#I hope u guys like my joke (I haven’t slept well in two weeks)

[bodega-catto]

Bottomed so hard he uked

#jjk #gojo satoru #satosugu #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #sugusato #gego #babe what are you even sayin #I hope u guys like my joke (I haven’t slept well in two weeks) #ok but guyyyyyyssss guyyyyssss look at him he’s so yaoi uke uwu junjo romantica

[topperscumslut]

situationships be like im dissociating on ur couch at 7am and i haven’t slept meanwhile ur sleeping peacefully in ur bed in the other room. i’ll always be in love with u no matter how far away you move and how long it’s been since i’ve touched you. your lips are my favorite thing in this world. you’re my best friend and we’re just friends but then why were we cuddling and making out all night. u refuse to kiss me or touch me first bcuz u love me too much to lead me on or hurt me so i swear ur not leading me on or hurting me even tho that’s exactly what ur doing. i’ve written three full songs about you and dozens of other random scattered lyrics in my notes app. i love showing you my favorite movies. it’s my ex’s birthday but i’m here with u, the guy i told him not to worry about. ur all my therapist and mother and groupchat and diary and our other coworkers ever hear about. no one’s ever loved me like this before. what are we? i cried in front of you for the first time tonight. we said “i love you” for the first time tonight and i’m not sure if we meant as friends or more. i’m sleeping in ur hoodie. i’m a little tipsy and ur all i can think about. ur moving in two months and i will never miss anyone more. i’ll love u til my dying breath. i love how ur stubble feels on my face when we kiss. i miss the tiny bruises u left on my thighs when u pulled my body into urs. u still give me butterflies. i have a photo album of memes to send u. we’re each other’s #1 best friend on snapchat. ur why i always have a bottle of pheromone perfume on hand. casual by chappell roan is on repeat. i want to take you to the cemetery where i write all my songs about u. i’ve only ever taken one other person there before. u own my whole heart. the sun is coming up thru ur blinds and i still can’t sleep. my heart hurts. will u come with me when i get my ribcage tattoo? u look like my celebrity crush did in the 90s. i’m wearing ur favorite cow print hat while i write this. i eat every bite of food u make me when we close together even if i’m not hungry. we’re like the same person but also polar opposites. i think i knew u in another life in this same little town. we ruled this whole fucking city together. i think you’re my twin flame. i swear ur eyes look like the most beautiful eclipse i’ve ever seen whenever you look at me cuz ur pupils dilate so much. i can see how much u love me in ur eyes. i wanna cuddle u while we fall asleep but u say that’s too far. i told u some of my deepest secrets my second or third time ever meeting u. no one has ever gotten me off that fast. i wrote my first ever love song about you. i miss the way things were last christmas. i love hugging u in the parking lot at 3am. every song on superache reminds me of u (well besides family line). every song pete wentz wrote about mikey way reminds me of u. every song dodie wrote about jon cozart reminds me of u. tuesday is my favorite day of the week bcuz of u. i see us in every romance movie. i wanna get matching tattoos of our first inside joke of many. when will u want me to leave ur place tomorrow, well technically today? my therapist is in for an earful. the sky is the color of ur eyes. i love opals now bcuz they’re ur birthstone and they remind me of ur eyes. i love ur eyes. baby blue has replaced pink as my favorite color. i cried for two days straight when u accidentally unadded me on snapchat and then laughed my ass off with you when you apologized and told me it was a misclick. i hope ur 23rd birthday was ur favorite. i’ve never felt this way before. i’ll never look at the color crimson the same. we have the exact same myers briggs and enneagram type. my favorite memory is smoking a joint with you on ur back porch in my oversized ghostface tee from spencer’s, or maybe u going down on me. i would follow u to the west coast. what if we made a pact to marry each other if we’re both still single by the time i’m 30 haha just kidding. how do you feel about me? everything is so fucking bittersweet.

we’ll love each other til the earth stops spinning and the sun explodes. honestly? i think we could survive even that.

#situationship

[corpsedaydream]

paint wars part 2

OKAY HERE IT IS! PART TWO TO PAINT WARS

if u haven’t read part one, i’ll link it right here

word count: 3k (yikes it’s a long one)

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paint wars part 2

Things had been rough lately.

Real fucking rough.

You missed Corpse so much. You hadn’t spoken to each other since that fight at his apartment and that was fifty-four days ago now, almost two thirds of a season you’d been without him.

“I miss you.” You spoke aloud into the emptiness of your apartment, noting that the time on your phone now said 12:01am. It was officially now day fifty-five without speaking to him.

You swiped away all your notifications on your lock screen, ignoring everything and everyone that was trying to reach you right now so you could look at the person who was ignoring you. You wanted to look at the photo that was still your wallpaper. That first photo you’d ever taken together.

You went to change it on day thirty-eight of not speaking. On night thirty-seven of not speaking you’d gone out with your friends, they’d finally convinced you after a whole month of trying and you got absolutely wasted. So of course you’d called Corpse. But he didn’t answer, not any of the fifteen times you’d called. So that next morning, when you woke up hungover and saw that same lock screen photo and not one response from him, you told yourself you were going to change it. You tried to tell yourself you were angry, but it was just a coping mechanism to ignore the hurt that had been tunnelling through your heart since being without him. You spent an hour scouring tumblr and twitter for some aesthetically pleasing lock screen, but you didn’t save a single one. Nothing could compare to that photo of you and Corpse.

You then started to wonder if he’d listened to any of the voicemails you’d left the night before. You couldn’t remember them exactly, but you knew you definitely left four of them and how badly you wanted to know if the curiosity became too much to bear and he’d listened to them.

And he had.

On night thirty-seven, while you were out drinking, Corpse was in a deep sleep. He hadn’t been sleeping a whole lot lately, so finally, he’d crashed hard that night and slept through the calls you’d made to him. But even though he wasn’t aware of the calls in his sleeping state, you were still present in his dreamland. Every adventure his brain took him on was with you, maybe it was something that kept him asleep, the fact that you were right there in this fantasy. You were talking to him again, he could see your smile, hear your laugh, reach out and grab your hand, he could kiss you again. It was happiness. But then he woke up and he went to reach out for you in his bed, still caught up in the false wonder his dreams had provided him, only to find it was just him and reality slapped him fully awake. You weren’t there with him. You hadn’t been for a number of weeks. He missed you.

On day thirty-eight, when he spotted the missed calls from you on his phone, he cursed himself for being asleep and missing it. But would he had answered had he been awake? He wasn’t sure. So instead, he heard you speak to him for the first time in so long, even if it was through a voicemail you had left in the space of him not answering your calls.

“Oh, fuck- oh my god.”

That was it. That was the first voicemail, there was a lot of background noise but he had heard you so clearly. In your drunken state, you didn’t know what to say, so that’s what you had left with him, until you called back and left another.

"Hi.” You started it simple. He had the phone clutched so tightly in his hand, the device pressed so firmly against his ear, he didn’t want to miss a word. “I- I don’know what to say.” He noticed the slight slur to your words then, you were drunk when you had called. “I’m’a just go.”

You hung up again, but alas, there was another.

“Can I just ask... are you ignoring me?” Your voice was so meek, his chest hurt at the sound of it. He almost went to say no, but this was a one sided conversation, he’d missed the opportunity. “I miss you.” You hung up again, and he had to stop himself from replaying it over and over again to hear you say that you missed him.

But there was one last voice mail.

“I should stop calling, huh?” You sighed and he could picture you with a sad pout, your eyes all droopy with a mix emotion and alcohol. “But, I just want’a talk to you.” You confessed, then he heard another voice call your name in the background before they spoke to you and he listened. “(Y/N)! Here you are, what are you doing? That guys wondering where you are, he’s fucking hot-”

Corpse hung up then, he didn’t want to hear anymore. Jealousy was surging through him as the unwanted images of you with someone else plagued his mind and he threw his phone across his room. Wishing he hadn’t of started listening to those fucking voicemails.

What he didn’t know, though, is how the rest of that last voicemail went.

“I really don’t care.” You’d told your friend at the mention of the guy. Yeah, he was attractive and he was buying you drinks, but you wanted no one except Corpse. “Give me a sec.” You’d told your friend before walking away again, bringing your phone back to your ear to talk to the only person you wanted to talk to right now, even if he wasn’t on the other end of that call. “I hope you didn’t hear that, but if you did, don’t worry it. I’m g’na go home now.” You sighed and looked up at the night sky, there was no shooting star, or really any stars at all because of the light pollution from where you currently were, but you were still wishing that by some magic happenstance, Corpse would pick up his phone and speak to you again. “I wish I was going to yours.”

On day thirty-nine you cried so hard. You thought you had made it past this violently sobbing stage, this was exact state you’d cried yourself to sleep to each night for the first few weeks. Your heart was in so much pain, it was torn apart and you swore only one person had the power to stitch it back together, but he wasn’t there. You hadn’t heard a single thing from him. Were you two still together? Had you broken up? You weren’t even sure. But on day thirty-nine you cried that hard again because Corpse hadn’t responded at all to your calls or voicemails, so you convinced yourself he truly wanted nothing to do with you.

You’d been avoiding searching his name on social media, knowing it would send you into a spiral and you’d overthink every little thing but on day forty-two you’d noticed on twitter that he was playing games live. He wasn’t live himself, but you watched someone’s stream just to hear him again. You cried again doing this, because he was being exceptionally quiet, he wasn’t his normal self, he barely laughed once.

You wished you hadn’t clicked on it. The guilt you felt was already immense, but hearing him so not like himself made you feel even worse for causing all of this. You stopped watching, you couldn’t bear it. You knew you were to blame for all of this, you pushed him too far, you couldn’t believe how stupidly you had acted, you knew better and you did it anyway. The self attacking thoughts kept swirling your mind until you gave yourself a headache.

On day fifty-six of still not talking to each other, you ventured out to the beach with just your best friend. She’d been there for you a lot lately, she also felt bad about that night, but you tried to assured her it was your own fault. She didn’t know Corpse like you did, she didn’t know him at all, that’s why you felt to blame for not stopping the idea before it was too late.

“You should put sunscreen on.” Your best friend told you. You were laying on your towel in the direct sun, enjoying the warmth blasting into your skin, you hadn’t been to the beach in such a long time.

“Yeah.” You answered her, but you knew you weren’t going to. Another time, you would have, you knew the familiar sting of sunburn well and you normally put it on to look after your skin, but you hadn’t really been taking care of yourself too well lately, you just didn’t care enough.

On night fifty-six, you stood in front of your bathroom mirror looking over your body. You’d spent a lot longer at the beach than you realised and now you were burnt so badly and as red as a tomato. “Fuck.” You said out loud, turning and looking over your shoulder to inspect your back, it was just as red. You should’ve worn sunscreen. You left your bathroom to go find your aloe vera plant, only to find that it was dead. “Fuck!” You repeated, the one hope you had to help heal your skin even slightly quickly vanishing. “Oh, fuck. What am I going to do?”

That’s how you found yourself heading towards a 24 hour store to purchase whatever aloe vera cream or gel you could find, you knew it wouldn’t be as good as the plant itself, but you needed something. It was late and you were anxious as you neared the shop, you knew about this place from Corpse, he would often go there at odd hours to get whatever he needed. It was close to his place and you hadn’t driven around this area since that disaster of a night.

You squinted your eyes as you walked in and the harsh fluorescent lights pierced into your eyes after walking in from the night time. You were walking quickly and you told yourself it was because you were embarrassed about your skin being so burnt and you didn’t want anyone to see you like this, but it was really because you were so anxious over the thought of who you could potentially run into in this shop. Your swift steps brought you to the skin care isle and you let your eyes scan the shelves for the aloe vera you so desperately sought out.

“(Y/N)?”

You froze completely and you swore you even felt your heart stop beating. Hearing his voice speak your name again felt like lighting had struck right through you. This couldn’t be real, this had to be your imagination playing some sort of sick joke on you. Slowly, you turned towards the direction his voice had come from and sure enough, there he was. Dressed in all black, a beanie on his head and a mask over the bottom half of his face, your eyes locked with his. There was a pull in your chest, your heart had heard him, too and it wanted so badly to be with him, to be healed by him. You had thought up this scenario a million times over these past fifty-six days, of what would happen had you and him had a run in like this and in every single one you had so much to say, but right now, you were speechless.

Before you had a chance to even try to say anything if you managed to stop being stuck in silence, Corpse spoke again.

“Fucking hell,” He neared you and you sucked in a quick breath at his sudden movement. “Look how burnt you are.” You were wearing tights and an oversized hoodie, so your entire body was covered, but your face was just as burnt and clearly he had noticed. 

This was another aspect that didn’t fit into your scenarios you’d thought up about this moment. You’d imagined you would’ve look amazing. But instead of looking like some beautiful mermaid, you were the same colour as Ariel’s hair from The Little Mermaid. “I know, don’t look at me.” You huffed and dropped your head down, letting your beach waved hair fall around your face.

“You didn’t wear sunscreen?”

“Obviously not.”

“That was silly.”

“I know.”

“Are you sore?”

“Yeah.” It felt so natural to have this back and forth with him. It was brief, but it was enough for your heart to kick back into gear and speed up.

He stayed silent for a prolonged moment so you looked back to his face and his eyes were on your face but it was his turn to glance away then and you took the opportunity to really soak in his side profile. You’d even missed just being able to look at him. 

“Why are you here?” He asked you.

“I need aloe vera and I knew this place would be open.”

“You’re not using your plant?” Butterflies fluttered inside of you that he remembered a simple mundane fact that you preferred the healing touch of the actual plant for sunburn as opposed to what was bought at a store in a bottle.

“It died.”

Corpse suddenly looked back to you and much to your surprise, he laughed.

“Why are you laughing?!”

“How do you kill a succulent?”

“You know I’m not good at gardening and shit like that.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d be able to kill a succulent.” He laughed harder and you started to smile, he was teasing you but it felt so right. And hearing his laughter filled you with a warmth you’d been missing.

“Shut up.” You told him, but you were beginning to laugh too. “It’s hard to keep plants alive.”

“(Y/N), succulents are pretty much impossible to kill.”

“Okay, I get it, I didn’t purposely murder my aloe vera plant.”

“Oh, baby.” The pet name slipped so easily from his lips but it caught you both off guard, so the both of you stopped laughing and your postures stiffened.

Briefly, your eyes met but each of you darted your vision elsewhere. However, neither of you made no effort to move away from one another.

“Sorry.” Corpse said softly.

“It’s okay.” And it was, so okay. You wanted to tell him that hearing him call you baby was all you’d been wanting to hear again over these almost fifty-seven days without him. “I should really get this aloe vera gel on me, though.” You really didn’t want to leave him, but you couldn’t stand in this store forever.

“Are you sunburnt all over?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You sighed

And just as instinctively as the pet name had slipped out, his hands started to move towards the sleeve of your jumper. But he stopped himself when you flinched slightly and he quickly realised what he was doing. “Sorry, can I see?”

“I mean, you can, but I don’t want you to do it because it does really fucking hurt. That’s why I jumped, not because I don’t want you to touch me.” You answered him quickly. “I do want you to touch me- wait, I mean, no.” If your face wasn’t already red from the sunburn, it would have become red then from the blush you could feel forming. And if your skin wasn’t in pain you would have facepalmed yourself. “Sorry.” You apologised then.

“It’s okay.”

Shaking your head, you began to gently slide the sleeve of your big hoodie up.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” Corpse cursed, concern filling him as your skin was practically glowing from the burn it had copped. “You can’t do that to yourself.”

“I know.”

“How long were you at the beach?”

“All day pretty much.”

“You’re that burnt all over?”

“Yeah, I mean, some spots are worse. I think my back and shoulders are probably the worst. They hurt the most.”

He moved to step around you then, disappearing out of your sight as he was now standing behind you. “Can I?”

“Yeah, just be careful.”

And he made sure to keep his movements cautious, he decided on looking from the top, his hands grabbing the neck on the back of your hoodie to pull it back ever so gently so he could inspect. His eyes widened in a combination horror, worry and sympathy. He’d seen you get sunburnt before, but never to this extent. “Oh my fucking god.” The contrast between where the strap of your togs sat over your shoulder, blocking a sliver of your skin from the sun to keep it its natural colour versus the red that was brought from the burn was insane. “It looks like someone has painted you.”

“I mean, I guess the sun did. Just in a really painful way.”

“You’re not planning on going to the beach anytime soon, right?” Corpse carefully released your hoodie then and stepped in front of you once more. Distress was so present on his face, despite most of it being covered. He was so worried about you in this moment.

“Definitely not. The only thing I’m planning on is not going outside in any sunlight until my skin is healed.”

“Living like me.”

“Guess so.”

“My aloe vera plant is alive.” He stated.

“Wow, you’re really just going to flex that right now? Trying to kick me while I’m down.” You joked back, assuming he was teasing you.

“No, I mean...” He trailed off, his eyes struggling to stay on yours as he continued. “You could come over and use it, I know you like the real stuff better and I could help do your back, or wherever you can’t reach.” He was nervous, but he really didn’t have to be.

You could feel it happening, your heart beginning to heal.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Do you want to?”

“Yeah.”

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse x reader #corpse husband fanfiction #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband x reader #writing #mine

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: So Close Yet So Far Away

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay 'Lady' Ray

Warnings: Language, talk of sex, throwback to sex, Pope is a crude asshole. Yearnnniinnngggg.

Summary: Lady and Pope get into an argument and Frankie sorts her out. Cue some elite level yearning.

A/N: HAHAHA I wasn't even meant to write this today but I woke up with this on my mind and I just had to because they're my BABIES. This is an instalment in the Frankie x Lady series and takes place back when Lady was in Frankie's squad, before they were an item.

Jay should have known better than to ask about everyone’s weekend. She just wanted to make small talk while they got prepped for a field exercise. She wasn’t ready to hear about their night out on Saturday, how Santi, Frankie, and Benny all scored some willing chicks, Will only missing out because he had a girlfriend, not because he didn’t pull.

All the while Jay was stuck with her family, listening to her mother go on about how she was too good for the army, she should leave while she was still alive, get a normal job, marry, have kids… She could have been out with the guys, maybe get lucky herself and if not, at least have a fun night. Get drunk instead of sad.

And now she finds herself listening to Santi talk about his one night stand, not giving Benny a chance to talk about his, while Frankie, quite characteristically, clammed up about personal stuff.

“Nutted her so fucking hard and all she did was beg for more,” Santi brags, “best fuck I had in ages…”

Jay’s been in the military since she was 18. She knows how soldiers talk, she’s heard it all, she’s participated in the crude joking, she’s not put off by it. But on this Monday morning, while the squad is assembling their equipment, she doesn’t want to hear it.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Pope, do you fucking have to talk like that?” she barks, unable to hear one more word about his sexual conquests. The rest of them cease their activities in wait for Pope’s reply. Working so closely together, sometimes spending weeks cramped up on assignments builds close bonds but also breeds discord. It’s normal to be at each other’s throats from time to time but it’s rarely Jay who flies off the handle.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, My Lady,” Santi replies with a smirk, his voice at its most velvety. “I meant I made passionate love to her all night – “

“You are so fucking disgusting, you know that?” Jay hisses. “Just shut the fuck up about the whole thing, nobody wants to hear about it.”

“Clearly not you,” Pope drawls, quick to anger. In the corner of her eye, Jay notices Will shake his head at him. Don’t engage, bro, just drop it. But Santiago Garcia is someone who doesn’t let things slide when he’s in gear.

“When was the last time you got laid, Ray? You need to get those pipes cleared out. Get some d.”

When was the last time? Too long ago. She does have an itch but last time she scratched it, it just didn’t feel right. She had the same feeling of detachment as she experienced just now when she heard about last Saturday night, particularly the fact that Frankie got laid.

It’s not that she’s jealous. She’s just more comfortable with the idea that Frankie doesn’t sleep around with anyone.

“A dick isn’t going to solve my problems, Santi, unless it’s a big one up your sorry ass,” she snaps, a rude laugh from Benny telling her she scored a point. Staring hard at Pope, whose ridiculously handsome features show an obnoxious amount of amusement, she knows that he won’t budge until he’s drawn metaphorical blood.

“Just name the time and the place, Ray, I’ll be there. Will you?”

“Okay, knock it off.” It’s Frankie, of course. The voice of reason. “Redfly’s gonna be here any minute and I don’t want to do extra laps just because you two can’t play nice.”

Frankie always has that calming effect on her, even now when she’s inexplicably mad at him for having fooled around with some random girl he picked up at their usual dive. Is there a possibility of her being there again in the future? Jay doesn’t want to think about it. Right now, she focuses on the sense that Frankie’s words make. It’s not worth it. Santi’s not worth it.

“Just stay away from me, asshole,” she warns Santi before going back to her kit. The tension in the room eases and Benny, who’s closest to Jay, gives her a brief pat on the back and a nod that says Good call. She hears Frankie murmur something to Santi behind her back, then Santi’s mutter: “She on the rag or something?”

That does it. Jay throws down her backpack and spins around.

“You say that to my face, you piece of shit,” she growls, taking a step forward. Her body is quivering with pent up rage in need of an outlet and knocking Pope on his ass would serve as an adequate one.

“Jay, he’s not worth it,” Benny tries to placate her but she barely hears him. Her whole focus is directed at Pope and his shit-eating grin. He says one more thing…

“Got your panties in a twist?”

She lunges forward but doesn’t make it to Pope as several hands grab her and hold her back.

“Hey, hey, hey!”

“Calm the fuck down, Ray!”

“Crazy bitch – “

“You’re on really thin ice, too, Pope! Shut that motherfucking mouth of yours!”

Benny is physically restraining her as she practically vibrates with desire to beat the crap out of Santi, who’s held back by Frankie.

“Ray, he’s not worth it,” Benny tells her. “Take a walk. Smoke. Calm down. He’s an asshole.”

He’s right and Jay knows it. Mustering up all of her willpower, Jay rolls back onto her heels, straightens her back, and squares her shoulders. Without looking at anyone, she turns around and stomps out.

Frankie finds her by the vehicles, in the backseat of a Humvee. Her fore and middle fingers are rubbing against her thumb: she’s quit smoking but is clearly wishing she had a cigarette right now. Frankie climbs into the backseat from the other side and pulls up a pack from his pocket, offering it to her without words. Jay hesitates but eventually takes one and leans closer to him when he flicks open his lighter. Frankie can smell the anger on her, a sweaty tightness that radiates from her muscles. She sits back, inhaling deeply before exhaling in a frustrated puff of smoke.

“Fuck,” she mutters, “I don’t wanna die because of these.”

“I thought you quit?”

“I did.” She throws him a glance and a grimace before flicking the cigarette out through the open door. “I thought you quit as well?”

“I keep them around for emergencies like this,” he shrugs. Jay looks pointedly at him.

“Then you haven’t truly quit, have you?”

He loves it how she puts him on the spot like this, provokes him, forces him to reconsider, change his way of thinking. She always does it with such ease, sometimes with a teasing glint in her eye. She just makes him want to be a better person.

“I guess not.” He throws her a small smile that goes unreciprocated. She stares into the back of the seat in front of her, lips tight. Frankie would love to just sit here in silence and let her lead, let her open up in due time, but he knows that if they don’t join the others soon, Tom is going to make a scene.

“Pope’s an asshole,” he states. Jay scoffs but says nothing. “But what’s up with you? You usually don’t let shit like that get to you.”

Her nostrils flare and he sees the muscles of her throat flex. Eventually, she parts her lips to speak, her voice strained.

“I spent the weekend with my dear mother, my brother, and his family. And you know what mom’s like.”

Frankie nods. Yes, he’s heard about Jay’s mother and the dislike the woman has for her daughter’s career choice. The older brother is married with one kid and another on the way and he, of course, is a saint, a pinnacle of human achievement, his children the very essence of what makes a successful life, his wife the perfect picture of Woman.

Jay suddenly twitches, then kicks at the seat in front of her.

“Fuck!I hate this fucking shit!”

Frankie refrains from putting a hand on her shoulder, no matter how much he would like to. He might end up with a broken nose.

“I cut her off,” Jay says tonelessly. “Completely.”

“About fucking time, Jay.” He’s been waiting for this to happen and he wants to tell her that he’s proud of her but it’s not his prerogative, no matter how much he would like it to be.

“Yeah,” she agrees, still not looking at him. “I kept hoping that she’d get her shit together but…” Her voice trails off and she swallows hard. “Fuck. I miss my dad.”

“He’d be proud of you,” Frankie assures her, biting off the endearment that threatened to escape him. Mi amor. Querida. He wants to be able to call her that, wants to be the one she’d come to with her sadness. Wants to be the one to call her mother and tell her to go suck an egg.

“You should’ve called,” he tells her but she only shakes her head. Stubborn as a mule.

“You were out. I didn’t want to ruin your night.”

It had been ruined the moment Santi laid eyes on the company of three young women by the bar. He had zoned in on the curvy brunette and Benny had picked the fiery redhead, leaving Frankie with the blonde. He didn’t want her, didn’t want any of the others, but he had fallen for the peer pressure and for every drink, he figured it could be a good idea to get laid. The girl was pretty, funny, nice. She had a hot body and was clearly willing. They had gone to her place and he had treated her like he would treat every woman he slept with: he ate her out, giving her several orgasms with his tongue before even thinking about putting his dick in her.

She had insisted on riding him. Frankie didn’t mind but as she bounced on his cock, her round, heavy tits jiggling in front of him, he didn’t see her face anymore. No, it was Jay all along, Jay’s long, lean body on top of him, Jay sinking down on him, her slick, hot pussy swallowing his cock while he swallowed her moan. The fantasy had become so real that he had to wrangle the woman off of him and take her from behind instead.

He left in silence once she was asleep, crept out like an asshole, a coward. He usually asked a woman if she wanted him to stay, he had once upon a time enjoyed having breakfast the next morning, sharing kisses when he finally left. But now, it all felt like cheating.

“You wouldn’t have ruined the night,” he tells her quietly. “It wasn’t that good.”

“The night or the sex?”

“The latter.” His ears are burning and he refuses to look at her.

“Too much to drink?” There it is: that sweet, amiable little taunt she saves for him only – or at least he hopes she does. He’s never heard her speak like that to any of the other guys.

“Wrong girl.”

Jay turns her head and looks at him. The distance between them in the backseat seems to shrink and grow at the same time when he returns her gaze. The hairs at the nape of his neck rise when he loses himself in the fathomless ocean-blue of her eyes.

He has to kiss her. He mustn’t kiss her.

“Are you two done with your fucking therapy session?”

Both of them startle when Tom shows up by the open door on Frankie’s side.

“I have an exercise op to run and I don’t have time to wait for you to feel quite ready, Ray,” he adds before slapping his hand to the roof of the Humvee. “Get your asses in gear.”

He leaves without having noticed anything. Frankie wonders how it’s even possible. Didn’t Tom feel the air crackle with electricity? Didn’t he hear how hard his heart was beating?

Jay gets out of the vehicle and slams the door shut, and Frankie follows suit. As they walk back, keeping a distance of two feet between them, Jay murmurs a Thank you, Morales to him.

“Sure,” he replies easily, forcing himself to sound neutral. “I got you, Ray.”

#my fic #triple frontier #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales x ofc #frankie morales x lady

[violett-writes]

Monotone Donations

"Are you and Dream dating?" Your monotone slightly British text to talk reads off the $10 donation from alexiscarter3215.

You laugh, blushing slightly at the question as you continue to build your trusty restaurant on the Dream SMP server. You and Dream have been friends for about a year now. You had built a small friendship with George when he introduced the two of you, claiming you to be the 'woman version of Dream'. And it's just skyrocketed from there. You were introduced to Sapnap, who complained at being the last one introduced in the Dream Team. Then Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur, Niki, and so many more people. It made your head spin, honestly. You jumped from being a semi-small streamer to having a solid fanbase.

"Thank you for the dono, alexiscarter3215." You smile at your facecam, holding up a little heart. The chat goes wild, whizzing past too fast to read but you're sure they're upset that you didn't answer their question.

You had to think about it for a second. You two sure acted like you were dating. Between the constant guest appearances on each other's streams, the twitter flirting, and the Minecraft beds next to each other on his server, you could see why others would be confused. But you weren't dating. You mean, you two did facetime every night and he did know all your secrets. But you don't even know what he looks like yet and....

Shit. You have a fat crush on Dream. The realization that you finally admitted it to yourself making you pause slightly before your phone buzzes, a notification from Twitter. You spot Dream's username and pause your game. "Let's find out what Dream tweeted folks." You tell your stream, planning on ending it soon anyways so this was the perfect segway to wrapping it up. You're thankful for the distraction as you weren't even sure what you were going to say next.

!TWITTER!

Dream @.Dream

proud to say i haven't lost no simp september 😤👏🏻 but can't say the same for @.nightmare

You read it aloud, blush covering your face and you thank your shitty camera quality for once. Hopefully your small face cam in the corner of the screen was too tiny for your viewers to see the pink tint to your cheeks.

"What do you think I should reply, guys?" You ask your stream, leaning in to see the chat. Most of the suggestions were either to profess your love for him or were to meme him. You chose the later, as you weren't 100% sure if he liked you back.

"Okay, okay, we'll meme him." Your fingers expertly move across the screen before you press tweet. "Go blow it up guys." You set your phone down and make your facecam the only thing viewers can see on the stream.

"That'll be the end of my stream for today! Thank you all for joining and remember, don't you dare lose no simp september to block men!" You wave goodbye to your viewers, raiding Sapnap quickly before leaning back in your chair, sighing loudly. You hear another ding from your phone.

Dream @.Dream

proud to say i haven't lost no simp september 😤👏🏻 but can't say the same for @.nightmare

Night @.nightmare

no ❤️

Dream @.Dream

:(

You giggle at his tweet, liking it as a text from him quickly follows.

dweam

how dare you not simp for me?

night

I should say the same to you Big D

You giggle, stealing Tommy's nickname from him. You watched enough of Tommy to remember all the different names he has used for Dream.

dweam

okay, pls lose my number

night K.

You giggle, biting your nails slightly as you wait for his reply. Instead of a text, you get an incoming facetime from him. You decline his call, choosing to keep the bit going. After a few moments, you get a facetime from Sapnap. You answer it, confused as to why he would be calling you out of the blue.

"Answer Dream." Was all he said before hanging up. You laugh loudly, covering your mouth so as to not wake your housemates before deciding to take the bit to twitter.

!TWITTER!

Night @.nightmare

i hate men. dhmu. only the real ones know.

Dream facetimes you again and you pick up sniffling slightly.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay??? I didn't mean it. I saw your tweet, please... I didn't mean it." He says, concerned as he hides his face from the camera.

You finally break, laughing loudly as you put the camera down so you can hold your stomach, wheezing. "Dream, bud. I was just joking around." You hear him let out a sigh of relief.

"You should come to Florida." He suddenly states, making you choke on the sip of water you were drinking.

"Uh..." You pause for a moment.

"I mean if you're uncomfort-"

"Yes." You cut him off, smiling into the camera brightly. "Yes, I will come to Florida."

The next two weeks were a blur, Dream insisted on paying for your ticket to fly to Florida. And when the boys found out that you were visiting without asking them first, they were super jealous. So jealous, in fact, that they both booked flights that phone call. They were nice enough to give you two days alone with Dream, but only after an awkward amount of silence and a lot of text notifications where you're pretty sure Dream threatened to leave their ass at the airport if they didn't come later. Your knowledge of this only coming from the screenshots George sent you of Dream's threats.

The day of the flight, you were incredibly nervous. You had picked a soft plum colored sweatshirt with simple black leggings and converes. You wanted to dress up a little, but you also knew that you would be uncomfortable the whole flight if you did. Hopefully Dream didn't mind you dressing down for the first in person meeting with him.

night

leaving now for the airport. wish me luck

You send the text and shut your phone off as you enter the uber. A short 30 minute drive later and you're walking through the airport. You smile slightly, airports seem like they exist in a different dimension all together. You don't judge someone having a drink at 9 a.m. at an airport, because well... they're in an airport. You buy a water once you get past security, drinking it nervously as you wait for your flight to be called.

After a 30 minute wait, your flight is finally called. You finally reach your window seat and check your phone.

dweam

i hope u don't die.

night

how kind of u. we're leaving now :))) see u soon!!!!!

You smile and turn off your phone, leaning back and closing your eyes as you drift off.

The kind old lady seated next to you shakes you awake, telling you that you're landing soon. You flush red, not realizing that you slept through the whole flight. You probably looked ridiculous.

Once you land, you quickly pull out your phone and turn it on. You notice that you had 3 unread messages from Dream.

dweam

i'm so kind

but fr i hope u have a safe flight.

text me when u land. i got here a little early... guess i was just too excited

night

we just landed!!!

You blush at the connotation of his text. He was genuinely excited to see you? When everyone was finally able to leave their seats, you grab your overhead luggage and make your way off the plane. You make your way to the baggage claim and watch the bags intently, waiting for your polka dot bag to show itself.

You feel a tap on your shoulder and you turn around, coming face to face with a very tall blonde man.

"Oh- sorry, am in your way?" You mumble, moving over for them to grab their luggage.

"(Y/N)?" He asks you, his voice unsure and hesitant.

Your eyebrows raise in shock and you turn around again, looking at him closely. You cover your mouth in shock, "D-Dream?" You ask for a moment, unsure if this is real.

He nods, laughing and you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. Tears start to come to your eyes as he hugs you back tightly. You pull back so that you could look up at his face, but still keeping your arms wrapped around him. "Dream!" You sniffle, your voice a little scratchy from holding back the tears.

"(Y/N)! Are you crying?" He asks, laughing. He is so much more attractive than you could have ever imagined. You sniffle, wiping your nose on your sleeve as you hit his chest lightly.

"Don't make fun of me. This is easily the best thing that has happened in my life." You giggle softly, looking back at the conveyer belt to see your bag. You quickly rush to grab it before it disappears on you.

You turn back to Dream, your bag trailing behind you as you pull it along. Dream grabs your carryon much to your complaints.

"I got it, (Y/N), don't worry." He chuckles, his deep voice making butterflies appear in your stomach. As the two of you walk to his car, chatting excitedly about what the plans are for the week, Dream grabs your free hand, linking your fingers together. Blush creeps up your neck as you pretend nothing is different. Once you reach his car, Dream grabs both of your luggage and puts them in the trunk as you get into the passenger side.

"So, I don't know if you rented a hotel room or something..."He trails off, tapping the steering wheel nervously.

Your eyes widen slightly, you didn't know he wanted you to. "Oh! I, uh, I totally forgot. I can book one right now, though. No biggie." You quickly pull out your phone, panicking a little as you search hotels near me.

Dream pushes your phone away, chuckling. "No, no. (Y/N), you don't have to. I didn't mean it like that. I just wasn't sure if you were comfortable staying at my apartment."

You let out a sigh of relief. "Of course I'm fine with that you dork." You punch his arm softly, "I thought for a second you didn't want me there!" You tease him.

Dream feigns being hurt by your punch before gently grabbing your hand again. "Of course I want you there." He mutters softly.

The words set your stomach aflame as your intestines tie themselves into a knot. He wanted you there.

#dream team #dream team appreciation #dreamwastaken #dream #clay #dreamwastaken fanfic #dream fanfic #clay fanfic #sapnap #nick #sapnap fanfic #nick fanfic #georgenotfound #george #georgenotfound fanfic #george fanfic #dream team if you see this #no you didn't #but also hi im 19

[misterbitches]

Hello! @flootweed replying to the post from before. the long format was killing me. why does tumblr look like this...

I haven’t watched episode 8 yet...or have I? If it’s the most recent one. No.

Is the hornbill a bird? It probably is but I have a terrible memory and I’m dumb so. I skipped the last few weeks because I’m scawwed. How are you liking it? I did see someone say that the hornbill makes sense (without knowing what it is...at all) bc heart transplant patients only live like 5-15 years after but someone in those comments pointed out that he was so young when he got his and that’s pretty rare so he has a higher likelihood of survival. Frankly, this is the only way I will proceed. Since when did shows ever care about the heart transplant health? Never and it needs to stay that way!

What did we think of ep 6? LMAO. I need opinions! And omg it makes me feel special when I can point things out to people because I so...rarely get to LOL. Editing is like one of my favorite things ever so I can be super particular about it but I try to do the thing you do when you’re supposed to see if it works within its context. I’d like to go in with scissors and glue but alas. 

THe mic covering....the rustling....it’s like guys...please. Ironically the audio today wasn’t great. I don’t know why. IDK if you watch c-dramas but I am not even sure what’s worse between them because they dub their dramas. But actually no it’s best to have the dubbing because even tho it is painful they have to put a lot of effort into it. LOL. 

Right? @ Aey! It’s just weird if they would show us more about what he’s done instead of saying he’s done sth bad and not even explaining that....like you could even do some shitty exposition. I think if he is to be a true villain then we really need to be privvy. All the warnings make it seem like he’s a fuckin’ serial killer so when we get the scene of him at home it’s like....actually this is really serious? Maybe his pain is like...for a reason. Althought you won’t even TELL US WHAT HE’S DONE WRONG BESIDES BE JUST FUCKING WEIRD AND ANNOYING! So from what we have it’s just a realllllllll fucked up sad person lol. god i forgot about the dinner! and i totally agree. he really needs them to succeed. i like your theory because it would make the scene where he like blocks the twitter user make more sense. he also says they dont really know each other etc so it’s realllllyyyyy probable that he just sees it as a way out. if not then we shall pretend u wrote it :)

god yea i wouldnt say it is art but i also guess we technically have to since it is technically. in the way that technically performance artists are artists but mostly i uh technically ignore them. Also one of my fav BLs is called the best twins. If you do not know what it is I will not elaborate further.t 

i want to know more abt poli sci majors lmao but they sound DRAMATIC/ hopefully most ppl in ur cohort arent losers! 

hahahha i understand. there was just a thing on twitter about DSA and then the day before about reading discourse. the same thiings. over. and over. and over. and over. we are our own worst enemies but also our own best friends? but i hate tankies and that wont change. but hasan’s a decent guy. he said sth abt black ppl during biden’s primaries in GA or whatever and i was like chill. but he’s insecure and has adhd which means ur more open to being wrong and changing otherwise u will suffocate and die. 

and totally about hiding fuck ups. i’ve tried really hard bc of organizing IRL to like...be honest, question, etc but also like...approach it naturally? because if you’re trying to be perfect and so worried you’ll fuck up you don’t realize that puts  more stress on you, makes you seem like a robot, and could potentially not make you realize the mistkaes you made. also if we’re privileged in certain spaces there is just no possible way we won’t get something wrong. im light and i know that honestly any way to speak up on colorism is going to be difficult and that’s a space where i have power so i just have to figure it out. we should be uncomfortable because we have to sit with unpleasant feelings and sort through our own whatever. that just makes the next time even better and people can trust u more.  i think some people sweat it sooo much or maybe they think their personal life and what theyve been through is more the norm? on the other hand people can be sf reactionary in the worst way and idk what their issue is. there was also a user who said sth very inch arresting about tankies which i thoroughly enjoyed (how like violent lefitsts or tankies / ppl who are like ooh a gun whatever just want to be violent in another space so they have shit tendencies from jump and nothing of substance which i think i agree with tbh fo ra lottttt of ppl. like their anger is actually like “no im about to beat that ass” instead of what we actually want to get done) 

sort of in the same vein re: taking it easy...we coudl all be more understanding too. to slow it down like you mentioned about not being privvy to fucking eveyrthing and saying anything on our mind. i saw this person talk about y2k which was a huge deal while happening bc it was the turn of the millenium (bruh were u even alive?) but this twitter user grew up in a super super SUPER religious household and was like why do ppl make jokes about Y2K it was insanely traumatizing? though my first instinct was confused ive tried hard to like look more before i judge especially thanks to a friend of mine. turns out that with the further reading the more we found out he was just really traumatized; it was very common in religious households to be afraid of 2000. so we could have come at him with no understanding and he could have thought that everyone had the same experience with that year that he did. his feelings sit precedent though but i think it was just very hard for him to fathom. 

i didnt reply bc he didnt need that and what could i have said? he’ll see what the truth is with exposure and unfortunately this was something he really did go through. 

and that’s what makes most people think others could be over the top. because it sounded ridiculous but then it was this huge traumatic thing that we could have never known about. so maybe when someone sounds like actually crazy they have an explanation? of course some ppl are just batshit or annoying but that’s anywhere not just leftists it’ just means more i guess when a ~~librul is annoyed~ but it can be easy to want to make fun of ppl too. lmao.  basically what i am saying is the internet? especially twitter? for leftists? in this economy? bitch it’s the wild west out here.

i am 29! idk if i said it or not. i am OLD u probably werent even born in the year i was talking about wah. i know not old-old or old at all but compared to you i’m due for a colonoscopy.

omg i hope u can get vaxxed soon! are you wfh rn? i hope ur also not in a bad state as in state state not state as in ur being :| bleh what a fucking time. it sucks that you have to fucking do work. well unless u like school. which i hope u do. i just assume everyone hates it cos i did lmao

was it the lindsay ellis drama? that bitch is dumb. if there was other drama oh wait the drama i was referring to it all happened on the same day. idk book twitter that well but i saw something from someone who was abt that shit and wowie! the american people are not that.....intelligent to put it lightly.

i’ll get better. ppl tell me they miss me and im like aw. i have insanellllyyy bad insomnia and a lot of stuff happened this year HOWEVER I SLEPT FOR TWO DAYS FOR 8 HOURS AT A REASONABLE TIME. im a new woman.  anyways you too! i hope ur not too burnt out with school. we just dont know when the burnout is or we just dont know we are burnt out until we are. the panaramiciccici hit and all the things i was ignoring kind of just fell on me and sooo much happened at once. and frankly it’s hard to take care of ourselves. lord. 

Like if you aren’t interested in expanding on the issue in a way that hasn’t been done before all you gotta do it like… spread resources and donate if you can. I dont see the point in having to say something about every issue especially if you (not at you specifically just in general) aren’t immediately impacted by the issue. Like is the 14 yr old white marxist named sarah on twitter really gonna have meaningful insight on anti-asian violence ?

this is part of why i cannot telecommunicate. i dont want to do shit on the internet. i am able bodied so i know that this time has been of such ease for other people. but mentally i just can’t. i don’t have a comment on hand like that and i hvae no desire to engage with ppl that way. i am a super super super solitary person but thats bc it’s MY time so when it’s like all this effort with other people i dont ever want to be alone. it’s the same with the way i approach filmmaking. it isnt a sole thing so i hate it not together. that’s part of how u can get so sucked in and repeat doom scrolling. i was in this webinar last may after [redacted] and this black woman prof said “read with a community and talk” because otherwise she said we are torturing ourselves. you can’t carry that weight all on your own. unfortunately i hate zoom, discord, slack, signal, whatsapp, facetime. you name it this panera has made it evi.. L

you make a really excellent point. i think the young young gen zers are really really just interesting because it’s like this whole new world for them with leftist politics and they just can’t grasp the horrors of the world and the kind of freedom being a leftist can bring. and so many people don’t grow out of it. those people so happen to be the “least productive” in terms of how much time they spend IRL withe these issues. naturally, younger kids are gonna have a harder time. they are not as mobile as well so the internet becomes this place. but then it’s this echo chamber. and many times just things posted without sources. and social media NEEDS that to exist.

i think of the irony of leftist kids on tik tok and while i am happy it’s reaching them it’s just....different. very different. the growth of social media is so good but also so fucking sad, it’s too much! i think the point about not writing everything is major. even i have to do this which is part of the disappearing.y ou need to detach and make sure your head is on straight again. but when you think eveyrone has to be privvy to every thought and you can’t just sit back....which twitter and social media doesn’t encourage. you have to join in. that’s often why when i have something to say it is dense because i don’t feel like repeating it. ever. lmao ust ever. i cant pay attn. social media is a fucking minefield for my brain u can get so lost in it and absorb it but once u start talking you may not be able to stop. 

i think a big part of that is it not being a leisurely thing but sort of just in our lives always. this sounds like a grandpa rant but ykwim. We dont have to see the same thing over and over again. And eventually it gets sincerely diluted or its diluted bc of capitalism or whatever. Or if theyre very young or maybe they don’t have like the greatest way of sharing the knowledge? then it can be butchered. I hope this is making sense...i’m talking beyoond the boring surface-level milquetoast shit. i see really ahistorical stuff on there from leftists (like this thing about NK + africa and it being a beneficial rship as opposed to a um not beneficial one. and it isn’t.  beneficial but this young black girl was talking abt it and noname rtd and i was like it’s just too complex. there’s no good/bad here just bc it’s not america. dont get me started on this.)

but Lol that was kinda off topic but I think what I meant in my last reply about not turning off the voice in my head is about when I consume media, not necessarily when I’m online talking about. Even if I have criticism for something, I’m usually pretty chill when consuming fandom content bc I think being serious online all the time is kinda boring. Like sometimes I’m analyzing theme and shit but really most of the time im memeing.

exactly.........gotta laugh. thats why sometimes im like i cant think lmao. unfrotunately i have been ARGUING with ppl on the internet for rly no reason when  i could have replied to ur very nice fun wholesome message. i love torture. i miss memes.

“ i think the people who get the least enjoyment out of that are those so obsessed with getting upset with anyone thinking outside of their lines as if it equates to them “ EXACTLYYYYY

kekekekeke im glad u got it. it’s like with conservatives throwing around snowflake. now im beginning to question who the real complainers are. 

LMAO exactlyyyy. i posted a screenshot of this writer from twitter saying that exact thing. Like first of all, I’m...an adult? and if you are as well uh? i’m sorry for you but are we 12? But how is it affecting u this viscerally? And if it does why dont u...do...research? pihgofuaipoajghou but honestly everything u said. we’re trained to go into it with nothing. i was only around ur age when i started to get more serious about this stuff but you’re like lightyears ahead of where i was at 21. did i say this but i’m in iww and literally i can tell u in 2016 i did not think 2019 me would be in a union bc i told my friend in a train station that we don’t need unions. i was 23...but the thing is i didnt know what i was talking about. at all. and i knew i didnt know and she knew i didnt know and now i am the clown.

also yes at critical engagement. i had to learn so much through experience and this is tuff that i coudlnt be shielded from. there’s an empathy you kinda have to develop and this understanding that you move through the world as this person who is “nowhere and everywhere; nothing and everything” so i’ve always had to think about things differently just to survive. that’s also what can drag a lot of people towards it like theres so many black kpop fans bc i think a lot of the pain in SK can be mirrored (sort of) through our history. and theres currently a history now but it had to be forged. uh what was my point oh yea however i wouldnt have been able to move further if i didnt have my background to go off of  bc i knew something was off when i started getting into all these things (ill give u a hint) but if i had no prior knowledge and didnt have to think about it then the critical approach is either stale or stupid. 

i had to research but i dont understand how ppl are so bold with little to no research and understanding? thhey just inherently know with also like ZERO experience in what they need experience in. engaging critically means “how i see the world” with dashes of trying to be open adn understanding or whatever. actually that’s another thing like being afraid of criticizing things bc theyre foreign to you so u give it a pass (like we discussed) but it doesnt hAVE TO BEEEE JUST REAAAAAD and then take all the info ur teensy brain and apply it. be a normal human being and dont be fucking rude and racist. thats it! u can complain abt literally anything without being a dick.

as we start with LW and end with LW.....what do we think (i asked this already) omg please share wbl thoughts i THINK i know what ur talking about. well it could be two things; their rship when they came back and the physicality and then pei shou yi. i almost dont even want to use my brain to fucking look at that. i think wbl can get away with more bc of visual~*~*~* reasons (like literally, the look of the show. there’s more space to get lost in the frames. many thai dramas are a lot more literal? this isn’t the right word but it’s very heavily character focused particularly bc of $ i think) though good production also underscores flaws so i am also wrong. but like do u know what i mean? u have to kinda focus on it? or maybe it’s just cos like.....ur so used to it in thai bl idek. i’ve seen tw bl ofc. 

look i swear i will justify this forever bc there are some things we miss right but if u feel like someone’s a bad actor....theyre bad. it’s about tone movement etc etc etc and since most thai bl productions have 0 interest in that....well. they take these newbies and put them in these situations. we dont understand thai but if we see them and we’re like “wow this is really bad” then they’re bad lmao. IDC i will never be like cos idk what theyre saying NO WHY HE LOOK LIKE A ROBOT???????? DOES HE EMOTE? why is he CRYING WITH NO TEARS? and it’s not even a total requisite to cry with tears(i mean for me it is) but it’s just like what is happening on ur face right now young man????????

painful.

the inflection stuff is very valid ooh good point tho but that’s only a part of the piece. plus we get used to the way they communicate. like the ppl from sotus were prtty bad. i dont like that show but thats an ex of ppl liing the actors and the person i thought was better other ppl dont think that? well apparently hes a shitty guy but. um. so when theres decent acting its so glaring.

although i must say even tho i dont care for 2gether anymore and would never like to be reminded about its existence (only bc i just cringe lol) i honestly....didnt think bright was a bad actor? but people keep saying he is and i am much more inclined to believe them than myself. though i am not often dickmatized that could have been it. until he opened his mouth and ruined it and then i stopped paying attn.

although honestly i’m so much more critical than i could be positive. i have ben stumped for the last day about how i wasnt mad at his acting in the show. is it me? is it him? who’s......the wrong one.....(me) 

oh shit they have been denied? i haven’t been paying attn to whats been going on recently. i just got into it on MDL because of snowdrop. sometimes i literally cannot engage bc ill just be like alright well im black so this power button in my head is going off when ppl talk abt that shit. back in the day when kpop jawns were saying some real outta pocket anti black shit (now everyone is slick with it) it’d always be THEY DONT HAVE GOOGLE THEYVE NEVER SEEN A BLACK PERSON but really it’s like no...maybe they are just racist? that’s ok too.

also the past 2 weeks have been um atrocious bc how fucking easily people fell into the pit of white supremacy and started to turn their ire towards black people and making a competition between our groups just like they wanted. it’s not about the women who are dead anymore, who were sex workers, their womanhood, being asian, being poor anymore. it’s about how much black people get attention and why people only pay attn to us. i am not feeling very generous this week for ppl to excuse that hsit.

on a lighter note, ppl say that abt the whole husband and wife thing. i dont know how to explain how angry that shit makes me but maybe it’s because i do not want to think of my body in relation to a fucking penis at all hours of the day. if bls could kindly not do that it would be nice lmao 

yes there are a lot of those. who are only there to gawk lmao. and just idk worship bc of the cult of personality thing bc of how weird and open they have to be as actors. some of the others are people who /think/ theyre really smart (i think im asmart but i also think i am very dumb and i have adhd to prove that MEDICALLY!!!) but are actually not? or their observations arent great? or idk if they are they arent interesting? but i think well..........we have more refined palettes :P

jk also theres just different personalities. you and  i mesh more bc we have a lot of the same beliefs and are coming from the same place. that makes it easier to understand as well. i really try to remember that but some people are really weird so. again just...the perception of certain things even down to acting skills. but i also dont like.......believe this genre can really do anything at all. on one hand i want them to do it right bc it’s a piece of work so they should. be proud of it. cos most things arent advancing us bc representation and culturalism are a lie bla bla. it’s just that when the depictions are negative or not done well it adds to the problem as opposed to the things that are well done are fairly benign and can’t really pull us back (perf example is the black panther film. i woudl definitely not say it was transgressive as a literal work but visually it’s just stunning. and it’s sad that it’s stunning and surprising but still with basically an all black cast of mostly dark people abd like what it means in the zeitgeist yes. it’s also just a good movie. but it’s still imperialist prop and unfortunately and this is fucking pathetic to say it “opened eyes” in other countries where they hate black ppl and ignore their own racialized minorities HENNYWAYSSSS a better ex is moonlight except moonlight isnt mainstream and is indie tho...still thru a funnel of capital bc a24 but who cares bleed the fuckers dry is my motto. my point is moonlight is both a great work and doesnt bring any failures to the table and its existence helps in ways outside of art but they arent the defining things giving us material advancement sooooo i mean it’s complex (this is my conclusion to everything um guys it’s complex) 

er i had one more point in conjunction to above. oh yea so i like dont need all these extra things to make it progressive. like people really want more women in the show and i am honestly like i really dont. i dont want them to actively do this. if they cant do it naturally then let someone else do it. i am not asking for more bc i dont want it from them. when something comes along i embrace it but i do not see why women should be represented when the genre RELIES on patriarchy. there is no complete satisfying existence for the women in these series. i dont want it. i dont ask people to show us~*~* or respect~* like fuck no the people who make it make it and hopefully more will make it in the future but i will not beg bc THEY DONT WANT TO DO IT SO WOULD FORCING IT MAKE IT BETTER? just fucking leave them out entirely. that’s the answer if theyre gonna make nasty female characters then those bitches can geaux. we have other plcaes to be. booked. and. BUSY!

[simpleb00x]

Can you do a dean x reader with “Flowers? No one has ever bought me flowers before.” Maybe something that starts as an unrequited love — like the reader thinks/knows dean would never want her more than anything as a friend (maybe she’s curvier?) but at some point there is a shift and maybe Dean starts seeing her differently then before? THANK U!

Flowers

Warnings: angst, fluff, language

Word Count: 1450

Requested by @polina-93

A/N: this is one of my longest fics. I know i know I don’t write very long ones. Anywas, I hope you enjoy because this was really fun to write and I’m quite proud of it!

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“Hey Dean.” I said as Dean sauntered into the kitchen. He grumbled something in response before sitting down at the table and eating the bacon I had left out for him. “This is really good by the way.” He said after a while. I laughed. “Coffee kicked in?” I asked, leaning against the counter. He nodded, his big green eyes looking right into mine before he continued to eat his breakfast. God he’s adorable.

“Me and Sammy found a hunt.” Dean told me, washing the dishes. “Oh? What is it this time?” I asked. “We think it’s a vampire nest, but we’re really not sure. That’s why I need my brother and my best friend there to help, otherwise I could totally take them on myself” He teased. The word friend hit me like a blow to the chest. I knew he didn’t feel the same way about me like I felt about him. I was his friend. His best friend. I managed to choke out a laugh though. “Oh yeah. You could. And get turned in the process.” I teased back. “Whatever.” He said, rolling his eyes. I smiled to myself, and continued helping him clean the dishes.

“All ready to go?” Dean asked me as I hopped in the backseat. “Yup.” I replied, flicking through my phone. “Huh. I have a voicemail.” I muttered. No one ever called me except for the boys and a few old hunter friends. “What!? Y/n has a voicemail? Let me see this.” Dean joked, grabbing my phone. “Dean! Give that back come on…” I said, reaching into the front seat. “Is it a guy? Oh my god y/n is it a guy?” He continued. “You can be so fucking annoying sometimes Dean.” I hissed, still trying to grab the phone. Then, he pressed play on it.

“Hey y/n. It’s um - Max. You know, from the coffee shop? I was wondering if you were still interested.. I haven’t heard from you in a couple of weeks. And um - you’re just, you’re really pretty. I know I’ve been with a lot of girls in the past but damn girl you’re just so - hot. Maybe I have a thing for curves.. Anyways, just - give me a call back okay?” The phone let out a beep as the voicemail ended. Dean went quiet. “Oh. It was a guy ...” He muttered. “Yeah I.. I met him at a coffee shop when we were working that case in Ohio.” I said, finally taking my phone off Dean. He nodded and held onto the steering wheel. “Okay. Let’s go.” Sam said, hopping into the car. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Dean said quietly, starting up baby. I didn’t know what had made his mood change so suddenly. Was it the voicemail? Was he - was he jealous? No. He only thought of me as a friend. Nothing more. Right?

The drive was pretty silent until we reached the motel. I got my stuff as Dean checked in. There were two double beds, so I would have to share with one of the boys. It was usually Dean who slept in beside me. I just hoped it wouldn’t be too awkward. It was late when we got there, so we weren’t going to work tonight. In the morning, bright and early, we would start researching and investigating. I couldn’t exactly say I was excited. “Wanna head down to the bar?” Dean suggested after a while. “Yeah. I need a drink.” Sam said. Dean looked surprised. “I’ll come as well.” I agreed. I waited for the ‘that’s what she said’ joke but Dean never said it. Weird.

We went downstairs to the busy bar. Sam found us a table in the corner of the room and got us three beers. “Hey y/n. A game of pool?” Dean asked. I nodded and he smiled. “I’ll totally win this time.” Dean told me. “Yeah yeah sure. I might let you win.” I said giving him a nudge in the ribs. “Oh it’s on sweetheart.” He said, grabbing a cue stick. I got butterflies in my stomach whenever he said that word. Sweetheart. It rolled off his tongue like it was the most casual thing in the world. Like it wasn’t making my head all fuzzy and my palms sweaty. I was like a lovesick teenager all over again.

“You beat me. Again. I swear it’s witchcraft.” Dean said after about twenty five minutes of us playing. The atmosphere of the bar made me competitive, and I was just after about three drinks. I was always known as a lightweight. “Wow. That was impressive.” A stranger said. He was about the same height as Dean and had black hair that was gelled to the side. He had piercing blue eyes and was in a suit. Clearly an office worker. I gave Dean a look but his attention was focused on the man. He was tensed up, jaw clenched and all.

“Yeah. My y/n is quite the pool player.” Dean said gruffly. “Your y/n? You guys together?” The stranger smirked, taking a sip out of a beer bottle. He looked wasted. “No not exactly. We’re friends.” I said. “Oh? So you wouldn’t mind if I-,” He took a few steps closer to me before Dean cut in front of me. “Listen. I came here with that girl tonight and I’m leaving with that girl tonight. So you better back the hell off okay?” He growled. I felt my cheeks go red with embarrassment. People were staring and whispering. The stranger didn’t seem to notice. He scoffed and leaned back. “Your funeral buddy. There’s way more skinnier chicks here that would gladly -,” He was cut off by Dean ramming his fist into the guys jaw. Knocking him backwards. “Dean!” I shouted, pawing at his arm. “Stop Dean. Stop.” I said.

“Yeah. You should listen to your girlfriend.” The guy muttered. Dean raised his fist again and the guy shrunk backwards. The owner of the bar came bursting through the staff door. “Hey! You two! Out!” He shouted, pointing a towel at me and Dean. “But I-,” Dean started. “Don’t. Come on let’s go.” I whispered. If I wasn’t embarrassed before, I sure was now. We had made such a scene in the bar, I just wanted to leave.

“Can you believe that son of a bitch? Saying all those things.. I should have ended him! Right there!” Dean was still angry when we got up to our room. I stayed quiet and just sat on my bed. Maybe the guy was right. There were so many skinny, pretty girls out there who wanted Dean. He’d be an idiot to pick me over them. “Y/n? You okay?” He said softly. I looked at him and nodded, he wasn’t mad anymore. I think the realisation of what he did and how stupid it was had just set in. “Shit y/n i’m sorry I didn’t mean to -,” I cut him off. “It’s fine. I’m just tired.” I muttered.

The next morning Dean was up early. Earlier than me or Sam. I had a terrible night's sleep, I shared the bed with Sam instead and he wasn’t as comfortable as Dean. When I went out to baby to start investigating, Dean was there, a massive bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Whats this?” I asked. Dean had a massive grin on his face as he held them out to me. “They’re for you.” He said. “As an apology for last night.” I looked at him in awe before taking them. “Flowers? No one has ever bought me flowers before.” I said. “Thank you Dean.” He grinned even larger. “Of course. But I ask one thing in return.” He said. I furrowed my brow. “What?” I asked.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, his hand cupping my cheek. I was still first. I couldn’t really process what was going on. But soon I found myself kissing back, dropping the flowers and resting my hands behind his neck. I broke away after a few seconds, staring into his eyes. “See? Now you really are my y/n.” He muttered. I smiled and he kissed my forehead. “You guys are gross. When are we leaving?” Sam asked from behind me. I leapt out of Dean’s arms and turned around. “I - um…” I stuttered. Dean chuckled. “You go ahead Sammy. I think me and y/n still have something to finish up in the room.” He said giving me a wink.

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[lovemesomesurveys]

Would you date someone who still lived with their parents? I mean, I still live with my parents. I feel like it’ll be harder for me the older I get to find someone who would date me because of not just that, but several reasons. Are you a generous person? I can be. I feel like I haven’t been very generous these past few years, though. :/ I just feel like I’ve been selfish and I don’t know... just hardened by shit. I used to be the one who was there for others and wanted to help any way I could. I haven’t been that person in awhile. Do you have a close relationship with your family? Yes.  Would you have to sleep with someone before marrying them? As of now marriage isn’t something I want. I also honestly just can’t see it ever happening for me. Right now, I don’t even see a relationship in my future.  Do you think there is life on other planets? No.

Do you own a car? No. I don’t drive. Would it bother you if your bf/gf flirted with someone else? Uh yeah, it absolutely would. I’d be upset. Would you enjoy a night of playing video games? That does sound fun. I don’t know what I’d play, though. Are you sexually attracted to any inanimate objects? Um, no. Do you dream of traveling the world or are you happy where you are? I’d love to travel the world someday. Certainly won’t be traveling anytime soon... Honestly, even after all this I’m going to be scared for awhile. :/ Have you traveled internationally? I’ve only been out of the country once. Would you watch a porno with your partner? No. I don’t care for porn. Have you ever stolen from your work? I’ve never had a job, but I’m no thief (stealing candy from the candy bins sometimes at the grocery store as a child doesn’t count, I didn’t know!). How much does intelligence turn you on? I wouldn’t say it turns me on, but it can be very attractive. I just like when someone is very passionate and into something and they’re excited to share it with you. It’s cute how animated they get and the way their face lights up when they talk about it. Do you ask someone out or wait for them to ask you? I’m too shy and awkward and lame to do the asking. Do you watch soap operas? No. They’re so cringe-y, I just can’t.  Do you own any sex toys? No. Do you talk about your sex life with either of your parents? I don’t have a sex life to speak of, but I definitely wouldn’t talk about it. That’s just too much. My mom and I are very close, but just no. And most definitely not with my dad! Do you search someone on the Internet before a first date? I haven’t done that. I’ve only dated 3 guys and had 1 guy who I was talking to and almost got to that point (at least I really thought we were), all of which I knew beforehand cause we were friends first. Are you married,engaged, or in a relationship with someone u want to marry? I’m very single. I’m not even talking to anyone and nor is there anyone I’ve even interested in.  How often do you use facebook at work? I don’t have a job. As for my Facebook usage, I go on there a few times a day and just spend a few minutes scrolling through my news feed, “liking”/reacting to stuff. Maybe share a post. Do you enjoy television or movies better? Both. Do you have a friendship that has lasted for 10 years or longer? I don’t have any friends anymore. Would you date someone half your age? Um, HELL no. That would make them 15, you perv. I can’t even look at an 18 year old that way. That’s still a child to me. Hell, even someone in their 20s. I’m almost 31, I wouldn’t date someone who wasn’t at least in their 30s. Would you consider donating your body to science after you die? I want to be cremated. Are you a romantic person? I haven’t really had a chance to find out. I’m a sucker for romcoms if that counts? ha. Would you be okay with your partner hanging with their ex as friends? No. Are you careful with your money? I’ve been better this year so far. Do you have a current passport? No. I don’t have a passport at all. Do you like to be friends with someone before dating them? That’s how it’s always been for me. Do you like soccer? I don’t care for any sport. Is it more fun to go out just with your date or on a group date? Group dates can be fun sometimes, too. How often do you go dancing/clubbing? I don’t. I’ve been to the club once and it wasn’t my thing.  Have you had a relationship with someone of the same sex? No. Is marriage a necessity for two people who love each other? No. Do you meditate? No. Have you ever been fired from a job? I’ve never had a job. Is there anything you think science will never be able to explain? There are things that science can’t explain. Do you cook fancy meals for dates? I don’t cook. Is intoxication ever an acceptable excuse for acting stupid? Not if it’s something serious and it endangers yourself or others. Like there’s absolutely NO excuse at all for drunk driving. NONE. Do you believe in an afterlife? Yes. Do you litter? Noooo. I hate when people do that, it drives me nuts. I’ve seen people who are literally just steps away from a trash can and will still do it. Like, WTF? I don’t understand. Just hold onto your trash until you can throw it away, it’s very simple. Like people who throw stuff out their car window?? Just set it down on the seat next to you or something until you can throw it away. Why is that so hard?  Would you have sex with someone hot who you hated? I wouldn’t have sex or be intimate in any way with someone I hated. I wouldn’t want to be hanging out with them in the first place. Do you have a career plan? No. Do you mostly cook your own meals? The only thing I cook is ramen. Otherwise, I just make sandwiches and microwave or oven meals if I’m making something to eat. My family takes care of dinner.  Have you ever been arrested? No. Could you live with someone who was really messy? No. Are sex and love the same thing? No. Do you go to church? I don’t attend physically at this time, but I do watch the livestreams my church does every Sunday. Do you have pets? I have a doggo <3 How many concerts do you attend a year? I haven’t been to a concert in over 10 years. Do you enjoy getting drunk? Nope. I stopped drinking about 7 years ago. Do you believe in fate or destiny? No. Have you ever called your friend a slut? I’ve called friends that before in a joking manner. Are you attracted to someone with Power? No. Doing nothing all day makes you feel...? That’s how I spend everyday. Have you ever had sex with someone you worked with? Sigh. Do you have any children? No. Would you date someone just for the sex? No. Do you give money to charities? I used to regularly. I haven’t in awhile, though. :/ Have you ever shot a gun? Yeah, once. I went to a shooting range with friends a few years ago and worked up the nerve to try it out. Have you ever gone on a blind date? No. That would be way too anxiety inducing for me than going on a date with someone I knew would already be. Have you ever had a one night stand? No. Are you a passionate person? I haven’t felt very passionate about much in a long time.  Do you consider yourself a positive person? :/ Have you ever lied about the number of sexual partners you've had? No. I have zero. I have no reason to lie about that. Are Sex and Intimacy the same thing? Sex is just one example of intimacy. There’s other ways to be intimate, including ones that don’t involve being sexual at all. Have you ever played strip poker? Nooo. I would never. How often do you get angry? I’m someone who gets irritated, moody, upset, and frustrated often, but not angry.  Do you consider yourself an emotional person? Oh yes. Is work important to you? I’ve never had a job and it’s not something I’m seeking currently. Have you had cosmetic surgery? I’ve had reconstructive surgery. On a first date do you pay or do they? In my experience, the guy paid. Do you only date people who have jobs or are full-time students? Well, the guys I dated were full time students at the time and so was I. It’s been yearsss since I’ve been on a date.  Could you date someone who does drugs? I wouldn’t mind if they smoked weed, but anything else I wouldn’t be okay with. Are you a jealous person? I can be. I haven’t felt jealous in a long time. I feel envy more, I would say. Do you enjoy watching sports? No. Are you a cat or a dog person? I’m a dog person all the way. Is a girl who's slept with 100 guys a bad person? No. I admit it would be shocking to hear that, but no that absolutely doesn’t make them a bad person.  Do you offend people? I sure hope not. I really avoid sensitive and controversial topics. Do you prefer people in your life be simple or complex? A bit of both. Complex doesn’t necessarily mean bad. Have you ever been to a sex shop? Yeah, once. I had a friend who wanted to go to one for their 18th birthday lol so that’s what we did. Have you ever had a threesome? No. Not something I’m interested in.  Do you enjoy discussing politics? Noooo. Would you do a striptease for your partner? Gaaah. I can’t picture myself doing that. I’m super self-conscious about my body. I certainly don’t like seeing it unclothed. I also don’t know how to be sexy at all either so it’d be suuuuper awkward lol. No one would want to see that, trust me. Would you date someone who doesn't have a car? I wouldn’t not date someone because of that, but it sure would be nice if they did have a car since I don’t drive. If they had their license at least then we could just borrow my mom’s or my brother’s car, ha. Do you enjoy dancing? I don’t do much dancing apart from a head bob and some movement of my arms, but sure.  You have a week off, travel or stay home? I have the time, I just don’t have the money or the transportation. I lso wouldn’t travel alone, so it would depend on my family’s schedule. Can’t do any traveling right now or anytime soon for obvious reasons. :/ Does spending the weekend at home annoy you? I spend majority of my time at home (that was true prior to this quarantine and self-distancing thing going on). Is it wrong to watch porn if you're in a relationship? That’s up to you and your partner. Some people aren’t okay with that, so they have to work something out. For me, I don’t think I would really care that much. I’d just wonder why they’d want to. I don’t get the appeal, personally. *shrug* Do you think men should pay for everything on dates? No. I think it’d be nice to take turns or even split it sometimes. Would you tie up a partner if they asked you to do so? I have no sexual experience, man. I couldn’t start with that kind of stuff off the bat, we’d have to work up to that. I don’t even know if that’s something I’d feel comfortable with. I can’t see it being something I’d be interested in, honestly, but *shrug* Do you consider yourself open minded? Yes. Are you a virgin? If it wasn’t already abundantly clear, yes. Have you ever had sex in a public place? Do others find you sexy? No. Have you ever met someone in person you met online? No. Would you date someone twice your age? I don’t want to date a 60 year old, I’m sorry. Should a child caught masturbating be punished? No. How often do you drink? I don’t. Coffee or tea? The answer is always coffee. There’s no competition.  Do you tell your friends you love them? I never was one to say that. If a friend said it to me I’d just be like, “awww.”  Hahaha. 

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[bluehhj]

listen to me — chapter 32

LISTEN TO ME — 0032

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Jinah woke with a knock on the door and decided to ignore it to see if the unoccupied person who disturbed her sleep at about ten in the morning realized this and left. The bright sunlight streamed through the narrow gap between the wall and the heavy curtain covering the window, warning that the day had begun long ago, but in Jinah's subconscious it was too early to open her eyes.

"This is it, I'm coming in." — Woojin's voice was heard just before the bedroom door opened, and Jinah only let out an incomprehensible murmur and covered her head with the blanket. — "Your room smells like a woman."

"I wonder why?" — ironically, the girl grunted with a hoarse intonation from lethargy. — "I thought only boys slept in this room."

"No, dumbass, I'm talking about it here" — Woojin sniffed again at the lost male shirt on the dresser, which made Jinah think of the fabric that 'mysteriously' appeared inside her drawer — her guy best friend had an annoying habit of storing clothes quickly after ironing them and ended up mixing it up by accident. — "I've seen Chan in this shirt. It would be a very strange situation if I didn't know you and Chan so well."

Jinah wrinkled her nose as she vaguely imagined the scene and lowered the blanket, aware that she could no longer continue her sleep thanks to the chattering plague in front of her: — "Not wanting to be unkind, but already being: what are you doing here?"

"Changeun made a beautiful cake and posted on Instagram stories, I came to eat."

"Okay, but the kitchen is on the other side of the apartment" — Jinah saw no need to discuss the miracle that was Jade and Changbin had woken up willing to bake together, would take care of that later.

"I wanted to come see you, huh."

"...For what?"

"Insensitive" — Woojin rolled his eyes and, against all limits of personal space, laid over Jinah's body, who began to complain in the same second. — "I'm offering you my love and you don't want it, it hurts."

"You have to get a boyfriend or girlfriend to offer all this affection, now get out."

"Single I lie down, with no horns I wake up; that's my motto" — Woojin rolled to fall beside the girl on the mattress, but still kept one leg over her. That was how he alerted people. — "And I don't need a girlfriend or boyfriend when I have you to go shopping, either."

"But what?" — sulking, Jinah sat on the bed and ran her hand through the dark, tangled strands of her hair.

"You said we were going to buy Sana's gift together, did you forget?"

"No, but already?"

"Jinah, the party is today."

And as if returning to the slow processing state, Choi frowned slightly and spent about six seconds in silence before answering: — "I wasn't even remembering that today is saturday, dammit."

"Yeah," — Woojin sat down too. — "You're welcome."

"Jinah!" — hurried footsteps in the hallway came along with Chan's call. When he emerged at the bedroom door, he was carrying the phone that Choi had forgotten in the living room, but the call had already ended before he could deliver the phone to its proper owner. — "It was your mom."

She unlocked the screen and saw two missed calls, but she didn't find it odd, as Mrs. Choi always called at least once a week.

"Go eat your cake, Woojin," — she patted her friend's shoulder. — "In the meantime I'll get ready and call my mom back, then we'll leave."

"Send a kiss to auntie" — that said, Kim got to his feet and headed out of the room. That's because he hadn't even spoken a word to the woman.

"My shirt" — Chan took the said whose over the dresser. — "I just realized it was missing. I put it in your drawer by mistake?"

"As always" — Jinah laughed softly and stood up too. Bang just shrugged, as if the need to apologize about something that happened so often was unnecessary, and left his friend alone.

Jinah yawned and went to the bathroom first of all, taking the opportunity to take a warm shower in the middle of the process. She glanced over the social medias as she brushed her teeth, but then set her phone aside and went after a simple outfit, choosing the first long-sleeved red shirt she found in the closet and the black pants that were closest to her field of vision. She could still hear the laughter of the others in the kitchen, so she assumed she had a few minutes left to make a video call instead of a call, as she would rather see her parents' faces than just hear their voices.

A few seconds were enough for Jinah to giggle, her mother's face, Choi Seohyun, appearing funny on the laptop screen until she found a good angle to support her phone. She was a lady in her fifties, but her hair in a bun was always dyed weekly, so that not a little white hair played hide and seek on the surface. She wore round-rimmed glasses and had such a sweet smile that it was impossible to look at her without wanting to smile along.

"Hi, honey" — her eyes started to water, as they always did when they talked like that. She missed her daughter.

"Hi, mom" — Jinah also felt her own waterline produce a little more liquid than needed. — "I didn't answer you before because I was still sleeping, I'm sorry."

"No problem, I called too early" — Seohyun laughed heartily, her laughter was so easy! — "Your dad told me to wait a little longer, but you know how anxious I am."

"By the way, where is he?"

"Here" — at this moment, a man of similar age took a little space on the screen. The urge to cry increased in Jinah, for seeing all those snow-white hairs on her father's head intensified his emotions. — "How are things there?"

"Fine. I'll be on vacation in two months, inclusive."

"And can you come visit us?"

"Of course." — Jinah always visited them every six months, but her parents wanted to make sure she came at all times. — "And things there? Is everything alright?"

"Yes," — Seohyun replied with another smile, but her expression became a little more restless, which made Jinah worried. — "You've been taking good care of yourself, haven't you?"

"Yes, as far as possible. But why do you look worried?"

She shook her head: — "Mother thing. I just want you to promise to be very careful, wherever you have to go."

"Last time you told me that, I fell off my bike and broke an arm." — Jinah remembered the episode from years ago. It was supposed to sound like some kind of joke, but she watched as Seohyun swallowed hard.

"Your mom is too worried" — Mr. Lee Jungjin wrapped an arm around the woman's shoulders, reassuring her, and wisely circumvented the situation. — "Anyway, where is that guy you introduced us to the other day?"

"Working" — that day was epic. Nor was it in Jinah's plans to 'introduce' Jisung to her parents, although she had already spoken to them about the boy, but it was pure coincidence that Han entered the room just when another video call similar to that was taking place. Jisung almost had a heart attack, but disguised it well. — "Today the publishing house is open until noon."

"You both have to start dating at once, honey," — Seohyun scolded. — "In my time, you didn't kiss anyone before a formal request, what you two are doing is wrong."

"But the jurassic era is over, mom. Now you kiss first and date later."

"I think that's wrong. And you respect me, because I'm still young."

"Sorry" — Jinah laughed and her father accompanied her. — "Maybe I'll solve this dating story soon, I don't know yet."

"How don't you know yet? Will you keep the boy waiting until when?"

"Honey, this is something only the two of them have to solve," — Jungjin said. — "Jinah's right, things have changed a lot for a few years here. If it's a tendency to kiss before dating, then let them follow the trend."

Seohyun cast an indignant look at her husband: — "Is this how you raise your daughter?"

"But-..."

"That's why the world is lost these days!"

"And you still have the nerve to say you're not getting old." — Jungjin snapped his tongue on the roof of his mouth and turned his attention back to the screen. — "I have to finish mowing the lawn. I've left the garden gate open and it's likely that neighbor's dog has already come in and made a mess in the backyard. Send a hug to all your friends in the apartment and have sense, get it?"

"Yes, sir. Sense is my second name."

"Take care, my daughter, my pans are also on the stove," — Seohyun said. — "Don't forget to call if you need anything, we love you."

"I love you too" — and amid the farewell that started, Jinah became emotional again and had to take a deep breath when she finally closed the laptop. She missed them so much, but, on the bright side, she didn't even have much time to enjoy the melancholy, as Woojin was soon to resurface and dragged her into a ridiculous shopping session.

Jinah had enough distraction to toast her patience for the rest of the day, but it was the night she really should worry about.

(a/n: hi, guys!!! long time no see huh? 

well, unfortunately i wasn't able to update so fast, this last week was crazy for me and i think the next one is going to be too, especially cause i'm gonna >>>try<<< to write a one-shot of hyunjin and yoorim that i'm wanting to write it's been two weeks and i can never complete it 👺👺 so sorry now and i hope you guys understand me. bye, love u~)

#stray kids #skz #stray kids angst #skz angst #stray kids au #skz au #stray kids fics #skz fics #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids reactions #skz reactions #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #multifandom #bang chan #woojin #minho #changbin #hyunjin #handwriting #jisung #seungmin #felix #jeongin #kpop #kpop au

[artificialqueens]

You won a seven nights stay in Paris (Brooke x Vanessa) - Evelyn Bubbles

Howdy y’all it’s me your girl Evelyn, resurfacing of course when another season starts. As always I gotta come up with some ship, so here’s my BrookexVanessa, I have no idea how to call it though. Branjielina? Probably. This is based in canon, I’m gonna use female pronouns and drag names so there’s no confusion. Enjoy! You remember Vanjie being over excited about Brooke Lynn winning the Paris vacation? Well, they went together. And things got complicated.

The problem with winning something it’s always hoping to collect the prize alone, in peace. Especially if that particular prize is really huge. After her best friend had told her he couldn’t come since it was his wedding anniversary, Brooke Lynn Hytes, 32, carefully texted the season eleven groupchat. She wanted to have fun, but also see the monuments, museums, landmarks. Come on, it was Paris after all. Paris. One of her favorite cities. She had been there in the past with her ballet company, but she hadn’t had the time to really see that beautiful place. She was hoping for someone interesting, curious, cheerful, to answer her desperate “Hey, anyone wanna go to Paris?”. Of course Silky was the first one to answer: “Mama’s too booked, sis”. Then a couple of others. A’keria was getting ready for what probably was one of her last pageants. Nina was about to host a new charity event. Plastique probably couldn’t even read. Brooke Lynn was about to turn off the phone and go to Paris all alone, when Vanessa texted her privately.

-Saw the episode? Remember that I was the one who wanted to come with u! -I remember love xx -Then it’s settled. Fully cancelling all my gigs. When is it -After my bday -Like I know when that is, girl -March 10th lol -Cool love that. We’ll get those French cookies sis -I’ll send you the details right now then :) -Can’t wait!!

And then, a profusion of kisses emojis and many many red hearts. Brooke couldn’t believe she had just accepted to go on a 8 days trip in Paris with notoriously batshit crazy Vanessa Vanjie Mateo. She was fun to have around, for sure, and she was also one of her closest friends after the competition, but they’d never travelled together. Although skeptical at first, Brooke smiled. It could’ve been fun.

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This is gonna be a big mess, Brooke thought as soon as Vanessa started running towards her at the JFK airport, New York City. She practically jumped at her neck, showering her with affection. “So nice to see you again girl! I’ve missed your face! You look amazing, these first weeks of fame have done a body good”, she said, tapping on her arm. “Thank you Vanjie. You look fantastic as well”, commented Brooke smiling wide. She loved Vanessa dearly, but she was dragging along what seemed like an entire wardrobe packed into one giant, plus a handbag and a sparkly backpack. Brooke felt all the eyes on them as Vanessa started chatting loudly, catching the attention of a group of girls who eyed them and pointed at them giggling. They’re fans of the show, maybe, Brooke guessed, or maybe they’re just laughing at a loud obnoxious gay couple at the airport ready for their honeymoon. Except for the fact that Vanessa and her weren’t a couple, nor on their honeymoon: they were sharing a price won at a transvestism competition. The usual.

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On the plane, everything went… not as planned. Vanessa didn’t say a word for the whole flight, pleasantly surprising Brooke who was expecting eight hours of non-stop blabbing. Instead, Vanessa fell asleep right away, AirPods in, head propped on a tiny pillow and her soft lips semi-open. Brooke couldn’t help but smile, adjusting herself on the seat and turning on her classical music playlist that she used to listen before bed. The last thing she remembered was the Carmen overture playing, and Vanessa’s sleepy face turning gently towards her. She woke up when the plane landed pretty roughly, shaking both of them in their seats. Vanessa was candidly sleeping with her head resting on Brooke’s shoulder, nuzzled into her neck. “What the fuck was that…!”, Vanessa said, suddenly nervous, that surely want the best wake up call, “A turbulence?”. “You… own… everything…!”, Brooke joked, and Vanessa punched her on the shoulder, “You’re so stupid girl! No but seriously, have we landed like… that was quick!”. “Only because you slept all the way through”. “I needed some rest okay? Making coins every night is hard as shit you know that!”. “I do Vanjielina, I do. Let’s grab our stuff and get the fuck outta here, my legs hurt”.

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“What do y’all mean with ‘My suitcase is still in America?!”. “Yeah, so sorry Mr. Cancel… apparently your suitcase wasn’t embarked… they’ll be delivered to your hotel as soon as possible, unfortunately that won’t be possible until… let me check… four days from now, we’re going through a strike, again, and we won’t have incoming flights for a bit”. “What will I do then? I have no clothes, no shoes, no nothing!”, Vanessa groaned in stress. “Listen, I know this situation sucks, but I’ll be more than happy to lend you my clothes. Also, don’t you have your toothbrush and stuff in your handbag and backpack? You’re gonna survive just fine. And don’t you wanna go do some shopping? We could find some really cute stuff for you to wear these days”. Vanessa looked at Brooke with puppy dog eyes. “Thank you sis… I really need some positivity right now or I’ll have a nervous breakdown”. “It’s nothing Vanjielina. Now let’s give them the b&b address and we can get the fuck outta here. We’re in Paris and I haven’t seen the city yet!”. “You’re right”, said Vanessa smiling as usual, “I’m tired of this shit. Let’s go”.

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The bus from Orly to their b&b in the luxurious XVI arrondisement took forever, but as soon as they arrived they were blown away. The classical Parisian house, just behind the Trocadero, with its characteristical blue roof, round windows and narrow appearance was stunning in the daylight, and its white curtains masked the surely elegant interior from unwanted stares. “On here it says that the owner is a certain Mathieu Pepin…”, Brooke said consulting her receipt on her mail app. “Let’s wake up this motherfucker”. “Wait, Vanjie…”. Too late, Vanessa was already torturing the intercom: “Hello, hi? Someone there? We’re here!”. “Vanessa!”. “What? I wanna go explore!”. “Yeah, but we shouldn’t…”. “Oh my God! I can’t believe it!”. Brooke and Vanessa turnt around, only to face an overenthusiastic blonde guy with curly hair and a light beard all over his chin and jawline. “Miss Vanjie and Brooke Lynn Hytes, in my apartment…! This is a dream come true”. “Oh, hi, I’m Brock, nice to meet you, but you can obviously call me Brooke as you know us from the show”. “Of course I know you two! I’m so happy to have you here, I’d guide you inside personally but I have quite a few things to do. It’s not hard though, the last floor is all yours. Here’s your set of keys. This opens the main door, while this opens the apartment… oh, I’m Mathieu by the way… here’s your WiFi password…”. Brooke giggled, this Mathieu guy seemed kinda all over the place but he owned a flat in one of the most expensive Parisian neighborhoods, he must’ve been someone important. Or at least very rich. “So sorry I have to leave you this soon. Does any of you speak French?”. Vanessa shook her head, while Brooke said: “Kinda… the basics. The very basics. Toronto is not a French speaking area. I studied it in school but…”. “Oh, don’t worry! You’ll survive just fine with just English around here. Have a great staying! Can I be a little indiscreet?”, Mathieu said winking, “I’m so happy the rumors are true! Have fun you lovebirds!”. Then he kissed both of them on the cheeks and rushed away, chatting loudly on the phone in perfect Spanish. “The rumors? Which rumors?”. “I ain’t got no idea girl… let’s get inside this fucker”, Vanessa shrugged, grabbing Brooke’s backpack and bringing it inside. Fortunately, they managed to get inside that tiny elevator, squished and uncomfortable but still, the doors closed. “Looking at it positively, if we still had your suitcase we would’ve had to run this thing twice”, Brooked said jokingly, to cheer Vanessa up. It worked, and she smiled back. They arrived at the apartment, the only one on the last floor. “Oh wow, it’s really fucking big!”, Vanessa exclaimed stealing the keys from Brooke’s hands. “Do you say that very often Vanjie?”. Vanessa gave her the middle finger: “Shut up you whore… and carry your shit inside”. Brooke laughed, following her friend into that beautiful apartment. Light entered the open space softly, waving over the modern furniture, the wooden floor, the white curtains. “This place is stunning! C’mon drag race sponsorship! Okay I gotta explore”, said Vanjie dropping her stuff on the floor and running into the various rooms. “This bathroom is huge!”. “Oh my God look at this kitchen!”. Brooke left her suitcase as well, dropping her bag on one of the huge sofas. “Bitch… you should really come and see this”, Vanessa called her from the last room. It must’ve been the bedroom. Brooke started fantasizing on how beautiful and big their beds must’ve been. Vanessa was blankly staring at one, huge ass bed. A single king sized mattress. “Now I see why that bitch told us he was happy the rumors are true”, said Brooke. They looked at each other in the eyes. “Yeah sis”, Vanessa told her, “They think we’re banging”.

#rpdr fanfiction #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #branjie #pining #smut #evelyn bubbles #ywa7nsip #canon compliant #s11 #submission

[my-creative-hell]

Music (Teen au)

Grave and Hannah sit inside her room in the twin’s house, Iden was out for practice and they had a lab assignment to work on together, being lab partners. Hannah sits on the floor with her Braille laptop resting in her lap as Grave is lounging on her bed so she could see over the shorter girls shoulders easily as she types.

The project wasn’t ridiculous, a study on atoms and their makeup, and how they formed molecules and were the building blocks of everything in pure scientific and mathematical terms. An in depth study, if you will. But, there was a lot of work to be done, even between the two of them. Hannah had been working on it for the better part of a week, preventing her from sleeping as she was striving to create the best quality of work she could, researching at ungodly hours of the night instead.

“We are the science boi’s. Gonna… save… the worl. With s c i e n c e.” Grave flaps her hands around in a happy manner as she speaks, making Hannah snort through her nose as she can feel the breeze being created by Grave.

“I mean, maybe…” Hannah half answers, focusing more on what she was currently typing out onto the computer, trying to make sure she didn’t spell anything wrong by going too fast.

“Just a couple of smort boi’s. We’re very smart. Awesome dudes.” Grave smiles as she flaps her arms more, the breeze getting stronger for Hannah as she continues to type.

“I hope we’re smart, otherwise we’re gonna fail this paper.” Hannah says blandly, focusing on her typing once more.

“Yeah… if you don’t mind me asking, are you okay? You seemed kinda off these past few days and I-I just…” Grave sighs as she continues. “I just wanna know if something’s wrong.”

“Hm?” Hannah hums out as she types, talking a second to register what Grave had asked of her. “Nothing out of the ordinary, just really wanna get this finished.” She explains nonchalantly, her voice sounding neutral and blunt.

“I know, but…” Grave shrugs and lays down on the bed more. “I don’t want you to like, pass out in the middle of the thing. Like we go to present it and you just flop onto the floor and pass out… that sounds like it hurts a little. I don’t want that to happen to you.” Grave explains as Hannah listens to her slightly concerned voice, unphased.

“I’ll be fine, Grave. It’s not like I haven’t stayed up a bunch before. I’ll survive.” Hannah reasons as she types. She had done this shit all too often, and it barely messed her up anymore, though it hadn’t been a full week for a while, so it was a bit harder.

“But… that’s not good. I’ll do the rest of it you go to sleep.” Grave offers, Hannah snorting, a small smirk on her face as she types.

“I’m not tired Grave, trust me. Besides, I’m in the zone right now, I don’t wanna break it.” She reasons, which was true. Hannah had currently entered a steady workflow, and to break it would just annoy her at this point.

“Okay…” Grave huffs as she answers, allowing Hannah to continue working on the project, typing up all of the information they had jotted down.

“Sides, its not been that long…” Hannah tries to reason, though it kind of had, and she knew that. But worrying Grave meant her pestering Hannah about sleeping, and she didn’t want that.

“I don’t feel like that’s true, but okay I guess.” Grave says in a neutral tone as she watches Hannah, who frowns as she works.

“You sound annoyed, are you annoyed?” Hannah questions, pausing her typing for a moment as she questions Grave, unsure of the tone of voice she had used.

“No! I-I’m actually really concerned. Like, you don’t seem okay at all.” Grave explains, the worry a bit more obvious to Hannah in her voice now, making her stop her typing for a moment.

“How do I not seem okay?” She questions, confused. Though she couldn’t see herself, she was sure she looked okay, considering she always looked tired as hell, no matter how much she slept.

“I-I um…” Grave fiddles with her fingers as she struggles to answer. “I just… for some reason… I-I dunno how to explain it, b-but something felt wrong-” Grave tries, though Hannah still looks confused.

“I think I’ve been the same. I mean, I haven’t been super off, have I?” Hannah questions, turning her head towards Grave now as she asks.

“Yeah, not extremely… but its still noticeable.” Grave explains, Hannah nodding as she scrunches her face up.

“Well, I guess I haven’t stayed up this long in a bit, so maybe that’s why. Also running off of coffee does fun things I guess.” Hannah explains, shrugging nonchalantly as she talks.

“I almost set a dude on fire when I drank coffee. Well it wasn’t really coffee, it was a fuck ton of espresso shots, eighteen five hour energies and something else. I’m pretty sure I ascended into the astral plane.” Grave explains her story, making Hannah snort.

“That’s pretty impressive, not gonna lie.” Hannah admits. “Don’t think I’m quite there yet, just using it to stay alert and shit.” She explains, turning away from Grave again as she prepares to resume her typing.

“Makes sense, but if I cant get you to sleep now… can you like at l e a s t take a nap after you work for a few more minutes?” Grave asks Hannah, staring at her with puppy eyes she knew she couldn’t see. “Please? I can take over!” Hannah lets out a deflated sounding sigh in response.

“Grave… look, I’m fine. I really just wanna get this done so I can stop stressing about it.” Hannah reasons as she starts typing again.

“You don’t have to stress about it! I said I can do the rest.” Grave says as she pouts, crossing her arms as she watches Hannah rub her hands over her face.

“C’mon Grave, we haven’t got that much left, its fine…” Hannah almost groans out, looking more tired as she gets frustrated.

“It doesn’t matter, my fresh Cicada Honda civic broski! You need to r e s t. if not now, you rest the second you finish or else I’m gonna put impossible to thaw turkeys in your closet.” Grave threatens, making Hannah laugh, though it sounds very off.

“Sure, Grave. It’ll either be don’t today or tomorrow, depending on any new information…” Hannah explains as she works.

“T o m o r r o w??” Grave sighs, Hannah not saying anything in response, only nodding her head as she types. “Hhhhh.” Grave covers her face as she frowns. “Bad. This is b a d.” She complains.

“It’s fine, it could be worse.” Hannah reasons out, voice back to being blunt and uncaring.

“That doesn’t make it okay! Just because it can be so much worse doesn’t make the current situation alright.” Grave argues as she frowns down at Hannah, who shrugs.

“It makes it slightly more acceptable to me.” She deadpans. Grave makes a sound of concern in response, flailing her arms around her.

“Are you flapping? You sound like you are…” Hannah observes as she works, listening to Grave behind her.

“Yeah, but its not happy flapps!! Its c o n c e r n.” Grave emphasises as she speaks.

“I gathered. What are you so concerned about?” Hannah questions, raising an eyebrow as she works, though she knows Grave isn’t currently looking at her face.

“Sleeb!!!! You!!!! I’m concerned about you!!!!” Grave exclaims, making Hannah laugh again, sounding broken.

“Grave, I’ll sleep when it’s done. Until then I just have to get through, and I’ll be fine.” Hannah explains as she types. Grave frowns in response.

“But I can do the rest of it!!! I know what to write!!!” She exclaims in argument, Hannah sighing.

“Its fine Grave, I’m already doing it, and you’ve already helped a lot. You can’t force me to sleep, so just let me do what I’m doing.” Hannah curtly responds, not moving from typing on her laptop.

“Ugh… fine.” Grave pouts as she answers, almost making Hannah smile.

“Thanks…” Hannah trails off as she works, trying to get absorbed into the flow once again so she had a chance of finishing the work faster.

“…wanna listen to music?” Grave offers, making Hannah pause for a second before she continues typing.

“Music?” Hannah questions as she works, not quite sure how to respond. She liked music, but she never tended to listen to it while she worked, since it removed one of her remaining senses.

“Yeah, m u s i c.” Grave insists, Hannah thinking it over.

“I don’t normally listen to anything while I work, sides, don’t you wanna talk?” She questions as she types, cocking her head as she talks.

“God, you sound like such a mum.” Grave chuckles.

“How rude, show some respect.” Hannah jokes lightly as she works, a small smirk on her face.

“Oh, I’m t e r r i b l y sorry, mother. How shall you e v e r forgive me?” Grave puts on a snobby rich guy voice as she talks, making Hannah snort.

“Alright, no need to be an ass.” She smirks as she jokes around, making Grave laugh.

“Sorry, I had to do my best ‘rich asshole’ impression or else it would simply be a bit b l e h.” Grave explains, making Hannah smile slightly.

“That’s fair enough, it was pretty good.” Hannah admits with a smile as she listens to Grave.

“Thank you, I try my best!” Grave says in a proud voice.

“That doesn’t surprise me…” Hannah laughs, sounding slightly happier than before.

“I’m glad it doesn’t!” Grave flaps her arms around a bit. “Heyyy Hannah, guess what?” Grave asks in a pitched voice.

“What, Grave?” Hannah asks in a neutral voice as she works. She had a knack for always sounding annoyed, but Grave knew her well enough to know she just sounded like that.

“You!!! Are!!! Rad!!! Radder than ten whole cakes!!!!!” Grave exclaims, making Hannah smirk.

“That’s a lot of cake. You’re pretty rad yourself.” Hannah admits as she focuses on typing.

“I am?” Grave questions, surprised, making Hannah snort lightly.

“Yeah, least I think so.” She shrugs, though a small smile plays at her lips as she pauses in her work to compliment Grave.

“Thank!!! You!!!” Grave flaps her arms around more and starts tapping her feet onto the bed in happiness.

“Oh my, calm down, you’re gonna smack me. But you’re welcome.” Hannah smiles as she hears the noises coming from Grave in her excitement and happiness. Grave smiles largely as she stops her flapping.

“Okay, sorry. But really, would you like a m u s i c? its not rude cuz I’ll be listening to some music too!” Grave reassures, Hannah pausing.

“You sure?” She questions, tilting her head towards Grave as she asks.

“Positive.” Grave assures Hannah firmly, making her smirk.

“Okay then, I’ll accept some music.” Hannah yields, her voice lighter and jokier as she speaks. Grave carefully hands her the headphones.

“Happy borthmas, hav music maker.” Grave says in a jovial voice, making Hannah snicker.

“Thanks, you weirdo.” Hannah jokes as she takes the headphones. She puts them on, and if she could have said something, she would. Her brain instantly felt fuzzy and wrong, like it was being shut off by something, even though the headphones didn’t seem to be doing anything yet. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for her mind to completely shut off, Hannah collapsing and falling sideways onto the floor of her room, her laptop being knocked off of her as she falls. It takes Grave a few seconds to process what just happened before she reacts.

“fuCK-” She panics as Hannah lays unconscious on the floor. Grave moves quickly, getting down beside Hannah, quickly pressing her fingers against her neck to check for a pulse, making sure Hannah was still alive. She manages to find one, and it feels normal as it pulses against Grave’s fingers.

“Good. Nice. That’s… good… hh shit.” Grave panics as she hovers over Hannah on the floor. Grave pulls out her phone, calling Iden, waiting in a panic for him to answer.

“Grave? You okay?” The voice of Iden floods through the phone as he answers, sounding confused, with an edge of concern.

“I’m fine, but we’ve run into a minor problem-” Grave admits, Iden instantly growing more concerned.

“Problem? Whats happened?” Iden asks, the concern more evident in his voice as he talks on the phone, wandering farther away from the practice he was participating in.

“Hannah passed out.” Grave says simply, Iden making a strangled noise on the other end.

“She what?!” He exclaims worriedly, voice strained and coarse with immediate stress.

“Yeah, I um… I-I don’t know why. But she’s breathing okay-” Grave reassures, a small sigh of relief coming from Iden.

“Okay, at least she’s breathing.” Iden reassures himself, thinking for a moment. “Did she do anything weird?” He questions in a serious voice.

“No. She just pa-o h.” Grave realises something, mentally hitting herself.

“Oh? Whats oh?” Iden asks, worry spiking again as he thinks over the many possibilities.

“The headphones. I gave her headphones and she passed out.” Grave explains, only confusing and worrying Iden more.

“Headphones?” He questions, sounding utterly lost with the situation that was playing out over the phone.

“Yeah, headphones…” Grave sighs. “Okay, could you come up here?” Grave asks, listening as Iden immediately starts moving.

“Yeah, course I can. Give me like ten minutes, okay?” He asks, already signalling to his teammates that he had to leave and leave now.

“Okay!” Grave exclaims gently, listening to Iden shift around.

“I’ll be there in ten, make sure she’s alright…” Iden hangs up the phone, presumably getting ready to leave and picking up his gear for the walk back to the twins house, though he would likely run it.

“Okay…” Grave sits in silence besides Hannah, who looks very tired now that she could see her properly.

“It’s good that you’re finally sleeping…” Grave smiles a bit as she looks at Hannah, who looked more peaceful than she had ever really seen her as a teen.

Grave gently picks Hannah up, the smaller teen not weighing a ridiculous amount, placing her carefully on the bed and pulling the headphones off of her head as she does so. Grave sits with Hannah until she hears the downstairs door unlock, indicating Iden had returned to the house.

“Grave?” He calls out from downstairs, sounding slightly concerned as he puts his stuff down in the living room, throwing it onto the sofa.

“Yeah. I’m… here.” Grave steps out of the room, Iden coming up the stairs towards her, looking concerned.

“Okay, this is fine, is she okay?” He questions as he reaches Grave.

“Yeah! She sleebin.” Grave elaborates, making Iden huff as he pinches his nose.

“My question is why and how, because I know she didn’t do it on her own…” Iden explains as he looks at Grave, knowing Hannah was way too stubborn to be convinced to sleep.

“The h e a d p h o n e s.” Grave insists as she gestures towards them where they lay in the room.

“You managed to make a pair of headphones that do that?” Iden questions, looking exasperated.

“…” Grave looks down at her feet and mutters the next words. “Yeah.” She admits, Iden frowning.

“I’m going to assume you didn’t mean to do this, otherwise you are in deep shit.” He explains in a slightly stern voice, looking down at Grave, though concern still tugged at his features.

“Yeah, I gave her the wrong ones…” Grave admits. Iden sighs, running his hands over his face in a tired manner.

“This isn’t good, you know that right?” He questions, looking into the room at his twin, his expression twisted and worried.

“Yeah, I-I know… I wouldn’t have said anything if it was alright…” Grave agrees, watching as Iden walks into the room, sitting on the floor.

“She’s gonna freak out… shit.” Iden swears, something he never did. He left all of that to his twin, not liking the way it sounded when he said it.

“Sorry.” Grave takes the laptop off of the floor, making sure it still worked and placing it on her lap as soon as she’s sure it does.

“It’s not your fault, I doubt she even told you enough to know why she’s gonna freak out, did she?” Iden questions, huffing as he puts his head in his hands on the floor, exhausted.

“She…” Grave shakes her head. “She didn’t.” She admit, Iden sighing and leaning his head further into his hands.

“Of course she didn’t… so you cant even know the reality of the situation, that’s not fair.” He explains, sounding frustrated and exasperated. He didn’t blame Hannah, nor was he mad at her, but Grave couldn’t have known what was so wrong about this entire thing, and that wasn’t fair to anyone.

“I mean, if she didn’t tell me that probably means she didn’t want me to know, so that’s fine. I don’t wanna know something she didn’t want me to… if that makes sense.” Grave shrugs.

“She was planning on mentioning it, she spoke to me about it, asked it I was okay with it. I guess she hadn’t figured out when to do it. But she did want you to know.” Iden explains gently, raising his head to look at Grave with a more serious expression.

“Oh…” Grave mumbles as she looks down at the keyboard of the laptop. “Well I can wait until she wakes up for that.” She reasons, Iden smiling sadly.

“I wouldn’t expect her to want to talk to you…” He explains in a gentle voice, not wanting to make Grave upset, but needing her to know the truth.

“I…” Grave nods in acceptance. “Good point.” She admits, Iden coming to sit next to her.

“Unfortunately…” He agrees sadly, a small smile pressed onto his face.

“It’s understandable though, so I’m not really disappointed. Just wish I didn’t ask if she wanted some music…” Grave trails off, Iden looking concerned and worried for her.

“You didn’t mean to, and you couldn’t have known. But the unfortunate reality is you, accident or no, put a traumatised person into a state of complete vulnerability they’re afraid of, against their will.” Iden explains gently, keeping his voice low and soft.

Grave looks at him, looking like she wanted to say something, but had no idea of what she could even say or how she could respond to what Iden had just told her, her face reading this loud and clear, making Iden smile sadly, giving her a sideways hug.

“I know, it’s harsh… I don’t want to upset you, that’s the least of my intentions. But, we’ve had a rough life, and we’re both still pretty messed up. Hannah might just need some time…” Iden explains in a gentle and soft voice as he hugs Grave.

“You didn’t upset me, Iden. I just had no idea what to say.” Grave chuckles and hugs Iden back. “But that’s understandable… sorry life was an ass to you.”

“It’s okay, we got out this year, now it’s just about dealing with it…” Iden smiles gently.

“I’m glad you got out…” Grave tightens her hug, making Iden smile.

“We were lucky the owner of this house knew us and allowed us to rent off the books.” Iden explains as he smiles, his gratitude evident in his voice.

“That’s good!! Glad they weren’t a shart-face.” Grave muses, making Iden laugh.

“Me too…” He agrees as he hugs the smaller girl close to him, watching as Grave finishes the work Hannah had been doing for her so she wouldn’t have to stress when she woke up in about eight hours.

 The next day when Grave goes to school and heads into their shared lab class, she can see Hannah sitting at her normal desk with her laptop in front of her as normal, though something was different. Hannah normally wore ear buds to listen to her recorded lessons, allowing her to make notes at her own pace, since she couldn’t see what was written on the board in front of her. But normally, she would only put in one ear bud in case Grave wanted to chat, though today both of them were in, blocking out the world around Hannah.

Grave sighs gently, sitting down at her own desk beside Hannah. She wants desperately to speak to the other girl, to apologise to her, but she knew it probably wouldn’t end well, so she stay silent as Hannah registers her sitting down, never turning away from typing on her laptop as she plays through one of her lessons, still looking tired, worn out and stressed. Grave frowns, but looks at the board as the lesson starts, paying attention to the words the teacher was saying.

Grave watches silently throughout the day as Hannah avoids her, not speaking a word to anyone, not even the teachers, simply completing her work and leaving the lessons, eating alone and eventually, heading home alone, never interacting with Grave. And Grave let her. She didn’t want to upset Hannah anymore than had already been done, so she left her alone, despite how much she didn’t want to.

The next day, Hannah comes in the same way, alone and silent. She looked more tired and worn out, not engaging with anyone at all, simply putting her ear buds in and working in silence, refusing to speak at this point. Grave continues as she had the day before, feeling worse about the situation as she watches Hannah avoid almost everyone, staying by herself all day, even to eat. She left school alone again, not even saying goodbye of acknowledging Grave.

The third day, Hannah looks a little worse. She’s sitting in class as normal when Grave walks in and takes her seat next to her, her ear buds in her ears, though she handy turned them on yet, unbeknownst to her. The class was noisy as they waited on the teacher, and it was getting to Hannah, the tiredness she felt not helping, clawing at the inside of her brain and making it feel itchy and wrong. Everything that was being said melted inside her brain, being turned into pointless white noise that fogged her thoughts, and made her panic, as it effectively blocked off the most useful sense she had left. After a couple of minutes, Hannah felt like she would either explode or cry if she didn’t move, and she wasn’t about to let everyone see that. Without speaking a word, she pushes her chair out from her desk, leaving the room silently. Grave follows her out of the room, watching as she goes into the single disabled toilet, since she never used the normal toilets, finding them way too cluttered and annoying in her blindness, shutting and locking the door behind her.

“Um… look, I-I came to apologize. You don’t have to respond, that’s… that’s fine. I didn’t mean to put you to sleep. I-I know you don’t like being vulnerable around other people and… sorry.” Grave apologises as she stands outside the door of the stall. Hannah doesn’t respond, making Grave think at first that she doesn’t want to answer, but after a few seconds, she can hear the panicked breathing coming from inside the stall, that was preventing Hannah from talking to her.

“Hannah?” Grave says softly as she lightly knocks on the door of the stall. Hannah doesn’t answer using words, but a whimper like whine can be heard through the door.

“Can…” Grave hesitates before continuing. “C-Can you open the door please?” Grave asks, listening for Hannah behind the door. There’s a long pause, but eventually Grave can hear shifting in the larger stall, the lock beginning to shake as Hannah unlocks the door so Grave can come in.

“Thank you.” Grave says in a smaller voice as she gently pushes open the door to the stall. Hannah has pushed herself against the wall, shaking, and her head on her knees, not allowing Grave to see her face with her hands covering her ears due to over stimulation.

Grave, not knowing what to do or say, sits close to Hannah in silence. Hannah’s ears are still ringing and noises don’t seem to be picked up as well as they should, making the world she knew blurred and distorted. The hands on her head automatically start to go at her skin a little, her cut down nails scratching at her skin to create a sensation to distract from what was going on in her head.

Grave gently pulls Hannah’s hands away from her head to prevent her form hurting herself, holding onto them as Hannah resists slightly, sounding panicked. Grave keeps her grip gentle and kind, trying not to stress her out even more, but knowing she cant allow her to potentially injure herself.

“Um… would you like… head touchies?” Grave asks in a soft voice, watching as Hannah leans back off of her knee’s slightly, allowing Grave to see her tear stained and tired face, giving her a very small nod to indicate she was okay with that.

Grave gently pushes their foreheads together, Hannah accepting the gentle touch as she continues to shake a little, trying to steady her breathing. After a minute, Hannah proceeds to slump into Grave, falling gently on her shoulder. Grave gently hugs Hannah, feeling slightly worried at how Hannah had fallen onto her, Hannah leaning into Grave, not talking.

“Cool, you aren’t dead.” Grave mutters gently, the worry being thrown from her mind as she smiles slightly. Hannah’s arms gently snake around Grave as she presses her face into Grave’s shoulder as she gently shakes, clinging onto Grave in a way Hannah had never done before. This makes Grave’s smile get bigger, her feet beginning to tap gently on the floor as Hannah starts to calm down, her shaking decreasing and her hearing coming back to her as she relaxes into the hug, shuffling closer to Grave, who feels happy that she’s starting to feel better.

“Sorry for dragging you in here…” Hannah says in a small voice as she clings to Grave, felling well enough to speak again, though it’s slightly shaky.

“You didn’t drag me in here, silly… and its fine.” Grave reassures Hannah as she gently hugs her.

“Sorry for ignoring you…” Hannah apologises, sounding more genuinely upset than Grave had ever heard her, the façade of the normal, neutral Hannah completely off now.

“It’s understandable… I’m just glad you’re okay now…” Grave reassures, making Hannah feel a little better.

“I’m fucking tired though…” Hannah jokes, though she does sound it, her voice low and quiet.

“That’s also understandable, your day kinda s u c k e d.” Grave reasons.

“Little bit…” Hannah smiles slightly as she pulls away from Grave, wiping her face. “Okay, maybe a lot…” She admits, Grave nodding.

“Yeah… but at least its kinda better now, right?” She reasons, Hannah smiling again.

“Yeah, little bit…” She admits, though she still looks exhausted.

“Good! Do you uh… do you wanna leave? We can just say that you went to like the hospital or something.” Grave offers, Hannah sighing.

“Honestly, yeah, I’m not gonna get anything done anyway, and I could use some sleep I think…” Hannah admits, a small smirk on her face.

“F u c k y e a h, close them eyeballs and enter your free trial of no brain work-” Grave jokes, making Hannah laugh genuinely.

“You’re such a weirdo.” She comments in a lighter voice as she smiles.

“I know, but so are you. Just two weirdo’s sittin in a room of rest.” Grave replies in a similar jokey fashion, making Hannah grin gently as she allows Grave to help her up off of the floor. A quick call to Iden ensured he would pick up their bags after class, as well as Hannah’s laptop, so they could walk back to the twins home uninterrupted to get some rest and ignore their responsibilities for one day.

#writing with friends #writing #my writing #original writing #not my oc #others ocs #original characters #original story #teen au #alternate universe #tw trauma #tw panic attack #tw anxiety attack #sleepisafuckinglie #House of Hell

[heller-obama]

Operation Newsboy

It’s still Saturday, so I still made the deadline I made for myself! (it’s still around the time I usually post but still)

Also, actual plot this time! Yay!

Here’s the prologue, chapter one, chapter two, and chapter three if you hadn’t read them

Chapter 4

Words: 2,204 (it’s really because the newsies plot started too)

Warnings: uhhh child labor, child abuse(?) kinda not really, cursing, this chapter isn’t as good as the others

Editing: just grammarly because this is super rushed sorry

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Barry’s Flash suit cowl hung behind his head, his face of absolute shock. To Wally’s own shock, there was something new about Barry: there was a scar running from the corner of his eye to between his nose and his lip. It was thick and pale against his tan skin.

“Wally? What the hell? Why are you in 1899?” He asked, running his hand through his hair.

“I’m here--I’m here with the Legends. What happened to your face?” Wally asked, unsure of how he felt about these circumstances.

“I’ve told you the story before,” He grumbled. “You know I don’t like to talk about it.”

“No…Barry, you haven’t.”

“Wally, don’t drag that into this,” he said.

“I don’t know what you’re…oh. Oh.” Realization dawned on Wally. “Barry…humor me. Where’d you get that scar?”

“You know how!” He said, probably a bit louder than he should. Wally gave him the just-do-it-you-big-idiot stare. “Fine! The knife fight over newsie turf, okay? Jeesh!”

“Oh, dammit,” Wally muttered. “I told you I was here with the Legends. This kid was killed when he wasn’t supposed to be, and he was supposed to ignite a strike that’d end child labor…We’re here to save the kid.”

“What do you mean, ‘end child labor’? That’s still a thing in 2017, Wally. Let alone the 20th century.”

“It’s the time ripples. This kid I’m protecting dies, then he doesn’t set off a strike in two days, and child labor isn’t abolished like it was supposed to be, in the ‘30s.”

Barry just stared at the guy he considered his brother for a few seconds.

“So…” Wally tried to break the silence. “You still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

“The goddamn Thinker,” he muttered. He didn’t offer any more insight.

“Would you look at that?” Wally teased. “The great Barry Allen, cursing like a sailor.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled and playfully punched Wally’s arm.

##*##

When Wally made it back to the Lodge(it didn’t take that long considering he ran there and back), the boys were all sitting on their beds cross-legged, mischievous grins plastered on their faces.

“Oh, no,” he muttered when he saw the boys.

“Oh, yes,” they all said.

“So why’d youse run out of ‘ere like that, eh?” Race asked.

“Uh…” Wally couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

“Youse got yourself a nickname now!” Romeo crowed.

“Speedy!” The boy who slept under Race, Sniper, called.

“Yeah!” All the boys yelled.

“Ey! Quiet down, I’s tryin’ to sleep ‘ere.” Finch said loudly.

“A’ight,” the boys mumbled.

And despite himself, Wally could feel himself smiling as he fell asleep.

##*##

Manhattan, New York

July 13, 1899

“Wally! Wally! Wally! Wally!” Wally groaned and rolled over in bed. There was a tinny voice shouting in his ear.

“Waaaaaallyyyyyyyyy!” The voice shouted, even louder this time. “Wally! Get your ass out of bed! That’s an order!” Finally, Wally stirred and recognized Sara’s voice from the comms in his ear.

“What?” He whispered, wary of waking his new friends up.

“You remember why you’re there, right? Save Jack Kelly, save the child labor ban! He’s supposed to be killed soon!”

“How long?” He whispered, shaking the sleep out of him.

“Fifteen minutes, max! Let’s go!”

Wally slipped out of bed, walking as silently as possible to the door. He opened it, then slipped out.

“Eh, New York’s fine for those who got a big, strong door to lock it out.” He could hear Jack’s voice, presumably talking to Crutchie. “But, I tell ya, Crutchie, there is a whole ‘nother way out there!” Wally stayed in hiding, not wanting to intrude on whatever conversation was going on up there. He looked around, checking to see if there were any nefarious people hanging around. But there was no one.

Jack’s voice cut through his thoughts once more. “They say folks is dyin’ to get here. Me, I’m dyin’ to get away, to a little town out west that’s spankin’ new.”

Wally’s jaw dropped. He knew that the newsies danced on random occasions, but singing? He didn’t expect that. He sat, knowing that the time assassin wouldn’t kill Jack with Crutchie around. And if Wally had anything to do with it, then he wouldn’t kill Jack at all.

“Close your eyes. Come with me. Where it’s clean and green and pretty.” Wally could hear all of Jack’s dreams laid out bare for two unexpected people to hear.

“There’s a life that’s worth the livin’. And I’m gonna do my share! Work the land! Chase the sun! Swim the whole Rio Grande just for fu-u-un!” Wally felt slightly guilty listening to something so personal, but it was worth it of he could save his new friend.

“Just hold on, kid, ‘til that train makes Sa-anta Fe.” The morning bell tolled, and Wally scooted towards the ladder to the roof. “Hey, Specs! Racer, Henry, Albert, Elmer! Get a move on! Them papes don’t sell themselves!”

Wally waited for Crutchie to climb down the ladder before he made his move.

“Oh, hey, Wally,” Crutchie said.

“I, uh, need to talk to Jack,” Wally said.

“Oookaaay,” Crutchie walked into the Lodge.

Wally started climbing the ladder, then had an idea. “Hey, Jack, I need to talk to you!”

Jack stuck his head over the ladder. “Okay?”

Wally finally reached the top of the ladder. He was at a total loss about what to say to Jack, given that he came up here on a whim. “It’s, uh, about selling spots! You, uh, haven’t told me where to sell. Or how to sell. Or who to sell to…”

Jack looked completely off-guard. “Youse…just come sell with me. I’ll teach ya the ropes.”

Secretly, Wally was happy. With or without the strike, he had an excuse to stay by Jack’s side all day. Suddenly he heard a slight noise, like a pebble being dislodged off a roof. Wally whipped his head around, but there was nothing in the pre-dawn light.

Jack was looking at him with one eyebrow raised. “Sorry, I thought I heard something.”

“Is that all?” Jack asked.

“Yeah,” he said and cleared his throat. “Uh, after you.”

When they walked through the roof access door, everyone was out already, in front of the Lodge, waiting for Jack, Wally supposed.

Wally was trailing behind Jack like a small puppy, but when he pushed open the front door, he did not get what he was expecting.

As soon as Jack stepped out of the threshold, he started singing. Again.

“It’s a crooked game we’re playin’, one we’ll never lose. ‘Long as suckers don’t mind payin’, just to get bad news.” Jack sang.

Before Wally could say anything, the other newsies joined in, too.

“Ain’t it a fine life, carryin’ the banner through it all. A mighty fine life, carryin’ the banner tough and tall. When that bell rings, we goes where we wishes, we’s as free as fishes, sure beats washin’ dishes. What a fine life, carryin’ the banner home-free all.” An unfortunate rich looking lady and her friend walked by, perfectly posed to get incessantly hit on. Which is what Romeo and Jack immediately did, of course.

“Well, hello, hello, hello, beautiful,” Romeo said.

“Woah, step aside, Romeo. Nothin’ more concerns you here.” Jack said, shoving his friend out of his way. “Mornin’, miss. May I interest you in the latest news?”

“The paper isn’t even out yet,” she said.

“Oh, but I’d be delighted to deliver it to you poisynally,” Jack said, stepping closer to the pair who was about to walk away.

Her friend looked like he was about to do something that’d probably get him a black eye, but the lady held up her hand. “I’ve got a headline for you: ‘Cheeky Boy Gets Nothing For His Troubles’.” She retorted.

Jack just walked away, still eyeing the lady.

“Hey, Crutchie,” Finch said, “what’s your leg say? Gonna rain?”

Crutchie shook his bad leg experimentally. “Uhh…no rain. Oh-oh, partly cloudy, clear by evenin’.”

“They oughta bottle this guy!” Finch cried.

“Yeah, and the limp sells 50 papes a week, all by itself.” Race added.

Crutchie looked slightly offended. “I don’t need the limp to sell papes. I got personality.” He stopped, and Wally had a feeling as to what was going to come next. “It takes a smile that spreads like butter, the kind that turns a lady’s head.”

Wally stalked over to an empty corner, trying to find an empty space to talk with Sara. “Hey, Sara,” he said into his comms.

“Wally? The kid’s not dead, is he?” Sara’s reply came quick.

“Thanks for believing in me, Sara,” he joked.

“Update? Did you find our time assassin?”

“No, but I think I heard him on the roof earlier, right after you said he was going to murder Jack.”

“Of course he was there. You kinda have to be present to assassinate someone. And since—is that singing?”

“Oh, that. Yeah, I think we’ve found a group of people weirder than us, Sara.”

“Hey, what’s the holdup? Waiting makes me antsy, I likes livin’ chancey!” Finch yelled.

“I’ll take your word on that,” Sara said.

Suddenly(and finally), the group started moving, to what Wally hoped was Newsie Square. “Gotta go, Sara.”

“Alright, just remember to be safe.” The mic crackled, and Mick’s voice came over the speaker. “Hey! Tell that little punk I want my dollar back!” Wally could hear Sara slap him on the back of the head. “Shut it, Rory.” Wally grinned as he ran to catch up with the newsies.

Much to his chagrin, they didn’t arrive at the square. It was a couple of nuns handing out coffee and biscuits. Oh, thank God! Wally thought. I’m starving! He made a mental note to either buy or steal--preferably buy--some food later, to supplement his speedster diet.

Finally, after some singing, dancing, and gymnastics, the newsies finally made it to the circulation gate.

“Hey, look, they’re putting up the headline!” Finch cried.

“I hope it’s bloody, with a nice, clear picture!” Specs replied.

“YEAH!” The boys chorused.

The headline was not, in fact, bloody or with a clear picture. It really read: ‘TROLLEY STRIKE ENTERS 3RD WEEK’. The boys all groaned.

“The trolley strike? Not again,” Elmer whined.

“Man, three weeks of the same story.” Race added.

“They’re killing us with that snoozer.” Finch jumped in, too.

Just then, two decently dressed guys wearing bowler hats that couldn’t be that older than Wally walked up. “Hey! Step aside!” they yelled.

“Oh, dear me!” Race mocked. “What is that unpleasant aroma? I fear the sewers may have backed up during the night.”

Wally figured these guys weren’t exactly buddy-buddy with the newsies.

“Or could it be…” Crutchie began, and everyone joined in.

“The Delancey brothers!”

“Hey, Oscar!” Finch called, walking up to the one with no vest on. “Word on the street says you and your brother took money to beat up striking trolley workers.”

“So? It’s honest work.” Oscar replied. Some of the newsies scoffed.

“By crackin’ the heads of defenseless workers?” Albert butted in.

“I take care of the guy who takes care of me,” Oscar replied.

Wow, it really is a dog-eat-dog world here, Wally thought.

Race got into his face. “Hey, ain’t your father one of the strikers?”

“I guess he didn’t take care of me.” Oscar pushed Race.

But before Race could retaliate, the other Delancey started attacking Crutchie. “Hey, you want some of that, too? You lousy crip!” He stole Crutchie’s crutch and shoved him to the ground.

Immediately, Jack was on him. He snatched Crutchie’s crutch back. “That is not nice, Morris!”

“Hey, five to one Jack skunks him!” Race cried indignantly, while Albert helped Crutchie up. Wally could feel his body tense up with anger.

“One unfortunate day, you might find you have a bum gam of your own,” Jack continued. “How would you like us picking on you, eh?” Jack turned towards the newsies. “Hey! Hey, maybe we should find out!” He turned back and whacked Morris in the shin with the crutch, and then spun around and whacked Oscar, too. Despite himself, Wally hissed in empathy. The newsies, however, cheered.

“Wait until we get our hands on you!” Oscar threatened.

“You gotta catch me first!” Jack yelled and took off like a shot.

“GO, JACK!” The newsies, including Wally this time, cheered. And then, inevitably, they started dancing again.

“PAPES FOR THE NEWSIES! LINE UP!” An older mustached man yelled.

“Mornin’, Weasel! You missed me?” Jack called at the front of the line.

“The name’s Wiesel,” the man spat.

“Ain’t that what I said?” Jack smirked. “I’ll take the usual.”

“100 papes for the wise guy,” Wiesel called to the Delanceys.

“How’s it going, Weasel?” Race said.

“At least call me ‘mister’.”

“I’ll call you sweetheart if you spot me 50 papes, huh?”

“Drop the cash and move along,” He said threateningly, but Race wasn’t intimidated.

He slapped a few coins on the lockbox. “Whatever happened to romance?” Race said wistfully.

“50 for the Racer. Next!”

The and the other boys went, making various ‘Weasel’ jokes.

Finally, it was Wally’s turn. He said nothing, just lightly placing a quarter on the box.

“Ah, a new kid, huh?” Wiesel said.

“He’s called Speedy,” one of the younger newsies Wally hadn’t met yet called.

“50 papes for Speedy!” Wiesel called.

Another new kid behind Wally with black hair went next. “Would’ya look at this? Two new kids in one day!”

A smaller kid popped out from behind him. “Hey, I’m new, too!”

“Don’t worry, kid, it rubs right off.” Race called.

Albert went next, making a crack about Wiesel getting into the movie business.

The new kid caused some ruckus about being short a paper, which Jack quickly resolved.

Within seconds, Jack was already trying to strike a deal with the two boys.

Wally was only half-listening, really. He was looking around the square for someone who didn’t belong. So far, the most suspicious people he saw were the Delancey brothers and Wiesel, but they didn’t exactly scream ‘time assassin’. Plus they already had a history with the boys, so…jackasses? Totally. Inter-time period assassins? No.

“Newsies! Hit the streets! The sun is up, the headline stinks, and this kid ain’t getting any younger!” Jack yelled.

Then Wally, Jack, and the two new kids, Davey and Les, headed out into the streets, gearing up for a day of selling.

#Jamie writes stuff #operation newsboy #I kinda based Barry's scar on an injury I got one time #because I was bored and because I had no other ideas #newsies #jack kelly #Katherine plumber #crutchie #crutchie morris #morris delancey #the delancey brothers #Albert dasilva #romeo #legends of tomorrow #Wally west #Barry allen #fanfic #fanfiction #writeblr

[suchdan-veryphil]

Two Worlds Collide - Dan Howell Imagine Part 4

Word Count: 1,378

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, mention of miscarriage, alluding to sex, being sick

A/N: Listen. This was up by 11:59 PM in California, so that’s all that matters guys. ANYWAYS I KNOW THIS IS A BIT OF A JUMP BUT I REALLY WANTED TO GET TO THE GOOD PART BECAUSE I LITERALLY DREAMED THIS ONCE. GUYS. G U Y S. Also lots of this was written on mobile so I did my best I’m so sorry.

Part 3

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The days with Dan were flying and I could feel myself start to come back to myself. I was smiling again, laughing at even the smallest jokes or scenarios. I could taste coffee and feel the moment that it hit my soul like I did before I got pregnant. My apartment had been cleaned, and my cabinets have been stocked. I even started taking birth control as a way to give myself extra responsibility with my own body. Plus, I wasn’t exactly willing to take any more risks since Dan and I had spent plenty of time together if you catch my drift. Dan slept over almost every night, but the nights that he’d be at home with Phil, I definitely felt a little more lonely. The first time, I stayed in bed until about noon, but once I was on my feet I was able to shower and make some lunch. Dan came back that night and I couldn’t help but brag about how well I did on my own. As a 22-year-old woman, I was a bit embarrassed but considering I had spent a month basically killing myself, it was nothing short of a milestone. The baby’s stuff had been packed up in boxes and a lot of it had been donated to a local families shelter. We kept the furniture in the room and his ducky, take home outfit and his baby blanket in a shadow box along with the most recent ultrasound. Dan and I spent hours making it look perfect, writing Matthew in the neatest cursive writing I could muster up in white paint on the top of the shadow box.  We kept it in the living room on a shelf that previously held books that I had touched maybe 3 times since I moved in two years ago. 

We talked, and we talked about just about everything. I apologized for pushing him away and he apologized for taking a month to get back to me, even though I really didn’t care about that. What I cared about was that he was here with me now. The days turned into months and things were going well. I came down with a nasty throat infection that made me feel like absolute death. My doctor put me on an antibiotic and a painkiller, and even after I started taking them, it took me weeks to recover. Dan didn’t spend a moment away from me despite my warnings that he would catch whatever the fuck I had.

“Y/N, you don’t understand that I don’t care. You need to get better.” He would say as he cuddled into me and would kiss my shoulder until I fell asleep.

There were plenty of times where things had probably gone too far for a sick person to have gone with her boyfriend, but I love him and I would have done anything he wanted me to at any time he wanted. He was my muse. And my rock.

I finally ran out of my antibiotics, but I wasn’t feeling much better. My symptoms changed, and I didn’t want to eat anything in fear that I would projectile vomit it back up. It had been 2 days since I ate anything more than a bowl of cereal. As I laid in my bed with my head in my hands, Dan sat beside me and rubbed my back.

“Love... I don’t want to insult you when I say this, but you haven’t been eating. And I know you don’t feel well, but are you sure you aren’t slipping into another meltdown?” He asked as he continued to rub my back in circles.

“No, I’m good. I mean, I’m not good. I feel like shit. But I’m good.” was all I said before I leaned into him and held my stomach. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and rested his head on top of mine.

“You haven’t been this sick since-“ I knew exactly what he was going to say so I cut him off.

“No.”

“Y/N, do you think you could be...”

“No, Daniel. I’m not.”

“I don’t think we should ignore this.” He said and pulled away to look down at me.

“Dan. Stop. I’m not pregnant. I’m not pregnant I can’t be.” I pushed him off of me and looked up at him. “I can’t be.” I could feel my heart sink into my stomach as my vision blurred with tears. Dan just hugged me and rubbed my back.

“Oh, darling.” He kissed my head and let me cry into his chest. All I could feel was his hand rubbing his hand up and down my arm as I cried at the thought of possibly being pregnant again. “If you want, I can go to the market and pick up a test. I’ll be here the whole time, and hey hey look at me.” he put his knuckle under my chin and had me look up at him. I sniffled before wiping my eyes and looking directly into his brown eyes. “I love you. We have each other, and I will not leave you.” 

I could tell by his eyes alone that he meant it, and I trusted him. So, I nodded. “Okay.” 

And with that, he wrapped me up in a blanket, kissed my forehead and told me he would be right back. He was. It took him all of fifteen minutes to leave and come back with two boxes. 

“I hope these are the right ones..” he paused and set them on the table by my bed. I took a quick glance at them and bit my lip before nodding in confirmation. 

“Yea...” 

“Well, whenever you’re ready babe.” 

“Not yet.” I sat there for a few minutes before I finally looked over at Dan and nodded. It felt like it was all in slow motion, but before I knew it I was peeing on two sticks, leaving them on the bathroom counter and setting my phone timer for five minutes. I stood in the bathroom and waited for the longest five minutes of my life. When the timer went off, I picked up the sticks and handed them to Daniel. 

“I can’t look,” I said as I shoved them into his hand and sat on the bed beside him. 

A few moments of silence passed before I felt him pull me into him. “They’re both positive, love,” he whispered. I could feel my entire body start shaking as he rocked us back and forth. 

“Dan, I can’t do this again. I can’t lose another baby.” I sobbed as wiped my eyes. He got off the bed and kneeled in front of my knees. 

“Hey, hey. Listen to me. You are so strong and you can do this.” he said as he squeezed my knee reassuringly. “We are going to do this and we are going to love every second of it. You have such a wonderful heart, and your resilience is absolutely unfathomable. We’re doing this together and nothing is going to get in between us. I love you, and I mean it. I will do anything in my power to make you happy.” he paused and I finally looked down at him. He was smiling a little bit and I could see that he was actually happy about this, despite being fearful. 

“Dan...” I paused and rested my forehead against his. “I’m so scared.” 

“Me too, darling. Me too.” 

“We’re gonna be alright, though. Right?” I asked, sniffling and wiping my nose with the back of my hand. 

“Of course we are. We’re always going to be alright. That’s the glorious part of us. We are always going to be alright because we will always have each other. We got this.” he reassured me before leaning up and wiping my cheeks. I just nodded my head and looked down. 

“I guess this could be okay,” I admitted and ran my hand over my nauseous stomach as I thought about us having another baby. Things were different this time. We had experienced a traumatic event, and we survived it. Together. We saw one another at our lowest points and we still loved each other. We would always love each other and we would always be alright.

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[stripedfionn]

my bed sheets smell like you.

prompt: was thinking somethin like u n Fionn are friends but after a while u guys begin getting intimate n Fionn always seems to go to u whenever hes stressed/frustrated or whatever n at first it was exhilarating having this little thing going on w him but after a while he keeps going n going to u but then u begin to feel stupid/used so you start avoiding him n he slowly begins to notice so he talks to u bout it n u angrily say that u feel used n that u've actually developed feelings for him. (i.e. the one where they’re friends with benefits)

author’s note: hello! sorry I haven’t been around much the last couple of days. I haven’t felt very well! but I wrote this today, so here yall go! hope you enjoy :)

// It started off as a joke at a party. It was Fionn’s birthday, and he was pissed out of his mind. They both were, actually. And Fionn had kissed her, partially as a joke and partially because she was pretty and one of his best mates. He’d always been on the affectionate side with the people closest in his life. He’d always liked hugs and kisses on the cheeks. Her and Fionn had cuddled more times than she could even count. It always seemed normal with him. The first time she slept with him, she told herself it was an accident. One that, admittedly, was great, but it was still an accident. They’d both been a bit tipsy, and she’d agreed to stay at his for the night before they even left the pub. By the time they were walking back to his, his arm was already slung around her shoulder, and he was whispering in her ear. He’d been quite stressed out, so she blamed it on that. He needed a way to escape and if it was for one night with her, she wouldn’t complain. She hadn’t shagged anyone in ages either, she was too busy and never really found anyone interesting enough to take home. So, it worked for both of them. He rang her when he was stressed out or when he didn’t want to go to be alone. She rang him when she was lonely or when she saw her ex at her favourite coffee shop and her heart hurt. The thing was, it was destined to fail eventually. Someone was going to fall, someone was going to catch feelings. As much as neither of them wanted that to be the case, it was. It lasted two months before she realized that something wasn’t right anymore. She had hoped it would be her. There had been days when she thought maybe he was going to call it off because he’d felt something more than just friends. But, no. It happened to her first. They were in bed, she still hadn’t caught her breath and Fionn was holding her. He pressed a kiss into her temple, “You’re incredible,” he whispered to her. It was small, but she felt something pull in her chest. Something that she hadn’t felt with Fionn before. Something that made her eyes focus on the wall across from the bed and just stare for a minute. She told herself she wouldn’t be the one to catch feelings. She fucking made sure of it. And there she was, laid next to him, naked, and all of a sudden realizing what was going on in her own head. Her first instinct was to run the fuck away. The idea of having feelings for Fionn was too fucked up to even think about. They were mates. She shouldn’t have even started shagging him. The whole thing had been fucking ridiculous and now she was in the shitty situation. She snuck out as soon as Fionn was asleep. // The first week without speaking to him was fine. She was busy with work, and she figured he was as well. He texted a few times, but she didn’t answer. Her plan was to ignore him until her head had straightened itself out. Unfortunately, that didn’t work, though. It had been two weeks since she’d been in bed with him. There were six ignored texts from him in her phone and three missed calls. She hoped that he would just forget about it and get the message that she was done. It was done. He didn’t though, because why would he? He showed up at her flat at nine at night on a Tuesday. When there had been a knock at her door she had assumed it was her downstairs neighbour complaining about nonexistent noise again. But, when she pulled the door open, Fionn was stood there. She just blinked at him, unsure of what to say. She didn’t have to say anything though, because he was the first one to speak. “You’re ignoring me,” he deadpanned, looking a bit uncomfortable standing outside of the door in the corridor. “Yet you’re still at my flat,” she huffed, annoyed with herself because she wanted to let him in, but more annoyed with him for not getting the fucking hint. Fionn frowned, “Wait, so you are ignoring me?” She just groaned, “What do you want, Fionn?” She wasn’t in the mood, she’d worked a 10-hour shift, and she wanted to get ready for bed. “I wanna know why you haven’t answered me texts or my calls for the last two weeks.” It wasn’t that she didn’t know what to say, she just wasn’t sure how to say it properly, “Because. Because I think it’s best if whatever was going on ended.” He just furrowed his eyebrows, “Have I done something?” The fact that he felt as if it was his fault drove her a little over the deep end, “Jesus, no. You didn’t do anything.” “I-I haven’t made you feel shitty, have I?” He looked mortified, “You know you’re more than just that to me-“ She wanted to stop listening, “Fionn, really. You haven’t done anything.” He was confused, “Then how come-“ The problem was, she was fed up, “Because! I like you, yeah? And I don’t think you like me the same way.”

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detention date

 pairing: reader x kyungsoo

prompt: highschool!au

a/n: inspired by @niminii honestly i cannot believe u got that hella long detention that one time lmao!! anyways i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but excuse any slip ups if i forgot to change pronouns :( feedback is always appreciated!! it’s 6/27- i didnt rly know how to end this im just finishing it after i started it months ago and i wanted to post it so the ending is so ??? sry sry

“He’s staring at you again,” your friend teased, her words floating past her lips in a hushed, sing-song tone. Warmth rose to your cheeks in an instant, your eyes struggling to remain fixed on your teacher at the front of the room. It took every ounce of self-control in your body to resist the urge to shift your gaze an inch to meet his eyes.

Whispers and laughter began to exchange between three boys across the room, behind Kyungsoo, the boy who was supposedly looking your way. 

“Dude, Kyungsoo, there’s no way you haven’t been caught. Y/N’s not stupid!” Sehun hissed. His statement was followed by a loud laugh as he saw your gaze shift, following the sound of your name in their conversation.

A smirk danced on your lips, shaking your head and continuing your notes.

At least he’s trying to be subtle.

The shrill ring of the bell resonated in every classroom and in the vacant hallways, indicating the end of class.

Being in no rush, you took your time, placing your possessions back into your bag gently. Your friend tapped your shoulder before she left, glancing in Kyungsoo’s direction and shooting you a wink. “Save the poor boy some trouble, just talk to him once. I’m sure he’s a sweet guy, just a little shy, looking for a little love...”

“Shut up!” you squealed, sending her off with a playful slap on the arm as she waved and vanished behind the doorframe.

Once all your belongings were back in your bag, you thanked your teacher and began to leave. A shy voice called your name, halting your steps as you spun around, a curious smile on your face as you responded, “Hm?”

Kyungsoo stood at his desk, his belongings still sprawled out on his desk. His hands were stiffly placed into a somewhat natural pose- one resting at his side, the other, bashfully running through his short hair. His friends nudged his side, causing his face to quickly contort in pain from the small jab and rub his rib. 

“Kyungsoo,” one of his friends, Chanyeol, prodded, hoping to finally get his friend to at least say one word to you before leaving.

“Oh, right! Bye, Y/N!” the short boy quickly blurted, a rosy hue erupting on his cheeks as his gaze lowered. His hands worked to shove his notebooks into his backpack as he silently prayed that Sehun, Chanyeol, and Jongin wouldn’t make too much fun of him for what just happened. 

A soft giggle bubbled past your lips as you grinned, “See you tomorrow, Kyungsoo.”

“Where’s the lover?” Sehun whispered as he slid his slender body into the metal chair, glancing around the room for you. He had slept in and took his time with getting ready, seeing how he was already late. It was not an unusual sight to see Sehun arrive to class late; however, it was unusual to see you late, let alone, absent.

“Mr. Oh, I may be facing the board, but my ears aren’t facing anywhere and can hear exceptionally well. It’s nice of you to join us 40 minutes after we’ve begun, and it would be even better if you could join me in detention after school for half an hour.”

The entire class stifled their laughter as Sehun muttered out a profanity, slumping into his chair. 

“That’s your eighth one,” Jongin pressed, “in two weeks.” 

“Glad you can count, Jongin,” Sehun snapped as he pulled down the bill of his cap, “but is Y/N seriously not here? I was looking forward to making jokes...”

Minutes seemed to pass and as the minute hand of the analog clock signaled the beginning of another hour, a riot of footsteps echoed through the halls before the classroom door slammed open. All eyes in the room shifted towards the door, your classmates and friends finding your outfit of flip-flops, sweatpants and a jacket, to be amusing. 

“Hi, sorry, I slept in and I didn’t even realize-”

“Y/N! Glad you can join us today. Did you get a nice bit of extra sleep?”

“I did,” you mumbled, the heat in your cheeks making the room feel uncomfortably hot. You slowly walked to your seat and attempted to shrink before your teacher’s voice called out to you for a second time. 

“Well, since you got extra sleep, I take it that you won’t be too tired today?”

“I guess not..?” 

“That’s perfect! Because I have a lot of work for you to do after school, for an hour, in detention.”

Mortified, you let out a groan and rested your head on your desk.

Sleeping in, detention? You just need one good thing to come out of today.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, the group of four boys plotted a plan.

“Just get detention, Kyungsoo. It’s not even that bad. Well, I mean, it’s not bad as long as it’s not an hour long.” Chanyeol suggested, his last sentence sending two boys into a frenzy of laughter, and one into a train of deep thought.

“How do I get detention? Class is almost over..” Kyungsoo wondered aloud, his plump lips quirking as he thought.

“Just be obnoxious,” Jongin stated, “like this,”

Before Kyungsoo could even ask him what he meant, Jongin raised his voice. 

“Kyungsoo! You’re so funny, thanks for showing me this video! Can you link me, bro? I can’t believe the teacher hasn’t caught you yet...”

You looked up at the group of boys and laughed, their childish antics brightening your mood a bit. They were always troublemakers in your class, and today, they seemed to be stirring up mischief once again.

“Jongin, would you like to serve detention with your friend after school?”

The tan boy’s lips curved into a proud smile, his head eagerly nodding in approval of the idea. “Yes, I’d love to! Can Chanyeol and Kyungsoo get detention with us too?”

Your teacher grumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes, “Sure, whatever, just keep quiet and pay attention. I don’t want to hear from you the rest of class.”

Detention began and you sat uncomfortably in your chair, your eyes darting around the room. Your detention ‘buddies’ had yet to arrive, and you were secretly praying they would show up quickly. Saying detention is boring is an understatement, it’s beyond tiring and a waste time.

“Hi, Y/N,” a small voice greeted from the doorway. You raised your head and smiled, responding to Kyungsoo with a similar greeting.

“What are you doing here? Did you actually get detention because of Jongin?” you asked, feeling pity for the poor boy. He did nothing but got dragged into a punishment for no reason.

“No, actually- I mean, I kinda- I’m just, I came to see...”

“See what?”

“See..if..you..were...here...”

Your lips curved into an “O” shape, your head tilting to the side in confusion.

“Why?”

The flustered boy scuffed at the floor with his shoes, “I wanted to, um, maybe talk or something. You know, because this is detention and it gets boring, so I just wanted to keep you company and talk to the guys. And talk to you, of course, yeah. I just wanted to see if you were here...”

He looked up from the floor and he felt his heart warm at the sight of you bashfully grinning, a soft dash of pink decorating your cheeks. 

“You came to detention because you wanted to talk to me? Like a detention date?” you joked, feeling flattered nonetheless that a cute boy like Kyungsoo liked you enough to stay an hour in detention with you.

“Yeah,” he mumbled in response. Embarrassed would be the perfect word to describe how he was feeling, but bearing through it meant that he could possibly spend time with you, he was okay with it.

“Well, what are you waiting for,” you questioned, smiling as you pulled out the chair next to you. “Sit down, Kyungsoo. Detention’s about to start.”

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Back 2 U -- Taeyong Soulmate AU

A/N: A soulmate au (first words your soulmate says are on your wrist in black and turn white when they’re said) with Taeyong of NCT. This is my first venture into writing for groups other than Seventeen so I hope you enjoy! If you do, don’t be afraid to send me feedback or a request!

I used a member of another group simply to have a name to use! I am in no way trying to slander that member or the group.

Trigger warning: Unhealthy relationship (not with Taeyong, don’t worry)

Genre: slight angst, fluff-ish

Pairing: Reader x Taeyong

Word Count: 4k+

Out of all the collections of words, numbers, and letters there were in the world, you thought that 1:27 A.M. was the least romantic pairing one could have inked on their wrist. Your friends seemed to agree.

“Come on, Y/N, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!” Donghyuck insisted, reaching out to grab your wrist and pull you back down into your seat.

You were at McDonald’s late at night with your friends, trying to ignore your constantly ringing phone that sat on the table before you.

“He’s an idiot.” Mark added, trying to make you laugh and forget Donghyuck’s teasing over your tattoo. Donghyuck hit his shoulder,  but didn’t disagree, which sent you into a fit of giggles.

“You should turn it off.” Jaehyun said from his place to your left, nodding his head toward the phone.

He was the most transparent in his concern for you, though Johnny was a close second. Mark and Donghyuck seemed mostly angry at your boyfriend, Jiyong, for leading to your current situation.

Your relationship with Jiyong had never been a calm one. You knew he was wild at heart - in fact, you had met him at a club and had hooked up that very night after some drunken dancing. He was closed off at times and emotional and clingy at others. From the start, Donghyuck had been vocally against the relationship. He insisted Jiyong was a player and, in his words, a douche. But you were in love and still are, though that’s now causing problems for you.

“I know you’re cheating on me.” Jiyong spat angrily as soon as you entered your shared apartment. You had just come home from a busy day at work and all you want to do was come home, change into sweats, and cuddle with your loving boyfriend. That seemed to be far from reality.

“What are you talking about?” You asked, looking at Jiyong oddly. He scoffed and took a sip from the beer bottle he held in his hand. You mentally cursed at the sight of it. A drunk Jiyong was either the best or the worst. It amplified his already intense emotions.

“Mark called.” He said simply. “Forgot a sweater over at his dorm? Of fucking course you did.”

“What are you implying?” You asked in astonishment and disbelief. Of all the people he could target, of course he had to go after Mark – your best friend who was also the nicest person you knew.

“That you’re a whore.” Jiyong hissed, slamming his beer bottle onto the table beside him and standing abruptly, swaying slightly. “You slept with Mark, didn’t you? That’s where you were just now – not at work!”

“Do you even hear yourself?” You scoffed, shaking your head at how ridiculous his accusations were. “I always come home from work at 8 on Fridays! And I would never cheat on you! I love you – we’ve been dating for almost a year!”

“Shut up!” Jiyong yelled, not wanting to listen to your reasoning. “I work so damn hard to buy you nice things and this is how you repay me?”

He had drunken tears flowing from his eyes. The hardest thing for you to do was to watch him cry. Whenever you fought, it was like any argument you had would fade at the sight of his tears.

“Jiyong, I love you. You have to believe that I would never hurt you like that.” You promised, your heart breaking at the sight of him.

Jiyong worked hard – you knew that. His label pushed him beyond his limits and he drank and partied to cope. He was so emotional and raw and that’s what you loved about him. All you wanted to do was make him happy. Making him this upset made you feel guilty – like maybe you shouldn’t meet up with Mark and Donghyuck as often as you do.

“Get out of my fucking apartment!” Jiyong yelled suddenly, breaking you from your thoughts.

You stared at him incredulously.

“Babe, I-“

“Don’t fucking “babe” me! Get the fuck out! You think I can’t find another slut like you in the club? You’re just a cheap whore who will jump on any idol’s dick! Get out!” He screamed, pointing at the door you’d just entered from. You gripped your phone tightly in your hand and felt tears gathering in your eyes as you slammed the door behind you.

The only person you could think to call was the same person you’d just been accused of sleeping with – Mark.

“Hello?” Mark answered on the fifth ring and he seemed out of breath. Most likely, he was practicing late in the SM building, as he usually did.

“Mark,” Your bottom lip quivered as you tried to hold back tears. “Jiyong threw me out.”

“What? Where are you – are you okay?” Mark asked in a rush. You heard Donghyuck and Johnny in the background asking what was going on.

“I don’t know what to do! I have nowhere to go!” You said, tears now falling. Sobs racked through your body and you heard Mark muttering assurances to you as you cried.

“Jaehyun’s going to drive us to pick you up. Go to the coffee shop across the street. We’ll be there soon.” Mark assured before hanging up and leaving you to cry as you waited for them.

 Luckily, (or not, depending on how you think about it) Mark and the others were more than willing to let you stay at their dorm. It was crowded and rowdy, but you were surrounded by positivity and the best friends anyone could ask for.

With the support of your friends, you were determined to finally end things with Jiyong and move on. They’d even offered to go apartment hunting with you. Unfortunately, Jiyong seemed determined to patch things up with you. He’d even stopped by at the dorm the morning after the fights and tried to talk to you.

That leads you to where you currently are, sitting with your friends with a buzzing phone, trying to forget how badly you wanted to answer the phone and get back with Jiyong. It was two days after Jiyong threw you out and you were almost ready to give in.

“I’m just leaving it on in case someone else messages me.” You said, only half telling the truth. In truth, you actually wanted to see what Jiyong was saying to you. You were pretty sure that if he apologized sincerely, you’d take him back.

“Who else is going to text you? We’re your only friends.” Donghyuck quipped, earning a snicker from Mark and Johnny. Jaehyun shook his head and sent him a sharp look, clearly thinking you couldn’t handle Donghyuck’s humor at the moment.

“You say that, but we’re also your only friends, Donghyuck.” Johnny laughed. Donghyuck glared at him while the rest of you laughed at the comeback.

Johnny smiled at you as you laughed and you sent him a thankful look.

“I should just answer your phone and tell him off.” Donghyuck remarked, referring to your phone. You rolled your eyes. If you have a dollar for every time one of them had said that exact same thing, you’d be almost as rich as your friends are.

“It’s Y/N’s place to talk to him when she’s ready.” Jaehyun pointed out in your defense.

“And when is that going to be?” Donghyuck muttered, taking a large bite from his burger afterwards in an almost sulking manner.

“Soon,” You said, though you didn’t completely believe yourself.

“He’s not your soulmate, right?” Johnny asked. You and Johnny had just became friends recently so he didn’t know much about your life, unlike Donghyuck and Mark, who knew you inside and out. Even Jaehyun had known you for almost two years now.

“No. I haven’t met my soulmate yet.” You answered, your right hand immediately going to your left wrist, where the numbers were inked. They remained plain - simply thin, black lines versus the white they’d become once you met your soulmate.

“I’ve been telling you to let us post flyers around Seoul so you can find your soulmate quicker!” Donghyuck joked. You laughed, but his suggestion was actually something he said a lot. He seemed convinced that if you found your soulmate, you’d forget all about Jiyong.

“You do it first and then I’ll let you.” You retorted.

“I’m an idol! If I do that, girls will go out and get fake matching tattoos just to lie and say they’re my soulmate,” Donghyuck argued, though you’d heard it before.

Donghyuck’s tattoo was in English, you discovered a few years ago when you two met. You’d hit it off so well the two of you insisted on comparing soulmate tattoos.

“I’m going to pray for your soulmate. They’re in for a long ass ride with you.” You said, causing Donghyuck to snort and Mark to chuckle at your reference to his rap.

“You’re such a -”

“Y/N! There you are, I’ve been calling you all day!”

Jiyong’s voice overpowered Donghyuck’s insult. You whipped around to see Jiyong entering the restaurant and walking quickly over to your table.

His hair was pink this week and he dressed as though he was on a catwalk instead of roaming the streets of Seoul late at night. A black mask covered the bottom half of his face and sunglasses covered his eyes in an attempt to disguise him from the masses.

“Jiyong, I -”

“Why are you here with these guys?” Jiyong demanded upon reaching your table. He grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet so you stood beside him.

Donghyuck stood from his chair quickly, anger apparent on his face. The rest of your friends followed suit.

“Jiyong, we’re just eating.” You answered, trying to placate them. He and Mark had already exchanged some heated words over the phone and the last thing you wanted was for them to fight and be all over the gossip blogs and news sites.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” Jiyong asked, his breath smelling of alcohol and cigarettes. “I’ve been worried about you!”

“If you’re so worried, why’d you throw her out?” Johnny growled. Jiyong released your arm and turned to face Johnny, anger rolling off him in waves.

Jiyong felt as though he was better than everyone, but especially those new to the music industry. Your friends seemed to be at the top of the list of people Jiyong hated as well, making this situation very bad.

“Who do you think you are?” Jiyong asked. “This is about our relationship and has nothing to do with you.”

“Jiyong, let’s go outside and talk.” You offered, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from your friend. Jiyong stormed outside with you in tow, his footsteps heavy, as if weighed down by his anger. You heard Donghyuck and Mark angrily whispering as you exited the restaurant.

You and Jiyong stood in the cold night air, illuminated by the bright neon lights of the McDonald’s sign. Before you could even take a moment to think, Jiyong was already pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I love you so much. Please don’t leave me.” Jiyong said, his voice wavering as if he was on the verge of tears.

Despite knowing better, you looped your arms around his waist and pressed your face into his chest. You breathed his scent - leather, cigarettes, and his favorite cologne - and felt suddenly as though it would be silly to throw away your relationship over one argument.

Besides, you thought, wasn’t Jiyong right to be at least a little jealous over how much time you spent with your friends?

“Come home with me.” Jiyong said in tears, pulling away just enough for him to cup your face in his hands. His sunglasses were off now and you could see the emotion in his eyes.

“I -”

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called out from your left, further down the street. It was Doyoung, one of Mark’s friends who lived in the dorm you were crashing at.

“Why are you outside? You’re going to get sick.” Taeil another boy from the dorm, added with a smile. With them was another boy. He was Taeyong, who you hadn’t spoken with and hadn’t even really been in the same room with. You weren’t sure if he was just shy around strangers, but he hadn’t even introduced himself to you.

“G-Dragon-seonbae?” Doyoung asked in confusion, seeing you two in a rather intimate position. Jiyong stepped back from you immediately and wiped away the tears on his face quickly. His sunglasses shielded his expression of pure embarrassment from the others.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked the others as they approached.

“Jaehyun told us you were getting food and we’re starving.” Doyoung answered, eyeing Jiyong in confusion all the while.

“Isn’t it a little late to be eating? What time is it, anyway?” You asked, realizing you’d left your phone inside.

“1:27 AM,” Taeyong answered. You were surprised by how deep and grounding his voice was. You’d only ever heard it in songs. It sounded familiar and almost comforting to you – like someone was wrapping you in a blanket.

Taeyong looked only vaguely different with a bare face and wearing sweat pants and a plain t-shirt. You were stunned to find he was still very good looking, his kind doe eyes shining brightly despite the dim lighting.

“I’m going back to the apartment. Are you coming home tonight?” Jiyong asked, interrupting your thoughts of Taeyong. You hesitated as you turned to face him.

“I don’t know.” You answered truthfully, holding your breath as you waited for Jiyong’s response. He scoffed.

“I’m taking you back after you left me all alone and that’s all you have to say?” Jiyong demanded. Behind Jiyong, you saw Taeyong’s eyes narrow.

“Forget it. Don’t come home.” Jiyong hissed before stomping over to his car that was parked nearby and driving off.

“Is everything alright?” Doyoung asked suspiciously, knowing about your current situation with Jiyong. You shrugged honestly.

“I have no idea.”

You arrived back at the dorm at 2:30 A.M. that night. Mark and Haechan were livid that Jiyong had shown up out of the blue, though it wasn’t very shocking since the McDonald’s you were at happened to be very close to the apartment you and Jiyong shared.

Despite their reluctance, Taeyong ushered them off to bed soon after you arrived back at the dorm. Soon enough, you found yourself in the living room alone, wrapped up in a spare blanket while the boys went to bed.

Half an hour later, you were still awake and heard a door open. Taeyong slipped out of his room, his face looking as though he’d just seen a ghost. You sat up and hesitated, wondering if you should ask him what was wrong. You two weren’t close at all, you realized, and it might be too personal for him to share with an almost stranger.

“Taeyong?” You asked, deciding to at least try and make conversation. Taeyong stood in the doorway leading into the living room, seemingly alone in his own thoughts. Your voice gained his attention and he glanced up at you.

“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry.” Taeyong said sincerely. You shook you head quickly, wanting him to stay and keep you company.

“No, I was already up.” You assured him. “Can’t sleep either?”

He shook his head and moved into the living room, shutting the door leading to his room softly, as several others were sleeping inside. He took a seat on the ground before you nervously, his mind preoccupied.

“Are you okay?” He asked, surprising you with his concern for you. You nodded, though you weren’t sure you truly were alright.

“Are you going to get back together with G-Dragon-seonbae?” He finally looked at you straight on, his eyes boring into yours. You almost wanted to look away due to the intensity of his expression, but didn’t.

You really weren’t expecting him to ask about your life. It took you a moment to formulate an answer.

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly. “Most likely I’m not. I just…”

You paused and sighed deeply, swept up in your confusing emotions once more. Taeyong nodded thoughtfully, waiting for you to continue. You felt as though you had his full attention – as if you were the only person in the world in that moment. It was so alien to you that someone would be this raptly interested in you.

“He’s not good for me.” You admitted. “Plus, Donghyuck’s always bugging me about my soulmate, and I guess he’s kind of right. I should leave Jiyong now while I have my friends supporting me. Who knows – maybe my soulmate’s just waiting for me to leave him.”

You laughed lightly at your own lame suggestion and were surprised to find Taeyong giving you a small smile. Your heart hammered in your chest, butterflies blossoming in the pit of your stomach at his smile. You hadn’t felt this way in a while, if you were honest. It helped that Taeyong was so different from Jiyong and also very good-looking.

“But enough about me.” You said, trying to draw the conversation away from any topic that might make you cry. “What’s on your mind?”

Taeyong’s expression returned to a neutral one, which seemed to be the expression you were most familiar with seeing on his face.

“Soulmates,” He said simply. You nodded in understanding. At your age, everyone was obsessed with finding their soulmate. It was all your friends (aside from Donghyuck, Mark, and the others) would talk about when you met up with them.

“It must be hard being an idol and trying to find your soulmate.” You agreed. He hummed in acknowledgement. “What does your quote say?”

His eyes met yours again and you were shocked that your heart raced once more at his intense expression. Even if his face was neutral, it was like his eyes held all his emotion. It was almost like being sucker punched – the loss of breath and the adrenaline.

Taeyong slid closer to where you sat and held out his arm, which was covered by the thick sleeve of his sweater.

When the sleeve was pulled up and your eyes scanned over the words, your breath caught in your throat.

In white ink, the words ““Isn’t it a little late to be eating? What time is it, anyway?” were written on Taeyong’s skin. You immediately felt in your heart that those words had left your mouth – that they had been the first words Taeyong had truly listened to you say to him. You didn’t even have to pull back your own sleeve to know that the “1:27 A.M.” would look similar.

Taeyong remained silent, knowing that you had put the pieces together. He slid his sleeve back down, his back resting on the sofa from his place on the floor. You remained wrapped up in a blanket barely a few inches away from him, your brain racing.

“I…” You stopped and started speaking several times, only to not get past that same word time and time again. What was there to say?

You and Taeyong were soulmates. You had barely said a handful of words to each other. He was an idol and astonishingly beautiful. You were dating Jiyong. You were strangers.

A door opened quickly across the living room. A sleepy-eyed Yuta stumbled out of his room and looked at you and Taeyong in confusion. He muttered something about the bathroom and stumbled out of the room, leaving you in awkward silence.

“Y/N…” Taeyong began speaking and, like you, couldn’t finish his sentence.

“I need some time.” You said simply. He nodded and looked down at the floor in thought. “Can we talk about this tomorrow?”

“Of course, sorry. Good night.” He said, getting up and going into his room without another word.

You felt like an asshole.

You went to the apartment you shared with Jiyong the next day. You sent him a rather long text saying that you just couldn’t be with him anymore. You ended things and planned on packing up your things as quickly as possible, before he could convince you to stay with him. The revelation about Taeyong just cemented what you had already known was supposed to happen.

Mark and Jaehyun took you apartment hunting the same day. You came up empty, but it was progress. Most of the guys even helped you pack up your things in Jiyong’s apartment, including Taeyong. You put them all into storage until you could get an apartment, but Jaehyun and Johnny promised they’d help you move in whenever that happened.

You decided you couldn’t stay in the crowded NCT dorm forever and instead got a hotel room not far away. Donghyuck hated not being able to tease you all day from the convenience of his dorm, but you knew he’d just annoy you via text anyway.

You didn’t talk to Taeyong the day after discovering you were soulmates. You met his eyes several times, but it seemed as though you both knew you weren’t ready yet. It seemed he was giving you plenty of time to think, which you were actually very thankful for. Moving on from Jiyong wasn’t going to happen in a day or even a month. Taeyong understood that.

Jiyong called you later that night. You answered despite yourself, prepared for him to be in tears and begging for you to take him back.

“Your boyfriend stopped by today.” Jiyong hissed angrily over the phone. Your brows furrowed in confusion. “He told me to stay away from you. Guess you really were cheating on me, huh?”

“I never cheated on you!” You replied.

“Then it’s just a coincidence that Tae-fucking-yong shows up with a white soulmate tattoo and tells me to leave you alone? When did you find out, huh? Were you hiding this from me for weeks? Months?” Jiyong demanded. You scoffed.

How had you ever loved someone like him, you wondered. He was cocky and arrogant and seemed to think the world was out to get him. You didn’t understand how you made it past the first date with him.

Jiyong ranted for a while before you hung up with a laugh. Thank god he wasn’t your soulmate.

The next time you saw Taeyong was a week after dumping Jiyong. You were meeting up with Donghyuck, Mark, Jaehyun, and the others to celebrate finding an apartment. It was nearly midnight when you let them all into your new place. Though it was mostly empty, their excitement had you feeling like you had just won the lotto.

Taeyong gave you a small smile from across the room, his arm covered in a black, long-sleeved shirt. You almost wished he would approach you and save you from Johnny and Donghyuck making dumb puns.

“Hey,” Mark interrupted, looking at you oddly. “What’s going on with you?”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You’ve been giving Taeyong heart eyes all night.” Donghyuck agreed. You felt your face heat up at their accusations.

“I have not!” You defended, causing Johnny to snort.

“You actually have. It’s giving me major secondhand embarrassment.”

“Shut up!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. Yuta approached you, marching across the room from where he had previously been talking to Taeyong and Taeil.

“Hey, can you go talk to Taeyong already? He won’t shut up about you!” Yuta exclaimed, causing everyone in the room to look directly at you and Taeyong.

“Whenever we tell a joke, he always mentions how much you’d laugh at it!” Taeil agreed.

“I do not!” Taeyong objected, though his red face said otherwise.

“Yeah, you don’t want to know how many times he asked Mark to text you yesterday to see if you were okay!” Winwin chirped. Taeyong’s face found its way into his hands, hiding his expression from you.

You smiled despite how cringe-worthy others might think their stories sounded. The fact that Taeyong was talking about you and worried about you was enough to make your heart race uncontrollably.

“Just kiss already.” Johnny muttered, causing Jaehyun and Mark to laugh loudly. You chuckled and rolled your eyes, a blush spreading across your face.

You met Taeyong’s eyes and gestured for him to follow you into the next room, desperate to get away from the jerks you called friends. He followed you into what would eventually become your bedroom, though it was currently empty.

“I’m sorry.” Taeyong said as soon as the door was closed. You laughed and shook you head.

“You don’t need to be sorry.” You assured him. “It’s nice to know you think about me, actually.”

He smiled and stole glances at you before looking back at the floor like a nervous middle schooler.

“I have to be honest.” You said, looking at him directly, hoping he’d meet your gaze. “Getting over Jiyong isn’t going to be easy. But I’m happy you’re my soulmate.”

Taeyong’s face lit up, his eyes meeting yours. You noticed that his nose crinkled as he smiled and that made your heart melt. He reminded you of a puppy with his emotion-filled eyes and cute expression. Wow, you thought, you’d really lucked out on getting Taeyong as a soulmate.

“Thank you. I’m glad you’re my soulmate too.”

“We should get to know each other. There’s a cute shaved ice place around the corner.” You offered nervously. Taeyong’s smile widened.

“It’s a date.”

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