#seventh grade was weird bro

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Yall should I steal my mom’s copy of A Little Life to see if it’s actually worse than the fanfics I was reading at 13

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cliché

pairing: bsf!yeonjun x reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, crack, little angst

synopsis: after yeonjun hears you referring to him as someone who's like a brother ...he tries his hardest to make you see him as a potential boyfriend.

or in which you're perplexed at all the movie hangouts your friend has been initiating.

warning: mature language, reader is assumed to be fem

notes: honestly, i always try to cut down the word count to make it more available for people who only read drabbles/blurbs but i just CANT. so here's another short oneshot T-T and as always, reblog to help the algorithm pick up on this :D

yeonjun was confused walking back home -- no, the whole day, he was disturbed. the reason for this was yesterday...when he went to get drinks for both you and him at a frat party.

the crowds were insanely hard to get through (and it didn't help that people kept on stopping him to 'catch up' or whatnot) so it took him more than fifty minutes to come back with the drinks he promised to get.

but it looked like it was too late because the people you were surrounding yourself with when yeonjun was there...disappeared. instead, you're bundled up, alone in a corner, with a guy he does not know. which was already weird because yeonjun knew everybody, and that was enough reason for him to hurry his ass up through sweaty frat drunks and make sure the unknown guy isn't some sleazeball.

that time he wasn't aware that he rolled his eyes but he did conciously plan to squeeze himself into the conversation...and technically cockblock.

but when he neared you...that's when his world shattered...on more dramatic terms. it was more like his confidence was shot down to the deepest depths of hell.

"oh, yeonjun? pfft, he's like a brother!"

even though it was almost barely audible due to the blasting music, 'brother' to his ears were magnified -- the word circling through his head.

brother. brother?!

and as a result of this baffling situation, he had backed himself in an opposing corner with your cup in his right and his cup in his left, way further than you now, thinking of where did it go wrong?

he's never had someone friend-zone him -- for heavensake, he's yeonjun, he's aware of how attractive he is. but brother-zone? that was even worse of an attack!

it doesn't matter that you said it -- come on, that's barely the case. it's the fact that someone was so unattracted to him that he was seen as a sibling.

sure, you and yeonjun were a sort of bunch that have been together since... forever, really. seriously, you were friends since elementary -- when you joined the school, fourth grade, mindlessly kicking rocks at recess he approached you like the social butterfly kid that he was, asking you if you wanted to come play with his friends.

once he took another sip of the red cup in his right hand, the fruity punch being way too overbearing (just how'd you like it), he furrowed his brows together.

he definitely doesn't see you as a sister.

he'd have to admit that when middle school hit and his puberty was acting up around ...the seventh grade? he was convinced that he would eventually marry you like the way his parents were. a brother wouldn't have felt that way about his sister! normally that is...

granted, he mostly blamed that on the first strikes of puberty because right after middle school, he moved on from the thought -- completely abandoning his pre-puberty dreams, but that was besides the point!

he was getting nauseous from the sweetness of his drink and the further he thought about the way you thought of him, he felt that he would ruin the party by vomiting on someone.

his night was officially ruined. absolutely, fundementally, literally ruined.

and thats how he found himself unfocused on everything around him the next day, finally making the decision to consult with his roommates about this frankly, very big conundrum.

"you can't just purposefully leave out important details? like, how am i supposed to diagnose you properly bro?" beomgyu asked as he spammed the keys on his controller.

"you're not diagnosing me--" yeonjun exhaled, wanting to to keep the banter to the minimum in respect to the issue he's facing. "literally what do you think we're doing right now?"

"i'm going to be completely honest and say ...i have no idea-- shit, what the fuck are you doing heeseung? jump! jump!" he yelled towards the big screen in front of him.

yeonjun groaned, turning his head to behind the couch. "soobin, it's not too late to help out your only friend!" he yelled out in hopes of it reaching the guy's bedroom.

and with no response, he turned back to watching the game beomgyu was playing. "god, you know how many times i gave that guy life changing advice on women?"

"and this is how he repays me?"

beomgyu nodded along to whatever yeonjun was mumbling about until the brunette magically connected dots and euphoric realization hit him. beomgyu almost scrambled around to completely face him this time, "hold on, hold on. yeonjun you lost me, are you having girl problems?"

to that, yeonjun rolled his eyes. "i wouldn't call it 'girl problems', that sounds like a problem soobin would have."

"uh-huh ...uh-huh. no, no yeah." beomgyu said nodding mindlessly to save the guy some face. "heeseung i'm logging off dude, yeonjuns got girl problems."

yeonjun just deadpanned to the back of the guys head, having no will to correct him.

he wanted to get the pending issue out of the way first.

it was more situated a few minutes later. instead of beomgyu sitting on the floor criss crossed, leaned on the couch yeonjun was sitting on, beomgyu was now sitting on the chair next to the couch, his elbows on his knees, brows deeply furrowed.

and not to forget yeonjun's pen and paper in hand.

"so... you're trying to get a girl to like you?"

"not like. i want her to see me as someone she would want as a boyfrie--" when he saw beomgyus brow raising up as to say 'whats the difference' he cleared his throat. "yea, basically."

"don't you know how to do that though?"

he shrugged, "it's different this time."

"how?"

"trust me, it's very different."

"okay but how?"

"you'd be the last person i'd ask for an interrogation beomgyu, that'd be a task for like... taehyun or something."

"i'm sorry that i need to understand my client first--"

"i am not your client" yeonjun said, rolling his eyes.

"what's going on here?", yeonjun turned his head to see soobin behind the kitchen island, scooping himself some icecream.

"dude, where were you when i needed you?", yeonjun asked.

"me and yj are holding a dating therapy session."

yeonjun turned his head to beomgyu, "again, it's not a therapy sessio--"

"you're getting dating advice from beomgyu?" soobin asked, his face scrunched up doubting if it really got this bad.

and back to soobin. "when you say it like that.." "soobin can you please leave yeonjun alone? he's in a very vulnerable state right now"

then beomgyu again. "i'm seriously going to beat you up." he said, biting his bottom lip and raising his fist against his roommate. beomgyu immediately jumps dramatically, shielding himself with his arms up.

"see? he's getting violent!"

soobin finally plopped on the couch next to yeonjun with his cup of icecream. "explain it to me, maybe i can help you out."

"i'll save you the trouble, he's not explaining for whatever reason--"

"a girl said that i'm like a brother to her." yeonjun reluctantly mumbled.

a wave of silence hit the dorm, for a minute yeonjun thought they just didn't hear him and to be completely honest, he was about to thank the gods because he regretted saying anything the moment he did, but that thought was immediately shot down when both sides of his ears were being blasted by humiliating laughter.

soobin got up, patting yeonjun's shoulder as reassurance, still laughing. "yeah, good luck with that hyung."

"okay, it's not even that bad--"

"dude, not even cha eunwoo would survive the sibling zone." beomgyu said, a hard reality check for yeonjun. "though hyunbin might.." he mumbled to himself. yeonjun caught it though, but it didn't matter. yeonjun was no hyunbin.

"fuck." he breathed out, the utensils he was holding had lesser grip on them as he just stared into nothingness. beomgyu was right. he's forever stuck as a brother in your eyes.

but then a ring of his phone snaps him out of it.

when he checks the id, his ambition is restored almost immediately for whatever reason; it was you.

"yo why are you smiling?", beomgyu said trying to peep at yeonjun's phone, but yeonjun reflexes took over, and he immediately turned his phone off.

"beomgyu, don't you think i kind of resemble hyunbin?" he said with a head tilt and an overconfident smirk, talking like he just had an epiphany.

"the one from crash landing on you? uh no."

yeonjun jumped from the couch a new man, his pen and paper in one hand and his ringing phone on the other. he finally faced beomgyu as the man he was, choi motherfucking yeonjun. "i gotta answer this call...and also, if you ask anybody who my celebrity doppelganger is, everyone would proudly say its hyunbin dumbass."

then yeonjun left with a smile and a surge of new confidence overtaking his face as he spoke away on the phone with you, while beomgyu was left in the living room more than confused as he looked up the actor on his phone.

instead of finding the difference, beomgyus brain was tasking him into finding the similarities...which, there was one to yeonjun's credit.

black hair.

"when are the others coming?" you asked looking around the crowded floor as yeonjun was buying popcorn and drinks. "the movies about to start.." you mumbled, checking your phone for the hundredth time.

"oh, i guess its just me and you again." he said with the popcorn and bottle of coke finally in his arms.

"again? don't you think this is getting suspicious?" you said as you walked alongside yeonjun, not noticing the way yeonjun just gulped.

you stopped in your tracks, in turn yeonjun bumping into your back a little, a few popcorns dropping on the floor.

"hey...you don't think.." you furrowed your brows, in deep thought. this has been on your mind for a while now. "you don't think they're trying to set us up or something do you?"

after the third time your friends stood you and yeonjun up, you were starting to think they were pushing, what they called, the 'ynjun' agenda..but it was the first time you'd ever bring it up to yeonjun, so you just laughed it off -- scolding your friends will come on a later date.

"nevermind, lets go inside the movie theatre jun."

"ya' y/n, wait."

you turned around to an awkward standing yeonjun at first, but he immediately straightens up and clears his throat, with a smile you've grown so attached to -- the smile that reached his eyes. for something so simple, it made your heart beat a little quicker than normal.

"can you hold the coke for a sec? i'm trynna--i'm trynna do something."

you break into a light laugh, "um, okay." that snapped you out of it because you remember who he was again -- your platonic best friend.

you took the cola bottle off his right arm, expecting him to take his phone out of his pocket to check something.

but as you stared at your sneakers, checking if they're untied, you felt his hand on top of your head, which startled you.

you looked up to meet yeonjuns eyes, a brow raised.

before you could say anything, he ruffled the top of your hair gently, leaning towards you a bit, to shorten the height difference.

"y/n, let this be our first date." your platonic best friend's voice, so warm and gentle you thought you would only hear in dreams, said those words...to you.

"so you asked her out on a date but you don't even like her...? that doesn't make any sense." soobin said, sitting on the couch watching beomgyu hog up the tv screen, his use time running out.

"bros an asshole..but i feel like we knew that already-- fuck you heeseung. you fucking suck ass you need to get off my team." beomgyu yelled.

"okay, first of all, it's not that bad. she doesn't like me at all, plus the date was how we would usually hung out anyway."

soobin just shook his head -- being the only guy with a functioning moral compass amongst the people he called his friends was exhausting.

as soon as he was about to lecture yeonjun, the tv timer goes off -- and that makes his plan a fleeting thought.

"it's my turn now, throw me the remote."

"bro give me a second, let me finish this gam--"

"no! unplug your console." soobin yelled impatiently, he knew better than to let beomgyu go over the timer again.

beomgyu groaned, abandoning heeseung in the game and unplugging his console. when soobin got control of the tv and opened up netflix, beomgyu stood up to sit next to yeonjun -- who had gotten a notification from you.

"yj, who's the chick? you never told us."

"uh, you don't really know her." he mindlessly answered, focused on the messages from you.

[y/n, 9:16 pm] that serenade ..as cringe as it was.. [y/n, 9:16 pm] like lets be serious, there was NO reason for u to get on top of the cafeteria table lol

he hadn't yet told his roommates what he did this morning, thinking that he'd get a longer lecture by soobin.

but he had took inspiration from the movie you guys were watching the other night at the cinema. you talked his ear off about how romantic it was, how you would fall at the feet of dicaprio if he did the same to you..

he was no dicaprio, but he could try is what he thought. and though you forced him to get down half way through, he could still enjoy sharing the laughter, your laughter, that was ringing in his ear.

[yeonjun, 9:17 pm] as cringe as it was...? you're in love w me ;)

he typed it as a joke, a smile tugging on his lips waiting for your reaction to his teasing.

but beomgyu hovered over his phone out of boredom again, and out of instinct yeonjun threw his phone -- the three chois looking at the phone on the floor in shock.

"bro, why are you being so secretive? were you sexting?" beomgyu yelled, accusatory.

"can we collectively have some decency in this house, jesus fucking christ beomgyu." soobin muttered.

"shut up church boy, yeonjun's hiding something for sure."

"or maybe he just wanted some privacy dude?" soobin retaliated.

yeonjun jumped up pointing at soobin, "exactly! exactly! listen to soobin, you were invading my personal space. so not cool beomgyu."

"yeah, okay. you've never agreed with me with this much enthusiasm before. he's hiding something. quick, check his phone." to soobins order, beomgyu was prepared to run to the phone when he made eye contact with the owner -- but yeonjun was quick.

"good god, wait wait. what do you want beomgyu--fuck, if you wanted her name it's y/n alright? the chick's y/n!" yeonjun doesn't do well under pressure, at all.

"what are you talking about--" beomgyu's face morphed into shock with his mouth agape. "--oh my fucking god. yeonjun, y/n's the chick? the one who brother zoned you?" beomgyu yelled.

"yeah...?" he said hesitantly.

"i can't--i just can't. soobin knock some sense into him." beomgyu turned away dramatically, shaking his head.

"yeonjun--" soobin started.

"dude, y/n has been in love with you for like a decade!" beomgyu blurted out, turning to face yeonjun again, interrupting soobin.

"uh..no? guys, i literally told you that she said she sees me as a brother. i saw her telling some guy that at the frat party last week."

beomgyu walked towards yeonjun, grabbing both of his shoulders, shaking him, "she. didn't. brother. zone. you. you stupid fuck!"

"she's been saying that to people because its so obvious that every time she tries moving on, she still likes you." soobin added in.

yeonjun, with his brows furrowed, tore beomgyu's hands off his shoulder -- walking towards his phone.

and it felt like a million thoughts were racing around his head the three seconds it took for him to get his phone, like a storm, a big tornado clouding his mind. but the most heavy was...how long? a fucking decade? and he never noticed?

he found it hard to swallow, almost nervous...that it was true.

the two other chois were staring at him, exchanging glances.

and when he picked up his phone, it was like he feared.

his text was left on read.

yeonjun's roommates were right for once.

all the secret glances he'd catch, a smirk twitching on his face as he pretended not to see, all the times you'd practically asked him out -- he shot it all down subconsciously thinking it was nothing more than coincidences on top of coincidences.

"you know, i was thinking it was weird you freaked out so much about the brother thing. yunjin told you that right to your face like last month and you didn't say anything." beomgyu said as he let himself fall on the couch.

beomgyu was right, he didn't care when yunjin said it.

yeonjun looked at beomgyu, eyes confused. "so...what are you trying to say?"

"maybe you feel the same way...? god, do i have to spell it out for you every single time?" he said dramatically, groaning.

"okay yeonjun. drama's over, go do your walk of shame to your room." soobin said, getting comfortable on the chair again to watch the premier of his show.

"and reflect!" beomgyu shouted out as yeonjun went over to his room, obeying soobin with his phone tight in hand.

"what are we watchin?" beomgyu finally asked, soobin giving him a side eye in response.

"we? beomgyu, i'm not watching another show premier with you again."

"just because my commentary is too good doesn't mean you have to get all jealous--"

yeonjun bursts out of his room through the narrow hallway that lead to the main door, a coat hanging on his right arm as he hurriedly slipped on his sneakers.

it startled both of the guys on the couch, looking over at him with brows raised: what is yeonjun doing?

no one could get a word in, not even beomgyu, before he was totally out of sight.

only adrenaline was rushing through his veins as he shut the door behind him, putting his arms through his padded coat, and sprinting to the elevator -- frantically spamming the button to make him falsely hope the elevator would reach his floor any faster

it wasn't like he had to do something in the ten minutes his head thought he had left, no, it was the realization that had him acting in urgency he never thought he'd have for a girl. all of his stupidity dawning on him -- for fucksake, of course it mattered that you said he was like a brother, it was you.

and as he ran out the building -- his head felt dizzy, not because it was overwhelmed with thoughts, no, this time he only had a few but those were harder to manage his head.

did he ever give up on you in middle school?

did he ever move on from you in highschool?

did he really dump a dream, you -- the dream he had as a boy, with all the other dreams he never thought would happen?

when yeonjun was finally in front of your family house, the one you still chose to live in through your college experience, he moved to where'd he guess the window of your room was.

"y/n?" he shouted out with all the energy he could muster up. he had to bend over his knee to catch his breath, because he would shout your name again.

again, and again, and again.

blood rushed up to his cheeks, not because of the cold, because he was embarrassed -- what if you weren't even here?

he waited, staring up at the window which showed no sign of your room light being on.

but he wouldn't give up, he'd have to try something else.

yeonjun looked down at his feet, the absence of the sun being harder on his vision. there were no rocks, the only thing visible to his eyes were branch sticks which only made him hope that his aim was good enough to get your window a few times.

it wasn't.

when the last stick that he found hit a window that wasn't the one he was trying to aim at - he cursed under his breath, defeated. yeonjun concluded that this was a bigger fail than the fucking time he found out that he was flirting at a family--not a class, reunion.

he could just go back to his dorm and call you is what he thought as he exhaled, a fog escaping his lips into the cold, feeling even more of a loser.

"yeonjun?!" he turned around at the familiar voice calling out for him and his eyes widened, lighting up as they set on your face, finally out of the window, with your room light making it a little easier for him to see your features.

"y/n?" he shouted back, ecstatic.

"what are you doing out here?", you shouted the words slowly so he could pick it up. then add, "it's fucking cold!"

"i just wanted to know" he inhaled, the cold air burning his nostrils, "why you didn't answer my text!"

it was silent, yeonjuns lips agape waiting for a response.

"you're fucking insane!" you said laughs slipping between your words, yeonjun scoffs lightly, a wide smile on his face.

he put his hands up as walls to his mouth to echo his words louder, "for you!" he shouted out in response.

"shut the fuck up!" it was a distant yell, one you both assumed, as you met eye contact, was y/n's neighbors. and then you laughed again at the untimely part of it all.

when you turned away from the window, yeonjun found himself yearningly waiting for you to come back. hands that were in his pockets felt a vibration -- his phone.

he took it out just to see a notification from his, quite frankly, favorite person ever.

[y/n, 10:26 pm] lets talk on here lol

he looked up and saw you at the window again, with you waving your phone at him -- it earned a smile tugging once more, on the ends of his lips.

just how did he manage to ignore overwhelming feelings about you, of you, for the past decade?

[yeonjun, 10:27 pm] come down. i'm not gonna tell u this thru text [y/n, 10:27 pm] why not? [yeonjun, 10:27 pm] don't wanna [y/n, 10:28 pm] youre asking me to get out of my cozy ass room just bcs u dont wanna??

"yeah! basically dumbass!" he shouted, startling your poor self out of your focus on your phone. you glared at him, yeonjun most likely missing it.

[y/n, 10:28 pm] STOP DONT DO THAT THOSE PSYCHOS ARE GOING TO CALL THE COPS ON ME [yeonjun, 10:29 pm] ok then come down before i freeze my fingers off

when you slid your window closed, closing your curtains, he immediately turned to quickly run towards the front of your house. yeonjun leaned on the fence of your porch, smiling with thoughts of you clouding his mind, as he looked up at the moon.

it was all so cliché -- the type of scene his roommates would squeal over and one that he would roll his eyes to, but if he were to watch this part of his life, again and again -- the moment you opened the door, the moment you both exchanged looks that communicated 'we feel the same way don't we?', a short awkward laugh that was shared, the moment you hesitantly opened your mouth to say something -- and then, the final moment of his longing lips crashing onto yours, his cold hands warming up the moment he cupped your face, the repocracy from your side making him smile into the kiss, the euphoric realisation that he wasn't late, you didn't stop loving him yet, and when he cut the kiss short, both your lips barely apart, yeonjun whispered an i love you, and to it you smiled, pulling him into your house, to finish your kiss -- he would too, squeal over the scene, kicking his feet like a highschool girl.

ending a/n: YOU FINISHED IT YAY :D yeonjun was lowk an asshole for wanting to lead on mc at first for his own benefit, but hes such a cutie im sorry, its easy to forgive T-T let me know what you feel about this piece, it was so fun to write!!

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flip flop —> anagnorosis when George goes to the hospital?

↻FLIP FLOP:send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll describe or write it from another character’s POV!

Under the cut, TW for blood

Sapnap POV:

If it's not George driving him crazy, it's Dream. Sapnap was actually quite glad when Dream decided to go to LA on a whim, because his two roommates have been stressing him the fuck out. Sure, there's something weird going on with them. He's not stupid, he can see it. Everyone can see it.

Sapnap's not stepping on that land mine anytime soon. If either of his bros want to talk, they know they can come to him. Otherwise, he's not getting in between them. No siree.

Today, though, today Dream's been blowing up his phone to go check on George. What a way to find out that even though they've been fucking strange when sharing the same house, they're apparently once again bosom fucking buddies over discord. No wonder Sapnap can't get George to play anything with him except when bribing him or threatening him bodily harm.

Dream's messages have gotten increasingly worried--that he can't reach George, hasn't heard from him and that's unusual. Sapnap sighs and decides he's going to make Dream owe him forever when he does him this favor, and then makes his way to George's room, only one room over.

The door is shut, and no one answers when he knocks. He knocks again, louder and insistent, the way that annoys George the most. It's not locked, though, and when he pushes the door open to find the room in darkness, a light coming through a crack in the door to his bathroom, something sinks in Sapnap's stomach. Dream was right, something is terribly wrong.

He calls out George's name and can barely hear the sounds of a phone playing quietly. As he steps closer, he recognizes the voice of Mr. Beast's ad reading voice.

He takes a deep breath and pushes the door open and then--he stops short. George is lying on the floor, ass out, and normally he's make fun of him forever, but there's blood just--fucking everywhere. Enough that for a split second, Sapnap worries that someone came inside their home to stab him.

His body moves without conscious thought, dropping him to his knees next to George. Fuck, he can tell he's still breathing. Panic rises in his chest making it hard to think, hard to remember what he learned in fucking seventh grade health class or whatever. What does he do? What does he--

His phone is in his hand and dialling 911 with shaking fingers before he realizes it. Should he move George? Should he push him over? He has no idea, no way to--

The operator is helpfully calm, voice neutral and asking questions in a way that reminds Sapnap of Dream--taking charge. He just has to answer the questions and follow directions and George will be fine. He has to. He has to be fine.

Fuck.

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ALL FOR LOVE

Summary: Dejun's in love with his best friend, Kunhang. But being in love with your best friend also means doing what hurts the most: letting go and making them the happiest you can.

Pair: Xiaojun • Hendery

Genre: Angst, Romance, Childhood Friends to Lovers

"Dude, what the heck? Stop biting me!"

Dejun remembers it clearly: It was seventh grade and while the two of them played Minecraft on the school computers (they absolutely weren't supposed to), Dejun suddenly bit Kunhang's arm. He doesn't clearly remember why he did it, but it was the first time that it's happened either. It was a regular occurrence for one of them to be biting the other.

Kunhang was whining and Dejun huffed, taking his teeth off of Kunhang's arm and sulking. Seconds later, Kunhang did the exact same thing.

That's how they rolled. It was always something weird with those two. Always getting weird looks for being the odd, gross, loud kids. But they didn't mind very much, they wore that label rather proudly.

He remembers getting bullied and not really caring. He remembers the bad, but also the good. He remembers how Kunhang was with him nearly every single day.

Dejun also remembers the summer before high school, a sleepover at this kid named Chenle's house. He remembers that he'd been pretty close friends with Chenle until they hit high school and Chenle found a new crew. And he remembered how big Chenle's house was, with a lake and a hot tub and a big pool in the back. Chenle had three bedrooms -which Dejun found excessive- all to himself.

And after a night of hide and seek in the upstairs and giggling while watching Marvel movies and sneaking to dip their legs into the pool, Dejun had looked at his flip-phone and read the clock: 2:56 am.

They sat in one of Chenle's rooms, surrounded by pillows while they played music and played some sort of stupid kissing game. He didn't remember the rules, just that it was a ploy for the other boys to kiss each other. Within the past year, almost all of them realized that yeah, they're gay and don't know what to do about that.

Except Kunhang, who thought he was straight.

Dejun remembers laughing nervously when he was chosen to pick someone to kiss. His friend Ten had chosen him to choose, so it wasn't like he could kiss him back. He stared from Kunhang, to his friend Ten, and back to Kunhang. He remembers grabbing Chenle and tackling him down to the floor to avoid kissing Kunhang. Because why would he EVER kiss Kunhang? That was beyond gross in his mind.

Anyone but Kunhang.

He remembers taking photos last summer -the summer before senior year- waking up in the middle of the night to go with Kunhang and his parents and take photos on the beach, a drive an hour away. It was for their senior year, but Dejun didn't really get it. He was just happy to spend time with Kunhang. After all, the two of them were best bros.

But maybe something shifted because all he can remember is how nicely the golden sunrise hit Kunhang lightly tanned skin as he posed for a photo. Maybe it was his giggle while he ran down the sandy hills and chased Dejun. Maybe it was after the photoshoot, when they went to breakfast and shared Spotify playlists and ate way too many blueberry pancakes.

Honestly, Dejun doesn't know.

But now, he can't stop looking at Kunhang and feeling giddy, like everything is perfect. Like Hendery is his perfect soulmate, the one person in this world who understands him completely.

The only person who can complete him.

And now Dejun was eighteen, zoning out in his room, sitting on his bed, while his grandparents and dad played cards loudly in the living room. It was a Friday night and he didn't have dance practice anymore, so his weekends were pretty open now.

His phone buzzed in his hand, startling him from where he sat. Dejun looked down, opening his phone to Kunhang's texts where he gushed about some kid in his history class. A friend of a friend. His feelings for that friend or something, Dejun didn't know.

And because his friendship with Kunhang is about giving, and who would he be if he didn't give his full support?

So, like the idiot he is, he offered to become his wingman.

HIS. WINGMAN.

Nice going, dumbass.

Dejun shut his eyes and sighed, mentally kicking himself for wanting to help, wanting to sabotage himself. But Kunhang's happiness made him happy, so his immediate reaction was to help.

Because he's stupid.

Dejun chuckled darkly for a second and sighed in defeat, closing his phone. He wanted to scream or hit something, something! But all he could do was sob and lie back, sitting in the silence of his room and melt sadly into the puddle of blankets underneath him.

Dejun then realizes that he's in love with his best friend, Wong Kunhang.

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This is a teaser/prologue to the full story (started 2/6/23). You can read the rest of the fic here, chapter updates every week:

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[shanti-ashant-hai]

Growing up is realising why people don't like Taylor Swift so much. I had my hardcore swiftie phase in 2017 but what in the capitalism is she doing-

-hana

gods ifkr, i used to like a few of her songs until seventh grade where i just didnt find them my taste anymore. also her voice is weird. my friends will still send me some lyrics, which are genuinely deep and nice and whatever but like

i saw the lyrics to maroon and. what. the. fuck.

i also dont understand, some time last year, ppl realised that taylor was using her jet unnecessarily and started calling her out for it. a while later, she announces her new album midnights and suddenly its all' omg taylor is releasing a new album!!!!" what?????

and then of course there was the post i reblogged about the person saying she was never 'self made' and there was a lot of money and power and shit involved so damn.

im prolly gonna offend my swiftie moots but like, i dont understand her bro.

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Neon

It was a really good show about Reggaeton and friendship.

To have a good time watching it.

I really liked Mia's and Gina's character.

Gina made me think about Teresa in Queen of the South.

Some quotes :

"- I came to you because you're my cousin. I thought I had the job. (Santi) - Wish I could, but I'm not the only partner here. (Santi's cousin) - Nepotism don't hit like it used to. (Santi) - Nepotism is why you're here in the first place." (Santi's cousin - Episode 3)

"- If you wanna manage Santi, you have to become a million versions of yourself to get what you want. It's not about making yourself smaller, it's about tricking people into thinking they're bigger." (Mia - Episode 4)

"- You may be a sociopath but you're not fucked. (Felix) - Felix, what the fuck? You're supposed to be stalling Oscar. (Mia) - What the fuck with you? How about, "Thanks, Felix, for helping me with one of my psychopathic ruses"?" (Felix - Episode 5)

"- What are you gonna do? (Felix) - Do the healthy, adult thing and ignore it until it goes away." (Ness - Episode 6)

"- Shit... (Santi) - I don't have much time 'cause I'm gonna have a v-steam pretty soon, but I wanna enter a mutually beneficial yet completely artificial relationship with you. A PR relationship. I wanna fake-date you, bro. (Isa) - Are you serious? (Santi) - Oh, yeah, I don't do comedy. It's not good for my face. Look, it's really a no-brainer for you. Your profile blows up. And all you have to do is come with me to parties and industry events and royal funerals, stuff like that. (Isa) - Okay, I... I'm so sorry. But, like, why do you choose me out of everyone because you could sort of have anyone that you want, right? (Santi) - Yeah. Well, according to my team, I need to tap into my Latina identity. (Isa) - Okay. So you're, like, using me? For, like, cultural appropriation? (Santi) - Oh, my God, no. How could you say that? I'm Latina. I can't use my own people. (Isa) - Right. Um, so then what do... What do I get out of this whole thing? (Santi) - Well, what do you want? (Isa) - I just want to be proud of myself. (Santi) - Ew, shut the fuck up. What do you really want? (Isa) - I mean, if I'm being honest, I just... I want to be like... Like one of the greats, like..." (Santi - Episode 6)

"- But, um, we should be cautious because this does feel weird. This feels, like, super easy. Like, too easy. (Ness) - No, things are just easy if you're rich and successful, Ness. That's, like, the whole thin about being rich and successful. Or are we suddenly too good for capitalism?" (Felix) - You hate capitalism. (Ness) - Not anymore. I'm rich now." (Felix - Episode 6)

"- Thank you. My followers are used to a certain standard of content." (Isa - Episode 6)

"- Like, is this really what you wanna do? Or I feel like you think I'm a villain, and not in a trendy way. I'm really envious of that. And I'm not envious often, obviously." (Isa - Episode 6)

"- You haven't even seen my latest trick. You wanna hear about it? (Javier) - Yeah. (Mia) - Tell me if you fuck with it. I pick somebody out of the audience. I make them disappear, but here's the twist, I don't bring them back." (Javier - Episode 7)

"- You can go ahead, ma' am. (Bouncer) - For real? (Mia) - I feel bad for you. That was really hard to watch." (Bouncer - Episode 7)

"- This fight is so basic. I get that you're mad, but please don't be selfish. (Santi) - Yeah, I am writer, remember? I'm here working. Somebody's gotta tell the normies what goes on inside the party of the year." (Felix - Episode 7)

"- Felix, bro, breaking up with you in the seventh grade is one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life. Because now you get to be somebody that's in my life forever, not just some guy that I dry-humped in the middle school. Felix, you're an irreplaceable person and I love you." (Ness - Episode 7)

"- You don't think I could pick up Isa? (Santi) - No, I don't, actually. But I do think you can figure out what type of children she harvests to make her skin look so good." (Felix - Episode 7)

"- I'm sorry. I thought that we wanted.... (Santi) - We did, but we can't. Santi, please, desperation is not a good look. Want it less." (Isa - Episode 7)

"- Why would I be jealous about the song? The song fucking sucks and I warned you. You're selling out and screwing all of us over. (Ness) - It was the truth. Like, you guys are my corillo and I'm sorry that it took so long to realize the shit that I knew my whole entire life." (Santi - Episode 8)

"- Cabrón, figure it out. You're the creative director, right? Then create!" (Javier - Episode 8)

"- Talk to you when I talk to you." (Javier - Episode 8)

"- I can't believe I thought she was actually starting to like me. You told me this was gonna happen and I didn't listen to you. (Santi) - Okay, it's no fun to say, "I told you so," if you cop to it first." (Ness - Episode 8)

"- This better fucking work. (Ness) - It will. Or it won't. It very conceivably could not work. It likely will fail. But either way, thank you." (Felix - Episode 8)

"- So what good is the Internet loving you if you can never work again? On top of that, we owe Gina at least 400 grand. Trying to lighten the mood. It's not a disaster. It's close." (Felix - Episode 8)

[rottenzz]

soulmate aus are like so whatever because it's always "oh my god we're soulmates we HAVE to have the healthiest relationship ever mwah mwah" or "i don't want to be your soulmate i'm already in love" if the writer is feeling particularly silly

but in my experience having a (romantic) soulmate it's all so raw and intense. i've NEVER cared for anyone except my soulmates in general but bro he put my platonic soulmates to shame. he was the center of my existence, my favourite person, and i was SO FUCKED UP over that.

i told him to kill himself more times than i told him i loved him. i wanted to rip his chest open and keep his heart in a jar. he objectified me but looked at me like i put the stars in the sky whenever i held him. he said he'd rather the world ended if it meant we could be healty but i was so addicted to the pain, to the hate. i switched up on him constantly.

i always want to take his hand in mine even now that we hate each other truly. we never truly get to hate the other though, because we click in a way that no other person truly does. he is mine and i'm his, or rather our souls belong to each other. we can never stray too far off each other's orbit.

we had our first kiss at 4, when we were classmates. then he switched schools and we met again at 12, being in the same classroom, but i was completely changed from overexcited extroverted to weird introvert. i always felt that pull to him though, and i know he did the same. i switched class but he was friends with my sister so i still saw him pretty much everyday. there was always something unspoken between us, even if i could no longer remember we had been classmates in seventh grade, let alone kindergarten.

we got into the same class at 16 and it was a rollercoaster right down to me sitting on his lap as a joke and him getting a whole ass boner. he fell for my girlfriend but was attracted to me too, and i found it so fun that we eventually ended up in some sorta poly-fwb arrangement.

he said 'i love you' first, indirectly. both of them were over at mine's, but she was long gone and he said he'd soon go, too. except he looked at me with those puppy eyes and pretty much begged to be held, like i'd held him last night. i complied and pet his hair as he said how his father would kill him if he found out he had a boyfriend (we weren't even dating, not really) and how he always wanted to do this - to be held by someone he loved.

i had his heart on my hand, then. i know it. i do now. and i pretended i didn't hear, crushed it to pieces, and when my mocking 'do you like me?' met his shaky 'do you?' i laughed and said i'd never liked anyone.

we could've gone so differently if i held him rather than ripped him apart, but my teeth became obsessed with the feel of his blood. i tore him open with every single "who said i consider you a friend?", "you should kill yourself', "she's never going to like you back", "the world would end before we communicated clearly".

i know what he wanted back then. what i ended up wanting, too, when he held my hand in his and refused to let go and my heart screamed "this is love". when he dragged me inside a store because he didn't want to let go of my hand.

our second kiss was nothing special - i didn't feel anything about it - but before i could know, he was holding my hand in the mall and kissing me without a care in the world and i wanted that. i wanted him.

so he got back at me. out of tune, my love, hate, love was his don't go back, love, don't go back. even now, when i'm an out of tune melody that ended too early and he's almost got my death on his lap, he's still like this. wanting to hate me because loving me again would be too much.

i can sympathize with that. i don't want to love him again, but i know i will. my soul will always cling to his. we're going to be in the same university, studying the same major, and it's a whole wide world out there but he's a part of me and i know we'll never wander too far.

but fuck, i really, really wish this could've been someone else. there's someone i love - can't imagine myself not loving them - but who i can't have. i know we both love each other, but it's just not meant to be. i can't love someone more than myself and my addictions, except my soulmate. and i would screw my eyes out with my nails if it made a change, if it made them be worth more than the lies and gaslighting and wanting to kill myself. i would rip my guts out for a calm life with them, in the countryside raising cute little farm animals.

but my soul is with him, as much as my heart is with them. my soul is lost amidst that mall where he held my hand even in front of my mother, the bed where i still sometimes catch his smell, the chats i could never truly delete. my soul is soaking in this city that will bury my bones underneath the waves and take him with me. and then our next, next, next life, too.

having a romantic soulmate isn't about being in love. it's about the chemistry, about the fact that as much as you hate it, you'll always find yourself right next to them again. me and him, we're always crawling back to each other. can't meet in the middle except on the rare occasion, but it doesn't mean we can't - don't want - to see it through.

[blueboi30]

"//Ooc when i was in seventh grade none of us were allowed to have phones at lunch because someone (in our grade) spread their sex tape around. Trust me my guy. Nearly seventeen year olds doin it is NOTHING."

BRO FREAL WHEn I WAS IN 7TH THERE WAS WEEKLY ORGIES IN THE GIRLS BATHROOM LIKE-

//You 🤝🏻 me: weird ass shit happening in seventh grade to other people regarding sex

[theshopislocal]

So I joined tumblr in December after seething about 15.20 for a little while. Before that I’d been an AO3 lurker and occasional writer in several fandoms, and before that I was (proudly!) kicked off of LJ for my disgusting and offensive PG-13 Harry/Draco drabbles that apparently squicked (a term I’ve recently learned no one uses any more :/) the random Christians who were inexplicably trolling LJ.

I knew very little about the spn fandom - specifically their demographics - when I first came here. I’d sort of been enjoying the show (usually? Eh, like 70/30) in my own little bubble - the same with fanfic and fanart.

To be frank, I was startled to discover the sheer number of younger folks and LGBT+ who are fans. Of course, reading all of your discourse and meta and musings, it makes perfect sense that spn and its characters would speak to young members of the LGBT+ community; I’d just been a little too ‘in my own head’ to put that together.

I’m a cisgender woman, and I’m generally fine with being called straight, though it’s not 100% accurate (what ever is, really?). That said, I wasn’t sexually or romantically attracted to anyone until I was in my early twenties, and my interests didn’t really align with those of other girls when I was in school. So, around seventh or eighth grade when most of the other girls started to go a little boy crazy, a few of them (my friends, actually) decided I was a lesbian. Their 12-year-old, early 2000s reasoning was “well, if you don’t like boys, and you keep your hair short, you’re probably a lesbian.” And I sort of just said “yeah, okay.”

So, when I was around 13 or so (and a newly minted “lesbian”), I started to get interested in media with gay themes. I started with shows like Queer As Folk and The L Word, and oddly enough, even though I didn’t relate to the romantic or sexual stuff because I didn’t feel things like that at the time, I did relate to the characters’ struggles. Feeling like no one knows you, like people can’t accept you, want to change you, feeling alone and different and outcast. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t very pretty, maybe because I was one of the only black girls in my grade, maybe because I was an only child and a latchkey kid; whatever the reason, these gay characters spoke to me. I felt like I knew them, and they knew me.

In true millennial style, I blew through pretty much all the gay stuff my mom would let me watch (she actually got suuuuper into The L Word, we watched like seven episodes in a row on Christmas Eve once), and then started scouring the internet for more content. That’s when I came across sites like Ink-Stained Fingers (a Harry Potter slash archive that might still exist? Idk) and Library of Moria (same thing but for LotR). And suddenly - anyone could be gay! And even though I wasn’t actually a lesbian (though at the time I was rather convinced I was), it still felt fantastic that I could actually relate to these characters, some of whom I’d only vaguely liked in reading their original canons.

I very quickly became a fanfic connoisseur - and it even went beyond slash pairings or any pairings at all. I just liked seeing characters in a new light. I liked seeing people and relationship dynamics that were different, taboo, subversive - because it made me feel better about being me.

I went off to college. Screwed around with some boys, some girls, some people who didn’t call themselves either. Became pretty sure I wasn’t a lesbian, but still didn’t really know what I was; this was over ten years ago, and all the various terminology was still pretty new. Eventually, I met a boy who made me smile and turned me on - both of which were entirely new and singular experiences for me - and I married him.

Cut to: my husband and I watching 15.20, and both of us - cisgender and predominately straight - looking at each other like “wtf is this bro-y bullshit?”

So I thought “fuck this, I need to vent,” hopped on tumblr, and - low and behold - here you all are! It took me a minute to wrap my head around it, to get past the initial excitement of just look at all the people the different people the real people the people who are so very unapologetically themselves!

I don’t think any of you could possibly know how happy I was (am) to see you all, how very beautiful it is that you’re all here.

Anyway. To all the LGBT+ shippers reading this, I just want you to know (re: the deancas wedding, but also just... everything): if even my dumb, straight, weird, who-even-am-I ass can see it, it’s real. You’re not crazy, you’re not delusional, your opinions are not invalid. You’re not just “projecting,” and even if you were, there’s no damn law that says only straight people get to project. Please don’t let shitty people (who are literally too stupid to even capitalize on your interest for their own gain) ruin anything for you.

To any straight shippers: if you’re anything like me, you’re not fetishizing or objectifying gay relationships - you’re relating to characters that you adore in the best way you know how. You’re celebrating the qualities in people that make the world diverse and colorful and beautiful.

To any young shippers: it gets better. You’ll get out. You’ll find better answers. You’ll learn better questions. You’ll figure it all out, or (slightly more likely) you’ll figure out that not everything needs to be figured out. People do hear you, and people do care about you and what you have to say. Your voice matters.

To everyone: there’s nothing wrong with you. And I’m so damn sorry that anyone has ever made you believe that there is. Honestly. I’m sorry.

[darkcitiesnluv]

" what's the matter sweetie~~? Why don't you get close? Loook~ here's your teddy beaaar~ come here and take it.....come on take it.....jarjarjar....." The big headed clown chuckled darkly as he stare up at you with his golden deadly eyes.

Your eight year old self could see his sickening grin form from ear to ear inside the dark echoing sewer. You notice how he had spots of blood spread on his big mouth and his dirty clothes. He held your now ripped bloody teddy bear in his shaky claws.

You grimace at the way it look but you remember when your little brother gave it to you for your seventh birthday. Your little brother went missing one night and that teddy bear is really important for you because it's the only thing left from your little brother.

" Give me back Mr. Teddy! Please it's from my little brother! He gave it to me for my birthday! " You pleaded with your tiny soft voice.

" Your little brother..... Jeongin?....." The red headed clown said as he raised his thin round eyebrows and widen his eyes looking creepy. 

You also widen your eyes as that creepy looking clown mentioned him. Perhaps....does he know where her little brother is? Does he know something about his disappearance?

" How do you know him?....." You asked as you crawl closer towards the sewer. The clown chuckled and grinned widely showing his sharp yellow teeth.

" Little Jeongin is with me honey~......do you want to see hiiimm~?" He cooed with his silly and raspy clown voice.

You eagerly nodded. " PLEASE! PLEASE! Jeonginie~! Come back!"

Your eyes widen when you saw your little 6 year old brother. He wore a yellow raincoat. His hoodie was up covering his small chubby face. His raincoat looked dirty, covered in mud, pieces of trash stick on the coat. He held a red floating balloon in his tiny hands.

" If you want your brother back...." This time the clown frowned, and he looked deadly at her. " Then get down and take him.....NOW!" He yelled scaring you.

" Jeongin~! Jeongin~! Come over here! It's me Y/n! Jeongin!" You said crawling slowly towards the sewer, your tiny arm sticking out to reach for him. " I can't, I can't...." Jeongin cried as he step back, still his small face looking down all this time.  The clown chuckled darkly as he was opening his wide mouth.

" Y/n!!!...."

" Y/n! What are you doing there next to the sewers! You're going to fall!"

You turn to your side and immediately stood up. You looked at your little friends that called you. The clown suddenly growled as he aggressively grab Jeongin and pushed him away like a ragged doll. He felt annoyed he couldn't get what he wanted; his fresh food.

" Guys my little brother is in here.....!" You stoped speaking as you turn to look back at the sewers. The clown nor your little brother weren't there anymore.

" Y/n......how could he be in the sewers?...." Yeonjun asked as he held your tiny hands with his tiny ones.

" Y/n! You shouldn't get close! You could fall!" Your taller friend Soobin, suddenly hug you.

" But I saw a creepy clown! He had my teddy bear and Jeongin!"

Yeonjun gulp down saliva as he heard about the clown again.

" Clown? On the sewers? Y/n you're too cute and funny pleased stop!" Soobin laughed as he pinched your chubby cheeks.

You looked at Yeonjun and he did the same. He squeezed your hand almost telling you that he believes you.....

Flashback End

"Ahhh! I need to stop remembering it!" You yelled as you got up from the bed to get ready for school.

" Y/n! Eat something! At least an apple!" Your mother yelled from across the kitchen. " No mom I'm late!" You said and quickly put on your shoes that were next to the door. " Bye mom love you!"

" Love you too!....ahh! This girl" she shook her head.

" Hey! Y/n!~" Your friend Soobin said as he smiled at you. " You woke up late too?..." The tall dark hair boy with an undercut said as he look down at you. You nodded. " Yes! I....had that weird memory again...." You said as you touched your forehead.

"Mmm....ohhh....the clown memory? You mean a dream?.... Again!? Y/n you keep having that same dream so often? Are you really that scare of clowns?...." Soobin chuckled as he face palm.

" Soobin you don't understand-"

" Hey Y/nnie~! Hey Soobin~~~ i'm glad y'all waited for me" Beomgyu smiled kindly as he put on his red beanie over his long rock emo boy hair cut.

" We weren't waiting for you, we stop to talk about her nightmare.…" Soobin smiled innocently at him showing his deep dimples.

" The clown dream......Y/n, baby...." Suddenly Beomgyu wrapped his left arm around your shoulders getting close to you, his fingers from his right hand  slightly pinching your small chin moving your face towards his lovely gaze. " you see, fears are like food.....you can't resist them.....they hypnotized you to eat them...."

" What are you saying? That doesn't make sense" Soobin laughed and you agree bobbing your head repeatly.

" What I mean is that I'm hungry. Long or short story...Y/n.... YOU NO LONGER A CHILD GROW UP! FEARING CLOWNS IS FOR LOSERS!" Beomgyu yelled exaggerating every word he said while making dramatic hand gestures.

" Says the loser that is scared of the red sun...." Short blond hair Huening Kai said as he smirked at Beomgyu, teasing him.

" Kai~~~" Beomgyu suddenly hug him sofly and then let go. " Hey! Stop it! The red sun is not a joke! I've heard once the sun turns red it means the world will end.....or does it mean evil will rise?..." Beomgyu question himself.

" Umm..... where's Yeonjun and Taehyun?... Yeonjun said he'll take us to school...." You furrowed your eyebrows worried. Yesterday he texted in the group chat that he'll be picking them up since he already got his driver's license.

" Tae called me in the morning telling me he feels sick....so he'll stay home...." Hueningkai said.

" Yeonjun doesn't answer his phone....." Soobin said as he hold his iPhone against his ear.

" I'm worry....." Beomgyu said in english.

" Me too gyu...." You said in english as well.

What could've happened to him? He always answer his phone every time we call..... something is wrong.... could it be his parents?

And Taehyun suddenly missing school? When he is one of the top 5 best and smartest students in Junior grade and plus he is a very healthy boy.....

Something is going on and we need to find it out.

" Let's go to his house?....we should check and if he isn't there, let's check in Taehyun's house......ahh!" Beomgyu said earning a smack on the arm by Hueningkai.

" You stole my statement! I was gonna say that! " Kai said.

" Ok let's go now!" You said as you started running and the boys following you.

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" His car isn't there....." Soobin said as he looked around the backyard.

" If his car isn't there....he must not be in the house either...." Kai said staring at the decently looking house.

" Should we knock?" Beomgyu said as he gazed at the maroon door.

" I don't think he's there if his car isn't out here..." You said.

" Alright." Beomgyu answered however he still walked towards the maroon door and knock it. " Mrs and Mr. Choi! It's your son Beomgyu! I want to see my bro! Where is he!?" He yelled his voce kind of cracking,  leaning his ear against the door.

Suddenly they heard a heavy kick against the door coming inside the house. Beomgyu flinched like a baby and back off from the door. " The fuck?..." He narrowed his eyebrows as he gave it a weird look.

The person abruptly opens the door and peeks out to see who was the one banging on his door while screaming at it.

" Beomgyu it was you.....who do you think you are to be banging at my door like if you own it...." Yeonjun's father said angrily.

" Your son....." Beomgyu said in a sad tone faking a sad look.

" MY-keeu!.... You ain't my son and don't ever knock on my door like that nor yelled at it as if it's a dog!"

You and the others secretly try their best not to laugh at the whole scene you three are watching making Beomgyu turn back to look at you and your friends.

Beomgyu crack a smile but quickly went back to being serious. " Look sir, we're looking for Yeonjun! That idiot was supposed to take us to school and now we're going to miss it! Not that I care for me it's alright I can missed school every day BUT MY FRIENDS!! THEY LOVE SCHOOL!! IT ISN'T FAIR-"

"ⁿᵒ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ...." Yelled Soobin and Kai from a far.

" Little boy.....I don't care about you or your friends, that idiot is in one of his stupid friend's house.....Taeyang? Taeyong? Taehyung?..... something like that...now JUST-"

" That's enough sir thank you for the info......let's go?" Beomgyu question his friends while raising an eyebrow.

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" Taehyun!!" Soobin screamed as he knock on the door.

From inside the house you could hear Taehyun's heavy steps and cussing them off for making a whole chaos outside his house.

" Can't y'all understand that my parents are sleeping right now?!?.....so disrespectful god....well except for Y/n she's a sweetheart, the only normal one here..." Taehyun glared at his friends except for you. You innocently smiled at him cutely going with the flow.

" Are you sure she's a normal?..." Kai crack a nervous smile and laugh.

" She dreams about clowns chasing her..." Beomgyu joked next.

" CLOWNS!?......" Taehyun widen his big eyes even wider.

" Shhhhhh! Your parents are sleeping and is Yeonjun here? He must...." Soobin glared at him.

" Yeah yeah right, and yes his hear.....how y'all know?" Taehyun asked as he peek inside his house making sure his parents are still sleeping.

" His new car, outside....." You responded.

Taehyun nodded and let the three of you walk inside his house. Taehyun made sure nobody around the neighborhood saw them. For what reason? Only he knows.

" Yaaah Tae you're being suspicious.... what's the matter? Why is Yeonjun here?..." You slightly whispered as all of you gather together in Taehyun's room.

Yeonjun sat on the ground, tiger blanket on his shoulders, eating Doritos and watching SpongeBob like a little kid.

You smiled at that sight and felt happy when you saw him there... healthy and safe.

You know his problems....the problems that happens inside his house everyday. His parents are in the middle of divorce and that had caused horrible fights and arguments between them....and Yeonjun is sick of it.

So you understood why he prefer to stay in somebody else home instead of his own.....you would've done the same if you were in that situation.....lucky for you you don't have a dad so it will never happen. You sat next to Yeonjun and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Yeonjun looked at you and smile. Taehyun notice how you two were close to each other. He shook his head and tap on Yeonjun's back two times. " Yeonjun, they're here.... mind explaining them?"

" Guys.....the clown.....he talked to me....." Yeonjun said with a scared look and his eyebrows narrowed down. " He said he'll be here to come and get us.....that clown that got my twin sisters is back!"

His eyes landed on yours making you covered your mouth in shock.

Soobin, Beomgyu, and Huening looked at each other slowly, seeing how you were reacting and how Yeonjun and Taehyun look so serious, make them feel like they're being honest.

" Is this for real?.... aren't y'all joking with us?..." Soobin raised his eyebrows.

You looked at Yeonjun and Taehyun with a sad look and so did they towards you.

" Guys.....I know it sounds crazy...but the reason why our younger siblings went missing and their bodies were never found....is because that men dressed in a clown suit ate him! He eats children and even teenagers! Probably even adults! That's why I'm terrified at clowns! Specially him...." You said as you sat down on the bed and covered your face with your hands.

Soobin, Beomgyu, and Huening looked at you surprised. This strange information is slowly processing in their brains.

" Soobin, remember 9 years ago.....I was laying down in front of a sewer...." You said hoping he remembered that very first and last day you talked to that clown. " Yeonjun remembers!" You said as you looked at Yeonjun then back at Soobin.

" I.... remember.....I didn't believe you at that time....so that clown does exist....." He thought as he looked at you in realization.

" Last night I was riding my car, I parked it next to a sewer.....and he was there .....he told me he will come to get me and my friends.....I really don't know what I ever did to him....All I know is that we're in danger..." Yeonjun said as he look up at his friends with red crying eyes.

" We must stay together...." You said as you reach to get Yeonjun's hand to help him stand up. Taehyun quickly walked to your other side and held your hand.

The six of you gather around in a circle holding hands.

" We promise to each other that we will stay together forever, in good and in bad..... together forever!" They all said loudly as they rais their holdings hands up in the air. It was a friendly encouragement for y'all's strong friendship of years.

" What the-! Is this some cult ritual y'all doing? Y/n you're the only girl here be careful!" Taehyun's mother said as she stand there next to the door watching us.

" Mom don't worry Y/n is protected with me...." Taehyun said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and smiled warmly at you.

" Alright......I seriously don't know what y'all doing here instead of being in school but come to the dining room to eat breakfast...." She said as she no longer care what this troublesome kids were doing.

Yeonjun grabs your hand and you accept it. Taehyun notice it and he did the same to you with other hand.

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[obxlife]

Slipping In (JJ x Fem!Reader) PT.2

A/N: Okay so apparently pt. 1 did really good so here is part two

Pairing: JJ x Fem!Reader

Summary: After John B reveals that he knows where the gold is, he makes JJ and you slip into Midsummers to round up the Pogues and give Sarah a note. 

PART 1

SLIPPING IN PT. 2

John B tugged the Pogue onto the beach that was surrounding the country club as you and JJ pushed it from behind. You grabbed your bags and shoes from inside the boat before turning to the boys.

“Ready?” you asked them as you began walking up the beach. 

Your backpack held the dress you were going to be wearing to slip into the party. It had been a hassle retrieving it from your house, as you had to steal it from your mom’s closet while she was passed out three feet away from you on her bed. 

It was the only dress you had ever seen her wear, and the only dress that had ever been in your house. God knew you didn’t have money to buy an actual dress for yourself. 

In John B’s backpack, there were clothes for JJ. A button-up collared dress shirt, a bowtie, and a waiter’s jacket. 

“Can you believe this Midsummer shit, guys?” John B asked as he looked up towards the lights and flowers that were hanging from the decorations on the country club’s garden. 

“Of course I can,” replied JJ, shrugging his shoulders. “Happens every year. No matter how screwed up the rest of us are.”

You frowned and then asked, “So, like, what’s the plan, exactly?”

John B pulled something out from his pocket. A piece of paper. “Okay, look,” he said to JJ. “I need you to get this to Sarah.”

Your eyebrows shot up at this. Sarah? Sarah Cameron? That was new.

“ And you, Y/N, need to keep an eye on him,” John B stated pointing at the blond boy on this other side.  This made you laugh.

“Ooh! Can I read it?” JJ asked taking the paper from John B’s hand and ignoring the fact that you thought it was funny to babysit him.

“JJ, that is an invasion of privacy!” you exclaimed as he opened the letter.

“No, you can’t read it,” John B tried to say before JJ had taken a look at the message.

“Who’s Vlad?” JJ said once he had scanned the note. 

“God, do you ever listen?” you asked as the three of you kept strutting up the beach. 

“Hold up,” JJ says, “Are you macking Sarah Cameron?”

You stifled a laugh before saying, “I was actually about to ask the same thing.”

Both you and JJ turned towards the long-haired boy, waiting for his response. 

“Would you guys shut up?” John B nearly shouted in an exasperated tone. 

“Oh my God.” you said as JJ confirmed what you were both thinking, “You’re macking Sarah Cameron!”

“Oh, Kie is not going to be happy with you, bubba,” you pointed out to the brunett.

“All right, guys. I’m doing it for everybody, all right?”

You and JJ shared a look before you quietly muttered, “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

At this JJ laughed before turning towards his best friend again. 

“What?” John B said while looking back at the both of you. You shook your head along with the blond, as John B kept looking at both of you, expecting you guys to say something. 

“Nothing,” you said.

“Yeah, thanks for being a team player, bro,” JJ agreed.

Now that you three were closer to the country club you all stopped and dropped your bags, taking out the clothes you would be needing. 

“Turn around,” you ordered to the boys as you began to try and slip on your mother’s dress. 

The boys followed your orders, JJ pulling on his shirt while John B reached forward and tied the bow tie around his neck. 

“So, I just give that to Sarah, huh?” you heard as you took off your shirt and passed the dress over your head. Once it was on, you removed your shorts from underneath the skirt. 

As you smoothed the skirt down and took your heels out of you bag, you heard John B confirm JJ’s doubts. “Yes, just give it to Sarah. Hold steady.”

Placing both of your heels on, you looked down at yourself. My bikini top makes the dress look weird. You swiftly took it off from under the dress and threw it on the ground. 

Both boys caught sight of your top and gulped. 

You didn’t know this, but the boys had found you hot ever since you started growing your boobs out in the seventh grade. Both of them had a thing for you, and given the chance, they would, without a doubt, take the chance to mack on you. 

But rules were rules, and no Pogue on Pogue macking was allowed. This rule was essential to maintain your friendship. 

JJ especially hated that rule. All he had wanted to do since he had noticed that he had feelings for you (as in more than a friendly way) was mack on you. The thought of you kept him up through many lonely nights where he only had his hand to keep him company, and the many nights he would hook up with Tourons to get you out of his head. 

However, he knew that he would never have it in himself to actually come between the bond that the three of you had. The original Pogues. His family. That was a lot more important than macking on you and potentially risk losing his family. Besides, he knew almost for certain that you were not interested in him. 

This did not stop JJ from flirting with you. He flirted with everyone, as that was just his personality, but he flirted with you especially. Kie had noticed this but ignored it due to the fact that she assumed it was part of your special ‘original three Pogues’ bond. You had always denied any advances he had made towards you, as you just classified them as harmless flirting, and JJ knew that not taking his flirting further was the right thing to do because of the rule.

So, for now, JJ was happy imagining on those long nights that he was accompanied by his hand or imagining that the Touron that was blowing him was actually you. 

“Vlad,” JJ suddenly said to keep his thoughts from wandering away with your discarded bikini top. “Really?”

You turned around. “I’m done.”

However, before the boys could turn to look at you, John B pulled out JJ’s gun from the blond’s backpack. “Are you kidding me?”

“JJ!” you exclaimed in shock. “What the hell?”

“No, I’m not kidding you,” he began to explain as he adjusted his collar. Before he could continue, John B said, “If you get caught, you’re going to jail.”

You scoffed. As if JJ was afraid of going to jail. You knew JJ was more afraid of his dad pulling him out of jail.

“Fine,” JJ said, keeping his eyes at level with John B’s as he threw his hat on the ground for the second time that day. “But if I get ambushed, it’s on you.”

“Don't worry, Y/N’s gonna be there.”

You laughed along with JJ as he said, “Yeah, that makes me feel so much better.”

John B sighed as both the boys turned towards you. “Just make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

But JJ wasn’t listening to the conversation going on around him anymore. His eyes were traveling up your body in that dress. He had never seen you look so good. The heels made your legs look impossibly long, and the short skirt of your dress was revealing just how long they looked. Your chest looked amazing, and JJ tried to tear his eyes away but he just couldn’t. The color of the fabric complimented you in every single way possible: your eyes, your hair, your skin. 

However, he thought you looked weird too. It wasn’t at all like you to wear heels and dresses. JJ knew you really couldn’t afford that. What you could afford was thrifted t-shirts, old cut-off jean shorts, and beaten-up vans. 

Clearing his throat, JJ pulled the waiter’s jacket on as you and John B kept on speaking about the plan. JJ buttoned up the jacket before shoving his hands down his pants and tried to arrange the problem that arose when he had looked over at you. 

Trying to calm himself down he thought of his dad. The problem was solved. For now. 

“Okay. Sneak in. Letter to Sarah. Get the rest of the Pogues. Sneak out,” you repeated one last time. “Ready, JJ?”

The blond turned towards you and you felt your throat constrict. Hot damn. JJ looked amazing, and you were surprised you had never really noticed how beautiful he really was. His blond hair fell onto his face, and his clothes clung onto his muscles. Sure, you knew his muscles were amazing and you had witnessed countless girls drooling over them, but you had never imagined what it would feel like to run your fingers - or your tongue - down them.

Shaking your head you looked up to both of the boys who had confused expressions plastered on. 

“You good?” you heard John B ask you. 

You nodded your head and cleared your throat. “Yeah, yeah.”

JJ stepped towards you and smirked. “I know you think I look good,” he said in his usual flirty tone. “But now is not the time. Let’s go!”

With that, you walked towards the country club. 

JJ grabbed a tray that was discarded on a table halfway down the beach and placed two glasses on top of it. You continued walking. 

At the stairs of the country club, you encountered a guard. As confident as you could, you strutted past him while JJ complained to him about finding glasses on the sand. The guard gave you both a suspicious look, before turning away. You sighed in relief.

As you both went further into the party you grabbed onto JJ’s arm and pushed him aside. You grabbed the tray out of his hands and sloppily left it on top of an empty table. 

“C’mon.”

You began searching for the Pogues together, trying to find them to tell them the news John B had told you earlier on the marsh. 

“Where are they?” JJ whispered into your ear. This sent a shiver down your spine. Just as you noticed Kie standing a couple feet away, you felt JJ being tugged back and out of your arms. A noise of protest left your mouth before you turned around and saw Pope dragging him away. 

“Pope!” you called out, walking towards him. You stumbled a little on your heels, but when you reached them you saw both of them hugging. 

“Woah, unexpected PDA there, Dr. Spock.”

You stiffled out a laugh as you rubbed Pope’s back up and down. JJ pushed away from the dark-skinned boy and gave him a kiss on his cheek before saying, “But, uh... hey, love you, too, man.”

This made you laugh out loud as Pope finally tuned to you and also gave you a hug. Then he turned towards JJ again and began speaking in a hurried tone.

“Dude, I’m sick over all this shit, man.”

“You’re sick? You don’t seem sick.” JJ asked confused. He pressed a hand up to Pope’s forehead, who simply swatted it away. You scoffed yet again because of the blond.

“No, JJ, he’s sick on the inside, you idiot.”

“Right. Well, I already knew that.”

Pope continued staring at JJ, before quickly turning to you, and then back to the other Pogue. He was going to ask about JJ’s injuries.

“Did Shoupe do that?”

“Oh, this?” JJ pointed at his cheek. “No. This is- It’s my dad. You know? Has that right jab. Can really snap it off at times.”

“That looks like more than a jab, JJ,” you said. Pope nodded in agreement. 

Shaking his head, JJ simply said, “It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before.”

No matter how nonchalantly JJ tried to seem, both you and Pope could see the pain in his eyes. However, you knew that bringing it up would cause more troubles than solve any, so you quickly moved on to the next subject. Pope did not seem to get the memo though. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you take the fall for all this. It’s my fault!”

You sighed, as JJ tried to assure him it was most definitely not his fault. 

“Pope...” you whispered softly. They kept on talking, ignoring you until JJ finally reached his hands up to Pope’s face. “Shut up, Pope. Shut up.”

You stared at them both, not knowing what JJ was going to say to calm Pope down. 

“For once in your life, trust someone else. John B, Y/N, and I have got it all sorted out.”

With this JJ removed his hands from Pope’s face, and the dark skinned boy turned to look at you with a questioning gaze. He turned back to JJ, who only said, “We’re gonna be filthy rich, man.”

Pope, still not understanding, kept his eyes on JJ. 

You leaned forward and whispered, “We’re back in the G-game, baby.”

Pope opened his eyes as wide as he could, showing exactly how shocked he was. “G-game? I thought we lost the gold game.”

“Yeah, well, we’re in overtime now.”

With that, JJ glanced down at you and quickly moved his eyes to the dance floor. You turned towards the dancing bodies and noticed Sarah Cameron dancing there with her friend, Scarlett. 

“We’ll be right back,” the blond said before grabbing your arm and walking in the direction of the Kook princess. You felt tingles on your forearm. Right where JJ’s hand was placed. 

Pope made confused noises as you turned away, and giving him one final look, you said, “We’ll explain - We’ll explain later.”

Turning towards the task at hand, you tried to slip in through the dancing people as JJ took a more direct approach. 

“Are you kidding me?” you muttered. How was that not supposed to gain attention?

You kept dancing as you watched JJ flounce around Sarah, while she just had a confused look in her eyes. She probably thought, What is JJ doing here at a Kook party? It was well known that JJ was the ultimate hater of Kooks. 

As you got closer to them, JJ caught your eye. You heard him talk to Sarah, and then you were finally right next to him. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Sarah greeted before turning around and opening the letter. You tugged JJ’s arm to leave, as the first part of the plan was already completed. Your thoughts of retrieving the other Pogues and escaping the party unscathed escaped your mind when Rafe and Kelce came into view. You groaned out loud. 

Rafe ignored you and grabbed onto JJ’s shoulders. “I’m wondering if you could get me a mai tai, my friend.”

You were fuming. You hated how Rafe always approached JJ with at least one more person and how he was always looking for a fight. 

“Leave us alone, Rafe.”

The blond Kook turned towards you, eyes raking up your figure. Even though he hated to admit it, Rafe had the hots for you and for Kie. The reason he absolutely hated that was because you were both Pogues. 

“You look pretty hot tonight, Y/N. Mind coming home with me so that I can show you how much better the Kook life is?”

Your face burned red with anger and you noticed JJ lurch forward towards Rafe, but Kelce pushed him back. Before your best friend could walk up to Rafe again, you tugged his forearm harshly and whispered, “Not worth it. Remember the plan.”

Trying to change the subject JJ began to speak about having to get drinks for other guests at the party, as he began backing away from the two Kooks. As you were still holding on to his forearm, he dragged you with him. 

Before turning to walk away from the situation, JJ says, “Help yourselves to the hors d’oeuvres.”

However, Rafe turned around and called on more of his goons. “Hey, guys, JJ is gonna serve us some hors d’oeuvers.”

You gasped as at least three more Kooks - that looked massive, by the way - joined Rafe and Kelce. 

“C’mon, Rafe, let’s not do this,” you tried to reason with him, but it went in one ear and out the other. 

“Shit,” you heard JJ mumble underneath his breath. He looked around at anything that could help him and you get out of this situation. Not seeing anything that could help he moved to grab your hand and said, “You know, we’ll be right back.”

With that he turned around and sprinted into the country club, dragging you along with him. 

A/N: I was trying to wrap up the story but I got carried away so... yeah there’s probably going to be a part 3. Oops. 

PART 3

[queenofbaws]

You know what content I need? Josh teasing Chris (or Ashley) about their crushes!

“Hey man, we’ve been buds for a long time, right?”

Uh oh - there were few questions that struck fear into Chris Hartley’s heart of hearts quite as deeply or swiftly as that one, so it was with no small amount of alarm that he turned Josh’s way. “...a really long time, yeah...?”

“Cool,” Josh nodded, continuing to scroll through something on his phone, “So you know that I’m saying this with all the affection my admittedly dusty, cobwebby, shriveled up heart can muster, but when the fuck are you gonna just go for it and ask Ash out?”

He fought (and lost against) the urge to roll his eyes, feeling his shoulders go slack as he fed him the very same story he’d been feeding him since, uh, well, probably right around seventh grade, honestly: “I’m not going to risk our friendship by just like...asking her out, bro, you know that - if she knew I actually...y’know...was interested, it would be so awkward and weird, and...what’s with the look?”

Josh shrugged, but it wasn’t the shrug that concerned him...it was the smirk; the smirk that only widened when he asked, “You get all that, kiddo?” not to Chris but to his phone, only turning it around after a moment to show Chris that he’d been on with Ash the whole goddamn time.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[that-was-anticlimactic]

if i DID major in education, it’d be english education... may i ask what that major is like? would one have time to double major and/or minor if they wanted to? education majors seem very time consuming and yes my sister is double majoring and studied abroad but she’s also graduating in 5 because of it and takes 21+ credit hours a semester...

bro call me biased but i LOVE english ed!!! i just finished up all of the required gen ed classes, so as of now the major related classes I’ve taken are: intro to interpersonal communication, intro to teaching English in secondary schools, multicultural ed, development secondary ed, argumentation and debate, world literature, language and society, reading and writing about literature, digital literacy, pre-1860 american lit, and creative writing. I’m also a creative writing minor:)

i really like my major, in all honesty. it’s a lot of essays and reading, but I think it’s worth it for the most part. i’ve generally enjoyed most of these classes thus far, and i’m getting into more edps type classes (next semester i’m taking a class about grading, i believe) and it’s just generally interesting and fun all around! it also helps a lot of you’re super passionate about it sjdbdjjrjr

oh and if you’re able to get experience in a classroom or something. when i took intro to english ed in secondary schools, I got to observe in a seventh grade english class and i genuinely enjoyed it so much. the kids were fantastic and it confirmed this was what i wanted to do. i also had the opportunity to be a group leader at a camp summer 2019 and work with middle schoolers. it was so great.

i know there’s time to minor since i am, i am doing 18 credit hours next semester tho plus a class this summer (but that’s because it’s asl three and the only available asl class for next semester didn’t fit in my schedule 😭). i think it depends on what you’d want to double major in because a lot of times education majors can be considered a double major??? like in a way, I’m double majoring in english and education but i’m also technically not??? it’s weird lol

good on your sister—i could never jahsjejejej

[koukouture]

A quick rant about angels because it’s interesting as fuck

So idk why but Angelism is so interesting?? Like, I just wanted to research stuff for my story and I went down this rabbit hole analyzing the different classes and looking at what they stand for because I noticed an odd correlation between the archangels and some of the lesser named angels (because the archangels is sort of a mess) and the angel hierarchy. 

Basically the angel hierarchy goes: 

 seraphim - six winged angels and sometimes are depicted covered in eyes, they guardians of God’s throne or sometimes they help run Heaven which is confusing for reasons we will see later. Also Lucifer/Satan was one of these???

 cherubim/cherub - also six wings but they have four faces: a person, an ox, an eagle/hawk, and a lion and sometimes have eyes on their wings, they provide wisdom and I guess the represent scholars

Thrones/Ophanim - two rings nestled into each other covered in eyes, sometimes they have wings and sometimes the don’t, also they’re on fire and are said to be wheels for God/the archangels’ chariot

Dominians - they look like regular angels and give out guidance

Virtues - looks normal and they provide enlightenment. What kind I’m not sure but I’m assuming any kind of enlightenment. Also they’re angels of choice and motion, and by motion I assume that means life

Powers - they’re warrior angels and as such they wear armour 

Principalities - they wear crowns and have scepters/staffs, they are leaders/guardians and also are angels of time 

Archangels - Apparently they’re the ruling class of angels but are put close to the bottom of the hierarchy???? Idk. If they’re the ruling class than why are they at the bottom? Are the angels ranked by power or importance??? The confusing thing is this word is only used to describe Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael, fuck sometimes ONLY Michael since he’s the only one that’s called an archangel in all versions of the Bible.  It’s also really confusing as to who is an archangel and who isn’t, because how many archangels there is heavily debated. Sometimes there are three, sometimes four, and sometimes SEVEN. But even then no one is consistent and like I said before, Michael is the only one referred to as an archangel in all versions of the Bible. So this might not even be a class of angels and just a title or even ONE FUCKING PERSON but we’ll never know because even if you take all versions of the Bible into account, there aren’t enough angels to suggest that this is an entire class since each is differentiated by 1) one specific thing/set of abilities/job and 2) there are hundreds of them, and as far as I know, all of the archangels stand for something different anyways so it’s more of a title??? Anyways point is the archangels are confusing and I hate it so much and also I don’t think this should be a class if NO ONE CAN AGREE ON WHAT THE FUCK IT IS. 

Angels - run of the mill angels, they’re the “guardian angels” and messengers. Yeah. There are some angels that are named that aren't the archangels but idk what class they are so I’m going to put them here. 

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Ok so with all that in mind, take a look at the archangels, except only four because the other three are never consistent and therefor I cannot speak for them: 

Michael - he’s the like chief angel, he’s the one in charge. It’s unclear if he replaced Lucifer/if Lucifer was an archangel but that’s not important here. Anyways, Michael is depicted as a warrior and sometimes holds a scale. As the chief angel he is obviously very close to God like the seraphims, he is a warrior and looks like the powers. Also, unrelated but I drew Michael in seventh grade for this weird saint project I had and my friend said he looked hot. Oh also, he’s associated with lighting and warriors which is really badass. In my story he’s got a saviour complex and is really serious so yeah. I find it so funny that he overlaps with figures from other religions that go against EVERYTHING he stands for and it’s so funny imagining a very serious and composed Michael loosing his shit bc he overlaps with Mr. Fucks-everything-with-a-hole-Zeus who is the cause of most problems in Greek mythology, and Thor who has no brain cells whatsoever in Norse mythology. Just Michael chewing out Zeus like “YOU CAN’T STICK YOUR DICK IN EVERYTHING AND EXPECT IT TO BE OK, NOW GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND SPEND TIME WITH YOUR WIFE, AND BE A PROPER LEADER WHILE YOU’RE AT IT” while Thor eats a chicken thigh in the background. (I wanna draw this now lol-) 

Gabriel - he’s a messenger, so it’s pretty obvious which class of angel he’s close to: the regular angels. Not much more to say but interestingly enough, if the only thing he does is send messages on behalf of God/Michael.  He seems really chill and does not deserve all of the shitty iterations he has in media. I’m looking at you, Constantine Gabriel. You bitch. Gabriel is the most popular for some reason bc of how he’s involved with Christmas, so most people make him out to be this warrior/corrupted angel when really he’s just a chill messenger god? Like I’m sorry are filmmakers allergic to proper research of topics they want to have their films revolve around? 

Raphael - ok before we get to his connection, I love this guy so much. He’s like the Bible’s version of Hermes (in character at least) So he’s really charismatic and funny + I love seeing similarities between religions. Also he’s bros with this human named Tobias. Anyhow, Raphael is associated with nature and life, and the colour green. The virtues also sometimes have control over the elements which are associated with nature so yeah, I’m saying he’s with the virtues. I like this guy a lot, super interesting and chill, Bible Hermes, 9/10, solid guy. 

Uriel - He. Baby. My mom was watching Lucifer and told me that he’s the youngest of the angels and idk I always think that Uriel is really young now. In my story he is the youngest of the angels so I now associate Uriel with children. But that aside, he’s actually a relentless judge so no more bby.  Seeing as he’s a judge I associate that with choice for some reason so the virtues, however he is sometimes a cherubim/seraphim so that just adds to my confusion about the archangels? 

[grasslandgirl]

oooo i sent it more as a fix prompt but also from one adhdhead to another i’m glad we agree!! thinking about sam and peter study dates

ahhhh fvbjsjvkbjf im so dumb i’m sorry i saw “adhd sam” and my brain just yelled YEAH. RADICAL. and that was it kjdvskfj 

that being said i’ve been haunted by ricky montgomery’s Line Without a Hook + eldonado since yesterday so........ hmmm.... (oh no this got wildly out of hand)

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Peter threw himself wholeheartedly into anything he worked on. It was just how he was built. Peter was either on or he was off, and it was hard to get him to change course once he was en route. Head down, eyes narrowed, his whole body angled down at his computer like if he got his face close enough to the screen, it would start streaming information right to and from his brain. His hair would flop, unnoticed, into his eyes and he would shove his glasses so far up his nose that Sam would worry he was going to bruise his nose. 

All this to say, of course, that study dates were something of an occupational hazard when you were best friends with Peter Maldonado.

And also secretly in love with him.

Well, mostly-secretly. Secretly to Peter, and probably only Peter, because Sam was 90% sure everyone else was in on the secret and knew how hopelessly gone Sam was for his oblivious best friend. Gabi was the only one who ever said anything to him about it, though. So, little victories. 

Finals were looming over their heads like a dark storm cloud. Looming on the horizon, fucking with barometric pressure just enough to make everyone jumpy and nervous. Peter worked well under pressure- which was a good thing, because Sam knew Peter put more pressure on himself than anyone else did- but he would always show up the night before a big exam and demand that Sam help him study. It was so commonplace after seven years of friendship that Sam didn’t question it anymore. Mostly.

There was always that small, hopeful, and nervous voice in the back of his head asking why Peter always studied with Sam when he studied just as well on his own. The only answer he could think of was that Peter knew Sam studied better with him there. But that wasn’t- that couldn’t- Sam always shut that annoying little voice down before it spiraled any further.

It didn’t do anyone any good to overcomplicate things that were objectively very simple. Peter liked routine, they were best friends, Sam was the only one who could talk Peter down from an academics-induced panic attack at 2 in the morning the night before a final exam. 2 + 2 = 4. Simple math. 

Sam was slumped on his back, halfway falling off his bed with his head and shoulders draped over the side of his mattress. The notebook he was supposed to be reviewing was abandoned, sitting on his stomach. Peter was sitting at Sam’s desk, leaned over and scowling at his laptop. 

It was unfair, really, how pretty Peter looked illuminated by the blue-white light of his notes document. Sam had the perfect view of Peter’s upside down profile, all furrowed eyebrows and clenched jaw and dark hair that’d had hands run through it too many times. It was late and Sam’s brain was wrung out and exhausted, only able to focus on Peter’s expression as he mouthed whatever obsolete moment in history he was trying to commit to memory, and the looping chorus of a Carly Rae Jepsen song he’d had stuck in his head for the last two hours. 

A big part of being friends with Peter Maldonado was knowing when to draw the line. 

“Pete, dude.” Peter looked up, blinking away the lines of notes Sam could almost see in his eyes. “It’s the middle of the night. Either we know it or we don’t at this point.”

“You think we should cut our losses?”

“I know you can survive on three hours of sleep and five cups of coffee, dude, but I can’t.” Sam tapped himself on the forehead. “This baby needs r&r or I can’t fucking function.”

“Right, right. What time is it?”

Sam sat up- an impressive showcase of his abs that Peter didn’t notice, of course- and dug around in his rumpled comforter for his phone. “12:30.”

Peter sighed heavily, tipping his head back against the headrest of Sam’s computer chair. “I should go home.”

“Dude. Just-” Sam was his own worst enemy sometimes- “just spend the night.”

“Yeah? Your moms won’t mind?”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure they assumed that’s what was happening when you showed up after dinner.”

It was probably just a weird reflection from the computer light on one of Sam’s posters onto Peter’s face. There was no way that Peter was blushing. 

“Anyway,” he continued, shoving his textbook and notes off of his bed instead of looking at Peter, “I’m gonna drive you tomorrow anyway, right? Saves me a trip.”

Peter closed his laptop with a soft click. “Yeah, sure, if it’s not-”

“It’s cool, dude, don’t be weird. Just two bros-”

“Chilling in a hot tub?”

Sam prayed Peter couldn’t see the hot blush he felt rising to his cheeks. Five feet apart cause they’re not gay. “Whatever you want, dude.”

Peter knew Sam was gay. He was the first person Sam had come out to- followed closely by Gabi and his moms. But there was a difference, Sam was sure, to having your best friend be gay versus having your best friend be gay and in love with you. An invisible line in the sand that would shift their relationship forever. Sam didn’t want to test how that shift would happen. Didn’t want to risk losing his best friend on the off chance that he wasn’t alone. 

“Right.” Peter repeated. 

They went to bed in pieces: Sam pulling on an old pair of sweatpants and throwing one to Peter, Peter neatly stacking all his notes on one corner of Sam’s desk, Sam kicking all his schoolwork to the edges of his bedroom floor as opposed to the middle of it, Peter brushing his teeth with the same toothbrush he’d kept in the Ecklund house since they were ten, Sam turning off all the lights, Peter wandering back into his bedroom, Peter’s hair turning to gold and ink in the faint streetlight coming in from the window, the two of them curling up back to back in Sam’s bed just like they always did.

And then it was dark and quiet and all Sam could hear was the faint sound of Peter’s breathing beside him. The warmth from Peter’s back mere inches from Sam’s. They’d fallen asleep next to each other a million times, but Sam still felt electric with the proximity. How easy it would be to just- stretch his legs out and wind his feet with Peter’s, to flip over and press his nose into the soft place where his hairline met the back of his neck, to whisper something hopeful and mortifying into the still night air and hear Peter’s breath catch in silent response.

Sam stayed still, held himself perfectly motionless lest he finally show his hand. And eventually, they both fell asleep.

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Peter woke up surrounded by Sam. The pillow he’d pressed his face into smelled like Sam’s hair and the sheets on his bed were the same tacky Star Wars ones he’d been so proud of in the seventh grade and the bed was warm with Sam’s body next to him. For an instant, Peter let himself consider it: waking up next to Sam like this every day. Falling asleep with his arms wrapped around Sam and waking up with his head on his chest. 

He squeezed his eyes shut against the glaring dawn light, and against the daydream that quickly threatened to spin out of control. He could still hear Sam’s sleep heavy breathing behind him.

Slowly, Peter sat up in bed, pushing his hair out of his face and scrounging the nightstand as quietly as he could for his glasses. He allowed himself a single glance at Sam- sleep soft and sprawled out on the bed, his hand inches from where Peter’s shoulder had been, like he’d been reaching out in his sleep- before standing up and grabbing his phone from where he’d left it charging on the desk.

“Sam.” Peter poked his shoulder. “Sam.”

He groaned incoherently, but rolled over, which was a good sign. 

“You have to get up, dude.”

“Breakfast?” Sam mumbled.

“Yeah,” Peter laughed a little, “I’m sure your mom’s making breakfast.”

“Urrgghhh.”

Peter grabbed the clothes he’d left in the corner the night before and pulled an old t shirt out of Sam’s closet. “I’m stealing a shirt.”

“Oh,” Sam said, half sitting up and blinking the sleep out of his eyes. “Yeah- good, okay.”

“I’m gonna go-” Peter gestured weakly towards the door, and beyond it, the bathroom. Sam peered up at him, the light from the window hitting his face in a single pane, like something out of a sun-soaked French movie. Like this was the moment where one of them broke the uncertainty, the silence. Peter could see the scene unfolding in his mind’s eye, like he’d seen it a hundred times. He’d say something like, did you sleep well? And Sam would answer, better with you here, and Peter would oh-so-slowly close the distance and drop his jeans to the floor and Sam would arch up and meet him halfway and the camera would pan away, leaving them both washed in the golden early-morning light. “Bathroom. I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” Peter said, and closed the bedroom door behind him. 

He splashed water on his face and combed through his hair with his fingers, throwing on yesterday’s jeans and Sam’s t shirt under his sweatshirt and hoping it wasn’t obvious to anyone else how badly Peter wished every morning could be like this. 

He left the bathroom quickly and perched on the edge of Sam’s bed, scrolling through twitter while Sam did his hair in the bathroom. 

Breakfast was quiet and normal and filled with the usual mini-dramas in the Ecklund house. Kara didn’t want PB&J for lunch and one of Sam’s moms left the flat iron on in their bathroom and Leah almost burned the eggs and Sam spent half of breakfast finishing the math homework he’d almost forgotten he had. 

Sam drove them both to school early for the Morning Show, laughing and singing along to his “perfectly composed drive to school playlist,” and the rest of the day went on normally. He took his history test and saw Sam in math class and they sat with Ming and Randall and Phil at lunch. 

But all the while, Peter couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. He’d had... feelings for Sam for a while, unquantifiable and nebulous. He’d categorized them all: the way his stomach twisted when Sam smiled at him crookedly, the skipped beat of his heart when Sam slung his arm around Peter’s shoulders, how his hands got clammy when he caught Sam watching him out of the corner of his eye, how he always found ways to hangout during and after school. But he’d never dared to name the feeling. Defining it meant- meant he should do something about it. Made it real. 

But that morning, waking up next to Sam, borrowing his t shirt to wear to school, falling asleep next to each other- they were all things they’d done a million times before. Peter’s chest ached with the normalcy, the domesticity of it. 

Peter’s fingers itched to try and piece it all together, his feelings and Sam’s and their history together. String it all together on a corkboard until it made sense. But Peter knew it wouldn’t work. Not without Sam there to see the bigger picture in the first place. It’s why they worked so well together; Peter would gather and organize all the information, but Sam was the one that knew how to put it together, knew how to see the forest from the trees in a way Peter never could on his own. Even if he tried to map out the snarl of feelings in his chest, Peter knew he’d be left with a labyrinth of post-its and red string without Sam there to untangle it for him.

Dramatic irony, he supposed.

Peter caught the bus home, Sam had something for theatre after school, and spent the entire ride with his music turned as high as it would go, trying not to think about Sam as he stared out the window. 

The problem, Peter realized, with being a self-professed movie lover, is that your brain starts to treat life like a movie. He could imagine a dozen different ways his life could spiral out from this moment, a dozen different movie time-lines he could find himself in. The tragedy, where he never tells Sam and lives his entire life in uncertainty. The drama, where he tells Sam and it tears their friendship apart. The tragic love story, where he and Sam are together and happy until they’re not. The comedy, where Sam laughs him off and they go back to their friendship with a tiny crack between them, spackled over with laughter that’s just a little strained. 

The romantic comedy, where everything goes perfect and they ride out into the sunset. 

Life wasn’t like the movies, though, nothing ever went as simple or as straightforward or as cinematic. There isn’t a director behind the camera who can call cut and change the scene halfway through. There aren’t any sweeping cinematic shots with atmospheric indie pop playing in the background.

It was just Peter, and Sam, and the creeping uncertainty hanging between them. 

Right before dinner that night, Peter got a text from Sam.

sam: thanks for the study help last night, felt good about the test today

sam: don’t stress i know youre freaking out about it too

sam: you did great on the test pete i know it

Peter blinked at his phone, at the unspoken I know you hidden inbetween the lines. Sam knew him better than anyone, knew his habits and his worries and his annoying little tendencies. And he was still there. 

And that, Peter realized, said more than anything else.

Love wasn’t a panoramic of a passionate kiss at sunset. It was knowing someone, learning them backwards and forwards, all the good and the bad pieces of them. It was staying, not despite everything, but because of it.

Peter loved him. It was as simple and as complicated as that.

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The doorbell rang at the end of dinner. Sam rushed to get to the door before his sisters- if he was lucky, it was their batty old neighbor Mrs Gorschtt and she would prattle on for fifteen minutes about her cat, shove a cake into Sam’s hands, and get him out of having to help clean the kitchen.

But when he opened the door, it wasn’t Mrs Gorschtt standing on the front porch, it was Peter. 

“Hey, dude, what’s up? We don’t have like a math test tomorrow I blanked on, do we?”

“Huh?” Peter blinked at him, “No, no.”

“So, what’s up?” Sam stepped out onto the porch beside Peter, closing the front door behind him. Maybe he could still get out of washing the dinner dishes. 

“Uh- so, the thing is-” Peter muttered, twisting one of the strings from his hoodie between his fingers. Sam’s stomach dropped; something was wrong. Peter was nervous, uncertain about something. He wasn’t looking Sam in the eye, and he had one arm wrapped around his stomach like a shield. His head started spinning with a million different things Peter could be upset about, but the thing Sam kept coming back to- he knew.

Somehow, Peter had finally figured him out. And he was coming to tell Sam- what? That they couldn’t be friends anymore? That Sam had made it weird? 

“Pete-” Sam started, trying to cover his bases, trying to fix this before his best friendship in the world went up in flames.

“You’re the only one who calls me that.” Peter interrupted, finally looking at Sam.

“What?”

“Pete. You’re the only one.”

“I- we’re friends, dude, I’m allowed to have nicknames.” Sam tried to laugh, but it sounded forced, even to his ears.

“I- I know,” Peter’s eyebrows were furrowed, and he was staring at Sam like he was a page of history notes he was trying to memorize. “I got your text.”

“Oh, uh okay.”

“Sammy, I uh, I have to say something, and I want you to promise you’ll let me finish.”

Sam’s stomach dropped even further. Here it was. The end of everything. “Right,” he tried to smile at Peter, “sure dude, whatever you need.”

Peter nodded. “You’ve been my best friend since the fifth grade. You know all of my secrets, all the bad things that I don’t tell anyone else. You know that I don’t like orange-flavored things because I had too much orange-flavored medicine as a child and that I stay up too late studying the night before a test and I panic after I finish taking it. You watch movies I recommend, even though you think High School Musical 2 is the best movie ever made, you- god-” Peter scrubs his hands through his hair, clenching his eyes closed briefly- “this would be so much easier if I could just- you can see the big picture. Like with this you could just- take the words, the discrete pieces of data and put them together. Make it cohesive, coherent. I’m not making sense,” he muttered.

“Pete-”

“I don’t want to just spend the night after study dates.” Peter blurted out abruptly. His face froze, like he wasn’t sure what he just said, like he was terrified Sam was going to misunderstand. “I- I mean. I want to do real dates. With you. And spend the night and wear your clothes and have my hoodies smell like you and watch you spin around in the morning show chairs without having to worry about you catching me and I want to see you without gel in your hair and I want to lean against you when we have movie nights and-”

“Pete.”

“Sammy,” Peter said, kind of breathless. “Go on a date with me.”

“Like a study date?” Sam said, also kind of breathless.

“Like a date-date. Please.”

“Yeah. Yeah, just- come here-” and then Sam’s hands were on either side of Peter’s face and his fingers were in his hair and Peter’s hands were caught in Sam’s sweater and then-

Peter kissed like he didn’t know all the answers, for once, and he was okay with it. Peter kissed like he was memorizing everything about the moment. Peter kissed like he was planning on replaying it like an old video tape, over and over until the tape wore thin and tore. Peter kissed like he could hear the orchestra playing behind them, like they were in some cheesy made for tv rom com and were about to get their happy ending.

Peter kissed like Sam was his happy ending.

Finally, they broke apart- more to catch their breath than anything else. 

“Hell of a study date,” Sam breathed, unable to stop smiling.

“Shut up.” Peter was smiling, too.

And, leaning back in, Sam did.

[blue-likethebird]

I present to you: Haikyuu characters as memorable moments from middle school and my first year of high school

Hinata: Literally everybody who went on the seventh grade camping trip got the same stomach bug and no one showed up to class for a week afterwards

Kageyama: The time a group of boys in my class had a competition to see who could build the best sculpture out of the lunch program milk cartons

Daichi: My 9th grade music teacher starting every class by playing a really loud drum solo, telling everyone to shut the hell up, and then telling one of the jokes submitted to his “dad joke jar”

Suga: The time I got into an overly invested debate with my history teacher and he had the same energy as my dad, so when I was right I got really loud and pointed right in his face. At least he found it funny

Asahi: The first time I got in trouble in middle school was for sitting in one of the ‘off limits’ spots to read a book. I spent like 3 years feeling guilty for that.

Nishinoya: In 6th grade music class we had an assignment to make up a song to finish the unit on guitars. One of the groups that went first performed a song about pizza toppings, then tried to stage dive at the end of their presentation. They got in trouble for it.

Tanaka: My 9th grade religion teacher gave us an assignment where part of the task was to make 2013-style memes based on the Ten Commandments. One of the boys in my class would loudly announce “These aren’t even memes anymore bro” during every period we had to work on that project.

Ennoshita: My class had to film and present news broadcasts for an English project. Regardless of how well done they were, every single kid would plug their ears and look away when their segment came up except for one guy who said “You wish you had my confidence” at the end of his presentation.

Tsukishima: One kid tried to brag about how many people he’d roasted only for someone else to cut in and say “No offence, but your roasts were as hot as an ice cube”

Yamaguchi: the time I got nailed in the head during a middle school gym class when my teacher was trying to show the class how to do an overhead serve.

Yachi: The time one of the other flutes in my music class whispered “that was traumatizing” after she finished her solo playing test.

Kiyoko: One girl who responded to the guy who texted her asking to see her ‘🍉s’ by sending him a photo of one of the watermelon slices in her fridge.

Michimiya: Card games were banned at school because one of my friends gave herself a bruise when she hit the table too hard while playing Slap

Takeda: My French teacher becoming really weirded out by the amount of time we spent discussing the murders when we did our Phantom of the Opera unit.

Ukai: the time I overheard a group of staff at the community centre beside my old school complain about how loudly kids were playing music in the building.

Oikawa: Chess tournaments somehow became the popular recess activity, at the end of the year the kid who had won the most chess matches was the most stereotypical jock in our grade.

Iwaizumi: The trombone player who would whisper “please shut the fuck up” anytime someone started playing the mii music on their instrument after band practice ended.

Bokuto: The kid in my 6th grade class who shaved his hair into a mohawk and dyed it blue, but then denied having ever had that haircut until he graduated.

Akaashi: The girl who would respond to any teasing about guys who liked her by saying “I don’t care” in the most deadpan voice I’ve ever heard a pre-teen girl use.

Kuroo: The time in science where we had to make those spaghetti and marshmallow buildings and see which group built the tallest structure that would stay standing, except one group cheated by sticking spaghetti into the ceiling and building down until the spaghetti tower touched their desks.

Kenma: One of the kids who went on the enrichment trip to a robotics event didn’t say a word the entire time. Instead she built a tiny hand-cranked robot that got further through the maze we were supposed to program our robots to go through than most of the other robots our class built.

Lev: The time a boy managed to grab onto one of the basketball hoops without jumping for it and wouldn’t stop bragging about it for like a week afterwards.

Yaku: The scourge of tall kids getting kicked in the shins on the playground in 6th grade.

Terushima: The time on our graduation trip where we went to see a waterfall and two guys started bragging about how easy the hike was going to be. When we got to the suspension bridge they were two of the most scared to cross it.