with a relieved smile, “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m so looking forward to it.”

“I’m sure Sarah does to,” you tease, “She deals with enough difficult patients at work and then she’s got you at home-”

Your brother is about to reply but it’s then your phone rings and you smile when you see “Mr. Smooth” flashing across the screen. You get up and tell your brother you’ll be right back before you answer as you walk out the back door and into the garden, “Hey, you.”

“Hi,” Sebastian says and you’re surprised at how tired he sounds.

“You ok?” you ask, worried now.

“Yeah, just a terrible jet lag from all the flying around,” he answers quietly.

“Where are you now?”

“Tokyo,”

You do the math quickly and realize it’s five in the morning over on his side of the world, “Couldn’t sleep anymore?”

“Nah,” he sighs. “What are you doing?”

“I’m over at Nathan’s. Sarah’s at work so I’m just checking up on him.” You lean against the back door, not sure you should say what you’re about to say next, but then deciding to throw caution in the wind, “I miss you.”

“Just a couple more days, sweetheart,” his voice is low and does things to you.

“I know,” you whisper.

“I like you,”

“I like you too,” you reply. “See you on Thursday.”

“I’ll be seeing you.”

Hugging the phone to your chest for a few seconds after he’s hung up you try to get your heart rate back to normal before you go back inside.

Tapping your fingers on the steering wheel you’re starting to get impatient and your eyes keep darting from the clock on your dashboard to exit doors of the arrival hall, willing them to open with your boyfriend walking out of the airport.

Your boyfriend.

You can’t help but smile when you think back to the night you spent together, heat rising to your cheeks when you remember what you did and how much you can’t wait to do it again. Pulling up the texting app on your phone you read the last text Sebastian sent you:

Just landed. Can’t wait to see you. Exit E, right? -S

Looking at the clock again you see it’s been ten minutes since you parked the car and you are about to send Sebastian another text, asking him where he’s at, but then the doors open and even though the baseball cap he’s wearing and the way he keeps his head down shield most of his face, your hearts jumps because you just know it’s him.

You watch him round the car, putting his suitcase in the backseat before he gets into the passenger’s seat. You turn towards him and smile, “Hi,”

“Hi,” he replies, taking off his baseball cap before he leans in, his lips brushing against yours.

You part your lips almost on instinct, an involuntary moan escaping you as he pulls back and looks at you with a smirk. Shaking your head you decide you’ll make him pay for it later and focus on starting the car instead, pulling out of the parking spot and onto the road, heading home.

He lays his arm on your headrest then and runs his fingers through your ponytail, twirling strands of hair between his fingers, occasionally tugging on them gently. You bite your lip to keep from cursing at how good it feels but of course he knows, because your breathing has turned ragged and you’re holding onto the steering wheel just a little too tight. He unbuckles his seat belt then and almost immediately you feel his warm breath hitting your neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from just underneath your ear to the base of your throat. 

Swallowing hard, you try to focus on the road, thanking whatever God their may be that there’s almost no traffic this time of night.

He moves closer then, kissing the corner of your mouth, his hand still in your hair, trying to take out the hair tie without getting it tangled up. The next kiss lands on your mouth and before you know it you’re kissing him back, turning your head ever so slightly to meet him, but your eyes never leaving the road. You smile into the kisses because he keeps pulling away, teasing you, and you keep finding him.

His eyes stay on you and you try your hardest to keep yours on the road, but God, he’s too much and an idea forms in your head when you see there’s a rest stop coming up. You put your blinker on and steer towards the exit, a self satisfied grin on your face. Sebastian looks at you in confusion when you pull over at the far end of the parking, where there are no other cars in sight, but you don’t give him any time to ask questions, already unbuckling your seat belt before you turn towards him and breathing a low, “We’re doing this now.”

You meet him halfway, sitting up as much as you can, your mouth crashing against his, your hands tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head before you shower his chest in kisses, quickly making your way down. His hands are in your hair again, pulling you up for another kiss, his teeth pulling on your lower lip, a need to the kiss that tells you he wants this just as much. You break contact just long enough to pull your own shirt off before you push him back against the passenger’s seat and straddle him, feeling his erection pressing against your already wet core. You grind down and a groan escapes him as his hands grab your hips, pushing you against him, his mouth finding yours again the stubble of his beard scratching your skin.

You fumble with the button of your jeans, arching your back, lifting yourself off of him to rid yourself of the piece of clothing, taking your soaked panties down with it. Your hands find the hem of his jeans and you undo the buttons before pushing down the fabric, your hand in his boxers now, taking out his already hard cock. You lick your lips at the sight of him and you run your thumb from the base to the tip, pumping a few times then to make him even harder.

He groans and tugs on your hips so that you’re now directly above him. He watches you through hooded lids as you lower yourself, taking him in slowly, not bothering with a condom because honestly, it never even crosses your mind to do so and you both got tested since last time, so you know you’re good.

You let out an involuntary shiver at how good it feels to have him fill you up and your mouth finds his, hands in his hair as you take him all the way in, staying still for just a second as you get used to him again. You rest your forehead against his, slowly grinding your hips, letting out a moan as he fills you up even more.

His hand slides in between you and starts rubbing your clit, which in turn makes you throw your head back as you start riding him for real, setting a steady pace that you know will get both of you there quickly. You feel his mouth on your nipple, gently biting and tugging and you can feel your release coming close, your voice barely a whisper when you say, “Seb, I’m- fuck!”

He releases your nipple, tongue licking his lips, “I know.” His fingers pinch your clit, a wicked grin on his lips as he watches you, his voice dangerously low when he says, “Come for me, sweetheart,”

It sends you right over the edge and you let out a loud, “Oh fuck,” as your orgasm washes over you. You feel his hands on your hips again as he helps you keep up the rhythm he needs to follow you. You lean forward, kissing his shoulder, gently dragging your teeth towards the base of his neck when you feel him tense up and you steady yourself, groaning at him, “ Let go, babe,”

He trusts harder then and you hear your name roll of his lips almost breathlessly as he releases himself inside of you. You bury your face in his neck, panting, and feel his hands caress your back as he holds you against him, whispering a quiet, “Fuck, sweetheart, I missed you,” in your ear.

“You sure you don’t need any help?” Sebastian asks, hands on your hips, his chin resting on shoulder as he watches you chop the potatoes.

“Very sure,” you reassure him, whimpering a little when he lets go of you. You smile as you hear him take out plates from the cabinet before he sets the table, still amazed at how easy it is between you two. Earlier today he admitted he feels very at home in your house, before shyly adding that he feels that way wherever he’s with you and it made your heart melt.

“Seb?” you ask, “Tell me you schedule again?”

He replies from the dining room, “Flying back to L.A. tomorrow, then back to New York on Wednesday.”

“Right,” you reply softly. You continue, louder then, so he can hear you, “How long are you staying in New York?”

“At least four weeks,” he says as he walks back into the kitchen. He leans against the counter, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, “Why?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. But of course you know, because this is what you’ve been meaning to ask ever since he came back. You take a deep breath in attempt to calm your nerves and look at him, “We have an office in New York at work, and I,” you hesitate, “I asked if maybe I could work from there every now and then and-”

“You want to come to New York with me?”

You’re not sure about his tone of voice and so you quietly add, “Yes. If that’s ok for you?” You try to smile, “I mean, if it’s too much or too soon, I totally get it, I just thought that maybe it would nice to spend some more time together, but-”

“It would be really nice,” he interrupts with a smile. Taking your hand in his to make you stop fumbling with the tea towel, he pulls you towards him, his lips on yours within seconds.

You throw your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.

“Ew!”

You pull back quickly, shocked to see Jake standing in your kitchen, a look of disgust on his face. His parents are right behind him, with Sarah smiling at you and Nathan making a gagging sound.

“Hi, bud!” you say a little too enthusiastically, straightening your dress even though it is not wrinkled whatsoever.

“Hi,” Jake replies with caution, his eyes darting between you and Sebastian. “Why were you kissing him?”

“Jake,” Sarah hisses, a hand on Jake’s shoulder.

Your brother just snickers, “Yeah, why were you kissing him, tante?”

“Why didn’t you just ring the doorbell like any normal person would?” you shoot back at your brother.

He shrugs, “Would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?” He walks up to Sebastian then, holding out his hand, “Hi, I’m Nathan.”

“Sebastian,” he takes your brother’s hand and shakes it, before he introduces himself to Sarah and then gives Jake a high five.

“Why don’t I help you with dinner?” Sarah suggests, dropping her purse in the corner. She looks at Nathan, “Will you take Jake outside? Maybe offer Sebastian a beer while you’re at it?”

Nathan just nods before he grabs two beers and a juice pouch from the fridge, calling out for Jake to follow him.

You look at Sebastian, “Go! Sarah and I will finish up here.”

“I’ll go tell them dinner is ready,” Sarah offers.

You nod and watch as she makes her way outside, leaving you alone in the kitchen for a moment. You wonder if your brother has behaved himself and worry he might have been too harsh on Sebastian but then you hear laughter as they come inside, and see your brother smacking Sebastian’s arm in a playful manner and your instantly reassured.

Jake sits in between you and Sebastian at the table and you can tell he’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact that the Winter Soldier is sitting next to him and apparently likes to kiss his aunt. You try to get something out of your brother during dinner by throwing him a few pointed looks, but he just shrugs and keeps eating.

"Tante?” Jake asks as you’re in the kitchen together, because you’ve asked him to help you serve dessert.

“Yeah, bud?”

“Dad told the Winter Soldier,” he hesitates then, before he corrects himself, “I mean, Sebastian. Dad told Sebastian that if he ever hurt you he would kick his ass.” He giggles when he says “ass” and it makes you laugh too.

“Well, it’s nice that Dad’s looking out for me, don’t you think?” And it really is. You remind yourself to thank Nathan later, because it tells you that he’s taken you seriously and did what he said he would do.

“Yeah,” Jake agrees. “I told Sebastian that you deserve to be happy.”

“Ah, thank you, bud,” you say as you give him a hug, “that means a lot.”

“So,” you draw out slowly as you finish the last of the dishes. “How was your talk with Sebastian?”

“Good,” Nathan simply answers.

You hit him with the tea towel and give him a pointed look, “And?”

“And,” Nathan mimics your tone with a grin, “He’s good people.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Nathan puts his arm around you and pulls you close, “but you knew that already, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” you agree, “I just wanted you to know as well.”

You wake up before Sebastian does and as you cuddle up to him you glance at the clock and see you still have three hours left before he has to leave. You don’t want to wake him, not really, but you also don’t want to spend the next couple of hours just cuddling and so you softly kiss his cheek, before you move down to his jaw, his chest next and then down to the hem of his boxers. You can’t help but smile when you see how his body reacts to your touch and there’s a moan escaping him when you cup him through the fabric. “Morning,” you say, looking at him from in between his legs.

He looks at you through hooded eyes, not fully understanding what is going on just yet but then you pull his boxers down and take him into your mouth and suddenly he’s wide awake, “Fuck, sweetheart,”

You hum contently, the vibrations instantly making him hard and this time you decide to just give him what he wants instead of taking it nice and slow. You set a steady pace, using both your hands and mouth, and it isn’t long before you feel his hand on the back of your head, keeping you in place as he bucks his hips, making you take all of him. He’s close and you hollow your cheeks, giving him the friction he needs to come.

After you’ve swallowed his cum you draw back slowly, kissing your way back up until you find his mouth. You smile against his lips, your hand still on his cock, stroking it languidly as your tongue traces his lips.

By the way he grabs you you can tell he’s about to roll you over, probably to return the favor and so you pull back, “No.”

He looks at you, surprised no doubt.

You just look back at him, whispering a quiet, “It’s about you today, Seb. Consider this my going-away present,” smiling when you feel his cock twitch in your hand.

[superiordragonlorde]

Awkwardly Well Meant

April 4: Meeting | Hydrangea | Brighter Than Sunshine by Aqualung (the song I listened to while writing this)

Here’s day 4 for @kiridekuweek2k19 . I hope you all enjoy!

     Eijirou slumped in his chair, hoping to hide his burning face behind his biology textbook. His two friends, Denki and Mina, were standing next to a student’s chair, chatting loudly to its occupant. Eijirou peeked over the top of his book, catching sight of green hair that spread out in soft curls, a sparkling, dark green eye, and a freckled cheek bunched from a bright, beaming smile. He slid further down, quietly groaning.

     Hanta, another one of his friends, gently patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, man,” he half-heartedly soothed. “Maybe they won’t screw over your chances of ever getting a date with this guy.” Eijirou only responded with a strained whimper.

     While Denki and Mina were good-hearted, well-meaning people, they lacked every form of grace and subtlety that all humans needed. That did not bode well with Eijirou whose main goal, at the moment, was to not embarrass himself in front of the cute, green-haired guy sitting two rows ahead of him. And those two were only known for their embarrassing tactics.

     Eijirou straightened up long enough to drop his forehead onto his desk, accepting defeat. There was no way the guy wouldn’t think he was some kind of weirdo now.

     Their biology teacher, Aizawa, stepped through the doors a few moments later and Denki and Mina scrambled to their seats.

     “What did you two do?” Eijirou hissed at them, using the settling of forty students to drown out his words.

     Denki flashed him a wide, smug grin from the other side of Hanta. “We helped you score, dude!”

     Eijirou plopped his head into his hands, groaning a pained, “Oh no.”

     “We didn’t try to talk you up,” Mina promised, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Since, y’know, it didn’t work that well last time...” Eijirou shot her a disgruntled glare. She gave him a sheepish smile in return.

     “But we got some info on him,” Denki spoke up, bouncing a little in his seat. “He’s majoring in botany and he really likes flowers.”

     “Yeah!” Mina perked up, squeezing Eijirou’s arm. “So take your suave, Cassanova self and woo him with your flower skills!”

     Eijirou’s heart skipped at the idea of using flowers to charm the guy sitting in front of him. It sounded romantic— hell, it sounded manly— but something sank into his chest, weighing it down as Aizawa started class.

     He didn’t have any flower skills.

     When his classes had ended for the day, Eijirou had sprinted across campus to the library to grab every book about flowers he could find. He couldn’t waste a single moment. The guy he was crushing on was the sweetest, kindest person he’d ever met. If he wasn’t already spoken for, someone else could come in at any time and—

     Eijirou screeched to a halt, a stack of books teetering in one of his hands while he reached for another one on the top shelf.

     What if... what if he was already with someone?

     Eijirou shoved his hand into his pocket, fishing frantically for his phone. He whipped it out and called the first person in his recent contacts list.

     “Hey, Kiri!” Mina greeted on the other end.

     “Is he even single?!” Eijirou blurted out, earning a few glares and shushes from other students. He murmured a small “Sorry” and slipped to an abandoned corner of the library.

     The other end of the call was silent before Mina shrieked, “Holy shit, Kami! We fucking forgot to ask if he was single!” There was a languished cry in the background and Eijirou was fairly certain he heard Hanta murmur something similar to, “That was, literally, the most important question you should have asked.”

     Eijirou groaned and ran his free hand down his face.

     “Wait, wait!” Mina suddenly shouted, startling him. “Bakugou says he is— Wait, how do you know?” There was a pause and a gruff voice reluctantly mumbled something Eijirou hadn’t been able to catch.

     “OH MY GOD!” Mina squealed, cackling maniacally. The sound of Katsuki snapping at everyone almost overpowered the hysterical laughter filling the phone’s speaker.

     “Woah, wait, Ashido,” Eijirou piped up, glancing around the library to make sure no one could hear the delirious screeches and giggles coming from his phone. “What’s going on?”

     “Kiri, you’re not going to believe this!” Mina crowed. “Holy shit. So, turns out Bakugou is childhood friends with your man.”

     Eijirou tensed, a mixture of dread and excitement churning in his stomach. “Really?! Put him on the phone! I need to know what kind of flower he likes— Wait, no, ask him if he’s single— No, no! Does he even like guys? Oh shit, I didn’t even think of that—”

     “Calm down, man,” Mina comforted, chuckling. “Bakugou said he’s not going to help you win over that— what did you call him?— ‘useless shithead’.”

     “That’s rude, bro!” Eijirou cried, earning more glares and hushes.

     “Don’t shoot the messenger,” Mina huffed, a tinge of humor laced into her tone. “Anyway, he said yes, he’s single—”

     “Because only a fucking idiot would even think about dating him,” Katsuki screamed in the background.

      “Love makes people do crazy things,” Hanta supplied. There was the sound of grunting and scuffling on the other end.

     “Watch the lamp!” Mina warned, then sighed. “Anyway, yes, he’s single. Yes, he likes guys. And no, Bakugou won’t tell you what kind of flower he likes because, and I quote, ‘That fucking moron loses his shit over any kind of flower so it shouldn’t fucking matter.’ Does that help?”

     Eijirou exhaled slowly and rubbed his temple. “Yeah, it does. Thank Bakubro for me, would you?”

     “Sure,” Mina chirped. “Ah, shit. I gotta go— I SAID WATCH THE LAMP!” The sound of something breaking cut through the cacophony. Eijirou heard a whispered “Oh fuck” before the line went dead. He pulled his phone away to stare at the screen, saying a silent prayer for a quick and painless death for his friends before he went back to his search for books on flowers.

     Eijirou had always known there were a lot of flowers in the world, but he’d never realized how many there were. He was officially pulling an allnighter now with trying to find the perfect flower that conveyed the message ‘Hey, I’d really like to get to know you, and, if you’re ok with it, I’d like to become more than friends in the future, but it’s totally ok if you don’t feel like that because having you as a friend would be just as amazing too.’

     Eijirou dropped his head onto the book laid open in front of him, hand resting limply atop his laptop. He hadn’t wanted to risk having his message misinterpreted so he’d double, triple, quadruple checked every fact on flower symbolism he could find.

     There were so many different meanings, and different countries had different meanings for the same flowers. Eijirou felt like he’d just crammed for a test.

     Wait... didn’t he have a test in Mr. Yamada’s class today?

     Eijirou groaned loud enough that his roommate, Katsuki, chucked a pillow at his head as punishment for waking him.

     The next time he had biology class that week, Eijirou was nursing a horrible cup of coffee Denki had offered him. It was bitter, but at least it kept him awake. He’d been getting only a couple hours of sleep the last couple of nights, stressing over the perfect flower to give to the shining, green-eyed man in front of him.

     “Guys!” Mina greeted happily, slipping into her seat next to Eijirou. The redhead groaned, his muddled head ringing from her voice. “You’re not going to believe the scoop I got yesterday!”

     “Got something good for your article in the school newspaper?” Hanta asked, peering over Eijirou.

     “Nope!” she tittered. “Even better! Guess who I have in my literature class.”

     “Mineta?” Denki hazarded.

     Mina crinkled her nose. “Ew, no. It’s Uraraka! The girl who sits next to your lover boy.” She nudged Eijirou, wiggling her eyebrows.

     Eijirou tipped his head up enough to look at the brunette sitting next to his crush. She looked like she had a bubbly personality with pink, round cheeks. She talked excitedly to the green-haired student, hands waving in the air. He listened to her with rapt attention, adding in small tidbits of conversation when she paused long enough for breath.

     Eijirou felt his face burn as he flushed. “That’s cool,” he replied tiredly.

     Mina shot him a small pout. “Ok, I know you’re tired, so I’m going to pretend that you didn’t sound completely unfazed by the fact that I talked to your crush’s friend. She could, literally, make or break your chances at going out with him.” A shock of anxiety coursed through Eijirou’s veins.

     “But anyway,” Mina continued on, unaware of the panic seizing him. “She actually came up to me first, after class, and said she saw you making ‘doe eyes’ at him and was wondering when you’d make a move. So then I told her that you were trying, but got a little stuck with trying to confess through flowers—”

     “Ashido, please,” Eijirou begged. “You’re too loud!”

     “Oh!” she yelped and dropped her voice down to a whisper. “Sorry. So, she told me that Midoriya really likes—”

     “Wait,” Denki cut in, brows furrowed. “Who’s Midoriya?”

     “The guy Eijirou’s crushing on, you idiot,” Hanta hissed, smacking him lightly on the back of his head.

     Eijirou dropped his head onto the desk, feeling like smoke was coming out of his pores. “Guys, please,” he whimpered. “He’s right there!”

     “Wait,” Denki proceeded on. “Did you even know his name?”

     Eijirou turned his head to find his friend looking at him with concerned confusion. “Of course I did!” he lied. He had actually only known the name “Deku”. It was a nickname Katsuki and the brunette called the green-haired guy. He had heard Aizawa call his real name once, but he had been too captivated by the soft-spoken man’s splattering of freckles that seemed to highlight the stars in his eyes to actually catch it. He hadn’t heard anyone else say it after that and he had been too embarrassed to ask.

     Deku Midoriya. It wasn’t his full name but it was better than what he’d had.

     “Sure,” Mina hummed, unconvinced. Eijirou shot her a half-hearted glare, but she waved it off. “Well, anyway, Midoriya really likes bigger flowers, so if you can, try to get those.” She gave him an encouraging smile and the soft scowl on Eijirou’s face quickly melted away.

     “Thanks, Ashido,” he murmured. “Does he like a specific color?”

     Mina pursed her lips in thought for a moment. “Nope, she didn’t tell me he had a favorite color. She just said make sure it’s a natural color. He doesn’t like ‘fake flowers’, or something like that.”

     Eijirou nodded, tiredly making a mental note. “Ok.”

     Aizawa entered the classroom at that moment and Eijirou tried to drag up every ounce of willpower he had to make it through the lecture.

     After a few more days of debate, Eijirou had finally decided on a flower. He’d made a list of large flowers and then had the sudden realization that, as a broke college student, he didn’t have a lot of money to spare for them. That had set him back half a day, which had been filled with bemoaning and Mina bringing him ice cream. But after more consideration and a bit of scouring, Eijirou had found the perfect flower to give to Midoriya.

     Eijirou huffed a soft laugh as he skipped out of his dorm, still finding it amusingly fitting that Midoriya’s name had the kanji for “green” in it. It was almost like he had been born to fit into his surname.

     He shook the thought away as he headed to his biology class, taking a small detour along the way. There was an older woman that lived across the street from the campus that he tried to wave to whenever he walked by. She was usually outside, tending to her multitude of flowers or sitting in her rocking chair on her porch, reading, knitting, or thinking. She always returned his waves with her own, a bright, wrinkled smile shining on her face. He’d spoken to her a few times too in passing and had formed, what he would like to think as, a solid acquaintanceship.

     She sat on her rocking chair this morning, the newspaper she held almost hiding her completely from view. Eijirou cleared his throat and called out from the street. “Good morning, Ms.Shuzenji!”

     She folded down her paper, a soft, worn smile on her face. “Good morning, Eijirou,” she greeted in return. “How are you doing, young man?”

     “I’m doing pretty good,” he grinned, fighting past the nervous twist of his stomach. “Actually, I, um, kind of have a favor to ask of you.”

     Shuzenji arched a thin eyebrow and set her newspaper to the side. “Is that so? What can I do for you then?”

     Eijirou unconsciously rubbed the back of his neck. “W-well, I, uh— There’s a... person that I really really like and they’re really into flowers. I thought I’d give them one, but I’m kind of short on cash, so I was wondering— I mean, I don’t want to bother you, but I just... I was kind of hoping to, um—”

     “Young man,” Shuzenji interrupted. Eijirou snapped his mouth shut with a loud clack. “I’m an old woman who doesn’t have a lot of time left on this world to waste. Why don’t you stop dancing around the subject and go ahead and tell me what I can do for you.”

     Eijirou swallowed and took in a steadying breath. “Could I have one of your flowers to give to them? I can pay you back, it just might take a little while. Or I can clear out the weeds, or help you replant some of your flowers, or—”

     The woman’s warm, gentle laugh made the words on Eijirou’s tongue stagger to a halt. She waved a leisurely hand and slid off her chair with creaking joints, grabbing her cane. “There’s no need, young man,” she consoled. “What type of flower were you looking for?”

     “I, uh—” Eijiriou cautiously crept down her sidewalk, anxiously waiting for Shuzenji to suddenly change her mind. “I was hoping to have one of your hydrangeas... A purple one, please.”

     Shuzenji gave him a questioning look. “That flower has quite a few different meanings for it. Are you sure you want to give something that’s a symbolism of the cold shoulder to someone you’re interested in?”

     Eijirou felt his ears burn. “I, um, I read it also means honest emotions and wanting to get to know someone better. Did I... did I get that wrong?”

     The woman’s smile slipped back onto her face, making the wrinkles around her eyes more prominent. “No, that’s also true. I’m glad to know you did your research, young man. Now, let’s see what we have here...” She grabbed a pair of delicate shears and slowly made her way down her porch steps. Eijirou trailed behind her, twisting his fingers. Shuzenji paused at a row of hydrangea bushes and readjusted her glasses. She peered at the flowers, humming softly as she passed by each one. Eijirou bit his bottom lip as they walked by the first two bushes, none of the flowers seeming to catch the woman’s attention.

     Worries started to scamper through his mind. Had she changed her mind? Was she not going to let him have a flower? It seemed like a stupid thing to be concerned about, but he had been planning this for almost a week now. He wanted things to go perfectly.

     At the last bush, Shuzenji halted, eyes narrowed. Her gaze was glued to a small patch of flowers, ranging from pink to blue. With swift, steady hands, she grabbed one by the stem and snipped it off. Stepping back, she turned and offered the hydrangea to him with a kind smile.

     Eijirou hesitated to take it. It was a perfect sphere of blossoms. The petals were a soft, pale purple tinged with pink, and not a single one was damaged. If he hadn’t seen Shuzenji cut it off herself, he might have believed it wasn’t real.

     “Woah,” he breathed, a giddy smile twisting the corners of his lips as he grabbed the flower with gentle fingers. “It’s beautiful. This is— Thank you so much, Ms. Shuzenji!”

     The woman chuckled and patted his arm with a small hand. “Oh, no need to thank me. I remember what it was like falling in love. Tell me, who is this lucky person that caught your eye?”

     Eijirou froze, hesitating in his answer. “Th-they— It’s—” He swallowed, steeled himself, and pressed on. “His name’s Midoriya.”

     Shuzenji twisted around, brows arched high in surprise. “Izuku? Well, I shouldn’t be so surprised. He’s a wonderful young man. Very bright and kind.” She gave Eijirou a proud look. “I’m glad you two found each other.”

     A monstrous, relieved smile curled Eijirou’s lips. “Thanks, Ms. Shuzenji.”

     The woman smirked and lightly slapped his arm. “Now, get going. I’m sure you have quite a lot of things to do, young man.”

     Eijirou startled. “Oh shit, right, classes!” He started to race down the sidewalk then skidded to a halt and whirled back around to wildly wave his free hand. “Thanks again, Ms. Shuzenji! You’re the best!”

     He spun on the ball of his foot and raced off again, the bright, hearty sound of the woman’s laughter following behind him.

     He sprinted into his biology classroom with a light sheen of sweat coating his brow and his breaths coming in ragged heaves. Mina, Denki, and Hanta all turned in their seats to look at him, concern creased into their faces. He flashed them a quick thumbs-up and a wobbly smile full of nerves. Straightening, he marched further into the classroom, past his friends, and didn’t stop until he was two rows ahead, standing next to the green-haired man: Izuku Midoriya.

     Eijirou had murmured the name between pants as he’d run to his class. It had rolled off his tongue and left a sweet taste in its wake.

     Izuku was sitting in his chair, nose buried in a book and a notebook opened next to him, half-filled with scribbled writing. His friend, Uraraka, sat next to him, scrolling through her phone with bored interest. Neither of them had noticed him yet.

     Eijirou swallowed and tried to control his breathing and erratic heart. He was starting to doubt it was banging against his ribcage just because he’d decided to run. Flurried movement caught his attention and he glanced to the side to see Denki, Hanta, and Mina elbowing each other with wide, excited grins. Mina made a large “go on” motion and Eijirou felt his face grow hot. Hopefully, everyone would think it was only from exertion.

     He slowly inhaled and turned back to Izuku. “E-excuse me?”

     Uraraka was the first one to look up. Her eyes widened when they landed on him and a wolfish grin spread across her face. She roughly elbowed Izuku who choked on a squeak of surprise. When he looked over at Uraraka, she urgently pointed towards Eijirou. Izuku turned around and Eijirou’s heart screeched to a stop.

     Green eyes pinned him down, gently stripping him bare of his secrets and exposing every piece of himself. They were filled with a blinding inner shine and Eijirou felt like he was falling into them.

     “Oh!” Izuku yelped and Eijirou jumped out of his thoughts. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there! Are you— Do you need something?”

     ‘You,’ passed through Eijirou’s mind, but he hurriedly shoved it away.

     “U-um, hi,” he stammered out instead, riding on a wave of adrenaline to get through this interaction. “I’m, uh, I’m Eijirou Kirishima. I—”

     “I know you!” Izuku suddenly cried, a dazzling smile filled with excitement curling his lips. “You’re the guy who created that energy efficient solution for large scale production companies that cut back on their carbon footprint and helps preserve the surrounding environments. You presented it last year at the Environmental Science Internship Convention, right?”

     Eijirou blinked, his blush reaching up to his ears and down his neck. “Y-yeah, that’s me.” He wracked his brain, trying to remember green curls, bright green eyes, and freckled cheeks from the convention.

     “Oh my gosh, this is incredible!” Izuku cheered. “I wanted to talk to you about it so bad, but there were a bunch of people talking to you after your presentation and I didn’t want to disturb you. Plus, my friend was about to do her presentation next and I didn’t want to be late for that. Hers was about how to save endangered species of frogs, I don’t know if you heard about it. Anyway, I have to know, how do you think those companies would react to your idea? A lot of them only think about money, so do you know if there’s any way to make it more financially appealing to them?”

     Eijirou’s heart thrummed in his chest at the unwavering attention Izuku was giving him. “I-I, um, I was thinking that maybe there could be some form of tax reduction for implementing it, so it could cost about the same.”

     “What about installing it? I’d imagine it would cost a lot to switch the entire factory over and people can have the mentality of ‘if it’s not broken, why fix it’.” There was no sign of arrogance or smugness in Izuku’s tone, only sincere, honest curiosity.

      Eijirou felt his chest swell with warmth at the interest. “Yeah, but with the tax reduction and how much money they’ll save from installing it, I think a smart business person would realize how much it would benefit their company.”

     Izuku’s smile grew as he delved into another question. Eijirou, lost in the discussion and eager green gaze, quickly answered it and every other one afterward. The world bled away until it was just the two of them and Eijirou’s project from last year.

     Until Uraraka suddenly poked Izuku in the ribs. “Sorry to crash the party,” she whispered loudly. “But Mr. Aizawa’s here.”

      A heavy weight of disappointment fell onto Eijirou’s heart, dragging it down into his stomach.

     “Shit,” Izuku hissed, his contagious smile dropping. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to keep you, Kirishima.”

     Eijirou opened his mouth to dismiss the apology, but the words halted in his throat when Izuku offered, “Do you want to sit here?”

     He stared at Izuku’s open, expectant face, his mouth moving soundlessly as his brain scrambled to fully process the question. “Y-yeah!” he finally breathed out. “Yeah, that’s— Ok, thanks.” He plopped into the seat next to Izuku, whose smile seemed brighter and larger than before. 

     His gaze flicked down and a spark of confused curiosity lit his eyes. “What’s that?”

     Eijirou glanced down, noticing the flower still clutched in his grasp. A flush of red swept across his face. “O-oh yeah, I, um— Here.” He shoved the flower at Izuku, startling the poor man. “S-sorry, it’s a, uh, it’s a hydrangea. I, um, heard you were majoring in botany and that you really like flowers, so...” He swallowed as Izuku tentatively took it, his freckles beginning to disappear as pink tinted his cheeks. “I guess you, uh, already know their meaning, right?”

     Izuku slowly nodded. “They’re well known as flowers given to lovers that were ignored or wronged, or a way to turn down someone’s marriage proposal. B-but they can also be used to convey honest emotions or show interest in getting to know someone, th-that’s what the purple ones mean, at least. A-and the pink ones usually are for...” He trailed off, the dusting on his cheeks turning into a prominent red. Eijirou waited in tense silence and swallowed thickly. Izuku’s gaze was glued to the hydrangea held between his fingers, his eyes distant as though he was lost in his thoughts.

     “I, uh,” Izuku started and cleared his throat. “I have a class after this that goes on until two. M-maybe after it we can meet up to, um, talk about your project some more? I-if you want to, that is,” he quickly tacked on.

     Eijirou released a shaky breath, his heart skipping weightlessly in his chest. “Y-yeah, that sounds great! Where, uh, where do you want to meet up?”

     Izuku’s shoulders started to hunch up and the red on his face spread to his ears. “We could meet up at the cafe on campus.”

     “Alright, class,” Aizawa tiredly cut into their conversation, snapping the awkward men out of their verbal dance. “Let’s get this lesson over with.” The room immediately fell silent as he trudged from his desk to the whiteboard.

     Eijirou leaned towards Izuku, murmuring, “That sounds great! I’ll meet you there.”

     Izuku’s gaze finally broke away from the flower and a shy, thrilled smile lifted a corner of his lips. Eijirou beamed back, wishing he could unleash the pent up excitement in his chest with a loud whoop. Unfortunately, if he did, he had no doubt that Aizawa would kick him out of the classroom for the rest of the semester.

     He settled on doodling small hearts and hydrangeas on the margins of his notebook for the rest of the class instead.

[askthetotallynotlosersclub]

write streddie being soft uwu

Stan: *is doing a puzzle like a quirky kid*

Richie: *is trying to help at said puzzle but failing*

Eddie: Richie you just took my piece!!

Richie: Well it was in the wrong spot!!

Stan: *doesnt pay attention bc P U Z Z L E Y U M Y U M*

Eddie: what do you mean?! It fit into the other ones!!!

Richie: No it didn’t!!

Stan: *almost finishes puzzle yum yum*

Eddie: DEAR LORD- IM SORRY STANLEY BUT THIS IDIOT DOESNT KNOW HOW PUZZLES WORK....but it looks very nice to *smiley boye and kisses his forehead*

Richie: *>:(* Edward bullies me

Stan: *finished puzzle :D* Look it’s done!!!

Eddie: awe that looks very nice Stanley!! And Richie you know I love you to death *kiss*

Richie: I feel unloved- let’s watch a movie, boyfriends

Stan: Can we watch a scary one?

Eddie: I swear you two hate me sometimes- *sits on the couch*

Stan: Nooooo *also sits on the couch* *cuddle part 1*

Richie: Eddie is literally a bully *sits next to edward* *leeches to boyfriends part 1 and 2*

Eddie: you guys know I hate scary movies! Last time I peed myself!!

Stan: It wasn’t even a scary movie-

Richie: It was scooby doo

Eddie: *crosses his arms* and?

Stan: You could just not watch the movie with us?

Richie: *puts on the hip movie uhh poltergeist yeah lmao that’s scary*

Eddie: okay peace out! *runs to his room*

Time: kachow

Richie: EDWARD

Stan: Eddieeeeeee

Eddie: *is sleeping in the other room*

Stan: *finds the b0y* *:0* *sits next to eduardo* *Q U I E T*

Richie: *:0 part 2* *plays with edward’s hair oop* *Q U I E T*

Eddie: *wakes up but is v v v tired* oh hi guys *yawn*

Richie: aloha *continues to play with edwards hair*

Stan: *stan* hi

Eddie: *is like half asleep* you know I love you guys

Stan: *uwu* *leeches to the eduardo* yeah we know

Richie: we love you too, dork

Eddie: *hugs the Stan and falls back asleep*

Stan: *sleep oclock*

Richie: *sleep oclock part 2*

Time: kachow

Rain: kapow

Eddie: *wakes up and it's dark out* Stanny?

Stan: *sl33p*

Eddie: hhhhhhh *sits up but cannot bc thy Roach*

Thunder: KACHOW

Rain: YEEHAW

Eddie: *screams bc of thy thunder*

Richie: *literally falls* FUCK

Stan: *awakens* What-??

Eddie: sorry guys- I'm not the best with thunder storms-

Thunder & Lightning: A

Richie: *roach* *hugs edward*

Stan: *hugs edward part 2*

Eddie: you guys are gonna suffocate me *giggly boye*

Richie: good *teehee giggly boye part 2*

Stan: noooo!! *giggly boye part 3*

Eddie: wow thanks Richie *kiss uwu*

Richie: yeahhh i’m tired- *sleep lmao* *also leech tho*

Stan: *pat* it’s really late

Thunder: ahaha H

Eddie: I know...I'll try to sleep

Stan: good! *kiss úwù* i’m going to sleep *sleep oclock*

Thunder: PENIS SAUCE

Eddie: *falls asleep cuddling the Stan*

Morning: peenids

Stan: *sleep sleep sleep*

Richie: *sleep sleep sleep*

Eddie: *is in the kitchen making breakfast* richie! Stanley!! Breakfast!!

Richie: *aWAKENS* F00D *falls into the kitchen ouchies* ouch

Stan: *awakens* *walks like a NORMAL PERSON* i’m tired *stan*

Eddie: *runs over to Richie* are you okay?

Richie: probably *ouchie there’s a bruise on his arm lmao* *s t an d*

Stan: you’re such an idiot

Eddie: yeah but he's our idiot *hugs the Richie from the side*

Richie: *kisses the edward uwu* thank you both for calling me an idiot

Stan: *hugs the b0yfriends* no problem idiot

Eddie: I love you guys so much but GOD DAMMIT THE EGGS ARE BURNT

Richie: you look like a burnt egg

Stan: don’t bURN THE HOUSE DOWN

Eddie: sit down on the couch or something- I'll have to remake breakfast

Stan: Alright *sits on the couch*

Richie: okay my guy *sits on the stan*

Eddie: Richie- you're going to crush Stan

Richie: too BAD

Stan: iM FINE-!

Eddie: I'm still confused about how you two like each other

Richie: *DRAMATIC GASP* Excuse you Stan loves me!

Stan: I do that’s a fact right there

Eddie: I'm so offended

Stan: Dont burn the house down, Eddie

Richie: *l33ch*

Eddie: I won't burn the house down, breakfast is done! Come eat before it gets cold

Richie: *l e a p s off stan and goes to the kitchen 😔👊*

Stan: *stans into the kitchen*

Eddie: *gets his own breakfast and sits on the couch*

Richie: *gets f00d and sits on the coffee table*

Stan: *gets f00d and sits next to edward* Rich, what the hell are you doing

Eddie: richie what the actual hell- *picks him up and puts him on the couch*

Richie: nooooo *goes back on the coffee table*

Stan: right, okay- can we go to the zoo today?? i want to see the bIRDS

Eddie: sure Stan- we can go see the birds

Stan: cool!!

Richie: can we get food there teehee

Eddie: sure Richie! And Stan I cant wait to Christmas so like *gives him a pet bird*

Stan: IT’S SO CHONKY *B I R D*

Richie: thats a sexy bird- where the fuck did you get money, Eds?

Eddie: I've been saving it up!

Richie: nice job, my guy

Stan: *birdbirdbirdbird* *:D*

Eddie: *kisses the Stan*

Stan: *kisses the edward*

Richie: ewww get a room

Eddie: you guys have literally made out on front of me before

Stan: you WATCHED??

Richie: ewwww eddie watches porn

Eddie: what!? No! I was watching tv

Stan: how did you know then?? we were like- in the other room??

Richie: no we weren’t dumbass

Eddie: it seems like every time I kiss one of you and other one makes fun of me!

Richie: calm yourself my guy *kisses the edward owo*

Stan: what he said minus the my guy part *kisses the edward after roach*

Eddie: hhhhhhhhhh *hugs the roach from the side*

Richie: *leeches to the edward* your hair is soft

Stan: include me you dorks *also leeches*

Eddie: watch me fall asleep again-

Stan: you better not because then I’ll fall asleep

Richie: and I’d get time alone and who wants that ew

Eddie: *yawns*

Richie: *kisses the edward’s forehead* wow what a cutie

Stan: I know right?

Eddie: stop it *hides under a blanket*

Stan: noooo come back *s natches edward*

Richie: *:(*

Eddie: *is in the Stans lap now*

Richie: *kisses the stanley and the edward*

Stan: *hugs the b0ys*

Eddie: *kisses the Stan for like 2 minutes*

Stan: *O W O* *y e e h a w*

Richie: gET A ROOOOM

Eddie: STANLEY WHY

Stan: *red intensifies* i don’t know-

Richie: HAHA GAY

Eddie: *v v v v v red boye* i-

Richie: you two are cowards, if i was in stan’s position right now you’d have to go to the doctor from all the bruises

Stan: *GAY PANIC*

Eddie: R-ICHIE)!!-

Richie: I’m just telling the truth

Stan: *red x28338383*

Eddie: *yeehaw to the Stan* I'm sorry-

Stan: *AHHH* *R E D*

Richie: god get a room this is classified as porn

Eddie: oh shush Rich *kiss uwu*

Richie: *Y E E H A W BR O* rekt amirite

Stan: *dYing*

Eddie: Richieeeeeee *hides and hugs him*

Richie: *hugs the stanley and the edward* you two are nerds

Stan: *red flavor*

Eddie: *cuddles up to the Richie* cold

Richie: *plays with eduardo’s hair heehaw*

Stan: *sleeps bc this is too much red is bad*

Eddie: *falls asleep with the Stan*

Richie: *also sleep heehee*

Phone: kachow my guy

Stan: ughhh *awakens to answer the phone*

Eddie: Stanny what's wrong?

Stan: shhhh phone call *answer phone* oh hi *phone talk*

Eddie: okay...*goes back to sleep*

Stan: *phone talk for an hour wtf* ok bye *phone hang up* *lays back down with the b0yfriends*

Eddie: Stanleyyyyyyy *lays on top of him*

Stan: oh- hi- *holds the edward and the roach’s hands bc owo*

Richie: *probably fuckimg— hibernating*

Eddie: *gives him a kiss but he's like v tired*

Stan: I’m tired bbbye *sleep oclock*

Eddie: *falls asleep on the Stan*

Later o’clock: hola

Richie: *awakens to make a grilled chhhheese*

Stan: *sleep?*

Eddie: *still sleep on stan*

Richie: *sits next to the b0ys and eat a good and cool sandwich* *uwu energy*

Stan: *aWAKENS*

Eddipe: *nuzzles the stan in his sleepp*

Stan: *pat pat* what time is it?

Richie: how should i know? we slept all day though, it’s dark again

Eddie: *wakes up but is very sleepy* huh

Richie: *s andwich* look who finally woke up

Stan: *quiet clapping*

Eddie: oh shush *nuzzle uwu*

Richie: *cough cough* gAy *cough cough*

Stan: you’re literally our boyfriend shut up

Eddie: I'll attack you with affection young man *jump on the rouch*

Richie: OH SHIT *falls over ouch* *giggly boye teehee*

Stan: *witnesses*

Eddie: *is on top of the roach behind the couch*

Richie: wow this is pretty gay

Eddie: oh so you don't like me being on top of you?

Richie: no, i’d rather be on top of you *teehee kiss owo*

Eddie: *big blush man*

Richie: *yeehaw x22*

Eddie: Stan helppppppppppp

Bev: *walks in* OH JEEZ

Stan: Hi bev- theyre fucking don’t mind them

Richie: nO WE ARENT

Eddie: *runs and jumps on Bev* HI BEV

Bev: HI EDDIE! IM STEALING YALLS BOYFRIEND

Richie: shit dude don’t do that *stAnds*

Stan: nooooo

Bev: oh- I came over here to ask you guys if you wanted to come to the mall with me! I got my driver's license very early for some reason but yeah!

Stan: Oh sure!!

Richie: bro the fuckimg mALL?

Bev: yes the mall idiot!! Okay who wants to carry this thing *points to eddie*

Richie: I don’t know I think he should walk beside the car, honestly

Stan: hmmm maybe

Eddie: wow yall are so nice

Stan: oh shut up we love you

Richie: accurate

Eddie: *puts on his purse (bev got him it) and runs out the door* GET IN LOSERS WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!!

Bev: I TAUGHT HIM THAT

Richie: what the hell why

Stan: uHHHH

Bev: JUST HURRY UP LETS GO!! YALL BETTER NOT GET NOSEBLEEDS BECAUSE IM WARNING YOU, EDDIE LIKES FOREVER 21

Stan: oh god- *car*

Richie: fucking christ *car*

-at the mall-

Eddie: WHERE ARE WE GOING FIRST

Bev: i dont know- Hooters?

Richie: I’m gay

Stan: I’m also gay

Bev: Yeah okay but they have good wings-

Eddie: oh I have a friend that works here! We can get free wings

Richie: is it your mom? i want to see her working at hooters

Stan: no what the fuck rich

Eddie: Richie-!!

Richie: what i’m just telling the truth

Stan: oh my god

Eddie: *holds Stans hand*

Stan: *:D*

Richie: *insect*

Eddie: *kisses the Stans cheek*

Homophobic couple: we. That's just not right! You boys are way too young

Stan: *>:”0*

Richie: eXCUSE YOU don’t INSULT my BOYFRIENDS *>:(*

Homophobic couple: there's 3 of you?? A couple is only 2 people, a boy and a girl! And that short one already looks like a girl so I guess it's fine

Richie: I will fuckign fight you *>:(*

Stan: no richie calm down *holds back the roach lmao*

Eddie: SHUT THE HELL UP! THIS FANNYPACK IS STYLISH

Richie: iT MAKES YOU LOOK HOT

Stan: Richard calm yourself good lord

Homophobic couple: ugh whatever *pushes the Eddie and walks away*

Eddie: oh well *flips his imaginary long hair*

[sandwichbully]

Sammy’s Avenue Eatery, 23 November 2018

   “When people are hungry, you feed ‘em.”

   OK, so about three years ago, I was working at UCare - “UCare, health care that starts with denying you your oxygen!” - and it was a slow afternoon one afternoon. Most afternoons were slow and the mail room was overstaffed for what we needed, so I logged a lot of time on Facebook and I saw this joint, Sammy’s Avenue Eatery, and I thought their sandwiches looked pretty good, so I made it a point to go there.    ... aaannnddd I never did.    I was broke as shit at the time, working fourteen hours a day six days a week between two jobs (and still being broke all the time) and feeling like shit because I was a terrible letdown to my then-girlfriend (the one from this episode) because I was always tired and just wanted a goddamned beer and two cigarettes. Eventually things improved but not by much and yadda yadda yadda, a whole bunch of shit happens, and going up to Sammy’s Avenue Eatery has been low priority.    But I never forgot it. It kind of even nagged at me. And today, with it being almost fifty degrees for what is surely the last time this year if it isn’t the next to last time this year, I made it a point to go to what is likely going to be the final Sandwich Bully episode for 2018 - unless y’all want to come pick me up in your petite bourgeoisie automobile with “the heat” on in December and January.    So I rolled up on the corner of Emerson and Broadway and walked in and looked over the menu and waited for the nice lady to finish making a chai latte for this other lady and I asked her which she preferred, the Hot Roasted Chicken or the Turkey Bacon Club.    She said honestly that she preferred the chicken but they were out of that so turkey and bacon (I had to specify because I’ve had exactly one experience with turkey bacon and that shit is fucking gross and it’s so gross that I’m compelled to put up a picture of my first ex with a caption mocking her voice in which she chides me for having high blood pressure but that is seriously some SD&A shit and - Hm? Oh, Sound Design and Assembly. That was my old record review blog but I didn’t review records so much as I bitched about pop culture and waxed poetic on having picked up nookie the night before.)

   Wait. Where are we?

   OK, let’s start that over.    She said honestly that she preferred the chicken but they were out of that so turkey and bacon (I had to specify because I’ve had exactly one experience with turkey bacon and that shit is fucking gross) it was and I grabbed a cranberry ginger ale and I found myself engaged in a conversation with her. Lot of personal stuff that isn’t my business to put up here but I guess maybe I can talk about the political side of it and that part was refreshing because nobody was bringing out words with “-ism”s on the end, we were just on the same wavelength, talking about how Minneapolis government is mishandling or outright ignoring a bunch of problems and how there are easy - very easy solutions to them. The homeless encampment whom the city couldn’t decide to house in either a warehouse or a vacant fucking lot? Well, hell, how many boarded up houses are there in north Minneapolis? I figured put the homeless at least in the warehouse out of the elements. The woman I was talking to told me they had plenty of empty houses in this neighborhood. A solution I never thought of. And even thinking about it now, I realize that there’s a lot of red tape and the banks own those empty houses but why does the bank own an empty house? Why is it held by a private entity and not by the state? What are the escheat and adverse possession laws in Minnesota? (And that’s over thinking it but that’s because capitalism doesn’t provide for simple solutions without the transfer of liquid assets.)

   And enough of that.    Anyway, at one point, this dude comes in and says he doesn’t have time to stop in and eat at the moment but he was just wondering what the soup of the day was for when he came back later and the woman said it was alright if he didn’t have time to eat, she’d fix him a “little” to-go cup (it was more like an eight ounce cup and I don’t know how metric people measure soup; by volume - 237mL - or by mass - 227g) and she handed it to him and told him to have a good day and he said thank you and he walked out the door and she stared out the window and she said, “When people are hungry, you feed ‘em.”    No conditions, no clauses, just simple straight to the point action and solution.    And she told me about how she wanted to start a homeless shelter, not like the ones downtown where you have to "tell ‘em everything about your life just to get in the door”, she wanted to start one where if you were tired, you could sleep, and if you got caught fucking up, you got kicked out. Simple as that.    And my brain goes to how dangerous that would be because what about all the rapists and murderers and then my privilege checks itself and I got to remember that homeless folks aren’t homeless because they’re murderers and they do just want a warm place to sleep and a little something to eat.    She told me she wanted to open a soup kitchen, too, and told me that one place downtown was in such a great location because it was centralized and somebody could even walk for forty blocks to get there, and they would, too, because, as she put it, “hunger travels”. I know that. I remember the time, it was like ten years ago or so, that I was with Georgie and we were starving and I walked two miles in a snowstorm to the food shelf and I lied on the paperwork and told them our twenty eight year old roommate was our four year old son because I thought I could get us more food that way (and, hey, there were three people in the house). I remember being dismayed at what we got and dutifully trundled it back home. I remember all that.    Maybe it was meant to be that I didn’t get to Sammy’s until today to have this conversation. Maybe as a (timely) reminder to be thankful for what I do have, maybe as a reaffirmation of my beliefs, maybe to just talk to somebody over lunch, which I never get to do because I live alone and work alone.

ANYWAY!    How was the sandwich!? How was the fucking sandwich, Charlie!? Remember how this blog is called Sandwich Bully? And it’s about sandwiches? And how it’s not a place for you to peddle your bleeding heart commie* beliefs or pontificate on how we need to be good and charitable toward our brothers and sisters!? HOW THIS PLACE IS MEANT FOR SANDWICHES!?!?!? TALK ABOUT THE FUCKING SANDWICH, CHARLIE!!!    It was good. As I was grabbing a pop, the woman (I know her name I just don’t know how she spells it) told me that if I wanted to bundle the sandwich and drink into a combo, that she had chips and I told her nah, I had to watch my salt and she said she knew that was right. I watched her slice my tomato right out of a whole fresh tomato which I’ve seen maybe only Trieste do - slice fresh to order. And she asked if I liked onions and I said I did and she asked if I liked pickles and I said I did and then she held the pickle slices over the container and gave them a little wiggle and told me, “Getting the salt off them for you,” which was cool. Aint ever had anybody do that for me before. And then we set to talking while I ate at the counter and you read about all that.    Well, let’s start with the size issue. I ordered a half sandwich (around seven dollars) and it was big enough that I feared what I might have gotten if I had gotten a whole one (around eleven dollars). Trust me, I beg of you, please trust me, I am on my knees begging you to trust me: Order the half sandwich. That is the reasonable human serving size.    The tomato was crisp (natch) and the pickles and onions added necessary sour and bite. The cheese, I don’t know what it was but it was white and it was creamy and, tag-teamed with the bacon, it kind of overpowered the turkey but the bacon-cheese combo overpowers most things. The mayo on the sandwich was applied to the bread pre-grilling which, a few years ago, I would have said “ew” to but recently I had the revelation that mayo is just eggs and oil (no, not that part) which are both things that are perfectly alright to be applied to direct heat (that part) and I’ve been waiting to try frying my grilled cheese with mayo on the outside but I never buy bread and I never buy mayonnaise - Why buy mayo when you can make aioli? - so I finally got to try this technique at Sammy’s and I have to admit I didn’t notice anything inherently distinguishable about it but, again, bacon-cheese combo. Overpowers everything but...    OK, probably the last time we get to do this this year unless somebody wants to drive me somewhere during December and January so we have to make this one good.    Let’s see, let’s see, let’s see...    [clears throat] But the real blackout drunk correspondent of Armenia Decides, 2018... No no no.    [clears throat again] But the real evil twin unplugging the good twin’s life support so she can assume her identity and run off with her husband... No. Come on, man, you got this. You have literally nothing else.    OK, I think I got it.    But the real guest star in the dangers-of-huffing-gas-as-a-pregnant-teen episode of this highly rated Saturday morning teen show never to be seen again as, metafictionally, her character had been shipped off to an island of misfit one-off characters, each themselves never to be seen again, turned cannibal after the last hunt didn’t yield the boar’s head required to appease the god behind the sun, he who in-turn took his great veil from the white ball in the sky and scorched their crops in anger and now, teen pot dealer and teen wheelchair basketball player and teen army brat and teen with an eating disorder and all the rest, none of whom were ever seen again, are forced to turn on each other for survival, their malevolence a dance for the god behind the sun’s enjoyment, for when enough blood is spilled he veils his white ball and grants them rest from the heat, but now, a new arrival - The Pregnant Teen Gas Huffer... is the house sauce, which I suspect is a honey dijon vinaigrette. It was sweet, a little complex but not so complex that I couldn’t guess what it was while I was eating it. It stood out and balanced the savory fattiness of the bacon-cheese combo.    The lettuce?    We don’t have to do the lettuce thing, do we?

   I mean, it’s probably the last time this year.

   Overall, not a bad bike ride, it was a pretty decent sandwich - it was good but I’m not falling over stupid for it. I mean, hey, it filled me up and I ordered the half sandwich. If there was a quarter sandwich option, I’d go for that. It tasted good, too. She asked me how it was and I told her it was wonderful and she said she was glad I liked it and I told her I was glad she made it.    I guess that there was a sense of openness, of community to the place, which we’ve been over before: I prefer to go to places that feel worn in and homey. Places like Band Box and Ideal where the proprietors and the patrons are literally neighbors, where people have been going for years, people who are eating there now worked there in high school because their parents knew the manager. Sammy’s has that vibe.    It’s kind of like Nye’s.    I liked Nye’s (yes, past tense) when you could walk in and say hi to Phil, sit down, and have an ice cold Żywiec and there was a college football game on you could ignore and it was red Corinthian leather booths and tacky martini murals on the walls and mirrors behind the bar to make the liquor selection look more impressive (or whatever the mirrors are back there for) and it was locals in there.    Last time I was in Nye’s, there was no Phil, the new guy didn’t know what Żywiec was, the interior designer clearly got all their ideas from IKEA (still love you, IKEA, but you are not meant for a bar), and the only patronage in there were literally tourists asking about the history of the Mississippi River.    I can’t fuck with that scene because it doesn’t feel like it’s a part of the community that supported it through the years. Ownership changed and nobody gave a fuck about preserving the community aspect of the place, it’s clearly a cash grab more cynical and distasteful than when they made Game of Death with B-roll of Bruce Lee and two actors who looked nothing like him.    Sammy’s, on the other hand, feels like it’s part of its community. Established in Near North, playing a role in Near North, employing Near North, feeding Near North.    GO.    GIVE.    THEM.    YOUR.    MONEY.

* I was once briefly involved with a Randian Libertarian who called me literally a “bleeding heart commie” because I told her Atlas Shrugged was “right-wing oriented”. Ah, to be young again.

[haechanhearts]

Drabble Game

I will be starting my countdown to 400 followers with this drabble challenge! 

Rules: Send an ask with a number (up to two numbers) and the person you would like to be in it! I will write for everyone in bts, nct, and stray kids! You can also specify whether you want it to be fluff or angst but its not mandatory.

example: 24 + 16 with mark

A prompt can only be used once, so I will continuously try to update which are taken and which are not!

I will be starting these today, but please be patient bc I am still writing my social media au 

Prompts:

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.” (nct jisung)

“Who gave you that black eye?”

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

“I just like proving you wrong.” (winwin/ sicheng)

“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” (winwin / sicheng)

“Forget it. You fucking suck.”

“Quit it or I’ll bite.”  (stray kids jisung)

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!!”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Take. It. Off.”

“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” (Bang Chan)

“Stop it! It tickles!”

“It’s okay to cry…”

“And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

“D..did you just make that noise?”

“He’s a bad kisser.”

“You can scream if you want.”

“I didn’t know we were keeping track.”

“We’re playing checkers. If you don’t like it, leave.”

“One of them’s missing.”

“Save some for me.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re still mad?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“You better watch yourself.”

“Eat your lunch and you wouldn’t be hungry.”

“Why did we have to have kids?”

“Call on Line 1”

“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”

“I’m done! You can fix it!”

“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“Where did he go?”

“You leave whenever you feel like it.”

“I forgot I was a single parent.”

“Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  

“Frost the damn cupcakes.”

“Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”  

“I thought you were dead!”

“I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”

“We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  (winwin/ sicheng)

“You just wanted them because the light up.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  

“It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

“I don’t do hugs.”

“Don’t talk anymore.”

“I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

“How do I even put up with you?”

“I said get rid of it.”

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!” (woojin..my baby)

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“Can you just man up and change his diaper?”

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

“I have a secret.” (chenle)

“I won’t let you get hurt.” (Minho)

“You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”

“He’s four years old!!”

“I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“Me and the boys will handle it.”

“You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight.”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“You’re a dork, just like your father.” (winwin / sicheng)

“Mind if I join you?”

“Daddy!”

“I lost our child.”

“That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”

“My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?” (woojin)

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?” (renjun)

“You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

“Come on, baby, up to bed.”

“They got you a present. Isn’t it sweet?”

“Am I scaring you?”

“Run! You said you’d work out with me!”

“After everything…I’d still choose you.”

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?”

“Trust me.”

“Scoot over a little bit, please.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

“Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.”

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“You got a cute butt.” ( nct jisung)

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.” (stray kids jisung)

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”

“…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

“Keep pedaling and don’t stop, okay?”

“You, me, popcorn, two liter Dr. Pepper, and a movie. You in?”

“Have you seen my contacts?”

“Life is a highway, and I’m always drunk. So I’m not driving.”

“Quit stalling. Where’s your father?”

“You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”

“Is he coming home?”

“I prefer blondes.”

“No more dogs. How hard it it to understand?”

“I let you win.”

“I broke your nose, and I’m sorry for that. But what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

“Can I do your hair?” (changbin)

“Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.” (renjun)

“I told you not to jump on the bed!”

“He’s pampering me, let him be.” (yuta)

“Ready or not, here I come.” 

“I’m worried about losing my job!”

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

“Happy new year!”

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”

“You nap, I’ll stay awake.” (changbin)

“It’s turbulence. It’s normal.”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

“You fell asleep in the tub?!”

“Are you doodling?”

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.” (xuxi/ lucas)

“Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.”

“Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”

“Enough with the pillow talk, I’m tired.”

“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it.”

“We need groceries, not just junk food. You’re worse than the kids.”

“Is this our closet? Or your closet?”

“If I win, you do dishes for a week.”

“Fist bumps are cooler than high-fives…”

“Use your words.”

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

“Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

“Get out of my face before I hit you.”

“I don’t care if your 4 or 40, you don’t hit people.”

“You only care about football, beer, and raking leaves.”

“Look! Fireflies!”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

“I just need ten minutes.”

*Make Your Own*

Ok! I’m very excited for this! please send in your requests! Let’s try to complete at least 1/4 of this list, that would be wild!

[wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey]

Full Metal Alchemist Netflix!!! (spoilers ahead)

okay so yeah I’m not sure how they are gonna condense FMA into a successful movie and while there are probably going to be a lot of missing people/plotlines I am so psyched I don’t even care that.  I’m just gonna enjoy the good stuff and shrug at the rest.  here goes nothing:

-me, during the opening scene:  *fully expecting the Hogwarts Express to appear any second, with a flying Ford Anglia in its wake*

-this is a very crisply colored film so far and I love it

-MY BBY BOYS!!! HUGGING THEIR MOM!!! *valiantly tries not to cry already*

-yeah no I’m crying already

-dark and gloomy funeral OMG Ed and Al are holding hands to support each other I CAN’T

-LIL ALCHEMISTS AT WORK!

-I’m happy to see that Edward Elric is just as outrageously fashionable as always, that red coat is on POINT

-Ed stop getting your butt kicked and do some alchemy

-oh yeah, Ed proceeds to perform alchemy without a circle and takes out...whatever those alchemy critters are AND THERE IS AL MY SON THE SOUL IN THE SUIT OF ARMOR

-lol Ed seems way more chill than he is in the manga/anime, I mean he hasn’t flipped out about being short yet.  Still he is v. Enthusiastic and Quite Cute

-ED YOU ABSOLUTE dORK

-I CAN’T WITH HIM AND NEITHER CAN POOR AL LOL

-WOOOOOHOOO ROY MUSTANG AND RIZA HAWKEYE IN THE HOUSE

-WHO ARE YOU CALLING PUNY ok there is the Ed we all know and love

-wow the Homunculi look pretty accurate, which means Gluttony is extra ugh

-ok but seriously my favorite thing is how people assume that Al is the full metal alchemist because he is...all metal.  And Al is like no really.  not me

-AWWW my brother may be small but he has a big heart

-So I’m not sure why Winry isn’t a blonde but she is still very cute

-ED IS SO PASSIONATE AND SAD WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT GETTING AL’S BODY BACK :( and when he says he would do anything for Al and the camera focuses on Riza who looks like she could very well be saying I understand I would do anything for Mustang

-MAES HUGHES!!!!  I AM SO HAPPY AND SAD RIGHT NOW.  BECAUSE ED IS SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM AND THEY SMILE AND HUGHES IS A GOOD FRIEND AND dAMN IT I’M GONNA HAVE TO WATCH HIM DIE ALL OVER AGAIN WHAT THE HECK

-Ed is really freaking cute

-Winry scolding Ed about taking care of his metal arm and Ed apologizing I’M EXPLODING WITH HAPPY FLUTTERBYS AND RAINBOWS--AND SO IS MAES HUGHES LOOK AT THE SHIPPER ON DECK GRINNING 

-wHERE IS BBY ELICIA AND WHY HASN’T HUGHES DRIVEN PEOPLE TO DISTRACTION WITH HIS PROUD PAPA ROUTINE??!

-oh she isn’t born yet... :/

-I have never been able to decide which is sadder, Al never being able to sleep and feeling alone or Ed having nightmares about what happened and feeling guilty

-that is a BEAUTIFUL dog and NINA IS SO CUTE AAHHH MY HEART IS GONNA BREAK LATER

-AL PLAYING WITH NINA OH MY HEART

-(tbh some of this plot is getting tangled up in my head, like is that how it went in the anime I don’t remember)

-*cries everytime Nina is onscreen*  AL AND WINRY PLAYING WITH HER *cries harder*

-there’s that Hogwart’s Express again

-Winry:  you were Nina’s favorite

Ed, proudly:  ah little kids like me

Winry:  yeah because you are tiny

THE BETRAYAL

-ED X WINRY OTP THEY ARE THE CUTEST

-I kind of adore the aesthetics of this movie.  I want Winry’s dress

-hey Dr. Marcoh.  Um bye Dr. Marcoh

-NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOO NINA!!!  WHYYY

-F*** YOU MR. TUCKER

-WHY ARE THERE BIRDS CHIRPING IN THE BACKGROUND THIS SCENE IS A TRAGEDY

-FURIOUS ED IS FURIOUS THERE IS MY HOT-TEMPERED GOOD-HEARTED SON

-AL:  SHUT UP OR I’LL BE THE ONE TO LOSE CONTROL

-play with me?  *cries forever and ever* my heart

-oh come on don’t show me Nina’s ball lying there alone never to be played with again

-tired mussy-haired Ed = the cutest

-MAES HUGHES YOU ARE TOO SWEET *CRIES FOREVER* 

-Oh hi Lieutenant Ross!  (I just realized there are a LOT of people who don’t appear to be in this)

-YOU AND I ARE FRIENDS AAHHH HUGHES AND ROSS WORKING TO HELP ED AND HUGHES WON’T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER AND OH DRAT IT I CAN’T STAND TO SEE WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN SOON

-ED IS ALL SAD AND UPSET TILL HE SEES THAT AL IS DEPRESSED AND THEN HE TRIES TO CHEER UP HIS LIL BRO, EXCEPT AL WORRIES ALL HIS MEMORIES ARE FALSE AND AND 

“TRUST ME”  

“hOW CAN I TRUST ANYTHING, I’M HOLLOW!!!”

BROTHER FEELS AND ANGST WAIT NO AL OF COURSE ED IS YOUR BROTHER STOP FIGHTING :(  

Al, when Ed is angrily punching him with his human fist: BROTHER USE YOUR RIGHT HAND YOU’LL INJURE YOUR LEFT HAND  *cries* HE STILL CARES ABOUT HIM

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH (THANKS WINRY)

-”BROTHER IT HURTS”  *SCREAMS INTO THE VOID*  *FLINGS SELF INTO THE SUN

-ED’S HEAD BUMP AGAINST AL’S ARMOR *FLINGS SELF INTO THE SUN aGAIN*

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MAES HUGHES NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I AM NOT READY FOR THIS NOOOOOO WHYYYYYYYY 

NOT THE PHONEBOOTH

NOT THE PHOTO

NOT--ROY???  (sidenote:  if they’re gonna make it look like Roy did it why even introduce Maria Ross earlier?)

IN CONCLUSION I HATE EVERYTHING

-lies I’m not done yet I can go on I can make it through the rest of the movie

-NVM I CAN’T ED LOOKS SO BROKEN

..................*SIGHS*

-okay not sure where they are going with the story from here on out given them blaming Mustang but I am here for Riza Hawkeye and Ed working together to escape 

-I AM CONFUSED

-ok is that real Roy or fake Roy ok this has to be fake Roy?  Because why would real Roy want it to look like he is killing loyal soldiers?  oh waiit wait WHAAAAAAATT

IT’S FAKE ROSS I GET IT THEY JUST SWITCHED A LOT OF THINGS AROUND

THERE IS A LOT MISSING FROM THE MOVIE

-CAN WE NOT KEEP SHOWING HUGHES’ DEATH OVER AND OVER I FREAKING CANNOT HANDLE THIS WHYYYY I’M CRYING 

-UMMMM GLUTTONY IS FRICKING WEIRD (lol if Emma does her sassy recap I can’t wait to see her reaction to him)

-OKAY BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW LUST SAYS ROY HAS A WEAK SPOT RIGHT AFTER HE STEPS IN FRONT OF RIZA TO PROTECT HER AND GETS INJURED AND WHILE SHE IS SAYING THIS RIZA IS SUPPORTING HIM IN HER ARMS OKAY THANKS

OTP RIGHT THERE MATES OTP

-OH okay Tucker has Al and Winry and I don’t even know what is happening anymore

-THERE IS LITERALLY SO MUCH MISSING FROM THIS.  I CAN’T BLAME THEM BECAUSE HOW DO YOU REALLY MOVIE AN ANIME BUT STILL

-what...what does Tucker want again?

-if Colonel Roy Mustang doesn’t get to destroy Lust like the badass he is then WHAT IS EVEN THE POINT

-*gets distracted from my mutterings because ROYAI*  

-I’m...still not exactly sure is going on like General Hakura what? but ROY IS LEANING ON RIZA FOR SUPPORT AND THAT IS A BEAUTIFUL THING

-FIVE MINUTES LATER AND ROYAI STILL HANGING ON TO EACH OTHER

-OKAY THESE WEIRD GUMMY CREATURES ARE HIGHLY DISTURBING

-WHERE DID ENVY AND GLUTTONY GO?

-I AM V. CONFUSED

-goodbye Hakura you won’t be missed

-ah there is Envy

-actually Gluttony really didn’t need to show up again like ew

-RIZA NOT WANTING TO LEAVE ROY’S SIDE BUT FOLLOWING HIS ORDERS

-okay but why was Al all unconscious before and how did he wake up I missed that

-OH YEAH ALPHONSE PERFORMING ALCHEMY WITHOUT A TRANSMUTATION CIRCLE (look I realize it isn’t a good thing necessarily but it is very cool)

-wait Envy better not be dead just like that because um I really love how everything goes down in the anime

-BUT AT LEAST IT LOOKS LIKE MUSTANG’S GONNA DESTROY LUST

-*SHRIEKING* RIZA WAS GIVING OUT ORDERS LIKE A BADASS BUT HESITATES JUST A SECOND WHEN SHE SEES ROY’S BLOOD ON HER HAND AAAAAAAHHHH THEN SHE GETS BACK TO WORK AAAAAHHHH OTP OTP OTP

-OKAY THIS IS ALL A MESS STORY-WISE BUT I GOTTA FIND THE BRIGHT SPOTS SO ED SAVES ROY AND AL SAVES THEM BOTH AND ROY THROWING LUST’S WORDS BACK AT HER, PRETTY RAD

-AL PROTECTING THE OTHERS WITH HIS ARMOR BODY

-wait Gluttony is still alive...”Lust is dead” apparently he’s not too cut up about Envy though

-ALPHONSE!!!  MY HEART :(  POOR ED :(  AL YOU SWEETHEART “IF IT’S AT THE PRICE OF A LIFE, I’D RATHER STAY LIKE THIS”

-I’M SORRY I’M CRYING OVER HERE CRYING OVER ED TELLING AL HIS BODY HAS GROWN AND AL IS TALLER THAN ED AND LOOK THE BROTP IN THE ANIME IS MY FAVE THING EVER AND IT WAS NOT AS PRESENT IN THE MOVIE AS I WANTED BUT THE MOMENTS WHERE IT IS REALLY GET ME

-ROYAI ROYAI JUST HUG HIM GIRL OH GOSH THE LOOK BETWEEN THE TWO

-”get promoted and expose the truth behind the mystery” look is the Fuhrer a thing, like Greed never showed up, if they are doing a sequel they have stuff to work with but it so far off the original storyline at this point

-ED AND AL AND WINRY ARE THE CUTEST

-BYE BYE HOGWART’S EXPRESS

(BTW IF WE ARE DIVERTING FROM CANON WHY COULDN’T WE GET TO ACTUALLY SEE A ROYAI WEDDING?? ?)

[ladywithoutababy]

IVF Transfer #1: 41 weeks pregnant

Did you know you can be 10 months pregnant? How about 10 and a half? Because for first time babies, the average length of pregnancy is 41 weeks and 3 days. (We did not know this.)

Logically, I know how averages work, and that I should have been prepared to have my baby at 41 weeks and 3 days, or even later. Emotionally, I’ve been having a breakdown in slow motion since we passed our “due date” (absolute bs) a week ago.

Here’s what it’s like to be 41 weeks pregnant:

I’d always heard that people who go past their due date think the baby is never going to arrive, and didn’t understand why that would be your reaction. But now, as with so many fertility/pregnancy tropes, I get it. It’s not like a hyperbolic expression (”this baby’s never going to come out lol”) – I’ve literally been starting to fear that this is an indication that something is wrong, or that there never was a baby in there in the first place, and that after all this I won’t get to have a baby after all. I know this is irrational. I don’t know how to convince my brain that it’s irrational. I wonder if this is common for people who’ve gone through infertility. I feel totally insane.

I’m already two weeks into my maternity leave because I was terrified of not being ready in case the baby came early (ha). I'm anxious and bored because I can’t distract myself with work, and can’t stop thinking about the leave time that I’m “wasting”. Everyone keeps telling me it’s not a waste and I should enjoy this time and when the baby’s here I’ll wish I could go back in time to when I had nothing to do, but that’s like when you’re in college and grownups keep telling you to enjoy it because after college you have to be an adult – doesn’t really work in the moment, does it?

Speaking of everyone, a big hallmark of going past your due date is every person you’ve ever met texting you on a daily basis to ask incredulously if you’re still pregnant. I know they’re trying to help (and on some level, it does help my mental state to have people checking in), but it just adds to the feeling that there’s something wrong with me and that I owe everyone an explanation for why this is taking so long.

The pelvic pain. My god. I wish I had the words to describe this. Well, I guess it feels like a large baby head is resting on my pelvis at all times. It started as discomfort maybe a month ago and has progressed into constant pain. I can’t sit comfortably, especially for long periods of time. I can’t lay on my back because then my organs get crushed. Laying on my side feels ok but then is excruciating when I have to shift positions or sit up (because it moves all that weight right back on top of my poor pelvis). My pelvic bones now click when I sit up, apparently because ligaments are loosening and they’re just rattling around in there. I know, gross. I keep telling myself this is all part of my body getting ready – it’s a good thing if my ligaments are “loose” (ew) – but see bullet #1.

My fingers are swollen, like everyone said they would be, but they also hurt; I’m not sure if this is because I’m predisposed to arthritic joint pain or if this is a normal late pregnancy thing for everyone.

I’m so mad at my husband. Just all the time. He’s trying his best (and he’s been really an angel throughout this whole pregnancy), but there’s unfortunately not a whole lot he can do to make me more comfortable or less crazy, and I think we’re both just out of patience at this point. TEN MONTHS IS SUCH A LONG TIME. 

I’ve been going into the doctor weekly since 37 or 38 weeks, and at 39 weeks they started doing a weekly non-stress test (”NST”) where they make sure the baby’s heart rate accelerates when he moves, and an ultrasound to check his size and my amniotic fluid. I think normally you don’t start doing this until 40 or 41 weeks, but because I’m “advanced maternal age” (omg 35 so old 🙄) they started early. I have my 41 week appointment today, and will have to talk to them about scheduling an induction – they don’t like you to go past 42 weeks, especially if you’re over 35. Look ladies, I don’t like to go past 42 weeks either.

I had always thought of induction as a no-brainer, like an easy out once you get tired of being pregnant, but there really don’t seem to be any of those when it comes to fertility and pregnancy. Everything has risks, so you end up constantly weighing pros and cons and never knowing if you’re making the “right” decision. Apparently if you get induced, it can mean more pain, longer labor, higher risk of bleeding, higher risk of other interventions which each carry their own risks for you and the baby, etc etc. So, while the induction is tempting because it would give me a hard date to look forward to, I’m still hoping this baby decides to show up on his own.

Yes, there are also “natural” induction methods. (Wow, you can really tell how grouchy I am by how many quotes I use in a blog post, huh?) Most of them – eating dates, drinking raspberry leaf tea, acupuncture, suppositories – don’t seem to have any real evidence that they work. And the ones that do have some (low) rate of success are incredibly unappealing. Are you ready? They are:

A membrane sweep, where your doctor “separates the membrane that surrounds your baby from the lower part of your uterus down by your cervix“. It’s painful, can lead to non-constructive contractions that just make you uncomfortable and unable to sleep, can break your water in a way that requires emergency medical intervention, and doesn’t work the majority of the time.

Sex, which everyone recommends but then immediately follows up with the caveat that you probably don’t feel like having sex, and when they were pregnant they either couldn’t bring themselves to do it, or they did it and had a horrible time (everyone I know who’s managed to do it in their final weeks of pregnancy only did it once, which should give you an idea of how fun it is). Also, this doesn’t work the majority of the time.

Nipple stimulation. I swear to god, if one more person suggests this, I’m going to... I don’t know what. But I would really like people to stop suggesting it. First of all, stop talking about my nipples. Secondly, I can’t imagine anything less annoying right now than someone stimulating my nipples. Thirdly, this doesn’t work the majority of the time. Fourthly, when it does work, it’s after stimulating nipples for TWO HOURS PER DAY.

The whole thing is really kind of funny, isn’t it.

And that’s that. I’ve been pregnant forever. I’m not complaining. I still feel very grateful to be pregnant. But it’s weird how even at this point, the actual “baby” still seems hypothetical. I hope he becomes real soon.

[aristocratlegacy]

Chapter Seventy (!): Night Out

Chloe: “And you’re sure you’ll be ok? Your birthday was only a few days ago, sweetie- I don’t want to make you feel like we’re making you grow up too fast!”

Pierce: “Chloe, she’s been able to speak in full sentences since she was literally a toddler, I think she can handle it.”

Chloe: “But you don’t know that! Maybe she’s just putting on a brave face! I was a big sister- I know what the pressures are!”

Roswell: “You’re still a big sister, Aunt Chloe.”

Chloe: “I know! And it’s a lot!”

Roswell: “No need to worry, though. My father is right! I’m complete ready to take care of my cousins, we’ll juts hang out like always, but now I can use the stove!”

Chloe: “No!”

Pierce: “Chloe, I taught her how to cook, it’s fine.”

Chloe: “No stove! Microwave only! No alcohol, just watch cartoons until we get back and eat the leftovers in the fridge.”

Roswell: “Got it.”

Chloe: “I left a list with everybody’s phone number, and if we don’t answer right away, dm me on every single social media platform. Even LinkedIn.”

Pierce: “We trust you completely, Kiddo.”

Roswell: “Thanks, Dad!”

Vivien: “Who’s ready to party, babes?”

Walter: “Okay, Roswell, I wrote down everybody’s number and-”

Pierce: “Chloe already covered the overbearing mom thing.”

Vivien: “By cuties! Take care of my baby!”

Pierce: “If we don’t follow her, then she’s gonna just take the car and go without us.”

Chloe: “Bye babies! Call me if you need me!”

Roswell: “Bye guys!”

Barbie: “Byyyye!”

Chloe: “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

Pierce: “The three of us have literally not gone out since Barbie was born.”

Vivien: “Maybe you guys haven’t.”

Chloe: “But when was the last time that you stayed out past nine?”

Vivien: “.....I don’t answer to you, Chloe.”

Pierce: “Why are you so freaked out? Antonio is just gonna go to sleep, and Roswell will just do like a science experiment with Barbie and then they’ll post mean comments on videos saying the moon landing didn’t happen.”

Chloe: *Deeeeep breathe* “You’re right. There’s no reason that they’d do anything that they wouldn’t normally do. Let’s go.”

Barbie: “So…can we build that rocket you’ve been telling me about?”

Roswell: “The rocket is really more of a...long term plan. I don’t think anybody is gonna sell a couple of kids the kind of materials we’d need for it, and I don’t think it’s safe for us all to check out the dumpsters.”

Barbie: “You’re not a kid anymore, though.”

Roswell: “That’s...a very good point. Hmm,”

Barbie: “Ros?”

Roswell: “I’m thinking. Our parents trusted me to take care of you two, an taking you to go dumpster diving for the parts would be irresponsible.”

Barbie: “We’ll be fine! We’ll split the work and the responsibilities, that’ll even it out! You’re in charge of me, and I’m in charge of Antonio! Right Antonio?”

Antonio: “Bah?”

Barbie: “Exactly. We’ll be fine!”

Roswell: “I guess it’ll probably be fine.”

Roswell: “Alright, let’s go, we just have to keep an eye on the time and be back before our parents are.”

Roswell: “Agh! Ew!”

Barbie: “You okay?”

Roswell: “I’m fine! Just touched something wet- you two behave out there!”

Antonio: “Art…”

Barbie: “I’m loving that, Ants. You’re a genius. Like the big sticky mess guy, who’s that guy? Who’s the one with the big sticky mess?”

Antonio: “Ross…...well”

Barbie: “Pfft. Burn.”

Barbie: “Hey Ros did you hear what he said?”

Roswell: “I’m not stuck!”

Barbie: “No- he said you’re a big sticky mess!”

Antonio: “Burnd!”

Barbie: “Hah! Nice.”

Roswell: “Phew. Okay. I’m fine. I’m grown up. I’m the baby sitter. I did not get stuck.”

Barbie: “We already know all those things. Did you find it?”

Roswell: “Yes, actually, I think I have enough spare parts to make the fabricator run properly.”

Barbie: “Hell yes! What’s next?”

Roswell: “Crystals. Lots of them. And some kind of flying apparatus. We have a few options for that but I think I know our best bet.”

Barbie: “What...is this place?”

Roswell: “Spellcaster’s alley.”

Barbie: “Are we floating?”

Roswell: “Yup!”

Barbie: “Where’s the earth?”

Roswell: “It’s another dimension, I don’t know everything. Wait here for a sec, don’t let Antonio wander away. Sir? Hi, can I see your crystals?”

Wizard: “Ooohh-hoo-hoo! Naughty children out past dark unsupervised! Careful, or I’ll cast a spell on you! Wheee!”

Barbie: “Ahh! He cast a spell on me!”

Wizard: “I got your nooooose!”

Barbie: “Roswelll!!!!”

Roswell: “Whoa- what’s wrong?!”

Barbie: “He stole my nose!”

Roswell: “Who? Antonio?”

Barbie: “No! Him- the wizard- oh.”

Roswell: “Barbie, there’s nobody else here”

Barbie: “He disappeared! Now I’ll never get my nose back!”

Roswell: “You still have a nose, Barbie.”

Barbie: “Oh thank god. He must’ve given it back before he vanished.”

Barbie: “Can we ask one of those fools to teach us magic so we can get back at them?”

Roswell: “I mean, I can’t. I’m an alien, I guess you could in a few years, though.”

Barbie: “Hmm….interesting. Is there anything else you need?”

Roswell: “Uh...yeah, I gotta get a radar and a few other things.”

Antonio: “Whaa!”

Roswell: “Oh, shit. Antonio! Press the down button on the broomstick!”

Barbie: “Sooo...when you finish your spaceship, where are you gonna go?”

Roswell: “Uh, I can’t really...say it out loud?”

Barbie: “But you promised not to keep secrets from me, Ros!”

Roswell: “It’s not a secret! I just can’t say it in english. It’s more of a glowy mental thing.”

Barbie: “Can you try?”

Roswell: “Uh, sure….”

Bssssszzzt

Roswell: “You getting anything?”

Barbie: “Uh...I kind of smell pancakes?”

Roswell: “Yeah, that’s probably the best way for me to describe it.”

Barbie: “What do you think the pancake planet is like, Ants?

Antonio: “May-pull.”

Barbie: “Yeah that’s what I was thinking. I bet it’s really cool.”

Vendor: “You should obviously check out the lab if you want more information, but-”

Barbie: “What’s that?”

Roswell: “It’s a weird fruit. I think it came from my planet and it’ll help me triangulate it’s location.”

Barbie: “What’s that?”

Roswell: “A hat that will transmit my brainwaves out into space.”

Barbie: “What’s that?”

Roswell: “Codes to get into the abandoned laboratory outside of town.”

Barbie: “Are we...going to the abandoned laboratory outside of town?”

Roswell: “Yup, I just have to grab a few things there, and then one more thing, then we can head home.”

Roswell: “Hff, hnggg, shoot. I can’t get it open.”

Barbie: “I can help.”

Antonio: “Help!”

Roswell: “I’m not sure you guys are gonna be able to do any better than me.”

Barbie: “Won’t know unless you try. Ok- Pull!”

Barbie: “Ok, yeah, that bad boy is shut-shut.”

Roswell: “Maybe there’s a key somewhere?”

Antonio: “Color it in!”

Roswell: “Oh- Antonio, no, you probably shouldn’t mess with that.”

Barbie: “Why not? Somebody already drew lines all over it.”

Roswell: “Yeah, because it’s redacted, not because it’s art.”

Barbie: “That makes more sense, it was really bad art.”

Roswell: “Hmm, maybe I can look at these papers more closely and figure out how to get in there later, I don’t think we’ll be able to now.”

Barbie: “Did you get what you were looking for?”

Roswell: “Yup! Well, mostly. It’ll do for now.”

Barbie: “When you go to the pancake planet- are you gonna take all of us with you?”

Roswell: “Um...maybe? I don’t know if I can make a ship that fits seven people.”

Barbie: “Can me and Antonio come?”

Antonio: “Space!”

Roswell: “If Dad and your parents say it’s okay, I don’t see why not.It’ll be pretty cramped, though. We won’t get our own rooms anymore.”

Antonio: “Nooooo...thanks!”

Barbie: “Fine, then you don’t have to come to space!”

Barbie: “You promise you’ll take me with you?”

Roswell: “Of course. I hadn’t even really thought about it, I guess I just assumed that you’d come with me.”

Barbie: “Are we gonna come back ever?”

Roswell: “Of course! I think…”

Barbie: “You think?!”

Roswell: “I mean- I’m pretty sure. It might take a while to get there.”

Barbie: “How longs a while?”

Roswell: “Uh, a few years I’m guessing? Even if I bundle up a bunch of brooms together I don’t think that it’ll really go that fast.”

Barbie: “YEARS?!”

Rowell: “Are you okay?”

Barbie: “I don’t want to leave everybody for years, Roswell!”

Roswell: “Oh. Hm. I guess...I could go alone. That makes the most sense, right?”

Barbie: “I don’t want you to leave for years either!”

Roswell: “I mean I...kinda have to. Literally the whole reason I exist is so I could find my way back and tell my people about humans.”

Barbie: “Aren’t we your people, though?”

Barbie: “Is some quest from people you’ve never met really more important than your family?”

Roswell: “No! I mean…I….”

Roswell: “I’m not going anywhere yet, Barbie. Can we just...talk about this later?”

Barbie: “Fine. Can we go home yet, or do you have more stuff to get?”

Roswell: “I mean, I have one more big thing to get, but it’s kinda complicated. We can go home if you really want to. I’m kinda tired.”

Barbie: “Ugh. Fine. What is it, we can do one more.”

Roswell: “Okay, this is gonna be a little tricky but I think we’ve still got time before our parents come home, but I think if we ride these broomsticks we’ll be able to get there and back fast enough. Hopefully.”

Barbie: “Okay, when you said one more thing I didn’t think you meant cave-diving in El Salvadora!”

Roswell: “I said it was kinda complicated!”

Barbie: “Why do you always downplay everything when you talk to me?!”

Roswell: “I do not!”

Barbie: “You do! You do! You act like everything is simple and normal and then act surprised when we’re not all on the same page!”

Roswell: “Don’t act like I’m lying to you just because you didn’t have enough critical thinking skills to be able to realize that going on a mission into space would be more than a family vacation!”

Barbie: “I...I..mmm.”

Roswell: “Oh. No nonononono Barbie don’t cry! I’m sorry for yelling! You can yell at me back just stop crying.”

Barbie: “Jerk!”

Roswell: “Barbie come back! It’s not safe!”

Rowell: “Barbie!”

Barbie: “Ahhhhhh!”

Roswell: “Barbie!!!!

Antonio: “EEEE! BONES!”

Roswell: “Aah! Kids, get behind me, I’m the babysitter- I’ll protect you!”

Barbie: “Roswell it’s too dangerous!”

Roswell: “Hiya! Take that! Aaand that!”

Skeleton: “Waa!”

Barbie: “Are you okay Ros?!”

Roswell: “Oof, eyup, just a little winded.”

Barbie: “You saved us! I was so scared!”

Roswell: “And you’re squeezing a little tight there, Kiddo.”

Barbie: “Sorry!”

Roswell: “It’s okay. I’m really sorry for being a jerk before. I didn’t mean it.”

Barbie: “And I’m sorry for running off, too. That was a stupid thing to do, I was just upset because…”

Roswell: “I know, Barbie. I...I’m gonna miss you too.”

Barbie: “You’re my best friend, and I don’t want you to go away without me.”

Roswell: “I’m not going anywhere yet, and...maybe there’s another way. I’ll figure it out, because you’re my best friend too.”

Antonio: “Friend!”

Pierce: “Hah! And did you see the bartenders face when we-”

Vivien: “Yesssss!! Ahh…”

Chloe: “Shh- the kids are probably asleep!”

Chloe: “Hey, Ros...sorry we came home a little late.”

Roswell: *Yawn* “Oh, I didn’t even realize”

Pierce: “Were the kids okay?”

Roswell: “Oh yeah, no trouble at all. We just watched a few movies, they’ve been asleep for a while.”

Chloe: “Why don’t you go to bed, Ros. Thanks for being such a good babysitter and letting us have a night out. You’re becoming a very responsible young woman and I’m very proud of you.”

Roswell: “Oh, uh, thanks, Aunt Chloe.”

Chloe: “And Pierce- you’ve become such a good father, even though you were scared at first, and I’m proud of you.”

Pierce: “Uh, oh-kay?”

Chloe: “And Walter- you overcame your fear of being boring and asked out Vivien, and I’m proud of you too.”

Roswell: “Not gonna lie, that made mine feel less special.”

Pierce: “Yeah.”

Chloe: “And Vivi- oh sweet, baby Vivien! You’ve grown up so much and-”

Vivien: “Ooookay- it’s been so long since you’ve been wasted I think we all forgot how...supportive you can get. Go to bed, Chloe.”

Chloe: “Okay. Good night, kids.”

That’s it for now! I can’t believe I’m finally on generation 9- it’s been a long...5 years? Is that possible? Oof, anyway, we’re nearing the end, with one of my favorite generations yet. Thanks for reading and leave a comment if you liked it!

[verdigrisprowl]

April 7 Bevel’s Movie Night - Star Trek: TNG and Steven Universe

We watched the first episode, with Q. Prowl said almost nothing because I can’t fucking stand Q.

Bevel 7:51 pm *don't anyone mind the scattered machine parts and tools, she's in the process of moving them off important surfaces like couch seats and trying to make the place look a little more presentable, hope everyone likes the broken engine with a long flat piece of metal welded atop it, it's the new table* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:02 pm *Gave up on fixing the engine, did she? Soundwave stretches feelers down to see the, uh. New furniture. Before moving to his seat.* Bevel 8:02 pm *she might have broken it permanently by mistake while trying to fix it* *it's ok, she's building a new one upstairs* Bevel 8:05 pm Hi, Soundwave. *she tries to wave and nearly drops the armful of items she's carrying over to a crate* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm *Soundwave nods.* [[In a mood for romantic music, are you.]] Omicron 8:08 pm *Icy stumbles in, and pretends she didn't, nope, she's a strong predacon thank you* Bevel 8:08 pm *shrugs and dumps her armful* Sometimes it is really nice sounding. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm *Soundwave politely pretends her pretense worked.*

[[It is, at that.]] Bevel 8:10 pm *sticks her tongue out at him and then sings quietly along to the Song of Durin while she finishes cleaning up* Omicron 8:11 pm hello friends 😀 *yes is grinning, good mood almost rolling off Icy, chirps at Bevel!* Bevel 8:11 pm *chirps back* Omicron 8:13 pm ((icy's redesign is almost done...well the first stages is)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm [[Good evening, queen.]] Bevel 8:13 pm ((congrats, hope it goes smoothly Love songs. *amused look at Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm [[What.]] Omicron 8:15 pm to you as well soundwave, *shakes a wing and shakes Racer down, but catching him to let him run along after as she finds a place to settle* Bevel 8:16 pm ((gonna start after this song is over if that's ok? Omicron 8:16 pm (yep) VProwl 18:16 pm *appears* Ratchet 8:16 pm *pops in* Omicron 8:16 pm Racer: *startled meep at the appearances* Bevel 8:17 pm *waves to Prowl and Ratchet* Ratchet 8:17 pm *waves* Bevel 8:18 pm *watch your steps, she might have missed a tool or twelve* Omicron 8:18 pm *Ice Queen lifts a wing to them and lays down in her beast mode, pauses and gets up to pick up a tool and lean over and hand it back. yay for long necks* Ratchet 8:19 pm [[ did that say micheal bell ]] [[ is ratchet gonna think someone sounds a lot like prowl ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm ((it is exactly who you think it is)) ((he's in ds9 too)) Omicron 8:21 pm ((I never realized that)) Bevel 8:21 pm ((I love Star Trek guest stars VProwl 18:22 pm ... Is this the beginning of their serving together? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm [[For this crew.]] Omicron 8:22 pm Racer: *sniffing pedes if its okay* VProwl 18:22 pm Mm. Ratchet 8:22 pm [[ isn't this like episode two or three ]] Bevel 8:23 pm ((It's the 1st and 2nd episode. Omicron 8:23 pm [oooh god XD] .....the frag ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm [[As bad as the greyfaces.]] Omicron 8:27 pm Who is that? *icy frowns* Bevel 8:27 pm Queue? Omicron 8:28 pm Racer: *puzzled, but sniffing to look for prowl if aloud* VProwl 18:29 pm *back by Ratchet.* ((i'm sorry i just. i hate q so much.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm ((feel free to yell ooc)) Omicron 8:29 pm ((you're not the only one)) Bevel 8:29 pm ((or ic if need be VProwl 18:29 pm ((i don't even want to yell i just hate it)) Ratchet 8:30 pm [[ i also hate q ]] Omicron 8:30 pm Racer: *pats at Prowl's pede once finding it* (he's such an aft) Bevel 8:31 pm ((*loves him* >_> Ratchet 8:32 pm [[ i wish they had kept the cute miniskirt uniform forever ]] VProwl 18:32 pm ((i prefer them to have gender-neutral uniforms)) ((therefore: i'll accept the miniskirt only if spock wears it too)) Omicron 8:32 pm (he's a well written character, I'll admit, for what he's supposed to be but...meh) Ratchet 8:33 pm [[ what no i meant the one that male crew member was wearing ]] VProwl 18:33 pm ((oh i thought you were talking about tos)) Bevel 8:33 pm ((there's only one more Q episode I'll be showing after this two-parter, much as I love most of the Q episodes, so y'all won't have to suffer too much TNG with him. Omicron 8:36 pm ...what the frag? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm ((god)) VProwl 18:37 pm ((no, yeah, i can see this in 20 years)) ((ten. ... five. five years.)) Bevel 8:38 pm ((next week? Omicron 8:38 pm ((ews)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm *Soundwave blips. How dramatic.* VProwl 18:38 pm ((i read that as soundwave bleps and it was adorable)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm ((LMAO)) Bevel 8:38 pm ((awww ((was just thinking this would remind Prowl so much of a Quintesson courtroom Omicron 8:39 pm ((that would be awesome for soundwave)) Racer: *sitting on a prowl pede if needed?* VProwl 18:40 pm *...... reaches down to awkwardly pet?* Omicron 8:42 pm RAcer: !! *loves touch, but has a present* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm *Tired thought-mumbling.* [[Mockery court.]] Omicron 8:43 pm *Icy rumbles an agreement to soundwave, reminded of predacons being judged for their more primal ways* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *Perk.* [[Pleasant.]] *Not often a gift like his is shown.* Omicron 8:47 pm are all of that race that...aftish Bevel 8:48 pm I never met an alien like that. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm ((michael bell everyone)) Ratchet 8:52 pm [[ GEORDI ]] [[ i love ]] Bevel 8:56 pm It can not be that hard to reconnect the two sections. VProwl 19:01 pm ((he looks like such a dweeb)) Bevel 9:02 pm ((Who? VProwl 19:02 pm ((riker)) ((a shaven-faced dork)) Bevel 9:02 pm ((He looks so much better with the beard Omicron 9:02 pm (XD) VProwl 19:02 pm ((yep)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm [[Ah! The Doctor Bones.]] VProwl 19:03 pm *ugh.* Omicron 9:03 pm *Icy tilts her head* VProwl 19:04 pm *anyone who hates mechs AND Vulcans is someone who gets absolutely none of Prowl's support.* Omicron 9:07 pm Racer:: *been trying to get something unstuck from his teeth, and pops out one of his crystal shards, offers it to prowl* VProwl 19:08 pm ... *did he take it out of his mouth* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm ((i forgot how rough the pilot was))

*Soundwave looks at Racer's crystal shard from afar. He's offering mouth gunk?* Bevel 9:10 pm ((1st season in general is a little rough Omicron 9:11 pm That's one of the crystals he dug up in the mine, he keeps getting things stuck in his fangs. *Icy glances over, its not gunk, racer has no subspace access yet* Bevel 9:11 pm ((ah yes when the ferengi were still supposed to be threatening VProwl 19:11 pm ((*ferengi waving chainsaw* "Capitalism!")) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm ((LOL)) Bevel 9:12 pm ((lol Ratchet 9:12 pm [[ i keep falling asleep...... ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm ((fabu go sleep)) Bevel 9:12 pm ((*pats Fabu* Omicron 9:12 pm Racer: *drops the crystal shard, picks it up after licking it clean, then offers it to prowl* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm ((Friday the 13% Interest Rate)) Bevel 9:12 pm ((omg cro *whistles* Omicron 9:13 pm (*offer blanket for snugles*) VProwl 19:13 pm *kind of, stares it.* ... I see. Omicron 9:14 pm he's been learning how to give gifts, if you don't like it set it aside and offer it back after a time VProwl 19:15 pm *No, Data, you should never want to give up being what you are to be an organic. You're fine the way you are.* Oh, is that what—? All right. *Better help him learn about gift-giving. He takes it and sets it next to himself.* Thank you. Omicron 9:17 pm RAcer: *excitedly dances in place, not on prowls pede, and sits very proud of himself, meeping a welcome attempt* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm ((oh hey so fun fact: when i was little i used to take this hairclip my mom had and wear it and pretend to be geordi because i thought it looked like his visor. a couple years ago i found out his visor is literally that kind of hairclip painted.)) VProwl 19:18 pm ((oh wow)) Omicron 9:19 pm (that's awesome) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm ((it's not easy to see through, for the record.)) VProwl 19:19 pm ((it must not have been functioning correctly)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm ((LMAO)) Bevel 9:21 pm ((they also designed it like that so Levar could see some, earlier versions were so hilariously bad looking VProwl 19:21 pm (("god i can't see a thing" "good, you're already getting in character")) Omicron 9:21 pm they need a living ship, doesn't matter if the sparkling touches anything...most of the time Bevel 9:21 pm ((omg ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *He feels Picard's frustration.* Omicron 9:22 pm though messing with captain chairs isn't wise VProwl 19:24 pm (("as my son tries to tell you" yeah how dare the captain express immediate concern over a fucking child ignoring an instruction not to touch things and messing with the buttons on his chair, this literal military officer should be grateful at this civilian minor casually inserting himself into the chain of command.)) *... picks up the crystal to look at it.* Omicron 9:29 pm hmmm VProwl 19:33 pm ((I CAN' F UCKING STAND THAT PIECE OF SHIT)) Omicron 9:33 pm *its a relatively large sodalite slice, a sliver-white-blue* VProwl 19:33 pm ((T)) ((I WANT TO DRIVE A PICKAXE INTO HIS STUPID LITTLE CHIN CLEFT UNTIL IT CLEAVES HIS HEAD IN HALF)) Omicron 9:33 pm ((*offers and anger pop-stick*)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm ((my goodness)) Bevel 9:35 pm ((it's ok, this episode is almost over and then it's just one more episode with him after that ((but that episode also has Guinan and stuff VProwl 19:35 pm ((daft, smug, sanctimonious, arrogant little shit)) ((i spelled EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE WORDS WRONG MORE THAN OCNE)) Metrotitans. Alien metrotitans. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm [[Hmm?]] Omicron 9:37 pm ....living ships *Icy purrs fondly at that idea* VProwl 19:37 pm The ship and the city are independent sentient beings. Bevel 9:37 pm Oh! VProwl 19:38 pm *Was kind of obvious the first time Zorn started talking to his surroundings, but the ship made it obvious.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm *He thought perhaps there was someone camouflaged hiding in the room.* Omicron 9:39 pm can we get Primus, somehow to be aware of this...Q thing? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm [[And do what?]] Omicron 9:39 pm Flick him? VProwl 19:40 pm ... It's a prisoner. Bevel 9:41 pm Space jellyfish. Omicron 9:41 pm jellyfish ship VProwl 19:41 pm ((jellyship)) Omicron 9:42 pm ((Rapture would love to meet them...and try to snuggle them)) VProwl 19:43 pm ((Q YOUR COMMENTARY IS COMPLETELY FUCKING UNNECESSARY JUST GET OUT OF THE SCENE AND LET THEM TALK ABOUT THE JELLYSHIP)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm *...It's kind of pretty, for an organic. It has good taste in limbs, anyway.* VProwl 19:44 pm ((YOU'RE CONTRIBUTING NOTHING BUT SNEERS)) Bevel 9:44 pm ((color coded pink and blue jellyfish so you know one is a girl and the other is a boy space jellyfish ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm ((soundwave's ultimate forms)) Omicron 9:44 pm [let primus flick the anoyance far, far away on the godly scale of things] VProwl 19:45 pm ((I CAN SEE YOU MOVING YOUR SHITTY MOUTH Q)) ((KEEP IT SHUT)) Bevel 9:45 pm ((omg puff Omicron 9:45 pm aw, look at the squishy happy jellyfish ships VProwl 19:46 pm ((FUCK OFFFFFF)) Bevel 9:46 pm ((Q plz VProwl 19:46 pm ((UGH)) Bevel 9:47 pm ((I'd try to explain him but yeah. ((Onto better, non-Q things Omicron 9:47 pm at least their Captain has a good head and spark Bevel 9:48 pm I like Picard a lot. Omicron 9:50 pm *Icy nods, lets Racer climb over her to find another stashed crystal, resigned a long time ago for letting hatchlings hide things on her* Bevel 9:51 pm ((i want that backpack so bad sometimes Omicron 9:53 pm Racer: *inching over to Bevel, pads at what he can reach with a small paw* Bevel 9:53 pm *reaches down to pat him* VProwl 19:54 pm ... How did he successfully throw the sweaters across. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm [[Good arm strength?]] VProwl 19:55 pm The vortex should have pulled them down too. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:55 pm [[Perhaps it only registers living things.]] VProwl 19:56 pm The red one threw a rock. Omicron 9:56 pm Racer: *happy muffled meep, drops two shines and offers one to Bevel* Bevel 9:56 pm Garnet. VProwl 19:56 pm Gourmet. Bevel 9:56 pm *accepts with a smile* Is this for me? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm ((whoops i forgot the rock)) ((i'm not multitasking or anything no)) [[They're gems. It could mistake a rock for one.]] Omicron 9:58 pm RAcer: ya! -bounces and flaps a wing, then nuzzles against her- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm [[No, you broke it.]] Bevel 9:59 pm Thanks, Racer. I will have to get you something too next time you are here. VProwl 19:59 pm TECHNICALLY he didn't break it. He just completely failed in completing the one simple task that could have prevented it from breaking. Bevel 10:00 pm At least he tried. Guess he got too excited. VProwl 110:00 pm He should be blamed, but not for the thing he didn't do. Omicron 10:00 pm I have a feeling that might be my life when this one, or his clutch mats get older Bevel 10:01 pm *she tucks the shiny away into her subspace* Omicron 10:02 pm Racer: *happy hatchling, and picks up the other shiny, tail waves* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm [[It's like dealing with Smokescreen.]] Omicron 10:05 pm reality breaking somehow? VProwl 110:05 pm And here I was, trying to like him. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm [[Oh. He apologizes.]] Bevel 10:06 pm *giggles* Omicron 10:06 pm Racer: *paw pats at Soundwave's pede now* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm *Glances down.* Omicron 10:07 pm Racer: *offer the last crystal shine to him* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm *Soundwave accepts the shard and offers Racer a tiny pat.* *All right. Maybe he can relate to Garnet a little after all.* Omicron 10:09 pm Racer: *purr attempt at the pat* Bevel 10:12 pm ((wow sorry if i deafened anyone there Omicron 10:12 pm [its okay] Bevel 10:14 pm This looks like fun. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm [[...It does.]] VProwl 110:14 pm ... The instructional infographics are insufficient to describe how to accurately replicate the desired moves. Omicron 10:14 pm RAcer: *bounces around to the music, icy might be bobbing her head to it too* Bevel 10:14 pm I could find a version for Dancitron? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm [[He thinks they are reminder only. It looks like the main figure does the full moves.]] [[...And he would appreciate that. Take it to Arcade if you do.]] [[Rumble and Frenzy would appreciate it, he's sure.]] *Cover cover.* VProwl 110:15 pm Then you don't know what you're supposed to be doing until the exact moment you're already supposed to be doing it. Bevel 10:15 pm I will. *she's going to Earth anyway, might as well grab some game stuff for Arcade to play around with* VProwl 110:16 pm Unless there's an entirely separate training program. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm [[There might be. It could also be a matter of repeat exposure. Hmm.]] Bevel 10:17 pm Even mistakes are fun though. Omicron 10:17 pm true VProwl 110:18 pm *"mistakes are fun" what in the hell is bevel talking about* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm *She gets a lot of weird ideas. Blame her creators.* Omicron 10:19 pm Soundwave? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:20 pm [[Hmm?]] Omicron 10:21 pm I have an insecticon that wants to meet you at some point. she asked me to tell you that. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm [[...Why.]] *If this is going to be a joke at his expense about Insecticon queens...* Bevel 10:21 pm *oh teaching song, sits up* VProwl 110:22 pm *Prowl's not going to be around for that meeting.* Omicron 10:22 pm She heard you got racer to eat silver, it's made her life easier. I think its to give a thank you Bevel 10:23 pm Does Racer not like silver? Omicron 10:23 pm He didn't not like it, he wasn't sure it was something to eat until soundwave said so giving him a bit Bevel 10:24 pm Oh ok. I thought maybe he did not like it like how I do not like latinum. VProwl 110:25 pm ((does she think latinum tastes... too rich)) Bevel 10:26 pm ((lol Omicron 10:26 pm since Racer is the oldest, if he's eating things the other sparklings on the ship are interested it it too. Doesn't matter if me or their sires are eating things too ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm [[Then he is glad to have helped so much. A little silver is a good treat now and then, he's told.]] [[And helpful for forming new plating.]] VProwl 110:28 pm ((*hears the Robot Words*)) ((ariel is a transformer now)) Bevel 10:28 pm ((yes Omicron 10:28 pm yes, or coating other metals to get them to eat something that's not just gold sweet ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm *He's feeling personally attacked by this one.* [[Indeed.]] Bevel 10:29 pm *sorry Soundwave* *not intentional* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm *He's so sure.* Bevel 10:30 pm *makes a face at mention of gold* Omicron 10:31 pm ...? Bevel 10:31 pm Too sweet. Omicron 10:32 pm ah, yes at times Bevel 10:32 pm *doesn't like sweet things* Omicron 10:33 pm do you like copper or nickle wire? *yes she knows she has a bad habit of chew on those* Bevel 10:35 pm *shrugs* I like rust sticks if I am gonna snack on something, but I usually just eat or drink energon instead. My frame-type uses a burns a lot of energy. VProwl 110:35 pm *sometimes prowl is reminded that, to most people that aren't him, most of the environment around them is at least partially edible* Bevel 10:36 pm I eat treats other people make sometimes though. It is nice eating something else. VProwl 110:36 pm *hearing them talk about eating wires is one such reminder.* *it's wild.* Bevel 10:36 pm *Cybertronians evolved from scraplets?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm *DON'T YOU START ON THAT* Bevel 10:37 pm *"there's still scraplets how could we have evolved from them?"* Omicron 10:38 pm I don't know why, human refined copper just... tastes really good. so do some of their cars ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm [[...You consume their cars?]] Omicron 10:38 pm .......not all the time? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm ((did frasier ever have a musical episode and if not WHY NOT listen to him)) Bevel 10:38 pm Earth cars are not sentient. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm *...What is this.* Bevel 10:39 pm ((it did not but Niles and Fraiser did sing a few times ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm *...Is this language humor.* Bevel 10:39 pm *yes* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm *Scoot scoot.* Bevel 10:39 pm *she found it when she was struggling with learning English* Omicron 10:40 pm *knows its bad but sometimes can't help chewing on old cars when on earth....junk food like craving* VProwl 110:42 pm *... this video is stressful* Bevel 10:42 pm *oh Prowl* Omicron 10:42 pm ....huh VProwl 110:43 pm *there's a whole lot of moving things to read, it switches fast, and words are hard* Bevel 10:43 pm *yeah Bevel didn't learn much from it until she listened to it a buncha times* Bevel 10:51 pm ((didn't think y'all wanted to sit through a 20m version of the Misty Mountain song ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm *Soundwave's very... VERY very tired from recent events, and his ability to mask in public is running thin. He'll probably leave shortly. But not until after this song.* VProwl 110:54 pm *he's not alone.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm *Soundwave stands and dusts himself off, as though he'd been sitting there long enough to collect any.*

[[He appreciates the look into the Picard human's life, but he requires recharge.]]

*Nodding to each one in turn.*

[[Prowl, Ice Queen, Bevel. Goodnight.]] VProwl 110:56 pm @S «... Can I come over?» Bevel 10:56 pm *waves goodbye* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm @P: [[Without question.]] Omicron 10:56 pm have a good evening VProwl 110:56 pm @S «I'll meet you there.» Bevel 10:57 pm I will not be able to show anything for a little while since I am leaving soon. I tried to get Rolodex to host but *she shrugs* VProwl 110:57 pm *he slides his crystal gift into a thigh compartment, and disappears.* *the crystal clatters down onto his seat.* *he has apparently forgotten things don't come with him when he disappears* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm @P: [[All right.]]

[[The ingrate. Good luck with your... mission.]]

*Soundwave moves over to where the seat was, picks up the crystal, opens a bridge and trudges through it. He's too tired to even take the opportunity to fly.* Bevel 10:58 pm Thanks. Omicron 10:59 pm good night *chirps at Bevel, standing up* Bevel 11:00 pm *chirps back* Omicron 11:01 pm *icy gets up, with racer on her back and gives a head bump, remembers the stress she had before* Omicron 11:02 pm (thanks for the stream) Bevel 11:02 pm ((np!

[sequoiann]

❧ h.js | assassin!au

pairing; seventeen joshua x reader

genre; bulletpointed, assassin!joshua, fluff, doctor!reader, mentions of blood

collab with; @kpop–fics

tags; @lunarjihoon

notes; my asssassin!aus are getting waaay to fluffy for a supposedly dark au i’m sorry everyone AHAHA but hope you like this one!!

joshua assassin!au

did you think you were gunna get some dark shua

SIKE

jkjk

he’s the medic ??? of the team 

idk what you wanna call it but

he basically cures everyone on the team

and prevents them from dying lol

no i mean seriously joshua is seen as the florence nightingale of the group 

but ok he does go on the missions too

since he has the most advanced knowledge on medicine and stuff like that ,, he can make doses that can kill their targets

basically poison doses lol

andddd he’s always busy 

like 

he doesn’t have time to rest 

AT ALL 

because

every day 

like every single day

after every single mission

there would be at least one wounded member on the team 

“smh guys can’t you be more careful” 

“YOU TRY IT THEN” 

“...nvm” 

he usually does the behind-the-scenes work and not the actions aha

& he usually gets really worried when someone gets injured bc he knows how bad it could get

it could go from 

“seungkwan got a scratch on his cheek”

to

“SEOKMIN HAS HIS INTESTINES RIPPED OUT JOSHUA SAVE HIM” 

like what the fuck guys

well 

no matter how busy it could get 

it was something he did like doing 

he liked the feeling of being important to the team 

and 

the fact that he could make the members feel better

but surprise surpriseeeeee

he actually didn’t plan on becoming part of an assassin team 

all he wanted was to become a doctor 

but 

since his group of friends pulled him into this 

,,,

why not 

they were all childhood friends and had promised to stay as a group when they were still really young

and their friendship had remained strong throughout the years

so sure

they need someone to look after them anyways

it was kinda funny to imagine that they would be nowhere without him 

seokmin would probably have his kidney hanging out of his body or something

but today, it was joshua himself who got injured 

they were on a mission to kill the president of a corrupted company

so all of them went,, since the building was really big

and jeonghan stayed in the car as standby

jihoon too,,, he was just monitoring them aft hacking the building’s cctvs

soo for those in the building

they were moving tgt, although pretty spaced out

joshua lagged behind the group bc he was on the lookout

but suddenly someone just grabs him from the back and joshua managed to kick him off

but that man came back and just flung him

shua was practically thrown against a window + shelf while trying to attack back

and there was a huGEE gash running up his upper arm

resulting in his arm bleeding a waterfall of blood

apparently the company had higher security than they had predicted so

abort mission for real

when they were in the car + when they got back, joshua couldn’t do anything bc ,,,

i mean ,,,

how tf is he supposed to treat himself

soonyoung was just pressing a thick cloth onto the wound but it wasn’t of much help really

everyone else would be able to help with minor wounds but this one was asdfgkl

,,, joshua wouldn’t be able to help even if it happened on another member

it was that bad

and ok jeonghan knew how to stitch wounds up 

but they don’t have anesthetic

so he couldn’t stitch the wound up bc joshua would probably die from the pain first before dying from blood loss

and joshua was just getting paler and paler by the minute

this wound just couldn’t get treated by any of them

“i think we need to get you to a hospital”

cue joshua pouting bc he never really liked hospitals

the doctors never really cared

shua had a few hospital visits when he was younger

none of them being good experiences

like omg the doctors act as if everything can be cured by ice packs

got a bruise? have an ice pack. 

have a stomach ache? have an ice pack. 

broke your neck? have a fucking ice pack.

like do i look like a moron to you

ok back to the story

seungcheol was kinda hesitant at first but 

1. he knew their assassin group was pretty private so no one would recognize them 

2. shua was gonna die and

3. shua is screaming

ok not really screaming screaming

but making weird grunting noises

of pain

whatever 

he needed to live

the team needed him

so 

an hour later 

joshua and everyone else were in front of the local hospital 

andddd you worked there as a pretty experienced doctor

so! 

suddenly

that night

a horde of men just run into the hospital like a fucking tsunami was chasing them lmao

“is there a doctor available?!!!” 

you were the closest to them and you didn’t even have to ask who’s injured

bc this,,, brown-haired guy,,,, in the middle of all of them,,, being held up by 2 guys,,, was literally red

like i mean everything was red

except for his face which was ghostly !!! white !!!

but his clothes were soaked in his own blood and his flesh on his arm was cut open and it was so deep and just

omg it was really really gory

you were pretty shook

“did you guys murder someone or something??”

everyone just gave each other awkward glances 

like um techincally yes we did

you quickly led them to a room and did all the procedures

aka stitching of the wound

but you didn’t allow the whole group of them to follow you in bc you counted 13 of them in total like nonononono get out all of you

so only seungcheol followed

you stitched up joshua’s wound after injecting him with local anesthetic to numb the area

and seungcheol had to look away bc ew

joshua was still really pale tho like the amount of blood he lost was ,,, a lot ,,,

“i think he’s gonna have to stay here for a day or two,” you told seungcheol

seungcheol just nods and leaves and you try to call him back to sign the papers but he juST LEFT 

you were dumbfounded like okay so you’re just ?? gonna ?? leave your friend here ???

but joshua (you learnt his name from seungcheol while you were stitching up joshua’s wound) was asleep

and reasonably so

he would’ve been really weak and tired, considering how much blood he lost

you couldn’t help but stare at him for a while bc he,,, looked ,,, cute

there was a little frown on his face but he still looked pretty relaxed

and his features and everything were just so perfectly sculpted ajdskjfh

ok no y/n you’re a professional doctor stop it

so you let him sleep in the ward after updating his medical reports

and you were on night shift so you were gonna stay in the hospital through the night

you went on your daily rounds and settled more patients

but when you went to check back on joshua about 4 hours later

mEJIK

pOOf

hE wAs gONe

the hospital bed was empty ,,, with just a few cash notes lying on the sheets

o and a little handwritten note too

which just said “thanks for stitching up my wound & taking care of me”

and the amount of cash beside the note was the exact fee he had to pay

okay maybe a few dollars less but that didn’t really matter

what mattered was that hE wASN’T WELL ENOUGH TO LEAVE YET

the wound would open again if he does any strenuous activity omg

but that worry didn’t last very long bc you had other patients to take care of

you couldn’t keep him on your mind like that

fast forward a few weeks later

joshua’s wound !! has healed !!!

not completely but the stitches are out (yes he did it himself) and the wound’s pretty closed already

but he still wasnt in prefect condition so he was sent on a fairly simple mission

which involved killing someone again

but this target was hospitalized 

so it was an easy task

all joshua needed to do was to insert the poison,,, venom thingy,,,, into that person’s IV

but no 

it didn’t go as well as planned

he realized that the person was staying in the same hospital as he was previously

but he didn’t think much of it bc he was here for only a short while

and his identity wasn’t really recorded soOooO 

he just went into the target’s ward, acting as a visitor, a regular mask covering his nose and mouth

and a casual cap over his head

i mean he looked pretty normal

and the target was soundly sleeping

joshua pulled the tiny vile from his pocket, quietly grabbing the syringe from the nurse’ table at the corner of the room, filling it with the poison and injecting it into the IV

“what are you doing?” 

joshua threw the syringe under the bed and stuffed the empty vile into his butt pocket and turned around

shit 

out of all doctors, it had to be you

you ran over, pushing him aside, ripping the IV out of the patient’s arm

the patient had woken up, obviously alarmed and confused

joshua looked away, afraid of being recognized by both you and his target

he quickly turned and walked-jogged right out of the room

you quickly told the patient to just go back to sleep first and ran after joshua

but by the time you got out, you couldn’t see him anywhere 

so you just ran down the hallway, pulling out your phone and calling the hospital’s security.

“hello? someone just entered the---”

you didn’t finish your sentence

the door of the storeroom on your right opened and someone grabbed you, placing a hand over your mouth and pulling you in

your phone was snatched out of your hand and that person switched your phone off

the door got locked but the hand was removed from your mouth

you were about to scream but when you saw the perpetrator’s face ;;; 

“joshua....?” 

you recognized him almost immediately 

he was one of the patients you wouldn’t forget easily

besides, he just came in a few weeks ago

joshua smiles a little when you remembered him

“hey.”

“what the hell? why were you in the patient’s room? what did you put into the IV?” 

your voice was getting louder and louder, causing him to widen his eyes & place his hand over your mouth again

he shushes you

“stop speaking so loud!” 

you stare at him like ??? i’m speaking loudly?? you’re the one who just tried to kill my patient???

joshua couldn’t reveal anything so he just ,,

“that guy isn’t good.” 

you were so pissed like did i ask that ????

joshua just changes the topic suddenly like nothing happened 

and he thanked you for the other time

“i know i haven’t thanked you face to face yet, but thank you. it’s a lot better now.” 

you looked at his arm where the wound was, but it was covered by his sleeve so

nvm 

he smiled at you again and you wanted to scream at him like

stop !!! smiling at me !!!!!

he was so cute you really couldn’t take it 

and so you just snatched your phone from him and left the storeroom 

but not before joshua makes sure you “don’t tell anyone about anything” and “pretend he was never here”

like ok i totally can do that 

he honestly didn’t seem like a bad guy

he seemed to hv good reasons

but no your morals got to you

you had to report him

he nearly killed someone

but before going to the security, you went back to your patient’s room to check if he was fine

but the moment you stepped in

you got fuckign strangled

by your patient

he was shouting something like “are you from their team?! did you just try to kill me?!” 

you were just helplessly clawing at his hands while your lungs contracted

you panicked

but suddenly the pressure on your neck disappears and you just crUmble to the floor

joshua had kicked him in the face and he was sprawled on the floor now

joshua grabs another syringe that was from his jacket pocket and just stabbed it into the man’s neck 

and the man just went unconscious

you were still,,, on the floor,,, spluttering and wheezing

joshua rushed over to you 

“are you okay?” 

he pats you a bit, and he suddenly just reaches around your neck gently, his thumb caressing your sore skin

when you could finally breathe again, you were just

“what was that? did you kill him?” 

joshua shook his head.

“it was just a heavy dose of general anesthetic.” 

that was joshua’s back-up.

you heaved a sigh of relief ;;;  joshua would’ve gotten into huge trouble if the man died 

you got really suspicious of joshua bc of what the man had said to you so you started ,,, cautiously ,,,, questioning joshua

and joshua told you. bc he trusted that you wouldn’t do anything.

and you didn’t !!! bc he just saved your life ,,, he was obviously a good guy

everything he said made sense too sooo okay

so you became a new “partner” of his team

you always helped the members treat their wounds and everything whenever they got injured

it was fun

and joshua liked to make jokes about how “getting injured isn’t bad now, i get to see you” 

:”)))))