#so if this looks really bright then i appologize

[hollis-art]

i personally think that odo has flown into a glass pane as a bird at least once, and i think quark deserves to be there when it happens

odo was out here trying to be majestic to impress his boyfriend/guy that he wholeheartedly hates, and the glass just had to get in the way smh

[amorek1m]

┈─ও ✮⭒When You Buy Another Group Photocard ⭒✮

pairing⠀⑅ 　 ׅ⠀ boyfriend!Soonyoung x girlfriend!female reader 세븐틴 호시,, genre ༊*· . ✶ . . fluff,,,sfw ָ֢ ⬫ ܻ` warnings : jealousy, insecure Soonyoung (maybe), gramatical errors, (!ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!) wc ࣪ ⋆ ٫ ٫ 428 ◟ ͜ ◞

𝓚𝓲𝓶'𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝔃 ; I don't know if this is good and to your liking but, I hope you enjoy this !! >< (btw, this is my first reaction so, don't expect this to be good😣)

Don't copy,repost & translate any of my work!! Reblog is okay~💙 (!!PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!!)

"KYARGHHHH!!!!!" your scream making Soonyoung run towards you, abruptly abandoning his game and leaving his teammates bewildered as they shout at him from the headphone.

"Y/NN!!!" Soonyoung exclaimed, "WHATT!!…is going on?" he asked as he titls his head. Confused why did you scream minutes ago.

"Look here, Soonyoung!!" you said, your eyes bright with excitement. Soonyoung, came closer, his curiosity piqued by what you were holding in your hands.

"I bought a photocard last Saturday, I didn't expect it to arrive so quickly!"

"Photocard?" Soonyoung's asked, mind pausing for a moment to process the information. "Yes!!" you replied, noticing the confusion in his eyes.

"Ohh a photocard? why don't you tell me earlier? I can just tell my company to give it to y-" before he could finish his sentence, something caught his eye.

"I-i-is that.."

"Jake!!" your expression beaming with happiness. You help up the photocard, twirling around as if you were the happiest girl in the world. Soonyoung on the other hand, couldn't believe his eyes.

Here you were, buying a photocard of another group, something he never imagined you doing.

"Y/N…"

"Hmm?" you hummed, still twirling around not leaving your eyes at Jake's photocard.

"You don't love me anymore, do you?" he asked, his voice filled with a hint of betrayal. Hearing the words, your attention turns back to him. "Wait Soonyoung.."

"What?" he replied, still refusing to look at you, his arms still crossed as a pout forming on his lips. You swear, you would kiss him right now cause his pouty lips look irresistibly cute. Why in the hell would you didn't love him?

"Sonnie, baby, look here?" you said as you cupped his face in your hands. Soonyoung, as always, melted under your touch, softening at hearing his nickname spoken by your angelic voice.

As you get his attention back, you hug him. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't done that." you appologize sincerely.

Soonyoung who desperately wanted to forgive you saying, "it's okay Y/N, i forgive you." but being the asshole as he was, he replied,(he still hurt by your actions though) "You really shouldn't done that." he said with a fake angry tone. "And..do you think i will forgive you?" he dramaticlly said.

Your laughter broke out as you found it difficult to take him seriously.

"W-w-why did you laugh?! I'm being serious" he exclaimed, feeling both confused and embarrassed.

Once your laughter stops, you looked at him with a smile, "How could I love someone else if the person infront of me will get jealous easily."

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[looseratinthegarage]

HIII hiii idk if you have doen this yet but can you write a lil thing abt a first kiss with the slashers?? i love your writing sm and. i kinda binge read Almost everything

First kiss with the slashers

Omg my heart is melting, i'm so honored that you like my writing T^T and I’m so glad you suggested this! I’ve been wanting to write it and you’re a great motivation! I don’t know which slashers you want so im gonna do Michael and Thomas, if you want to see others please let me know! I’d be happy to write more of this!!!! I really enjoy fulfilling requests <3

Tw: This one is a bit nsfw, but its just kissing!

Thomas

•Oh my goodness, your first kiss with Thomas was so cute and sweet!!!

•You were sitting on his bed taking a break from chores and talking. Poor thomas was so hot that he really wanted to take off his mask, but he was afraid of scaring you away, that you’d see him as a monster…

•Once his mask was set aside, your mouth fell slightly agape. He initially panicked, thinking the worst he quickly went for his mask, but you stopped his hand. You carefully crawled up onto his lap to get a better view of his face.

•You place your hands on either side of his face and lean in, he froze, a mixture of shock and his natural shyness. He begin kissing back quickly, once he process what's happening that is. He places his hand at the back of your neck and pulls you impossibly closer.

•You pull away, embarrassed and bright red, you begin appologizing and stuttering like mad. He isn’t good with words, so instead he pulls you in for another gentle kiss to show you its okay.

•You can hear fake gagging noises from the doorway, both of you spin around, a blushing mess to see who it is, though you both knew before you looked. There Hoyt stood with the most disgusted face.

• “You both have work to do, quitmessing around!”

•you both nod and awkwardly look away from him as he stomps away. When you look back at eachother, you both are blushing messes

•Just know if Hoyt ever messes with you and tommy about being romantic, just tell Mamma Luda Mae, she’ll handle it, Hoyt will spend a night sleeping on the porch :)

Michael RZ

•He would be very aggressive about it but he has sweet intentions

•Your first kiss would most likely happen 1 of 2 ways

•The first way would be on a movie night! You set out all the snacks and sweet treats for the both of you. He’ll take his mask off so he can eat and watch at the same time, if he rolled up his mask every five seconds to eat his vision would be pretty hindered.

•He’s pretty cute when it comes to horror movies, especially gory ones. When an intense moment comes on he’ll cover your face with his large hand, even if you tell him your okay with it! But if you tell him you actually enjoy it he’ll pause, and possibly get a boner- put your murder boner away!

•you rest your head on his shoulder, and that has him melting. He’ll slowly turn to face you, thinking you did something wrong you quickly sit up and go to apologize. What you didn’t expect was him to grab your shirt and pull you in for an unpracticed rough kiss.

•He pulled you to his chest and the movie was quickly forgotten. I think we all know Michael is very handsy, he’d grab your butt and squeeze, not too hard though, making you gasp into the kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue in.

•You both pull away for air, your eyes are wide and a string of spit connecting the both of you. He’d pull you in and rest his head in the crook of your neck, he’ll stay there for hours if you let him <3

•The second way is if a victim got to you…

•He’s on his usual hunt, but the victim ran into his house after a long chase. You were inside and jumped at seeing a bloody figure that wasn't Michael. They caught on pretty quickly to why you were there and cornered you.

•He wrapped his hands around your throat and began to squeeze. You choked and clawed at his arms, you screamed desperately for Michael with your limited air to come save you, ironic isn't it?

• “That freak killed my girlfriend! So I'll kill his little toy!”

•Blood suddenly sprayed all over your face as the hands around your neck loosen significantly until they fall. A large hand pushes the body to the left, making it fall with a thud. You look up and see a comforting sight, but for the first time, you saw something different in his eyes. Michael looked scared, honestly scared. You thought you’d never see the day.

•He pulls you in and looks you over for any wounds, once satisfied he delicately lifts your chin and leans down. Fireworks go off in your head once your lips connect, he becomes rly soft and gentle when worried about you T^T <3

[mooncakesofpan]

NO?! RIGHT?!

Teen dad!Billy Hargrove x Teen mom!hopper!Reader

Summary: Weeks after an incident with your boyfriend your not feeling well and with hopper concerned he takes you to the doctors.

A/n: sorry it took so long to put out another part to this. Reader is Adopted. This takes place before Vicky is born. im also appologizing right now i do my reserch but of course things arnt going to be accurate due to the fact ive never been pregnant. 

Warnings: Teen Pregnacy , Angst, Morning sickness, mentions Neil’s terrible and Abusive Parenting, Established Relationship, Strong Language,OOC BIlly, She/her pronouns

Word Count: 1.2k

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You had been home sick for 3 days not feeling well having felt queasy and tired. Your dad was getting ready for work when he heard you in the bathroom retching into the toilet. Your head on your arm leaning against the toilet seat. You were feeling a bit better after that, you were obviously sick with something. “Are you sure your gonna be okay if I leave you here?” Hopper said weary “Yeah, yeah I should be fine in like a few days I’ll be okay,” “If you're not better by tomorrow morning I'm taking you to the doctor okay?” he says sternly butting on his jacket. El was toasting egos in the toaster while you were feeling a little better, you decided to try and go to school getting dressed and ready to be a bit late. You saw billy in your first period. You could feel your boyfriend's eye’s on you. As your class ended he came up to you leaning his arm next to you on the locker. “You been gone for 3 days, and every time I call your house all I get is your little sister saying you're sick, ” he says searching your eyes. “What's up with that Doll?” “I've just been sick I'm not contagious or anything I was feeling a bit better so I came in” Billy's eyebrows furrowed. “Well, I'm glad to have my girl back,” he smiles looking at your lips leaning in and pressing his slightly chapped lips to yours. you went threw the day with a very little bit of nausea. But you managed the rest of the day without too many issues just being really tired. Which Billy defiantly took notice of. You had made it back home and tried to eat something really that's you had been avoiding all day cause you were worried about queasiness. After a nap and eating a snack you were doing okay till 5:15 and your dad brought dinner home. “I got you an appointment with your doctor tomorrow something is clearly wrong,” Your dad says with a deep sigh “Uh thank you,” you said digging into your food. You were up bright and early, heading to the doctor. “Okay, so I do have to ask this hopper just in case. Is there any possibility you could be pregnant?” your doctor Hopper looked at you, eyebrow raised waiting for you to answer the question. “No right?!” he says sternly looky “I uh maybe, I would say no but there was an incident a few weeks ago with my boyfriend where the condom ripped and we thought it would be fine,” you rambled on. You could see Hopper in the corner shaking his head and rubbing his temple. “okay that's fine we can simply run a few tests, cause due to your symptoms it seems nothing else could be wrong aside from you seem to be a little dehydrated, and a bit bloated, can you tell perhaps when your last period was,” your doctor said. “Uh mine was a little over a month ago so technically mine should have started I guess,” you say a bit unsure, she nods writing it down. “Well we’ll do a blood and urine test and we’ll let you know when we have the results,” she said. You got the blood test and urine test and scheduled an appointment for later that week to go over the results. “Why wouldn't you tell me something like that happened” Hopper “Oh yeah, it would be super easy to say ‘hey dad remember my boyfriend you hate, yeah we’ve been screwing in the back of his car, and the condom we used was faulty and I might be pregnant with his baby’” you snapped. Hopper let out a sigh as you rode in silence for a while “Are you mad at me?” you said tears and streamed down his face hopper looked between you and the road “Christ kid, no I'm not mad I'm just concerned,” Hopper said “Your 17, and I'm just worried about how difficult this will be for you,” he said with a deep sigh. You nodded and the rest of the ride was silent. For the next few days, you were at school waiting for the result to come back in the weekend finally came around and so did your appointment. “Well, your test result came back Y/n you are pregnant we're gonna get you set with an ultrasound so we can see exactly how far along you are,” your doctor said you looked at your hands nodding. The truth is that a part of you knew you were pregnant, but the truth was really setting in as the words were uttered by your doctor. Your mind went blank as she gave you an appointment date and gave you some recommendations, and vitamins on what you could start doing now. leaving the doctor's office you had a lot on your mind you intended to keep the baby. That was something you thought about long and hard last night. How would you tell Billy though, you’d have to say something eventually. Your ride to the store was silent, your dad getting out to grab things as you went threw the pharmacy isles you grabbed the vitamins while Hopper grabbed some snacks and other things. Your mind was everywhere. as Hopper paid. the ride home was silent “What are you gonna do? are you gonna tell that Billy kid?” Hopper said “yeah, I'll tell him I think I just need a minute.” you got home and went in your room waving to El as she sat in her room in the cabin. you weren't entirely sure how to tell your boyfriend this was kinda a roadblock in your guy's plans for after high school.  Go to California live carefree for a while, be wild young adults before possibly settling down. but now this threw a bit of a Rench in the plan. Billy was also a bit rough around the edges you had been keeping him in check with shit he use to say, influenced by his asshole of a father. You finally decided to tell him while the two of you were on your way home Billy driving you out near the cabin. the speed of Billy's Camero going too fast to be anywhere near safe. Half of you didn't really think much before what came out your mouth. “I'm pregnant” those two words caused the car to swerve a bit “Y/n What the hell! You don't just spring that on a guy,” he says looking between you and the road. He pulls over albeit roughly and brakes leaning his head against the wheel. He breathes out looking at you. “You're sure, like you not fucking with me,” he says lowly. you look at the roof of the car. “I'm not fucking with you I'm serious billy,” there was a long pause of silence “So are you gonna say anything,” “I mean it's mine right?” he says raising an eyebrow at you “of course, it's yours I haven't fucked anyone else,” you say slightly frustrated at his response “ Well then I'm gonna help raise it,” he said leaning back and joining you in looking at the ceiling of the Camero “I may be an ass but I want to be better than my shithead of a father,” he says breathing out “I'm not gonna leave you to do this alone okay,” he said looking at you and grabbing your hand.

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[ayowuzap]

Yes i was rereading and reached at around 756 now while making the chapters for part two pile up since last last month fuck everything

Bg: Cale suddenly got transported to the sealed god's "tests" in the temple because of something idk and that was somehow the god of death's fault so now he"s trying to fix shit up. This particular scenario that i thought of around 1 - 2am that hasn't stop haunting me was the Wrtah Test. (I finished the scrap thingamajig at around 2:30 just in case ya'll wanna know don't judge me please)

Ps. I tried to stay loyal to the novel's/author's way of writing so i appologize in advance if its wonky don't also @ me with the grammer since like i said its fuckibg 2am help me

"Jack, Mary and Bud Illis."

Their eyes widened as Cale mentioned their names that they couldn't utter out loud  before.

It was understandable. They were gone after all.

"Those three are doing well."

However what the Cale whom they didn't know very well and had complete balance because he had the wood ancient power said the complete opposite.

"What..."

Hannah mumbled out subconsciously, completely flabbergasted as she heard her dead brother's name and being mentioned as if he was alive.

No, as if he didn't become a sacrifice in the first place.

"You- You aren't lying are you?"

"No. I have no reason to lie about something like this."

Hannah could not help but be doubful. However, Cale understood her feelings.

"That's great."

Tasha commented in a sorrowful yet joyful voice.

"That's really, really great."

Tasha smiled sadly as she gently closed her eyes shut as if satisfied.

"Mm."

Glenn Poeff whom Cale had known as one of the people who was a survivor of Poeff Household and the Assasins Housholds, and most importantly as Bud's ally and companion, hummed and clenched his fists.

Cale looked at them tiredly and looked at the ceiling while still holding the paper Cage gave him earlier and while still stepping on the God of Death's divine book.

Cale then spoke.

"Mourn."

They flinched as their eyes shook violently at the unexpected yet expected response.

"Remember, let go then mourn."

Cale said his thoughts out loud.

He could not help it.

He had lost many people in the past as Kim Rok Soo and had become quite familiar with the feeling of sadness and mourned, albeit very late.

"If you still can't accept it yet. Mourn some more. If you can't anymore or don't want to, that's fine too. No one will rush you nor judge you."

"They'll understand too."

Tasha's face had become blank as Hannah's expression broke and Glenn brought his clenched fists towards his mouth, shutting his eyes to orevent himself from tearing up.

"And well, I..."

Cale theb turned his toward them with a sorrowful, understanding expression yet with a bright, satisfied smile.

"I may or may not have learnt this the hard way."

He smiled even more as he remembered his conversations with the other Lee Soo Hyuk and Choi Jung Soo that he met in the other "test" and his conversation with the team leader he knew when he was going to give him his Embrace ability.

However, the others saw this both correctly and incorrectly.

He looked as if he had gone a lot through- (leaving this blank for now)

--- (leaving this blank for now)

"Mary..."

"Oppa...!"

"Ugh."

Hannah wailed, holding onto the robe she's wearing that is originally her brother's robe that he had always wore before he died, as Tasha fell down to her knees and sobbed and cradled her face while Glenn clenched his eyes shut even more as he bit his lip until it bled and...

They mourned.

Imma edit this later but for now imma cry myself to sleep gunayt-

[mytwilightimagines13]

Pet, The Beginning (Part Five)

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Taglist: @aro-is-gay-af @vamp-army @raindancer2004 @like-rain-or-confetti @volturidoll13 @kpopgirlbtssvt @avyannadawn @alexavolturisblog

Word count: 824

27th of February 2006

Volterra, Italy

I shut down my computer and took a deep breath while looking at the three books I was supposed to deliver to the wives. Well, I guess a little exercise never killed anyone... I grabbed the books and used the elevator to at least bring me to the Master's quarters. From there I had to take the many steps that lead to the clock tower where the wives resided. Th elevator ride wasn't too long. Maybe it took a minute or two, but it was enough to be irritated by the opera song that always seemed to be played on repeat in all the elevators. I did however, take a quick peak at my reflection. My usually pale skin slowly tanned due to the fact I spend every day in the sun during my lunchbreak, and my long, brown hair showed little streaks of highlights that were there thanks to the sun as well. With a ding the doors opened to reveal the empty square room that served as the main hall for the living quarters. There was a large table in the middle of the room filled with books and surrounded by a handful wooden chairs. In the corner a fire roared and served as the only light in the room. There were three doors made of ebony on each of the walls all leading to each master their personal quarters. The Volturi crest decorated the doors, only instead of the usual red gems that the normal guard wore, each crest now had a certain colour stone in all of them. The crest above the door to the left held blue gems, the middle room violet and the room to the right bright green. I was certain that it had something to do with the master's preferences but I wasn't too certain. Nevertheless, I turned to my left and approached the stairs that were directly next to the elevator, only to find a bunch of pillows at the bottom. I chuckled softly. Well, I guess Jane and Alec kept their promise of trying to break my fall. I took a deep breath and started the climb to the top tower of the castle.

Everything was on fire. My lungs, my calves even my arms. When I finally reached the top, I was panting and sweating and shaking. My heart was racing in my chest as raspy breaths filled my lungs, trying to replace the lost oxygen in my blood from the exercise. “I should really consider quitting smoking.” I whispered to myself as I slowly regained myself. “That might be a good idea. We wouldn't want someone as beautiful as yourself to die a slow and agonizing death from those things, now do we?” a velvet smooth voice said. I squeaked, dropped the books and was about to fall off the stairs when another pair of delicate yet strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist. “Now, now. Falling down to your death isn't an option either, darling.” a melodic voice whispered in my ear before the arms gently placed me back down on the floor, far away from the stairs. Once she was sure I was steady she moved from behind me and stood next to the person the velvet voice came from. The one who scared me must have been Sulpicia, as she was the one with wavy, dark hair and an olive complexion. So that meant the one who caught me was Athenodora, judging from her long, blonde hair and pale complexion I could assume I was right. My heart literally dropped again once it had calmed down. Great. My first time meeting the Mistresses and I make a fool of myself. I quickly look at the books on the floor and get on my knees to grab them. “My appologies, Mistresses. I didn't mean to drop your books.” I quickly said. “Sta bene in ginocchio, non sei d'accordo sorella?” Sulpicia said. “Si sorella. Mi chiedo cos'altro può fare mentre è in ginocchio.” Athenodora said. I frowned a little. My Italian wasn't that good yet and I was wondering what Athenadora had been wondering about. I slowly rose up to my feet again. Athenodora took a step forward and gently took the books from my hands, her hand lightly caressing over mine, a small gasp escaping my lips at the coolness of it. “Grazie, Dolcezza.” she said, a small smirk over her full, red lips due to my reaction. “Il mio piacere, Mistress. Anything else I can do for you?” I asked as I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. Cool fingers gently caressed my cheek and forcing me to look up into the milky red eyes of Sulpicia. “Maybe later, when you are ready, Neonata.” she said as she slowly took a step back. She turned around and made her way into the tower room. Athenodora winked at me before following her sister and closing the door behind her.

(Sta bene in ginocchio, non sei d'accordo sorella? = she looks pretty on her knees, don't you agree sister.) (Si sorella. Mi chiedo cos'altro può fare mentre è in ginocchio. = Yes sister. I wonder what else she can do while on her knees)

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[ndoandou]

Hi!! I saw your requests were open, so uh could I request an Ikevamp headcanon for Arthur, Theo, Vincent and Isaac reacting an MC who is super energetic. Like, as in she could literally dance around the mansion without having a care in the world? ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Yeah lol pls feel free to take your time with this request and have a nice day!! ༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ

This is cute 😳😳

This ended up being wayyy longer than i thought it would be. Arthur's part went deeper than i thought it would be-

This is probably one of my longest headcanon/scenario, i hope you enjoy 😌

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Lets say for context, MC is sweeping through the hall while humming, and as time went by her humming becomes louder. Eventually she straights up start singing while twirling and dancing around

Arthur

The first encounter with this trait of MC kind of surprised him. He wasn't expecting young lady to be this active and bright

Gets along very well with her actually

He doesn't mind her energetic personality, but sometimes in gets in the way when he is working on his stories.

He doesn't see her as "annoying" like what most people woukd describe her

He just thinks that she has so many things in her mind (in a good way) that she expresses them all at once //my mans pulling off a doctor doyle 😳

Arthur was in his room, trying to concentrate on his writing when he heard MC singing loudly outside

"I dare say, she is one active lady." Arthur said to himself as he exhaled.

Arthur got up and openned his bedroom door, revealing MC who was singing and dancing around with the broom

MC noticed arthur who was leaning on the door frame with a defeated expression

"Good afternoon to you arthur!" MC greeted him cheerfully, which then she went back to singing and dancing around

"Good afternoon to you too, dear" arthur said which MC probably didn't hear

Once he tried flirting with her but it all flew over her head

This one time MC and arthur was left alone and he tried to make a move on her

Arthur leaned over to MC's ear and whispered

MC seemed unbothered and let him lean over to her

"Seems like we're left alone, love.. would you like to have some fun?" Arthur whispered suggestively

MC was an innocent and very bright girl but she wasn't stupid

"Hm? No. Oh! Arthur can i ask you something?" MC asked unbothered by arthurs invitation

This took him by surprise

"Oh..ehm, go ahead poppet."

"Am i annoying?"

Arthur was blown away by her question.

"Annoying? No, no. That's not it, love. Why do you ask?" Arthur asked her curiously. He wasn't expecting this question from her.

"Ahahaha..! It's nothing important, its just when i lay down at night, i start realizing the unpleasant looks i get from some people whenever im doing something or saying something. I tell myself not to be annoying but i lose control of myself the next day." MC said cheerfully as if what she felt wasn't anything serious at all

Arthur felt really bad after hearing that. He realized that she was being misundertood badly.

He realized that behind that cheerfull personality, she had such deep thoughts

He wasn't expecting her to reveal her most vulnerable side to him out of everyone

He realized that the time he looked defeated arounded MC must have been in her memories

"Oh..oh dear me. I didn't know you felt that way, and im sorry if im one of those people who made you feel that way." Arthur said, with a sympathetic look on his face.

Arthur realized that MC never wanted to cause discomfort to anyone with how she is.

"Hmm i probably sounded REAL silly with what im saying, you can pretend that i never said anything, honestly!" MC said casually as she got up from her chair

"Wait! Hang on a second, poppet. Sit back down" arthur said as he gestured her to sit down, which she did

"I dont think you are annoying. You are just misunderstood, love. It seems to me that you have many going on in your mind that you express them all at once, like a big ball of energy." Arthur explained to her

MC's eyes widen

She found his explanation rather accurate

"Oh..you..you think so?" MC said taken back by the way arthur described her

"Yes, yes. I have an idea for you, poppet. If you want to learn how to express yourself better, how about you try writing all the things in your mind- in any form you want." Arthur suggested

MC's face lit up

"That sounds very fun!" MC exclaimed

"In fact, i want to do it now!" MC said as she jolted off her seat hurrying over to the door

"Oh, and thankyou very much arthur. You are the first person to understand how i feel" MC said smiling genuinely as she headed out

Arthur felt his heart skip a beat.

Without realizing, his cheeks were tinted pink

"By jove! What is this feeling?" Arthur said to himself

Surprisingly, MC was seen in the library writing away in peace most of the time, when she isn't doing her chores

If arthur was working on his own work, MC would sit next to him and start writing aswell

She would write poems

Everyone was worried if MC had fell sick because it was very unusual for her to be this quiet, but arthur just explained that she found herself a new hobby.

Mc would show arthur what she had written, and arthur woukd be blown away everytime.

Everyone got curious with what MC was writing, and when they read her poems, their brains just melted away

Even when vincent brought one of her poems to shakespeare, he became shookspeare

Everyone actually encouraged her to publish her works to the public

MC was excited with that idea, but she said she would give it a thought

Occasionally MC would be the ball of energy she was, but she settled down more

Vincent

He would find it extremely adorable!

Just combine MC and Vincent together would make them the angels of all angels

For context, vincent would be entering the mansions gate after visiting shakespeare

He noticed a dancing figure in the hallway through the window

As he entered the mansion, he could already hear MC's singing voice from the second floor

He goes upstairs and there was MC singing and dancing around with the broom

"Hello MC! You seem very energetic as always" vincent greeted with a smile

He would ask MC if she was singing a song from her time period

He would even ask her to teach him how to sing the song

Vincent isn't an energetic person, but MC's personality rubbed onto him

He would only be energetic around her as she is basically the catalyst xD

Vincent would end up dancing around with her, spinning around through the hallway, laughing and singing

The night after goofing around with MC, she was stuck in his head

He got up from his bed and went over to his art supplies.

He had the strong urge to paint her

The way she danced, sung, and laughed created a crystal clear image in his head

After spending the whole night painting, he was knocked out asleep from morning to afternoon

MC was sent by sebastian to wake him up

She recieved no answer when she knocked, which then she invited herself in

When she came in she saw a beautifully done painting of her

Feeling her heart skip a beat

For once she felt really shy instead of her energetic self

"V-vincent, its afternoon" MC shook his shoulder gently

Stirring up, vincent woke up

"Oh..good afternoon MC. Thats strange, usually you would yell at everyone to wake them up."

Being fully awake, he noticed that her cheeks were tinted red

"Whats wrong MC? You seem rather flushed" vincent asked softly

"The painting.. it's beautiful." MC said, smiling shyly

Realizing his painting was exposed in his room, he blushed into a deep shade of red.

He wasn't mentally ready for anyone ESPECIALLY her to see it

It went silent for a moment and they both avoided eye contact

Not being able to take any more of the awkward air, MC went back into character

She started giggling

"W-what are you embarrased for vincent?" MC said surpressing a laugh

"You tell me MC." Vincent said with a chuckle finally melting away from the awkward situation

Eventually they were both laughing full of joy, even everyone was wondering what was going on in vincent's room

Long story short, they are the inseperable ball of joy 😌

Theodorus

He finds it SO iritating but he can't bring himself to hate her

Despite being so annoying she still had that angelic aura that reminded him of vincent

He already finds the mansion's residents irritating (except vincent ofc) and they arent even as energetic as MC

Wont admit that he adores her at the same time

"HONDJE! For the last time, shut up!" Theodorus shouted, his head poking out of his bedroom door

He was trying to have his afternoon nap after a long day of wheeling and dealing some art.

"Dancing and singing is good for the mind and body! Would you like to join theo?" MC said ignoring his harsh tone

Looking at her with annoyance painted on his face, he glared at her then slammed his bedroom door shut

"Guess he doesn't.." MC said to herself, continuing to sing and dance around

A few hours after that theo payed vincent a visit in his room

He wanted to ask him for advice on how to deal with how loud and energetic MC is

He would have asked arthur but he would most likely give him advice on how to get into her pants

"Come in, what's bothering you?" Vincent invited him, noticing the conflicted look his brother had

Theo sighed folding his arms

"Broer, how do i get hondje to shut up? I keep yelling at her but she never stops" Theo asked, irritation clear in his voice

"Don't call her that! She's a very sweet person" Vincent scolded

"S-sorry broer.." theo appologized looking like a sad puppy

Vincent gestured theo to take a seat next to him

"Well, i understand where you are coming from. She is very energetic indeed." Vincent said

"So..how do i stop her from driving me crazy?" Theo asked

"You say you would yell at her to be quiet right? How about.. you try talking to her VERY nicely" vincent said, emphasizing the word "very"

Theo looked at his brother, confused

"Broer.. are you sure?" Theo asked

"Yes! She is someone you have to speak kindly to for her to listen. Trust your big brother!" Vincent said cheerfully

Vincent ended up teaching theo how to speak to MC the rest of the night

As expected, the next day MC was singing loudly once again

Theo was going to go shout at her but he remembered what his brother said

He gulped and exited his bedroom approaching her

MC who was singing and dancing stopped in her tracks when she noticed a figure standing behind her

She turned around greeted with theo who had a stiff expression

"Good day to you theo! How can i help you?" MC asked cheerfully

"I.. uh hond- i mean MC. C-could you please lower your voice p..please? I am- i'm trying to rest. I would v-very much appreciate y-your coopera..tion." Theo said stuttering allover the place while fidgetting

He wasn't used to being nice to people

It went silent for a bit

"Oh my! How strange, you aren't yelling at me! My appology theo, i didn't know i put you in such distress!" MC said with a guilty expression

Theo was blown away by her response as it just sounded way out of character, making him feel guilty

"O-oh! Don't worry, i appologize for always yelling at you." Theo said flailling his hands all over the place.

MC looked at him and started laughing softly

"O-oi! What are you laughing at hondje!" Theo exclaimed, his face red with embbarasment

Secretly, he felt refreshed after hearing MC laugh again

"Ahaha! My appologies, you just looked and sounded very adorable! It's..ahaha.. very unlike you theo!" MC said, laughing

Theo's brain stopped working, i mean did MC rly just call him adorable

"Whatever! Im going back to my room!" theo stomped away, face still red

"Alright, alright! Have a nice rest! MC said still giggling

Theo slammed his door shut and slumped down against the door

"Maybe.. hondje isn't that bad at all..." theo said to himself

ISAAC

Poor boy will have a mental breakdance

ESPECIALLY when hes reading or doing some cool kid stuff //p h y s i c s

Atleast she doesn't tag along with arthur and dazai...

He knows that she is a kind soul, just has too much energy >:(

He doesnt hate her of course! He just wish she would tone it down :(

Isaac was in the library reading a book when MC started humming while she sweeped the floor

The humming slowly became a string of "lalala" and soon enough she was singing

"Goodness me, MC! This isn't the first time you have distracted my concentration.." isaac said as he burried his face into the book he was reading

Considering how soft isaac's voice was generally, MC did not hear him.

Having enough of it, He shut his book close aggresively and proceeded to walk out the door, slamming the door

The sound of the door slamming alerted MC causing her to jump slightly

"That was really loud..where did isaac go?" MC asked to herself

That was when she heard the door open, revealing leonardo

"Hello leonardo! By any chance, did you come across isaac? He suddenly left and i dont know why..." MC said

Leonardo lit up a cigarrilo and spoke

"Ah yeah, by the looks of it.. you might have upsetted him by accident, cara mia. I saw him stomping through the hallway with a sour look on his face" leonardo said calmly, inhaling his cigarrilo

"W-wait what? I..upsetted him?" MC asked in disbelieve

Leonardo noticed the unsettled look on her face

"Calm down cara mia, here take a seat" leonardo said as he gestured her to take a seat in front of him

MC sat down with a conflicted look on her face

"Heres the thing cara mia- you are a very bright soul and isaac..he is a quiet kid. He finds loud noises distressing especially when he is focussing on something. In this case.. i assume you were singing loudly around him?"

This realization hit MC like a truck

"Oh no! I never meant to make him feel uncomfortable.." MC said sadly

"I need to make it up to him...but how?" Mc continued

Leonardo leaned back to his chair

"Well, as you know, isaac has a monstrous appetite. It will be his meal time in a bit. Maybe you could bring his meal to him and talk things out with him

MC's once gloomy face lit back up

"Thats a great idea! Thankyou very much leonardo!" MC said as she stood up, hurrying out of the library

When MC arrived in the kitchen, he was greeted by sebastian who was plating up some food and rouge.

"Good afternoon sebastian! Is that for isaac?" MC asked

"Indeed, why?" Sebastian asked curiously

"I will take it up to him, since i also have something to discuss with him" MC reasoned

Sebastian stared at her for a bit

"Very well." He said

As soon as sebastian finished plating things up, MC took the tray and headed to isaac's room

She took a deep breath and knocked his door

"Come in." He said calmly

MC went in and placed the tray next to him

Isaac looked up which then his face twisted into discomfort

"Oh..thankyou" he said simply

"Im sorry.." MC said sadly

Isaac's expression showed confussion

"Huh? Why are you apologizing?" He questioned

"You left earlier, because i was bothering you right?" MC questioned back

Isaacs heart melted a bit. He felt like he did something mean considering how he saddened someone who he thought would be the last person in the world to be sad

"Oh! Oh..that.." isaac exclaimed not knowing how to respond to her question

"I really am sorry. I have always been a loud and active person that sometimes i forget about the people around me. I just fall deep into my own world once i do something..." MC explained

Somehow isaac could relate to her words. He knows how it feels to be so engulfed in what you are doing that you just forget about everything else

Maybe her peronality is like his deep interest with physics..

"Dont worry about it... i kind of understand what you mean..im sorry for storming out like that" isaac said, guilt in his voice

It went awkwardly silent for a bit

"Oh! I have an idea! What if... you shout out "gravity" whenever im being too loud around you? Im 100% sure that will alert me!" MC suggested cheerfully

"P-pardon?" Isaac asked unsure if he heard her right

"I guess that was an awfull idea..." MC said as her expression dropped once again

Isaac felt really bad when he saw her sad expression

"N-no! I.. i will think about it.." isaac mumbled, which MC heard

"Really?! Thats great!" MC exclaimed

"So...are we on good terms now?" MC continued

"I suppose you could say so.." isaac said shyly

"Good, good! I will head out now, give me a shout if you need anything" MC said as she left the room

Since then MC and isaac had formed some sort of frienship. Leonardo was glad to see that isaac was finally speaking up, guess its thanks to MC that a tiny portion of her personality slightly rubbed onto him

The day came when MC was being too loud

This time, isaac was playing chess with arthur as dazai watched them

Just like always MC started singing loudly

Isaac took a sharp inhale

"GRAVITYYY" isaac shouted on top of his lung scaring arthur and dazai at the point they probably ascended to a different dimension

"Oh! Sorry isaac!" MC said

"Bloody hell, isaac! I know you came up with the concept of gravity, but what the on earth was that for?!" Arthur said with a hand on his chest that was beating fast

" i think i pooped myself" dazai said as he hurried out of the room holding his butt with his hands.

Isaac stayed quiet, not answering his question

"Back to the game please" isaac said calmly

Arthur just sighed still wondering what all of that was

[rhys-writes-sometimes]

Music Worth Making Part 1: Bright Forever

Requested: nope!

Warnings: abuse, child neglect, shitty parents, death, food, terrible writing

Series Summery: When the reader’s life is ripped away from them, they’re distraught. But with her two best friends and three certain ghosts, maybe the afterlife isn’t so bad after all. 

Chapter Summery: The band Sunset Curve was about to have a life-changing concert when they ate some bad hotdogs and died. 25 years later, you’re best friends with the girl who discovers them. 

Words: 3,026 

A/N: This is pretty much just introducing the characters and their relationships to one another. Things will get more interesting in the next few chapters.Also, the reader is non-binary! <3 lyrics are italicized Part 2 ______________________________________________________

Hollywood 1995

“Don’t look down, ‘cause we’re still rising up right now, and even if we hit the ground we’ll still fly, keep dreaming like we’ll live forever, but live it like it’s now or never.”

The teenaged boys finished their soundcheck, earning scattered applause and even a “whoo!” from the employees working at The Orpheum that night. The band didn’t try to hide their smiles as they took a bow. 

“Thank you, we’re Sunset Curve!” one called out.

“Tell your friends!” another added. 

“Too bad we wasted the tightest we’ve ever played on a soundcheck,” one said as they set down their instruments. 

“Wait until tonight man, when this place gets packed with record execs.”

The boys all nodded, thinking of all the chances of fame they would have after that night.

“Okay, well, I’m thinking we fuel up before the show. I’m thinking street dogs?”

Two of the other boys liked that idea, but the other one had other plans.

Jumping off the stage, he started to make his way over to a young woman who was wiping down tables.

“Hey Bobby, where you going?” the one who had suggested they go get street dogs called out.

“I’m good!” he called out to his bandmates, then said to the girl: “Vegetarian. I could never hurt an animal.” 

“You guys are really good,” she said with a smile as the other three guys joined their band member at her table. “I see a lot of bands. Been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it.”

The guys all smiled. 

“That’s what we do this for,” one of them said. The tips of his chestnut colored hair almost reached the top of his shirt with cut off sleeves. “I’m Luke, by the way.”

“Hi, I’m Reggie.” Reggie had black hair and was wearing a leather jacket with a red flannel tied around his waist. An interesting combination, but somehow the outfit worked. 

“Alex.” A boy with blond hair spoke up from where he was hovering just to the side of the group, wearing a pale pink t-shirt.

“Bobby.” The boy who had first walked over to the girl had brown hair and a sleeveless jacket over a t-shirt. 

“Nice meeting you guys. I’m Rose.” The girl smiled at all of them again as Luke licked his finger and stuck it in Bobby’s ear. 

“Oh uh, here’s our demo, and a t-shirt, size beautiful.” Reggie handed Rose a CD and a t-shirt, earning a small groan from Alex. 

“Thanks. I’ll make sure not to wipe the tables down with this one.” 

“Oh, good call. Whenever they get wet, they just kinda fall apart in your hands,” Alex informed her.

“Don’t you guys have to go get hot dogs?” Bobby asked, clearly wanting to talk to Rose without the other three around. 

“Yeah.” Luke leaned closer to Rose, as if to tell her a secret. “He had a hamburger for lunch.”

-----

“Man, I can’t wait until we eat someplace where the condiments aren’t served out of the back of an Oldsmobile,” Alex grumbled as he put a pickle on his hot dog. “Hey, sorry, I got some pickle juice on your battery cables.”

“No problem. It’ll help with the rust,” the man cooking hot dogs said with a slight chuckle.

“That can’t….okay.”

The three made their way over to a couch to eat. Before they could dig in, however, Luke started speaking. 

“This is awesome, you guys. We’re playing The Orpheum! I can’t even count how many bands have played here and then ended up being huge,” he said with a slight chuckle. “Eat up, boys. ‘Cause after tonight, everything changes.”

They all bit down hungerly into their street dogs.

Alex was the first to notice that something was off. “That’s a new flavor,” he said, a small amount of worry creeping into his tone.

“Chill man. Street dogs haven’t killed us yet.” Reggie tried to calm down his friend.

Luke hesitated for a moment, then took another huge bite.

-----

Los Angeles 2020

You made your way through the hallway, walking fast, faces pass, weaving around people as you tried to reach your locker. You smiled as you saw your two best friends waiting for you.

“Hey, underacheiver,” Flynn said in greeting.

“Hey, disappointments,” you joked back to them. “Okay, Julie, I know you don’t want me to ask, but have you figured out what you’re gonna do today?”

“I’ll know in the moment.” The frizzy-haired girl fiddled with her bracelets as she spoke, the only clue that she was nervous for her proformance later.

“Really, Jules? That’s all your giving us? Mrs. Harrison said-” Flynn was cut off from scolding one of her best friends.

“This is my last chance, I know, I was there,” Julie finished. Flynn smiled softly for a moment, but it turned to a grimace of disgust as she noticed a girl handing out flyers. 

“Ugh, what is she handing out?” she questioned.

“Desperation?” you said, only half joking. Julie and Flynn snickered. 

However, you put on a smile as the girl walked up to the three of you. 

“Here you go. My group’s performing at the spirit rally tomorrow. I’m sure you guys have nothing better to do,” she said, her eyes sweeping over you critically as she handed the flyer to Flynn. 

Flynn put on a bright, sarcastic smile. “Oh my gosh, Carrie, thanks!”

“Oh my gosh, Flynn, don’t bother coming!”

The three of you rolled your eyes at Carries retreating back. However, someone else caught Julie’s eye. 

“Nick?” you asked, looking between Julie and the blond-haired boy she was staring at.

“Still?” Flynn asked. “You know they’re gonna get married and have a bunch of unholy babies.”

“Nick’s a sweetheart.”

“Yeah, you’d actually have to talk to him to know that,” Flynn said with a small smile. “And only one of them has to be a demon to make a demon baby.” 

You nodded your approval of this statement as Flynn called out “Demon!” in Carrie’s direction.

The three of you turned towards the lockers and laughed quietly. 

“There’s that smile,” Flynn said, lightly poking both you and Julie’s face. “Now come on, let’s go prove everybody wrong.”

You flinched slightly as she put her arm around you, but tried not to show it.

-----

“Okay, we have one last proformance,” Mrs. Harrison called out. “Julie.”

You squeezed her hand slightly as she stood up and walked over to the piano. 

She sat in silence for a moment, before saying “I’m sorry,” and running out of the room, with you and Flynn not far behind. 

-----

“I’ll be back to pick you up at 5:30. Have fun at practice, Danny!” you called out after your little brother as he ran to join the baseball team. This was a daily routine for you; drop Danny off at practice, go to Julie’s to study and eat, pick up Danny, go home and endure torture. 

You let your mind wander as you walked to Julie’s house, which luckily wasn’t very far from the sports fields. Walking through the front door, you let your bag fall to the ground as you went to go get something to eat. 

-----

A few hours later, you were walking back to the sports fields. 

“Hey, Danny,” you said once you saw him, ruffling the boy’s hair. “How was practice?”

You paid attention as best you could as he rambled on about what had happened that day, but if you were honest, you didn’t understand a thing about sports. You were just glad your brother had found something that made him happy.

You closed the front door as quietly as you could, not wanting to wake your father. You tip-toed into the kitchen to start making dinner, as you did every night.

“Olivia, is that you?” you mother asked. You winced. 

“Yes, mother,” you sighed slightly, afraid to tell her that you had changed your name to Y/N.

“Hurry up and get dinner started. My feet are tired from cleaning all day.”

You wanted to roll your eyes at the excuse that was very obviously a lie, your house was a mess and you knew you would be expected to clean it later, but you didn’t want to get in trouble. So you fell into a robotic sort-of motion that you had developed as a way of hiding your emotions and thoughts from your parents. 

Thirty minutes and one burnt fingertip later, dinner was ready and waiting on the table. 

“Wake up, Harold, dinner is ready.” Your mother shook your father awake. You knew if you tried that, you would be slapped across the face. By both of them. 

However, your father just sat up sleepily and lumbered over to the table. You stood over to the side as your family ate, not being allowed to join them. 

“Goddamned roast beef is overcooked again,” he grumbled. You blinked back tears. Such a small thing shouldn’t upset you, you knew, but it did. 

You endured the criticism on the meal you had worked hard to make from your mother and father for the next half-hour. Your father declared himself full and snapped his fingers at you. You whisked his plate away before taking your mother’s, too. She never ate after he finished. You took Danny’s too, but only because you knew that your parents disapproved of him still eating. 

“Hey,” your father said, his voice already low and dangerous. “Give your brother back his plate. He wasn’t finished yet.”

You set the plate back down, nodding and shaking slightly. “My apologies, father.”

“Don’t appologize to your father, appologize to your brother!” your mother exclaimed, grabbing Danny’s hand from across the table and giving it a squeeze. 

“It’s okay, really, I was done,” he hurried to say.

Your mother frowned at him. “Are you sure, darling?”

He nodded. 

“Well, okay then…” she said, still frowning slightly. “You may be excused.” 

He ran off to his room. You took his plate. 

Heading back to the kitchen with a small sigh, you started making a meal for yourself out of what was left, leaving enough so that your family would have leftovers. 

You ate silently, thinking about how nice it would be to have a caring family. Of course, Danny cared, but he was too young to stand up to your parents, and you never wanted him to have to. You would protect that boy at all costs.

Holding in a sigh, you cleaned up from dinner, and then pulled out the duster to start to clean the house. You were stopped, however, by your mother. 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I- I’m cleaning the house…”

“Didn’t you hear me say earlier that I cleaned it? Are you insulting my cleaning job?”

“N-no, I-”

“You what?” Without waiting for an answer, she slapped you across the face. You struggled to remain emotionless; your face stung. 

You thought it was over, but then your father joined in.

“What’s this Jennifer? Is Olivia insulting your hard work?”

“It’s Y/N…” you muttered quietly. Your father overheard and put his face uncomfortably close to yours.

“As long as you’re living under my roof it will always be Olivia. And even if you could change your name, that doesn’t change your gender, freak,” he spat. 

“I know,” you whispered. 

He slapped you.

“Don’t talk back to me.”

Blinking back tears, you stood still as they walked away. Eventually, you remembered the duster in your hand. Placing it back on the shelf, you walked back up to your room, hoping you would be able to escape them for the rest of the night.

-----

The next morning as you and Danny were walking to Julie’s house to go to school, you heard something you hadn’t heard in a long time: music. Julie was singing. 

“Wake up, wake up, if it’s all you do, look out, look inside of you, it’s not what you lost, it’s what you’ll gain raising your voice to the rain.” You smiled. It had been so long since you last heard her voice, and her music was a gift to the world. 

You walked into the studio alone, Danny having gone to talk to Carlos. Julie looked up with small tears in her eyes, seeing you standing there, smiling. She smiled back. 

“It’s so nice to hear you play again.”

Julie smiled wider. “Thanks.”

Just then, Flynn burst in. 

“Carlos told me you’d be out here. We need to talk.” She crossed the room to where the two of you stood by the piano. 

“Are you okay?” you asked, noticing the tears running down her face. 

“No, I’m not okay! One of my best friends just got kicked out of music! I’ve been up all night thinking about what I was gonna say. Might’ve drank seven sodas, but I need to get this out.”

“Wait, I have something to tell you-”

“No. It’s my turn to talk.” Flynn took a deep breath. “You can’t give up music. You’re music’s like a gift, that would be a tragedy. So you’re basically, like, cancelling Christmas, and I love Christmas!”

“Flynn-” you started to say, but she cut you off. 

“Uh-uh! I don’t know why you’re siding with her, Y/N. I know you like hearing her play.”

You knew Flynn didn’t mean to hurt you, but her words stung a little. You nodded once and retreated back into yourself slightly. Flynn was too emotional (and sleep deprived) to notice. 

“When we were six, we promised to be in a band together. Double Trouble!”

“I never agreed to that name,” Julie said, laughing slightly.

“That’s not the point. Jules, if you leave the music program, we’ll be apart forever. That’s just what happens. Sure, we’ll see each other in the hall sometimes, but we’ll have different lives, make new friends…” Flynn said the last part quieter. You could tell she hated the thought of losing one of her best friends.

“That’s not true,” Julie reassured her, but Flynn wasn’t finished.

“You’re right. I won’t be making any new friends. I’ll only have Y/N, and they’re amazing but I’d miss you Jules! And the only time we’ll contact each other is when we’re liking each other’s posts on Instagram. Every time I’ll be hitting that little heart, my heart will be breaking because one of my best friend’s left me, and… do you have any soda? My head hurts.” 

“Can I talk now?” Julie asked tentatively. 

“Fine.”

“I just played the piano and sang again. Y/N can confirm it.” You nodded when Flynn looked at you excitedly. 

“What? Why didn’t you just say so?” She asked, practically bouncing with joy. 

“She was trying to, but then your seven soda’s kicked in,” you answered with a small laugh. 

Flynn was grinning from ear to ear now. “I’m so happy for you! And me! And Y/N!”

You all hugged, but Flynn pulled away quickly, gasping. “We need to tell Mrs. Harrison that you can play so you can stay in school and my life won’t be that sad picture I just painted for you!”

You giggled as Flynn put her arms around both of you. “Y/N, our girl’s back. Double Trouble lives again!”

“Still not our band name,” giggled Julie. 

-----

“Did you end up getting back into the music program?” you asked Julie at the end of your study session for the day. She looked down at her shoes, and you knew what the answer would be before she said it:

“No. No I didn’t.”

You tried not to look too disappointed for her sake. “Oh. I’m really sorry, Jules.”

“It’s…” she sighed. “It’s okay. I can reapply next semester.”

You hugged her. 

“Oh hey, I almost forgot to tell you,” she said right as you were about to walk out of the door. “We decided not to move.”

Despite the news that one of your best friends was no longer in the music program, a smile lit up your face. “That’s great!” you said, pulling her in for another quick hug. Then you walked out the door, not wanting to be late to pick up Danny. 

-----

“Check it out, yeah we make ‘em say Wow!” Carrie bowed as her band, Dirty Candi, finished their dance number. You were at the spirit rally, saving a seat for Julie and Flynn, who were nowhere to be found. 

Suddenly Flynn plopped down beside you. 

“Oh hey, where were you?” you asked the girl.

She tried to blow a piece of hair out of her face, frowning slightly when it wouldn’t move. “I was in the band room. I wasn’t feeling very… spirt-y.” You both chuckled slightly. 

“Where’s Jules?” You looked around for the other girl, but couldn’t see her. 

As if in response to your question, music filled the gym as someone started to play the piano on the stage. You looked up to see Julie, alone on stage, with a spotlight on her. 

“Sometime’s I think I’m falling down, I wanna cry, I’m calling out, for one more try, to feel alive,” she sang, her voice echoing slightly as it filled the room. You smiled, happy she was singing again. 

Then suddenly, there were three boys on stage with her. 

“Whoa!” Flynn exclaimed.

“Where did those boys come from?” you asked in amazement. Julie seemed a little shocked that they were there too. One of them, the lead guitarist you guessed, started singing the second verse. 

“In times that I doubted myself, I felt like I needed some help,” he sang. 

“Whoa, he has a really good voice,” you said, your mouth hanging open slightly. 

You found yourself staring at him as the song went on. You could tell that he really enjoyed playing, and found yourself getting caught up in the music. 

“And rise, through the night, you and I, we will fight to shine together, bright forever!” Julie harmonized with the boys, finishing the song. You started clapping with the rest of the crowd that had gathered to watch, proud of your friend.

Then, as suddenly as they appeared, the boys were gone.  

[missskzbiased]

Getting my Ex-Roommate

It’s a spin off from “Getting a Roommate”, just because I felt Chan deserved better. It’s not required to read the series to understand any of this but I will link it here anyway haha  (Part 1)

Tagging @jikseud since I kinda did it for us SUHAHUSAHUSHAHUSA

Genre: Oneshot, Best friends to lovers Au, Suggestive, Mature/Smut 

[(?): I’m actually not sure if it’s smut, I’m not familiar with what I can call smut, but I do think it’s mature? Please correct me if I’m wrong]

Word Count: ~8,2K Female lead

TW: Dry humping (?), Language, Suggestive stuff (?), Alcohol, Kinda possessive at the end (?), Can it be considered dirty talk (?)  [I swear to god I suck at warning things, I appologize deeply]

                                                    /////

    You could call Bang Chan many things.

   You could call him funny, gentle, kind, an amazing rapper, a great friend, an awesome singer, a perfect producer, smart, goofy... Hot. Hell yeah, you could call him so damn hot! And although you could say he was all that, you couldn’t feel more miserable for being his best friend, and it had a clear reason that you pretend you didn’t know.

   You couldn’t call him your boyfriend.

   The bright part was that nor you nor anyone else for that matter, so you weren’t completely miserable right now, but you kinda were because… Well, you’re his best friend, you should root for him, right? Yeah, right. Totally right. This was exactly the reason why you knocked on his door at 10 PM on a Monday with a bag full of alcohol and food.

   “Bang Chan!” You yelled, getting a groan as an answer “Open the Bifrost” You shouted and you could hear him laughing on the other side.

   “It’s just a door, Y/N” He snorted, opening it for you “Which you have the keys to open if I’m not giving keys to random people on the street that look exactly like you” He rolled his eyes in mockery, making you thoughtfully grab your chin.

   “I think that just might be the case” You sighed, jokingly worried as you came into his place, walking to his kitchen and letting the bag there, resting on the island. He locked the door behind you, chuckling before he followed you to his kitchen, leaning on the doorframe as he watched you taking the things you bought out of the bag.

   “You didn’t need to do it” He reassured you, and you could only scoff, looking at him in disbelief.

   “Yeah, because best friends stay home when their best friends were dumped” You agreed sarcastically “Please, It’s obvious that my mission is to make you drunk and fat right now” You raised the bottle you had in hands and shook the ice cream pot with your other hand, looking at him mischievously “Let’s switch that six-pack into a round one-pack, shall we?” You joked, making him laugh astonished.

   “I can’t believe you… What did I ever do to deserve you? You’re the most perfect best friend ever” he cheered, getting closer and hugging you.

  Yeah! Just what you loved to hear from the guy you have a crush on about forever! Yay!

   “Oh, you thought it couldn’t get better, hm? But I brought your favorite…” You left the food you had in your hands on the island before hugging him back and drumming on his back, making it sillier by mouthing the drum sound as you did it, setting the mood for the big announcement “… Sausage sticks!” You said proudly, and he gasped.

   “You didn’t!” He chirped “I could kiss you right now!” He laughed.

   Just do it!

   “Eww!” You cooed “Gross!” You feigned a queasy expression, getting a scoff from him, which you smiled in response “Come on, let’s eat as you vent about that bitch” You encouraged, picking up the alcohol the best you could, clumsily trying to balance everything, making him cackle up as he picked up some of the bottles from your arms, helping you out. You sat down on the couch, cross-legged, your arms bracing you on the armrest.

    “She’s not a bitch” He complained “She’s actually… Perfect” He sighed, sadly looking into your eyes for comfort, but you averted yours. Of course, she was perfect… You have been watching him fall for her for a while now, you even had the opportunity to see her up close, although she didn’t notice you, and you had to hear about her every time he met you! Even though you knew he thought she was perfect for him, it hurt to hear it again and again, so you just opened up your soju bottle, drinking it eagerly.

   “Well, she’s perfectly fine ditching you for another man, that’s for sure” You said bitterly as you rolled your eyes.

   “Hey, be a little nicer here! I just got dumped” He whined, pouting at you “She likes Minho, what can she do? Pretend she likes me back until I fall for another person?” He mocked “That’s how life is, Y/N! One day you like someone and the other day that someone likes someone else” He stated tiredly, drinking his own bottle.

   “Tell me about it!” You agreed, the clinking noise from your bottle hitting on his sounding in the air before you gulped down again, releasing a loud and pleasing sigh, getting a surprised look from Chan, who seemed genuinely amused.

   “You were dumped too?” He chuckled “How can anyone dump you? You’re perfect!” He frowned suddenly, looking at you seriously “Should I beat him up?” You scoffed.

   “It would be really funny if you did” You joked, imagining him punching himself randomly with a joyful sigh “But I don’t think you should beat him up, it will hurt your soft heart” You mocked, getting a kick as an answer.

   “I tell you everything about my crushes! It’s not fair” He complained, and he was right! He told you everything about his crushes, it was unbearable. You groaned before taking another gulp, and he eyed you worried “Hey, slow down” He advised, but you shrugged him off.

   You could remember all the girls he ever fell for, which was a lot of girls… Chan was a hopeless romantic. You didn’t expect him to be like this when you first met him since he was quite a… Sexual guy, to say the least. It was kind of funny to see how he acted in bed (Not that you have seen it, but you heard it a lot) and how he got all lovey-dovey with random chicks that appeared on his life. You couldn’t say it was really fun, though, since none of those chicks were you.

   What an unfair life!

   You remembered how he looked in your eyes when you first met, smiling at you and saying that the only rule you should have was not to fuck each other, because it couldn’t end up well. At first, you agreed eagerly, not really thinking much about it, but then you started to hear him… All those girls should feel so damn lucky if he made them feel like screaming on your ears every fucking night! In the beginning, it enraged you, it was uncomfortable, and then somewhere along the way it turned into sexy… You enjoyed listening to him.

   If you were fair enough you could point out exactly the day it happened.

   You were sitting in the kitchen, drinking your hot chocolate warily expecting him to be done anytime soon so you could go to sleep in peace. The girl finally let out a loud moan that you knew too well, it was that kind of moan you let out when you couldn’t take anything anymore, you could only lay there and sleep, completely happy with your life. Good for her! Because you had to wake up really early in the morning and you couldn’t be unhappier… Your moody mind got startled at a shirtless Chan walking into the kitchen, his boxers kind of messy and the only thing that protected his body from your thirsty eyes.

   He was… Wow.

   You had seen him shirtless before, of course, you were his roommate, but you never saw him all fucked out, his hair messy, his skin sweaty and flushed, his chest going up and down as he breathed… You didn’t even know! Satisfied? Heavily? You just knew it sounded hot and you wanted to get his boxers out of that body and take him to yourself. Of course, you didn’t. He greeted you with an angelic smile, warmed up some water while you ogled at his back, and went back to his room to take care of the lucky girl.

   You have never been the lucky girl once.

   The problem could be small if he just fucked well, but Bang Chan was an angel in real life, which should be unfair to all the boys on the planet! You couldn’t understand how no one tried to beat him up just because they were angry with his perfection. You wanted to beat him up for being that perfect. It was impossible to point out a flaw on that damn face, and it enraged you to the point you wanted to be fucking him angrily, which didn’t help your case at all. Actually, being a hopeless romantic wasn’t quite the virtue you were looking for, but would you put it as a flaw? You didn’t even care anymore, all you wanted was to fuck and cuddle him to your death.

   “What are you thinking about?” His voice startled you, your eyes shooting to his as you tried to think what to say without telling him the truth “You’re off for quite a while now” He added, looking worried.

   “I drank too fast” You lied, cringing with your stupidity, but he seemed to buy it “Anyway, I’m not here to talk about my terrible love life, I’m here to hear about yours” You reminded him, gesturing so he could start complaining, your bottle being finished as you went silent.

   “I don’t have much to complain, really… I expected it one way or another, I kinda knew she liked Minho, I just hoped she could like me better” He admitted, looking at his bottle for a few seconds before drinking “I told her we could be friends, I just needed some time to adjust… She’s coming this Friday, so… Yeah, that’s pretty much all that I have to say” He looked at you, expecting you to say something.

   “I can’t believe you used all my pick-up lines on her” You groaned “I gave you my best one so far!” You whined childishly.

   “I’m sorry, but I had to use the photographer one! I can picture you and I together was just right there to be used!” He defended himself, and you pouted, finishing another bottle, just like him. The sad part about this one was that you really meant it… You could remember how nervous you were when you said it as a “joke” and he cringed, laughing and saying he would totally use that with her… It shattered your heart. You opened the third bottle, drinking it at once “Wow! What the hell, girl?!” He got startled “You’re not a good drinker, what are you doing?”

   “You’re not the only one who wants to forget someone” You protested, opening one more drink “Let me drink my problems away” He looked at you sympathetically. You couldn’t believe you were so boldly trying to flirt with him just to be his motivation to flirt with another girl! You hated how he was oblivious to your feelings. Oh, well! There here was a flaw!

   “That bad, hm? What did he do?” He asked curiously, opening and drinking his soju in one go, just like you “We can drink it all away together, you’re right” he agreed, looking at you concerned. Your stomach flipped when you looked at his eyes, his swollen lips from sucking the bottleneck catching your eyes for just a second before your eyes darted to his again.

  Not every flaw in the world could make you want him less.

   “He fell in love with someone else… I guess best friends have the same love problems” You smiled bitterly “Actually, I like him for a while now, but he can’t even see me as a woman” You sighed, averting your eyes and fixing them on your bottle again. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but you felt free to say it out loud, maybe all you had to do was vent a little bit, complain about him so you could move on.

   “I doubt that” He scoffed “There’s no way in hell he doesn’t see you as a woman! Like no way in fucking hell!” He disagreed eagerly, and you narrowed your eyes to him “I mean it! I’m not saying you’re just this, don’t get me wrong! You know you’re smart and funny, you know you’re like the perfect girl to any guy out there!” He started cautiously, making you snort.

   To any guy out there but him…

   “Spill it” You encouraged, expecting him to say something dumb, trying to light up your mood. He used to do it a lot when you lived together, say stupid things just to make you laugh and feel better after a crap day… Well, until he decided to move out. You never really understood what was the deal. He said he wanted to live with the boys so he could produce his music, but he could do it while living with you, couldn’t he? Of course, He could! He was doing this right now after being kicked out from their place! And he didn’t even think to move in with you again… Well, He deserved being kicked out! You thought as you scoffed, the bittersweetness in your mouth could be either from the alcohol or from your soul at this point.

   “But you also hot as hell” He added. You could only choke, coughing so much you had to rest your bottle on the floor, looking at him completely in chock while he just smiled sheepishly “I mean it, you’re gorgeous! If he doesn’t see you as a woman, he’s totally insane!” He reassured, and you averted your eyes again, wondering if you should say something to him. He never called you hot before… Maybe it was the alcohol? He wasn’t exactly the best drinker in the world, but it was just his… How many bottles did he have? He couldn’t be drunk already, could he? And even if he was! Was he being the sincere drunk? Did he really think about you like this and just never dared to say it to your face? You glanced over him, watching as he drank lazily.

   You decided to ignore it by now.

   “Well, I can’t really blame him for not liking me, right?” You trailed off, and Chan nodded at you “At least he didn’t hook up with me before” You mused and as soon as you said it he shot you a glare “No, sorry! I’m just angry at this girl, okay? You took her on dates, you were all lovey-dovey with her, you took care of her when she was on her period… I can’t believe she just left you like this” You complained, picking up your bottle and drinking it as Chan drank his own.

   If you were her, you would never leave him.

   “She wanted to see if it would go well… It didn’t” He shrugged “It’s not a big deal, I think you’re more upset about it than I am” He laughed. You slapped your own thigh, startling him as you pointed at him, angry. He was right, you were far more upset with this than him, maybe because you couldn’t understand how she could miss your chance like this! He did all you wished he would do with you and then she just dropped him!

   “You should be upset too! She called you a hot daddy and she just went away like this!” You whined. You looked at the bottle on your hand, wondering how many bottles did you just drink, feeling a little bit tipsy, but you shrugged it off by looking at Chan again, frowning. The truth was that you found the girl amusing, for all you saw and all you heard, she was fun to be around, and maybe you could even be her friend! You both seemed to be quite similar. You didn’t have much to defend your plea, so you were just saying anything you could think of by this point.

   “Do you want me to be upset?” He chuckled “I thought you came here to make me feel better” He whined, nudging you with his feet, making you giggle “Come on, make me feel good!” He uttered, throwing himself back on the couch, sprawling there with a pout. You looked at his lips, kinda drooled but still looking kissable, tracing over his neck to his arms until you got to his hand hanging off of the couch holding his drink… Somehow the eight bottles you had bought were just empty on the floor… Did you two drink that much already?

   Suddenly you realized what he had just said.

   “Wait, what?!” You asked startled, he looked at you confused, a goofy smile on his lips.

   “Make me feel good~” He repeated himself, “You said you came here to cheer me up, right?” He pouted again, and you had to fight your urge to crawl over him and kiss him right there. You averted your eyes, feeling shy all of sudden, and he seemed to notice the change in your mood, because he sat back, straight, and tilted his head cutely “What’s up?”

  You felt his gaze burning your face.

  Or maybe it was just you blushing.

  Or maybe it was the alcohol.

   “I can kiss it better” You muttered under your breath, your face heating up like hell “Where does it hurt?” You asked, bolder than you thought you should be, your eyes fixing on his, buried there. You could swear he was blushing too. Maybe it was just the alcohol speaking, but you were so sure he was blushing like you were, looking at you expectantly.

   “We’re drunk” He gulped down, looking attentively as you uncrossed your legs and kneeled on the couch, crawling over him slowly, his body leaning back until his head sank in his pillow as you leaned closer to his face “We’re friends” He tried again, watching as you licked your bottom lip while ogling his own, he felt his throat blocking, the dryness in it making him whine “Right?” He asked unsurely, his eyes fixed on your lips.

   “You can call us friends…” You agreed, a smirk flickering over your face “… But I want to call you Daddy tonight” He gasped, his breath withhold as he watched you closing the gap between your lips. You couldn’t tell if it was the drunkenness or just to be able to finally kiss him after such a bold statement, but you were light-headed and messy right now, your lips met awkwardly, too much teeth to the formula, which made you snort right into the kiss “Sorry” You blurted out embarrassed, widening your eyes as you giggled and sat in his lap, watching him under you.

   “Oh lord…”He muttered, his eyes searched dazzlingly for yours, his hand caressing your cheek “Could you please not sit on my dick? It would help me so much…” You burst out laughing, his voice sounding drowsy to your ears, his tongue rolling as he tried to speak, his gaze fixing in the ceiling, trying to avert from your eyes.

    “I thought you wanted me to make you feel good” You whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, his eyes shutting immediately, his hand made their way to your hips as soon as you rolled them against his, gripping you hard and forcing you down, so you would stay still. You would never do something like this in a sober state, but right now it seemed so right… That’s why even with his grip on you, his budge pressed against you distracting you from sober thoughts, you rolled your hips again, enticing a strangled moan from him that could be enough to set you on fire for days.

    “We really shouldn’t” He tried to say, his voice dripping like syrup, his mind lost somewhere along the way, his eyes refusing to look at you. He knew the moment he opened his eyes, he would lose himself right there, just by facing the lust on yours. You should never know this, but he wanted this for so long… You would never imagine how much he refrained himself every day until he found her, the girl who finally got you away from his mind… The girl that resembled you so much that he found it possible to move on from you… Just so you could blow all that up.

   Gosh, he wished you would blow him right now.

   ���We… Shouldn’t?” Your voice sounded unsure and fragile, so soft he almost didn’t hear you, and you lifted from his lap, his hand still glued to your hip while he opened his eyes slowly to watch you “I mean… “ You cleared your throat, giving him a fake and bright smile “You’re too weak, what’s that? For some Daddy you sure lose your shit quickly” You joked half-heartedly, getting up from him and standing beside the couch, his eyes buried into yours, looking for something you didn’t know, so you averted yours.

   “It’s just that… We’re… Drunk” He trailed off, averting his eyes as well “I don’t want us to regret this… I mean, we’re friends, right? I don’t want to lose this” He pointed between you two, getting up from the couch as well to get close to you. You scoffed, nodding in agreement, even though you didn’t agree at all. Yeah, you felt kinda tipsy, but no, you weren’t drunk, you were bold at best! He looked fine too… He just didn’t want this as much as you.

   “You’re right” You stated bitterly “We’re drunk and hurt… We’ve been friends for too long to lose it for being a rebound” He perked his ears at your sigh, looking at you directly now “It was supposed to be a joke, but it got out of hand, I’m sorry” You lied, smiling awkwardly at him. He held your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, and smiling back to you.

   “No, no… I am the one who should be sorry” His other hand caressed your cheek, and you felt your eyes tearing up. Why did he have to be so caring? He got alarmed at the sight, cupping your cheeks, leading you to face him gently, his eyes worriedly scanning your features “Sorry… I’m just…” Your voice trembled, cracking in the end, broken.

   “Oh, angel” He cooed, hugging you tightly “That’s not your fault… We’re fine, I promise you” his thumbs rubbed circles on your back, soothingly, and every string inside your brain tensed up, trying to stay focused, trying to understand that this would never happen even if you really urged for it. You hugged him back, taking advantage of these few seconds you could have, taking him in as you prepared to let him go.

  “We’re fine, you’re right” You agreed, breaking away from him before you wiped your tears away hurriedly, chuckling “I’m just sensitive right now… I guess… Well, it’s hard to fall for someone that can’t be yours” He nodded, cupping your cheek again as he looked lovingly at you.

   You wished he could look at you like this every day and not only when you were crying.

   “Okay! Let’s lift that mood” You clapped your hands suddenly, startling him, your smile back to your face as you tried to compose yourself “I’m going to take a bath now and we’re going to sleep because your bloody ass was dumped on a Monday and I have classes tomorrow morning, unlike a lazy bitch” You eyed him envy, making him laugh. You smiled for real this time, enjoying the sound of his laugher, glancing at his dimples with a tight chest. He was so cute…

   Oh, good lord! Why give you a handsome and fuckable best friend and not let you enjoy this life?

   You made your way to his room, picking up his clothes so you could sleep comfortably. You choose a thin shirt and a pair of boxers you were used to dressing, knowing it was comfy and soft, and headed to his bathroom, expecting that a cold shower could help your mind for now. You undressed quickly, letting your clothes on his laundry basket before letting the cold water hit your foot, getting used to the temperature before getting your legs, arms, and chest under the water. You let the water hit the back of your neck, the pressure helping you with your tension.

   Everything was fine.

  You slept in his bed many times by now… Just because you just sat on his lap, rolled your hips and heard him moan for you… Okay, that was not how you should structure your thoughts. It didn’t matter you just heard him moan right under you, almost asking for you to… Okay, not like that. The cold shower wasn’t helping at all. It didn’t matter, whatever it was, that’s it! Now it was far better! It didn’t matter, you weren’t overthinking it, you didn’t mind he would be lying on his bed on his boxers like usual, totally relaxed.

   For lord’s sake.

   Would it be bad if you just touched yourself for just a second? You could come in a minute? How the hell did you expect to lay down with him semi-naked after tonight? You were just crying on his chest for something he didn’t even know! After sitting on his damn lap! What the hell were you thinking? You should stay away from alcohol forever. That was it. No more drinking for you. Nothing. Not one drop would touch your lips from now on.

   Maybe think about lips wasn’t the best choice at all.

   You remembered how your lips met his, all drooled because of drinking and still managing to taste just fine. God does favorites after all. You should have done it better… You just smashed your lips together, kinda lost in what you were doing, your teeth even hit each other! Ugh… He would think you were a terrible kisser! Not that it matters, since you shouldn’t do it again. Yeah, you were worrying for nothing, like always. You even puffed his mouth with air! Why did you have to laugh in the middle of the kiss?! Oh my god… All your life was embarrassing.

   You turned off the shower, drying yourself and dressing up so you could finally lay down, not minding him at all, because he was a friend. Just a friend. Best friend of one and all. When it came to shipping, you and he could only be on a friendship, because that was exactly what you were. A friend. Great, your mind wasn’t done rambling, which was the last thing you needed right now, but who cares? Not your brain, that’s for sure.

   “Hey” You greeted, trying to sound at ease. He had his arms crossed under his head, looking at the ceiling contemplatively before hearing you. He seemed in deep thought, but he still turned his head to look at you, smiling when he saw you with his clothes, the same clothes you picked up every time you needed to borrow some from him. Unexpectedly, he was covered with a blanket, which wasn’t really his thing “What is it? Are you shy to let me see you on your boxers for the hundredth time?” You joked, amused by the blush dusting his cheeks.

   “I thought… I don’t know, maybe you would be uncomfortable?” He confessed, a sigh leaving his lips “I’m just being dumb, hm?” He laughed bashfully, tossing the blanket aside “Come here” He wiggled his brows jokingly, patting the spot next to him, getting a chuckle from you.

   “I’m glad you’re just being weird like always” You stated before turning off the lights, sitting on the corner of the bed before slicking over to his side, cuddling him “I wouldn’t be able to sleep if you didn’t let me cuddle you like always, Mr.Puffles” You couldn’t see it in the dark, but you were sure he rolled his eyes as he always did when you compared him to your body pillow, a birthday gift he gave you on your first year together as a roommate, implying you were too cuddly to sleep by yourself.

   “Stop calling me Mr.Puffles” He whined, hugging you under the blanket and resting his chin on the top of your head. You felt all your worries disappear. It was just Chan and you cuddling like always, all your horny past left behind, no grudges, no judgment… “Was it Mr.Puffles who hurt your heart like this?” He mocked. What a little prick.

   “Mr.Puffles could never hurt me” You retorted, nudging him “The boy who hurt me is a prick, an evil soul that fucks every girl around but me” You made sure to let your tone mysterious and ridiculous, making him snort “I guess it’s fine, though, I’ll just move on… I think it was about time for me to understand we wouldn’t get together…” You felt sad, especially as he nodded against your head, oblivious he was the one who made you feel like this.

   “He doesn’t deserve you” He assured you, his tone was bitter, he clearly hated whoever was making you sad like this. He kissed the top of your head and you hummed, agreeing with him half-heartedly before closing your eyes and letting go of your mind.

   You wished a good night of sleep would erase all of your worries.

                                                                  ////

   It should be no surprise it didn’t.

   You woke up with a crack of light right on your eye, pissing you off as the first thing in your morning. You whined, your arms moving to your head, trying to block the light, getting you a little bit happier when the uncomfortable sensation of your eye burning under the sun went away. Your eyes roamed through the room, realizing you were at Chan’s. You began to feel more aware of your surroundings, your eyes rested on his nightstand, his alarm silently staring back at you which made you realize something terrible: You woke up before your alarm. You were sure you set it to the right time, so that bloody silence in the room could only mean that the damn light woke you up for nothing.

   Your day was officially sucking!

   You moved a little bit, feeling cloistered, but Chan’s grip was strong around your waist, he just pulled you closer, whining in his sleep when you tried to get away, tightening his grip around you, which would be okay if he wasn’t wrapping you up like a taco, his leg thrown around your hips, his arms involving you, one of his hands on your waist and the other one grazing over your breast. You sucked in a gasp, feeling his hand almost groping you. Amazing… Now you were stuck in his arms as his hands brushed places you would prefer they didn’t.

   Well, actually you would prefer they did, but purposely trying to arouse you, not like this.

   Of course, it could get worse.

   You tried to loosen up his grip by shoving his arms, but he responded to your efforts wrapping you up a little bit more, dragging you closer by your waist so close to him you could feel his crotch against your ass. Fun fact: It was hard. Of course, he had to have a wet dream right beside you while he groped you and humped you… Just what you needed to move on completely from him.

  “Chan?” You tried to call, your voice husky since you just woke up, or at least that was what you wanted to believe. You couldn’t be aroused by a sleeping friend that happened to be aroused against you, right? Not that kind of raspy voice…Not at all. He hummed, although you didn’t believe he had woke up, burying his face in your hair, muttering something you couldn’t quite hear, your heart racing so much that it rammed inside your head.

   Oh my god.

   “Y/N?” He called you back, his voice was raspy and his tongue rolled your name like a drunk man, clearly sleepy, and for a moment you felt relief wash over you, grateful god would let him wake up and release you from the heavenly suspicious hell. Surprisingly, he didn’t wake up, he bucked his hips against you, squeezing you as he let his hot breath fan over your right ear.

  Oh lord.

  “Chan, please wake up” You pleaded, his cock pressed against your butt and his lips brushing your ears being enough for your tongue roll just like his, but naughtier, as the shiver ran through your body, making you shut your eyes for god knows what reason, since it just enhanced all those feelings “Come on, wake up” You said again, trying to nudge him with your elbow.

   “Hm?” The hit seemed to work, he shifted, and you took the chance to roll away as you could, which meant you got on your back, getting away from his crotch for now, but still being held by your waist. He didn’t seem interested in waking up, so he took your new position in, hugging you like a koala and burying his face on the crook of your neck.

   What a great place to plaster a hot breath.

   You closed your eyes, deciding to enjoy the feelings, his body warming up yours, his breath giving you goosebumps, his grip tight on you like he didn’t want to let go. You stretched your neck just for a bit, almost hoping he would just kiss it, which he didn’t, but his lips brushed over your sensitive skin and you gripped the sheets hard, biting your lip to suppress a moan. You could say you almost had a heart attack when your alarm burst out of nowhere, startling both of you. You jumped, accidentally head-butting his nose, getting a whine from him as he hovered over you to turn off the alarm.

  That was it, you were dead.

  He supported himself with his knee, that was already over your body, so he just sank it between your legs, his left arm bracing him as he stretched his right one to turn off the alarm. His chest was right there for your display, and you almost reached for it, wishing you could caress him and kiss him until he moaned your name… Control your mind! You can control it. He seemed to realize someone was under him, so he looked in your way, taking in your flushed state.

   You were a mess.

   Your hair was messy, your clothes were messy, the sheets were messy… What the hell had happened while he was sleeping? Somehow your shirt had come up quite a bit, revealing your belly and hanging too close to your boobs, letting too much skin uncovered, which made him gulp. He traced his eyes over your belly to your boxers, short enough to fully reveal your thighs and get his attention when you tried to pressed them together, rubbing against his knee.

   What an unholy view…

   “Sorry” He muttered, getting off of you, laying his back in the bed and looking to the ceiling, expecting the blank surface to make his bulge disappear somehow. It was almost painful how hard you could get him just staying still, those innocent eyes looking at him startled and… He didn’t even know! Eagerly? It seemed like you expected him to do something.

   “Totally fine” Your voice came out hoarsely, and you cursed yourself. Way to go unnoticed! Your legs couldn’t support you even if you tried to stand up, you just felt them mushy, like your soul was trembling to get yourself on him, riding him until you couldn’t walk to your class anymore. He was just too hot to handle… How could you endure it? Being next to a guy who literally just called you in his sleep and rubbed his cock against your ass? You weren’t even wearing underwear! It was just boxers against boxers… You could feel your body tensing up, a pinch on your stomach that needed to be released.

    But not now.

    “Aren’t you… Hm… Getting up?” He asked, his face turning to you so he could lock his eyes with yours. That was it. Fuck it. You couldn’t care less you had classes today, you threw your leg over his hips, watching as he widened his eyes when you sat right on his dick, just like the last night. You rocked your hips once, getting a shaky moan from him, his eyes closing in delight “What are you doing?” He managed to ask, his mind too high to really understand what he was saying but trying to look composed.

   “I’m getting up on you” You stated boldly, waiting for him to open his eyes, but he didn’t. You scoffed, the smugness taking control of your mind as you leaned closer to his ear, letting your breath fan there for a moment, feeling him twitch under you “What were you dreaming?” He shot his eyes open, a gasp leaving his lips “I heard you call my name… As you… Humped… Me” You made sure to pronounce everything slowly, getting off on his shiver, a little whimper falling from his lips.

   You felt powerful.

   “Y/N?” His voice trembled and you leaned back, your eyes searching for some kind of resistance in his face “Are you sure you want this?” His eyes focused on you, concerned, and you rolled your eyes, astonished.

   “Are you fucking kidding me?” You scoffed “Do you think I would do it if I wasn’t sure?” He smiled sheepishly at you, embarrassed “There’s a limit you shouldn’t cross on being dumb, Chan” You laughed, looking at him in adoration for a moment, just enjoying his shy look “Are you sure about this?” You bit your lip, trying to not avert your eyes as he opened and closed his mouth, unsure about what to say.

    You panicked.                                                                                                                            

    Of course, he didn’t want this! If he wanted this he wouldn’t back off yesterday, he wouldn’t ask you if you were sure… He would take that not so subtle hint that was your clothed core rubbing against his cock as a clear sign of you wanting to do it with him right now. You tried to get off of him, raising yourself slightly before his hands shoot to your hips and grabbed them, tugging you and crashing your hips together, a groan escaping from his lips along a loud moan leaving yours.

    Holy fuck…

    “Don’t you fucking dare…” He whispered, panting, his forehead rested on your shoulder, his body shivering under yours in excitement “I swear to god… You can’t even imagine how much I wanted to fuck you” He raised his head a little bit, looking at your hips pressed together, your body twitching under his grip “You’re so fucking hot… I had to move out because I couldn’t handle myself… Did you know that?” He raised his head, looking right into your eyes, his eyes dark as you never saw “Did you know I quit being your roommate because every time I saw you, I wanted to fuck you until you forget your damn name?”

   That was it! It was a dream.

   There was no way in hell you were awake right now.

   “Answer me” He ordered, his voice sounded too sexy to allow you to think straight, so you just stared back at him, wetting your dry lips with your tongue, your eyes briefly darting to his lips before going back to his eyes “You can’t even answer me…” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as if you were dumb “Okay, let me ask you this… Are you doing it so you can forget him?” This time his voice wasn’t smug, it was unsure and worried. You couldn’t even understand what he was worrying about.

   “Forget him?” You asked confused, your eyes wandering through his face “What?” He closed his eyes, impatient, before he opened them again and dived into your own. He didn’t answer you, so you stood there in silence, wondering what he wanted you to say until it hit you, and as your eyes lit up in realization, you laughed “What?! There is no him, dumbass! It’s you!” He seemed surprised but relieved, and you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks as you smiled at him, delighted “It has always been you…” You pulled his face closer, your lips smashing mid-way, your tongue immediately asking for permission to explore his mouth.

   You never imagined you would be kissing Bang Chan.

   Okay, you imagined it! But you never thought it was going to be real.

   This time, the soberness helped you both, not an issue with your kiss, quite the opposite actually. As you just melted into the kiss, his hands slipping to your waist and holding you gently, like you could break and fade away anytime now, your hands slickered to the back of his neck, fingers fisted on his locks, pulling them and making him groan into the kiss, completely absorbed on what you made him feel. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips as you heard it, rolling your hips ever so slightly just to feel him against you, getting your folds apart.

   “You’re so needy, angel” He whispered, his mouth hovering over yours, his eyes closed as he dunks in the heat pouring out of your body, the warmth between your bodies seemed to get him high, and your nails scratching down his nape weren’t helping at all. He buried his nose on your neck, breathing you in, registering you in the back of his mind, your mouth agape in pleasure from a tiny action like this “But you’re also a brat… You shouldn’t talk back to your Daddy” He sighed, disappointed in you, leaving a soft bite on your neck before leaning back, enough to take in the view.

   Your eyes were closed, your neck slowly stretching as your head was so heavy with all your lust that it just needed to hang back, your mouth still opened, prepared to moan at any moment. What a beautiful sight. He smirked before getting his hands away from you, crossing it behind his neck, watching as you opened your eyes, annoyed. You glared at him, clearly wanting him to fuck you right now but he just snorted, cocking his brow.

   “I won’t pleasure a brat” He grimaced at you, feeling cocky as he saw your pout, your brows frowning “You should do this by yourself if you can’t behave” He mocked, watching as you scoffed, outraged, before sinking in him in a silent challenge. He groaned as he felt your folds embracing him over the fabrics, you could only be dripping if you could just sink like this on his dick, and just the thought was enough to make him want to rip your clothes and fuck you right there, put aside your misbehave.

   “Watch me” You didn’t know if it was a plead or a dare and neither did he, so he just focused on your hips moving against his, (not so) dryly humping him at a steady pace. You stroke your heat against him, feeling as the fabric of your boxers drenched with your juices, making it slid too easily and rub your clit, your whines uncontrollable, you were sure his boxers were getting drenched too as you did it, and you couldn’t help but dig your nails on his shoulders just by imagining it. He groaned under your grip, feeling as you slid too easily on him.

   “Holy shit, you’re so wet and I didn’t even touch you” He actually didn’t intend to mock you by this but as soon as you squirmed, biting your lips and fastening your pace, he chuckled “Oh… So you like to be a needy little whore?” His voice sounded so smug that you wanted to retort him, but your mind couldn’t register what he was saying. How could you feel so good just by grinding him? You felt something build-up inside you, a far too familiar sensation that could only lead you to the best orgasm you would have had in your life.

    Until the damn second alarm sounded.

    You cried as you felt your orgasm fade away, vanish like it wasn’t right there for you, startled by the sound, and devasted for the lack of pleasure you would get. Chan turned off the alarm, chuckling as he saw you leaning on his chest, your nose buried on his shoulder as you whined over and over again a bunch of “no’s”, muffled by his skin. He stroke your hair gently, waiting for you to recover from your frustration.

    “Time for your classes, angel” He really didn’t want you to go but he said it anyway, holding your waist so you could get up but you held his arms for dear life, whining. He stopped his movements, trying to take a look at your state, and you made it easier by straightening yourself on his lap again, glossy eyes looking at him pleading.

   “Fuck my classes! Please, let me cum” Your plea sounded like the sweetest sound he could ever hear, you bucked your hips against his once, then twice, and without a proper answer, you just resumed from where you left, humping him eagerly, hoping you could reach your orgasm this time. It built up much faster than before, the knot forming on your stomach almost immediately, and you couldn’t help but moan loudly as you felt it deliciously spreading everywhere.

    Chan watched as you flushed, your neck, ears, and face painted in pink, your boobs bouncing up and down as you kept your pace, your arms tangling his neck, your head slowly falling back, your body trembling slightly as you got closer to your high. You tried to shut your mouth but as soon as your orgasm hit you, you cried satisfied, your mouth agape, a string of saliva connecting your lips before running down your chin, your eyes rolling back as his name was enchanted over and over again, and when you became unable to talk, your tongue just slid out your mouth, hanging there in the most filthy view he had in his whole life.

   He could have come right there.

   You didn’t stop your movements, rocking your hips slowly until you could ride out from your high, and when you finally stopped, feeling whole as you never felt, you looked into his eyes. He looked dazed at you, his eyes fucking you silently, and he let a breathless “wow” slip from him as he watched you. The shame crushed you without any mercy, humiliation washing over you as you tried to hide from him, your face burying in his chest. He chuckled, amused by your shyness before he rubbed your back gently.

    “Can you keep going?” You scoffed, nuzzling into his chest.

    “Are you fucking kidding me?” You asked tiredly, a smile growing in your face “If you tried to stop me now I would have to search someone to fuck on the streets” You joked but he didn’t seem to like it, gripping your waist and bringing your body closer to his, getting a whine out of you when you rubbed against him again.

    “I will make sure to fuck you until you can’t even think about fucking someone else” He assured you, his voice low and threatening, getting you even more aroused than you were “Be a good girl and when I’m finished, you won’t even remember your name, angel, you won’t be able to cum with anyone else, you will be my little slut... Only mine” His whisper sent a shiver down your spine and even though you were more than willing to comply, you snorted.

   “What if I’m a bad girl?” He scoffed, his fingers burying in your hair and tugging it slightly as he approached his lips from your ears, letting his teeth graze your earlobe before biting it.

   “Then I will punish you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week” His threat made you twitch, your tongue darted to your lips, wetting them.

    “Make it two and I will be the best brat you ever had” You offered, making him laugh, breaking his character for a moment. He shook his head in disbelief, kissing your neck softly.

    “What do I do with you?” He giggled, hugging you tightly, and you chuckled, scratching his back lightly.

    “I hope you’ll do me before I need to ask someone else” You joked.

    “Okay, let’s make it two” He agreed, his eyes darkening again “I won’t stop until you’re begging me to ruin you” He promised, and you gulped down, excited as his fingers traced down your body until it reached your core “Are you familiar with the color system?” He asked, thumb flicking your clit directly, making you squirm under his touch as you nodded silently, lost in your mind “Use your words, angel… I want to hear your voice… It’s time for the neighbors to meet my new roommate, don’t you think?” His finger slid inside you, suddenly, a surprised moan leaving your lips on spot, getting a smirk from him “Yeah, that’s right… Something like this” He approved.

   What a perfect son of a bitch…

[hellswolfie]

JONAS REMAKES RANKING

So I did an eva remake ranking a few weeks ago.

Edit : there is now a noora remake ranking

...and a william remake ranking

... and an Isak remake ranking

...and an Even remake ranking

...and a Sana remake ranking

Let's continue now with the Jonas remake ranking ;)

( i didn't watch skam italia so that's why Giovanni is not there altho he seems to be really great)

For the few who actually will read this, feel free to discuss in the comments (respectfully of course). I also want to add that me not liking a character is not a dig at anyone who does. Everyone has their opinions, it's great, and I'm not trying to impose mine, I just want to vent lol.

1- Jonas (Druck)

I mean he has his flaws but he is just...so cute? And endearing? In season 1 he was not always a good boyfriend, as it is Jonas tradition, but he is defintely the one who was the best at communication and who I could understand his actions the most. I was not a super fan of his couple with Hanna, and their reunion felt extremely bitter sweet as it took away an episode from Amira's season, but I liked to see that he was there for her no matter what, showing them as friends before getting back together and that that was enough for him even though he wanted more. And I mean poor guy didn't know what was happening most of the time lol. He's just really lost and clumsy in his actions, I could totally buy him just not really knowing how to deal with some situations because in the end he's just a teenager. And with Matteo omg he is SO ADORABLE like my heart melts everytime he calls him Luigi and when Matteo came out his first reaction was "TELL ME WHERE THE FUCKER LIVES NO ONE HURTS MY BEST FRIEND LIKE THAT X("? He is just the best ^^. He was such a believable character, and despite his flaws always had the intention to be nice and respectful and he is simply so wholesome I love him <3

2-Yann (Skam France)

Poor guy was done so dirty by the writers but fuck them I'm gonna love him anyway! I don't condomn or excuse his reaction to Lucas's coming out, especially when his reason did not make sense at all (Lucas had made it clear that he had only told ONE person about his sexuality -a person who was also a gay man and if Yann can't understand why Lucas would want to come out to him first he's not very bright- , not the "whole highschool" like he says later, so what exactly was he upset about?). But still, I'd like to add that he was also the only Jonas to ever appologize for the gay jokes, so even though it doesn't make up for it, it still shouldn't be overlook. He is also such a sunshine, like his smile is so contagious. He can be a little too proud sometimes but still is ready to look over that for his friends. And despite his bad actions, after Lucas came out, he became so supportive, always having his back, being so excited about Eliott (but like who wouldn't), and not afraid to be physically affectionate with him (something Lucas defintely needs like the poor guy is so touch starved everyone should give him a goddam hug it's a good thing he has the clingiest racoon on the planet as a boyfriend), something that I feel is so important to show between men sespecially when one of them is into guys. He made me love the boyquad so much, sometimes becoming the mom friend of the group poor guy. I found him annoying at times, but always so endearing, and he is definitely one of the Jonas that pissed me off the less so...It was a downer he was the least present of the boysquad in season 5 :(

3- Kes (Skam nl)

Oh god this dude...He was such an ASSHOLE to Isa in season 1, and since Isa is my baby you can imagine how I would have an issue with him. Not only that, but his actions seemed to stem more from him wanting to be the macho man in front of his friends and never actually respecting his own girlfriend than the oblivousness and clumsiness of other Jonas. So...What saved him in my eyes? Firsly, his charisma. I don't know there was just something about how fun and easy going nature that i found endearing. It made me hate him less and understand more was Isa fell for him. And secondly, his friendship with Lucas. When it comes to that he is probably the Jonas who treated his Isak the best in season 1. Even his "your music is gay" line came less as a real mean jab and more like friendly teasing compared to the others. In my memories, Lucas even got along pretty well with the other dude. I will even go as far as to say that Kes is the only Jonas that i ship with his Isak (well at least that I actually see having feelings for his Isak). So, for that, he was to me more enjoyable to follow. Still needed Isa to make him that Eva speech in the end that he defintely deserved tho.

4- Jorge (Skam espana)

I was not sure where to put him, to be honest, because like with Hanna in the last ranking, he is the one amongst the Jonas that I don't feel anything for. I mean he's cute and nice and all, I appreciated how he was supportive of Lucas after his coming out, and I think his relationship with Eva was pretty well handled from start to finish (altho a bit rebondant at times after season 1). But like that's it. When it comes to him, I just don't care? That's kind of a trend for skam espana. It's just not for me I guess. But I still liked seeing his friendship with Nora in season 3!

5- Jens (WTFock)

He is from, in my opinion, the worst boysquad in the whole skamverse so that definitely don't give him any favors. I think we all know why I would dislike him. During the first two seasons he was already an asshole, constantly picking on on Robbe and making sexist and homophobic jokes with Moyo. In season 3, though, he went of the rails, becoming a caricature of a dudebro macho man, willingly abandoning Robbe when the poor guy was confiding in him, always talking about SEEEEX... God I wanted to slap his face so bad! They tried to salvage it by making him be supportive to Robbe after his coming out, but it felt so forced and really clumsy. Him saying "Yeah? So?" is not the woke move the writers wanted it to be. Like yeah your friend being gay should not be big deal in itself TO YOU (except if you're actually in love with him and thus have a big gay panic when he tells you hint hint Kes), but when he makes his coming out an important moment, reacting like that only invalidates his feelings, especially when it is only to make the other character look cool. Jens being the one to push Robbe to come out, even doing it for him (with Robbe's silent agreement but still), is not a good look either. Not even talking about how they didn't even adress his shitty behavior and instead made him do a 180 because the writers were just lazy I guess. For all of these reasons, he is almost my least favorite Jonas. Almost because, for one, the scene where he talks to Robbe about sex, telling him it's ok if he's not ready but also that he shouldn't be so pressured about it because in the end, no matter what other guys say, "it's just sex" finally put him in a good light as he had dropped his macho dudebro man mode, and was the (only) scene where I actually liked him. Plus, I still could stand him in season 1 and he felt like a real person I could maybe even like (in season 1!!!). And...There is another Jonas that did not even have any of that.

7- Marlon (Skam Austin)

And the Worst Boyfriend Award goes to...

No but seriously this guy has no redeemable qualities in my eyes. Pretentious asshole who only thinks about HE wants? Check! Wants his girlfriend to be interested in his passion and is mad when she does not make it her proriety but never does the same in return?? Check! Constantly mocking her opinions or anythings she likes, including her own passion that she gave up FOR HIM? Check!!! I never understood why she even dated him in the first place, the guy had nothing going on for him. Even in their fight/make up scene they made it so much worse like he literaly forced her to stay by sitting on her car instead of just running after her. And god he was such a cliche with the "i am an artist and i want to follow my dreams but my parents don't understand me boohoo :( !!!!" thing. I could say I maybe would have liked him better had Shay had her own season (as she should have!!! And in my dreams she would have ended up with his exgirlfriend, serves him right for treating her like shit), but even then I'm not sure. I don't remember him being actually friends with them, like they definitely were a team and all but it felt like it was more "Tyler § Shay and Marlon" than anything else. Especially since these two were so much more interesting than him. So yeah, he was a real asshole, one of the worst love interest in the Skam universe in my opinion. At least Skam Austin not getting renewed (WHYYYYY) means that I won't see him and Megan get back together (no the season 2 finale does not count shut up) thanks god for that.

[glitching-desert-snake]

“Last time I ask you for a favor!” with some venom sibs! :^)

It 'tis done! 3k worth of venom siblings and some lovely StarParty for ya. Hope you like it!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31265705

(appologies if the read more doesn't work smh)

:readmore:

"Order up! Can we get two blue plates and a Destroya special, hold the cactus!" Party called from the booth they're waiting to Ghoul and Kobra in the kitchen.

"On it!" Ghoul called back.

"Hey," a voice said from behind them, tapping them on the shoulder. Poison turned around to see Jet Star and their cheeks flush.

"Did you um need something Star?" They asked

"It's noon so Venom's are off, I can take it from here."

"Right" They hand him their notepad and pen, "Oh the girls over there want just one milkshake to share so make sure Ghoul puts extra in it."

"Got it, have a nice break." Jet smiled and they try not to beam right back, a small wave and they are hanging up their apron and heading outside.

"Heyy, Party Poison." A killjoy was at their heels as soon as they exit the swinging doors.

"And who might you be?" They pause and lean on one leg as the 'joy caught up to them.

"The name's Band Saw, and well- you don't happen to like roller skating do you?" It took Party a moment to hide their curiosity. They didn't care for tricks or anything but you could find them rolling around. Not like Show Pony who was on quads 24/7. But they did know a certain blue haired someone who was dying to learn to skate.

"Say I did,"

"Well would'jya maybe want to come with me to the rink party Pony's holding this weekend?" Party Poison looked up with intrigue but quickly hid it with a long eyeroll, "I would sooner go with you than get my finger stuck in a band saw." The joy recoiled and took a deep sigh, "Oh ok um, nevermind then." they scurried off. Poison felt a twinge of regret but then happily didn't as they looked up to see Kobra Kid leaning on the back wall smirking.

"Don't they know the first rule of The Diner is no flirting with the waitstaff." He chuckled, "I made the rule to get rid of goonies like that."

"Eh, they technically weren't in The Diner when they asked." They noted as the two walked out to the fields.

"I guess. Here, slap up the sun's nice today." Kobra handed them some sunscreen and went to find a spot in the dry grasses to lie down. "Ghoul said Helibomb is going to come by on Sunday to see about the warm water not working."

"Oh the gal who wears heelys everywhere? I didn't realize she did more than just well work."

"Yep, they say she can even roll on her heelys up hill."

"Seems like just a frequency static rumor to me."

"If it's true then I'm taking one from her book for my bike. I don't care if it's magic or what, I want a piece."

"I'm sure you do. Hey Kobra, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Did you hear about Show Pony's gig this weekend?"

"The partner skate? Sure I have, but I'm not planning on going on account of too many love birds in one flock."

Party swallowed and went red even though they knew better.

"Well duh, I know you're not going. That'd be like me walking into the bathrooms at Hyperthrust during a party." They both laughed and fake gagged.

"But man, for all that I'm supposedly talk of the town, apparently I'm also the last to hear about major events." They threw up their hands. "Anyways, think you could be a messenger pigeon?"

Kobra grinned, "Party,"

"Look- I can't go asking myself, I have an image to uphold!"

"A damn bitchy one" Kobra quipped, chewing his lip. "But no, I get it. Who's the lucky 'joy?" he looked sharply into Party's eyes and they quickly looked down.

"You're going to hate me for this." They said with a flush creeping onto their cheeks.

"I'm not gonna be mad Pois, you know that." he said, hugging his knees and looking at them.

"It's Jet Star." They say with a gulp.

"Party fuckin Poison, what to say." Kobra was grinning and shaking his head as he spoke in a sing song drawl, "You pick good ones. Aesthetics? Top game."

"Shut up!" Poison giggles

"And yes, of course I can do the honors for you- but it better be at The Nest because we all remember the last time drama happened while at work."

"Yeah, bacon and avocado do not belong on the ceiling." Party shook their head and smiled. Their face is still hot but they stand up and shake twigs from their jacket. "Thank you for this, Kid, really."

"Oh I wasn't done-" Kobra said, standing up and pointing a finger at them. "Because I want a favor in return."

"Alright shoot,"

"I don't know what it is yet," he said as they began "It all depends how much of a chaotic disaster the ask winds up being." He laughed and the sun glinted on his braces.

"Of course," Party said with a chuckle but they can't help their mind racing with every dismal possibly that could happen.

"So we only sold five milkshakes today on account of the machine breaking, big deal! Helibomb is coming Sunday afternoon, don't stress it Ghoul." Jet was leaning on the table and poking through music to put on.

"You know they're are biggest seller when it's hot out." Ghoul reasoned as he reached for a brush from the couch and worked on undoing his braids.

"Pst, Poison get over here." Kobra tapped his sibling on the shoulder. "I'm not being your wingman if you're just going to hide in the kitchen." Poison gulped and reluctantly drifted into the living room and stuck to the side of the wall. Kobra looked back at them and smiled and then walked over to Jet who was putting Earthling into the cassette player.

"Hey Jet, I've got a proposition for ya." Kobra grins as Little Wonder came on intermixed with static.

"Oh yeah?" Jet tucked a curl behind his ear. Party cringed at The Kid being so formal but couldn't look away.

"Party Poison here wants to go to the skate party at Pony's rink tomorrow night. And they want to know, if you'd do them the honors of being their date." Kobra put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and rests a contented look on his face. Jet for his part looked astonished.

"Really?" He asked, with a smile creeping over his face, looking from Kobra to Party and back.

"Yeah- but like, only if you want." Party said. They got themself off the wall and managed to stay standing despite harboring no trust in their legs to function.

"No I'd like that, sound's rad. It's just- man I don't even know how to roller skate."

"Oh"

"But I'd love it if you showed me how." Jet finished and Party beamed

"Hey you should pick some skates from the shoe pile, I think TCM dropped off some that might fit you."

"Oh yeah!" Jet bobbed his head and smiled.

He left to the nest and Party followed after him but not before siding up next to Kobra to mutter, "Thank you," with a breathy sigh.

"'Course" The Kid chuckled, "But remember, you owe me."

"Yeah yeah." Poison smiled as they exchanged their secret hand shake. Poison bounded down the hallway after Jet.

"Hi." Star said, quickly turning around. He brushed his hair back for like the fifth time that day and Poison couldn't help but notice all the freckles that had come out from being in the sun on the walk home from The Diner where Kobra's whispered heckling and teasing just made Party more giddy than they already were.

"Hi" They repeated. They knew enough to not think that something like What's your shoe size? was a deemable conversation but were lost of what to say instead.

"Did you really mean me?" Jet was asking.

"What?" Poison looks at him with concern as they pull out the pile of shoes and start handing skates to Jet.

"I mean like, you really want to go on a date date with me, not just like as friends?"

"I- yes." they swallow and look away, "Jet if you don't want to go that's fine. Just tell me now so I can sort out my feelings in peace."

"What? No no I'm not breaking up with you- I mean I'm not- I'm pastel for you too, Party." It's Jet's turn to look away but Poison drops a skate in their lap to stare at him. "I didn't think you felt any way for me, I mean you're Party 'I insult everyone' Poison, I never thought you'd like someone like-"

"I don't insult every one." They interject with a sigh. "You and Kobra both on top of me over this." They shake their head, Ghoul understood the need to cover everything up and keep things safe with a shell of spite but Kobra and Jet would just zip shut over anything touchy. Well, or punch your lights out if it was Jet.

"Wait a minute, what were you going to say?"

Jet turned  slightly towards them, "I didn't think you'd like someone all well, quiet n' stuff. Man, I come home from work and then just work on my bots whiles you off partying the lights away."

"Pff Star, you think I go to parties to pick up 'joys to date?"

"I mean, yeah?" Jet looks at them confused as he puts on another skate, "Think these fit." he said absent mindedly, still looking intently at Party.

"Star, I go to parties for the music, for the friends, and yeah maybe sometimes to blow off some adrenaline without a raygun, but I-" they stuck out their tongue slightly as they slipped the lace into an eyelet, I don't take people home from parties and I'd never fuck anyone, ever they want to say but instead just mutter, "I don't go to the club for crushes. And besides, I didn't think you liked me. Whyd'ja think I sent The Kid to ask for me."

"Party what do you mean! How could I not be pastel for your smiles and when you wear tank tops while tagging up the radio station, or skirts out to parties, and the way you get all nervous before reading."

"Okay now that's just not fair. You're so cute when you're covered in motor oil and showing me your bots, not to mention how sharp of a shot you are both at darts and dracs. But also you know you make the best milkshakes this side of the radiation pools."

"Stoop now you makin me all melted." Star shoves them and laughs,

"Not before you did!" Party retorts and they dissolve into a fit of laughter.

The following night Party and Jet rode down to the rink. The lights were bright and the pizza was pretty shitty but it was ok. Jet told them about his plans to try to make a drone while Party tied his skates for him. They stepped out on the rink and skated in a small circle then rolled back to the edge where Jet was still standing on the carpet. On other days they would stare at the black and bright colored carpet wanting to look like it but they knew Jet was just scared.

"If you fall, I've got you." They whispered in his ear and he looked up. Poison hadn't seen Star actually scared, not since ray blasts streaked the sky. He stepped onto the rink and diligently kept his feet exactly parallel.

"Here see, you skate like this." Party kicked off and skated a few feet, then turned and slid back to Jet.

"Here goes nothing." Star said and tried to put his feet into a V like theirs. He started to pick up his foot but fell off-balanced onto Party who hit the rink on their wrist guard. Star was mortified but his body was so close, Party reminded themself to breathe. They ran their hand along his arm.

"Hi" they breathed

"I suck at this for real." Jet groaned and then took their hand. Party got onto their feet and pulled Jet up to standing.

They spent most of the night very close to the nice friendly padded wall. Party showed Jet how to get comfortable on his skates and every once in a while left him on the shore of the rink to practice a spin or skating backwards.

"Now you're just showing off." Jet laughed as Party vogued to the song playing.

"C'mon you can at least do this." They insisted and rolled their wrist against their neck. Jet was much better at voguing than skating, shaping his face square and sweeping circles in the air. Party watched with a quiet smile intently trained on Jet, watching him slowly get more confident until the fear from the beginning of the night melted away.

Eventually Jet did manage to skate without holding onto anything, only to realize he didn't know how to stop. Veering towards Party, he pressed them up to the wall. Poison just laughed.

"Can I kiss you Star?" Party asked

"Only if you show me how to stop after." Jet smiled and Party pressed a kiss to his cheek. Jet held onto the wall as Party kicked off into a simple forwards skate.

"Point your toes and bring your legs together." Party half shouts over the music. Jet takes a couple of tries but eventually gets the hang of it. He skates up to Party and stops right in front of them. They hold his hands and he kisses them. Poison flips up to stand on their heel stops and leans into him. When they finish skating Jet's legs are shaking. He thinks it's on account of it being his first time skating. Party can't tell if it's from skating or being on a date with Jet. But really it's all three mixed into a wavering walk home bubbling with laughter and then dying down to quiet murmurs on the wind.

"So, what's your revenge against my innocent little ask?" Party said with their hand on their hips and a sarcastic lilt in their voice.

"You know how little Mr. Tommy Chow Mein's got that one spot on the back shelf that damn no body supposed to touch?"

"Oh noo, what about it."

"Well, I've been peeping this helmet he's got up there, right? And I think it'd be perfect to go with my wheels now that I have some races under my belt as Lucky No. 27 this dinky BLI helmet got nothing on the other guys. I want you, with all that charisma you got packed away in there, to get it in my hands."

"Oh come on Kid, it's TCM! I can't just walk up to our used-to-be-dad and ask him to sell me contra!"

"It's not actually contraband though, red." Jet Star chimes in from where he's listening bemusedly to the venom siblings. "Hand me a hair tie would you Ghoul?" he asks Ghoul, who's patiently getting his hair braided by Jet.

"I got 50 carbons you can use for bartering."

"Oh sure that'll help but it's still the no sells shelf. And TCM isn't pastel for you like Mx. Propulsion here." Ghoul said with a smirk and Jet flicks hair in his face.

"Alright alright, I'll try but no promises alright Kobra."

"What? Just try, that's BS."

"Hey I didn't know if I'd be getting a joyfriend or not out of your favor, I don't know if you'll be off with a helmet or not."

"Fine." Kobra said in a drawn out whine.

Poison grabbed the ring of carbons and Ghoul tossed Jet the keys to the Trans Am.

"You're coming too?" Party asks as Jet leaves with them

"You know I want to see how this plays out." He said with a laugh and Party rolls their eyes.

"Make sure they're putting in effort, I want that helmet next sunrise race!" Kobra called as they left.

"Heyy Tommy C! How's it hanging?" Party said

"It's hanging like a plastic bag in a 'crow's nest- what do you want Party?" Tommy shuts off whatever audio drama he'd been listening to and leaned on the counter looking down at Party.

"Jus' wanna talk, that so bad?" Tommy just rolled his eyes.

"Look are you buying something or just here to make me change the station. I've heard enough of your rants, I'm not turning on the radio my books are just fine."

"So listen, I was just wondering about that helmet you got over there. It's pretty bonus track and a uh, associate of mine was looking into it."

"This is not the helmet you're looking for." TCM said and a wave of calm washed over Party. They were immediately confused, they were never this calm. There was something they needed but it wasn't here. Wait of course it was. Jet wouldn't be standing in the corner watching the whole scene amused if it hadn't been for Kobra. What was it about Kobra? He wanted the helmet right. It took half of Party's effort just to remember this but then he was at it again.

"Where'd you get it anyways?"

"A long time ago. It's very old, your sibling doesn't want it."

"Oh yeah?" That pang hit their thoughts again but they kept going. "Where'd you get it?"

"No where near here, a galaxy far far away, you could say."

"Well look, since you already know it's The Kid who's trying to get his hands on it what do you even have against him?'

"Yeah, Jet pipes up- me and Ghoul were the ones always pulling pranks on you. He didn't do nothing to you."

"Let me do this, it's not your trade." Party said, putting their hand on Jet's chest.

"Fine." Jet sighed and went back to browsing the zine rack.

"The Kobra Kid can't have my helmet, and no one else can either."

"Ok but what if I gave you 50 Cs?" Party asked, stifling the blow to their train of thought.

"Agh! Why don't these work on you rascal?" Tommy threw down his sunglasses in annoyance. "Fine you want to know about this helmet. I got this helmet pod racing until my rival decided to blow out my hyperdrive frequency and led me to crash land by ship on this measly planet. And then what? Jammed radios from a certain somebody meant I couldn't fly anymore. Set up shop instead, an the rest's history.

"But you know what? If it's useless to me, it's just as useless to you and yours." Tommy sighed and took the carabiners of 25 carbons each and slid them onto the rods in his cash register and begrudgingly passed the helmet down to Party.

"Kobra! We're home!"

"Did they get my helmet?" Kobra asks as he runs into the nest.

"Sure did! Diligently and without help from yours truly." Jet reported back and kissed Party quickly on the cheek to the return of a grin on their face.

Kobra ran over and took the helmet from Poison and immediately put it on.

"Uh Party?" He waved his arms around

"Do you like it?"

"Pois, I can't see a thing." Kobra took the helmet back off and examined the front, realizing that not only was GOOD LUCK painted across the entire screen but the inside was also painted black.

"What the-" Party grabbed it from him and put it on, only to find completely darkness and if they crossed their eyes, a bit of shine to the paint.

"Man you get a joyfriend and I get a fuckin useless helmet!? Last time I ask you for a favor!" He pouces onto Poison and they topple onto the couch, wrestling each other until it dissolves into a pillow fight.

[commanderrivercc-3628]

Long Time, No See

This is my first fic I’ve ever written, so if it’s not great I appologize.

I wrote this because of @beskars and @darthstyles podcast ‘The Thirstcast: Episode III’. They asked for more Jango Fett fan fics so here it is.

Words: 938

Fluff

Warnings: a little language, kissing

Jango Fett x Reader

It was late at night on Coruscant. The bright lights of the city planet illuminated the air. People of many different species slowly began to trickle out of a small cantina, leaving only two people behind. Both human, and cleaning up the bar space and tables. One, a man in his late forties, turned to face the other.

“So, (Y/N). I was wondering-“. He began before you cut him off.

“Yeah, Pal. I can finish here and lock up on my way out. Go on home.” You give him a warm smile, though on the inside you were annoyed.

Pal almost always asked you to finish up for him. Which often meant you didn’t get much sleep, but you always said yes, leaving you thinking you were too nice for your own good.

“Thank you so much, I’ll make it up to you.” Pal replied, giving you a large huge before jogging out of the cantina. 

“Yeah, right.” You sighed, once Pal was out the door. 

Pal always said he’d make it up to me, but he never did. Nonetheless you continued your work. Sweeping the floor, cleaning glasses, and wiping down chairs and tables.

As it grew later into the night, and you were still at the cantina when you heard the door open. Footsteps sounded as someone entered, the door closing behind them. 

“I’m sorry, but we’re closed.” You calmly stated, not turning to look at who ever had just walked in. 

The sound of them walking stopped. You listened waiting to hear them turn and leave, but they never did. Getting frustrated, you huff.

“Look, Asswhole. I already told you, we are clo-“, your words cut off as you turned to confront the di’kut who just walked into the closed cantina.

Your eyes widened at the man standing before you. He was mandalorian, his armor polished and clean, his helmet had blue accents around the t-shaped visor. You didn’t need to see his face to recognize him. 

“Hello, (Y/N). Long time, no see.” His voice was distorted under the helmet.

“Jango.” You gasped out.

He walked closer to you, pulling off his helmet and setting it on the bar. Jango Fett was still a couple paces away from you. 

“Well”, Jango smirked, his voice normal again without his helmet. “Are you goin’ to show me how much you missed me or not?”

With that ran at him, basically jumping on him as you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Jango’s hands slipped from your waist to grab the back of your thighs. He lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and you pulled your lips away from his.

“I really missed you.” You said, trying to catch your breath.

“Really? I’m not so sure of that. I mean you did call me an ‘asswhole’.” He smirked yet again.

Damn you loved that smirk, and that voice. Not to mention his deep, accented voice.

“To be fair, I didn’t know it was you, Jango.” You explained smugly, biting your lip.

“I guess you’ll have to figure out a way to make it up to me then, won’t you (Y/N).”

You crashed your lips back onto his, this one being more passionate than the last. His tongue pushed into your mouth, exploring it. He set you on the bar, hands roaming to the hem of your shirt. You rested your arms over his shoulders. You moved a hand up into his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Jango smiled against your lips, still not breaking the kiss. Jango’s hand slipped up under your shirt, slowly moving up your waist. That’s when you pulled away.

“Not that I don’t want to do this, because I do.” You began. “But, I don’t want to do it here.”

“Why don’t you lock up then, and we’ll take this elsewhere. Yeah?”  Jango replied.

Jango backed away allowing you to hop down from the bar. You walked past Jango to finish wiping down the last table. He sat down patiently on a stool. You knew he was watching so you made sure to bend over the table more than what was necessary.

“You’re a damn tease, ya’ know that right?” Jango huffed.

You turned to face Jango again, leaning back against the table. You smirked and winked at him. Causing him to groan in frustration. 

“I’m done now, we can go.”

“Finally.” Jango replied hopping off the bar stool, scooping up his helmet. 

You start walking out of the cantina with Jango beside you, planting a small kiss on his lips before he put his helmet back on. He went to keep walking, but you grabbed his arm to stop him. You pulled Jango into a tight hug, he wrapped his arm tightly around you to hug you back.

“I really did miss you.” You said, sighing into the embrace.

“I know, love. I know.” Jango’s voice was now distorted again.

“You missed me too, right?” You asked, now looking up at his t-shaped visor.

“More than you could possibly imagine.” 

You smiled at that, pulling out of the embrace. Jango grabbed your and you both walked out of the cantina side by side.

“Wait. Jango, how?” You raised an eyebrow, turning your head to face Jango. “How did you know I was at the cantina?”

“I’m the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. It wasn't that hard to find you.”

You glared at him, annoying with his response. Jango only laughed in response. Soon your glare softened and you were laughing along with Jango, as you both walked off into the night.

[futurewriter2000]

Girls play Games, Women don’t. - pt.7

A/N: That took a different turn than I wanted it too. Lmao. I just wanted it to be simple. Why do I complicate it? It’s your fault @sriusxblack​ . I did this for you. And a 50 year old Johnny Depp, just for you, my love. 

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You had spent most of your night holding a piece of parchment in your hands, tears streaming down your face as you re-read the lines, over and over again. You memorized it, knew it word by word but each time you read it, it sounded just like him. You could hear his voice in your head, see his bright smile and his darkened skin. 

You pushed the letter to your chest and hugged it tightly. 

“I’m so sorry.” you mumbled, holding it for more than a moment, holding him... holding him close to your heart as you always did until the picture in you head evolved into pleasent dreams. 

---

Everybody knew that you and your best friend haven’t talked anymore. Everybody knew you had a fight with them. There were rumors spreading, saying you hexed her, saying you hit her or worse, cursed her. 

Those were all lies. 

You haven’t touched your best friend but the reputation your family held, your father held... it was hard to believe it. 

Sirius knew you were avoiding him. He didn’t understand why. Last night, you wanted to kiss him and now, you acted as if nothing happened that night. As if the two of you haven’t made a breakthrough.

He kept his eyes on you. You haven’t made one note in your notebook and your eyes- your shimmering eyes weren’t shimmering anymore. 

He heard the rumors. All of them. Even about the nasty ones people spread about him and you. 

He lowered his head, feeling guilt inside his chest cover all of his lungs. He looked back up and you kept scribbling something on the piece of parchment. 

There was a knock. 

Everybody’s heads turned to the door and professor Slughorn came in. His face was worried, concern as well. His hands waved across the air as if he wanted to say something and as he did, he stuttered: “I appologize for interruption. I’d like to speak with Miss (y/l/n).” 

Sinastra nodded and you felt something go from the bottom of your stomach and up to your throat. You swallowed it back down, gahtered your things and left the class without looking at anybody. 

Sirius’ eyes followed you carefully and as they did, like the rest of pair of eyes in the class, they caught a glimpse of headmaster Dumbledore waiting outside. 

--- 

You sat there, playing fith your fingers, drawing them up and down your palms. You didn’t dare to look up his gentle eyes but when you did, you quickly turned away.

You had nothing to hide. You didn’t. 

“Your parents have sent me a letter.” he said.

Your eyes widened.  “My parents?”

“They have resigned you as a student at Hogwarts.” he continued.

You watched him. Where was the joke? There has to be a joke, correct?

“I tried to persist on keeping you until you finish the year but they have insisted and since you are not legal in age, they have the right to do so.”

“BUT I DON’T SUPPORT THIS!” you stood up from your chair, pushing it away. “I graduate in two months!” 

“I wish I could do more. I really do, Miss (y/n).”

You watched him, sitting there, defenseless, useless and everything you felt was rage. “YOU CAN DO MORE! YOU’RE ONE OF THE BEST WIZARDS IN HISTORY!”

“As much as your compliment is appreciated, this is out of my reach.” he paused. “You can always come back to finish it when you become of age.”

“But I am of age!” 

“No. Your parents had applied you to Hogwarts a year early. You seemed to be a prodigy.”

“A PRODIGY?! I fail more test than I can count! I’m having average, even below marks in all subjects-”

“Except Arithmancy.”

“Arithmancy is different. It just makes sense to me. It doesn’t make me a prodigy.”

“It does.” he stood up, walking around his desk. “The assingment your arithmancy professor gave you two weeks ago was a complex numerical chart nobody in history could have ever solved except the creator himself, Septimus Percival Bartholomew.” 

“I don’t understand.”

“He gave you the assignment as a test and you were the only one who failed it.”

“I failed Arithmancy?” you furrowed your eyebrows. “Guess, I should have seen it coming.”

“You failed it by reconstructing the chart and finding the complex code he hid inside.” 

“Meaning?”

“You solved the Bartholomew Cypher.” he smiled. “When I told your parents, they wanted you out of school immediatelly. I do not know of their plan, Miss (Y/l/n)...” he sat on the edge of the desk, facing you. “But wizards all around the world want you.” 

Your jaw dropped but you quickly fixed it, turning around and ruffling your hair. You let out a laugh. “But I’m failing Charms!” you continued to laugh. “I’m barely passing five other subjects. I don’t-”

“Do you know your family history, (y/n)?” 

“Pureblood line, most of them were Aurors, hunters, some of them even studied in dark magic, some abroad-”

“There was an arithmanist, your great grandfather’s grandfather. Four generations.” he sat silent for a while. “Great man, gifted in Arithmancy and a close, very close friend of Barthmolomew. He had created something... something much darker than the black magic presents to be and used Bartholomew’s Cypher to lock it away.” he looked away, something much darker in his eyes- not as gentle and light as before. “Wizards all around the world want that weapon, (y/n) and you know the passcode.”

“That’s why they want me.” you sat back down, your legs giving in. “But I already solved it. They already know the passcode.”

“Bartholomew had more than one cyphers on his hands. If you solved one, you can solve them all.”

You sat there, unable to breathe and feeling uneasy of everything that was happening. “I want to graduate.” you looked up. “All I want is to graduate.” 

“You can... eventually.”

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Everybody was there to see you leave. Not because of you but because of the one person everbody was terrified of. 

Your father. 

He held your shoulder tight with his large, heavy hand. His dark features were attractive to many girls, especially the Slytherins and Ravenclaws. They looked up at him as he was a God. Some of his physique and some of his genious mind. He had a pleased smirk on his lips as he led you out of the dungeons. 

“Head high, princess.” he whispered in your ear as you closed your eyes shut and grit your teeth. 

“I don’t care if they watch. You should have let me finish it.”

He stopped, looking down at you and smiling proudly. “I knew you would figure it out sooner or later. I’m so proud of you.” he kept smiling, glancing over the lurking eyes and waving his hand in front of his face until dark, dangerous mask replaced his smile. 

“(y/N)?!” a call came from the crowd and you shut your eyes close, praying him away. “(y/n)!!!” he continued to run as your father pushed you forward, inclining to walk faster.

“Who’s-” he tried to speak but you were grasped into someone’s arms and lifted up. 

He hugged you tightly and held you close. He held your head gently, his palm resting on your hair.

Your father stood there in mortification. Who was the boy that wasn’t him?

He put you down softly, gently as if he was afraid you’d break in his arms....afraid to let you go. He cupped your head and continued to look in your eyes, brushign away all the strands that prevented him to see your face. “What’s going on? Why are you leaving?”

You put your hands on his and removed them from your face. You smiled. “You make me so happy, Sirius.” you put your hand on his cheek, keeping all the tears away. 

At the mention of his name, Sirius was thrown from your presence by your father’s force. He grabbed your wrist so tight, you felt it break underneath. His face was red, no matter the shade and his pull was strong. 

Until you were alone with him, he threw your hand away and stormed back to you. “A BLOOD TRAITOR?!” he exploded.

“We’re just friends, daddy. I swear.” 

And you never, ever used that word on him. Never, except when you were afraid for your life... if not for Sirius’ well being as well.  

He softened at the name and grit his teeth hard until you felt them creak. “Get in the carriege.” he pointed his fingers and you followed obediently, him right behind you. 

There was silence, a terrifying one. He rubbed his chin, including his stubble that was nicely styled. “Friends?” he looked at you, the same terror in his eyes as in yours. “I heard of him. Heard everything about him, now you tell me the truth, young lady or I swear on Merlin himself you won’t remember the next months. Did you sleep with him?” 

“No!” you cried and burried your head in your palms. “I didn’t because I knew you wouldn’t approve! I KNEW! I still know you would never approve of him! You control everything in my life- and- and you let me believe I was 18 of age! You let me believe-”

“It was better for you to think you are equal to all of them.” 

“I am equal no matter my age! You lied to me! About my whole life!”

“TO PROTECT YOU!!” 

“TO PROTECT ME!?!”

“Everything I do is for this family!” He roared. “Your ancestors did, everybody! Family is everything.” he softened his tone and took your hands into his, smiling appologetically. “You see, when you didn’t exceed in the subjects I was furious at the embarassment but honey, when I found out about you exceeding in only arithmancy, I was extremely proud to be your father. You inherited a gift. Your great, great, great grandfather’s gift. You unlocked his chamber. You made your ancestors proud.” 

“But-”

“No buts. You don’t need this school. You’re going to Durmstrang for another year and you’re going to exceed in every subject there.” he leaned back as you continued to watch him in perplexion. “You want to know why? Becuase now I know that dark magic is in you and you-” he poked your chest. “You’re becoming the pride of the family, that last piece we’ve all been waiting for.” 

[milasartblog]

Brother's little concern

Everyone has their daily routine that seemed like well organized and it will be like this every time. While humans tend to change their schedule due to different obstacles more often, angels are mostly stick to their routines and almost don't change it. Same for archangels, like Raphael, one of the great captains of angel soldiers. Despite him having a family, he always tries to spend some time for training, even made a schedule for it. Some time for family, and some time for training. His precious wife, Rachel, learnt his daily routine in a short period of time, so much that even little changes could be a signal for her that something happened. Just like today. She was in the kitchen, cooking lunch for a family. Arthur meanwhile was teaching Saya how to walk, a task that was more difficult than he expected.

Arthur: You're doing great, sister. Step by step.

Saya made happy noises as she held her borther's hands while trying to walk. It looked clumsy and funny, but Arthur didn't plan to give up. Rachel looked at the clock and then at the door.

Rachel: I wonder what made him stay at the training room for that long time. Hope nothing serious. Knowing how some angels react to Michael's choice, and still can't let it go, they probably disturb my husband again. Plus, sir Gabriel seems like not himself......

She looked down, but quickly looked at her children after hearing a noise of someone falling on the floor. It was Saya, who got stumbled and lost a balance. Arthur prepared just in case if she was about to cry, but surprisingly, it wasn't the case and he sighed with relief. Saya only giggled happily, clapping her tiny hands as Rachel smiled. Suddenly they heard a familiar knock on the door. Rachel could recognize it anywhere. As she went to open the door, Arthur, picking up Saya and carrying her, followed her to greet their father.

Rachel: Hello, honey. Welcome back home.

Raphael: Hey, dear. Thank you. Sorry, I got too distracted by training that almost forgot about time.

They hugged each other as Raphael looked into Rachel's eyes.

Rachel: It's okay, I just thought that something seriously happened.

Arthur: Hi, father!

Raphael: Oh, hello, my brave knight and precious princess!

With smile he hugged his children as picked them up. Saya held her father tightly as Raphael nuzzled his children's noses.

Arthur: How did the training go?

Raphael: Same as usual, just a bit longer.

Arthur: Why?

Raphael: I...needed to fix the targets. Someone forgot to do it after training.

Arthur: But are angels supposed to do it? Why not use new ones?

Raphael: In order to not waste too much materials.

Arthur: Oh, okay.

As they were talking about today, they walked to the kitchen. Despite the bright smile Raphael gave to his children, Rachel felt that something disturbed her husband. When he put children back to the ground, everyone began to set the table for lunch. What can be good than a warm rich soup after training. During lunch time, Arthur told his father about his little success of teaching Saya how to walk. Raphael smiled and patted his son's head, saying that he did a great job. After lunch time, children went to their room to play while Raphael and Rachel stayed in the kitchen, washing and drying dishes.

Rachel: Is something wrong, dear?

Raphael: What are you talking about?

Rachel: You came back home later than usual, so I thought that maybe some angels disturbed you again with that question.

Raphael: Oh, no no, it didn't happen, fortunately. I let them know that if it was my brother's choice, so be it.

Rachel: I mean, I was so stunned too when I heard about it, but with time I accepted it.

Raphael: Because you're wise and beautiful woman.

He kissed gently her cheek as she smiled.

Rachel: And you're smart and handsome man.

Raphael: Thank you, dear. The thing is...I noticed the weird behavior of Gabriel.

Rachel: Really?

Raphael: Yeah. He spends more time with Michael. Don't get me wrong, it's great thing. But seeing him suddenly getting interested in human culture, knowing that he would never even touch the human weird things, umm, how they call it.....

Rachel: You're worried that Gabriel plans something?

Raphael: Not sure. He usually tries to avoid such stuff.

Rachel: Maybe he just changed his view? Like Nicole did with demons.

Raphael: I wish to think so. But my heart tells me otherwise. Even if he did, it would take much time.

He looked down sadly at a plate he was holding to dry. A couple of minutes of silence accompanied the couple till Rachel spoke with a sigh.

Rachel: You worry that Gabriel is not like you used to know, right?

Raphael: Yeah....kinda. I mean, what could possibly made him be like this.

He dried the plate he held and put it back on its place.

Rachel: He is still your brother, honey. Same strict archangel we know. Even if something really changes in him, I'm sure that his strictness won't disappear. After all, he is one of the law abiding angel we know. Archangel we know and love.

Raphael: Yeah, I know....

They finished with the last plate as Raphael thought for a moment. Rachel knew that look and suggested him a solution, putting her hand on hid shoulder.

Rachel: If you feel like to talk with him now, it's okay. Then your concern will go away.

Raphael: Not now, dear. He is doing his duty.

Rachel: Maybe after it? Talk like brothers do.

Raphael: ...Yeah, you're right. Still, in my plans there was a paragraph "Spend time with family". And I tried my best not to miss it.

He nuzzled Rachel's nose with gentle smile as Rachel smiled too and nuzzled him back.

Rachel: Okay, if you say so. Just remember that he is still your brother no matter what. Like Michael.

Raphael: You're right, honey. It's just, I always feel like something is odd and it needs to be solved.

Rachel: You just didn't get used to sudden changes in Heaven. Well, me too, but Nicole taught me once to accept changes slowly and surely.

Raphael: Yeah, she is professional at it. Well, shall we go and check our children?

Rachel: Sure.

With the smile they finished with dishes and went to children's room where Arthur was drawing while Saya was watching him doing it. They noticed that parents came to their room as he tried to cover his drawing, saying that it's a surprise. Parents giggled kindly as they appologized for disturbing the artist and asked if it's okay to enter. Arthur thought for a moment and agreed under the condition of them not peeping. With such agreement, the rest of the time they spent together, like what most of the families do.

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And that's another story for our universe^^ And the first one in this year XD Maybe not super possitive or so, but I felt a need to give some attention to this family too X) Hope you will like it^^

Raphael, Rachel, Arthur and Saya belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Okaria et Feria belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

[huearmy]

Clumsy

This is Soulmate Series. I’ll be doing one for each member.

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Summary: Of all the possible ways in which your connection with your soulmate could’ve manifests, such as birthmarks or dreams, you and your person share physical pain. It would be enough for the two of you to want to get to know each other soon, the problem is that you are the most clumsy person Hoseok doesn't know yet, and all he wants is to find you and protect you from the world.

Pairing: Soulmate!au Hoseok x Reader.

Genre: Fluff, ANGST

Words:  5781

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: I dont really know if this is a warning or not but the is description of pain and injury, some of them are kind of... bad. Sorry.

Hoseok have a really clumsy soulmate. It had been two years since he started feeling your pain as if it is his.

He didn't found you yet, and the suffering of feeling under his skin your auto destructive nature increase his frustration.

You cut your fingers a lot, sometimes with paper others with knives while cooking, or with scissors doing some manual work - he can say the difference by now. You sprained your right ankle twice in eight months, and definitely have a cat that scratch you once in awhile. It's amazing how you get to know a person just because of the way they get hurt on a daily basis Hoseok can handle with your constant banging on furniture and doors, new bruises on hips, knees, elbows, and ankles almost every day. What he can't handle is when you do waxing. Like, don't you know that he will feel it too? Or don't you care? Can't you just shave for his sake? That fucking pain in his legs, under his arms and groin hurts to death. He never know when it is about do come, because apparently you are a person with a flexible routine and do these things when you have free time, he assumes, so sometimes he is having a normal conversation and suddenly he screams - and not the type of Hoeeok's screams that everyone is used to. Are screams of terrible pain and despair, that fill his eyes with painful tears.

Not to mention his horrible period cramps - Hoseok prefers not to think about it.

But he knows that you might suffer because of him sometimes too. For example when anxiety takes over him and his stomach aches and he can't breathe and his chest burns... besides the pain you must feel sad too. Or when he's tired from dancing,  arms and legs too sore to move, you wouldn't be able to walk neither.

Even if sometimes it looks horrible not knowing you, feeling pain instead, he would always picture your face in bed time. He would stare the ceiling and fantasy with the color of your eyes and the sound of your voice, each time building a different face that can't satisfied him. Just you in reality will be enough.

Hoseok has always been a romantic person, who likes to be in a relationship, to walk hand in hand in cute dates, and have someone to call his own. Since the first time he felt you hitting a little toe on the corner of a piece of furniture, though, he was never able to take an interest in anyone again. No girl, however incredible and beautiful, was enough to fill the void in him. Feeling you being stupidly clumsy started to be more exciting than flirting with someone he was actually seeing in front of him. He missed you so much without even knowing you.

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"Hyung, you want go eat with us?" Jimin's head apers in the door ajar, bringing Hoseok from his wondering.

"Sure" Hoseok smiled back, dead hungry, already standing from his desk. "Let's eat! Let's eat!" He sang with sound effects. "Oh" Before he could reach his friend he stumbled on nothing, a sharp pain in his big toe making presence.

"What was that, hyung?" Jimin laughed.

Looking confused to the floor, Hoseok giggled.

"She must be in a hurry." He stated, feeling that he is right.

"Oh." Jimin said surprised, although he's already used to Hoseok talking about you like that.. "You already know her this well?"

Hoseok laughed.

"Kind of. She is always tripping around..."

Hoseok let out a sigh. He needs to find you and protect you from the world, because apparently you can't to do it by yourself, and even if he doesn't know your face yet, or your voice... He loves you. And you are so damn clumsy! Every time you trip, beats your head into something or get sick he have a heart attack. Hobi just want to take care of you... He loves you.

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You are a really clumsy girl. Sometimes you just don't know how you still alive, or with all limbs in place. Like, when you were six you got the prowess of knocking over a bookshelf on top of yourself, and luckily only lost a milk tooth. When you were nine you fell three flights of stairs because you was looking at a plane trough the window, resulting in a whole week in hospital, during holidays. Seventeen was your age when you give up of collective sports, after breaking a girl's nose in a volleyball match by accident - and she was your team mate. You never learned how to drive for the world's sake and most of the time you order take out instead cooking.

You hate yourself for being so clumsy. You always did. Because is awkward and tiresome... And you are so ashamed sometimes, like when you dropped ice cream on your high school crush. But now you are also guilty. Two years ago when you first felt your soulmate pain - a slap in the butt, and for some reason it always happens - you knew he would suffer because of you. You swear that you try to be careful, but it's not enough. So you feel guilty. You feel you don't deserve your soulmate.

You need to find him. Find him to protect him from yourself. Ironically.

The day you both finally met the pain will go away.

"Y/N honey, can you help me here?" Your coworker, called you from the other room. You put the wedding rings in place to the great moment and calmly walked to her, confident in yours, not so high, high heels.

"Yes?"

Next to the window, the bride was having her make up and hair done in her white robe, and you couldn't help but get jealous. It happens in all your jobs with weddings, because all that beautiful brides found their soulmates...

Your coworker pull you to the corner, clearly annoyed.

"We have a problem." She said. This sentence can mean anything, so an alert light out in your mind.

"And it is?" You asked in concern.

"The groom's mother is allergic to roses."

Your eyes widened.

"The whole decoration is made of roses. We need to change for another flower. Right?" You said, already reaching for you phone.

"Wrong. The bride want roses. Even though her mother-in-law is having an anaphylactic attack at the moment for snooping around the church decoration she doesn't want to change. The luck is that it didn't happen during the ceremony and there is still time to fix it."

Your brain worked hard during a second - aside from the questionable selfish stance of the bride who probably already knew about such an allergy - working so many years with organizing events you already got a little used to it.

Remembering something promising you opened your instagram, looking for a florist you’ve worked with a few times.

"I know where to get really realistic artificial roses, and I can bargain a really good price if I go in person."

Your coworker smiled in adoration.

"Go get then, honey."

You demanded someone to continue your previous task over the radio, while texting the said florist with one hand. You are a clumsy girl who choose a job in which it is necessary to divide your attention between several tasks at the same time and still make everything perfect, without breaking anything and still having the chance of the client to change his mind at the last moment for you to have to solve it. And actually you are pretty good at it. Just to be sure you passed as far as possible from the ice sculpture being made in the lobby, asking for an uber and walking at the same time could be dangerous when around fragile things.

Your plan was to get enough money to open your own event company, and you're almost there, maybe in a year you could be putting the plan into action. You would love to find your soulmate already being successful like that, maybe it will help him or her not to find you so clumsy. Still, you would like more than anything to meet your soulmate soon, not in a year or more.

Every day when you left your house to work you daydream with you bumpim with a beautiful person on the busy sidewalk, or at the door of a café, probably spilling hot coffee on them, or finding them at one of the weddings you organize, being the cousin of the groom or something like that. Your relationship would begin with appologies, but it would be funny, and the future you both will have together would be bright, cute, with lots of hand in hand cute dates, and unexpected trips to the emergency room. Every time you see a bride's happy and fulfilled smile you think about it, not that you want to get married specifically, but finding your person is almost a necessity after two years of knowing that they are somewhere in the world waiting for you too.

You sat carefully in the back seat of the uber, so as not to hit your head, already counting in your budget from what you could get the money to pay the extra cost of fake flowers and programming your bargain in your head for a good value. But as much as your professional mode was turned on, you were having trouble focusing, a strange feeling in your stomach bringing you anxiety.

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At the restaurant  with the boys, filling his belly with delicious food and well-deserved doses of alcohol -  on a day off is ok to drinking early, and Taehyung is driving, not him - he still too thoughtful to fully have fun. He still thinking hard about you.

You didn't hurt yourself during the last two hours to remember him of your existence, but he just didn't forget not for a second. He even started to overthink about thinking about you so much, which isn't exactly normal, anxiety making him tense. The laughter of friends around him and the good food failing to take away from him the feeling that something was wrong. He wished he could pick his phone and call you to be sure you are ok. On the other hand, if something bad was happening to you, he would know in his own skin, so why stress so much?

All he wanted was to go home and sleep - after it took so long to arrive at the restaurant, stopping at several places before to shop and pay bills, it took most of the afternoon.

"Ah! It wasn't so! You are being mean to me, hyung..."  Jimin was whining about something Yoongi had said, making all of them laugh.

But Hoseok was still not having it. He got up from the table murmuring a 'I'm going to the bathroom', without waiting for an answer, or that they would notice at all. In the rest roo, he washed his face and made some funny faces to te mirror to relax himself.

"OK!" He excitedly said to himself, ready to get out of the bathroom and bright the world.  Hoseok almost had a heart attack as soon as he closed the bathroom door behind him, with a loud noise of a metal tray falling on the floor and glass breaking. A few meters from him, in the middle of the mess, was one of the waitresses, on her knees. Without hesitating, he stepped forward to help her. He helped her to get on her feet, searching everywhere visible if she got hurt. "Are you ok?"

"Yes sir, thanks. I'm just a little clumsy." The waitrees awkwardly smiled.

From the table, his friends watched the scene with interest, wich one of them knowing what bond of pain you two have and how awkward you seem to be, imagining that suddenly Hoseok could have finally found you, hoping that was you. But Hoseok already knew it wasn't you, the cuts on the waitress's knees didn't hurt him, he was just being polite to help, hoping that when you get hurt, you'll have someone to help you too.

Another waiter came to help, and he can go back to the table, going straight to the plate of food he had left unfinished, now feeling like eating. His six friends were staring at him in expectation. Hoseok swallowed his food and laughed flatly.

"It wasn't her." He said.

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You got that damn fake flowers in time to redecorate the whole wedding hall in time, and with a fair price. That kind of thing certainly raises your self-esteem, because damn, you are an incredible talented professional. On the way back from the florist, you had to go to the office to resolve some more bureaucratic issues, which delayed you to return to the wedding as a staff. But you can put on some makeup and perfume while you run to your uber, rigth? Yeah, just take of your shoes, and run barefoot to avoid twisting your ankle, and try not to run over anyone on the way. You almost entered the wrong car in your rush. Almost.

You texted your coworker telling her you would be there in twenty and made eye contact with the driver.

"I'll pay double if you go really fast." You said, putting on the seat belt.

The driver raised an eyebrow to you.

"Are you this late?"

"I need to attend a wedding on time." You smiled with you best puppy eyes.

He started the engine.

"Yes ma'am".

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They were already arriving home, Hoseok's mood a lot better, a little bit tipsy too. He was messing up with Jungkook and Yoongi while waiting for the elevator, the other boys stayed behind in the parking lot picking up the useless shopping bags of the day.  He was ok in changing his plan of get to bed early to more soju and beer on a karaoke night - nothing better than drunkly scream songs at the top of your lungs to a machine that gives you points for it to liven up a day that was strange.

Their dorm was a mess in less than ten minutes, smell of cheese snacks and fried chicken in the air, loud and exaggerated laughter, play order defined with rock paper and scissors. The youngers were struggling to set up the karaoke, Jin and Namjoon were giggling in they spot in the couch choosing the song for one another - expect loud screaming notes.. Hoseok went to the kitchen to put the beer on ice, but I couldn't find the cooler anywere.

He was looking in the pantry when Yoongi came after him.

"Need help?"

"I'm just not finding the cooler."

"Hmm." Yoongi leaned against the doorframe " Are you feeling better?"

"What?" Hoseok let a embarrassed laugh out.

"Stop. We all notice when you are not ok." Yoongi were serious "What happened?

Hoseok sighed.

"I felt weird the whole day. And the thing with the waintress got to me... I was anxious, but I'm ok now." He smiled "I know theres a rigth time to find my person, and I can't do much to speed this up."

Yoongi got silent for a moment.

"Aren't you afraid to find them? Not even a bit?" He asked without looking Hoseok in the eyes.

"No" Hoseok said without hesitation.

He knows Yoongi personal crisis about finding his own soulmate, how it scares and get to the insecurities of his hyung. But he don't feel this way. He already loves you too much to be afraid. Hoseok assurance didn't surprised Yoongi one bit, it actually made him smile.

"So I think a shortcut for you is to look in emergency rooms out there, at some point you’ll find them." He said.

"Oh hyung... I already thought about it, but it’s nothing romantic." Hoseok whinned reaching the cooler on the bottom shelf.

At the end Jimin chose a song for Jin and namjoon to sing together, a children's song that the two sang as if they were vocalists in a punk rock band. Teahyung slipped and fell on his butt dancing with them. Then Yoongi sang a party song like it was the most emocional and heart touching thing ever. Jungkook performed a really emocional song in a really emocional way, making most of them drunk crying. The beer was gone. Jimin and Taehyung practically serenade each other and got the lowest note of the night. When Hoseok's turn came Jin skipped the line and did a duet with him too, damn they’re lucky that the apartment is soundproofed, because the neighbors wouldn’t stand the screams.  About an hour singing the soju and the chicken were also running out, the maknae was sleeping in a corner of the sofa as if the noise did not exist, and some were already too dizzy to be jumping and dancing in the middle of the room. Hoseok was not one of those, even when it was not his turn, it was as if he suddenly had a lot of energy accumulated in his body - which can be considered strange as he is usualy a quiet drunk.

They were debating out loud what song to choose next, Hoseok with one of the microphones in his hand and a wide smile on his face when

it happened

.

For the boys who saw it from the outside, they couldn't understand what was happening. Hoseok's face contorted in pain and he fell to the floor abruptly. And there he stayed.

Inside he was in agony. In an instant he was fine and having fun, in the next everything hurt and it was impossible to breathe. His head was throbbing, as if he had been hit hard on the left side, making the world go round. His left shoulder also hurt so much that he couldn't even move his fingers - almost the same if it was broken. The skin, especially on the face, stinged like dozens of small cuts. But the worst was the burning chest, as if his lungs did not have the strength to draw air, the feeling was that he was drowning. It was like he was dying.

Jin and Yoongi were by his side in one moment, putting putting him on his back, not knowing what to do besides. They were panicked seeing their friend crying in pain on the floor when there was apparently nothing wrong with him.

"Hoseok-ah whats happening? Can you talk?" Yoongi tried with no response.

"We need to take him to the hospital." Namjoon stated.

"I'll take the car." Jin decided. "Can you guys pick him up?"

"Hyung, you are too drunk to drive." Jungkook, who woke up with the commotion, said with scared and worried eyes.

"What do you think we can do then?" Jin did not intend to shout, but he had no control over the situation.

Taehyung putted a hand on Jin shoulder. "Jimin is calling the emergency."

Infact Jimin was on his phone at the corridor, his choked voice asking for medical help.

The discussion of what to do or not, the boys obeying the emergency attendant's recommendations over the phone, the despair of the other members, the karaoke song selection menu still playing in the background ... Hoseok was not processing any of this. He just had a terrible thought. A realization that made him cry more than the physical pain he was feeling.

That was your pain. You were the one dying. He was losing you.

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Taehyung was the most sober of the group, so when the paramedics arrived, he was the one accompaning Hoseok in the ambulance -  the others called their manangers and waited to go to the hospital in aother way. He answered questions about what they drank and ate and about his hyung's medical history while the paramedic examined him in the tight space. Although he was unable to breathe or move properly, there were no physical signs of the pain he was feeling, and the information given by the youngest boy also did not help, because in fact there was nothing wrong with Hoseok's body, he he was unharmed and healthy.  

With the only sight being the ambulance's monochromatic roof and unable to breathe enough to speak, Hoseok just cried. He wanted to get up and run to find you, to save you ... even if he has no idea where you are, even without destiny he wanted to move, do something. The panic and anxiety playing with his head, making him think of a thousand possibilities of what could've happened to you. So much pain he has felt in the last two years connected to you, but nothing has been so scary. What if someone hurt you? If he had already found you, would he have been able to protect you? ... What if he never found you? Hoseok found himself hoping the pain would not go away, afraid that if the pain disappeared he would know that you are gone.

Hoseok were too devastated to hear Tae explaining about the soulmate bond of pain between you, nor the paramedic saying that then all he could do to help was a dose of morphine. He panicked even more when the medicine, injected into his bloodstream, started to take effect and his body started to go numb until he fell asleep.

Upon arrival at the hospital, a manager was already there to assist Teahyung and not leave him alone. Hoseok was referred for observation, as a 'soulmate case'. There wasn't much to do with him, so knowing the reason why he was admitted to the hospital, the nurses in the ward where Hoseok stayed decided to keep an eye on any patient with symptoms that matched his, just in case.

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It wasn't even high-speed fault or anything. In fact, when you asked the uber driver to help you get to the wedding faster, he decided to take less busy routes, without breaking any traffic laws, just taking shortcuts. And everything was going well, you would get there in time ... Until you came across a drunk driver who advanced the signal and hit the side of your car, rigth in your door. While the uber driver only had a wrist dislocation and the drunk guy had no more than a few scratches, it was a different story with you. Of course it was, otherwise it wouldn't be you.

A broken collarbone and left arm, a concussion with possible complications, and what was more frightening and you thought it was going to kill you, a broken rib piercing your left lung that filled it with fluid preventing you from breathing. You were sure you were going to die and everything you could think as you watched the firefighters taking you out of the hardware with a blurry view was '

damn my person must be freaking out now.'.

You didn't see it when you arrived at the hospital, since you were convulsing, but if you were awake you might have seen Hoseok passing by you to the oposite direction on another stretcher while you were being taken to the operating room. You spent about six hours in surgery and when they sent you to the intensive care unit, your condition was more stable, but the doctors still haven't considered you to beout oft risk. You were breathing with the help of devices and being medicated so that the clot in your head would dissolve. Visits were not allowed at first.

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Hoseok was feeling restless in his hospital room, the intravenous access to his arm, injecting serum and pain medication, was bothering him. He was numb and it was scary. The clock in the wall was showing eight in the morning. At this hour everyday, regardless of whether he is  awake and already working or sleeping until a little later, he would know you were getting out of bed to start your day, today he has no idea how you are... Or if... No. He doesn't want to think about that possibility.

A nurse came into the private room with a breakfast tray, making the mananger sleeping in the side couch to wake.

"Good morning" She said with a smile, putting th tray on Hoseok's lap. "Sir, the hospital café is open." She smiled to the mananger too, who got up and left still sleepy.

Hoseok satared to the food in front of him with a pout, not wanting to eat. The nurse took his medical record from the edge of the bed and made some notes, observing the dosage of the serum.

"How are you feeling mr.Jung? Any pain?"

"No. I'm... ok."

The nurse just nodded and writed some more in the record.

"Theres not much more we can do to help you, so untill twelve the doctor will come to discharg you."

Hoseok wasn't feeling talktive, so he nodded in silence. The nurse gave the door a suspicious look  and when she talked againg in was almost a whisper.

"We tecnically shouldn't have done that, but the other nurses and I think we found your girl."

It took him a second to understand what she meant by those words, and then he practically jumped on the bed, suddenly feeling energized. A lot of things running on Hoseok's mind. Noticing his agitation she went on talking, now with a careful look.

"This girl checked into the hospital last night, at about the same time as you, and suffered trauma that matches the pain you described you were feeling. I can't guarantee it's her ..."

"If I see her I'll know." Hoseok said with conviction, picking the tray and putting it on the side, ready to get up and go to you.

"Oh oh oh... calm down. You can't see her now, she is on ICU, no visits."

Hoseok thought he might cry in frustration.

"Please... I need to see her."

He looked so fragile and he pouted so cutely that the nurse couldn't do much besides melt and say yes to him.

"I'll talk to the head nurse and see what to do. But you have to eat everything huh." She said going to the door.

"Ok." Hoseok happily satarted to eat, and the nurse couldn't belive in the sunshine smile she was seeing in his face.

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Is not the first time you see yourself in a hospital room, everything is quite familiar to you like the antiseptic smell, white light, and some characteristic sounds like those of machines helping you to breathe. And no, it's not just because you are always hurting yourseol in dumb ways, you had to remove your appendix when you were thirteen, for example. What matters is that when you opened your eyes you already knew where you were and why, and all you could do at the moment was to press the red button on the side of the bed to call the nurse and cry with happiness for being alive.

The confusing part of it all was "Why am I in a private room?" You asked the nurse.

It was a clearly expensive private room, that you couldn't pay, if you used your savings to start your business you would have to work two years to recover the money. And why in heaven there were so many flowers in the room??? A lot of them of various diferent times of flowers. There must have a error and you were mistaken for another patient, because you don't know anyone who would give you so many flowers, much less pay a room like this to you. And even if there are balloons tied to the edge of the bed and one of them has your name written on it, nothing could convince you that you were not exchanged with somebody.

"I don,t know miss. You were transferred here yesterday morning with the bills already paid." He said without looking away from the screen beside you.

"Paid by whom?"

The nurse didn't know how to awnser you and left right after, letting you with just the tv control and still a lot of doubts and paranoia. You cell phone was destroyed in the accident, but you wanted it so badly. With it you could try to resolve this situation. The thing was wait till visiting time, it is probably your mother who comes to see you and she will know what to do.

Well, no one told you what time it would be, but waiting would do no harm. So at lunch, as other nurse were helping you to eat - since one of your hands is full of intravenous accesses and your other arm is in a sling because of the broken cravicle - a light knock on the door drew your attention to a silhouette visible through the frosted glass. The nurse besides you looked at his wristwatch and excused hermself to her feet.

Why did she look excited?

It confused you for a second, but maybe her shift was ending and the someone at the door was there to replace her, that's what you concluded. She went out and closed the door, leaving you alone.

The door opened again and a man - without nurse's uniform - entered. The nurse pratically pushed him inside. You were sure he was there to talk about the misunderstanding of the rooms, and you already had the arguments ready to apologize and try to make the situation less strange ... when you two made contact and you were speechless. And you knew.

Hoseok was so anxious to met you, the doctor didn't let him see you up close, and even if you were all intubated and swollen, through the window of the ICU, he knew you were his person. He got you a better room, and bought you flowers - all his members did too, thats why theres were so many of them, the baloons were Teahyung's idea -, and now he thinks everything was a little overhelming, making him afraid of your potential reaction.

But you just looked at him in silence, wide and watery eyes. The truth was that you were feeling so many things and your heart was so full that you couldn't form sentenses, couldn't chose what tell him first, you onl sure that your future were standing right in front of you, ans tha you already had a crush on him.

He hesitated for a moment.

"Hi." He said.

Your lips quiver lightly, and than you started crying.

"Im sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."

Hoseok didn't know if you were talking about the acident or everything else, but he didn't want you to cry for any reason. He walked at you and got a sit in the chair besides yor bed.

"Hey don't cry. I'm happy! Happy to see you!" He made a cute silly voice and smiled and you heart melted completly. "No need to cry or feel sorry, ok?"

He wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, and you both felt like electricity pass through your bodies from where they touched. You tried to lean towards him to not lose his touch, but the new angle brought a sharp pain in your shoulder, making you hiss. He went on a lot of apologies, asking if he did something wrong and if he should call the nurse. And all you could think was that you were doing it again.

"Did it hurt you??"

The voice that left your mouth was fragile and insecure. Hoseok understood and his face softened. He intertwined his little finger with yours, as he couldn't properly hold your hand.

"The moment I saw you all the pain was gone." He said, voice deep and chaming smile.

Your pale face got a new shade of red.

"God that was so cheesy!" You whined, all embarassed, if you could you would be hidding you face in your hands.

"It's true though! Do you want me to stop with cheesy things? I didn't mean it to be cheesy..." Oh my god you made him insecure, he was so nervous to talk to you, just like a teenager.

"No. Don't stop, please... I can be really lovey dovey, and I love cheesy dates and pda, and cliche displays of affection too. I live for those stuff. I literally work with it.." You tried to fix and his wild smiled made you relax.

"Good, because I draw hearts in everything." He said.

Hoseok exchanged his place in the chair for a piece of the bed beside you. He just wanted to be as close to you as he can, even if you weren't ok yet to get all the hugs he was holding back.

"But seriously. After I saw you for the first time yesterday, I didn't feel any of your pains anymore. I think it proves that you are mine."

You really startet to cry this time, it fisically hurted because of your wonds, but it was mentally and emotionally relieving. You were so happy that you didn't die and now was with Hoseok - your person, your soulmate. For so long you wondered what kind of person he would be, you imagined yourself being scold for your clumsyness, being called selfish or inconsequential for not thinking of someone else suffering with you. Of couse it was your insecurities talking. Now seeing that Hoseok is nothing but a sweetheart, you couldn't help yourself but feel even more guilt.

"Thank god... I'm so sorry for everything I put you through. "You said between light sobs.

"Hey... don't cry that I cry too." Hoseok took your face in his hands with all the care in the world, as if you were going to break if he got it wrong. "It's not your fault. And even if it is, I don't care ok? All waxing is forgiven."

Your eyes got wild and you pout.

"Sorry. I have horrible allergies to shaving, so I thought a momentary pain would be better than one that lasted for days."

Hoseok laughed.

"See, you were caring for me. And now I will care for you."

Hoseok was biting his tongue to not say that he already loves you - because he thinks it's too soon and theres no need to be hurry. Inside your head you are exactly the same. Instead of saing anything, Hoseok juts got closer and lightly kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes and sighed deeply. None of you said 'I love you' out loud, but you both understood.

Now I will care for you.

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I’ll be working on other members parts with no rigth date to post. Let me know if you liked it, so I can prioritize that.

Thankyou ~

[misstinfoilhat]

Hullo! I really love your writing, and I saw that you got a bad things happen bingo! I really love both Ed and Dazai, so I was wondering if I could request something for both of them? Maybe tied to a pole with Ed, and human shield with Dazai?? If two requests is too much, could you please do Ed? Thanks ☺️☺️❤️

Heyoo! I can do both! I have the Ed one ready now, and then I’ll do the Dazai one later! ^^ I might do some of the other stories first though--- I hope that’s okay! 

Again, this became an actual one-shot. A drabble isn’t usually 2000 words, ya know. But it was fun to write! And I’m actually really happy with the outcome!

The whole “tied to a pole” prompt was a bit unspecific to me, but here’s what I made of it:

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Roy grit his teeth, fists clenching tightly. They all knew that the court martial’s verdict was bullshit, that the Mayor of this godless town in the south-of-nowhere was out for revenge. The humiliation of having been corrected on the history of his own town in the middle of a speech was too much for his wounded ego. The fact that representatives of the military from several other districts were present at the time, had only amplified the effects.

If Edward had only kept his mouth shut. If he hadn’t been such a bratty know-it-all, then Roy and his unit would have been on the train heading back to Central right now. They wouldn’t be standing in a crowd of people, watching as their youngest teammate was fighting his restraints, hard-handedly being escorted to the flogging pole.

The masses that had gathered to observe the disciplinary action was mixed. Some whooped and laughed, pointing while cheering for the administrator, while others turned away in outrage and disgust the moment they saw Edward’s minuscule stature and automail arm. 

“It’s just a child,” a woman behind Roy gasped, and Roy lowered his head, rubbing at his eyes.

‘I know!’ he thought. 

As the guards tried to attach Edwards’s cuffs to the pole, a wave of laughter spread through the crowd. Roy snapped his attention back to the stage, where it became apparent that Edward was too short to reach. The ropes they would tie him to weren’t long enough. 

“Yeah, go figure! They’re not meant for a child!” Havoc heckled but was quickly shut up by a sharp elbow to the side from Riza. Roy sent him a venomous glare.

“Leave it,” he hissed. “This is just for show. He can handle a few lashes. If we leave here on a bad note, we will all be court-martialed once we get back to Central.” 

Havoc scoffed. “It’s such bullshit,” he muttered, relighting his cigarette.

“I agree, but our mission was to kiss some ass and make good relations. Fullmetal did the opposite of that, and now he’s facing the consequences.” The words left a foul taste in Roy’s mouth, but it was the truth. All he had asked of the vertically challenged knucklehead, was to smile and nod as they paraded him around like a show pony. 

Eventually, someone had produced a crate from somewhere, which they placed Edward on top of. The teen was fuming with embarrassment and rage.

The large crowd settled as the Mayor walked ceremoniously to the front of the stage, unrolling a scroll and cleared his throat. 

“For the crime of breaching military code, I hereby sentence Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist to one hundred lashes,” he spoke loudly. The collective horror from the audience made him pause, however.

Something heavy settled in Roy’s stomach and he felt his knees start to wobble.

“That’s too much---” Riza gawked, aghast. The moment it had been said, Roy, Havoc and Breda had all bolted towards the stage, leaving Riza, Fuery, and Falman behind. The three exchanged glances, before rushing after them.

“That is outrageous!” Roy shouted as a guard blocked his path. “He can’t weigh more than a hundred pounds!”

“A lash per pound then,” the Mayor chuckled spitefully and glanced to where Edward was still fighting his bonds.

“That amount of lashes will kill him!” Fuery chimed in soon after, out of breath. “A man should optimally only receive fifty lashes a day, but a child his size---”

“Preposterous!”

“Barbarians!”

The crowd roared in outrage.

“-would likely not withstand more than twenty, maybe thirty---” Fuery was stopped by a hand covering his mouth. He glared back at Falman.

“Yes. As he said, twenty,” Falman inquired vigorously. 

The Mayor’s eyes hovered over the audience, furious fists being thrown in the air and voices pleading for mercy for the child. Only a few people still laughed, calling Edward a wimp, a crybaby, and other downgrading names.

Eventually, the Mayor rolled his eyes obviously and strolled back to the centerstage. He cleared his throat in an overexaggerating matter.

“On account of the kindness in my heart, I will relent to your appeal. I will change the sentence to---” he paused for dramatic effect, bathing in the sea of anticipation as all eyes were directed at him. “-forty lashes!”

“That’s still too much!” Havoc directed at Roy, eyes begging for him to do something. But all Roy could do was to shrug and shake his head gloomily.

“There’s nothing I can do. We need to be aligned with this asshole, no matter how much of a self-absorbed jerk he is.”

Havoc still argued. “But Furey said twenty lashes, and he raised it back to forty!”

“If we don’t accept this more ‘reasonable’ punishment, I’m afraid they might go back to a hundred and I’ll have to blow the tops off their heads off,” Riza joined in, hand resting instinctively by her holster. 

Their discussion was cut short at the sound of leather singing through the air, followed by the sickening noise of it smacking across flesh. The muffled groan Edward bit back made them all turn. 

The already scarred back had a glowing, red welt across the shoulder blades, and Edwards’s hands grasped at the ropes binding him to the pole as they shook by the effort of holding him up on his tippy toes. The thin scar tissue around his shoulder port was already bloodied.

Again, the flogger danced as the guard raised his hand anew and brought the spiked tip back across the feeble spine. The Mayor counted loudly as each stroke was delivered.

The seventh lash broke Edward’s skin. Crimson red merging with perspiration, running down his back and leaving small puddles of blood around his feet. As the punishment went on, his flesh broke more and more. On the seventeenth blow, the tip of the whip lodged itself underneath the plating of his automail arm.

As it was forced back out, the metal plating visibly shifted, grinding into Edward’s bones. That was the first time Edward broke his stubborn silence and let an agonizing cry cut through him. He threw his head back, revealing that he had bit his bottom lip bloody and cursed at them loudly. His body was spasming, if it was because of the flogging or the automail was hard to tell, but it was heartwrenching to witness nevertheless.

When the twentieth hit was dealt, the crowd had gone silent. A few had left, and Riza had her back turned, unable to take it any longer. She assessed her superior’s face solemnly. Roy’s eyes were dangerously narrow, and his jaw was set tight, telling her that he struggled to compose himself.

Edward had gone completely quiet behind her. The only sound that cut through the grave silence was the swishing of the whip and faint occasional moans.

As the Mayor got ready to declare the thirty-first lash, a brisk baritone voice spoke up.

“That’s enough!”

The man giving the lashes paused for a moment and looked questioningly at his superior. The Mayor glared at Roy for a moment.

“I will stop this now, if your unruly subordinate offer me a formal appology,” he smirked boastfully. 

Roy took a step forward and Riza had to keep herself from instinctively grabbing at his arm.

“With all due respect,” Roy bit, with evident sarcasm bleeding through his words, “even if he had been conscious to offer you his apologies, I would refuse to let him after your reckless, thoughtless behavior. A teenager wounding your ego is not punishable by death, nor near death. If it was, I swear Fullmetal would be administered floggings daily by myself!” Roy’s voice rose slightly, even if he was now standing only a few feet away from the podium, glaring up at the pompous man.

The Mayor assessed him lazily, arms crossed and nose raised. 

“I- I can take it,” came weakly from behind him. Simultaneously, Roy and the Mayor’s heads snapped towards the fragile voice.

Quivering feet were trying to get purchase on the wooden crate, the exhausted body swayed limblessly back and forth as he failed to keep his balance. The bright fresh blood still seeped through the several ugly lacerations crisscrossing over his sunkissed back at an alarming rate. 

“Fullmetal---” Roy disputed softly, but Edward shook his head.

“No! I can take it!” a newly found strength reached his tone. “I’m not some scrawny kid! If I can do an adult’s work, I can take an adult’s punishment!”

Edward had to pause as a few painful coughs wrecked through his weary form, robbing him of his newfound energy. A raspy intake followed, before he was ready to speak again. 

“So, just do it,” he croaked, barely above a whisper. “Give me forty, fifty, a hundred. I don’t care. Just get it over with so I can be done with this piece of shit job and go back home to my brother.” 

With a defiant stubbornness, Roy kept his stance with folded arms and looked venomously at the Mayor as he signaled for the punishment to continue. It proceeded with absolute silence, an uncomfortable aura spreading over the onlookers. Accusing and disapproving stares were cast at the man who had administered each lash. Edward had eventually given up on keeping his feet under him and hung motionlessly from the ties as the last lash hit him. 

The relieved sigh as the Mayor declared the fortieth blow was elevating. Low murmurs and quiet conversations filled the streets as the crowd thinned, and people got on with their lives, undoubtedly discussing whether or not they would want to keep such a heartless Mayor in the upcoming election.

The administrator reached to untie Edward’s wrist, but Roy skipped up on stage and demanded to do it.

Gingerly, he undid the first knot, carefully placing his arm under Edward’s to keep him from falling. Edward hissed from the contact, and Roy apologized bashfully. As he unraveled the second not, he let Ed slide down and rest on his lap.

Roy held him tightly, supporting his back with one arm while brushing strands of hair away from his face with the other. Golden half-lidded eyes peered tiredly up at him.

“I’m sorry,” Edward muttered weakly, shamefully scrunching his eyebrows together. Roy mimicked the expression in confusion.

“What? What do you have to be sorry about? You took your punishment like a champ!”

“I ruined the job,” Edward uttered quietly, straining to keep his torn bottom lip from wobbling. “They’re not gonna be our allies after this, all because I couldn’t keep my stupid mouth shut.”

The surprised scoff that tore its way through Roy’s throat startled them both. Roy’s hand kept brushing through the unruly mop of golden locks affectionately.

“He was an asshole anyway, Fullmetal. There’s no way anyone will elect him for another term after this display. Maybe a potential new Mayor was in the crowd today, watching as you took this unfair punishment with your head held high. If anything, you’ve might increase our chances of aligning with them.”

Those large, brilliant eyes widened as he looked up on him, making Roy smile fondly.

“You really think so?” Ed asked in awe, gripping at Roy’s sleeve to make him stop petting his head.

The colonel chuckled lowly, shifting a little, signaling that he was getting ready to get up.

“Yeah, I do,” he confirmed as he finally lifted Ed off the ground. Edward winched, and his grip on the older man’s sleeve grew tighter. They passed the Mayor without a word. 

A few feet away, the rest of their unit stood. Havoc was holding Ed’s red coat and delicately placed it over Edward’s trembling form as they turned to leave.

“You made me really proud today, d’you know that?” Roy murmured silently.

“Really?” a hoarse croak answered from the bundle in his arms.

“Yeah, really.”