#also hi hello hey its been a minute since i posted art here huh

[sharkdays]

likodot save me... save me likodot

#liko #dot #pokemon horizons #likodot #dotliko #guruminshipping #shark's back on his gay bullshit again guys!!!!! #also hi hello hey its been a minute since i posted art here huh #make no mistake i have ideas swirling around in my head. but life loves to get in the way of me drawing my silly little guys #anyways thats not important. look at them. #my initial thoughts on these two were just 'huh. cute!' #but i've been really endeared to these two as a pair #me absorbing my mutual's brain worms like a sponge resulted in me becoming a likodot enthusiast. #shark's scribbles

[ugh-yoongi]

Jewel, I know your requests are closed but I desperately need to hear your thoughts on who in BTS would do this: https://www.tumblr.com/writing-prompt-s/739417828719034368/you-a-powerful-demoness-have-just-been-summoned

and why is it Namjoon (the potential for crack with this 148 IQ man who is also way more innocent than we think acc to one park jimin just takes me out)

i'm so sorry it took me so long to finish and post this but thank you so much for sending it bc i have been cackling about this scenario ever since.

the prompt: you, a powerful demoness, have just been summoned to earth. this man, this human, wants you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a few days so his parents will get off his back about it.

the gang summons a demon

pairing: namjoon x f. reader genre: supernatural au; crack warnings: reader is a demon and engages in demon behavior, swearing, namjoon makes mention of not being straight, heteronormative parental expectations, jk learns about arcane things on tumblr (which is not an original idea; i read a fic ages ago where taekook are tumblr witches but i cannot find it, so credit to that author or whoever came up with it first), unedited so any mistakes are mine. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 2k

It’s been years since you’ve been to Earth—even longer since you’ve been to South Korea.

“I haven’t been here since 1910,” you say, staring at the gobsmacked man across from you. He’s tall, with tanned skin and a bleached buzz cut; a smattering of tattoos dotting his toned arms—whites and rich hues of blue, imitations of some kind of ceramic art, you think; a golden hoop through his nose; cheeks with dimples so deep you’re sure they’ll crater. “People here definitely didn’t look like you back then, so I’m going to assume we’re pretty far into the future.”

“It’s 2024,” he answers, seemingly still a little dazed. He’s staring at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped. Normally it’s nice to be looked at like that, with all the reverence and awe you deserve, but Earth is not your favorite place to be. Doesn’t even crack the top fifty, if you’re being honest. “Did you say 1910? As in the beginning of the—”

You sigh. “Uh-huh. Hey, if you wouldn’t mind hurrying this up, I’ve got things to do.” The man continues staring. Could be a trick of the light, but you think he’s turning paler by the second.

Minutes tick by. Nothing but silence.

“Are you even listening to me?” you snarl, quickly losing patience you were never given. “I said I’ve got shit to do. My schedule’s booked solid for the next eight centuries, so I really don’t have time to be dilly-dallying in mundane human affairs. Your problems are always so boring.”

More silence.

Which is irksome, sure, but what’s worse is this stupid fucking circle you’re trapped in. Drawn crudely on the floor of (seemingly) this human man’s actual apartment, which would’ve told you all you’d needed to know, if you’d taken ten seconds to take in your surroundings upon first being summoned. This place has got books stacked floor to ceiling in every available inch of space, but you’re certain this person is a fucking idiot.

“Hello?”

The man shakes his head. “Oh, sorry, I just—I’m Namjoon? Kim Namjoon.”

“I don’t care.”

“Right, right.” He sucks in a deep breath. “Well, you’re probably wondering why I summoned you here today”—you roll your eyes—“and, uh.” Namjoon scratches at the back of his neck, anxiety oozing from every pore on his body. Definitely paler. “I am too, to be honest.”

“You what—”

“I didn’t mean to!” Namjoon hurriedly adds, all of that anxiety shifting quickly into pure panic. “It’s just—it was a joke! Mostly! Jeongguk said it as a joke, because everything he says is a joke, and I should’ve known that, but—I don’t know! I’ve tried everything else, and the longer its gone on the more desperate I’ve become, and suddenly what Jeongguk said as a joke didn’t sound so much like a joke anymore! I’m sorry! I didn’t think it’d actually work!”

It takes your brain a minute to translate and decipher the useless slush that just came out of his mouth, but when it does… oh, when it does, you feel absolutely murderous. “You summoned me as a joke?”

Namjoon must see it, too. There’s no way you’re looking cool, calm, and collected right now, because you’ve seen the faces of others that have witnessed your wrath, and they were almost always on the brink of (if not outright) shitting their pants. This stupid, clueless human in front of you doesn’t appear to be faring much better.

So you continue, just to watch him squirm. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

“Um,” comes his brilliant response. “Yes?”

“And who am I?”

He holds up his pointer finger and digs through the back pocket of his jeans. Pulls out a crumbled scrap of paper, nearly soiled from ass sweat and time, and his eyes squint as he tries to read it. “I—well, it’s probably not an accurate translation, you know, since—”

“What does that piece of parchment say, Kim Namjoon?”

“Nothing,” he lies. “I can’t read it anyway, so… a-haaa…”

Patience officially worn thin, you snap your fingers, delighting in the startled shriek that escapes him as the paper goes up in a plume of smoke. “I am going to give you one chance to be honest with me,” you explain slowly, leveling him with a look. “Who do you think I am, and why am I here?”

Namjoon pales further. Looks like he’s trying to melt right through the floor into a puddle of useless slush, and you’d be more than willing to speed up the process if it weren’t for this god forsaken demon trap.

“Can I—can I sit down for this?”

Kim Namjoon, you learn, has a friend named Jeon Jeongguk.

Jeon Jeongguk, you also come to learn, has learned magic from a website called Tumblr.

“There, uh. There are definitely blogs for that sort of thing,” Namjoon explains, tattooed fingers scratching at the back of his neck. He takes a very quick glance at you. “Clearly not very accurate ones.”

You hum. “That’s the only smart thing I’ve heard you say since I showed up in this shithole.”

Namjoon gawks. “Hey, my apartment isn’t a shithole! It’s the best I could afford, alright? There was just an article in The Business Times about how archaic of a system jeonse is—”

“Uh-huh. And this… website?”

Namjoon goes red. Coughs into his fist. “Oh, right, yeah. I’m gonna be honest with you—”

“I already said that—”

“—my parents are coming to visit from Ilsan in a few days and I need a girlfriend.”

You blink. Once, twice, three times. Long enough to replace the rug that had been pulled from under you, because you’re pretty sure you heard this human man allude to having summoned you so you can pretend to be his girlfriend.

All things considered, you’re impressed by how calm you are. This is not a trait most demons have, you especially, and it makes you nostalgic for the days you used to rip men apart limb by limb for less.

“Are you insane?” you ask simply.

“In my defense,” he explains around a wince, “Jeongguk said it was a love spell.”

“A love spell.” Namjoon nods. “And you wound up summoning a demon.”

“It… appears I may have done that, yes.”

“And you want a demon to meet your parents?”

“I mean… when in Rome, right?”

“I’ve committed at least four-hundred and sixty-seven separate atrocities there, so no, probably not when in Rome.”

Namjoon’s jaw drops. He tucks his knees closer to his chest. “Christ, that’s a lot. How did you have the time?”

“I’m immortal,” you deadpan.

“Right, right. Anyway, to answer your question: yes.”

Your eyes narrow. “How bad are your parents that you’d want me to meet them?”

“They’re fine, mostly. I just… am not what they expected in a son? Like, I have the hair and the tattoos and I dropped out of my engineering program in university to pursue art and poetry, so the least I could do is find a wife and settle down and give them grandchildren, but I don’t even know if I want to ever settle down. I’m also not… heterosexual? Entirely? Do you see that a lot—”

You sigh. “Misconception. Not to launch you into some kind of existential crisis, but the gods really don’t give a shit who you humans sleep with.”

“Gods? As in plural?” You snap your fingers. Namjoon’s fingers immediately go to his temples. “Damn, I have a really bad migraine all of a sudden.”

“Yeah, that was me.”

“What’d you do?”

“Made you forget something.”

“Oh. What’d I forget?” It takes a second. “Oh, right, yeah. Um. What was the last thing I said?”

“Your parents wanted you to be an engineer and have a ton of kids but you like art and also not-women, sometimes.”

He flushes again. “I—yes.”

You sigh, arms crossed over your chest. All you want to do is sit down, or open a window. This apartment smells far too strongly of patchouli. “Look, I haven’t been to this place in a long time, but surely you aren’t undesirable by your society’s standards.”

“Are you saying I’m attractive?”

You scowl. “No. I’m saying there had to have been easier ways of doing this, and also can you open a window?”

“It’s February.”

“That means nothing to me.”

“It’s really cold outside.”

“I’m literally from Hell. Go put on a sweater, then.”

With a roll of his eyes, Namjoon stands and moves to the window. Cracks it open a millimeter, just enough for the cold to seep in, before he’s stalking off toward—you’re assuming—his bedroom. You think he’s shoving a garment over his head when he calls out, “You know, you’re really fucking bossy for someone stuck in a trap.”

You vow to kill him as soon as you’re free.

It isn’t often you’re held hostage.

Usually you can spot a trick coming a thousand miles away, but since Namjoon hadn’t meant to summon you at all, you’d been caught unawares. Doomed to be stuck in a demon trap, just like he’d said, which meant you didn’t have a ton of bargaining power.

At least that’s what you’re telling yourself, because as you sit across from Namjoon’s parents at some fancy restaurant, you aren’t convinced he isn’t a crossroads demon himself.

“So,” his mother begins, turning her attention to you, “what do you do for work?”

Namjoon elbows you beneath the table, giving you a silent warning to stick to the script. You’re only here under threat of force—because Jeongguk had stopped by Namjoon’s apartment, saw you in the summoning circle, and nearly fainted before going back to Tumblr to find a binding spell.

Except that one wasn’t great, either, because it only bound you and Namjoon together for three days instead of forever. And, as penance for all the chaos you’ve sown across the universe, Namjoon’s parents’ visit fell within that time frame, so here you are.

Out to dinner. With humans.

You’re pretending to be someone’s girlfriend.

You’re in for the most embarrassing ribbing of your existence once you’re home.

“I work with idols,” you respond, as convincingly as possible, because Namjoon had thought it’d be really funny. Get it? he’d said. Like false idols? You hadn’t laughed. “It’s very secretive, of course, but—”

You don’t finish your thought, because Namjoon’s mother looks delighted: face lit up with mirth, smile blinding, eyes half-lidded under the weight of her happiness. “Oh, how exciting! Has he told you he used to do performances to old H.O.T songs? Namjoonie, what was that one song you liked—”

“Eomma, please—”

“Wasn’t it ‘Candy’?” Namjoon’s dad offers from behind his menu. It’s the first thing he’s said all evening.

Namjoon whimpers, foregoing all social decorum and lectures on posture to sink further in his chair.

You do not, under any circumstances, feel a hint of fondness.

(Which dissipates not even twenty-four hours later.

“The blog was deleted,” Jeongguk says, eyes wide as saucers. “I—the blog is gone, I don’t know how to—”

“What do you mean the blog is gone?” The poor kid is overcome with panic and fear, tries to stutter out a response that makes no sense to you at all through his sobs. “Jeon Jeongguk, what do you mean the blog is gone?”

“I—it’s—I had it bookmarked, I swear! Once the binding spell wore off I was gonna send it to Namjoon hyung so he could send you back, but the blog is gone so the post is gone, too. I don’t—what do I even search for—oh my god, please don’t kill me, I think I’m having a panic attack, I’m gonna—”

And then this human man vomits all over your feet. Namjoon sighs as he goes to fetch a bucket, and you think it’ll be a miracle if any of these people—yourself included—live to see the end of the week.)

#namjoon x reader #bts x reader #namjoon fanfic #namjoon imagine #namjoon scenarios #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #jewel writes #jewel answers

[mymelodyheart]

Miles Between Us Chapter 11 ~Suspicious Minds~

Picture Edit by melodyheart

Previously in The Art of Non-Communication ...

A familiar bright red Fiat slowed down next to them just as Jamie was about to get into the car, and Ian, their brother-in-law, poked his head out of the window. "Hey, lads, guess who I just saw back in town?"

The brothers looked at each other and shrugged. 

When Ian stalled, Willie blew out an impatient breath. 

"Out with it!" Willie grumbled. "I've been away from work for far too long already."

Ian grinned. "Yer pal Christie."

Jamie waved a hand in the air in dismissal and turned to open the car door, not particularly interested in hearing the latest coming and going in Broch Mordha. "I'm pretty sure the lassies will be thrilled he's back."

"Aye, ye're probably right, but I dinnae think ye'd be too pleased to hear if one particular lass is enjoying his company."

Jamie whipped around. "What do ye mean?" He sounded like someone just launched a flying rugby pass onto his stomach.

"Saw Claire and Tom through the window of Slater's Arms. Probably sitting down for late lunch."

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 Claire hurriedly made her way to Slater's Arms to meet Tom Christie. They'd arranged earlier to meet at the pub after he'd dropped her off at the village centre to do her errands, so she was surprised to see him waiting outside. After exchanging a hurried cursory hello, he allowed him to guide her through the half-filled bar, his hand ever so lightly touching her elbow. They were greeted by a string of boisterous sallies from the locals, to which Tom good-humouredly responded with a couple of wisecracks of his own . It was becoming pretty clear they were in his local haunt and was well-liked by its patrons. But she also suspected there could be whispers going around, wondering what she was doing with him. Despite those thoughts, she kept her head up, and a smile plastered to her face.

After navigating through the narrow maze of tables and chairs, they opted for an empty space by the window, away from the bar where a heated football discussion was just about to begin. They simultaneously slid into their seats, sitting opposite each other, his lopsided grin and lax manner putting her immediately at ease. He was seemingly oblivious to the curious stares around them, but Claire paid no heed to the attention they were garnering and pushed her earlier encounter with Jenny away from her mind. This was a professional meeting, a welcome distraction even though it was proving an impossibility not to picture Jamie across from her. Suddenly missing Jamie, she allowed her thoughts to momentarily drift and wondered what he was up to.

"Hey."

Claire snapped out of her reverie. "Huh?"

"I asked if ye're hungry."

"Oh! Well, I'm not sure," she murmured, squinting at the specials scrawled on the blackboard hanging behind the bar. "Sort of, I guess."

"Sort of?" he laughed. "What kind of answer is that?" He passed her a menu. "Here. Ye ought to try their haggis tweeds. They have the best in this area."

She snorted, taking the menu card and skimming through it. "Really? I've never met a Scot who liked haggis, and yet every one of you lot I've met recommends it to non-locals."

"Aaahh," he leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table. "To be honest, I dinnae like haggis myself when cooked the traditional way. But the haggis tweeds are different ...more palatable. They're rolled into balls, breaded and deep-fried. I'm quite sure ye'll like them."

"Hmmm ..." When she glanced up from the menu, she met his thoughtful gaze. Though smiling, he had an odd expression on his face. "Wot?" She smoothed her hair, thinking it must be all over the place. She dreaded what her hair looked like after being caught in the rain earlier on. She wished now she'd tied it back before leaving the cottage. "Anything wrong?"

Tom shrugged his shoulders. "Just noticing ye dinnae look as upbeat as ye sounded on the phone the first time we talked. I was expecting ye to be more excited about selling me the idea of publishing my travel book. Ye kinda look as if something is bothering ye. Is anything the matter?"

She let out an exhale and placed the menu down. "I'm sorry. I've just had a rough day."

"Boyfriend problem?" he asked slowly.

She arched an eyebrow at him. Friendly as Tom was, Claire wasn't prepared to share any details of her personal life. "I just have a lot of things going on, and then you threw me out of the loop," she explained, not wanting to lie but not wanting to over-share either. "I was caught off-guard when you phoned earlier, and I wasn't expecting your call until, at least, sometime next week."

"Ye could've told me to meet at a later date. I wouldnae have minded."

"No! Today is fine," she assured him quickly. "I'm probably slowly weaning from the fast pace of hectic schedules in London, that at the first sign of change, I stumble a bit."

He grinned. "Weel, whatever is bothering ye, I dinnae like you looking so downcast. Maybe we can do something about it right now and tell ye a bit of good news. To cheer ye up."

"I like good news ..." she remarked, perking up, guessing he probably had a new picture or post on his blog he wanted to show.

"That's much better," he said when he caught a hint of a smile forming on her face. "As I was saying, I have a bit of good news. I've been giving your proposition a lot of thought ..." he shifted on his seat and took a deep breath. "I've decided I want to go ahead and publish my travel blog in print."

She blinked and swallowed before finding her voice. "But you haven't seen the projected sale and all the ..."

He waved a hand. "I'm quite sure after that impressive pitch over the phone, yer projected whatever and other wotnots ye wish to go over with me will be just as equally convincing. The idea is sold, and I'm on board."

"Just like that?"

He nodded his head, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Aye. Now that I've met ye in person, I'm pretty confident ye'll make sure I'll get a fair deal for my book. I'm a good judge of character, and I trust ye'll do what's right."

"Of course."

"So it's settled."

"Well, that's ...that's fabulous," she breathed, her mind rushing in all sorts of direction.

"This calls for a celebration, don't ye think?" he smiled, waving at the waitress.

Before Claire could reply, her purse vibrated. She pointed an index finger at Tom. "Hold that thought." She opened her bag and grabbed her phone. It was her boss, John Grey.

"Oh, hi, John! I'm in the middle of ..."

"Claire, I'm sorry to dump this on you," John said rapidly in a panicky tone. "Mary Hawkins just phoned and said she expects you to pick her up at Inverness Airport."

"Wot?!? But how? Why?" She glanced at Tom and noticed a light frown lining his brows. "She hasn't been answering any of my emails. What the hell is she doing in Inverness?" She knew it wasn't professional to be discussing another author over the phone with a potential client in front of her. But it couldn't be helped. At the moment, she was far too agitated to care. Mary Hawkins, the publishing's star author, had been elusive ever since she disappeared to France, and she'd been the reason Claire had decided to take a break in Scotland only to be given another job in the form of Tom Christie. "Please don't tell me you sent her here. I have enough on my plate as it is." She gave Tom an apologetic look, to which he just shrugged and smiled in understanding.

A frustrated sigh came from John. "I swear to God, this isn't my doing. She arrived yesterday here in London, and when she demanded to start work right away on her book, I assigned another editor. But she wouldn't have it. She insisted on working with you. So I told her you're in Inverness doing another project. And then she called a few minutes ago, demanding you pick her up at the airport. I swear I didn't know she was planning on flying to Inverness."

Oh, God! "John!" she whined. "I can't just drop everything and pick her up. I'm an editor, not a chauffeur! I'm in the middle of talks with Mr Christie."

"I'm terribly sorry for this mess, Claire but, isn't there anything you can do? Your boyfriend, perhaps? You know how Hawkins is a big deal for the company."

She took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut. Claire felt she was being put in a position she didn't want to be in. On top of it all, her uncle would be arriving in two days, and there was the added worry she had with Jamie and potentially Jenny. The day was definitely getting worse by the second, but Claire reminded herself she was John's only hope, and he was a friend and had always been good to her. When she finally had the strength to open her eyes again, Tom mouthed something she couldn't quite catch.

Wot do you mean? She mouthed back, shaking her head.

"Claire, are you still there?" 

"Yes!" she snapped, tamping down the urge to curse. "I'm here!"

"Well?"

She let out a frustrated breath. There was no way out of it. "Fine, John! But you owe me big time! I'll see what I can do." Damn it!

"You're a star!" John said, relief lacing his voice. "I knew I could rely on you. I'll text Hawkins to let her know you're on your way, and then I'll text you her private number. I don't think you'll have that. It's one of the reasons you couldn't get in touch with her. Anyway, let me know later how you get on."

Before she could answer, the line went dead. What the bloody hell just happened?

Claire dropped her head into her hands and groaned. She wanted to bawl, throw stuff and pull her hair out in frustration.

"Problems?"

She raised her head and looked at Tom. "I'm sorry you had to witness that. I have to cancel our meeting. I need to somehow get to Inverness and pick up this author I'm working with." Without going into too many details, Claire quickly explained her predicament, almost forgetting to breathe. By the time she finished, she was gasping for air and wondering if Tom understood what the hell she was on about. "As you can see, I probably have to organise her accommodation as well. So I really must get going." She stood up and grabbed her bag. "Raincheck?"

He got on his feet as well. "Look, I'm not doing anything for the rest of the day. How about I drive you to Inverness. I can even help you set her up."

"Tom, you don't have to."

"Hey, I'm about to get a book deal from your boss. Let me at least prove to ye what a perfect travel guide I am as I've portrayed on my blog."

Claire stopped to collect herself. On second thoughts, she did need Tom's help, and she couldn't well impose on Willie to drive her to Inverness when he'd been taking time off to check up on her ever since Jamie left. Maybe she could kill two birds with one stone and talk him through his own book's publishing process on their way to the airport. It was a brilliant idea, and hopefully, by the end of today, John would be able to draw up a contract for Tom. With a resigned smile, Claire appreciatively accepted the offer. "Alright then, but we do need to get going now."

"Absolutely. We'll go through the back door." When Claire looked at him curiously, he grinned. "I've parked the car in the staffs' parking lot. I'm good friends with the owner, so I get the privilege to walk through the kitchen and use the backdoor," he explained. Then he leaned closer to her ear and spoke in a low voice. "And if the chef is in a good mood, he might allow us to taste today's menu."

Claire laughed out loud, attracting attention from the pub's clientele. She ignored the curious stares. It was good to laugh again after the last couple of days of feeling down, and she owed it to herself to steer negativity and worries from her thoughts. "We'll stop by the cottage to get some clothes. Knowing my client, she'll probably want to stay in a posh hotel in Inverness and want to start working right away. She doesn't do bed and breakfast or small places. So I doubt she'll want to come to Broch Mordha."

Tom nodded with a smile as he took her hand and lead the way.

Heading to the back of the pub, Claire made a few mental notes on what she needed to take with her. She also reminded herself to message Willie about taking care of Rollo and Adso while she's away, hoping he would think nothing of it when he hears from the village gossip of her meeting with Tom.

...........

Jamie caught Willie's livid expression before the car started, and they were driving down the small country lane. He knew his brother was miffed with Ian, who'd sped ahead of them after revealing Claire's whereabouts with Christie. Though common sense told him he had nothing to be worried about, it had been still a punch in the gut to hear Claire was out with another man.

"Can ye speed up a bit?" Jamie muttered, shifting restlessly on his seat.

"We're not in a bloody motorway, and there are speed limits for a reason," Willie growled, his fingers flexing on the steering wheel. "And it will do ye a lot of good to use this time to calm down before we reach Claire. It's obvious ye're not thinking clearly."

Jamie almost wished he'd taken a ride with Ian instead. They couldn't see their brother-in-law's red Fiat anymore as it disappeared at a bend further ahead. But he knew Willie was right. He wasn't thinking clearly. It's just that, why it had to be Thomas Christie of all people Claire had chosen to go out with. He had nothing against the bloke, but he was a renowned player. What if Claire had grown tired of his condition and fell for Christie's charms? It wouldn't be a difficult feat as the bloke oozed charms by the bucketload. Hadn't he lost a girlfriend in the past because of Christie? Or was it because of his condition? He couldn't be sure anymore. Either way, knowing Claire was with Christie at this very moment was burning a hole in his stomach. "So ye're an expert on my thoughts now, are ye?" Jamie grunted, unable to think of a better excuse for his behaviour.

"I dinnae need to be an expert to know what ye're thinking ... it's written all o'er yer face," Willie retorted. "If ye'd called her up in the first place, then ye would've had a fair idea why she's meeting Christie, and ye wouldnae be in this stinking shite thinking the worse. The lass has been worried sick about ye, and she's put up with yer silence more than what could be expected of her. So do both yerselves a favour and calm the fuck down, aye?"

Jamie knocked back the claustrophobic sensation and forced himself to breathe. This had always been his trouble with his PTSD. He always had these intense emotions that always grew out of proportion to a point it would suffocate him, especially negatives ones like a feeling of lacking or guilt. Wasn't that what Geneva had said? There was a lot of misplaced guilt involved? And no matter what he did to get better, it was a bloody never-ending cycle that always brought him back to square one. But despite the shortcomings, he knew it would kill him if he didn't give himself a fighting chance with Claire. He might as well die trying. She was, after all, either going to be his reason for living or the reason he died. It was all right there, shining in front of him like a floodlight. 

With a sigh, he tried to relax. Jamie knew justifying his earlier behaviour was a bad idea in both their current edgy states, but nothing would stop him from seeing Claire right now. It was like a need that required satisfying, and he couldn't wait to finally see her. He focused on the road ahead of them and listened to the radio to take his mind of negative thoughts.

It's a dreich Thursday afternoon, and here's another trip down memory lane with Mac's Classics here at MFR, with the biggest hits and the biggest throwbacks. Next up is a song sure to make ye forget the dreary days ahead – Let's get rickrolling with Never Gonna Give You Up. 

"Turn it up," Jamie said suddenly, surprising his brother.

"What?" Willie glanced at him like he'd grown a pair of horns.

"I said, turn the bloody volume up!"

"Ye're joking, right? Rick fucking Astley? Nae chance pal!"

"Just do it," Jamie huffed, not caring what his brother thought of his song choice. When Claire had told him it had made her smile listening to it in the cafe the other day, he'd listened to it as well on his mother's antique record player. It was a bloody awful song, but for some strange reason, it had made him smile too.

Scowling and cursing under his breath, Willie eventually complied, and they listened to Rick Astley's song for the rest of the way. When they reached the village centre, Willie illegally parked outside Slater's Arms, carefully avoiding bumping into the menacing bollards. They were just about to get out of the car when Ian appeared from the pub, shaking his head.

Willie stuck his head out of the window. "What's the matter?"

"They're gone," Ian replied, shrugging, perplexity evident in his expression. "Spoke to Angus, and he said they didn't even order anything. They just got up and left."

Jamie got out of the car. "Did he say where they went?"

Ian narrowed his gaze at him. "I didnae ask."

Jamie ran a hand in front of his face and got back in the car. His brother had to work. There was only one thing left he could do, and it was to go back to the cottage, and if Claire wasn't there, he'd give her a call. He turned to Willie, letting out a sigh of resignation. "Just drop me off at the cottage. I've taken too much of yer time already."

"Ye sure?" Willie asked quietly. "I can drop ye off at Lallybroch. Yer car is there. Ye'll most probably need it soon, especially with more bad weather to come."

Jamie shook his head. He was certain Claire would be at home, and if not, surely later. He wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon but had every intention of making up for lost time with her. "It's time to go home," Jamie sighed, waving goodbye to Ian. "No more running away," 

Willie smiled, starting the car. "Good choice!" 

It was a short drive to his cottage, and by the time they pulled up outside his house, the sun started to peek out for a splinter of a moment, his driveway though occupied by an unfamiliar vehicle. As soon as he saw a man's profile sat on the driver's seat, he immediately knew it was Christie. As if anticipating his next move and before he could yank off his seatbelt, Willie slapped a hand across his chest.

"What?" Jamie wheezed.

"Claire's in the cottage. Talk to her first and find out what's going on before ye jump to any conclusions."

Jamie breathed through a laugh, but he could hear it was edged with doubt. "What if I've fucked this up?"

"Ye havenae. And it's up to ye to keep that way. Now go to her. Ye'll find out soon enough there's a perfect explanation for Christie hanging about."

Words were fighting to leave his tongue, but he clamped his lips together and held them back. Vocalising the feelings raging inside his chest would only allow his emotions to run away with him. He reigned them in and took a deep breath. Whether it's a consequence of PTSD or not, he couldn't expect Claire to understand every time. So instead, Jamie gave Willie a reassuring nod and hoped his brother was right. 

He got out of the car and walked straight to the cottage, refusing to acknowledge Christie. He knew he was being rude and could feel his brother's eyes boring into his back as well as Christie's. He didn't care because right at this moment, his primary focus was Claire. 

As soon as he opened the door and saw Claire hooking a bag onto her shoulder, he bounded across the room, dropping his face into her neck and breathing for the first time in days. "Sassenach," he whispered. "I'm so sorry for leaving ye. I wasnae thinking. Please forgive me."

Claire dropped her bag on the floor, wrapping both arms around his neck. "Jamie, you're here," she breathed into his ear. "Are you alright? God, I've been so worried about you."

"I'm alright now that I'm here and ye're here," he rasped, lifting his head for a moment and eyeing the bags on the floor. "Why are yer bags packed?"

She followed his gaze. "I ...ah ... it's work, and I have to ..."

"Ye're going back to London?"

"No!"

That's all he needed to hear. Unable to wait any longer for an explanation, he pulled her into his arms as urgency pumped in his veins. He badly needed to absorb as much as he could of her, breathing her in, in huge gulps of air. His mouth travelled over her neck, into her hair, across her lips, whispering for forgiveness, his hands restless as he touched her everywhere.

"Hey, look at me ... there's nothing to forgive," she murmured, drawing away. She placed her hands on both sides of his face and searched his eyes. "I understand what you've been going through, and I know you're fighting your hardest. It's going to be alright."

"I've missed ye." He turned his face to kiss her palm before placing her hand on his chest. "I-I thought ye're better off without me. I thought I could walk away from ye, and it would be enough knowing ye're safe from me. But nothing was right. I was sick to the soul, knowing I've left ye. I wanted ye to be with a better man than me, but now ... I'm gonnae be selfish and beg ye to let me be that man by yer side."

"Jamie, where's this coming from?" she queried. "I was worried and afraid for you, but I haven't changed my mind about us." She sighed. "Your brother told me yesterday, you were seeing a therapist this morning. Did you go today?"

Jamie swallowed and nodded, unable to still his hands, touching her everywhere, needing to assure himself he was really holding her.

"Is this why you're talking like this? Has the therapy dug up a lot of unwanted issues? Because if it has, it's perfectly normal."

"No!" He let out a frustrated breath. He'd been so unpredictable with the symptoms of his PTSD coming and going, she wasn't taking him seriously when he needed her to hear him out. "No, please listen and look me in the eye. I panicked when I saw the bruises on yer arms, and without thinking, I left. I did what I did because I didnae think I could ever be the man for ye ...a bloody disappointment, constantly causing ye grief. But I understand now why my condition is out of control at the moment ... it's because I have suppressed emotions that need to come out. It's been coming out more because all this while, ye've been the key to my healing. So I'm handing everything inside me over to ye because I trust ye, and ye're the only one who can make sense of me. I cannae promise smooth sailing, Sassenach, but there is one thing I know ye can depend on and will always be constant despite my condition. And that's my love for ye. I can guarantee ye with certainty ye can rely on that. This isnae a result of my therapy talking, alright? I willnae let ye go for anything. I can work around my condition with ye by my side, and I'll work twice as hard to get better."

"Jamie, I love you too, and I have no doubt that ..."

"Then why are your bags packed?" he questioned accusingly. "And why is Christie outside waiting for ye?" 

With a sharp intake of breath, Claire quickly explained everything from the call she received from her boss to Christie's involvement and an impatient Mary Hawkins waiting for her at the airport. 

He could tell she was itching to go by the way she tried to subtly glance at her watch, but he was feeling too selfish. "How about I drive ye to Inverness?" he cajoled, his hand stroking her hair. "Willie is still outside. We'll get my car in Lallybroch, and I'll drive ye." He suddenly felt like a bastard keeping her from doing her work.

"Jamie, no!" she said gently but firmly. He knew she was restraining herself from rushing off, wanting to make sure he was alright first. "I can't be fretting about you being in a city when I have work to do. There's a possibility I'll be back tonight, but if Mary wants to work straight away on her book, then I have to stay in Inverness for a couple of nights, tops. Besides, I need to explain to Tom about his book's publication and make sure he hasn't changed his mind. Until we've drawn up a contract, nothing is certain." Her hands smoothed the hard muscles on his chest. "Besides, I need you to be here when my uncle comes. He'll be hiring a car, so he won't require picking up."

"What? Ye're uncle is coming here?" he almost shouted.

"No. I mean, uncle Lamb won't be staying here in the cottage even though you told him he could. I've already booked him a place in the village centre ...close to the amenities."

He let out a sigh of relief. He didn't think he was ready to bond with Harry's look-alike ...yet. If anything, he dreaded it, afraid of other suppressed memories dying to come out and choke him with guilt.

"Jamie, I really ought to go. I promise I'll call later and explain everything."

With a groan, he pulled Claire in once more in his arms and kissed her thoroughly, and she responded with a whimper that told him she was enjoying the kiss. He hadn't even had a second to savour getting her back before the prospect of letting her go again struck him like a baseball bat between the shoulder blades. But he wanted to give her something to remember while she's away and what she'll be missing if she didn't hurry up with her work. He slipped his hand under her cardigan, caressing her nipple with the calloused pad of his thumb and pressing his burgeoning erection against her belly.

"I love ye ...always remember that." His mouth coasted along the lines of her jaw, his hands squeezing her waist. "I ken ye've been patient and understanding with me, but just try to be extra tolerant with me for now. Can ye do that?"

She nodded, her face red from beard burn. "Alright, but I do need to go, Jamie." Her eyes flashed. "And you have nothing to worry about. So please rest up tonight because you'll need a hell of a lot of energy when my uncle comes."

It's the way she looked at him, pleading for understanding that became his undoing as if she's reading his thoughts, and despite everything he'd done, she couldn't find fault with a single one. He needed to be a better man and control his emotions and needs. Her work was important to her, and she was important to him. "Fine, I'll walk ye to the car." He stooped down to get her bags and followed her outside.

They stopped beside Christie's car, and Jamie watched the other man climbed out, both men grunting a greeting at each other. 

"Am I still driving ye to Inverness, Claire?" Christie asked, avoiding Jamie's eyes.

Claire nodded. "Yes, please, if that's still alright with you. I'm so sorry I took so long."

"It's nae bother, and of course, I'll drive ye to Inverness," Christie smiled warmly. 

A long silence stretched as the three of them just stood there. Christie rocked on his heels, and Jamie held on to Claire's bags like it was his lifeline. 

Caught up in the awkwardness of the moment, Claire bit her bottom lip. "Well, I guess that's settled then. We best get going before Mary does something like bite some poor soul's head at the airport." Claire's attempt to sound cheerful lessened the tension in the air but not the one on Jamie's shoulders. She turned to him and tried to take her bags off his hands, but he couldn't seem to let go. "Jamie ...my bags," she whispered, her hand running up and down his forearm as if to tell him everything was going to be alright.

But instead of giving Claire's bags back to her, he begrudgingly handed them to Christie while launching if looks could kill look over her head. They had a few seconds of stare off until Claire's hands on his face forced him to look at her.

"Jamie, kiss me, goodbye?"

He didn't hesitate at her request and sucked on her bottom lip as she made a sobbing noise. That wee noise she made jolted something free inside of him, and he, too, wanted to cry. He couldn't remember wanting to openly cry before. Not like this. He couldn't control it, and it dragged him down, stealing oxygen from his lungs, but Claire's touches soothed him. 

"I don't want to go," she murmured against his mouth. "Not one bit. But I'm doing this for us, remember that. The sooner I'm done with work, the more time we can spend time together." 

He allowed himself to wade into the shallow waters of comfort Claire was starting to represent. He'd lived with this reality for too long that he wasn't enough. Or probably worse, he was too much. For years, these memories of loss and guilt and shame had been subdued. Now they're coming out with guns blazing, and he felt totally defenceless. But with her arms around him, he felt cocooned in her bubble of protection. So he clung to her like a drunk with his last shot of whisky, the desperation inside him going into overdrive, and he was practically mauling her lips with no care whose watching, drawing her onto tiptoes so he could get all of her from every angle.

"Jamie," she whispered shakily, gently pulling away. "My phone is going off every second. Mary is probably wondering why I haven't called her." 

Breathe, lad, it's going to be alright. Don't lose yer cool, or ye'll drive her away. He let go and opened the car door for her, not taking any notice of the man waiting patiently at the driver's seat. "I'm sorry," Jamie mumbled.

"It's alright." She smiled in understanding, squeezing his hand. "I'll be back before you know it."

He held on to Claire's eyes, the only tangible thing he could grasp, giving him a renewed determination to manage the condition that had ruled him all his life. At that moment, the world suddenly made sense, and he was veering into a place he didn't recognise ...a place of calm, where the voices in his head had lost their dominion over his thoughts.

He watched as Christie's Land Rover drove away and was surprised when a hand landed on his shoulder. Jamie turned around to discover Willie stood there, a smile etched on his face. Jamie had forgotten about his brother, too caught up with Claire's departure and the intense emotions he'd nearly let out of control. 

"Ye did well, bràthair. I'm so proud of ye."

Jamie dropped his head forward and let out an exhale, feeling a lot lighter in days. He knew he'd only scratched the surface of their relationship, but Claire was giving him all the time in the world to get back on his feet, and he was determined not to disappoint her. Though it had been a struggle not to let his emotions take control, it was at least a start. He glanced up at his brother and smiled.

"Ye alright there, Jamie lad?" Willie playfully slapped him on the back for good measure.

"Aye, I think so." This time Jamie meant it and believed his own words. He threw an arm around Willie's shoulder, squeezed it briefly before stepping back. "And thank ye for sticking around. I owe ye one."

"Aye ye do," Willie grinned. "How about repaying me like right now and coming to work. It should keep yer mind busy and help me catch up with a long list of jobs."

Jamie didn't need prodding. His mouth curved into a smile, and he nodded his head. "After seeing Christie, I think I'm in the mood for uprooting trees."

They shared a wicked glance and then laughed out loud.

 Dear Readers,

Thank you all for your patience with this story and the feedback from the previous chapter. 

Mental health stories are, I personally think, the hardest to put across because it involves a lot of emotions and psychological battle that are difficult to put into words. But I was determined to write this account even though it has its challenges, so I hope I've done it justice.

Part of the reason for pushing to write such a story that delves into the mind of a tortured soul is to raise mental health awareness because there are many things that people still don't understand about this illness. In saying that, some of you were disappointed by Jamie's behaviour, and I wanted that to happen to make a point.

In real life, it's so much easier to categorise and point out someone's shortcoming instead of trying to understand the psyche of a person's behaviour. From my perspective, each of us has undoubtedly suffered a form of mental illness at least once, but not everyone has the emotional and psychological strength and maturity to cope or overcome it. Nor do they have access to help. In Jamie' case, he's got a strong network of family, and he got Claire to help him get through it. 

So the moral of the story is, spread kindness because you never know what really is going on in someone's mind. 

For now, take care of yourselves. Until the next update ... X

#melodyheart #wonderwall #milesbetweenus #ClaireBeauchamp/JamieFraser #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #outlanderfanfic

[inoobwriter]

Life At U.A High School: Part 1

Summary: It’s you first day at U.A high school. And now you have to fight... everyone in class 1-A?! How will the students of class 1-A react to you? With they like you? Hate you?

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Main Pairing: Midoriya x Bakugo X Todoroki x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k words

Art Cover by Me

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*Notes Before Reading*

1. In this fanfiction the MC is a female so if you're a male reading this please ignore the drawings since the MC is portrayed as a girl.

2.  I gave a canon design to the reader but obviously, if you don't like it you can imagine whatever you want to look like. 

3.  IMPORTANT: This is my first fanfic in a long time so the romance will start off really slow and if you wanted smut, well this is not it chief.

4. My writing isn't my strongest skill so feel free to tell me any mistakes you read during this story.

5. Because I don't want to spoil which character the MC (You) will end up with I decided to post at least the tags of the ships mentioned in this story.

6. This story takes place between season 2 and 3 right after class 1-A finished their first term exam.

***I, DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS EXCEPT MC READER***

***PLEASE DO NOT REPOST OR STEAL MY ART FROM THIS WITHOUT PERMISSION***

Well, that's it for now! I might update this in the future.

Please enjoy my fanfiction and see you later! :D

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Part 1:

It was another normal day for the students of class 1-A, first-term exams had finally been over and everyone was happy more than usual as their nightmares have finally ended. They finally had a short time to relax and not worry about anything. They all were looking forward to summer vacation as well as the training camp. Today was their last day before summer vacation started. Yet for some reason, as they were walking in the hallways of the school Iida demanded more than usual for everyone to head to class early. Obviously, everyone ignored him and took their sweet time. Eventually ten minutes before class started Iida started to yell at everyone who was walking in the hallway to hurry up.

"Come all now! As students of U.A, we should all be punctual to class! Even if it's the last day for the first term here!" Iida said while waving his right hand, "Midoriya! Hurry up but no running in the halls."

"Coming!" Midoriya said speed walking to the class, "Man, I should really start waking up more early." He wheezed

"Oh shut up nerd." Bakugo yelled, "And you! Why are you so much of a pain in the ass than usual."

"Bakugo!" Kirishima said, "You really need to calm down! You can't be saying that to our class representative!"

"It's alright Kirishima," Iida said as his glasses cracked from rage

'It's not alright.' Everyone except Bakugo thought, 'He's clearly mad.'

Iida then adjusted his glasses as Yaoyorozu walked right next to him. "I wished we had more time to talk about this," Yaoyorozu said looking at Iida

"Which is why I urge them to get here early." Iida stared at everyone, "Well can't be helped. Listen, everyone, we have something important to say!"

Everyone walked towards Iida and Yaoyorozu.

"To answer your question Bakugo." Yaoyorozu said, "We're having a new student!"

"Wait for real?" Midoriya asked surprised

"All right!" Kaminari said

"What really?" Ashido said excitedly

"Wait how come you didn't tell us before?!" Sero asked

"Forget that!" Mineta said as drool came out of his mouth, "I wanna know if it's a girl."

Almost all the guys were shocked as they have not realized this before. The whole class became excited and started wondering how the new student would look like.

"Aww, I hope they are one!" Ashido said excitedly

"Yeah it would be nice to have more girls in this class," Jiro added.

"You said that, not me," Mineta said as he had a stupid pervy look on his face.

'A new student.' Midoriya thought excitedly then suddenly he realized something, "Hey Iida." Midoriya said as he approached him, "I didn't know we could have a new student in our class."

"Hey, what heck!" Kaminari yelled at Midoriya

"Yeah! Why are you suddenly against it!" Mineta said, "I bet you want her all to yourself!"

"We still don't know if they're a boy or a girl Mineta." Tokoyami spoke unfazed

"No, it's not like I'm against it." Midoriya said, putting his hands slightly up, "It's just... don't you think it's strange?"

Everyone then looked at Midoriya and thought about it for a minute

"It's true."Uraraka said, "Normally you would take the entrance exam at the start of the school year."

"Yeah." Sero scratched his head, "Plus I never heard anything about entrance exams being taken during the school year."

"That's because it isn't announced publicly."

Suddenly the door to the class opened and Mr. Aizawa walked in and looked toward them. Everyone was already in their seats and stayed silent as they watched him walk up in front of the class.

"Alright listen up. Today we have a new student joining your class."

From being quiet and scared of Mr. Aizawa everyone started being loud and excited about it being true. Everyone was wondering where they are.

"Enough." Mr. Aizawa said with a stronger tone.

And just like that everyone had quiet down and went back to being afraid of him.

Mr. Aizawa then turned to the door, "You can come in now."

And just like that, you walked into the classroom.

"Introduce yourself." Mr. Aizawa said

"Hello! My name is F/N L/N and it's a real pleasure to meet you all! You said as you had your hands on your cheeks.

Everyone was excited until they saw your face. 'Hah?' Everyone thought, 'Why is her face like that?'

 "You have no idea how excited I was when I found out I'll be in your class! The famous class 1-A who managed to witness first hand, the League of Villains and work alongside with the pros!" You said.

"Huh, you know about that?" Yaoyorozu asked you

"Of course! It was all over the internet and TV, I'm so honored to be here!" You said bowing down to them

"That's isn't necessary," Iida says embarrassed, shaking his hands around. Everyone was flattered by your admiration.

"Man I already like her!" Kirishima said putting his arms behind his head feeling proud of himself.

Everyone seemed happy to see you and so were you. You really admired how ordinary kids around your age got to do heroic things for others you wanted to become someone as brave as them. But you were more excited when you saw-

"Not to be rude or anything." Midoriya said, scratching his face, "But why do we get a new student? Shouldn't L/N have waited next year?"

"Right! As the class representative, I ask that you tell us why, sir!" Iida said as he stood up and raised his hand

"Sit down," Mr. Aizawa said then he turned to look at Midoriya, "As for your question, we normally don't."

Everyone sat there confused as they stared at him. Mr. Aizawa sighed and explained, "Every year we have an entrance exam to get into this school, the written and practical test. If you fail the exam you have to wait until next year to retake it. If you've been recommended then you have a different exam from the rest. However, not only do we accept students who get recommended but we also scout for students. Obviously, we tend to recruit them at the beginning of the year as well but sometimes we find gifted students later than others around the end of the first term."

Everyone looked confused on how the school managed the scouting for students part. Mr. Aizawa sighed again, "Basically if the school finds you worthy enough and you didn't participate in the entrance exam you get another shot to become a student here. Not only does U.A high school help its students become the greatest heroes, but we also let others know that they too are also worthy of becoming heroes if they chose to. "

Midoriya then soften his look and looked down at his table, 'Just like how All Might told me that I too can become a hero as well.'

"Oh so were you the one who picked L/N?" Aoyama asked

"No." Mr. Aizawa sighed, " They got scouted out by someone else and just happened to pass the exam and now they were assigned to me."

Mr. Aizawa said, defeated, "Another student to make my life miserable."

"WE ARE THE ONE'S SUFFERING! WHY ARE YOU SULKING!" The whole class yelled at him.

"Anyways." Mr. Aizawa said as he gave both the class and you a glare, "Let's go to the training grounds." He started to walk towards the door, "Since I know you guys are curious about L/N's quirk we might as well train while we're at it. Everyone go change into your gym clothes and meet me on the training grounds. Yaoyorozu you take L/N to the locker room and introduce her to her locker." He said as he walked out of the classroom.

"All right! I can't wait to see your quirk!" Ashido said excitedly as she was running up to you

"Yeah hope it's something flashy!" Kirishima said

"And elegant like moi," Aoyama added as he was all sparkly

Everyone gathered around you and you quirky got fluster.

'Omg everyone wants to know about me!' You thought

"Tch." Bakugo said as he got up and walked, "Hey loser!"

You looked at Bakugo as he pointed at you, "You may think you're all hot shit for being recruited by the school but just to let you know I'm going to be #1, so I'll crush you!" He said as he left with an irritated look on his face.

'Oh...my...god!' You thought as you stared at him leaving, 'I thought I was gonna die!'

"Sorry about him." Midoriya said as he walked towards you, "He can be really mean at times."

"I can tell." You said panicking, "He looked like he wanted to murder me!"

"Yeah, he does that a lot to us." Kirishima said, scratching his head, "But I promise he's a good guy after you get used to him!"

"I hope not." You said suddenly getting nervous, "I don't want to be yelled at for the rest of my life."

As you stretched your face out of fear Iida demanded everyone to hurry up, you then followed Yaoyorozu to the locker room along with the rest of the girls. Everyone was cheerful and were welcoming you to their class.

"It's so nice to have you here," Jiro said

"Yeah one more friend to have!" Uraraka said clapping her hands

"Another girl to hang out with," Asui said looking up as she was thinking about something

"After this let's all hang out together!" Ashido said raising her hands up high.

As you nodded happily Yaoyorozu led you to your locker to get ready for the spar, 'I can't believe I'll be sparring with everyone. The top class of first-year! I can't wait to see all their quirks.' You thought excitedly. Then as you were ready to close your locker and follow the rest of the girls you paused, 'I'll be sparring with him... I hope... he's really is as cool as he was online.' you blushed as you bit your finger.

After a while, everyone gathered up on the training ground and Mr. Aizawa stood in front of the class and started talking, "Ok." He said as he reached out into his pocket and pulled out an eyedropper and started to put some on his eyes, "Who wants to fight L/N first." He said as he put away the eyedropper.

Everyone started to shout and raised their hands,

"Me! I wanna go first!"

"No fair I called dibs first!"

"Pick me~" Mineta drooled

"Well before we do anything I will explain the rules of this fight." Mr. Aizawa said as he raised his hand to them, "Both of the students will have bandanas on their heads, and whoever steals the other one's bandana first wins."

"Oh so just like in the mocking battle at the sports festival!" Hagakure said raising her arm up.

"Heh," Bakugo said smirking as he stretched one arm up, "Too easy."

'Yeah too easy indeed.' Midoriya thought as he put his hand on his chin, 'There's has to be a reason why.'

"Well in that case I'll go first!" Kaminari said walking towards the center of the stage. You then walked to the other side where Mr. Aizawa was.

"I'll promise I'll go easy on you." He smiled

You smiled back, "Oh no, don't hesitate. Please give me your all!"

Kaminari blushed a little as Mineta got salty, 'I should have been first!'

Everyone went to the sides to get a better look at the fight that was going to happen.

"But Mr. Aizawa!" Iida raised his hand, "To fight with a beginner that's just-"

"Begin." Mr. Aizawa ordered ignoring Iida's concern over you

"Don't worry pretty girl I'll promise this will only sting for a moment," Kaminari said as he started to run towards you, quickly charging electricity to his right hand

Midoriya noticed what he was doing, 'He's changing his technique from the sports festival. During the festival, Kaminari went full-on and used his attack open wide without any calculations and lost.' He then took out his notebook and started to mutter loudly as always making everyone sigh around him, 'There he goes again.' Everyone thought

"Interesting even Kaminari can think enough to improve his skills," Midoriya said, "All he has to do is-"

'Is getting a closed range on L/N and she's done!' Kaminari thought getting closer to you, 'I'm almost close! Now I gotta make sure I touch her-'

As he thought about his sure victory a hole suddenly appeared under him and he fell. Everyone was shocked wondering where he had gone too. Suddenly Kaminari appeared falling off a hole in the middle of the air a few yards off the ground of the other side where you were. By the looks of it, Kaminari had used up his quirk and was now in his dumb state. You walked up to Kaminari and took his bandana off his head.

"Thank you for at least trying." You smile as you walked to Mr. Aizawa handing him the bandana.

Almost everyone looked at you with shock, others kept their straight faces, and one even looked like furiously writing something on a notebook.

"Well what did you expect?" he said as he stared at everyone, "Everyone wants to know about L/N's quirk and what better way than to spar." He then turned around to look at them. 

"There's a reason why they are here, to begin with." Mr. Aizawa said in a serious tone, "They were specifically scouted from school and passed all the exams. Including the first term exams."

Everyone stared at you widely and stared back at Mr. Aizawa

"Do you think we let just any beginner into your class late in the school year?" Mr. Aizawa said with a serious tone, "Well think again."

Midoriya then looked at you and got serious.

"In this school, we help all students become the greatest heroes, we also let others know that they too are also worthy of becoming heroes if they chose to work faster and harder to catch up with you guys."

'That's right.' Midoriya looked at you, 'If Y/N got accepted by the school and is already at the same level as us.'

"I waited for the day we got to meet! Please." You said as you looked straight at Midoriya.

'Y/N must be very strong.' Midoriya thought as he closed his notebook and responded back to your glare with determination in his eyes.

"Show me what makes you guys the talk of the school." You blushed slightly "...Midoriya"

1: The New Student (End)

* Hope you like it and want to see more!*

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Chapter List

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#midoriya x reader #bakugo x reader #todoroki x reader #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #my hero art #my hero academy oc #bnha fanfiction

[softlyjiminie]

call him | j.j.k

⇢ paring(s): jeon jungkook x reader, mentions of park jimin x reader.

⇢ word count: 3.5K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: angst, smut, fwb!au, college!au.

⇢ summary: jungkook’s jealous, and he has an awful way of showing it.

⇢ warning(s):  please read! heavy smut, cumplay, fingering, oral ( female receiving ), spanking, exhibitionism, daddy kink, sub!reader, dom!jungkook, swearing,  unprotected sex (use protection please.), friends with benefits relationship.

⇢ author’s note(s): hey lads, it’s been a hot minute since i posted a fic but ive had this written for almost a month and i think you guys deserve it, also it’s my first time witing and posting a smut so please give me some feedback uwu, happy sinning ;) ( update: this fic has been updated and edited as of 2020 )

⇢ parts: ( here! ) ( two ) ( final )

You rushed past the dark haired male as soon as he opened the door, the fresh rainfall dampening your clothes as he locked it behind you. Your eyes fired up with desire as you stripped off your jacket, and dumped your bag by the stairs and yet all the while Jungkook remained unmoving.

“What are you doing here?” He mumbled, darkly, you noted, as he moved to stand in the doorway of his living room. Your actions paused as you pulled your lip between your teeth. Jungkook raised a brow, muscled arms crossing over his firm chest. You simply smiled at his actions, slowly walking over to the taller male with a sway in your hips. “You’re fuckin’ horny aren’t you, love?”

It was more of a statement than a question which caused your smile to widen as you slipped your arms around Jungkook’s neck, sighing when his hands slid down from over his chest to settle on your hips. “I called you...you didn’t answer. I’m stressed about my exams Ggukie, help me relax please...”

“You’re such a good girl, asking daddy nicely.” Jungkook hummed, lifting you to his waist by your thighs. Your lips met in a furious kiss, sucking one another in as your tongues clashed in a passionate dance for dominance. Squeezing your thighs, Jungkook blindly lead you to his bedroom, gently pulling away from your lips to nibble and bite and suck at your neck littering you with bruises. “Mine. You’re mine.”

You moaned out at his claim, fingers twisting in the black, obsidian locks of the boy busying himself with making a work of art out of your neck against his bedroom door. The routine was almost familiar to you, having a sort of fuck buddy relationship with Jungkook since the first semester of the year. Usually your encounters were smooth sailing, you’d call and he’d text and within an instant you were together, headboard smashing against the wall and waking your roommates.

Today, however, was different.

He was taking his time with you, teasing you as if you’d slip away. “Jungkook, please. I-I, oh god, don’t want to wait anymore...” you whined as his hips begun to slowly buck up into yours. Hot slick pooled between your thighs as he tamed you, reigning in on his control over you. “W-want you to take me...”

“Patience Y/N, you said you’re stressed...let me take care of you tonight.”

You barely had time to frown at Jungkook’s words, it wasn’t often that you went slow, especially when one of you were needy. Before you knew it, the door had finally popped open with a satisfying click and Jungkook was walking you over to the bed. You landed with a soft thump, eyes burning with desire as he removed his shirt to reveal his skin, golden like the rising sun and soft like the linen you lay on. Of course you could appreciate his abs, but like you’d told him many times before, he was beautiful... a vision to behold. Even with his fucked out eyes and pink tinted, swollen lips...Jungkook was a beauty.

Wordlessly, he crawled up the bed until your lips met once more, biting and sucking at each other until the were puffy and swollen. His hips were between your legs once more, pushing down on your clothed core with every thrust from his hips. You could feel the wetness of your heat collect in your panties and you were pretty sure Jungkook could too. His dark doe eyes clouded with lust at every whimper that surpassed your lips from every buck of his hips, his weighty length brushing against your desperate heat.

Unable to withstand the building pleasure between you, Jungkook pulled you up, tearing your shirt from your frame before discarding your leggings somewhere across the room and pushing you back down onto the bed to kiss you once more. The flame within you spread across your body like wildfire as his hands seamlessly unclipped your bra with a practised ease. “Look at your fuckin’ tits baby.” His words were slurred whilst he sucked at your lips, cool fingers coming up to play with your nipples. “Nice n perky for daddy, god I love your fuckin tits.”

The last part came out as a deep groan, his mouth latching onto your right breast causing you to arch your back into him. His heated tongue flicked over your nipple before he gently bit down on the mound of flesh, his other hand massaging your other breast. “J-jungkook! Mm-fuck!” You cried, fingers threading through his raven locks as he switched breasts.

The tug at his hair had him growling, as he finally pulled away from his assault on your chest, his eyes even darker than before. He smirked up at you drowsily, lips kissing a trail down past your navel and just above your panties. You squirmed as he neared the place were you desired him most, images of his head between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy flashing behind your unfocused eyes.

“Eyes on me, Y/N...” he teased, lips mouthing over the waistband of your panties before tearing them off with his teeth. They trailed down, as he left open mouthed kisses on your heated core and it took all your might not to clamp your thighs down on his head and have him stay between your legs forever. You jolted in your place on the bed when Jungkook strategically placed a wet kiss on your swollen clit, crying in pleasure even though he’d barely touched you. “Oh god baby, you’re s’fuckin wet for me aren’t you? So wet and I’ve not even given you my fingers, huh?”

You could feel his hot breath over your crying hole and it only heightened your need for him. “Gguk, please...w-want you s’bad.” You moaned shamelessly, desperate for any kind of attention.

But as soon as he came close to touching you, he was gone.

Opening your eyes, ready to chew one out on Jungkook, you looked up. His expression was dark, his lust for you replaced with something you couldn’t quite place but you could see in his eyes that you wouldn’t be going home without an orgasm tonight. “You know, I heard something pretty interesting about you the other day.” He started with hooded eyes, a single finger slipping under the waistband of your panties before pulling them off, to toy with its lace. “Something about you having a little...crush.”

“W-what?” You stammered breathlessly, your brain fogging with confusion and arousal as Jungkook’s cold finger came to circle your wet clit, his cool temperature sending shivers down your spine. Your hands latched onto his shoulder, sinking into his freckled skin as he worked slow circles into your nub.

“You know what I’m talking about princess,” Jungkook smiled, adding a second finger to swirl at your swollen clit. You moaned desperately as the two digits moved in synchronised movements, throwing your head back into the pillow. “You know what a crush is? Do I need to spell it out for you?” a silent scream tore in your throat as he begun to work the letters C-R-U-S-H into your sopping heat, the pleasure he was giving you just by stimulating your nub was almost enough to make you cum.

“What’s his name?” Jungkook growled as you began to grind your hips into his fingers, one of them slipping down to tease open your entrance. You shook your head, conflicted between why he had chosen now of all times to bring this up and the pleasure he was giving you. Your mouth opened with a scream as Jungkook’s digit slipped past your entrance, buried knuckle deep in your tight heat. “I won’t ask you again Y/N.”

“P-park Jimin!” You squealed as Jungkook gave an experimental thrust of his finger, you arched your back as he curled it to let it drag across your walls, rewarding you with another finger. Jungkook froze, as if he had sunken into deep thought, before he resumed his actions.

“Call him.”

You gripped his wrist in surprise as he begun to curl is fingers inside you with every thrust, stimulating that special spot. You shook your head once more, whining at the fast pace of his digits slipping in and out of your heat, lewd sounds of your arousal piercing the air.

“Do it, or I stop.” He hummed against the shell of your ear, the pace of his fingers never easing up as he handed you his phone. It was already unlocked to your surprise and you were even more surprised when you found Jimin’s number in his contact list. Jungkook smiled encouragingly as you dialled the number, kissing another pathway down to your core. “There’s a good girl...”

The phone rang about three times before there was an answer, and you didn’t miss the way Jungkook slowed his thrusts to match the ringing of the phone. “Hello?”

You bit your lip to suppress your crude moans as Jungkook’s lips sealed around your clit, sucking on the nub in a way that usually had you screaming. “J-jimin! Hi!” You stammered breathlessly into the phone, taking a deep breath to steady your shaking voice. “uh, it’s me, Y/N from your psychology class!”

You internally cursed Jungkook for adding a third finger just as you introduced yourself, wanting to close your thighs around his head and choke the cockiness out of him. Jimin’s melodious laugh wafted through the phone and you felt your heart melt and heat spread to your cheeks at the sound. “I know Y/N, we sit next to each other, how comes you’re calling from Jungkook’s phone?”

“O-oh my! F-fuck Jungkook!” The sound of his own name must have spurred him on, for Jungkook switched from fingering you to eating you out, his hot wet tongue slurping at the pool of arousal that had collected from his previous ministrations. His finger begun to flick at your clit once more, and you almost closed your thighs when his other hand came up to spread them apart, giving you a look that said ‘keep them open.’ Jimin’s faint voice from the phone reminded of the situation that you were currently in, and you blushed, hurriedly trying to think of an excuse. “I-I mean, fuck Jungkook, t-that fucker-oh!- took my phone to play games-!”

You gasped, glaring down at Jungkook, who’s face glistened with your slick after biting your thigh. The sight of him all messy with your wetness had you silently moaning as Jimin chuckled from his end of the line. “Well thats for you Gguk isn’t it?” You could hear the smile in Jimin’s voice, and you felt your arousal flare up just with the knowledge that he was completely innocent to your acts. “Did you need something though? You don’t usually call...”

The cold air between your legs told you that Jungkook had moved again, looking up from your call, you noted with a dry throat and a mind clouded with lust that he was unbuckling his belt, throwing his boxers and jeans to the floor, leaving him naked in all his glory. Your jaw went slack at the sight of his bare frame, all shame completely thrown out the window as you mewled out your approval. Even though you’d seen him open and bare, countless times before, the moment when he was completely stripped down never failed to amaze you.

Your whines grew at a higher pitch and you barely acknowledge Jimin asking if you were okay as the dark haired man before you begun to massage your thighs, pulling them open so he could take a peek at what was his. Your hands longed to grab at his supple skin, claw at his back and bite his shoulders and Jungkook only tutted at you. “K-kookie please, please lemme touch, need’ta touch you...”

“Y/N? What’s going on, is everything alright?” Jimin’s muffled voice sounded from the phone, his tone laced with worry. Jungkook chuckled, leaning down so that his chest was pressed against your breasts, causing your nipples to stand on end.

“Put him on mute baby.” Jungkook hummed, grinding his bare length against your wet, pathetic mound. You nodded, on the verge of tears at the stimulation. You still hadn’t cum yet. Pressing the mute button, you moaned aloud, gripping Jungkook’s shoulders as he slapped his cock against your sensitive clit. Your ears were immune to the worried whispers of Jimin as you desperately moved your hips in time with Jungkook. “Listen carefully to what I say princess. You’re going to tell little Jiminie how much you like him, how much you want him whilst your pretty little pussy is clenching around my cock, you got that?”

“Mm...no gguk...please no-“ you gasped, the tip of his member teasing your entrance. He looked down at you, steely determination in his eyes and you realised that if you didn’t do this, Jungkook would leave you high and dry for as long as he pleased. Heat and arousal flared up within you once more, you were impossibly turned on and if this is what you had to do for Jungkook to get you off, then so be it. You were past the stage of embarrassment now.

Reaching up, you unmuted the phone just as Jungkook began to lather is length up with the physical evidence of your arousal. The slick delicious sound had you gulping as you called out for Jimin. “J-jiminie,” you sighed the anticipation of finally having Jungkook inside you, clouding your thoughts. “Jimin- you still there?”

“Yes...” he whispered back into the phone, and it almost sounded as if he was further away. “Y/N are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I just- just wanted to tell you something important...” your breathing had become laboured at this point as Jungkook eased his girthy length into you inch by inch, his dark eyes focused on where your body’s met and you sucked him in greedily. “Jiminie-I, ohmygod! I think I like you-!”

You moaned into the phone, the device falling from your grip as Jungkook entered you fully with one single thrust. Jimin’s end of the phone went silent for what seemed like ages and his voice was barely above a whisper when he did speak. “I think I feel the same...I just never made a move because I thought you had a thing with Jungkook...”

Your heart melted at Jimin’s words, and you felt some kind of mental relief at the thought of him liking you back. You were just about to respond when Jungkook snapped his hips into yours with force, driving your frame up the bed as he fucked into you. You squealed, grasping his shoulders as his cock drilled into you with ease, thanks to the lubrication of your core.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each thrust, the pleasure and overstimulation coursing through your veins. The head of his cock caught on the walls of your, weeping pussy and you arch your back into him, breasts pressing against his chest as you clench around him. “Oh fuck, Y/N baby you feel s’good...” Jungkook lets out the choked moan before he can stop himself, dark mop of heat dropping to your neck to bite at the soft skin there. “Mine, my pussy, only mine.”

His words are slurred, and your heart and your core flutter at his possessiveness but it almost feels like he’s trying to prove a point. Jungkook’s long fingers ease down between your legs, where your body’s meet and he’s bucking into you at a brutal pace, they soon find your sensitive clit and you almost want to writhe away from the pleasure he’s giving you.

“M’ all yours Kookie, please!” You cry, sensitivity heightened and that’s when you remember Jimin on the other line. You wonder if he’s getting off at the sound of your skin slapping and the lewd sounds of your squelching pussy, the thought only arouses you more, increasing your wetness and you can’t help but moan even louder. You can’t tell if it’s for Jimin’s sake or for Jungkook’s.

“Y-Y/N... is that Jungkook?” Jimin’s voice comes out strained, and you mewl as Jungkook pulls all the way out, only to pound back into you again, rougher and faster than he was before.

The dark haired male quickly pulls a finger away from rubbing figures of eight on your clit, letting the digit slip between his lips to suck off your juices in a way that has your legs tightening around his hips. Jungkook grips the phone, mumbling something about Jimin getting on his nerves. Without a word, Jungkook pulls out of your heat and flips you over onto your stomach. He yanks your hips up so that your ass meets his cock, before slipping back in.

A hand slaps your ass as you grind back into him, craving some kind of release. “You hear that Park?” Jungkook growls, slapping your cheek again, causing you to whine, tears pooling in your eyes as you grip the sheets. “That’s the sound of your girl getting fucked, fucked so good she can’t tell what’s up or down. Now remember for the next time that you fuck her, it’ll be my cum that stains her walls and my name she’ll be moaning. Isn’t that right princess?”

“Yes Jungkook! Oh god yes! Fuck me please, wanna cum s’bad!” You moan with wanton, moving your hips in sync with his, tears blurring got vision and your mind clouded with lust. That was enough to satisfy him, for he leaned down to press slopping kisses to the slope of your back, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Later, Park.” He groaned into the phone, as he leaned back up. His pace never slowed when he hung up the phone, tossing it somewhere else on the bed. “You’re such a dirty girl, princess. Moaning like a dirty little slut for daddy when talking to your crush.” Jungkook punctuated each word with a thrust, hitting your spot each time and driving you closer towards the edge.

“M’ so close...” you cried, words slurring together as your own hips matched Jungkook’s pace. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Then do it, cum on daddy’s cock like the dirty girl you are.”

That was all you needed to be pushed over the edge, your vision blurred as a powerful orgasm ripped through you, splashing out onto Jungkook’s length. His pace didn’t let up as white flashed behind your eyes and you screamed out his name. He helped you ride out your high, slowly thrusting into you as your pussy fluttered around his girth. You milked him for all his worth, creaming around him before Jungkook pulled out with a broken moan, his white hot seed painting your ass like he was laying his claim.

He collapsed on top of you, sweaty skin sticking to yours as his softening length rubbed against you. You lay together, breath mingling for a while before Jungkook got up and grabbed a hot cloth to clean you up. All the while you stayed silent, mind racing at the events that had just occurred.

“You’re awfully quiet for someone who just got their brains fucked out, could’ve sworn you were crying.” Jungkook teased with a bunny smile, arms coming up to wrap around your naked waist. You only hummed in response, allowing him to spoon you and it wasn’t long before you felt him frown against your skin. “W-was I too rough? You know you can always tell me when I am... I’ll stop-“

“You fucked me whilst on the phone to him, Kook.” You stated, blankly and unsure how to feel. You felt Jungkook freeze behind you, before he started to trace patterns on the exposed skin of your shoulder. He sighed.

“Well as far as I could tell, you were enjoying it and by the sounds of things, he was too.”

The smirk in his voice had you rolling over, eyes glistening with tears you hoped he couldn’t see. “I liked him Jungkook, I still do. And now he probably hates me, probably thinks that I was lying just to hurt his feelings. I won’t be able to look at him without feeling guilty...” 

“Fuck, you really liked him, huh?” Jungkook frowned, looking away from you, an emotion that you couldn’t quite place swirling in his eyes. You nodded silently, suddenly regretting coming over tonight. Jungkook bit his lip, looking as if he wanted to say something, when his phone vibrated from somewhere within the sheets. He scrambled to find it, pulling the screen close to his face and grimacing at the brightness when he did. “It’s for you.”

With furrowed brows, you took the device from Jungkook, eyes flicking over the text that illuminated the screen.

                                                                                                                               JIMIN: Hey Jungkook, thanks for the heads up about Y/N but I think I’ve got it covered. Tell her I’ll pick her up tomorrow at eight, assuming she’s still with you.

You felt a warm flush spread across your cheeks as you re-read the text over and over again. Your heart fluttered with joy, because Jimin still wanted to see you and liked you too. Jungkook remained quiet as you squealed over the text, his eyes raging with disappointment, for Jimin wasn’t the only one to have feelings for you.

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[janethepegasus]

BMC Miraculous Ladybug AU RP Thing: RPG

An RP me and @pika-ace did relating to the BMC Miraculous Ladybug AU, where our main seven go through an RPG world thanks to an akuma named Queen Alexia.

(The main seven enter an empty warehouse, looking around for the Akuma) Leo: Okay, that weird queen lady has GOT to be here somewhere! (They look around until Owl spots a TV with an NES sitting on a box)

Owl: What's this? Hound: Ooooh retro!

(They approach the TV and it turned on by itself)

Leo: Ooooh. :o

(It showed static at first, but then it showed a title screen for an RPG game called "Miraculous Quest")

Swan: A game? Hound: I like the sound of this already :3c

(Suddenly, two hands emerge out of the screen and grabs the main seven)

Dasher: AHH!! Leo: Holy shit we're being Jumanji'd!!!

(The hands dragged them and into the TV) (Then there was a bright flash of light) (A couple of seconds later, the main seven, who are now their normal selves, stir) Jeremy: Owwww.....

Michael: Aw man...ow... Eric: *winces* Everyone alright?

Post: Yeah...!

Jordan: Shit...we changed back...? Why?

???: Because you're in my RPG game of course! :3

(They all look up to see the akuma, standing on a large rock over them)

Queen Alexia: And you seven are gonna go through the WHOLE thing! From beginning to end! >:3

Jeremy: Holy shit, we actually WERE Jumanji'd!

Queen Alexia: Well, not “Jumanji’d” but rather....you all became an RPG class! (They look over themselves and saw that Jeremy is a Fighter, Michael is an Archer, Eric is a Mage, Jordan is a Knight, Post is a healer, Lin is a Rouge/Thief, and Joe is a Mage)

Michael: ...I am strangely excited about this 8)c

Jeremy: Me too! 8)c

Jordan: *looks at his armor* I don't think we covered this during our game nights...

Post: I-I'm a healer...? M-Makes sense... :/

Joe: *to Eric* It seems you and I are...spell casters?

Eric: *to Joe* Seems like it...

Lin: I'm digging this hood and the black...I feel very edgy

Michael: But don't get TOO edgy Lin! X3c Queen Alexia: AAAAANYWAY, now that you all saw that you're in your RPG classes, let me explain a few rules...

Jeremy: Oh, I am READY for this! :D Michael: Same; I am ON BOARD!

Queen Alexia: First off, your Miraculous, they're not taken, yet, but you cannot use them at a lower level, you have to unlock the ability at a certain level! Wanna take a few guesses on what Level you unlock it? :3c

Post: uhh...10?

Queen Alexia: Nope! 35! :3c

Michael: WHAT?! D:< Jeremy: That's BS! >:(

Queen Alexia: Hey! I can't have rookie players in my game gain access to a powerful ability from the start! It would make things too easy! >:(

(Jeremy and Michael groan)

Queen Alexia: Second, you all have three lives! If you run out of HP, you loose a life! But if you loose all three lives, then you'll die both in game and in real life! >:)

(Everyone tenses) Post: Oh god...we've been sword art online'd too?!

Queen Alexia: Well not quite but, it'll seem that way if you loose your last life! ;)

Lin: In hindsight, we kinda asked for this when we asked Raven Claw to up his game...

Joe: Yes, now we ALL have to pay the price...

Queen Alexia: Also, all of you start at Level 1! So if you wanna beat the final boss, you gotta farm those EXP from battles! >:3

Michael: Oh, lovely >:(

Queen Alexia: Good luck! >:3 *disappears*

Jeremy: Welp, looks like we get to live the DnD cartoon

Post and Jordan: The what? :/c

Michael: The old cartoon based on Dungeons and Dragons.

Post: .....Never heard of it. :/c

Jeremy: We'll educate you later; right now, we better build up our EXP

Michael: Yeah! >:)

Eric: And how exactly do we do that? Jeremy: Beat the shit out of enemies of course!

Michael: Yeah! Beat em up and gain EXP! That's basically what makes an RPG.....an RPG!

Jordan: *looks completely lost* Uhhhh... Michael: You’ll get the hang of it

Joe: Well then, shall we start our quest? :)

Post: Y-Yeah! Jeremy: Onward!

(They begin their journey through the RPG land)

(Jeremy and Michael take the lead, being more experienced in RPGs)

(While the others are behind them) (After a couple of minutes, they encountered their first monster)

Jeremy: Ooooh boy, here we go!! Let's see what we can do!

(They get into position to fight)

Jordan: So how does this work exactly?! Michael: Just attack, like we usually do in the real world, dad, it's not hard!

Lin: Sooo....beat it up until it’s dead? :/c

Jeremy: Exactly!

Joe: Alright then, it may take some time to learn our new powers but we’ll manage!

Michael: I'll go first; my thing is pretty straight forward *gets his bow and arrows* Though I wish we took archery in gym class...

(He aims his arrow and releases it towards the monster)

(The arrow hits and the monster staggers a bit)

Michael: Woo! Did it on the first try! :D

Jeremy: Okay, I'll go next; I'm a fighter, soooo I guess I'll just punch him

(He approaches the monster and punches it)

(The monster staggers and Jeremy again and Jeremy leaps back to his position) Post: Heh, this is pretty easy! Jeremy: Well this IS a level one monster

Michael: Yeah, cause if we go into the later levels, they’ll get harder to beat!

Post: I'll go next but...I'm a Healer. Can I even attack?

Michael: Eeeeeehhhhh......kinda? :/

Jeremy: Give it a try, just...don't heal him

Post: O-Okay... (Post walks up to the monster and hits it with the stick end of his healing staff)

(The monster staggers again) Michael: There ya go!

Post: Yay! :D

Eric: Um, is there a reason this thing isn't fighting back? Jeremy: We all gotta take turns; once we all go, then he can go

Eric: .....Are you serious? -_-

Jeremy: Yep, that's how it works; be glad we're not in an MMO or else it'd be a free for all

Michael: Yeah!

Jordan: What the hell is an MMO?????! Michael: Later, dad, it's your turn, slash the monster or something!

Jordan: A-Alright then!

(Jordan gets out his sword and slashes at the monster)

(The monster staggers again, looking like it was gonna faint)

Jeremy: Almost there! Who's gonna take the finishing blow?

Joe: I will!

Joe: Now, if I'm a Mage then I suppose I can just... (He forms a spell in his hands and fires it at the monster)

(The monster falls and is defeated)

Michael: Woo! Victory!

Jeremy: Yeah!! :D

Post: So have we leveled up now? Michael: Oh, if only it were that easy

Post: Huh?

Jeremy: It takes a LOT of EXP to level up, and beating one monster isn't gonna be enough; we gotta beat up more.

Eric: .....Are you fucking serious? >:/

Michael: 'Fraid so, man.

(Eric sighs in annoyance)

Jeremy: Speaking of, we should probably look for GROUPS of monsters to fight to speed things up; Eric probably got barely any EXP since he didn't get to attack

Michael: Yeah, if we wanna best the final boss TOGETHER, we gotta be strong enough to both survive and win this thing!

Jordan: This is too much for my brain to handle...

Lin: You’ll get the hang of it eventually Tank! ;)

(They head on their way, fighting as many monsters as they can)

(They spent an hour or so fighting monsters and leveling up) (When they got to the entrance of a forest level, they were suddenly approached by a man in a long cloak) Magic Seller: Hello weary travelers!

Jeremy: Uh, hey

Magic Seller: Would you care to buy *quickly pulls out a potion* some of these??? :3c

Michael: *squints* What does it do?

Magic Seller: It makes you go fast *pause* Like Sonic the Bloody Hedgehog

Jeremy: Oh well in that case :D

(Jeremy takes the magic potion from the magic seller’s hands)

Eric: Are you sure about this? Michael: This is part of the game dude; you gotta get potions and junk

Jeremy: Yeah!

(They buy a few more potions)

Michael: Thanks for the potions man! :D Magic Seller: Ya welcome kid!

(They head on their way through the forest)

(They fought a few monsters as they went but all of the sudden, they felt the ground shake a little)

Jordan: What's that?!

(The shaking fades out and comes back, as if something big and heavy was coming towards them)

Jeremy: If Jurassic Park has taught us anything...that can't be a good sign...

(The stomping becomes louder and louder until a giant moving tree with large arms and a face comes into view)

Michael: Ooooh...goooood...

(The giant tree monster looks at them and roars loudly, then it starts charging towards them)

Joe: MOVE!!

(They run as fast as they can to get away from the tree monster)

(The monster chases them for a while, until it reaches out with one of its branches and grabs Eric)

Jordan: PEACH!!

(Everyone skids to a halt; Eric struggles and tries hitting it with magic, but they barely do anything, and the monster keeps his tight grip on him)

(Eric screams in pain as the monster tightens his hold on him)

(The monster roars and starts stomping away with Eric) Jeremy: Get back here, Treebeard!!

(They chase after the tree monster)

Post: Why aren't we doing the usual thing where it stays still and fights us?! Michael: This must be a cutscene or something!!

Jordan: A What?!

Jeremy: You know, like when those video scenes play in other games to move the story!

Jordan: *blinks* Oh, right.

Michael: Yeah; this must be a boss if he's getting a cutscene!

Lin: Then let’s follow him and beat that guy! >:)

Jordan: No need to tell me twice! >:(

(They chase after the monster)

(They eventually reach a forest clearing; the monster is waiting, and Eric is dangling from another tree, tied up with tree roots)

Jordan: Will!

Eric: Jordan!

(The monster roars at the six, getting ready for battle)

Post: Okay, NOW it's doing the thing.. Michael: Be careful, this is a boss, he's gonna be tough!

Jeremy: Yeah!

(They start fighting)

janethepegasus (They gave it all they got on their turn, while they try to dodge the monster’s attacks on its turn. This goes on for a couple of rounds) (Eventually, they were still holding on but Jordan had it rough, he was just a couple HP points away from losing his first life)

Eric: Jordan! Jeremy: Post, can you heal him on your next turn? Post: I....I don't have enough magic!!

Jeremy: Crap! He’s gonna loose his first life if he gets hit!

Michael: I...I guess we just hope the monster decides to hit one of us instead

Jeremy: I hope...

(They finish their turns and the monster takes its turn to attack)

(It raises its large arms and slams them down at Jordan)

Eric: NO!!!!

(It lands and the monster picks up Jordan, and then it throws him straight into the ground) (When Jordan landed, he looked like a bloody mess)

Eric: *struggling while tearing up* JORDAN!!! Michael: Holy fuck...!

(The monster finishes it’s turn and now it was their turn to attack)

Eric: *nearly crying* No...no, Jordan...! Joe: *angrily* You BASTARD!! (They take their turns, hitting the monster with their strongest attacks)

(Once their attacks hit on their turn, they managed to defeat the tree monster)

(The roots around Eric disappear and he falls to the ground, and everyone looks at Jordan's remains)

Jeremy: Holy fuck... (Eric manages to get up and race towards Jordan)

(Eric kneels next to him, tears falling and his hands shaking) Eric: Oh god...Jordan...no...please, please no...!

(Eric bursts into tears as he’s next to Jordan)

(Everyone else tears up at the sight, when Jordan's body starts to disappear)

Eric: *sobbing* No..! No no no no, please...Jordan...DON’T LEAVE ME!!!

(Jordan's body vanishes and a spotlight shines down from the sky; a few seconds later, Jordan is literally dropped right back into the world, falling on his face) Everyone: HUH?! Jordan: OW! FUCK, that hurt!!

Eric: *looks up* Jordan?!

(Jordan gets onto all fours and looks around at the scene) Jordan: Huh? Did we win?

Jeremy: Uhh....yeah we did.

Jordan: Oh... *sees everyone looking shocked* Uh, did I miss something? Eric: JORDAN!! *runs over and just about tackles him, tears running down his face*

Jordan: Woah! You okay there Peach?

Eric: You're alive...oh thank GOD you're alive!!

Jordan: Wh-What?? D-Did....Did I die?!

Michael: Y-Yeah...that tree just about made fertilizer out of you... Eric: I thought I'd lost you, I...god I was so scared, Jordan...!

Jordan: Oh Will.... *hugs Eric*

Post: But, how did you...oh...right...I forgot...

Lin: Oh yeah, the lifes thing....riiiiiight...

Michael: Wow...guess the adrenaline made us forget...

Jeremy: Yeah....

Joe: So that means Jordan has two lives left; now I see that we have to save as many as possible; three lives isn't a lot

Jeremy: Yeah, cause if we lost all three, we’re dead, like....for real.

Michael: And that was only the first boss...oh boy...

Post: Yeah...

(Eric and Jordan stand up, Eric still clinging to Jordan)

Jordan: You gonna be okay Peach...?

Eric: I...I think so...

Jordan: *wipes Eric's tears* Good...

Eric: Just...stay alive...please...

Jordan: I will, promise...

(Jordan kisses him on the forehead)

(Eric smiles)

Joe: Well then...shall we continue? Lin: Yeah, let's get out of this place...

(They walk forward and continue on their journey)

(They travel through many levels, slowly getting stronger as they go, but still having quite a few close calls as the fights get tougher)

(During one fight against a tough monster, Joe and Lin were trying their best not to get hit again, as they didn't want to loose their remaining HP with one hit)

Michael: Get ready!! (The monster roars and attacks Joe, and he falls down dead)

Everyone: JOE!!!!

Jordan: DAMMIT!! (They take their turns and attack as hard as they can, trying to end the fight quickly)

(As soon as the monster disappears, everyone rushes over to Joe)

Post: Dad!! Oh god dad, no!

Eric: Joe.....

(Joe's body disappears and he's then dropped back into the world)

(He falls on his back)

(Joe slowly gets up and looks around) Joe: Well, that was a bizarre experience... Post: DAD!

(Post hugs Joe tightly)

Lin: Well we made it THIS far without anyone losing a life; I'd call that progress

Jeremy: Yeah; hopefully we reach the final boss pretty soon...

Michael: What level are we on now? I think I've kinda been losing track, I think we're...in the twenties?

Joe: I believe so...

Eric: I guess we'll just have to keep going until the akuma tells us to stop

Jeremy: Yeah, pretty much.

(They get up and keep on going)

(They kept on going, fighting a lot of monsters as they went, getting stronger and managing to keep their lives. Until finally, the main seven reached Level 35, where they unlocked the ability to use their Miraculous)

Eric: FINALLY!!

Jeremy: Yeah! It took us a couple of hours just to get there!

Michael: Oh this'll make fighting WAY more fun! >:3

Lin: Hell yeah! >:3

Post: Onward! To the next fight! >:3

(They move on forward)

(They keep climbing the levels, their Miraculous abilities helping immensely in fights)

(Eventually, after many battles against monsters and bosses, they finally reached the final level, standing in front of the gates of a large castle)

Jordan: Oh thank god it's almost over... Eric: How are we doing on lives?

Jordan, Joe, and Lin: Two Michael and Jeremy: We got three!

Jeremy: How about you, Post?

Post: Um....I-I-I....i got one left.... :(

Michael: Oh fuck... Jordan: And...Will? How about you?

Eric: Two.

Jeremy: Okay...okay, so we just gotta watch Post's health more than anything

Michael: We don't wanna loose our precious baby! XS

Post: 'M not a baby... >:(

Jeremy: You are in our eyes! Michael: You precious cinnamon roll!

Joe: They're not wrong, son ;)

Post: T-True...

Jordan: Welp...let's go de-throne this Queen

Michael: Hell yeah, let's do this!

(They enter the final level and start slowly working their way up)

(Eventually, they managed to make their way to the top, where Queen Alexia is sitting on her throne)

Alexia: You finally made it...and with your whole party! Impressive!

Jeremy: Yeah, it was hard, but we fucking made it!

Michael: And now we're taking you down!! Alexia: Figures, the ones will ALL their lives are the ones running the show; you two have CLEARLY played RPGs before

Jeremy: Well DUH! >:(

Michael: Also, dropping our rookie friends into this with semi-perma-death? Not cool, lady! >:(

Queen Alexia: It's an RPG, they should've known better! ;)

Jeremy: Not everyone's a fan of RPGs, lady!! Michael: And not everyone are gamers!! Some people don't even know what RPGs are!!

Queen Alexia: *scoffs* Whatever. Anyway, you get the face the final boss to this game, me! So get ready cause i won't hold anything back! >:)

(They get into position and the fight begins)

(Both sides gave it all they got, landing powerful attacks) (However, during Alexia's turn, she tries a powerful attack at Jordan) (It hits and he's knocked out)

Eric: JORDAN!! Jeremy: It's okay, he's still got a little health left and two lives!

(Jordan struggles to get up)

Michael: Post! Give her a status spell! Stun her so we can get some extra hits in!

Post: O-Okay!

(Post hits Alexia with a stunning spell and she can't move for two turns)

Jeremy: Alright! Now we can get our extra hit! >:)

Jeremy: Don't hit her with the ultra big ones yet, we gotta save magic energy!

Eric: Right!

(They all hit her with decently powerful attacks and get a good chunk of her health down to almost red)

Michael: Almost there!

Jeremy: Alright, Post, you heal the party including yourself in case this somehow goes wrong! Michael: Everyone else, time for the big guns!

Lin: Hell yeah, let's do this! >:)

(They all use their Miraculous abilities and use their biggest spells and Alexia's health drops to zero)

All: YEAH!!!

(Alexia falls over and their levels skyrocket due to all the EXP) Michael: Ahhh that's the best feeling in the world! X3c

Jeremy: Hell yeah it does! X3c

(Eric walks up to Alexia's fallen form and gets her akuma) Eric: That was QUITE the payoff, I must say

Jordan: Yeah, it was rough going through the whole thing, but we did it!

Joe: That was a VERY satisfying journey...and I think we owe it all to you, Jeremy and Michael. Without your leadership and expertise...I don't think any of us would have made it out

Post: Yeah... Lin: Thanks for your knowledge of the genre Mikey! <3

Jordan: I didn't think you had in ya; you two may not know it, but you're born leaders

(Jeremy and Michael blush) Jeremy: Thanks guys

Michael: Never thought we'd be leading the victory charge through a giant RPG

Jeremy: Me neither. Yet here we are.

Eric: Perhaps during our next game night...we could play more RPGs, just without the threat of dying

Joe: Yes, i'm a bit interested in seeing more RPG worlds and see what they have in store for all of us.

Post: And working together like that was a lot of fun!

Lin: It was! <3

Jeremy: Hell yeah, that'd be awesome! Michael: It's a deal!

Jeremy: Next game night, more RPGs! <3

Michael: Yeah! Now let's get the hell out of here!

Eric: Right!

(Eric breaks the akuma and purifies it, and they're back in the warehouse)

Post: We're back! :D

Joe: Thank goodness

Michael: Yeah...

Jeremy: C'mon Michael; let's go home and try to narrow down which RPG we'll play first at the next game night! :Dc

Michael: Yeah! We gotta pick a GOOD one to play! :Dc

Eric: We're looking forward to it :)

Jeremy: Great! <3

#bmc miraculous ladybug au #bmc au #squip #jeremy heere #michael mell #Jordan Ellis #joe iconis #post the Squip #lin manuel miranda #rpg

[princehuii]

can you do a fluff about vernon being your best friend, but you secretly have feelings for him? you can make up the rest! thank youu ~

In Vain

Word Count: 5002Genre: angst angst anGST (with fluffiness ish? idk)Pairing: You x Hansol (Vernon)Warnings: nothing major, just some light cussing here and there, and a bit of dirty humor

Sometimes Cupid runs out of arrows and only shoots one person instead of two. And sometimes, Cupid is cruel enough to make you fall in love with someone who doesn’t have enough room in their heart to love you.

A/N: sorry this took sO SO long… what’s motivation…..i havent posted anything in over a year yiKes. I merged these two requests together bc if I didn’t………you’d have to wait another year to get the other one written LOL. sorry if this isnt exactly what you wanted !!

something to keep in mind: this takes place around the spring time! all events occur in chronological order, except for one flashback (which I hope I made obvious). enjoy~

“Hansol, what the hell are you doing?”

“Look, it was just sitting there so I took it. What’s wrong with that?”

“Well, for starters, we’re at Mingyu’s party, and you just took the entire plate of chocolate cake. Don’t you feel any shame?”

“Not at all,” Hansol shoots back while cutting himself a slice of cake, “Why would I? I love chocolate cake.”

“If you really had no shame, please explain why we’re crouching behind this ratty, gross-smelling couch.”

“…listen Y/N, you’re supposed to be my partner in crime. You can’t just call me out like that.” Pouting slightly, he hands you a white plastic fork, “Now dig in. I know you want to~”

Breaking into a smile, you give in, taking a piece of cake and eating it. “Oh my God, Hansol, this cake tastes like heaven.”

“I know. Damn, I’d marry the person who made this. It’s so good.”

“Wow, you must have really low standards then. How can you say you’d marry a person when you haven’t even met them? What if the person’s a stuck up piece of cra–”

“Yeah I agree, I think Hansol’s a stuck up piece of shit too.” A familiar voice cuts off the conversation, and when you look up, you see Seungkwan standing over you two, “Uhm, why are you guys hiding behind this sofa? And why do you have an entire plate of cake?” The round faced boy glances at you for a second before pointing an accusatory finger at his friend, “It was this punk’s idea, wasn’t it?”

“Well, first off, I wasn’t calling Hansol the stuck up piece of poop, but he might as well be for stealing–”

“–it’s not stealing! Mingyu told me to help myself–”

“–but he didn’t mean to say take all the cake! Think of it as those people who leave out a basket of candy on Halloween. Don’t be that jerk who takes the whole basket.” Seungkwan finishes, shooting a glare, “Anyways, if you weren’t insulting him, then who are you guys talking trash about?”

“He was saying that he’d marry the person who made this cake, and I was like, would you marry that person even if they were a jerk?”

Seungkwan spins to face Hansol in an instant, “The cake is really that good?”

“Yeah man, try some for yourself.” Hansol pushes a piece of the dessert into his friend’s mouth and looks at him, anticipating his reaction.

“Holy…this is really good…how dare you two hide it from everyone else!” Seungkwan exclaims, “Give me more of that, you self-centered prick.”

“Why should I? I already gave you a taste. Isn’t that good enough?”

“I could introduce you to the person who made the cake. I think you and Y/N would get along with her pretty well, since she’s really nice. Do you want to meet her?”

Immediately, Hansol’s eyes light up in excitement, “Sounds good.” He agrees almost immediately, and gives Seungkwan the rest of the cake. “Let me meet this cake goddess.”

“Thank you for your payment, kind sir,” Seungkwan bows jokingly, making Hansol roll his eyes, “Follow me. You too, Y/N.”

“Hey Eul! I want to introduce you to some fans~”

“Wha-What? What are you saying?” Hansol sputters, after almost spitting out his soda.

“I didn’t know I had any fans,” The girl laughs and holds her hand out to Hansol, “Nice to meet you, I guess? If you haven’t been able to figure it out, I’m Eul. My mailbox is next to Seungkwan’s.”

The first thing that stands out to you is how bright Eul is. Her lips are turned up in a genuine smile that’s nearly as radiant as the sun and her eyes smile along with her mouth, twinkling and sparkling, even though the room is dimly lit. Contrasting with the soft angles of her face, her auburn brown hair is cut sharply at her shoulders. 

As you compared yourself to Eul, an anxious feeling in your stomach grows when Hansol leans forward to shake her hand, “N-nice to meet you too…I’m Hansol…and I really like your cake…”

“He’s pretty shy when he talks to girls,” Seungkwan snickers, “But yeah, he really, really likes your cake. He took the whole platter.”

“Seungkwan!” Hansol hisses.

“He also said he’d marry the person who made it, so you’ll probably get a proposal from him soon. How does being Mrs. Chwe sound?”

“Seungkwan!”

Eul bursts out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand, “I hope you don’t find this insulting, but that’s kind of endearing. I’m flattered,” she manages to say once she catches her breath. You catch Hansol with his mouth slightly open, looking slightly taken aback–no, in awe–because of her laughter. 

Even her laugh sounds nicer than mine… You bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself distracted from your thoughts.

“Yeah, Hansol, you’re real charming,” Seungkwan deadpans, “Anyways, this is his accomplice who helped him carry out that plan.”

You smile politely and offer your hand out to her, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

Eul beams and shakes your hand, “Hello, it’s nice to meet you too!” After her greeting, there’s a moment of awkward silence before Hansol breaks the it, much to Seungkwan’s and your surprise.

“How do you know Mingyu, Eul?” He immediately sees your expressions and quickly adds, “I’m not trying to be forward or anything. I was just curious.”

“Oh, we’re in the same Organic Chemistry class, but I didn’t talk to him until I went to the pet store one day…and we ended up playing with puppies for three hours together. What about you?”

“I met Mingyu in Biology class, and Y/N works with him.”

“Wait, aren’t you a culinary arts major? Why would you take Organic Chem? It sounds like a pain.” Seungkwan groans, “I would never take that class. Too many chains, functional groups, carbons, and poly-whatevers, ugh.”

“They said it’s supposed to help me out in the long run,” Eul sighs, “But it’s killing me right now. What’s your major, Hansol?”

“Me?”

“No, the other Hansol. Yes you, you idiot,” Seungkwan quips.

Hansol gives him a look that could kill before he answers, “Uhm, this might sound kinda dumb but I–my major’s anatomical sciences.”

“Woah, that sounds really cool! Isn’t that field also pretty hard? You must be really smart, huh. What about you, Y/N?”

“I’m…” Hesitating, you look down at the floor and mutter, “I’m undecided.”

“Ah, there’s nothing wrong with that!” Eul rests her hand on your arm and smiles softly, “You still have time.”

“Yeah…I guess…” You murmur. It’s quiet again, and the feeling of discomfort suddenly overwhelms you. Clearing your throat and shifting around a bit, you say, “I’m going to get some water, I’ll be right back.”

“Alright, if you don’t come back in ten minutes, I’m going to call the police,” Seungkwan jokes.

You laugh half-heartedly and shake your head, “Don’t worry about it. Do any of you guys want anything to drink?” All three shake their head, so you go off alone to get something to cool you down.

When you return about five minutes later, you see them talking to each other as if they’d been friends for a lifetime, and, sensing that you were out of place there, you left.

And as you expected, no one comes to look for you, even after ten minutes have gone by.  

It was sweltering outside, which was out of place considering it wasn’t even summer yet. Unfortunately, your dorm’s air conditioning wasn’t functioning well, and you couldn’t get it fixed until the next day.There was so much sweat pouring from your face that when you wiped your forehead, you could see a bunch droplets left on the back of your hand. 

To withstand the heat, you were eating a popsicle while sitting in front of a small, rickety fan that you managed to get for $20 from a friend. Its loud whirring is the only sound you can hear among the unusual silence in the building. If you turned off the fan, you could probably hear a pin drop.

I guess everyone else feels dead today too.

Groaning, you lie down on the floor, and reach for your phone that had fallen under your bed. Your fingers fumble over the screen as you click on Seungkwan’s number.

“Yes?”

“Help me out, Seungkwan, I’m dying of boredom and heatstroke.”

“Oh, are you, a common peasant, asking me, the most amazing person in existence, for help?”

“Shut up, idiot. The AC in my room isn’t working, and I don’t have friends or money to go anywhere.”

“Uh, go to the library or something, you leech. And besides, weren’t you the one who ditched me at the party? Why are you crawling back to me now?”

“I mean, you were having a great time with the others…so I thought it would be fine…”

“That’s not the point! I was really worried about you. I went all around that place looking for you. I saw so many couples making out, my God, it was like walking around in a virtual-reality porno. You know, I even stumbled into a–” 

“‘–threesome practically about to get it on like rabbits.’ You already told me, Kwannie, multiple times.”

“It was traumatizing and extremely embarrassing. For them, of course. I’m never embarrassed.”

“Yeah, of course you aren’t. Anyways, I’m really sorry about that, so, do you want to go get some ice cream or something?”

“I would love to, but I kinda just started my paper for musical theory, and it’s due tomorrow.”

“Oh, damn,” You whistle, “Good luck with that…”

“Try calling Hansol? If he says he’s ‘busy’, just guilt trip him because he didn’t help me go look for you.”

Your heart twists at this, and you squeak out, “He didn’t?”

“Nah, that punk was too busy chatting it up with Eul. Can you believe that? He is such a fake friend. He didn’t even realize that you didn’t come back until like, four hours after you took off.”

Ouch.

“Man, looks like I have to go fight him then,” You say flatly, half-joking and half-serious.

“No worries, I already did. He looked pretty sorry about it, so I’m sure you can still use it against him. But if for some reasonhe still refuses, I’ll treat you to ice cream tomorrow. I have to get back to my work now though, tell me how it goes!”

“Alright, see you around Seungkwan~”

“What are you doing here?” Hansol whispers lowly, speaking through the small crack between the door and its frame.

“I’m here to hang out with my best friend, why else?” You explain, as if it were the most obvious thing, “The air conditioning in my dorm isn’t working, and Seungkwan shot me down, so you’re my next best choice.”

“Right now isn’t a good time, Y/N,” He hisses.

“Why not? Is there something you’re hiding?” Standing on the tips of your toes, you try to look inside his room.

“Uh…my room is, my room is really messy,” Hansol stutters, shifting to block your view, “I don’t want you to see, uh, yeah…”

You squint at him with a frown, “Are you lying to me right now?”

“Hansol, who is it?” A girl’s voice rings from inside, and you start to piece things together as Hansol clears his throat.

“Eul, is that you?” You call out. It can’t be, right? How would she have gotten that close to him so quickly? There’s no way–

A hand behind Hansol pulls the door wide open, and you’re greeted with a familiar, beaming bright smile. “Yeah, it’s me, Y/N! It’s good to see you!”

“Wow, no wonder you were trying to hide her from me,” You joke, “You wanted to get some alone time with a pretty girl.”

Hansol laughs awkwardly and waves his hands around, “No, it’s really not like that…”

“OH.” Eul snaps her fingers, “Are you uncomfortable with me being alone with him?”

“Huh?” You look at her in disbelief, “Why would I be?”

“Aren’t you two dating?”

“No!” Hansol exclaims, “It’s not like that. We’re just friends.”

“Oops, my bad then!” Eul sheepishly grins, “I didn’t mean to make things awkward.”

“Ooh, that kinda hurt, you said no so quickly. Is the thought of me being your girlfriend that painful?” You ask with a joking tone, but your intention is anything but a joke. Does he really think nothing more of me?

“A little yeah,” Hansol says, sticking his tongue out, “Now that you’ve found me out, are you going to come in? She’s teaching me how to bake that chocolate cake.”

“I’ll…pass. I don’t want to interrupt your date. I’ll just call Mingyu or something,” You say, backing away from the door, trying to ignore your heart clenching, “Don’t mind me.”

“Are you sure?” Eul frowns, “We can all bake together.”

“No no, it’s fine. I came here to escape the heat, but I think baking would make me hot right?” You knew your excuse sounded insincere and fake, but it was the only thing you could think of. “I’ll see you guys later then.”

Before they could ask anymore questions, you turned around and walked away, ignoring the pain in your chest.

“Hey Y/N, I have a question for you, can I ask it?”

A week had passed since then, and life resumed as normal. You’re working an afternoon shift at the local restaurant near the campus. There were hardly any people there, but it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary; you wouldn’t expect people to eat Italian food at three o’clock in the afternoon. Mingyu was standing with you and making small talk until he suddenly changed the subject.

“You just asked a question, Mingyu.” You roll your eyes playfully, “Go ahead and ask me while I’m splitting this check.”

“Do you like Hansol?”

You freeze, finger hovering over the monitor screen. Panic sparks and a million thoughts race through your mind at once while you quickly continue your work, “Why would you think that?”

“Ah, I don’t know why I asked that when I know the answer. Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who knows,” Mingyu continues, “So, how long have you liked him?”

You’re quiet for a moment before you answer, “Maybe two years?”

“Holy shit,” he breathes out, “Why haven’t you confessed? Hansol’s as dense as a solid block of metal. He’s not going to find out on his own.”

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. Besides, why do you care? You’ve never asked me about Hansol like this before.”

“Well…” Mingyu trails off and bites his lip nervously, “I don’t think I should say this…”

“Since you already started, just spit it out.” You sigh, “You can’t just raise my curiosity like that.”

“I…uhm, you’re right, but…” He sighs. He leans against the wall and frowns, “This is something you’re probably better off not knowing.”

“Mingyu–”

“Hansol likes Eul.” Mingyu blurts out, but once he realizes what he’s said, he immediately clamps his mouth shut, pressing it into a thin line. He doesn’t look away though, gauging your reaction.

“Hansol…what?” Waves of shock resonate through your body as the words repeatedly echo in your head. Your heart drops.

Hansol likes Eul. Hansol likes Eul.

“He, uh, told me yesterday. I ran into him while he was grocery shopping with her, and when she went to the bathroom, he asked me for advice…I mean, he didn’t mention her specifically, but it was pretty obvious.”

I knew it.

Your vision begins to blur, and your surroundings began to tilt back and forth slightly.

“Y/N, are you alright?” You could feel a hand grab your upper arm, and you stumble towards it.

“I’m…I’m going to go…” You lean in towards Mingyu’s support, and he offers you a sad smile.

“I understand. I’ll finish this check for you. Do you want me to take you home?”

“I…” The idea of sitting on a crowded transit bus in your current state was certainly not appealing, so you mutter, “Can you?”

“Of course. Just go get your stuff and wait up for me, okay?” Mingyu pats your head and sighs, “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”

“Hey.”

“What?”

“Hey Y/N.”

“What?”

“Y/N hey.”

“Don’t make me get up and leave, Hansol. What do you want?” You retort, swirling your straw around in your drink.

“Wow, so cruel. I barely saw you this last month and you’re being so rude,” Hansol laughs back, “What’s up though? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I’ve been busy,” You reply. To be honest, you were avoiding him. After your conversation with Mingyu, you began to distance yourself further and further away from Hansol. Whenever you could, you would make an excuse to not see him, and if you had no reason to leave, you would stay as far away from him as possible. Nearly everyone had picked up on it, but no one said anything. It was as if they all sympathized with you and tried to help you through it. “How have you been though?”

“Pretty good, though finals are kicking my ass. You?”

“Same as you I guess,” Does this count as lying if it’s only half of a truth? Biting your lip, you hesitate before asking your question, “Have you made any progress with Eul?”

“Ah…” Hansol sheepishly rubs the back of his neck and smiles, “Well, I confessed…”

“And…?” You grit your teeth together, knowing what was to come.

“We’re dating now!”

No amount of preparation could have braced you for his words as you feel your heart constrict. Your eyes sting, and a lump forms in your throat, pushing you closer and closer to sobbing. Sure, you had already learned from Mingyu that Hansol liked Eul, but having them become official was…it. You no longer had even the tiniest sliver of a chance with him anymore.

“Honestly, she’s the sweetest. She gets so shy and cute whenever I do something for her, and she’s patient with me whenever I screw up,” Hansol continues, not seeing your reaction, his eyes glittering as he motions excitedly with his hands, “We have a lot of similar interests and she’s just, like, the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” You stand up abruptly, chair hitting the wall behind you loudly, and your hands curl around the edge of the table. People begin to look your way, but you ignore them.

“Hey, are you okay? You’re shaking.” Hansol stands up as well to reach out to you, but you turn away from him.

“I’m…not feeling well. Too many all nighters I guess?” You ignore your cracking voice and force out a laugh, but all that comes out is a choking sound, “I’m going back to my dorm.” You take a step forward and nearly stumble, and you curse yourself in your head.

Hansol puts his arm around you to steady you with a concerned look, “I’ll walk you back. I wouldn’t want you passing out.”

“I’m fine. Just leave me alone, please.” You muster all of your strength to push him away, and with a smile, you walk away.

You’re wrapped up in a blanket, every part of you covered except your eyes. The only light that is on in your room is the light from the laptop as you watched movie after movie, with varying amounts of brightness as scene by scene flickered by. You would hate to admit it, but you had been in this state for the past couple of days after Hansol’s revelation. 

For the past few days, you didn’t set a foot outside your dorm room, and you hadn’t communicated with anyone. You would get up to eat, go to the bathroom, brush your teeth, and go to your bed and sleep, only to start the same routine the next day. Your phone was laying somewhere around the house, and on the first day it was ringing nonstop, but you didn’t bother to touch it. After a while, it silenced, though you didn’t know if it was from your phone dying or if the person who was calling stopped. Either way, you couldn’t be bothered with it, or anything else for that matter.

Your dorm has started looking more and more like a tornado had torn through it with each passing hour. Empty ramen bowls and water bottles littered the floor, and amidst all of it, you were sitting on the floor in front of your computer as you watched yet another film.

“It was almost as if it were a scene from a dream. Nothing more, nothing less than a beautiful view.”

The starry, beautifully drawn sky sparkled before your eyes, and just as a streak of light from a comet swept across the screen, a streak from a tear appeared on your face. 

“Jeez, Hansol, wasn’t this your idea? I’ve been waiting here for half an hour,” you grumble, voice jittery from the cold. Your hands were shoved into your pockets, and your scarf was pulled up above your nose to protect yourself from the frigid December air. 

“Sorry,” he smiles sheepishly, “I went to see if I could get my hands on some hot chocolate for us, but the nearest store was closed, so…I had to walk a little farther.” He hands you a hot cup, which you immediately reach for to warm up your hands, “Forgive me?”

“Fine, fine,” You mutter and drink the cocoa, delighting in its warmth, “So what’s up today? Why did you tell me to come out at 11pm at the park when it’s below freezing? It’s technically not even open right now.”

“I felt like doing some stargazing tonight,” Hansol explains between sips, “With you.”

You nearly choke, but you catch yourself in time. “A-alright, where are we going to watch it?”

“Follow me.”

After a five minute walk, Hansol stops and lays out the blanket he had been carrying under his arm. The spot is a little overhang, partially obscured by trees so that it was unlikely that people would have been able to discover it. Here, the sky seemed to stretch on for miles and miles, and you had a view of the city, lit by the lights of towers and buildings. You and Hansol sit down, side by side, in a comfortable silence as you enjoy the sight around you, with another blanket wrapped around you two.

He speaks first, “The boys and I were playing soccer one day when Hoshi kicked the ball to hard and it ended up here. We thought it was just a shady looking wooded area, so we played rock paper scissors to see who had to get it, and I lost. I ended up finding this place though. I didn’t tell them I found it because it felt like my little secret…but I felt like I had to share it.”

You didn’t even have a chance to say anything when he started talking again. “Again, sorry it’s so cold today. But isn’t the scenery beautiful?”

Looking at the alluring sapphire sky, without a cloud in the sky, twinkling with stars, moon shining brightly, you’re drawn in, getting pulled in the more you look at it. You tear your attention away from it and glance at Hansol, and then, you’re even more awestruck.

His eyes were shining, basked in the moonlit night, brighter than the stars, and full of fascination as he gazed forward. Quietly, you mutter, “Yeah, it really is.”

You two sit together for a while and finish your hot chocolates until he speaks up, “Do you see the constellations?”

“Uh, not really no. I’ve never really…stargazed before.”

“Well, right over there is Gemini, you see? The one that looks kinda like a U.”

You scan the sky, looking in the general direction Hansol’s pointing, but nothing really sticks out to you. “I don’t see it.”

“Hmm…” He’s suddenly right next to you, arm linked with yours and chin on your shoulder, “Over there,” he says, tilting your face towards where he was pointing to before.

His hands are still warm, you note, even though it’s cold. Your eyes look straight ahead, and you can barely make out the faint outline of a U-shaped constellation. “Oh, I can see it now!”

“Yeah, and right next to it, if you look closely, you can see Orion. See those three really bright stars next to each other? That’s his belt.”

You shift your sights slightly and you see that constellation as well. “It’s pretty,” you comment, but your mind starts to think about something other than stars. “But why did you ask me to come with you? Wonwoo would probably know more about stars and stuff than I would. Not that I’m not enjoying this or anything, but don’t you feel like you’re talking to a dud?”

“Of course not. I wanted to do this with you because this is special to me, and you’re also special to me. You’re my closest friend, you know.”

“Aw, so you like me better than Seungkwan?” You joke and nudge him with your elbow. 

He nudges you back, grinning from ear to ear, “Yeah, don’t tell him that. He’d be pissed.”

“He’d be like, ‘Woww, after all I’ve done for you, this is how you treat me? Unbelievable.’” You both burst into laughter after your impersonation of Seungkwan.

“Oh my God, if he heard you, we’d be dead meat.”

“We won’t die if you don’t tell him.”

“Fair point.” Hansol laughs, then leans his head against you again. “Honestly though, if I were to date any girl, it’d totally be you.”

You jolt and push him away immediately, “Where the hell did that come from?” You thank God that it was dark, otherwise Hansol would’ve been able to see how much your cheeks were flushed.

“Just a thought. But dude, we’d be unstoppable. We’d even be able to defeat Seungkwan and–wait, Y/N look! A shooting star!” You turn your head to the sky, and a dazzling white streak of light shoots by, leaving a thin trail in its stead.

“Don’t forget to make a wish,” Hansol says, closing his eyes, and you do the same, your own wish said in your mind:

I wish we could stay just like this. 

Can time stop for me, just this once, for this moment?

“Y/N? Open the door, I know you’re in here.”

The dull pounding of the door (and your head) wakes you up. Somehow, you’d fallen asleep while watching the movie, and you look at the time on your laptop. It’s late morning, but already, your stomach goes sick with dread.

Don’t open the door. You tell yourself, however, you somehow find yourself walking towards the door and opening it.

Hansol stands there, looking handsome as always, but his eyes are lined with dark circles. Your heart twists looking at him, but you stand your ground and shift your eyes away.

“Are you okay? You haven’t replied to my texts or picked up my calls…I’ve been so worried. I kept coming here to check on you but you wouldn’t open the door. You looked pretty sick last time I saw you.”

“I’m fine.” 

“You’re not. No one’s seen you for four days. I even asked your RA to check up on you, but she said you didn’t want to see anyone. What’s wrong?”

“Listen, nothing’s wrong. And even if there was something wrong, why do you care?” You spat, venom already welling up in your voice.

“Why do I care? You’re my best friend, Y/N, of course I would care.” He moves forward, as if he was going to brush the hair out of your face, but you step back. He sighs.

“You’ve been so distant from me lately. Whenever there was something wrong, I’d always come to you, and you’d always talk to me as well. I’ve known you for so long, I know that something’s wrong. Why…” His voice breaks, and you make eye contact with him, right away seeing frustration, hurt, and sadness. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you–”

“Yes you have! I didn’t say anything last time since I was happy you even came out, but…did I do something? Did I fuck up?”

You feel horrible instantly, “No, no it isn’t your fault…I just…” You take a huge breath and clench your hands into fists. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you.”

“Of course I want to know! Tell me, I promise I won’t judge. I’ll listen.”

“Okay I…” Your heart is pounding faster than a drum, and you feel sick to your stomach. Your breaths are shaky and uneven when they come out, and you look him in the eye again before you say it.

“Remember when you said that if you were to date any girl, it would be me?”

Hansol nods slowly, yes, he remembers. “What about it?”

“That doesn’t stand anymore, does it?” You state, already knowing the answer. His eyes hold onto yours, amber and golden, in confusion, not quite knowing where this was going. You don’t even wait for him to confirm it, and, trembling, you are finally able to utter the words that you regret not saying before.

“I like you.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you glue your eyes to the floor. Your eyes are already burning, and you’re telling yourself no, no, don’t cry. Not in front of him.

“What?” He’s stunned, eyes blown wide, and mouth agape. You see so many things flash through his face, shock, guilt, and maybe even sadness. “Y/N–”

“I’m sorry,” You’re shaking like a leaf now, unable to hold back your emotions, “but I don’t think I’ll be able to see you anymore.”

And with that, you shut the door and break down into sobs, wishing that things had turned out differently.

#seventeen scenarios #hansol #vernon #vernon scenarios #seventeen #Anonymous #requests #fanfic: hansol #I'M BACK GUYS sorta buT THIS....may or may not be more than one year overdue..... #i'll try to write more often i'm sorry #i feel like my writing is starting to sound more like im writing a school paper asdifjklasdf #also this is the longest oneshot ive written im :’)

[astoryworthoftelling]

Blood lines

Prompt: The reader is the daughter of the Joker. While his relationship with her father is not the best, Batman shows up and offers her a new job and this does not make Robin happy. 

Will she adapt to a new team? Will they trust her?

Fandom: Young Justice

Count word: 2, 081 (Yikes!) 

Y/n/n: Your nickname 

Y/n: Your name

GCPD: Gotham City Police Department 

A/N: So...I’ve been working this for a while, I intended to post it last week but I was not able to finish it until today. I hope you enjoy it. And yes, I intend to make a second part, why? Well.. I thought it was too large and also I will have more time to develop more the plot. Anyways... here it is, feel free to ask me anything and as always, I am open to reviews!

Pt.2

It was never easy being the daughter of one of the biggest Gotham criminals. He never talked about your mother and even if he did, he talked like she was the worst scum of the world, so you never heard anything nice about her, you did not remember her voice or even know if you even heard it once. Your family life was all messed up, mainly because you never felt that you had one and that you actually never had a good relationship with your father. The one time he showed affection towards you, was when he started teaching you in the “art of a con”, also how to create a deadly prank. Every time he had a “master plan” or something in his mind to create chaos, he disappeared for several weeks, leaving you all alone, with no one else but your cat. Eventually, it wasn’t that bad since you learned a lot by going out to Gotham’s dangerous and mischievous streets. The same streets that changed your life, you learned how to fight, defend yourself and how to grab a wallet without letting the person notice that it was already long gone. 

If there was something you really enjoyed was going out specially at night. Not because you could do whatever you wanted to, but because it was peaceful…in someway. Yeah, there were times that the fights between Batman and another fellow criminal made a chaotic noise, but it was peaceful, every time that you walked on the roofs, you wondered what kind of people lived in that house, the problems they were facing, if they were happy, sad or angry. Millions of questions flew around your mind, questions that you will never know the answer.

“I hope you are not planning something y/n/n” Said a deep voice behind you. Even though you couldn’t see him, you knew who was behind you.

“Nah, I am just admiring the view” You smiled and turn to see his face, rather his mask “Hi Batman”.

For some weird reason, you did not fear him as much as your friends did. He had caught you several times robbing something, but instead of taking you to GCPD, he always let you go with a warning, of course you never listen to him, but it was fun to see how long it would take until you ended up in prison.

“Admiring the view?, that is new” Said a teen voice behind Batman.

“Hello, Robin” You laughed “What? Can’t I enjoy my freedom?” 

“Well…I think we should have sent you to prison a while ago…” He snapped

“Robin…” Said Batman in a warning tone. Robin shuts his mouth and just looked at you pissed. “You know what, I am going to…”

“Look guys, I would love to stay here and chat, but that is not my thing so…I am gonna go” You said interrupting Robin. “So…see you next time?” You clapped your hands and start walking backwards.

“Y/n/n, wait” Said Batman in a serious tone “We need to talk”

“Ummm…look Bats, as I said before…talking is not my thing, and with you two…Nu-huh, I am leaving”

“I would like to offer you a job or more likely, a second chance” He said making direct contact with your eyes.

“A job?” You tried not to laugh “Yeah, not my thing either”

“I told you Batman, she wouldn’t be interested, we are waisting our time” Robin said and by the look of his face he did not agree with whatever Batman had on mind.

“Wow Robin, I think this will be the first time we agree on something” You giggled

“Y/N/N, perhaps you should listen what I have to offer and then you could accept or deny it. How does that sound?” He raised his chin, you rolled your eyes and nod.

“Fine, five minutes. Then I am off” You finally said, for some reason Batman was pleased with your answer, meanwhile Robin just looked at you in silence, and you wondered in what kind of mess you were getting into.

You walked through a weird, really shiny túnel, out of nowhere you heard a female voice announcing your arrival.

 "Robin B01" 

“Y/n/n B26” 

“Woah, you need someone to announce you?” You laughed “That is weird…” you said as you put your only luggage and your cat’s cage on the floor. 

Robin smiled the moment he saw the people in the room, they looked around your age, some of them were looking at you with curiosity and others with a some hostility. 

 “Ok” you said breaking the silence “So…is somebody going to present me? Or shall I introduce myself?“. 

"Right, guys.” Robin and looked at the team “This is y/n/n, she is going to join the team, and let’s see how that works”

“Ow, how nice Robin” You forced a smile “Hi everyone”

“Hi, I am M’gann Morzz” Said a green girl who step up and smile “Oh, but you can call me Megan or Miss Martian” She quickly said, which made you giggle.

“Hi Megan, I am y/n/n” You smiled warmly and shook her hand.

“I am Aqualad, but you can call me Kaldur’ahm” Said a male voice, he was kind of the same height as you and had a couple of gills in both sides of his neck. You shocked his hand “And this is the team…Kid Flash, Superboy, Artemis and Zatanna”

“So…you are going to be joining us…” Said the boy with red hair.

“Yeah, that’s the plan” You nod slowly.

“And, where is Batman, why isn’t he introducing you?” Said the blonde. “Are you going to stay permanently?” 

“Ummm…”  You said indecisively.

“He is on a mission” Simply said Robin “Now, Megan, would you show y/n/n the place, please” 

“Yeah, sure Robin” She smiled 

“Just one thing…Where is my room?” You looked at him and softly smile trying to be more kind with Robin.

“Right…next to Megan’s room” He finally said and walked out of the room

“So…” Said the boy with the giant “S” in his shirt, he had to be obviously Superboy.

“Lets begin the tour!” Said Meghan really excited “Who is going to join us?” 

“I’ve got things to do” Said Kid Flash and run away. 

“I am going to clean my gear” Said the girl with blond hair

“I will join you” Aqualad smiled and joined your little group tour

“Yeah, me too” Said superboy

“Ok! Let’s begin!” She started talking about why she was here on earth, her story, started talking about some adventures with the team.

“Oh, just a sec” You rapidly said, you looked at you silver tabby cat who surprisingly was still silent, probably trying not to draw a lot of attention “Hey girl” You opened the cage, pet her head “Sorry for the long trip, I know you don’t like that cage” 

“Meow” She said complaining, which made you giggle.

“Yeah, go and explore” And with that, she run away.

“Umm…” Said superboy “I am not sure if that was the best idea, we have a wolf and I don’t know if he is cat-friendly…”

“You have a wolf?” You said amused “Wow…you do  know that wolves are not pets, right?” You said joking “Don’t worry, she is quite smart, besides…we are from Gotham, if Batman doesn’t scares us, nothing can” You giggled and follow them through the cave or house, whatever that place was.

While you followed Megan, you start to think if you made the right choice. If it was wisely to leave gotham, your life, your friends…gosh…what would they think about you? That you betray them? Or that you are just fooling yourself by pretending to be a hero.

“Y/n/n? Are you ok?” Said Superboy breaking your own trance.

“Yeah…I…am just tired…” You shrugged

“Oh! Well then lets go to your room, rest and we will continue the tour another day” Megan said with a half smile.

After going through several corridors, you finally arrived to your room it was bigger than the one you had back in Gotham, with its own bathroom, a desk, a closet and a bed. You put your luggage in the bed and open it, you looked at your clothes and stared putting them in the closet.

“Meow” You heard behind you. And there she was, your cat smelling the room, looking around and finally walked towards you.

“Hey there” You smiled while grabbing her and sat on the bed “I know this is a really weird and completely different place than gotham…” You said while petting her, she purred and sat on your lap “And…I can tell that some of them are not happy with our presence, but Megan, Aqualad and Superboy are nice, you know?” You gave a long sigh leave your chest, it was hard, you missed gotham, but the thing that hurt you the most, it was their faces, the way they looked at you, you felt alone, with no friends, clearly no family, just you and your cat. The worts thing was, that this was your first day of many more.

“Guys, I need you at the mission room  now” Said Robin through the speakers

Everyone was already there, Artemis was arguing with Wally, again. Megan was talking to Conner and Aqualad discussing something with Robin and Zatanna. They all stared at you when you arrived.

“Finally” Said Artemis

“Sorry, I got lost” You shrugged your arms and put your hands on the pockets of your black sweater.

“Meow” Said your cat who sat next to you

"So..." you moved impatiently "Why are we here?" 

"The amount of robberies has increased quite a lot in the past month" suddenly said Robin "so it is not normal, we are going to investigate who is causing all this robberies and stop them" 

"Where are we going?" Asked Conner 

"Gotham, we are going to Gotham" said Robin in a deep and serious voice while looking at you. From this moment forward, you had nothing to say, everyone stared at you like you were the one responsible for the robberies.And for one moment, you wished you were.

You travelled in Megan’s ship, it was quite spacious, everyone had their own place to sit, while you sat on the corner listening to the strategies and plans.

“I think we should start by seeing some of the crime scenes” Said Aqualad

“I can run through the city and look for suspicious activity” Kid Flash added.

“I will go with Wally” Said artemis

They continued for a while until you finally arrived to Gotham. You never truly saw many stars thanks to the ambient light, but if there was something that compensate that was the city lights. Looking the streets, buildings made you feel relaxed and comfortable and that meant one thing, you were back home.

The ship landed on the roof of a building, everyone went out and you followed them in silence; as soon as you were out, the cold air hit your cheeks, you smiled, winter was just around the corner.

“Ok, so...I know you said that I had to go with Superboy and Miss Martian to see the other crime scenes, but I have a better idea..” You smiled softly.

“Ok, what’s your idea?” Kindly said Aqualad

“I know some people and maybe they know something about the robberies...”  You said while putting your beanie.

“No” Robin said “You are not going anywhere alone”

“Why? You don’t trust me?” You put your hands back again in the sweater. 

“No, I don’t” His voice was deep and sharp.

“Fine” You said sharply  “Then Megan...I mean Miss Martian, can go with me and read my mind all night so you can be sure I am not going to betray you or sell some info about you” You snorted.

“Ok, ok, everyone take a breath” Said Aqualad with a monotone voice “I think that is a good idea, Robin you know Y/n/n knows Gotham better than anyone besides you”

“Fine” He said, he walked next you you until he was next to your ear “If anything happens that endangers us or Miss Martian, I will send you to Batman and the cell that already has your name on it.” He ended and left the building.

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[newstanmarshblog]

The Average and Unusual Couple: Chapter Five

   In the days leading up to the weekend, Stan and Lydia got to know each other a little bit more. While Stan shares his love for board games and music, Lydia shares her love for bugs and horror movies. Stan got to meet Lydia’s mom since she’s the new school’s art teacher, and in during their first art class, Lydia got embarrassed by her mother for acknowledging that she was her daughter and sharing a memory past about Lydia’s bunny costume. And Lydia got to made some new friends too. Some of her new friends include Wendy, Bebe, Kyle, and Kenny. She’s also so far natural with Cartman even though she thinks he’s a much worser person than Claire Brewster ever was to her, and has been keeping her distance away from the goth kids.

   It was now Saturday morning. As she waits at Stark’s Pond for Stan to arrive, Lydia was talking to Beetlejuice. And while Beetlejuice is super happy to hangout with his best friend again for the first time since leaving Peaceful Pines, he’s not too fond on the idea of having another person joining them.

   Beetlejuice: So, Lyds, tell me again on what your new friend is like?

   Lydia: Stan is literally the most generous person that I ever met. He’s thoughtful, kind, honest, fun to talk with, and even adorable.

   Beetlejuice: Adorable?! *sticks his tongue out* He is like puppy adorable, or creepy adorable?

   Lydia: He has a poof ball hat, the same raven hair color as I do, and has blue eyes.

   Beetlejuice: Crap, sounds like a pretty boy to me. *talks to the reader* Prettiness, you know I hate it.

   Lydia: Come on, Beetlejuice. Just give him a chance. There might be something that you and him could have in common.

   Beetlejuice: He better has some puns.

   Lydia: I haven’t seen his sense of humor yet, but who knows.

   She receives a phone text from Stan that his mother had just dropped him off, and he’ll meet up with her in a few minutes.

   Lydia: Okay, Beetlejuice. You better change up.

   Beetlejuice: Say hello to…*changes himself into Cousin BJ*…Cousin BJ!

   Lydia: It has been a long time since you disguise yourself as my cousin.

   Beetlejuice: Wait until I tell him where I came from, then I’m sure he’ll get annoyed by it. *chuckles a bit*

   From a short distance away, Stan finally shows up.

   Stan: What’s up, Lydia!

   Lydia: Hi, Stan! How was your morning?

   Stan: Aside from my dad talking shit about his new weed store coming up, it was fine. *notices a new kid with the long bright blonde hair right beside Lydia* And who you might be?

   Cousin BJ: The name’s Cousin BJ, but please just call me BJ. I’m Lydia’s cousin.

   Stan: Did you just moved here too recently?

   Cousin BJ: Actually, I’m visiting over here from…*puts on a Raiders hat*…Raiders Country!

   Stan: *sigh* You’re from Vegas, huh? Well, just a friendly reminder that this is Broncos Country, and this town doesn’t treat any Raiders fan here so kindly.

   Cousin BJ: I also don’t treat any Broncos fan so kindly either…*lifts up the black and white stripe t-shirt to show off a chopped off Broncos logo on his chubby belly*…see?

   Stan annoyed: You fucking bastard.

   Cousin BJ: *laughs hysterically* Your team will always suck no matter which quarterback you guys have.

   Stan: Oh yeah, at least my team more recently won a super bowl unlike your team that struggled in their last super bowl appearance.

   Lydia: Oh come on, you guys. We’re here to have fun exploring this town today, not argue about any football rivalry.

   Cousin BJ: Yeah, you’re right, Lyds. Let’s put this whole rivalry thing behind us just as long we can all agree that the Raiders are the superior team.

   Lydia: Zip it, BJ!

   A zipper magically appears to shut Cousin BJ’s lips.

   Stan: What the hell? How did you do that?

   Cousin BJ: *unzip his mouth* Sorry, I’ve should mentioned earlier that I like to do magic tricks. Like for example, what’s that behind your ear?

   Cousin BJ grabs something behind Stan’s right ear, and it reveals to be a picture that saids “Broncos still suck”.

   Stan: Yeah, yeah. Can we now start our day instead and keep our football opinions to ourselves, please?

   Lydia: You better do what he says, BJ. Or else I’m gonna send you back where you came from.

   Cousin BJ: Okay, okay, fine. I have better tricks to pull off onto other people later on anyway.

   Stan: We’ll start off by making our way into main street. Then I’ll show you both our local restaurants and stores, and then we’ll head to our town’s shopping mall as our last destination. Let’s go.

   After leaving’s Stark Pond, Stan begins to give Lydia and Cousin BJ the grand tour of South Park. He first shows them the church that he and his family used to go too, then takes them to the town’s elementary, middle, and high schools. Followed by a quick look at the community center, and now they were by the police station.

   Stan: Here’s our local police station. We unfortunately here have some of the worst cops in all of Colorado because our current police force are often lazy and corrupt. And years ago before our current police force stepped in, we only had one single cop that kept the law in order despite on not being a smart person.

   Lydia: Wow! That’s pretty terrible.

   Stan: Just as long you guys follow the law and keep your distance away from them, you’ll be alright.

   As they leave to head to main street, Cousin BJ can’t help but on wanting to pull a dirty prank on those cops.

   Cousin BJ: Hmm, they almost sound like my kind of people. But still, better give them what they deserve.

   He uses his magic to place a huge box that’s fulled with donuts, and then has a magical hand knocking on the glass door. Sergeant Yates opens the door, and sees the box of donuts in front of him.

   Yates: Well, well. Looks like somebody out there is finally giving us the love that we truly deserve after all. I just hope this box isn’t from a latino donut shop.

   He picks up the box, opens it, and takes out one of the donuts for a quick bite. As he takes his bite, he suddenly gets electrocuted and spits out the donut bite he just had.

   Yates: The fuck kind of donut is this?!

   He tosses that donut away, and takes a bite from a different donut that has cockroaches in it. Yates feels their legs moving inside of his mouth, and immediately spits it out.

   Yates: Cockroaches?!

   He aggressively throws down the box of donuts onto the concrete sidewalk, and uses his gun to shoot at it serval times. As the donuts break into pieces, Yates notices that the donuts had other things in them such as bones, worms, black widows, and one donut even had urine in it.

   Yates angry: Some kind of a prank, huh? I may not know the crook that’s really responsible for this, and probably will never know, but I’m still gonna arrest somebody else for this and put the entire blame to that person instead!

   Meanwhile, Stan continues on touring Lydia and Cousin BJ throughout South Park. After showing off the mayor’s building, they were now at main street.

   Stan: So, welcome to main street. This is where you’ll find our post office and bank at, but this area also has a T-Mobile, a book store, a rhinoplasty building where my mom works at, and a photography business place call Photo Dojo.

   Lydia: Does Photo Dojo sale any photographic stuff there too, or is it just a business place in general?

   Stan: It’s mainly a business place where you get you picture taken by a professional photographer, but they also do sale some camera equipment there too since we don’t have any camera store in South Park. And before you ask Lydia, I’m gonna take a wild guess that you want to check that place out?

   Lydia smiling: Of course. I’m dying to see what the place is like.

   Stan smiling: Then follow me this way.

   Stan takes Lydia and Cousin BJ to the Photo Dojo. As they walk into the building, they see the booth area and creation station on the left side, a shopping area on the right side, and in front of them serval feet away was a door that its label saids “Photo Studio”.

   Employee: Hello, welcome to Photo Dojo. May I help you guys with something?

   Stan: These two people here with me are from out of town, and want to check this place out.

   Employee: Alrighty, then. If you need anything, I’ll be right here at the booth, minding my own business.

   Lydia: Thanks.

   As the gang browses the shopping area, Cousin BJ sees the many frame pictures that are hanging around the walls. One of the pictures that catches his attention was an image that has a giant douche bottle and a giant sandwich with a huge turd in it.

   Cousin BJ: Hey, pretty boy. Can you explain to me about that picture over there? *points to the picture that he was looking at*

   Stan: Ugh, that fucking picture. Back when I was still in the fourth grade, our school and this town were having an election style debate on picking either a Giant Douche or a Turd Sandwich as our new mascot following from receiving threats by PETA because our mascot is a cow. When the election was over, the Giant Douche won the majority vote. But then shortly afterwards, we heard news that all the PETA members were massacred by a rapping gangster group led by Puff Daddy, and we all just instead went back into being the South Park Cows.

   Cousin BJ: Sounds like a huge waste of time.

   Stan: It totally was, BJ. I for one am very glad that we’re still the Cows to this very day because that debate was the most stupidest thing in the history of this town, and I can’t imagine on what South Park would’ve looked like on having either a Giant Douche or a Turd Sandwich as our mascot.

   As Stan leaves to check on Lydia, Cousin BJ looks at the picture one more time.

   Cousin BJ: Hmmm, yep. Mayor Maynot is the Giant Douche, and I’m the Turd Sandwich.

   Lydia meanwhile was checking out all the camera equipment that are available to purchase. Even though they were all very pricey for her to buy, she was at least very happy to see all the different types of cameras up close in person instead of seeing images of them on the internet. But there was one kind of camera that got her really excited as she sees it.

   Lydia excited: Deadly Vu! I can’t believe that they actually have this here!

   Stan: See something that you like?

   Lydia happy: The Fujifilm X-T4! It’s said to be one of the most advanced cameras in the market right now. This beauty has superb image quality, a IBIS for video, can be very durable in nearly any weather condition, and looks super sexy in black. If not for it’s $1,600 price tag, I would try to get this spectacular camera in a heartbeat.

   Stan: Have you talked with your parents about on wanting to own this camera?

   Lydia: Not yet. I’ve learned about the Fujifilm X-T4 last month, but our financial budget was mainly focus on moving over to this town during the summer. And even if I were to ask them about the camera right now, they’ll surely say no. Hopefully time will pass enough for the camera to become cheeper, and then I’ll talk to my parents on buying it.

   Stan: What kind of camera do you currently use?

   Lydia: I use a Canon EOS camera that I got serval years ago during my eleventh birthday. It has been now over 3 years now since I received it, and while it still works good, I gotta start thinking about in getting a new camera sometime next year. Especially since I’ve so far have taken over 70,000 pictures with it.

   Stan: Holy shit, dude! Even I don’t take that many pictures with my cell phone. When was the last time that you used your camera?

   Lydia: Last week. I took some pictures of the Rocky Mountain as we made it to our new home, and in during our long road trip, we made one special pit stop at the Field Museum in Chicago where I’ve taken over two hundred pictures there.

   Stan getting excited: The Field Museum? So, that means you came across Sue the T. rex over there, right?

   Lydia happy: Yep. I got to see Sue in all of her glory. But I wasn’t just there to see Sue, I also really wanted to see all of their amazing fossil collection over there too.

   Stan: You’re into paleontology, dinosaurs, and other prehistoric stuff as well?

   Lydia: That’s right. My love for dinosaurs was the biggest thing in my childhood before entering the first grade.

   Stan super happy: Oh my god! I love dinosaurs so fucking much! They were the biggest thing in my childhood too! Even more so than sports and Disney put together. And I still love studying about prehistoric life to these very day.

   Lydia happy: Me too! Every time I read any article about paleontology, my inner kid self comes out of me and I’ll always get excited on learning about them.

   Stan: None of my friends here don’t have the same love for prehistoric stuff as I do, and now you’re very first person that I know that has the same passion for it like I have within me. I can go on and on, but I’m just overall so happy to have a friend that share the same love for prehistoric stuff like myself. *smiles*

   Lydia smiling: Same. None of my friends or anyone else from Peaceful Pines doesn’t really care about paleontology as I do. They all think that it’s just childish stuff, and find it to be very boring too.

   Stan: That’s how my friends view it as well. They just want to change the subject whenever I talk to them about dinosaurs and other prehistoric stuff. If there’s ever a science project in our class, we should definitely team up on researching in the history of South Park during prehistoric times, and hopefully it’ll get them excited enough to know what extinct animal used to roamed here long time ago.

   Lydia puts her right hand onto Stan’s right shoulder.

   Lydia smiling: I’m all game for that, Stan.

   They both smilie at each other for a very long moment, and then Cousin BJ shows up.

   Cousin BJ: Hey, Dino nerds! I hate to ruin your moment and all, but I’m ready to eat.

   Stan: Oh, okay. Is there anything you to buy here before we head to lunch, Lydia?

   Lydia: I’ll just buy a memory card for my camera.

   After making her purchase from the Photo Dojo, Lydia, along with Stan, and Cousin BJ head over to Freeman’s Tacos to have their lunch. Stan and Lydia had some tacos while Cousin BJ had a huge burrito and secretly put some leeches in it. Following from their lunch break, Stan shows off Lydia and Cousin BJ the rest of South Park. He shows them the town’s local movie theater, the outdoor basketball court where he usually hangs with his friends at, Tweek’s coffee shop, and they finally made it to South Park’s shopping mall. At the mall, they visited a lot of stores such as Hot Topic, Old Navy, a board game shop, and even a fossil shop where Stan got himself a Spinosaurus tooth. And just before they were about to leave, they unexpectedly came across Butters.

   Butters: Hi Stan, hi Lydia. Nice to see you two being together in this great weekend.

   Cousin BJ: Who’s the Eric Stough look alike?

   Butters: Excuse me?

   Stan: This is Lydia’s cousin, BJ. BJ, this is Butters.

   Cousin BJ: Butters?! *laughs* What kind of a silly name is that?

   Butters: It’s a middle name that my mom gave to me because she loves that name. My full name is Leopold Butters Stotch. Out of those three names, I preferred on being called Butters, and only Butters.

   Cousin BJ: Whatever you say…*air quote hand sign*…Butters. *talks to the reader* It’s a silly name, but you know what, I love fucking it.

   Lydia: What are you doing over here, Butters?

   Butters: My parents are super pissed off at me for accidentally making a big mess at the kitchen as I was trying to make pancakes for them. I got tripped by my untied shoes that I didn’t even know about while I was carrying the mix in a big bowl which then resulted for the accident to happen. After getting yelled at by my parents, I needed to get away from them for the rest of the day, and here I am.

   Lydia: Damn, that’s pretty awful. I’ve never heard of any parent getting upset at their child for anything like that. Are you feeling any better right now?

   Butters: Yeah, I feel a bit happier now. I hung out with Jimmy earlier today, and his jokes helped me a lot.

   Cousin BJ: So this town does have its own comedian here, huh? I would like to meet him someday.

   Stan: I think you’ll like him, BJ. His jokes are kinda similar to your sense of humor.

   Cousin BJ: I just hope his jokes aren’t like that from a certain pirate that I unfortunately know too well.

   Butters: Well, it’s getting late. I gotta get home before my parents will get even more piss off with me for being home late.

   Stan: Butters, may I give you a quick advice?

   Butters: Sure, what is it?

   Stan: Whenever your parents’ abuse goes too far, you need to stand up to them. Tell them that you won’t take any more abuses from them any longer and that you wish to be treated from them more fairly. And if they don’t stop, call in child protective service.

   Butters smiling: Thanks, Stan. I’m so very happy to have you as a friend.

   Lydia: I hope things will be alright with you, Butters. Be brave, don’t tolerate anymore of your parents’ abuse bullshit, and I’m very sure that there’ll be a light tunnel waiting for you to get away from this madness.

   Butters smiling: Thank you, Lydia. That means a lot to me. And you know, I really do believe that you two will become more than friends someday. You’re both perfect for each other.

   Both Stan and Lydia blushed while Cousin BJ gets a bit jealous on what Butters had just said.

   Butters: Anyway, it was great seeing you guys. And it was nice to meet you too, BJ. Have a good night!

   Stan: You too.

   As Butters leaves the mall, Lydia wanted to have a private talk with Beetlejuice before she and Stan head over to her house.

   Lydia: I gotta use the restroom before we head out, Stan.

   Cousin BJ: Yeah, me too.

   Stan: Okay. I’ll be waiting at the bench until you guys get back.

   Stan takes his seat at the bench while Lydia and Cousin BJ walk over to the restroom area. After taking his seat, Stan feels a warmth heartbeat within him.

   Stan: I can’t believe that this is happening so quick. I’ve never had this kind of feeling ever since my relationship with Wendy. Regardless if Butters is right about me and Lydia or not, I need to keep things cool for the time being.

   At the restroom area, Lydia and Cousin BJ were completely alone. Lydia also double checked to see if there was any security camera around, and thankful there wasn’t any of them.

   Lydia: Okay, Beetlejuice. It’s all clear.

   Beetlejuice changes back to his normal self.

   Beetlejuice: Babes, don’t tell me that you’re actually falling in love with that pretty boy?

   Lydia: I…I…I honestly don’t know yet. But one thing that I won’t hold back on is that I’m having strong feelings for Stan already. There’s something very special about him that spilts him apart from all the other crushes that I ever had.

   Beetlejuice: It’s just as I feared, you are feeling in love with him! This is all happening just as quickly as me being washed up! *magically gets washed up on a beach with his face on the sand*

   Lydia: Beetlejuice, I get it. You’re afraid that I’m not gonna able to spend time with you as much as we did back then.

  Beetlejuice: What the hell are you talking about? I’ll be fine on my own, no sweat! *starting to sweat and tearing up a bit* Okay, fine! I am jealous! Not only am I jealous of on seeing you spending a lot of time with someone else, but I’m afraid that you’ll soon forget about me. I can go on easily without relying on most of my own friends and family, but there’s only one person that I just can’t continue on with, and that person is you. I can’t afford to lose you for at any cost, Lydia. I just can’t!

   Lydia hasn’t seen Beetlejuice with such honesty in a long time. While her ghostly best friend has always been honest with her, it’s not too often that he speaks the honesty from his heart, and he keeps that personal feeling to himself all the time. She puts her arm around Beetlejuice to comfort him.

   Lydia: Beetlejuice, just because I’m starting a new special relationship with Stan and spending a lot of time with him doesn’t mean that I’m leaving you forever. There’s a very personal place in my heart that you’re a part of, and that is something that’ll never ever go away no matter what. The day when we first met each other, there was a really good reason onto why I started to like you. It wasn’t just because of your sense of humor, but you also gave me a really special gift within me.

   Beetlejuice: What kind of a gift?

   Lydia: Self-confidence on being myself. Before I met you, I was never too confident onto showing my true self to a lot of people because a lot of those people don’t love the kind of stuff that I do, and they’ll think of me as some kind of a freak if I ever told them about my life. During that time, I was afraid on even trying to make a friend because of it. But then everything change for me when we first met. It’s because of the way on how you loved me for being who I am, it finally gave me the self-confidence that I desperately needed to move on with my life. And that very gift you gave me is the very main reason onto why you’ll forever be in my heart for the rest of time. No matter on who I end up being with in my adult life, I’ll always love you on not just as the greatest friend that I’ll ever have, but also as a special member of my family that’ll just be between the two us forever and ever.

   Beetlejuice tears himself a bit with great joy.

   Beetlejuice smiling: Babes, you really know how to give the ghost with the most a big smile better than anyone else. *clams himself down* Although don’t say anything about this to anyone else as I need to keep my reputation fully secure. *burps himself pretty loud*

   Lydia: *laughs* Okay, okay. I’ll keep quiet about everything that was said here for the time being.

   Beetlejuice: Thanks, Lyds. It’s the right thing to do. And you know what, I’m starting to think that Stan isn’t as much a pain in the ass kind of a guy as I thought he’ll be to me. He kinda reminds me of you a bit.

   Lydia: I’m so happy to hear that you’re starting to like him, BJ. We should plan on doing something fun with him again.

   Beetlejuice: Or better yet, give him a trip to the Netherworld.

   Lydia: Let’s not rush onto that idea for now. I want to get to know him much more first before I ever make a decision like that.

   Beetlejuice: Whatever you say, Lyds. But anyway, I’ll leave you two alone for the rest of the night together. And I hope you won’t mind that I can give a quick check on you before heading to bed.

   Lydia: Sure thing, Beetlejuice. I’ll give you the call whenever I can later tonight.

   Beetlejuice: Take it easy, and don’t go too explicit if you know what I mean. See ya! *disappears*

   Lydia: *chuckles* Oh Beetlejuice, you and your dirty jokes.

   Lydia walks her way back to the bench where Stan was still waiting.

   Stan: Where’s Cousin BJ?

   Lydia: He had to leave right away because his parents needed him back at the motel in time for dinner.

   Stan: Oh. He was a pretty interesting guy. Just as long as he doesn’t talk shit about our football rivalry again, he’s not such a bad person to be around with.

   Lydia: Yeah, he may not be perfect, but BJ still has a great heart inside of him. So, are you ready for our sleepover tonight?

   Stan: I’ve been dying to return back to my old house for a long time now. So yes, I am ready.

   Lydia: Let’s get going then, shall we?

   As he and Lydia leave the mall, Stan’s heart begin to beat with both excitement and nervousness in returning to the very place that he sees as his true home.

   In the next chapter, Stan and Lydia have dinner and a sleepover together.