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Benny!!!! Love how you draw the guy!!! Your art is wonderful!

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#[does a gay little radical pose to piss you off] #i forgor if this is actually his radical pose sprite or not. but it was in the rips i had and it was fun so i drew it <3 #lisa #lisa the hopeful #ask #benny oberwinch #art tag #the reqs are still open !! please send them in this was the only other one i got my ask box is req free again ! #i keep changing how i wanna draw benny. removed the patches from his pants this time so they look more like leather #also i change the placement of the patches on his jacket every time. but its fine. its fine #ok i need to wake up in like 6 hours for my lecture so uh. goodnight and thank you for the req !!!!!! [:

[iwritesickfic]

"i kinda have a crush"

synopsis: Henry has a crush on his roommate's best friend Tom. When he gets sick, he's not sure whether Tom's concern means he feels the same.

Henry doesn't have time for a cold. Especially not now. Finals start next week, and between studying for exams, finishing final projects, and going to class, pretty much all his time is going to be occupied. Today, he woke up with a headache and a sore throat, which he's trying to convince himself is just a product of poor sleep, but deep down he knows is just the beginning of something worse to come.

Now, he's in his room, wrapped in his comforter and highlighting passages in his bio textbook, hearing his roommate Sam and his loud friends watching something equally loud in the living room. It's useless trying to ask them to quiet down - he learned after the sixth or seventh time asking that even though they all seem accommodating, they forget pretty quickly. Normally he'd be able to tune them out, but his steadily worsening headache is making it near impossible.

He gets up and starts pulling on clothes - the walk to the library may be freezing, but at least he'll get some quiet. Leaving his room, he's aware of how pissed off he must look, but he doesn't care enough to feign politeness to Sam and his friends.

He heads to the kitchen and grabs his travel mug - he's going to need coffee if he's going to last at the library. He's just filling it up when he hears a voice behind him.

"Hey! Henry! I didn't know you were home!" It's Tom. He's probably Sam's best friend - at the very least, he's the friend who's over more than anyone else. Henry suppresses a sigh. Tom is the exact kind of guy he doesn't like. Bro-y, athletic, always overly friendly to everyone - it just comes off as phony. It also just so happens that guys like this are always very attractive, and Tom is no exception. He turns around to grab milk from the fridge.

"Hey," he says, trying not to sound as annoyed as he feels.

"If I knew you were here I would've been a little quieter - you have finals coming up too, right?" Tom asks, leaning against the door frame in that way he always does.

"Mmhmm. It's fine. I'm going to the library." Talking to Tom is not helping the throbbing in his head. He starts to add the sugar and milk to his coffee.

"Are you sure? I can ask the guys to quiet down."

"No, it's fine." He snaps the cover onto his coffee and starts toward the door.

"Alright, well have a good day!"

"Thanks, you too." When he closes the front door he sighs, rubbing his eyes. He starts down the stairs. Being around people like that is exhausting on a normal day - Henry's always been quiet. Reserved. With the beginnings of a cold it's almost aggravating.

The frigid air outside makes his throat burn and his eyes water. His nose starts to run too, and he hopes it's just the temperature and not a new symptom. Knowing his luck he's going to be the one annoying person in the library constantly sniffling.

His time at the library is mostly uneventful, apart from going through a pack of travel tissues and getting dirty looks from other students. By the time they're ready to close, he feels significantly worse than he did this morning, but he's finished his biology review and is almost done with a paper for Transformative Design.

The trudge home feels like it takes forever - it's only about a 15 minute walk, but between the cold and feeling like crap it seems neverending. He can hear from the hallway outside the apartment that Sam's friends are still here, which makes him want to tear his hair out.

It's almost midnight when they leave, so it's only about that time he can get to sleep. He has class the next morning at 8, and when he wakes up with his alarm, he knows he's in for a full blown cold. His head still aches, and his sinuses feel sore and swollen. His throat kills too, and he feels shivery, despite the heavy comforter.

He lets himself lie in bed for a while, sniffling and trying to absorb as much warmth as he can from the comforter, before he drags himself up. He immediately pulls on his warmest sweater, even though he's just going to the bathroom. It doesn't help the shivering much, but it's something. He probably looks ridiculous, in just a pair of boxers and his oversized sweater, but he feels so shitty he doesn't really care.

Walking by the couch, he sees Tom asleep, shirtless. His heart flutters - he knew Tom was fit but it was something else to see it. The butterflies are almost annoying. There a million guys on campus, why does he have to get so worked up over this one?

In the shower, he cranks up the heat and lets the steam ease the aching in his sinuses. He's in there for too long, but the thought of having to actually walk to class in the cold makes him reluctant to get out.

He arrives to class a few minutes late - nose still dripping from the cold. Luckily today is just a lecture, but it's a five hour class, and he didn't have time to make any coffee this morning. He brought another little travel pack of tissues, but he's definitely going to have to ration them.

He's still shivering. It's worse after being out in the cold, and even though it should get better over time, nothing changes. He just sits there, achy and shivering and congested and miserable until 10:30, when the professor calls for a 10 minute break. Thank god. He needs coffee. There's a small shop in the building, so he forces himself up and out of his seat - which leads to a few seconds of particularly bad throbbing in his head - and out into the hall.

He almost groans when he sees who's working. Tom. Of course he's been to this little coffee spot a million times and he knows it's where Tom works, but he didn't think he'd have to see him this morning. Part of him is annoyed - he definitely does not have the energy to deal with him at the moment - but another part is a little embarrassed at how awful he must look. Not that he should care what Tom thinks of him, he reminds himself. Regardless, he walks up the counter, half occupied rubbing at his nose with a tissue.

"Hey," he says, and is surprised how congested he sounds. Tom turns, eyes lighting up.

"Hey!" He dims a little when he takes in his full appearance. "You ok?" Henry sniffles.

"Yeah. Fine. Can I get-"

"Large hot coffee, oat milk and sugar, right?" Henry's taken aback.

"Uh, yeah. You know my order?"

"Of course. It's an easy order." He goes about starting to make the drink. "Hope we didn't keep you up last night. I kept telling Sam to shut the fuck up but he doesn't listen to me."

"It's fine. I'm used to it." He sniffles again.

"You sound like you're coming down with something."

"And you sound like my mom." That makes Tom laugh, and again, Henry feels a stirring in his chest. Tom puts the lid on the drink and hands it to him, and Henry tries to hand him the money. Tom shakes his head.

"That's ok - on the house." That draws a little smile out of Henry. Tom smiles back, and for a minute he forgets how shitty he feels. "I hope you feel better."

"Thanks."

He heads back to class and sits down, taking a sip of the coffee. It tastes great, as always when Tom makes it, and the warmth helps to ease the chills at least somewhat. The rest of the lecture is spent half paying attention, and half worrying his sniffling and nose blowing is annoying. When it's finally over, he wants nothing more than to just go home and take a nap, but he has a problem set for calculus due tomorrow that he hasn't even started. So, reluctantly, he makes the trek to the library. He's able to work for most of the day uninterrupted - he's not very hungry, which maybe should be concerning but is convenient nonetheless.

By the time he's done, it's already dark out, and the walk home is brutal. The wind is whipping, and his scarf and hat aren't doing much to keep the cold out. His nose is running like a faucet and the cough he developed over the course of the day drags the cold air even further into his lungs. The coughs hurt, like they come from somewhere deep in his chest, and by the time he gets home his throat is destroyed.

When he gets home, he's glad to see Sam isn't making a racket for once. Still, he knows he's in for a restless night anyway. He puts a can of soup on the stove to heat up while he changes into sweatpants and a hoodie. His reflection in the mirror is definitely a sight - he's flushed from the cold, his hair a mess, and his eyes red rimmed.

He knows he should really fit in some more studying before he calls it a night, but after he picks at his soup and does the dishes, he's ready to fall over, so he just curls up in bed, coughing and shivery, and goes to sleep.

He wakes up a few times in the night coughing, and the soreness in his throat makes his eyes water. He's barely able to drag himself out of bed the next morning. His shivers have become more like shakes, and his cough feels like it never stops. He got a decent amount of sleep, but he still feels totally exhausted - even his muscles are sore.

His classes are a blur - he's too preoccupied with feeling awful to focus, and by the time he's done at 6, all he wants to do is go home and sleep until tomorrow morning. But, he knows he has to get at least one assignment done. After tomorrow, he'll have the whole weekend to relax. Not totally, but still.

Just the assignment tonight, classes tomorrow, then he can finally get some rest. The library probably isn't a good choice - his cough is too distracting, and he knows the walk home later will be torture. So instead, he goes back to the apartment. The cold air always exacerbates the cough, so the whole way home he's hacking, his nose running like a faucet. His ribs have started to hurt from all the coughing.

He almost wants to cry when he gets home and hears the sound of Sam and his friends in the living room. Why tonight of all nights? He trudges into his bedroom and changes - he's started to feel warm, which is a relief after feeling so cold all the time, but now it's becoming a both too warm and too cold feeling, so he tugs on his sweater and a fresh pair of boxers.

He starts to work on the physics problem set - there are only three problems total, but each of them usually take an hour at least, and that's when he's not feeling like death. He works for a while, but it's only when he starts to feel lightheaded he realizes he hasn't eaten yet today.

So, he heads into the kitchen and rummages around for a can of chicken noodle. He finds it, but he's too weak and shaky to work the can open right. He tries for a good three minutes before he feels a lump form in his throat.

"Hey, do you want some help with that?" He turns to see Tom standing in the doorway. Self consciously, he sniffles and clears his throat.

"Uh, y-yeah, that would be great." Tom smiles softly and walks over, making quick work of the can. Henry expects him to just go back into the living room, but he grabs the pot from the cabinet and turns on the stove.

"You've got quite a cough there." Henry feels himself blush. They all must be able to hear him from his room.

“Sorry, I-”

“Hey, no, no don’t be sorry. We make enough noise, you’re allowed to be sick.” He pours the soup into the pot and starts to grab spices from the shelf.

“I’m not sick.” Henry isn’t sure why he’s being so defensive, but Tom doesn’t challenge him, just smirks.

“Well whatever it is, it sounds brutal.” He shakes a few of the spices into the soup, stirring slowly.

“I’m ok. Really.” There’s a bit of an awkward silence before someone calls Tom from the other room. He looks a little dismayed, but puts on a smile.

“Feel better, ok?” He rests his arm on Henry’s upper arm, giving him a soft smile, before heading back into the living room. And there’s that fluttering in his chest again.

On his way back to his room, he catches a bit of a conversation.

“I think we should go out.” That’s Tom’s voice.

“Nah dude, it’s freezing.” That’s Sam.

“C’mon, let’s go. It’ll be fine.”

“Alright, whatever.”

Henry smiles to himself. Maybe it’s reaching to think Tom did that specifically for him, but part of him really hopes he did.

The rest of the night is blissfully quiet, apart from his incessant cough. By the time he’s finished with the last problem, it’s midnight, and the world is swimming. He’s never been happier to lie down. But, it’s short lived. Despite being exhausted, his cough and what he suspects is a fever are making it all but impossible to sleep. He drifts in and out of half-sleep, sometimes too hot, sometimes too cold. Luckily his class isn’t until the afternoon, but he spends the whole morning much like the night before. When he finally gets up, he feels truly ready to fall over. His headache is horrendous, throbbing and pounding at the slightest provocation. His sinuses are still swollen, along with his poor throat that makes him wince with every swallow. The cough is the same if not a little worse, except now it sends cramping pain through his ribs.

On the walk to class, he just keeps repeating the same idea in his head. Just three hours, then you can rest. The class is truly a blur, but the walk home is too unpleasant to tune out. Once again, the freezing temperature isn’t any help, and forcing his aching body to walk through the snow gets harder with every step.

He turns the corner for the front door of his building, and a wave of relief washes over him. But, he’s confused when he sees someone standing near the buzzer. He’s even more confused when he realizes it’s Tom.

“Hey, uh, Sam isn’t here. He’s gone for the weekend.” He says, embarrassed at how thready and weak his voice sounds. Tom turns, looking confused.

“Why are you out here? It’s freezing.” He says, and Henry isn’t sure whether it’s the fever that’s keeping him from putting the dots together or this just doesn’t make sense.

“Sam isn’t upstairs,” he repeats, and Tom sighs gently.

“I’m not here to see Sam.” It still isn’t clicking. “C’mon, let’s go inside.”

“Ok…” He unlocks the door and clumsily shakes the snow off his boots before getting into the elevator. Tom follows, and Henry figures someone else must be in the building that Tom wants to see, but Tom follows him right to the door. Henry sighs and rubs his eyes. “Tom, what do you want?”

For the first time, it looks like Tom might actually be nervous.

“I came to check up on you.” Henry suddenly feels a strange bundle of emotions unfurl in his stomach.

“Oh,” is all he can manage to get out. Tom bites his lip.

“Is that ok?”

“Yeah! Yeah, it’s fine, uh…” He takes a deep breath, but breaks into a fit of coughs before he can speak. He feels a steady hand on his back. After he’s done with the fit the world swims, and there’s a hand on his shoulder.

“Let’s go inside so you can sit down, ok?” Henry just nods, and after a few moments of struggling to fit the key into the lock, Tom does it for him. Immediately, he strips off his scarf and coat and practically collapses onto the couch, pulling off his boots. He leans back into the cushions, closing his eyes.

“Fuck…” he breathes, and he hears Tom laugh quietly. When he opens his eyes, he sees Tom sitting in front of him on the coffee table, still looking nervous. “Why would you wanna check on me?”

“Well you didn’t seem so good last night, and I wanted to make sure you were ok. Even though you hate my guts,” he says with a smile. He starts to rummage through his backpack, and pulls out a bottle of tylenol and a thermometer, as well as a quart container of soup.

“I don’t hate your guts,” Henry says quietly, and Tom gives him another smile.

“Well that’s good to hear.” He leans forward and starts to move his palm toward his forehead, but hesitates. “Is this ok?” Henry nods, and sighs when he feels the cool palm on his overheated skin. He moves his hand to his cheek. “Jesus, you’re really burning up.”

He lets out another volley of coughs, and Tom rubs his back again. It feels nice, but it doesn’t make the confusion go away. For now though, he’s happy to just be looked after.

“Here.” Tom slips the thermometer under his tongue, brushing some of his hair away from his face. When it beeps, he takes it out. “102. Not so bad.” Henry has a feeling he’s saying that more for his benefit than his own. “You want me to grab you some more comfortable clothes?” Henry just nods, and Tom smiles in return. “Alright.”

He gets up and walks into the bedroom, leaving Henry alone on the couch, finally giving him a moment to process all of this. Why on earth would Tom care about him? They’re not really friends, are they? And Tom was straight, wasn’t he? And even if he wasn’t, there’s no way he’d actually like Henry of all people. And did Henry even like him? Sure, he’s sweet and funny and impossibly hot, but he’s friends with Sam. And he’s on the soccer team. And he’s so outgoing and friendly all the time, wouldn’t that get annoying?

He almost doesn’t notice when Tom gets back.

“Here you go. You want me to go in the kitchen while you change?” He hands him the clothes, and Henry bites his lip.

“If you want to.” Is that a weird answer? Tom smirks.

“I’m fine if you’re fine.”

Henry starts to take off his shirt, but he’s so shaky and uncoordinated, Tom has to help him, which probably killed any romance the situation offered, he thinks. The clean fabric feels nice against his feverish skin. The pants go the same way, and he didn’t realize how uncomfortable he was until now.

“Here, lean your head back,” Tom says, and he does. Tom presses a cool, damp cloth to his forehead, and he sighs softly. “That feels good?” He nods. There’s a few moments of silence while he just relaxes into the feeling. Then, he sits up straight.

“Why are you doing all this?” Tom looks nervous again.

“You’re my...friend. And I care about you,” he says, and Henry feels his heart sink a little.

“Oh. Ok.” He must sound disappointed, because Tom smiles.

“Hoping for a different answer?” Henry shrugs, and Tom rubs his jaw.

“I mean, it’s a little embarrassing but I used to...have a crush on you. But I think you made it kind of clear you weren’t interested.” Henry can’t hide his confusion.

“I made it clear?” He’s genuinely not sure what Tom is talking about. Sure, he’s never out right flirted with him, but he always thought he was straight anyway.

“Just...one word answers to everything, always seeming like you had somewhere else to be - it’s fine. I don’t know why I even brought it up. You want some soup?” Henry just nods, and Tom smiles. “Ok, sounds good.”

He heads into the kitchen, and Henry’s mind runs a mile a minute. There’s no way he’s telling the truth right? But why would he lie? He comes back through the doorway and leans against the frame.

“It’s on the stove, just have to wait a few minutes. You feeling ok?”

“Yeah, uh...I wanna tell you something.” Henry doesn’t know how he can make leaning against a doorframe look so good.

“Shoot.”

“I kinda had a crush on you too. Or...have.” He can feel himself blushing. Tom laughs.

“You have a really funny way of showing it.” He’s beaming, and it makes Henry smile too.

“Well it’s not my fault you’re so annoying,” he says, and Tom walks back over to the coffee table and sits down. Tom’s hand rests on his forehead, then makes its way down to his cheek. It feels so steady. Stable.

“I’m not the one that got themself sick with pneumonia because I wouldn’t miss a class, am I?” Without thinking, Henry wraps his arms around him as tight as he can - which isn’t very tight, but still. He buries his face in the crook of his neck and takes a deep breath. Tom rubs his back gently.

“Thank you, for doing all this,” he whispers, and Tom squeezes him a little bit tighter.

“Anytime.”

#my writing #oc henry #oc tom #two more boys pining for each while one has a cold what's new?

[adhd-disaster-willie]

you’re the one that brings the sun; chapter 5/6

chapter 1, 2, 3, 4

warnings: swearing

word count: 2,757

notes: okay so this update took a while because I’ve been busy with school and writers block has been kicking my ass, but I think it’s worth it :)))

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It was established in August that at least once a month, Alex will receive a phone call informing him to be at Julie’s house in ten minutes for a mandatory slumber party. It’s endearing sure, but he would like some sort of warning other than Luke calling him and saying that if he doesn’t show up as soon as possible, he’ll paint his drumsticks neon green. So that’s how Alex ends up sitting cross legged on Julie’s bed, putting Reggie’s hair into a bunch of tiny braids and watching The Princess Diaries for what’s probably the hundredth time. 

“Lilly is definitely a lesbian,” Flynn says through a mouthful of popcorn. 

Alex hums in agreement and Julie nods. “If only this movie weren’t made in 2001,” Julie says mournfully.

“Y’know I always thought that Joe was gay,” Alex admits. “Up until he dances with the queen.”

Reggie attempts to look up at Alex, earning an offended squeak from the latter. “Really?”

“Yes, now will you please stay still, I only have one more left.”

“Ok but there is no way Mia’s mom is straight!” Flynn says.

Julie seems to mull it over for a bit. “She does live in an old fire station. And artists are never straight.”

“Yea, like Willie!” Luke pipes up, sitting up from his position hanging halfway off the bed. “Willie’s not straight.”

“We should start a betting pool on how long it takes for Luke to bring up Willie,” Alex mumbles, his cheeks flushing pink. He ties off Reggie’s final braid and pats his head approvingly. “You look like a real princess.”

“Do I?” Reggie grins up at him with a bit of a twinkle in his eye and Alex chuckles. 

“No subject changing,” Luke protests. “How’s Willie doing?”

“Still a pining idiot,” Flynn answers with a cheeky smile. 

“I’m trying to watch the movie.” Alex shoves at Luke’s face and slides down off the bed to sit on the floor beside Reggie. 

“You’ve seen this movie a million times,” Luke points out. He leans down so his head is hanging off the edge of the bed and smirks mischievously at Alex, who is pointedly refusing to look at him. “Aleeeex,” Luke whines. “Don’t be a buzzkill.”

“Alice, please,” Flynn says. Alex shoots her a look seeping with betrayal and Flynn raises their hands defensively. “I haven’t seen Carrie in a few days!” They protest. “I need drama.”

“Drama?” Alex asks. “Or blackmail material?”

Flynn shrugs, which only serves to cement what Alex was thinking. “Yea, nope. It’s not like anything has even happened since-” He cuts himself off, realizing his mistake and preparing for the onslaught of questions. 

“Since!?” Luke cries. “Since what?!” He grabs Alex’s face roughly and looks at him with wide eyes. “Since what, Alex?”

“Nothing!” Alex squeaks, wrenching himself from Luke’s grasp. “Nothing! It was- let go of my fanny pack! Julie stop filming!!!” Alex swats at Luke’s hands and attempts to leap forward to grab Julie’s phone, but ultimately fails. 

“I’ll let go if you tell me,” Luke teases in a sing song voice, his grin only growing the more Alex fights. 

“Fine! If you just- sorry Reg the puppy-dog eyes only work on Luke and Bobby.” Reggie sighs in disappointment and Alex finally manages to get Luke off of him, huffing angrily and brushing nonexistent dust from his hoodie. “You’re a barbarian,” he mutters.

“Well?” 

Alex responds to Julie’s prompting with a long-suffering sigh. “You have to promise not to make fun of me,” he says. They don’t promise. The movie is long forgotten as Alex’s friends gather around him, looking all too fascinated by his latest embarrassment. “He well… don’t laugh, ok. He wore a crop top last week and I tripped on my own feet and scraped up my knees.”

Flynn raises an eyebrow. “Nuh uh, there’s more, spill.”

Alex groans, burying his face in his hands. “They got all worried and started putting bandaids on my knees and I almost fainted. Then- please don’t make me say this,” Alex pleads, looking to Julie as if she’s his last hope. She shakes her head. “When they finished lecturing me I just looked at him and said ‘nice shirt’ and ran off. Nice shirt??? What is wrong with me?”

“Wait a minute,” Julie says, gesturing for Alex to pause. “You just… ran off? Where?”

Alex doesn’t say anything. 

“I’ll paint your drumsticks if you don’t tell us,” Luke threatens. The difficulty is that Alex doesn’t doubt him one bit, and knows that Julie has a healthy supply of paint in a drawer just a few feet away from Luke. 

Alex mumbles something under his breath and Reggie pokes him. 

“Sorry what was that? Speak up.”

“Orange, I’ll paint them the ugliest shade of orange ever.”

“I went and hid in my closet!” Alex blurts. “For like an hour. I am never going to live that down.”

“That’s… incredibly ironic,” Julie laughs. 

“I’m telling that story at your wedding.”

“Reginald, don’t even think about it!” Alex kicks Reggie lightly and raises his hand to flip off the other three, who are all dying of laughter. “I hate all of you. I need new friends.”

“Good luck with that.” Flynn pats Alex’s head; he can practically hear their stupid smirk. 

“Fuck off.”

“No.”

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Alex wakes up with his foot in Luke’s face, one arm thrown over Julie, his face in Reggie’s neck, and a very giggly Flynn perched on the end of the bed taking pictures. He sits up and murmurs sleepily, squinting in the oddly hazy room.

It’s gray and gloomy outside, quite fitting for mid-November, but far from Alex’s ideal weather. He’s always been partial to spring, when it’s not too hot and not too cold and not always cloudy and sad. 

Flynn hops off the bed and onto Julie’s chair, where she spins a couple times before turning her phone to show Alex. “This is gonna be my new lockscreen,” they giggle. Alex stares at the photo, baffled as to how his arm was bent like that. 

Breakfast is heaps of pancakes and fresh coffee (bless you, Ray) that for a moment, Alex considers just dumping over his head. Julie is curled around Luke for warmth throughout the whole morning and Flynn makes a point to gag at least once every 5 minutes. Alex knows she’s happy for them though, they finally got their act together a little over a week ago and at least this is better than the pining. Alex doesn’t say that though, because it will only get him a lecture on how he is not one to talk about pining. 

Alex almost thanks a god he doesn’t believe in anymore when the rain outside doesn’t seem to make any moves into thunderstorm territory. Willie hates thunderstorms. He stays cocooned in a blanket until noon, but eventually Tía Victoria shoos them all out, claiming that Julie will never finish her homework with them all glued to her. 

Alex is sopping wet when he finally arrives at his dorm, sadly no car can go right up to the entrance of the dorms. The first thing Alex notices when he walks in is the candles, and the second thing is the haphazardly thrown together fort in the middle of the room, which he narrowly avoids tripping over. “Willie?” He asks, lifting what he assumes to be the entrance and raising an eyebrow at Willie, who is grinning at him and shining a flashlight in his face.

“Ok, get that out of my eyes.” Alex clamps a hand over the light and Willie sticks his tongue out. “Did the power go out?” Alex asks, worry etching over his face. He can’t have all their food being ruined, with Alex living off his coffee shop job and Willie off of the occasional commission and odd check from his eccentric uncle. 

Willie shakes their head. “Nope.”

“So why the… candles?”

“It’s fun!” Willie pulls Alex into the fort, stumbling back and just barely evading them toppling over each other into a quite compromising position. Willie presses his back against the couch and pats the space next to him. “It’s like you’re a little kid again.”

“Luke used to love making forts,” Alex admits. “We would move all the furniture in his living room and make the absolute worst blanket forts you can imagine. Like seriously, it’s no wonder none of us went into architecture.”

“Really? I can totally see you as an architect”

“That’s…”

“I’m joking, hotdog,” Willie giggles, bumping their shoulder together. He has a tendency to raise his eyebrows when he’s amused; Alex finds it all too endearing. Accompanied with the way their eyes crinkle when the laugh and the soft candlelight leaking through the thin blankets and draping over his features, Alex thinks he’s having trouble breathing. 

“I was drawing you, y’know,” Willie says softly after a few minutes of silence.

“Hmm?”

“The day we went stargazing, I was drawing you. You’re- you’re a good muse.”

“Oh.” Alex’s stomach flutters. “I uh… thank you.” He gives Willie a hesitant smile before turning to focus on the flickering light. His breath feels weighted, like every exhale means something, but he can’t quite pinpoint what. There’s a light breeze whistling through the crack in the door and Alex closes his eyes for a moment, pretending that it’s wrapping around him and holding him close. Alex didn’t get much affection as a child; his parents had always been very stiff. Sure, they loved him, but they weren’t that good at showing it aside from a rough shoulder squeeze and tight smiles so full of expectations. When he came out, even the snippets of affection faded; no more of his mother fixing his hair or giving him a quick kiss on the forehead when he was sick. Two months after his coming out, they just… kicked him out. He came home to find his belongings shoved carelessly into a trash bag or two and that was that. Luke more than made up for the lack of physical affection, but Alex knows that there will always be something missing. 

Wide awake, Alex lets his head fall onto Willie’s shoulder. This time with care and attention, hesitancy. He hears Willie suck in a sharp breath but then the tension melts from their shoulders and fizzles into nothingness. For a moment, there is nothing but them and the pattering of rain against the windows. 

“Lets go for a drive.”

Alex looks up expecting Willie’s usual carefree and impish grin, but he’s taken aback by his wistful expression and something bursts in Alex’s chest. Something that may be instinct and may be just an overwhelming surge of emotion.

“Okay.” His voice is barely a whisper, a single wisp of smoke snaking from a blown out candle.

The air is damp and the rain is coming down hard; Alex reaches a cautious hand out beyond the awning and winces at the downpour. But Willie is wiggling his stupid eyebrows in the way that makes Alex’s face heat and he can’t say no as Willie drags him through the wet grass, shrieking with laughter and going slower than necessary to relish in the water pouring down from the sky in torrents. They’re soaked to the bone and breathless, overflowing with mirth, by the time they reach Alex’s car and clamber into the seats. Right after a brief argument about who’s driving of course. (“You will not be touching my steering wheel with your grimy paint hands, William.” “Says you.”) So Alex is driving. 

Willie has their hands pressed to the window, breath fogging up the glass and sending them into a fit of giggles every time. Alex switches on the radio and there’s a song playing that he recognizes but couldn’t sing along to; something soft and low, like lilting waves. Willie knows it though. And they’re singing. Oh. They’re singing. Alex almost has to pull the car to a stop and put his head in his hands because Willie never told him he could sing.

Willie’s voice is low and slightly raspy, but not in a bad way. Alex knows he’s heard this song before, but he’s 100% certain that this is his first time really hearing it. And it’s beautiful. Or maybe it’s just Willie. It’s probably just Willie. 

Alex brings the car to a slow stop in the parking lot of an odd gas station that always seems to be closed. He doesn’t turn it off though, because he would rather die than have Willie stop singing. He leans his head back and breathes, certain he’s inhaling Willie’s voice. Willie’s voice which is like sparks on his skin, like smoke that crowds his lungs and opens his soul for the very first time. He feels a sense of mourning when the song stops and something else comes on, something peppier and sickeningly sweet. He switches the radio off. 

“I didn’t know you could sing.” Alex isn’t even looking at them; he’s fiddling nervously with the strap of his fanny pack.

Willie smirks proudly. “You learn something new every day.”

“Yea.”

Willie traces a heart in the fog on the window and lets it sit there. Then he unbuckles his seat belt and pokes Alex’s shoulder. “Hey ‘Lex, come on.”

“No.” Alex shakes his head vigorously. “No. We’re already soaking wet and-”

“Hot dog.”

And damn it, the nickname may be so incredibly stupid but Alex has such a weird soft spot for it. He groans dramatically, making a point to wring out his hair, which is already mostly dry at this point. “You’re the worst. What if it starts thundering?” 

Willie shrugs. “I have my noise cancelling headphones. And you can-” they cut themself off. 

“I can what?”

“Nothing,” Willie squeaks. “Please. Please.”

So Alex climbs reluctantly from the car and stands in the parking lot looking far from amused. “You owe me.”

Willie laughs loudly, grabbing both of Alex’s hands and spinning him in an aimless circle, pulling them both into a dance  to music that’s only in his head. They twirl Alex around several times, and Alex is certain that he’s going to actually fall over and faint. Willie raises his face to the sky and squints, letting the rain soak him without care. Alex is in awe and how open and free Willie is, like nothing can ever go wrong and if it does they’ll always be flying. He doesn’t realized they’ve stopped dancing until Willie turns to him with a curious expression. Their eyes rake over his face and Alex realizes he’s staring. But for once, he doesn’t look away. And for the first time, he sees the corner of Willie’s mouth quirk up and their eyes flick to his lips and even linger there for a brief second. 

The rain doesn’t seem to have plans to stop anytime soon, and they’re both shivering and wet and Willie’s hair is dangling in front of his face. Alex reaches out and tucks it behind his ear, both of them holding a breath, waiting. It’s right there, right in front of him, and Alex is inches from just grasping it and clutching it to his chest. Willie takes a step forward so their faces are just inches from each other and Alex can feel their breath against his cheeks. He exhales shakily and raises one hand to cup Willie’s cheek, his touch feather light and afraid. Willie leans into the contact and grins upwards, their nose wrinkling fondly. He gives a silent nod and for the first time in years, Alex takes the plunge. 

Their first kiss is soft and slow and Willie tastes like rain and green tea. Alex smiles against their lips, a breathy laugh escaping his own. He’d think this is a dream, but no section of his imagination could conjure something even a fragment as magical as this. They’re in the middle of a parking lot, cold and wet, and yet Alex feels the warmest he ever has. Alex is hesitant to pull away, but he does, just barely. Their foreheads stay resting against each other, like breaking apart would break them. Then it comes crashing into him. Alex just kissed Willie. He just kissed Willie. And Willie kissed him back! Holy shit!

“Wowza.” Wowza? What the fuck Alex? 

Willie breaks into joyous laughter, throwing his head back and clutching Alex’s shoulders. And Alex laughs with him; he buries his face in the crook of Willie’s neck, his heart full to bursting. Wowza indeed.

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notes: ...I did say I was thinking about a Willex rain kiss. I actually wrote like half of chapter 6 a while ago so I might be able to post it tomorrow. 

chapter 6

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[fatiguing-thoughts]

“New Moon” - Jasper Hale Miniseries Part 2

I woke up in the morning to an empty side of the bed next to me.

“No, no, no!” I exclaim, running my hands sporadically throughout the spot where Jasper laid next to me last night.

This couldn’t be real, but it was real.

I grabbed my phone off the desk and called Jasper.

“Sorry, the number you have called is out of service.”

I called the rest of the family, all the same. I wanted to scream, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My head was spinning, I was having a panic attack. I felt like I was dying.

Before I knew it, I hit the floor.

I woke up hours later, waking up to my living nightmare. It felt like my heart was ripped clean out of my chest, with no promise of return.

How could life rob me of the people I loved most in my life? Take away my families that gave me love, twice?

When the car accident happened on my way home from high school graduation, it killed my entire family. I was the only survivor. I moved to Washington to start a new life, I was too depressed to live in my home anymore, I couldn’t bare to live in that house. I moved to Olympia and attended Evergreen State College. Portland became too much for me, I had to go.

After I met Jasper and his family, things grew easier for me. The hole in my heart slowly filled. I felt loved again, people cared for me like a family. They loved and respected me; I was not lonely anymore. Holidays weren’t spent crying alone anymore, they were spent surrounded by love. I miss my family dearly but was grateful for a second chance for a family. But now, it was once again ripped from my hands at the hand of someone else.

 I stumbled over to my desk, looking at the pictures of my handsome boyfriend and myself. I noticed that he took one; I hope he looks at it as much as I look at them.

 I thought back to how I met Jasper. I was shopping in Port Angeles, as I like to drive and take road trips at any given chance. I ran into three beautiful women on that rainy day. The tiniest of the three, who I then learned was Alice, looked at me, stared blankly, and dropped what was in her hands at that time. The other two women turned to look at me, before going back to her. She whispered something to them. They all looked at me quizzically before approaching me. I hung out with them for quite some time, befriending them. I know now that she had a vision, she knew I was Jasper’s mate. Rosalie and I clicked very well. We exchanged numbers and agreed to hang out at some point. I spent the rest of the day with them. At one point their adoptive brother, Jasper, met up with us as he needed to shop too.

 When Jasper and I made eye contact, all of the air left my lungs. I almost collapsed to the floor, my knees buckled and I gripped onto Rosalie’s arm for support. Alice was smiling uncontrollably as the same thing seemed to happen to Jasper.

 “Hello, my name is Jasper Hale.” He says, reaching out his hand for me to take.

 “I’m (Y/N Y/L/N).” I said, short of breath, meeting my hand to his.

 He grabbed my hand and kissed it, causing me to blush uncontrollably.

The sweet memory caused me to smile, before heading back into reality.

The situation daunted on me, I was alone. I had nobody with me, wouldn’t have anyone with me for quite some time. My best friends, my family, my love-- they’re all gone without a trace.

 So I did what I could, I laid in my bed and stared at the ceiling for God knows how long. I had class in an hour and had to go, so I wouldn’t lose sight of my goal. Only now there was a new motive: to see Jasper sooner.

 I went to my class, but none of it felt real. It was all a blur. When I returned to my dorm room, I stared out my window.

 And that’s how I spent all of my time now, watching the world around me change as I stayed the same. I was too depressed to do anything extra. I went to class, tried to listen, and did the work I had to do. People spoke to me, but it fell upon deaf ears.

 I left Jasper and Rosalie voicemails on a daily basis. I wrote letters for Jasper daily, planning to give him them all at once when, even though it felt more like an if, I ever get to see him again.

 Being indefinitely separated from my mate left me feeling as if I was living in hell. My nightmares came back, and they came back worse.

 I would wake up screaming, having the RA banging on my door to see if I was okay, as people called it in thinking someone was dying. Though I wasn’t physically dying, I felt like I was. I was emotionally and mentally drained as the weeks went on. Weeks turned into months. By the time October rolled around, I still hadn’t talked to anyone. I was so isolated that I even forgot that other people attended this school.

 Until one day, a kid in my busines statistics class spoke to me.

 “Hey, do you know what we’re doing? I don’t really understand this.” He says to me, trying to smile in a friendly way.

 “Uh, yeah.” I say shyly.

 I explained the problem to him and turned my attention back towards the lecture.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He said nicely.

“You know my name?” I said surprisingly. I was so down and lost in my own head, I never learned his name.

“Well, it is on your paper.” He said chuckling.

“Ah yes. That’s true. And your name?” I ask, trying to force myself to talk. After all, this is the most social interaction I’ve had since Jasper left a month ago.

“Mark. It’s nice to finally hear something out of you.” He teased.

I smiled back and chuckled out a “Yeah, that’s fair.”

The class came to an end and with that, I left to go sulk in my room.

Every class, Mark tried to talk to me more and more. He was very nice, I just didn’t feel a need to make any friends anymore.

“Hey listen (Y/N), I know you didn’t do anything for Halloween. Thanksgiving break is coming up in a couple of weeks. I think you need to have some fun. My friends and I are hanging out this weekend at my place. I think you should come by and try the whole, social, thing.” Mark kindly offers.

I sat and thought about it. What was there to lose? I didn’t necessarily want to go, but maybe it would be a nice distraction that wasn’t staring out my window all weekend.

“Ok Mark. I’ll stop by for a little while.” I said calmly.

“Oh wow, actually? That was easier than I thought.” He laughs.

He hands me his phone with a new contact page up. I add myself and hand the phone back.

The class ends and I head back to my dorm.

After sitting for about an hour looking out my window, my phone buzzes. It was Mark.

“So we’ll see you tomorrow at 6:30. Please try to have fun.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ll try my best.” I respond.

I started writing Jasper’s letter before I stare at the backpack I’ve yet to open.

I can’t explain why I couldn’t. I was just so nervous. But it was time. It’s been almost two months since the Cullens left.

I unzip the massive backpack and see an absurd amount of cash, some papers, and some little packages. I open the papers first. One is the address of the new apartment and the other two are sealed with my name on it.

I open the first one and see a receipt? I look closer and see that he had paid off the duration of my tuition here. I almost cried at the thought of it, and I would’ve if I had any tears left. 

I open the second one and see his handwriting. I stopped breathing for a second.

“Dear (Y/N),

         I’m so sorry for what is happening Darlin’. I hope this ends sooner than later because not being with you is the worst pain that I could ever fathom. I hope you treat yourself well, please take care of yourself. I can’t wait to see you again, my love. Soon enough, we’ll have forever together. Do well in school, it’s important. I left you what I think you’ll need in this bag, please don’t miss anything in it. I will see you soon enough, doll.

          Love always,

Jasper Whitlock Hale”

My tears dropped upon the paper. I opened the rest of the bag.

I saw a little rectangle box. I opened it and gasped. It was a necklace with a “J” on it. I held it close to my chest before putting it on.

It almost felt like he was real again. It felt like I wasn’t just imagining everything that happened to me.

I grabbed a picture of he and I before climbing into bed and holding it to my chest. I laid there until I fell asleep holding it.

When I woke up, it was 10 am. I did some homework and decided to finally go see the apartment that Jasper picked for me.

I ate some breakfast and got in my car. About an hour or so later, I pulled into the parking lot of a cute complex. I go up to mine and look around. It felt so empty despite being furnished. I walk into the kitchen and see a note on the counter. It was from Jasper.

“Hey Doll, it looks like you found the apartment. I hope you like what we’ve done with it for you.”

I almost instinctively crumpled the note up in my hands as I held it to my chest, but stopped myself. I put it back on the counter before finding my bedroom. It was customized just for me, that’s for sure. My eyes welled up with tears and I couldn’t control myself when I saw the framed picture of Jasper and I on the wall. I looked out the window and admired the view of the tree line. I missed my boyfriend more than anything. This was going to be hard. At about 4 or so, I decided to head back to school after dropping some of my stuff in the apartment.

 I get back and get ready to go to Mark’s hangout. This would not only be my first social setting in some time, but my first big group of people in months. I was so afraid I could get sick.

 I drive to the address that Mark gave me and let him know I was there. I looked around and noticed that this was definitely a frat house. Well, let’s hope for the best.

He came outside to come get me. I exited the car and followed him inside to see about 25 people in the living room and kitchen area. This was going to be a nightmare. 

“Hey (Y/N), thanks for coming. Can I get you something to drink?” Mark offers.

“No thank you, I have water with me.”

“What? You don’t want a shot or anything?” He asked me confused.

“Mark I’m driving. I also don’t drink, but thank you.” I tell him.

As I look around I become increasingly aware of the fact that I’m the only female here.

“Did I crash a boy’s night or something?” I ask him.

“No I just wanted everyone to meet you.” He says.

“Oh?” I said puzzled.

“Is this her? Is this (Y/N)?” A large man comes up and asks Mark,

“Yes it is.” Mark answered. “(Y/N), this is Joe.”

“Hi Joe. Nice to meet you.” I said shyly.

“Hello. You’re right Mark, she is really pretty. You should ask her out.”

Ah there it is, the reason I was invited.

“Please go away, Joe.” Mark said as he pushed Joe out of the conversation.

“Well…” Mark trails off, looking at me.

“Well what?” I ask back.

“Would you wanna go out some time?” He asked nervously.

“Mark, I’m flattered. Thank you but I’m actually with someone. It’s pretty serious. I appreciate the gesture, though.” I say nicely.

“So why are you alone all the time?” He asks me, with kind of annoyed tone.

“Because he’s not here right now?” I said questioning his tone.

“Well, let’s just get you to have some fun tonight.” He said, pulling me further into the house by my hand.

As I walk through, all I see is drunk men. I haven’t been this uncomfortable in so long.

I sit on the couch alone and look around. I check my phone, nothing.

“What’s a pretty girl like you sitting all alone for?” I hear from above me.

My stomach turned as I look up and see a guy about the size of Emmett.

Emmett. I miss my chaos twin. I miss them all so much.

I lost my track of thought when I felt the couch dip next to me and someone throwing their arm over my shoulder.

Once again, the feeling of nausea was returning. The pit in my stomach was turning.

“So, what’s your name? Jasmine? Jade? Am I close?” He says, reaching out to twiddle his fingers around my “J” necklace.

I quickly grab my necklace from his grasp.

“No, my name is (Y/N). The J is my boyfriend’s initial. His name is Jasper.” I snapped at him.

“Oh, so where is your boyfriend, then? Why would he leave you all alone? Doesn’t seem like he cares very much if you’re alone all the time, or if you came here alone.” He said in a whisper as he caressed my arm. I could smell the liquor on his breath.

I wish I knew where he was.

“He does, he’s busy doing something important.” I said harshly as I pull my arm away quickly.

My phone begins to go off in my pocket, I get up to look at the screen. It’s an unknown number. Hell I’d answer anyone, even a spam call, to get out of this situation right now.

“Hello?” I say into the phone, happy just to have a break in whatever that situation was turning into.

“(Y/N), leave. Now.” It was Alice.

“Alice?” I basically scream into the phone.

“(Y/N), please leave. Never speak to them again. Get out, go home.” She says as I hear the call end.

I ran out of the house, started my car, and left. My worries weren’t for nothing. They were going to hurt me.

But as I drove home, none of that really stayed on my mind.

Alice called me; I couldn’t even trace a number. I couldn’t call back. For once I felt like they were real again. I began to cry, I missed them so much. The most I heard from them in months was a fifteen second phone call. I didn’t get to talk, it was just so I wouldn’t let myself get hurt.

I pulled into my usual parking spot and headed up to my dorm room. Hoping that this semester ends soon enough. I only have two weeks before Winter break. This couldn’t come sooner.

I crawled into my bed, staring at the J on my necklace until I fell asleep.

 Jasper’s POV

Hearing the phone call was too much for me.

Hearing about Alice’s vision was too much for me.

This was all too much for me. I needed to see (Y/N).

I needed to go there and kill every single one of them. If it wasn’t for Emmett and Carlisle holding me back and calming me down, I’m not sure I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.

I was sick of just hoping my fragile (Y/N) would be okay. It wasn’t enough for me that Alice was watching with her visions.

I have an anger so deep within me that I could destroy anything in my path. So that’s what I did with Emmett. We went outside and broke boulders about fifteen miles from where we were staying. It was how I was gonna keep myself calm.

“I’m really sorry Jasper.” Emmett says to me.

“Thank you, Emmett.” I look back at him.

“We all miss her too, I know it’s different. But it hurts us too. I wish she could’ve come. But we’ll see her soon.” He says to me.

“I want it more than anything. I would also like to show up to that party.” My voice trailed off. If vampires could cry, I’d have been crying from the start of this conversation.

“I know, but we can’t. We have to be happy nothing happened to her. So I really can’t let you go do that.” He pats the back of my left shoulder.

I nodded to him. Emmett was truly the best brother I could ask for. Rosalie picked an amazing mate, and I owe her one for that.

“Do you smell that?” He says, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Bears?” I say, a little bit of the predator side in me taking over.

“Yeah, I think it’s time for dinner.” He says smirking.

And just like that we were off, racing to find a bear.

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[cyoza]

adrenaline; part five

I really wanted to explore mental health but as I was writing I realised that the show actually did a pretty good job of it the last episode so it wasn't really necessary. I'm hoping to go deeper into the topic in the next chapter though through Kory.

I feel as though it was a little abrupt at times but I really didn't want it to be massively long and I also have so much work to catch up on from uni so i had to move it along quickly.

I also know that I didn't have like a scene with Rachel but I felt like with the lack of Gar recently, it was important to have that relationship instead because there's a few mom/daughter scenes with Rachel and Kory.

That being said, I hope you guys enjoyed it and I'll finish the story when I'm able but I have a ton of assignments so be patient.

Thank you for reading as always!

part one

part two 

part three

part four

part six   

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It had been 6 weeks since Dick had seen Kory. 

6 weeks since he had felt the warmth of her presence. 

6 weeks since he had smelled the captivating rosy scent of her. 

6 weeks of hell. 

He knew it there was no room for him to be angry at her for her lack of communication after his own previous 3 month complete absence. Yet, he hadn’t been able to shake the ugly feeling he’d had since she left him that night. And Dick had regretted many things in his life but not saying goodbye to Kory, even when he was worried something might happen to her, was top 5. Instead he’d sat in his room and listened intently as she made her rounds to each member of the team in the lounge. Hearing as she made promises she had no surity of keeping; that she wouldn’t be long, that it was going to be a breeze, that no one had any reason to worry. Growing angrier with each bullshit guarantee.

At least when in their 3 month break, he knew Donna would call him if anything was wrong but now Kory was out there, all alone, god knows where and there was nothing he could do about it. Not to mention that he needed her with him then more than ever, feeling the crushing pressure of existence causing his sanity to come crumbling down in a way he’d never experienced before. He ached for a simple smile, a simple touch from her that would no doubt calm the crashing tides raging inside him. At least enough that he could find peace enough to continue to deal with whatever was going on with him in a systematic way. 

So, Dick ignored every part of him that called to his attention and instead focused on the task at hand, trying to pull together all the leads he had to Deathstroke into one collated document so it was easier to find the information in the future. It wasn’t long before the devil on his shoulder appeared. Which was a very loose definition of what was truly going on; he doubted that anyone else in the universe had a 6’25’ Bruce Wayne duplicate lounging on their desk calling into question every action they had made. Of course he knew that this wasn’t normal, that he for sure needed help but the mitigating circumstances meant that this was not at all the time to ask for it. Ignoring the fact that there was no one available that he felt he could ask anyway. 

Dick continued working for a while longer before Rachel raced into his room, eyes panicked and chest heaving. He immediately stopped working and stood, his arms fisting at his sides; ready for combat.

‘What is it?’ He asked. 

‘It’s Kory she’s back. But Dick - .’ 

Rachel could barely finish her words before he flew out of the room at a speed that, to the naked eye, could parallel Conner’s, Rachel distantly behind. He halted abruptly when he caught sight of the huddle surrounding the elevator, his heart swooping to his feet when he saw the flash of ruby hair on the floor. Dick took a few shaky steps forward and pushed past the group to see a recurring nightmare of his come to life. 

Kory lay in a heap on the floor of the elevator, parts of hair a darker red than others, coated in a thick paste of dried blood. She looked paler than he’d ever seen her, various parts of her visible through the cuts of her shirt and jeans. Dick felt his head grow murky and was sure that the remnants of his dinner were going to make a reappearance in a much uglier form. 

‘We found her like this. We tried moving her but Dick, she’s red hot to the touch. We can’t get a hold of her for more than 10 seconds without getting second degree burns.’ 

He could hear Dawn talking but none of it was registering.  All he could focus on was the shallow rise and fall of her chest, the limpness of her limbs, the various lacerations dotted around her face. He could feel his pulse echoing in his ears, his body filled with impotent adrenaline. 

‘Dick, what do we?’ Donna ground out. 

Again, no response from Dick. 

‘Hey! Focus. What do we do?’ Hank grasped his shoulders, forcing him to pay attention. 

‘Um, uh. W-wake up Conner. He should be immune to it. Get him to get her to the infirmary and place her by the window, she’ll need the sunlight when it gets here. We can figure out what to do from there.’ 

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‘Dick, you have to eat something and get some rest. Please.’ 

Donna’s voice cut through the silence of the infirmary room causing him to look up from the tablet in his lap and turn his head back to her. 

‘I just ate.’ 

‘Oh, you mean that bite of pizza had last night? Yeah that should totally sustain you for the rest of the week.’ She chided sarcastically. ‘Look, I get you’re worried, we all are. But there’s nothing you can do right now. The last thing we need is for you to join her in here because you won’t take care of yourself.’ 

‘No, the last thing I need right now is a lecture from you. I’m fine. I have to figure out how to wake her up.’ He continued to scroll through the tablet, ignoring her comments. 

‘And what if we get an attack from Deathstroke? You think you could handle that right now? He’s been quiet thus far but it won’t stay like that for long.’ She paused to push herself off the doorframe and made her way over to him, sitting on the chair parallel to Dick. ‘Besides, are you making any progress?’ 

That caused Dick to stop and shut his eyes before hanging his head in exhaustion. 

‘No. I don’t know what to do Donna, I’ve tried looking everywhere but I can’t find anything. I feel like I’m going crazy.’ He rasped, running a frustrated hand over his face. 

Donna began to reply but stopped short when something caught Dick’s attention, pulling his gaze to the side before he clenched his jaw. Something had clearly upset him but she saw nothing. 

‘What? What’s the matter?’ She asked in confusion. 

‘Nothing.’  

She didn’t at all believe him but she continued anyway determined to get him more than the 2 hours of sleep she was sure he’d had in approximately 3 days. 

‘I’ll stay with her. Please go. Plus, I’m not saying you stink but maybe take a shower while you’re out there.’ She joked. This prompted a small lift of the corners of his mouth, just as she intended. 

‘Alright, just a few hours. Don’t leave her alone, okay?’ He said, standing and placing the tablet on the table next to Kory’s bed, kissing her forehead as he turned to walk out of the room.

‘Scouts promise.’ 

Dick snorted a laugh at that. ‘As if you were ever a girl scout.’ 

‘Shut it, Birdboy!’ She called after him as he left. 

She let the strong front she’d put up fall away the instant he left the room, running her eyes sadly over Kory’s unmoving body. The crisp whiteness of the sheets contrasted vividly against her vibrant hair. They’d managed to stabilise her not long after they’d found her, bringing her temperature down somewhat with a cooling blanket but there was not much else they could do. They had no knowledge of Tamaranian physiology, they couldn’t even figure out what was wrong to begin to treat it. It had been a week and no matter what they tried, they couldn’t get her to wake up. They had done the light lamps, antibiotics, everything they could think of. Exposure to the sun helped a little but the lack of breakthrough had everyone more than worried. Donna lifted herself out of the chair and placed herself at the edge of the bed, taking her hand into her own. 

‘Look, Kory we need you to wake up. We need you to come back and do that badass thing you do and whip everyone back into shape. Dick especially. He’s spiralling. He keeps acting weird and I keep finding him talking to nothing. You’re the only one he opens up to anymore. So you need to come back and get his ass into shape. And who am I going to hunt bad guys and eat donuts with? Who am I gonna debrief with over a glass of bourbon? So come back to us, Kory. We need you.’ 

Donna broke off as the tears constricted her throat, a few slipping free and rolling down her cheeks. She’d only felt this level of helplessness before and that situation didn’t end well. She prayed to any God that was listening that Kory wouldn’t end up in the same position too. She wasn’t sure the team could handle it a second time. Dick certainly wouldn’t survive it. 

‘Uh, Donna? Eve says she might have found something.’ Gar’s tentative voice surprised her. She hurried to swipe her wet cheeks so he didn’t see her crying but she was pretty sure it was redundant at this point. 

‘Sure, I’m coming.’ She answered before standing to make her way out. She paused by the door and placed a hand on his shoulder. ‘Stay with her ok. And keep talking to her.’ 

Gar nodded as she walked past him then replicated Donna’s position on Kory’s bed. 

‘Hey Kory. Donna said to keep talking so here I go. I know everyone’s already probably said this to you but we really missed you while you were away. We miss you now. So, please wake up. You’re the only one who ever remembers to ask if I’m okay, who finds time to talk to me. And I really need you to do that right now. It’s been hard lately. It’s pretty much my fault that Jason is where he is. If I had just called Dick none of it would have even happened. It was stupid of me to indulge Jason. But you know what Jason is like when you try and say no to him. Plus Dick isn’t like, great with the whole ‘talking about our feelings’ side of life. It would be nice to kind of deal with the past couple months. I know Deathstroke is the big worry right now but it’s like everyone forgot the whole thing with Trigon happened and it wasn’t totally a fun thing to experience. I don’t know, it’s not something I’ll forget soon, you know.’ 

Gar looked away from Kory to stare at the linoleum floor. Remembering the chaos of that day, the crippling fear he felt that entire evening, the indescribable feeling of almost dying twice in just a few hours. Then everyone had kind of just brushed past it happening and he had no choice but to move on too. But it was proving more and more difficult the more bad things kept happening. 

He opened his mouth to continue but stopped short when Rachel strolled into the room. She was another frequent visitor to Kory’s bedside. After Dick, she spent the most time here, often falling asleep by her side. 

‘How is she?’ She inquired plopping herself on the chair. 

‘Same as ever, nothing’s changed.’ He responded. 

Rachel let out a soft sigh and gave Kory a longing look, as if she was willing her to wake up.

‘We went so long without her and now we have her, like this. It’s not fair. This shouldn’t happen to her. She’s the best one out of all of us. She’s the last one this should be happening to. It’s not fair!’ She cried. The jewel on her forehead began to glow. 

‘Rachel calm down, you’re going to lose control and this isn’t the time or place.’ Gar reprimanded. 

She glanced up at her crystal and took a deep breath, the glow fading away from it. 

‘I’m sorry I just want her to be okay.’

‘We all do, Rachel but flying off the handle isn’t helping anyone.’ 

‘It’s not as if I can help it -’ 

‘Yeah so you keep saying but I see you even trying to control it.’

‘You know what, Gar? I’m sick of you ragging on me all the time. I’m doing my best!’ 

‘Yeah, sure.’

‘Screw you, Gar. You’re talking about a time and place - you think this is the right time and place to do this?’ Rachel could feel the glow of the gem pulsating again, the darkness imploring her to let it out. 

‘Hey! Enough!’ Dick’s voice cut through the tension in the room. ‘I want both of you to leave right now and cool off. This kind of energy has absolutely no room to be here right now.’ 

Rachel and Gar shared one last heated gaze before shamefully hanging their heads and shuffling out of the room. Dick’s exhaustion was beginning to get to him, a wave of lightheadedness overtaking him. He’d managed to force down some Chinese food but the lack of sleep he’d had recently was really getting to him. He swayed slightly before making his way back to his usual place on the chair. He eyes went to lifted to her face, filling with tears, too tired to hold them back. 

‘I’m so sorry, Kory. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. I’m sorry I even let you walk out of this tower. I’m sorry I let this happen to you. I’m sorry.’ He could feel a sob bubbling in his throat but he had to carry on, he had to let her know how he felt. ‘So you have to wake up because this isn’t how things are supposed to end between us. We still have so much to figure out. And we’re supposed to do it together remember? I can’t do it without you. I don’t think I can survive it if you don’t wake up, Kory. I won’t be able to. I need you. And I’ve been in denial as to why but I’m not afraid of it now. I love you, Kory. I love you and I need you to wake up so you can hear me say it. Please just wake up.’ He leaned forward, gripping her hand and weeping into it. 

‘Why does a person nearly have to die to get you to open up, Grayson.’ A croaky voice whispered. 

Dick was sure he’d imagined it, another hallucination to add to the list. But he lifted his head to meet the emerald gaze he’d missed so dearly. 

‘Kory?’ His heart leapt into his throat, head spinning with shock. 

‘Hi, Dick.’

#dc titans #titans 2018 #titans #dickkory #Dick Grayson #koriand'r #kory anders #hank hall #dawn granger #donna troy #rachel roth #gar logan #hawk #dove #wondergirl #raven #beast boy #dickkory fan fic #dickkory fanfiction #oh and #conner kent #superboy #i think thats it #i don't know if i entirely like this chapter lmao #oh well

[winryofresembool]

Love Can Melt the Ice, ch 16

A/N: Whoops, somehow it’s been 17 days since my last update... *anime sweatdrop* Well, better late than never! I keep saying that we are getting closer to the end, and we are, but there’s /still/ at least 3 chapters left. I don’t really have much else to say, so please, please, read and review because it will make me happy :) 

Edit: OH, I forgot a very important thing!! This chapter is dedicated to the wonderful @automail-freak-and-alchemy-freak who drew some beautiful figure skater Winry art for me, and I’m honestly still so amazed :’)) This is a thank you for you!

Next chapter: [x]

Previous chapters:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 pt 1, pt 2

Companion pieces (note: these are all post Olympics happenings so reading the main fic first is recommended): 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Words: 2300+

Genre: ummmmm... maybe a bit of fluff, mostly just ‘general’

Warnings: swearing

Ed woke up sweaty, his heart pounding rather fast, and for a moment he thought he had seen a nightmare that he didn’t remember anymore. But soon he realized the cause of his ‘distress’ was the other person in his… well, technically, her bed. She was sleeping on his right side, using his chest as her pillow, her leg tangled with his and her right arm wrapped around his torso. She didn’t seem to mind the automail, which was partially under her, one bit, to Ed’s huge surprise. The expression on her face was peaceful, even happy, and Ed couldn’t help but wonder ‘how the fuck this happened’.

For a while he just laid there quietly, thinking about everything that had happened in such a short while. They had been reunited only 13 days ago, yet somehow that time had felt much longer. Even though Ed tried to push the thought away, already something cold seeped into his heart when he remembered they would need to say goodbye only in a few days. What would happen after that? He surely didn’t know.

Only 13 days ago she had skated into his life (he cringed a bit at the cheesy expression he had picked) and changed it more than he thought was possible. It all had started with that awkward question about a figure skating lesson. She had promised to teach him and his team, giving them a chance to catch up. Somehow he had told her about the automail during their third meeting, even though usually it took him much longer to open up about it. Admittedly, Winry had felt it through his glove, making lying pretty much pointless. But the weird kind of acquaintance hadn’t ended at that; she had come into his room a day later, and he had made that stupid mistake that still made him feel embarrassed. Looking back to that moment, Ed realized that somehow, she had already wrapped him around her fingers even though he hadn’t wanted to admit it. Roy had made him understand his feelings a bit better, yet he had screwed up again only a few moments later. Then the accident happened, ending his Olympic journey, but making up with her almost made the pain and frustration worth it. After that, they had somehow gotten even closer, sharing some of their biggest secrets and now even a bed, and as he was staring her, he wanted to open up to her so badly and tell her he was ready, but…

There was the but. Could he really be the person she deserved? He was messed up, practically raised by himself, he had never been in a committed relationship, and before the Olympics he had thought he wouldn’t even want one. Al’s words from earlier echoed in his mind: “you think you don’t deserve happiness.” Ed leaned his head slightly closer to Winry, smelling her hair and thinking that if this was happiness, maybe he could get used to it.

Suddenly a plan formed in his head: he needed to have a talk with someone whose opinion he truly valued, someone who was good at relationships… and after that, he’d finally make his decision. That was what she deserved.

He was pulled back from his thoughts when he felt slight movement next to him.

“Morning.”

He saw the bright blue eyes staring at him, and to his annoyance, he blushed again. How the hell did she do that to him?

“Good morning to you too,” he tried saying nonchalantly, but his voice betrayed him.

“Have you been awake for a long while?” Winry asked, slowly disentangling their limbs as she must have felt just as hot as he did, Ed assumed.

“Nah, just a few minutes. I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked so peaceful.”

“Aww. That’s sweet.” They laid there quietly for a few minutes, until Winry started tracing two small star shaped tattoos on Ed’s shoulder with her fingers.

“I never got a chance to ask… Do these have some kind of meaning?”

“The tattoos?” Ed asked, surprised. “Yeah, they are for my mum and Nina… That I wouldn’t forget. Not that I ever would, but..”

“It’s OK. You don’t have to explain it any further. They look nice.”

“Thanks. My father wasn’t exactly thrilled when he found out, especially since I was only 16 back then and would have needed his permission… But I managed to persuade the tattoo artist.”

“What a rebel,” Winry poked him on his arm teasingly.

“Oh yeah? I don’t see any tattoos on you, woman,” Ed retorted, realizing too late they were so close their noses were almost bumping.

“Uh, what time is it?” He asked quickly and sighed of relief when Winry turned to check her watch that was lying on her night table.

“About 7:45, it would seem. Oh!” Winry exclaimed and sat up as fast as she could. “I need to get up right away then! Got a practice in 45 minutes… Guess I forgot to set the alarm…”

“It happens. Isn’t your next competition in two days already?” Ed asked. “Are you nervous about it?”

“I think I am a bit… But on the other hand, everything that has happened within the past few days has been a good distraction. I haven’t thought about it as much as I would have otherwise.”

“Oh… I guess that’s good?”

“It is…” Winry seemed to brace herself a bit before adding: “you know, I’ve been thinking. I don’t know how I should bring this up, because I don’t want you to misunderstand… but I feel it might be better if we don’t spend time together before my competitions are over. No nightly visits either.”

“OK?” Ed couldn’t hide his confusion. Not too many hours ago she had confessed her feelings, and now this? “Why, though?”

“Like I just said, I get distracted in your company, and that’s… not what I need right before my competition.” Winry sighed, then looked up and gave Ed a small smile. “You do understand this is very, very important to me, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course.” He nodded.

“Good. And hey,” she added as she stood up, “you should take it as a compliment. It means you have an impact on me.”

For about the millionth time in Winry’s company, Ed turned bright red. Somehow he still managed to get recognizable sounds out of his mouth after Winry returned from the bathroom with her training outfit on: “One question: do you want me to be in the audience? I already promised Al I’d take him to see figure skating. You know, because of that Mei girl.”

“If that’s what you promised, then I think nothing can stop you!” Winry told him, secretly happy that he still wanted to see her skate.

“Good. He would have been devastated,” Ed said dramatically.

“Are you sure it’s Al you’re talking about?” Winry teased but got serious soon. “Listen, I hope you get I’m not doing this because I dislike spending time with you or anything… It’s quite the opposite,” she blushed fiercely remembering what she had confessed last night. “This is just something I have to do. Besides, it’s been quite intense emotionally lately. Maybe it’s a good thing to spend some time apart?”

“Maybe. I guess I understand what you mean. I might do the same thing if I was in your position.”

“I’m glad you understand.” She surprised him by giving him a quick hug and saying: “I gotta go now, but I’ll see you soon enough.”

“See you. And I guess good luck! The next time we see each other, you’d better have a medal hanging from your neck!”

Winry grabbed her sport bag and turned to look at him once more before leaving the room. “I’ll do my best! And hey, remember the promise you told me about yesterday… Just think about it, will you?”

Somehow that one sentence changed the entire atmosphere in the room. Both had red blotches on their cheeks and all Ed could do was to nod. The nod made Winry a bit braver and she gave him a quick cheek kiss before rushing from the room. Ed just sat on the bed looking dumbfounded, rubbing the same cheek Winry had kissed absentmindedly. Her lips had felt so soft, and he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop imagining them until they’d see each other again.

Pan and Rose were whispering something in their corner of the locker room when Winry arrived there.

“What’s going on? Has something happened?” She asked them a bit nervously, not knowing what to expect.

“Nothing much… The Xingese just left the ice and both Mei Chang and Lan Fan pulled some jump combos I haven’t ever even seen before.” Rose sighed sadly and shook her head. “I don’t know how we can beat them.”

“Hey, now, that’s a totally wrong attitude! They might look awesome at the practice, but you know those awesome looking things often fail? I have firsthand experience on it…” she reminded them about her incident in the team event.

“Right,” Rose said, a bit embarrassed.

“You guys are lucky Garfiel isn’t nearby, he’d beat your asses if he ever heard you talk like that near him,” Winry lectured her friends. “Let’s remember that we are professional athletes. Of course you want to beat them, but first and foremost, you are here to beat yourselves. If after your performance you feel you did all you could, then you know you succeeded in your mission.”

“Sometimes I’m so amazed by your confidence,” Rose stated. “In fact, I think you have gotten even more confident during this tournament compared to before… How do you do that?”

“Because I know there are people behind me who support me, no matter what.” Winry looked at Rose and Paninya meaningfully. “Trust me, I haven’t always been like this. And… talking about things has helped me a lot. I’ve had a very strange two weeks here… but it has made me readier for this competition, I think.”

“Winry,” Paninya said suddenly. “You’re glowing. Did you sleep with him?” “What? No!” she denied immediately. “Although… technically I guess you could say that.”

“Did he spend the night in your room again?” Paninya asked.

“He… may have…” Winry blushed. “But nothing happened!”

“You don’t look like ‘nothing’ happened. Just tell us,” Paninya urged and Rose nodded encouragingly next to her.

“I… Fine, I confessed him.” Winry cringed of embarrassment when she remembered what she had told Ed. “I believe my exact words were ‘I’m starting to fall for you’.”

“I’m so happy for you!” Paninya threw her arm in the air as a sign of victory. “But what did he say? Please tell me he said he likes you too.”

“I think he likes me back,” Winry answered a bit uncertainly. “I mean, it sure seems that way. But he says he needs to be sure he’s mentally ready for a relationship before he says or does anything he might regret.”

“To me it sounds like he’s completely smitten over you,” Paninya noted. “I know guys who would just fuck with the girl, screw the consequences. But he’s spent two nights with you now and hasn’t even tried to kiss you? That requires some willpower.”

“What are you talking about?” Winry asked with confusion.

“Girl, have you seen yourself? You’re gorgeous, and smart, and funny, and everything anyone would want in their partner. I may have had a crush on you when I was like 12,” Paninya confessed.

That was news for Winry. “You did? You’ve never told me that.”

“Hey, like I said, we were 12 back then. I got over it a looong time ago. Now I see you more as some kind of a coach-sister-rival-friend combo. Rose, you know I love you and only you, right?”

“Of course I do, silly,” Rose smiled at her girlfriend and rubbed her back as a sign of understanding.

“I still can’t believe I won you over,” Pan shook her head with amazement. “What an awesome thing it was that Winry’s guy told you to continue skating because otherwise we wouldn’t have met.”

“You’re right! What a small world and funny coincidence. I think I need to thank him at some point. Win, will you send him my regards?” Rose asked, smiling softly.

Winry rubbed her neck awkwardly. “I would, but… I sort of told him we shouldn’t see each other until the competitions are over because I need to focus on this. Gosh, what if he’s mad at me now? I tried to explain it to him but what if he didn’t get my point?”

“Relax, Winry. He’s a pro athlete. If he didn’t understand, he’s a lot stupider than your boyfriend should be,” Paninya remarked.

Winry’s eyes grew wide. “B-boyfriend?”

“Aha. Weren’t you just talking about a relationship? Being in a relationship with him would mean he would be your boyfriend. Are you sure you understand the concept?”

“Of course I do!” Winry exclaimed, slightly embarrassed. “I’ve just… never… thought about that word… before. In this context.”

“Oh boy, two dense people like you really deserve each other,” Pan sighed. “Rose, we have always been great at sharing our emotions, haven’t we?”

“Sure, if you ignore the fact that you were crushing for me for half a year before telling me.” Rose winked at her girlfriend.

“It was different! I was worried you were still too upset about… you know…” Paninya stammered, referring to Rose’s late boyfriend’s accident.

“Right… And I appreciate you giving me the time and space,” Rose said, taking Pan’s hand into hers. “You seem to know exactly what I need, and that’s why I love you.”

“Aww, guys, you are so sweeeeeeet,” Winry said with a slightly teasing tone.

“Yeah yeah, you are not the only one who’s allowed to have an Olympic romance, you know.” Pan retorted, and suddenly all three girls burst out laughing.

“No matter what happens, I guess we can still say this journey has definitely been an experience,” Winry concluded for all of them.

#edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #my fics #fullmetal alchemist #ice skating au #lcmti

[justoneday-namjoonii]

Midnight Circus  pt.6

☾pairing: Jungkook(?)♡→  reader ☾genre: Angst. Fluff. Mature content. bad boy summer fling au ☾summary: “You’re ten times hotter this summer, you know that?” ☾Series status statement: “I don’t know how this happened...” a/n: ok so its a little scattered and I know I took forever but I hope the finish product makes up for the lateness^^

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“Can anyone tell me how many paintings by Claude Monet titled Water Lilies?”

Art appreciation. It seemed interesting enough so you went ahead and signed up for it. The professor had the class study, Claude Monet, this week, you knew the answer but decided to give the other students a chance. Speaking of the other students, Taehyung, Beah, and Namjoon attended this class as well. You sat somewhere near the front of the class, resting your head on your propped up forearm—your mind was elsewhere.

“Yes?” You glanced to the right to see Taehyung raising his hand.

“250 oil paintings.” 

“Correct. Can anyone tell me why?” He gave the class the opportunity to answer the easy question and you took it upon yourself to answer—you slowly raised your hand.

“Yes, Mr. Kim?” Namjoon must’ve raised his hand faster than you because now the class was curious about what he had to say.

He cleared his throat. “Monet was fond of his flower garden at his home in Giverny, it was the inspiration for a lot of his work, it was the center of his focus in last thirty years of his artistic life.” The information flowed off of his tongue like a poem made to mesmerize all who overhear.

“That is correct. Now class. . .”

He trailed off into something else but you were more interested in the buzz of your phone, it was a message.

[1:40] Namjoon: You knew the answer to that, we were just talking about it earlier.

You slowly eased out your phone so that it wasn’t in full view of the professor and typed slowly.

[1:40] You: yes but u raised your hand first and didnt give me time [1:41] Namjoon: ill make sure to give it to you next time then

When you felt the teacher was observing your way, you tucked your phone away, not to be answered until the class is dismissed. The clock was on your side today because before you knew it, the professor released you all early c=for a change. Students fleed the class like ants run to sugary spilled soda, they all had somewhere to be but you preferred to take your sweet time. You easily slid the notebook in your backpack and grabbed your bottle as you slung the bag over your shoulders.

“Miss L/n,” Your professor called out to you as he was exiting the classroom.

“Yes, professor?”

“I didn’t get to respond to your email but I thoroughly enjoyed your research paper, it was well organized and you presented your information eloquently.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“Keep up the good work.” The middle-aged man smiled as he cleaned off the dry erase board. You smiled, walking out of the classroom with less weight on your shoulders.

“Hey,” A familiar voice came from somewhere behind you and you looked back to see Namjoon, walking a bit faster so he could stroll beside you. “are you and Jen, Taehyung, and Beah still on for studying for this evening? If so, I can still help you guys out.”

“Uh, yeah,” You did have a pretty big test coming up, “I probably should.”

“Good. I have a paper to finish so I’ll head over there now.” 

“Alright, tell everyone I’ll be there soon, I need to get a book from the library.” You bid him farewell as he walked out through the exit.

You walked through the campus, passing by the library because apparently both of you needed to pick up a book for your classes. The sun shined through the campus, the warmth cascaded within the building and created a tranquil atmosphere for the busy students that scattered throughout the school. Since the book you were looking for had nothing to do with the one he was looking for, you went to different corners of the library.

Namjoon peeked through the bookshelves, searching for the book. He found it easily but he waited around, recognizing that you were still searching for yours. 

“Where is it?” You mumbled, still not finding the book.

“Y/n,” You felt hands on your shoulders and you turned to see who it was, “I haven’t seen you in a good minute.” Hoseok. You completely forgot that he used to work in the bookstore, you didn’t know he still hung out here.

“Oh my gosh, Hoseok.” You beamed, embracing him. “Hi, it’s so nice to see you again, how have been?” 

“Good, my schedule is pretty busy this semester. I haven’t had a lot of free time lately.” He spoke but you were distracted by his unfailing beauty. He was glowing, a sweet smile and a kind expression resting on his face. “Are you looking for anything in particular? I used to work here so I might as well help you out.”

“Thanks, do you know where- What’s the name of it again...” You reached into your pocket for the piece of paper that you wrote the book title on. “That’s what I’m looking for.” He inspected the paper.

“Ah, I know where this is. It’s over here.” He began to walk off somewhere and you followed him. Hoseok had always been so sweet and kind, he and Jimin went to the same dance studio you went to. He worked as a part-time instructor there until he could get transferred to the school he really wanted to study dance at.

“Here you are.” He gestured to the bookcase.

“Thanks, Hobi.” 

“No problem, I’ll see you later.” 

He waved goodbye. You went to the counter to purchase the book, it took a minute or so and you were out of the store and going to your car so you could get to the cafe where everyone was probably waiting on you.

“Hey...” She nudged his bare shoulder, the heat of his skin sent a nauseating spiral of guilt, shame, and discomfort to the pit of her stomach. “My mom will be home in an hour, you have to go...” She pulled the duvet up to cover her chest, he was slowly coming to. She nudged his warm arm again, this time with a little more force. “Jungkook, get your clothes on...” 

His eyes fluttered open upon the call of his name. Typical—he was waking up in another unfamiliar bed, wearing nothing but boxers and a sinful scent. “What?” He seethed, already annoyed by her nagging voice and visible attitude. 

“You have to go, my mom will be home soon...” She stammered, fumbling through her drawer for some clothes to throw on to cover herself. Jungkook narrowed his brow as he sat up to gather himself, he replayed what took place between them and sighed. What is this, the fifth or sixth person this week? He decided to stop counting after this one. He went to the floor to gather his discarded clothes from last night and slipped them on without a word. The brunette, on the other hand, was your classic suburban-nonconformist-chick who won’t show gratitude to the parents who provide for her. He’s not the first guys she’s had over, she knew the drill too well. She wasn’t his ideal pick either. She was a bit too common for his taste, a little obnoxious, but the night was ending quickly and he didn’t have time to be picky. Her clothes were easy off and that’s all he required at the time.

When he glanced at the girl, she was getting situated to go to the shower and for the life of him, he couldn’t remember her name. He stared at her as he tied his shoes, trying to remember, Shelby, Shannon, Sarah, Stephanie? Something with an S...

”Do you have any Tylenol?” He massaged his temples as he was on his out of her bedroom, he had a little bit of a hangover.

“Yeah,” She ran to her purse, searching for the little bottle, “here.”

He took the bottle and shook it lightly to get on little pill out. He gave it back and nonchalantly made his way towards to the front door, her heart began to plummet into her stomach—what had she done?

“Wait,” She voiced shyly, “will I see you again?”

He laughed, cracking the door to stand in the doorway. “Maybe.” He left her with that.

That meant she wouldn’t see him again, not here, not with her.

He drove, not really biased on where to but he didn’t want to go home. The rumbling of his stomach indicated that he needed something to eat. He went to the nearest fast food place to get a burger and fries, y’know, something healthy. He was supposed to be in class but he assumed that but by the time he gets there, it’ll already be over.

Oddly enough, he went home.

To his surprise, his mom was home and she had a lot of questions.

”Where were you?” She was at the kitchen island with a mug of coffee in hand, the demeanor of a brute criminal interrogator.

“A friends.” He shrugged, casually walking off to his bedroom.

“Get back over here.” She hissed—that was the,’if you know what’s good for you, you better get back over here’ voice, he willed himself to tread lightly now. “I come home, working hard to provide for our family and when I get back you’re not even here. And I’m not stupid Jungkook, don’t think for a second that I’m buying that ‘I was at a friends house crap.’”

“Does it matter where I was? You and dad are never here anyway, so why should I be?” He frowned. “Why do you suddenly care?”

“Because you’re my son and I love you.” She sighed when his jaw clenched with the darkening of his eyes. “I know it’s not easy, and I wish I hadn’t brought you into this but there’s nothing I can do. You said you didn’t want to live with your dad, why are you giving me such a hard time?”

“I’m giving you a hard time?” He had to refrain from going off on her and the only way he could do that was if he left this house. Without a word, he ran upstairs to gather a few things in a backpack and when he came back downstairs she just stared at him. He had always been like this, bad at expressing his negative emotions without hurting someone, so his solution was to leave. “I’ll be back in a few days.” He stated.

“Jungkook there is no reason for you to-”

“I need my own space right now and I’m not in the mood for a lecture, mom.” He left the house, his mother not really even knowing what to say or how to get her son to change his mind. And it was just that, she didn’t know Jungkook anymore, she was unaware of his daily life. She always said, ‘as long as you get good grades and don’t get anyone pregnant, you can stay under this roof.’ She felt as if he needed a bit more structure than that, but there’s nothing she can do about it now. He’s going through a rebellious phase and she’s taking the brunt of it.

Jungkook went to Yoongi’s apartment.

He let him in without hesitation and went back to his room to study.

Jungkook found refuge in that worn out couch, he had more to stress about than finals and sleep seemed to be his temporary solution. He was called into work suddenly and he grudgingly drove to the bowling alley. He spent hours fitting antsy kids and adults for worn out old rental bowling shoes.

“Over here!” Namjoon raised a hand to get your attention when you entered the cafe full of stressed students studying for finals. You walked over to your group of friends and sat beside Jennie.

“Hey, guys.” You began unloading your books on the cramped table.

“Y/n, hey, sorry to ask but do you have the notes from the professor Welsh? I couldn’t make it to class and no one had the notes from the lecture on pdf.” Jennie pushed her glasses up on her face, pencil tight in her hand.

“Yeah, I’ll send it to you.” You pulled out your computer and began going through your files, searching for the notes you worked so hard to get. When you sent it, she showed the utmost gratitude by buying you a matcha latte. You sat across from Namjoon and he was completely enveloped in his paper—being head of the class must be burdensome, having to keep your grades up to maintain the honorable title. School was always something constant in your life, without it you felt like you were a void, an empty with no purpose. You only felt like that sometimes—other times you craved freedom, to dream under the stars with smoke tainting your breath from loving on a dangerous spirit. You sort of experienced that, maybe not to its full effect but you know what it’s like to get close to boys like Jungkook and you didn’t like it—not anymore at least. 

You brought your mind back to the task at hand, your math and final project. The job they gave you was to collect the data and write the slides for the 19th-century economy. A few hours went by and the cafe was still heavy with customers, even at this hour. Suddenly, you felt something graze your ankle, someone's foot?

You looked from side to side, then right in front of you to see Namjoon grinning at his laptop. You looked at him with the sole purpose of catching his attention, but he didn’t look up, that’s when you received a message on your computer.

Namjoon: I meant to talk to you about the other night, r u okay

You furrowed your brows at the message, not immediately understanding what he was referring to. When you looked up at him he glanced at you but then he began typing something.

Namjoon: Jungkook was trying to follow you, I managed to stop him. Are you ok? 

You: Yeah I’m ok 

He titled his head, he knew that you weren’t ‘ok’ but now wasn’t the time to talk about it, your face pretty much said that it wasn’t the place or time.

“I need a break.” Beah sat her book down with a pout. “Anybody up for pizza?”

“If we go get pizza, we’ll never finish.” You tried to dismiss the idea but they weren’t in the mood to be focused and responsible anymore.

“How about we order food here?” Namjoon suggested.

“I know! Yoongi hyung is home, why don’t we take some pizza over to his place?” Taehyung proposed.

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Jennie went in on this crusade and you gave up trying to keep the studying here. Everyone began packing up their stuff and before you knew it, you were still packing up and Namjoon lingered behind.

“I wanted to ask, what did he do that made you so upset? He didn’t hit you or anything, did he?” If so, he was prepared to kill the kid. You slung your bag over your shoulder and walked out to the parking lot with Namjoon by your side. He came with Taehyung but you assumed he could ride with you to Yoongi’s.

“No, he didn’t hit me.” You reassured him, plopping down into the driver's seat. “He was mad that I was there, he just didn’t want to see me I guess...” Your words were but a mumble, not wishing to reminisce about that mistake of yours. “He also kissed me.” Namjoon made a perplexed expression. “Can you believe him? One minute he’s yelling the next he’s trying to kiss me. I slapped him and went home.“

“That’s my girl.” Namjoon giggled. “Now I know why he was so mad, you probably bruised his pride. He needed a wake-up call like that, not everyone is going to take his crap, he needs to learn that.” That fact made you smirk a bit, you felt like you had the upper hand as of now. 

“Why is he like this?...” You sounded tired like you’ve asked yourself this question before. “I don’t understand why he treats me like that...”

Namjoon had to think before giving you his answer, did Jungkook even have a reason? He assumed that the kid just acted like that because of childhood habits; he was selfish, greedy, aggressive even. “I-...I really don’t know, he’s only ever treated you this way, I think it’s just apart of his growing up process.” He scratched the back of his head in thought. “Even though he is an adult...He-”

“He saw me in the pool with Jimin, that was it!” Your abrupt outburst had Namjoon curious onto what else you had to say. 

“I don’t know what I was doing, I liked Jimin, I really did...” Your lips were turned down in a quivering frown. “I had a crush on him since forever and I never thought in a million years that he would give me the time of day, but he did, he told me that he liked me too and I was happy....” Your fingers were tight on the steering wheel, still trying to remain in control of the vehicle despite your frustration. “Jungkook kept sending these mean messages, I don’t even want to repeat the things he said, he was livid, over nothing Joon, absolutely nothing...” You stopped at the red light, holding back any signs of tears—this was nothing to cry about.

“I know you liked him. I wish it could’ve happened another way for you two but it just didn’t work out. I’m sorry I can’t help more...” This was the first time he heard how Jungkook found out about you and Jimin, now he understood a bit better. Jungkook went out there, looking for you and you were necking with one of his bestfriends—there’s the big picture. Jungkook was hurt, jealous—insecure. Something he wanted didn’t want him back, it wanted someone else. Can you imagine how it must’ve felt when he saw you, genuinely showering Jimin with affection after what you two had been doing? He was overwhelmed, he felt betrayed and used for the first time in a long long time, and that was the problem. He didn’t have the right to respond that way, you weren’t his; a few unchaste kisses and touching of bodies does not a relationship make. And Jungkook knew that. He knew that he didn’t want a bond from this and neither did you, so you and Jimin shouldn’t have been a problem. 

“I can understand why he was so angry now.” Namjoon gazed out of the window, a dispirited expression on his face. “I think for the first time in his life, his heart was vulnerable and he was no longer in control. You were tugging his heartstrings in every which direction and you didn’t even know it.” The mental picture brought a fond grin to his lips.

You blinked, attempting to process what he meant by that. “Me? I thought you were on my side here. I shouldn’t be penalized for his feeling-”

“No, no, no, I don’t mean it like that, of course, you shouldn’t. IIt’s just- Jungkook really hates feeling he’s not wanted, just like everybody else, he wants to feel desired. When he saw you- You I’m saying he felt like you were cheating on him, using him.” How were you supposed to use Jungkook? What could you possibly gain from that?

“You can’t cheat when there’s no relationship- And if it were him, he’d tell the unlucky girl to get over it because it’s not a relationship anyway. And if anything, he’s been using me. He doesn’t have the right to catch feelings but not punish me for it.” 

 “Yes, I agree, but I know Jungkook well enough to know this, his head, heart, and body are all in different spheres. He just doesn’t know how to make those three parts of himself work in unison and the result of that is situations like this.” Namjoon sighed, seeing that you two had arrived at the apartment already. “But that’s no excuse, he has to grow out of that and face the music like the rest of us.”

You two got out of the car and you ran over to help Taehyung with the pizza and Namjoon took it upon himself to knock on the door. Yoongi lazily opened the door, not phased by the sudden arrival. You helped bring the food inside and before you knew it you were plopped on the couch, forgetting everything related to finals and indulging in the cheesy, salty goodness of the pizza.

 “Hi Jungkook.” Irene. “A 7 1/2 please.” She came to the counter, looking at him like a hyena would a raw steak—he looked good to her. Jungkook knew her from around and she knew him but rarely did they interact.

“Okay.” He turned to look for the women's 7 1/2 box but it was empty. He searched around, dreading having to go to the overstock room to get them, he peeked up at her with doe eyes. “We’re out of 7 1/2′s can you do a 7 or an 8?” He raised his brows, seeing that she was smiling at him. “Well, I’m about to clock out so I’ll ask my manager to-”

“No, that’s okay.” She leaned against the counter, a grin still present on her lips. “You said you’re about to clock out, yeah? Are you busy?” Her eyes raking up and down his body, the slight bulging of his biceps under the work polo intrigued her in every way possible.

“No, why?” He countered with the crook of his brow, she followed him as he walked along the lengthy counter to go punch in his hours.

“Just curious...” Pearly whites digging into her bottom lip as he walked passed her, she followed him without clear intent. She put a hand on his chest, stopping him from walking away from her, she brought her face close to his, the proximity of closeness made him laugh—that’s what she wanted.

In a matter of minutes, they were in the alleyway between two unsuspecting buildings, classy.

“J-jungkook.” She manages to choke out through his relentless assault on her clavicle, it was more painful than anything and she wondered why he was being so forceful. When he lead her out here her stomach lurched in excitement and they were in the little corner where she was sure no one could see. “Y-you okay?” He was aggressive.

He responded with a rough nip to her neck followed by a tantalizing lick to soothe the pinch; she figured he was just in a feisty mood so she went with the flow. His hands found her bare waist and chest, not deciding on which one to seek comfort in. He was all over her, not providing her the leeway to control much but her hands. At this point, his shirt was wrinkled up and her lipstick was smeared into an abstract of lecherous hunger on her lips.

Jungkook snarled when her hand wandered up to his stomach to his chest but not close to where he wanted it. She gripped his collar to take his mouth away from her neck and have a nice long look at his deep, almost opaque orbs—he looked so intense and focused. “Are you trying to make look like I’ve been mauled? Damn.” She was referring to the love bites on her once cream-colored flesh. His cheeks were glowing a light pink when he left the heat of her neck, he was already feeling cold. 

“Why’re you in such a rush?-” He shoved his mouth against hers, swallowing her protests until they were nothing but moans—he didn’t come here to chitchat. They kissed for a little while, he easily battled her tongue into submission with his own, he would go so far as to say he was being a little nasty with it. But right now, he didn’t care what it looked like, as long as he could overstimulate himself with the feeling.

He pulled back, chest heaving lightly with a wetness coating his chin and strawberry colored lips. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Hm?” He smirked, their clothes were in shambles when he stopped to ask her. “You like this, don’t you? Shit, I know you do,” He smirked to himself, “I can see it on your face...” His hands doing their own thing to bring her to her metaphorical knees.

“Mhm.” She nodded, getting into character when his tone became authoritative and stern.

“Yeah?...” He nibbled on the cherry flavor that lingered on his lips, that’s why her lips were so bright red and plush. In the height of the moment, he clutched her jaw and slipped an index finger in the disturbingly warm cavern, because in hindsight, that’s all he was looking for out of this—warmth, he wanted to feel warm again. She bit him lightly, just applying enough pressure to grin. “Mm.” He scoffed, slipping the finger out and wiping her saliva on her clothes. “What do you want? Tell me what you want.” He demanded, wanting to hear her articulate it word by word.

“You, please.” She cooed. “I want you Jungkook, I don’t care how.” Now she sounded too desperate—but weren’t they both?

“Yeah?” He taunted with a throaty voice. “Let me hear you say it again...” He mumbled, more to himself than her. “Say it again, I want to hear you say it...” She obliged to his request, repeating over and over that he was all she wanted, craved to hear that. It triggered an influx of dopamine to his brain, it was like he was floating when he heard that one simple, yet, significant phrase, ‘I want you.’ “Fuck, turn around...” 

Warmth. 

For a moment, he felt a warmth, soft skin mangled together and he was in euphoria.

He got to feel wanted, even if it was only physical desire, and even if it only lasted for so long, he got to feel it and that had to mean something. It was satisfaction he was looking for but He hadn’t found it. When they finished, Irene clutched onto nothing when he pushed her further with an arm snaked around her stomach like a restraint. He felt a dirty, disgusting feeling—the high was over and it was time to say goodnight.

Night after night, girl after easy girl, in an attempt to fill that hollow space. Those girls would fill him to the brim for a short second just to drain him dry in seconds, and he’d do the same to them. He could have it his way, not have to lift a finger and they would swoon over him, fight each other if it meant spending their night with the midnight’s offspring. When it was all said and done, he cleaned up, fumbling to zip his pants up as Irene walked off in a hurry, saying she was supposed to be somewhere an hour ago or something like that. 

He went to his car in the back of the building and sat there dejected -- he regrets it, he felt remorse that made him want to cry and so he did. Tears escape his eyes and trickled down his cheeks. Sitting in the dark of the parking lot, sobbing into the steering wheel with trembling fingers—he felt cold again, it chilled down to his bones.

“Well, I should head home, my parents don’t want me out too late.” It was just you and Namjoon left while Yoongi was still in his room, Taehyung and Beah had gone home but you were pretty invested in this book when they left. Namjoon looked up at you from his computer. “Are you done with chapter 13?”

“Yeah, I finished it.” You began to pack up your stuff, tired and ready to go to get in your soft, cozy bed.

“Y/n, can you throw those towels in the dryer.” You heard Yoongi voice from his bedroom. “And throw those pizza boxes out.”

“This is your house Yoongi, I’m not your maid.” You grudgingly stood to your feet and went to do it anyway, it was the least you could do since he invited everyone into his place. Well, more like, let everyone invite themselves. You went to the little laundry area near the kitchen and did as he asked, Namjoon watched you with his glasses teetering at the tip of his nose.

“I guess I’ll head out too.” He announced, slinging his packed bag over your shoulder. 

“Wait, I’ll walk you to your car.” You stopped what he was doing and walked with him outside.

“Remember when you told me you’d look after me?” You spoke suddenly standing at the car door with a dreamy look on your face.

“How could I forget?” He smiled, his dimples looking as deep as the craters on the moon.

“Well, I’ve been thinking about that, a lot actually...” You twiddled your fingers absentmindedly. “You’re a really good friend, like, you care a lot about me, more so than most people.” 

“What are friends for, right? If I can’t help you in some way then what am I here for? That’s just how I think.” He crossed his arms, leaning against the car to look at you with a sweet smile. 

“Well, thank you.” You stood up on your tippy toes and pecked his cheek—he blushed immediately.

“Y-y/n?” He laughed nervously. “What was that for?”

“I don’t know, just for being you...” You were suddenly shy as he got into his car, bidding you farewell. You went back to the apartment to fold those towels for Yoongi.

Jungkook found somewhere to park and watch the lights for a little while, the tears had dried and he was calm again. He got himself together and drove back to Yoongi’s place. When he made it there, he pulled out the spare key and jiggled it in the lock before it popped open. “Hey, I’m back hyung.” Yoongi made a sound of acknowledgment. He sighed, throwing his heavy body on the couch. He noticed that there were a bunch of folded towels on the couch so he sat them on the center table. He laughed a little, he’s never seen Yoongi as the type to do laundry publicly. He was tired, even with the tv on he started to get droopy-eyed.

Someone was in the house. You had to use the bathroom before you left and you weren’t expecting anyone else to come over. Too anxious to walk out to see who it was, you slowly turned off the light and peeked out. There he was, watching tv the couch, curled up like a kid.

Why is he here? You wanted to be angry but you were more curious than anything. For a while you just watched him; he’d take a sip of water, weave his hand through his hair, habitual little things. It’s been weeks since you last saw him and you were happy about that, you were mad at him. He yelled at you and kissed you without permission, in front of a bunch of people and even tried to chase you.

After a little while, he was out cold and you took that opportunity to sneak out. You crawled out of the bathroom and into the living to get your bag, he was silent, not moving an inch as he slept peacefully. You managed to make it to the front door and you were just about to twist the mob when you felt a presence behind you, a heat. You couldn’t move, you were perfectly capable of walking out—why are you just standing here?

“You-...You left your sweater.” When you looked back he had wiped at his eyes in an attempt to hide any signs of sleep. “This is yours, isn’t it?” He stared at you, why were you over Yoongi’s, alone. “I remember you had it at the cabins.” You nodded and took the sweater, twisting the nob but not opening it yet, tear a started to well at your eyes. He’s always treated you differently, poked fun at you and made you feel out of place. He’d taunt you and try to annoy you whenever he got the chance, he wasn’t good and you didn’t want him, you didn’t want to want someone like him. You hand to chant in your mind, Ignore him, leave him, don’t say anything-

“You hurt me...” You looked back at him, he was surprised you even spoke. “I shouldn’t give you the time of day, you know that don’t you?” He scratched the back of his neck, pressing his lips together and making his dimples appear lightly, he was nervous. “You got mad at me for being around you and then you kissed me.” You frowned. “What is wrong with you!?” You shouted, probably disturbing Yoongi’s silence

He blinked and began to feel a tremendous amount of guilt weigh down on him.

“You tried to follow me, you called me a backstabbing slut, a whore...You act like I cheated on you! Like I violated something sacred when you really had no right to be jealous, we aren’t together. I am not yours, I have never been close to being yours and you know that. All we did was fool around and it didn’t mean anything to you. It shouldn’t have meant anything to me, you played with me and for some reason I let you...You don’t care about me Jungkook, you said it yourself, you just want my body, remember? You just come back for ‘the physical shit’ as you put it...you don’t even feel guilty either-”

“I screwed up.” He breathed heavily, anxious to start speaking “But just hear me out. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything, I was a douchebag.” His teeth sunk into his bottom lip. “I do some bad things y/n, really bad and dirty things, and when it’s done I feel sick to my stomach- I don’t know what it is, I just never get full enough, so, I do it over and over to fill myself up but I still feel empty...” You could only imagine what he meant as ‘bad things.’ “And cold...” He paused. “Even with all the bodies I’ve sunk myself in to get that warm feeling I can never get it to last, I can’t be satisfied and it’s killing me. I told you that I can’t stop thinking about you, the way you kiss, your laugh, the way you talk, it’s always in my mind-” He was just rambling now. “I’m just trying to forget you.”

“That’s really touching Jungkook.” You retorted in sarcasm.

He swallowed. “But it’s not working and I don’t know what to do. I even hooked up with a girl that once bullied you, a few girls actually...” He suddenly confessed. “When I realized it, I wanted to die. I knew you would hate me for it, you should hate me for a lot of things...”

“You’re right, I should hate you.” That physically stung him, your words were like daggers to his soul. “But I don’t, and that’s what I hate about you, Jungkook. Not that you emotionally scar me for life but because here I am, talking to you like it never happened.” And that was the truth. “We’re not lovers, we’re not in a friendship let alone a relationship, I won’t put this much emotional energy into something that’ll hurt me.”

He choked back a sob, was it really nothing to you? “I-...I don’t want to hurt you. I know I was mean but I was just upset. When I saw you and Jimin in that pool- I don’t know,” He exhaled shakily. “I felt hurt...”

“Well, I felt the same way when you yelled at me but I didn’t publicly humiliate you. Where is the connection between your emotions and your reactions? You’re not a child, you know better than to lash out the way that you do.” You were starting to sound like a mom the way you scolded him.

“I’m just asking for you to forgive me, that’s all...”

“Would that soothe your guilty conscious or something? If you get my forgiveness, what do I get, hm? I’ll be like you now, I don’t want to do anything that won’t benefit me...Doesn’t feel so good, does it?”

That was harsher than you intended.

“You get my vulnerability.” He replied timidly. “My weakness, my pain, you get to see me at my lowest...” Out of the blue, he started to cry, silently. The sight took your breath away—you had never seen him like this, absolutely vulnerable. A few tears escaped his eyes and you’re heart lurched, you were witnessing such a personal moment and you almost felt guilty. “I’m begging you...”

You started to feel terrible, he was really sincere about this. “Jungkook,” You sighed, “look, I forgive you okay? But that doesn’t mean-”

The melodic buzz of your phone interrupted the moment, it was your mom. “Hello? Sorry, I lost track of time studying, I’m on my way now.” Jungkook could hear your mom over the phone. “Love you too, bye.” You hung and tucked the phone back in your pocket. “I have to go...” 

Jungkook wiped away his tears and nodded, accepting the fact that you had to leave. You suddenly reached into your bag, searching for something until he pulled it out, his earbuds. “I uh, I never gave them back, so, here.” He extended his hand and you dropped them into his palm, was this a peace offering he thought.

“Thanks.” He looked down at his hand and slowly, out of sheer faith, he brought his face close to yours, noses getting too close for comfort. You stared him in the eye, his lips parted in desperation but you refused to quit their whine for attention. You felt your self almost meet his lips by instinct, knowing they remembered the dance they’ve done so many times at the campground. You placed a hand on his chest to deny his request though. He mentally winced at the rejection but it didn’t change a thing because, in a matter of seconds, you were out the door and he stood there alone—cold.

“Don’t forget to turn the TV off, I can’t sleep with it on.” Yoongi peeked out of his room nonchalantly to see Jungkook walking back from the front door, he figured he’d ask later. Jungkookk went to sleep on the couch, the silence lulling him into a state of peace.

You are the sun that rose again in my life The return of my childhood dreams

I don't know what this feeling is. Perhaps, I'm in a dream, are you there too? My surroundings become more and more transparent, but I still see you.

#bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #bts scenarios #bts imagines #Bts summer fling #bts summer au #bts fanfic #BTS au #jungkook #taehyung #yoongi #namjoon #seokjin #jimin #hoseok #midnight circus #its been a while #this is a bit more emotional than I intended #but eh oh well #euphoria #jungkook euphoria

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The One Who Stayed CH6

Lucas was paralyzed. With his conscience full of deception, he looks the body next to him. A slim figure, brown hair, face against the pillow, he would recognize that everywhere, after all, he used to sleep with that person - I’m so fucked – He says to himself, while he softly grabs her hand from his chest and put it on the bed.

And then he starts to think about his possible scenarios.

He could let the asshole in him take control of the situation, and simply ghost her. And that really sounds tempting.

But he will have to see her when they need to go to the court for the custody of Lily if things go south for him.

Finally, he covers his eyes in total regret, he will have to face it. He sleeps with the woman who destroyed her own marriage and cheats on him with other men for 2 years - I’m gonna cut the wine too – Lucas says to himself, doing the most practical thing to avoid the guilt.

Blame it on the alcohol.

 A few hours later, Riley wakes up and didn’t recognize the window on the room, her mind was gently enough to remind her why she didn’t recognize that room.

That was Lucas room.

His new room, she thought to herself, making herself feel a bit down.

But then she remembers last night and all the things they did.

She tried to get up, her jelly legs remind her of all the other things he did to her.

And she smiles - This might be good – Riley says while she softly bit her lower lip with a huge smile.

Riley walks to his kitchen, wearing one of his new shirts, expecting saw him there.

But it really wasn’t.

There was nobody.

No sign of Lucas or her daughter, no pancakes, no coffee, not even his bright smile, just nothing.

Lucas softly open the door of her mother’s apartment, hoping to find her there – Mom? – he calls her.

- Kitchen - Mary answers his question.

- Hey Mom - Lucas says and kisses her mother cheek while she continues her cooking.

- Hello baby boy - Mary says making Lucas laugh - There is sweet tea in the fridge if you want - she says while she cleans her hands.

- Ohhh you're the best - Lucas says and looks in the fridge - Uh, interesting, 3 glasses already served, like if you know I was coming - Lucas adds - You knew I was coming - he stated.

- Oh, I know a lot of things - Mary says to her son, and when he put the 2 glasses of sweet tea, she fastly hit her son in the head - You think what you did last night was a good idea? - She asks him.

The only thing in Lucas' head was "how".

- What? I went straight to bed last night, don't know what you're talking about - Lucas lies to his mother.

- Lucas Joseph Friar - Mary says raising her voice - Don't lie to your mother - She says pointing her finger direct into his face.

- Ok, ok, ok, yes, I slept with Riley last night - Lucas confess - And I know it wasn't my brightest idea, I'm sorry - he apologizes.

- It's ok - Mary says holding to Lucas' arm and letting her chin rest on his shoulder - I just want to know if that means something - she adds.

- Well, I want to know how did you get that information? - Lucas asks her mother.

And then the answer sits in front of him.

- Mind to pass me the sweet tea in the fridge Lucas? - Zay asks.

- Well of course - Lucas says and give him a can of Dr. Pepper – Sweet tea is for good boys – Lucas says.

- Hey, she made me - Zay says with his particular smile while he receives his sweet tea from Mary.

- How did she make you? - Lucas asks while Mary had a sincere smile looking at both boys.

- I was like, "you wanna hear the story of why I'm here and I'm not staying with your son, even when he promised me he will pick me up at the airport but left me there, even when I flew here from Stanford for 6 hours?" and she said yes - Zay answers his best friend question.

- Oh God, that's what I forgot yesterday - Lucas says, feeling truly sorry for his friend - I'm sorry Zay - Lucas apologizes.

- It's ok man - Zay says.

Then they all face the most awkward silence.

Lucas looks at Zay.

Zay looks at Lucas.

And Mary looks at them.

- What were you thinking? - Mary was the first to break the silence.

- I'm sorry Mom - Lucas apologizes.

- Dude, I don't know the whole story, but even I know that wasn't a smart move - Zay adds to Mary's point.

- Shut up Zay - Lucas replies.

- No, this time, you shut up and for once listen to me instead - Zay cuts Lucas, surprising him and his mother - Sorry Mrs. Friar, didn't mean to raise my voice in front of you - Zay apologizes to Mary.

- Zay, you don't know the whole story, so don't you dare to lecture me - Lucas says to his friend.

- Oh, I'm gonna lecture you, because you need to hear it - Zay replies and Lucas just rest his face on his hands - But don't worry, it will be fast, first, you're a moron if you think what she did is your fault, second, sleeping with her was an idiotic mistake that probably is gonna bring you a lot of trouble when you finally decide to get a lawyer and tell her that you want a divorce, third and last, you should have married Maya, there I said it - Zay finish in front of a surprised Lucas and a smiling Mary.

- Thank you - Mary says softly holding Zay's hand.

- Excuse me? - Lucas asks her mother.

- Don't excuse me? Lucas Joseph Friar - Mary says with a sad look - Because even when agreed with Isaiah, do you really think I want that your marriage fails? Do you think this make me happy? -Mary asks him feeling how her eyes get a bit watery - Or don't you remember what happened a few days ago before you left my bar out of bourbon? - She asks her son.

- Look, both of you - Lucas start a bit tired of everyone telling him that everything he does is wrong - I've made a mistake, and I'm gonna deal with it - He says, being stopped by his phone - Later - He adds, looking at his phone - Mark? - Lucas asks - Repeat again? - He asks again this time massaging his left temple with his free hand - No, Riley supposed to pick up Lily today, that's why I'm not there, she didn't show? God dammit! - Lucas curses and her mother just give him "the look" - Sorry - he apologizes to her mother - Is there a problem if she stays with you a few hours? I need a little word with my wife - Lucas explains - Oh, Mark, you're a savior, can you give the phone to Lily? Thanks - a few seconds later, his angry forehead relax, and a playful smile grow on his face - Hey sweetheart - Lucas says to his daughter - Yeah, i'm sorry, but I had too much fun with uncle Zay and Grandma and I lost track of the time, but don't worry, me and uncle Zay will pick you up in a few hours, so please be a good girl like usual and as a prize tonight we will have pizza for dinner, It's a deal? good girl, please give back the phone to Mark - Lucas finish talking with his daughter and heard Mark get his phone - I will be there in 2 hours, thanks, I owe you big time - Lucas says finishing his call.

- I smell trouble - Zay says to Mary Friar and she only nods in agreement.

- Zay, let's go, I'll drop you at my apartment before getting my daughter - Lucas says while he gets close to his mother, softly kissing her cheek - Lily misses your pecan pie - Lucas adds making his mother smile - Well, Maya misses your pecan pie too, so please can you bake 2, so Lily and I can have some - He adds, making her mother laugh again.

- I will bake 3, I know that girl's appetite - Mary says making Lucas and Zay laugh.

- So, are we going? - Zay asks.

 30 minutes later he regrets asking that.

- What the hell are you doing here? - Lucas asks Riley the second he notices she was there.

- Well, I was waiting for you to come back with Lily - Riley explains before she takes a few sips of tea.

- I'm gonna go for ice cream, ok? - Zay says before leaving Lucas apartment - Not nice to see you Riley - Zay adds before he leaves them alone.

- What's his problem? - Riley asks Lucas a bit mad for Zay's greeting.

- Are you seriously asking me that? - Lucas asks back - He knows what you did to me Riley, and I'm his best friend, do you really think he's happy to see you? - He asks again - Hell, even I'm not happy to see you - Lucas adds.

- Come again? - Riley says like she heard wrong.

- Riley, let me be clear with you - Lucas start massaging his temples with his fingers - Right now, you should be with Lily, because you should have picked her up, but instead of that, you decide to stay in the apartment of probably the person who hates your guts more than anyone in this whole wide world - Lucas adds, trying to have a bit of composure.

- You don't mean that - Riley says clenching her fists - I know that what we did yesterday mean something Lucas, you hide what you feel from me - She adds with her eyes glued to his eyes.

- Of course, because even after what you did to me, I don’t want to you to suffer, can you believe that? I’m that stupid - Lucas says facing her, then taking a deep breath - Fucking you for a few hours it's not gonna erase the awful picture of you sucking Charlie Gardner's dick in the same bed we share for 6 years, it's not gonna erase the fact that you had a relationship with him for 2 years - Lucas says in the verge of a breakdown - Mark ask me if I still loved you - Lucas adds, making Riley look at him with a bit of hope - And trust me, I do, I still love you, but every day I love you less and less Riley, and today was the bottom line, you can do whatever you want to me, but there is no chance in hell I'm gonna let you do what you want to our daughter - He says, finally breaking Riley.

- I didn't mean to leave her, I just thought that you will go and pick up her so we can have a family lunch like in the old days - Riley says trying to grab his hand.

But he reacted faster and move his hand, again - Riley, there is no more family between you and me, we are done, you destroyed us - Lucas says to her feeling his own tears - Get out of my house Riley, tomorrow I will leave Lily at your parent's house, you can pick up her there - Lucas adds, begging for her to leave his apartment fast.

When she gets to the door, she turns and looks at Lucas.

Her eyes in tears almost make him take back his words.

- Are you sure we can't fix this? - she asks him from the door.

- Go Home Riley - Lucas says, as a goodbye to his wife.

A few minutes later Zay shows on Lucas door.

- How bad? – He asks his best friend.

- Horrible bad – Lucas answers looking at the floor.

- Your apartment looks fine for horrible bad - Zay tries to joke.

But Lucas wasn't in the mood.

- One joke more and I will send you back to Stanford unconscious - Lucas threat him.

And Zay just feels a chill on his back.

- Sorry - He apologizes - Go get Lily, I will wait here and try to erase every evidence of Riley being here - He adds.

Lucas gives him something that maybe someone with really bad eyesight could describe as a smile.

- See you in a few hours - Lucas replies and grab his keys before leaving Zay in his apartment.

After almost an hour, Lucas arrives at Mark's house.

- Sorry, awful traffic - Lucas excuses himself.

- Daddy! - Lucas heard from the hall.

- How is Daddy's little princess? - Lucas asks his daughter.

- Great, Mia asks me and Jayden to marry her and we said yes - Lily says and Lucas look at Mark.

- I can explain that - Mark says and give him a nervous laugh.

- Lily, can you go play with your future wife? - Lucas asks her daughter.

- Ok - Lily says and puts a softly kiss on his cheek before leaving him with Mark.

- I told them the story of how I meet Joshua and why we marry each other - Mark apologizes.

- Please tell me you told them the PG version of that story - Lucas says making Mark laugh.

- Don't worry, I re-edited some parts of the story - Marks assures him - Wait, you're not mad that my daughter is "married" to your daughter? - He asks Lucas.

- Why? I Love Mia - Lucas answers.

- Awww you're so sweet - Mark says - If you only were Gay - He adds, making Lucas burst in laugh.

after a few seconds, both men walk to the kitchen.

- So, I'm guessing you bring me here because you want to talk about your marriage unless... - Mark says looking at Lucas with his eyes half-closed.

- Still straight Mark - Lucas says.

- Ok, then I'm all ears - Mark says.

- How bad is sleeping with the person you're gonna ask for a divorce? - He asks.

- Beg your pardon? – Mark asks Lucas putting his glass of water in the counter.

- I ask, hypothetically speaking, how bad is sleeping with the person you want to divorce for 3 hours – Lucas explains, and Mark just high five him.

- Well, hypothetically speaking – Mark says and slap Lucas face – Are you out of your mind?! – He asks him whispering.

- On a scale from 1 to 10, how screwed I am? – Lucas asks now.

- If you continue with this kind of behavior? 10 – Mark answers, then take a deep breath – But, technically speaking, you had sex with your wife, there is nothing illegal on that, well, of course, that’s gonna make you look like a total asshole - He adds while Lucas takes a sit on his sofa.

- Dammit, I'm an asshole - Lucas says covering his face with his hands.

- Yes, you are, but you're cute - Mark says.

- Getting a deal from Riley it's gonna be impossible - Lucas says in defeat.

- Oh, it's gonna cost you a lot of money, I'm guessing about 2 craploads of money - Mark agrees with him - Well, unless, Nah, impossible - He adds.

- What, what's impossible? - Lucas asks.

- Well, any chance to convince Topanga to do a deal that's beneficial for both of you? - He asks.

Then Lucas goes silent.

Topanga might want to help him.

Even when she probably is gonna be Riley's lawyer.

But if she is involved, that might work.

- I need to make a call - Lucas says looking at Mark.

CH5         CH7

#GMW #Lucaya #Lucaya Fanfic #Broken Lucas #OoC Riley #The One Who Stayed #Lucas x Maya

[classic-rock-roller]

1. You come home one day to hear excited whispering through the door. You open it and see Kevin and Randy sitting on the couch, looking suspiciously unbusy. Before you even ask what’s going on, a German Shepherd puppy jumps over the back of the couch and runs up to you. You glance up at them and Kevin bursts out excitedly “We got a puppy!” How do you respond?

“Aww, he’s so cute! What’s his name? Although the two of you are potty training him and footing the bill from the landlord for keeping the dog.”

2. You are attempting to make dinner for Nikki, Tommy and Kevin, your roommates. Something along the way went horribly wrong, and you managed to set off the smoke alarms. They all rush into the kitchen to see what happened, only to see you looking sheepish and confused in the middle of it. What happens next?

They most likely help me turn off the smoke alarms and then help me with dinner because I’m a pretty good cook I just sometimes don’t get recipes right entirely. 

3. You and Crue are assigned an interesting project for film class. Somehow, Tommy got put in charge of writing the script, and the characters are Gordon Ramsay, Dean Winchester, Santa Claus, and Ozzy Osbourne. Who films and who plays who?

Tommy would play Gordon Ramsay because I think he’d like to yell a lot. I can see Mick playing Ozzy don't ask me why. I can see Vince play dean and Nikki playing Santa Clause. (Was Tommy high when he came up with those characters or something?)

4. You get home to see Kevin, Nikki, and Duff making dinner. You don’t think anything of it, until after about fifteen minutes. You hear Duff scream in pain, “AUGH, YOU BASTARD.” You rush back to the kitchen to find that he’s got a steak knife in his arm. What do you do?

“What the fuck happened? Why does Duff have a steak knife in his arm? Did one of the two of you stab him with it?” I’d then pile the three of them into my car to take Duff to the hospital all while lecturing about the importance of kitchen safety. 

5. You and GNR go out to buy a Christmas tree. Who tries to climb every single one, who is dissatisfied with them all, who is already complaining about needles in the carpet, who jokingly pretends the tree is a lady only to get a mouthful of pine needles, and who sighs and picks one up to drag it to the checkout area?

Steven tries to climb every one, Axl is dissatisfied with every one, slash complains about the needles, Duff gets a mouth full of pine needs, and Izzy just sighs and drags one to the checkout area.  

6. Crue and OG Quiet Riot as high school stereotypes?

Tommy, Nikki, and Kevin--the jocks 

Vince--in with the popular girls 

Randy and Mick--book smart kids 

Drew and Rudy--band kids 

7. You and Crue are out to dinner. Who orders for the group, who changes their order last minute, who can’t decide (and always ends up getting the same thing anyway so the debate is always moot), who orders a sundae as an appetizer, and who always gets stuck footing the bill?

Tommy always orders for the group. 

I always change my order last minute 

Vince cant decide (*me to Vince* ”Oh my god Vince just fucking pick something.” “I will this is a very important decision.” “Vince, it’s fucking food. just fucking pick something.” Fine! I’ll get the chicken.” *under my breath* “He gets that every fucking time. I don’t  know why we have to go through this.”)

Nikki orders the sundae as an appetizer 

and Mick usually ends up footing the bill but sometimes I do too.    

8. You’re walking around your neighborhood one sunny day when you pass by Kevin, mowing his lawn. You glance at him, see he is absorbed in what he's doing. A moment later you hear him scream, “Son of a BITCH”. You turn back to see he’s fallen and is spewing profanities like a fire hydrant. What do you do?

I run over to him to make sure he’s ok. If he’s hurt and it’s not too serious I’d say “Hold on I have a first aid kit back at my house.” If it’s serious, I’d drive him to the ER and wait for him to be taken care of so that I can drive him back home. 

9. You and Nikki meet Tommy and Vince for lunch one day. As you sit down, Nikki says “Man, my legs are so sore.” Vince casually asks “Why?” Nikki looks at you to tell the story, and you flush out of embarrassment. Without missing a beat, Tommy shouts “OH MY GOD DID YOU GUYS FUCK OH MY GOD VINCE THEY TOTALLY DID.” You don’t have the courage to tell them that Nikki’s legs are sore because you two went to JumpStreet for 4 hours. How do you two proceed?

I’d flush and stutter even more and then go no...we didn’t do that. We just went to JumpStreet for four hours... to which both Tommy and Vince would look at us and go “Uh-huh” I’d just let them go if they don’t want to know the truth so be it.  

10. You get on a plane to head out to see some extended family. You are seated next to Tommy, who looks like he’s been awake for a week. As soon as you’re in the air, he passes out on your shoulder. Do you move him or leave him be?

I’d leave him be. He seemed really tired and if he can get any sleep that’s important I wouldn’t want to risk waking him. 

11. You get home to see Nikki sitting on the couch with his arms outstretched. “What are you doing?” You ask him. “Cuddle me, you weirdo.” He says. How do you proceed?

I’d go cuddle him. Why wouldn’t I do that?

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1. You are roommates with Stephen Pearcy and because of his long hair, it constantly clogs the sink. Every time he complains about cleaning it you usually respond with, “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.” One time when you say this, he leaves the bathroom and locks you in. What do you do?

2. After getting your little puppy with Randy, he is ecstatic and constantly is carrying the dog or the dog is yipping and following him around. One day while you’re making dinner, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. After a minute or two he starts kissing your neck, so you turn around and look at him. “What’s all this about?” he says, “Think about it. The little patter of children in our home.” How do you respond?   

3. You and Warren live together in an apartment. It’s the middle of summer and it’s extremely hot and you’re in a drought. Both you and Warren are pretty much melting on the couch even though all of the windows are open. All of a sudden Warren gets up. “Where are you going?” “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.” How do you respond?   

4. You came home early from work to find a note from Randy telling you that he was out and he’d be back later. Ok, not a problem, you wait up for him until about ten o’clock. But you have to get up at about six in the morning, so you go to bed. At about midnight you feel the bed dip beside you and roll over, “It's midnight! Where the hell were you? You had me fucking worried!” Where was he? 

5. You’re walking down the stairs with Randy when all of sudden you trip. Randy catches you and asks if you’re ok to which you respond that you are, but you wait until you think he is out of earshot before muttering, “Except for my dignity.” Randy turns around and says, “That’s ok, I like that I caught you and not someone else.” How do you respond?

6. You’re getting ready for bed without Randy because he’s going to be out late with Kevin. All of a sudden you feel arms wrap around your waist and instinctively you hit the person which causes them to fall onto the bed. When you turn around you see it’s Randy and he’s holding his nose. What do you do?

7. Randy’s been really sick lately and stuck up in bed. Whenever he gets chills or gets uncomfortable with sour muscles you either cuddle with him or give him a massage and every time he says, “But you’re going to get sick. I don’t want to make you sick.” How do you respond?   

8. You have headphones in your ears and are dancing around the kitchen and singing, making dinner to one of your favorite songs. Randy opens the door and calls you and after not hearing you he goes to investigate. He finds you in the kitchen and decided to learn up against the doorway. It’s another two or three minutes before you realize he’s there and when you pull your earbuds out he says, “I like when you dance. You’re good.”  How do you respond?

9. Kevin is over at your’s and Randy's house for dinner, Randy says something that makes you blush and Kevin says, “Aww, you’re so sweet and cute and precious.” “I AM NOT SWEET. I AM DARK AND MYSTERIOUS AND DANGEROUS.” Then you do a tiny kitten sneeze. And Randy wraps his arm around you. “Awww, how cute.” How do you respond to Kevin?

10. While over at Kevin and Randy’s house you have your sketchbook out and are drawing Randy. Kevin comes over and asks what you’re drawing. You instinctively hide it which makes him want to see it more. He grabs it from you, “Oh this looks nice. I’m going to go show Randy.” He starts to head out the door. What do you do?

11.  Randy wants to wake up extra early to do something but he’s having trouble getting you out of bed. “Just get up. It’s not that hard!” You pull the covers off you. “No, I’m hibernating.” and then go back under. “Well, it’s not that cold out and you’re not even an animal.” Again you pull back the cover. “I can be what I want to be.” “Just get out of bed.” “NO.” “That’s it.” and Randy picks you up. What do you do?

@osbournebemydaddy, your move.      

#tag game #tag war

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 15.05.17 lb

oh, we’re starting with this right off the bat! nice! 

oh anika. ease up on him a little. 

ok shivaay, maybe you ease up a little too. 

oh wait, you guys are doing that thing where you're pretending to be on opposite sides again, aren't ya? ha! you got me good! 

if you're not, please go into the room and... sort this shit out? 

ok, laying it on a little thick with the whole MAA KA PYAAR thing. 

i'm practically cackling with glee! >:D 

lmaoooo, anika's bitchface! 

adding that to the never-ending list of things i need to gif from this show. 

don't worry NT, "mamta ka saboot" is gonna become a regular thing around here in a bit. bas shubhaarambh tumse hai. :))) 

like... how many items are we talking here? 

"ek kaam kar lete hai. akkad bakkad kar lete hai!" 

sound decision making technique. as good as any! 

pffffffffft, it's like 95% hair stuff. just pick any random one! 

i feel like the doll was a stupid choice maybe. 

*making sign of the cross* 

le, anika ko khud nahi pata usmein kya saamaan tha.

arre waaaaaaah. bilkul sahi! *ding ding ding* winner winner, chicken dinner! 

"AB TOH HUMERE KALEJE SE LAG JA BETI!!!!!!!" lmaooo 

reminding me of govinda in andaaz apna apna: “aa, gale lag jaa!”

... they're playing the long con. i'm positive of it. 

"iske alag se paise lenge hum."

lololol, if nothing, NT is an expert negotiator and business woman. 

oh thank god, FOR ONCE he shuts the fucking door for private business. warna har koi has a front seat to these two and their life. is it any wonder they haven't banged yet? that door closes only once in 6 months.

SSO waala music. khulaaaaaasa of draaaaama! 

hahahaha, her face as she looks up. the besttttttt. i love this munchkin so much!!!!!!

SSO ka shaatir smile face as well! i love! 

i guess this is how you keep a marriage exciting when you have no sex life. :///

waah, flashback mein flashback. 

sariiii mein sariiii, paraag sariiii! (anyone old enough to remember that ad here?)

lmao, OF COURSE these two have an "ishaara" for nakli jhagda. 

"nakli mummy ko asli dhakka dekar ghar se bahaar nikaalne!" lololol

this is just a reprise of the conversation they had in the gazebo re: mahi ve. 

"aap bottom tak jaaiye ya bell-bottom tak..." LMAO 

yeah, that's coz you're an elitist fucker...

oh no. oh boy. this conversation is veering into dangerous territory. 

pffffffffft ok. enough lecture about motherhood. best beta award kya jeet liya, yeh mahoday toh bandh karne ka naam hi nahi le rahe. 

"mujhe jhoot se sakht nafrat hai!" 

errrrrrrr, yeh om ka bhoot shivaay mein kabse ghus gaya? shivaay is perfectly fine with lying and manipulating when the occasion calls for it? 

ouff, again, just because someone SAID something, doesn't mean it's true. USE THE POWER OF SCIENCE LIKE YOU DID THE FIRST TIME. 

... he'd still be an oberoi? pinky isn't the oberoi here? 

 i don't get this show's weird concept of "being an oberoi". like even when they brought this whole thing up re: omkara; nowhere was it said that TEJ wasn't his father. just that JHANVI wasn't the mother. how does that make them "not an oberoi"????

height of unrealistic and ridiculous - having a husband that hot + adorable, and lying in bed with him like this: 

at least be spooning, even if you guys aren't... forking. 

and who sleeps with their pillows so neaaaaatly arranged? pft. 

also who sleeps with dupatta, that too pinned!?? surefire way to get strangled in your sleep. 

revolutionary new alarm clock system by anika: drip water onto husband's face to wake him up.*

*please note that husband's reactions may vary morning to morning, and based on nature of fluid he is subjected to. 

lol, of course you have a "zabarrrrdast plan". 

HOW ABOUT MAKING ONE TO FUCKING KISS YOUR WIFE????? MAKE A PPT PRESENTATION, PRINT IT OUT AND PUT IT IN A BINDER, IDC, JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY, YOU FUCKING NERD! 

i swearrrr to god prinku was studying in an arts college in the start of the show, where anika was working in the canteen. i bet those are the words they blurred out in the name of the college. 

lmaoooo the fakeassssss lab. ALSO WHY IS SHE WEARING HEADPHONES IN THE LAB???? 

prinku so friendless and unpopular, that not a single person warned her when the alarms went off. they just left her ass there to die. 

dude her nose. she should ask for a refund. seriously. 

UGH. THIS ASSHOLE. 

girl, you're surrounded by acids. arm yourself with one. 

NT is me, seemingly incapable of sitting on a sofa without putting a leg up. 

i'm working on it, i promise. 

routineeee tests, uh huh. i bet his hypochondriac ass does these tests like, every 15 days. 

LMAOOOOO, NT IS ME. PHUKAT KA JO BHI HAI, I'M UP FOR IT.  

lol, how smooooooooothly he slipped the DNA test in. amaze. #businessmanOfYear

mummeh ka billu, unhi se meow! 

NT finally gets hint after some pretty frantic eyebrow acting from pinky. 

"thappad se darr nahi lagta hai saabji, suiii se lagta hai!" 

lollllllll, where's gauriiiii when you want her? 

lmao meeee. i'm so fucking scared of needles, you don't even know. i once spent like 4 hours in a waiting room, letting everyone else go in front of me, coz i was too fucking chicken to get my blood drawn. 

arre waaaah, shaktiji, aap toh aaj kal bade kaam aa rahe hai! 

LMAO DID SHE JUST DRINK THE WATER OUT OF A VASE?!?!?!??! 

lol shaktiji badeeee shareeef ban rahe hai. chalo koi nahi, aapki raasleela ki kahaaniya kuch hi dino mein kameeni se sun lenge. ;) 

lol khoon tha ya rooh-afza????? why did it look like THAT? why can't this show afford realistic looking fake blood? 

um hello???? what about everyone else's blood for the "ROUTINE TESTS"????? 

pft, we all know pinky's not gonna get caught so easy. awaiiiii ka red herring bullshit. 

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs

[rebel-21]

4 Times The Charm Part 2/4

Chapter 2 That was shocking 

 Ezra knew what he needed to do which was get to the main computer and get the intel while the rest of the crew was going to blow up some weapons that were on this Imperial ship. Simple enough right wrong! No one told Ezra that the Imperial Ship was more advance in tech than the one he was to use to on Lothal. No one told him that once he was able to patch into the system that it sent a virus into his wrist computer. That he at that time had no idea he had! So the next time he went to patch into another computer he was going to get the shock of his life. Yup, his day was full of shocking surprises. 

“Specter 6! Do u read me! " 

"Agh!" 

Ezra clamped his fingers over his comm link that was in his ear. "What the fuck! Kanan"He hissed into his comm. As he jumped out of the vent that he was in. As he landed in a crouch. 

"You didn’t answer me when I contacted you two minutes ago. Did you get to the computer cells. "Kanan hissed on the other end. 

Ezra rolled his eyes. "Yes kanan I heard you "he hissed back. "But I couldn’t answer you because there were guards right below me! ”

 "Did you get to the computer yet’! “Kanan hissed. "Cause we’re running out of time ! "What taking you so long!" 

"Right now what taking me is you !"Ezra hissed back. Ezra could hear gun fire on the other end. "Um kanana is everything going k?

 As  he started to walk around the room he was in. The room wasn’t that big it had ask at the far right wall that look to have some files on them. On the left side of the room looked like there was small closet. The main door was directly across from the closet. As his eye fell upon the computer he was looking for. As he quickly plugged his wrist computer into one of the ports. 

"Kanana am in!”

As he started to work his hacking abilities but something kept flashing on the screen. 

“Use code names.!!!”

He could hear kanana hiss in his ear. As he heard then felt explosion go off as he quickly grabbed onto a desk chair to steady himself. “Is everything k! ” no sound could be heard from the Jedi on the other end of Ezra comm. “Specter 1 can you hear me! " 

As he began to try to hack even faster but none of his coding’ was working as he saw another symbol appear on the screen. But flashed away to quick for him to figure it out. "COME YOU PEACE OF CRAP!" 

As he tried to type in another code. Then an error message came up on the screen. System corrupted code 33259 found protocol 453222. Active. "Wh…”. Before Ezra could even speak he felt a shock run into his wrist computer as the current ran through him as he screamed in pain before blacking out completely. 

“SPECTER 6COME IN SPECTER 6! EZRA!!!”

 As he slowly opened his eyes as every inch of his body was sore. His mind felt so groggy and his eyesight was blurry as fuck. As he raised a shaky hand to his earpiece. 

“Specter 6 here" 

His voice was little shaky and rough. As he cleared his throat as he spoke again. "Specter 6 here the file were corrupted I couldn’t get into them”. 

“Specter 6 where the fuck are you”!You had 10 minutes to get the files it been 15!’ Kanan voice sounding beyond pissed. “where is your location!" 

Ezra slowly raised into sitting position as the room spun little. 

"Am on the west side of the building on the third floor am coming I repeat am coming. " 

He made his way to a stand position every muscle was on fire as he moved towards the door. Not thinking he was strong enough to pull himself back into the vent system. As the world gave dangerous tilt as he quickly grabbed  onto the doorframe as he lost what little food he had in his stomach. At the end of his stomach roll coaster ride    he was finally able to stop dry heaving. Every breath was shaky his whole body was shaking as he clench and unclench his fist to find they were very stiff. As he heard the door open. As he quickly spun around and was ready to shoot a electric blast from his sling shot. 

"WOE WOE "it me Specter 6 hold your fire ” kanan voice was little panicked and rushed. 

Before Ezra could calm his racing heart Kanan grabbed his arm as he pulled out of the room. “Hey” Ezra let out little yelp of surprises as he was literally being dragged along as he could hear gun blasted flying past him. “So much for stealth” Ezra yelled over the siren that had now just started to go off over his head. 

“Just focus at the task at hand!” Kanan yelled over his shoulder. “We wouldn’t be in this mess if you didn’t hide the fact that you didn’t feel well”  As kanana fired off to shot with the gun he had over Ezra’s head. “Sick what the hell are you talking about" 

As Ezra dived into roll to avoid another blast behind him. "You can’t hide thing from me Ezra. I sensed that you lost consciousness in that room. "Second after we had our conversation”  "Ok so I lost consciousness big deal it wasn’t my fault!“ Ezra yelled back as he was now running backwards to be able to shoot at the stormtroopers. 

As he felt Kanan roughly grab him again and throw him into one of the elevator as he quickly sealed the door quickly with his lightsaber closing them both inside. As Kanan kneeled down to Ezra level and started to look for any possible injuries. "Kanan am fine” As he tried to move away from his master. “Unlikely ” Kanan mumbled under his breath. 

“How long was the seizure this time”

 Ok now Ezra was just beyond confused seizure? Kanan wasn’t even there when the damn machines decided to literally shock him out of there system. He had been with the team for part of the mission did he have seizure then and didn’t notice? 

“Ezra ezra!!” Kanan waved a hand at his face “ you with me kid” “Uh oh right ” as he shook his head to clear him of his thoughts. “ I was think about what you just said " 

As a big bang was heard from the other side of the elevator doors. As Ezra quickly look at his master to try to figure out what they should do. 

” will talk about this later Ezra right now we need to get out of here" Kanan slammed his fist onto one of the buttons on the elevator that raised them to highest point of the building. 

“Can you walk?!” Kanan ask as he began to raise himself from the crouch position he was in moment get better look at how his charge was holding up. 

“For the millionth time ” Ezra growled “am fine” as he raised himself to full height in front of his master “ let’s get this over with so I can get as far away from you as possible

 ” Kanan sigh “ you’re going to have to tell Hera what happened,. You can’t hide your health issue from us”. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your unbalanced on your feet your eyes are glazed over and your whole body’s shaking”. As he listed off someone of Ezra symptoms. 

“ what if you’r wrong hmm!! ” Ezra began “what if all the symptoms you’re listening off are totally and utterly wrong” He yelled back he was tired sore and he felt like he might throw up again he didn’t need lecture when none of it was true. Kanan didn’t have time to come up with a reply before the elevator doors opened and he and Ezra had to jump into another fight. 

As they were fighting he kept an eye on his Padawan he knew Ezra was really pushing himself he look as white as sheet. Every time Ezra tried to use the force it would drain his energy more. “Hera where are you”? He mumbled as he had to defect another blast away from himself and Ezra with his lightsaber. At the corner of his eye he watch Ezra go flying back hitting the ground hard. This time he didn’t move he lay limp on the ground. As he could hear something flying towards them in the sky. 

“Hera I can’t tell you how much am glad to see you” he said in his comm link “ As he ran over to Ezra as he could hear the blaster going off from the ghost. He quickly scooped up his charge and ran towards the ghost as the ramp was being lowered and last couple of guy we’re going down. Zeb grabbed Ezra from his arms as he jumped in after him.

 "Go go go” yelling to Hera as the floor shook from under him as they began to lift off as he shut the main doors. As he felt the ship go into hyper space. As he turned around to face big blue eye staring up at him in Zeb’s arms.

 "Kanan… i … didn’t… have… a… seizure… on… the… mission…Please… believe… me… before he slipping unconscious again. 

He could hear voices all around him he wanted to wake but his mind and body didn’t seem like it wanted to work with him. As he stayed in midway point between awake and not. As the minutes past he could feel his power on his body become back to him. As he slowly was able to open his eye. As he was met with bright lights as a groan slowly left his mouth as pain shot through his head. Shutting his eye tight again. 

“ Ezra you with us?” As he felt a hand grab his own. 

“Can you squeeze my hand ” He tried to move his hand every muscle spazzing in pain. He let another groan escape his mouth. “Good job” a voice said from right next to him. 

The voice sounded soft and caring just like his own mom. “Can you open your eyes Ezra ” Slow he did what the voice wanted this time he wasn’t met with bright lights.

He turned his head to be met with Hera standing over the small medical bed that was housed in there small medical room in the back of the ghost. As images flashed in his mind of the mission the last thing he could remember was fighting on the roof and then everything went dark. 

“KANAN!” As he shot up in bed “ where’s  KANAN ” his mind going mile minute. 

“Ezra” Hera’s voice tried to calm him down. 

” He safe don’t worry you’re both safe everyone fine" 

As she help him lay back down “He sleeping right now in his room You been out for couple of hours but that normal when you have that much electric power going through your body. ”

 "How? …did you guys found …out I got electrocuted?“ 

As Hera handed him some water to help sooth his throat. 

"Sabine hacked into the security camera and saw what happened we all lost contact shortly after. Kanan went after you well everyone else headed to the ship” “when we all reunited she played the clip to Kanan” He thought you had a seizure and wanted to push seizure meds into your system.“ 

Ezra nodded 

"he was pretty mad with me when he thought I was hiding some sort of epileptic attack”. 

“ that was wrong of me “ a tired male’s voice spoke from across the room. "Ezra turned his head To see the Jedi coming towards him in his sleeping attire baggy olds sweat pants and a old ratty sleeping shirt. He felt Kanan force signature wrap around his own. As they had silent conversation with in the force. No words where made but they both understood what the other needed. Kanan wrapped his arms around his padawan. 

"You scared me so badly you know that right" 

Ezra nuzzled into the touch ” I didn’t know the files were corrupt" 

As he felt tears fall down his face he didn’t really know why he was crying maybe the pain med that where in his system was making his emotions unstable or the fact he was so tired that he felt like he could sleep for days was the culprit. 

“Shhh shhh it k Ezra you’re safe you’r  fine ” Kanan repeated in the young teens ear. As the minutes past Ezra was able to get his emotions in check as he wiped tear away from his face. 

“ you feel better Kanan ask" 

Ezra look away In shame. Kanan sent a wave of security through their bond to easing Ezra’s mind. ” yeah i’m ok “ as yawn escape as he tried to cover it up. Kanan rolled his eye at the teens antics as he sent calm through their

bond causing yawn to escape Ezra mouth. "Stooop”…as Ezra felt his eye dropping as he felt Hera give his hand squeeze. “Will be here when you wake up ” both Kanan and Hera said together As he felt himself be put under by either the force or drugs at this time he didn’t care as his world went dark. !!!

The end

#starwars rebels #fanfic