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Title: Misunderstandings

Part 2 of my “Cray-Cray for Cater” series! Part 1 here.

Pairings: Cater Diamond x Twisted Wonderland Male OC (Mirai Yuhara)

Summary:

Ace, Deuce, and Grim begin suspect something is going with their beloved Prefect and take matters into their own hands, but since when does that ever work out for this trio of freshmen?

cw: Light angst, topics homophobia are implied but don’t actually happen, bullying is implied, but not graphic.

a/n: Just throwing this out there, in no way shape or form do I support bullying or homophobia, they are just topics that come up in my work.

Reblogs are appreciated, just use my custom tag, #TheMaladaptiveWriter12, if you do! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Cross posted from my Ao3: TheMaladaptiveWriter12

Ever since Cater and Mirai started going out, Cater had been walking the Ramshackle Prefect to and from classes. Cater walks Mirai from class to lunch, and after lunch, he walks the Perfect to his next class, and when the day is done, Cater meets Mirai on Main Street, where he will either walk Mirai to Mr. S's Mystery Shop, the Alchemy lab, or back to his dorm. And something Mirai loved was whenever no one else was around, Cater would hold Mirai’s hand, swinging their interlocked hands happily as they walked, Cater sneaking kisses here and there whenever he could. They actually haven’t told anyone of their budding relationship, it felt too new to label, and Mirai was too afraid to know what his friends would think of him seeing one of their upperclassmen.

“You getting bullied or somethin’?” Ace asked one day as they got ready for flight class.

“Bullied?” Mirai asked, taking off his button down shirt, tossing it into his gym locker with his blazer.

Mirai didn’t feel as repulsed about undressing before or after gym class as he used to, and part of that was because Ace and Deuce would glare at and or threaten anyone who looked too long, or looked like they had something to say about it.

“Yeah,” Deuce chimed in, standing in nothing but black cotton boxers, “like you’ve been a little antsy lately.”

“Really now?” Mirai asked dryly.

“Yes really.”

“Even if I was getting bullied, I could handle it myself!”

“What’s a magicless human doing trying to fight someone with magic?” Grim laughed.

Mirai huffed.

“Seriously dude,” Ace sighed, giving Grim a glare, “we’re just worried about you.”

“Sorry,” Mirai apologized.

“You good?” Deuce asked.

“Yeah.”

Mirai busied himself with taking off his shoes, to take off the remaining of his uniform to change.

“Hey Deuce,” Ace called.

“Wha-Ah,” Deuce screamed.

Ace roared with laughter as he twisted his towel up and whipped Deuce’s naked back with it again.

“Ow! Ace stop! That hurts!”

“Stop me then,” Ace taunted, running around to the other side of the bench.

Deuce cracked his knuckles and grabbed a towel of his own, wringing it up.

“Here we go again,” Mirai sighed, amused.

Ace and Deuce ran around the bench, whipping each other with their towels. Mirai snickered as Ace shrieked when Deuce got him good in the middle of his back.

“I knew I heard the voices of my cute little freshies.”

Mirai looked over and flushed. Cater was in nothing but his P.E. uniform pants, shirt in his hand. Cater caught Mirai’s eye and flushed red at the Prefect’s state of undress. Turning his head, Cater threw on his shirt, and Mirai scrambled to cover himself as well, grabbing his shirt, pulling it over his head frantically.

“Oh, hey Cater,” Ace said, stopping his assault on poor Deuce.

“Hey Cater,” Deuce greeted, “Whatcha doing here?”

“Coach is giving us extra credit if we help with a joint session, so why not sign up to teach my adorable little freshies a thing or two?” Cater said with a wink.

“You mean you signed up to bring yourself to a passing grade so Riddle doesn’t have your head for nearly failing again,” Ace corrected.

“That too.”

“Ima head out,” Mirai said hurriedly, grabbing Grim, rushing out of the locker room.

“Why’s he running?” Ace asked, looking around the room.

“You think his bully showed up?” Deuce whispered worriedly.

Ace and Deuce looked around the crowded locker room.

“He could be anyone here,” Ace sighed.

“Wh-”

The bell rang overhead, signaling the start of gym class.

“Shoot,” Ace and Deuce hissed, grabbing their clothes, rushing to put on their uniforms.

The next time Ace and Deuce bought up the subject was after their potion’s class. The four freshmen students were cleaning their stations, putting away their extra ingredients, washing and hanging their beakers up.

“You’ve been distant lately,” Deuce commented, washing his beaker.

“Have I?” Mirai asked genuinely.

“Yes,” Ace cut in, “Seriously dude, what’s eating at you?”

“It’s nothing really,” Mirai defended genuinely, “seriously, nothing is going on.”

Ace grumbled, dropping the conversation.

Ace began to dwindle his cleaning, watching Mirai as he hurriedly cleared his things.

“See you guys later,” Mirai called, “Grim no shrinking on your cleaning duties, you have three days left. Do them right.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Grim gruffed.

Ace looked around the room, looking for anyone potentially harmful or threatening.

“See anyone?” Deuce asked, scanning the room.

“No.”

“Who could it be?”

The pair stood in the middle of the lab, watching as students cleaned and packed their things.

Deuce gasped, “Maybe they aren't in our class!”

Ace nodded in agreement, “Maybe they are showing up after class.”

“That’s it,” the pair yelled.

“Ace! Deuce,” Professor Crewel yelled, “Either get cleaning or have another day added to your punishment!”

Ace and Deuce scrambled to get their things to start cleaning.

Wednesday, Ace and Deuce tailed Mirai all day. They got up early, much to Riddle’s surprise, and made their way to the Ramshackle Dorm. Just as Mirai was locking up, Ace and Deuce strode up the Prefect, startling him.

“A-Ace? Deuce? What are you two doing here?” Mirai asked.

“What? We can’t walk to class with our favorite Prefect?” Ace asked sarcastically.

“I-I didn’t say that, but it’s just weird to see you two up so early.”

“What can I say,” Ace bragged, “I’m a changed man.”

Mirai laughed, “Alright, let's go.”

The day went on as normally as it would, but it wasn’t until lunch Mirai started acting weirdly. Just like the day before, Mirai was getting his things packed fairly quickly. But Ace and Deuce were ready.

Their plan was for Ace of them to stay a little after, and the other, Deuce, was to leave before the Ramshackle prefect, and scout the area for his potential bully.

So Deuce rushed his things, closing his notebook, and pocketing his pen.

“Hey, Ima head out first,” Deuce said, “I wanted to ask Jack about something.”

“See ya at lunch dude,” Ace called.

Mirai waved, packing his things.

Once in the hallway, Deuce scanned the area. There were no big strong dudes waiting around on the back walls, no one hiding around the corner, just students changing classes.

“Where is he?” Deuce grumbled.

“Where who?”

Deuce jumped and turned around. It was Cater. He was leaning against the wall next to the vending machines, typing away on his phone.

“N-No one,” Deuce stuttered.

“Someone’s being sneaky,” Cater sang teasingly, leaning towards Deuce, sly smirk on his face. “What are you up to?”

“No, No I’m not! I-I’m just waiting for Ace and Mirai.”

Cater cocked his head to the side in question, but dropped the matter, going back to his phone.

Deuce pulled out his own phone, frantically texting Ace.

Not a moment later, Ace and Mirai exited the classroom, Grim sitting on Mirai’s head as they walked.

When Deuce looked back, Cater was gone.

They tried again after lunch. They sat at their usual table, Trey and Cater on one side of the table, and Jack, Mirai, Ace, Deuce and Grim on the other. Just five minutes before the bell, Deuce started packing his things, standing to throw his things away.

“Leaving so soon?” Trey asked curiously.

“Y-Yeah, I wanted to uh, talk to Professor Trein before class,” Deuce answered.

“Teacher's pet,” Ace teased, trying to keep the conversation as normal as possible.

“Leave him alone,” Mirai chided, “If he wants to work hard, then let him. You could definitely take a page from his book.”

“Hey,” Ace shouted, “My grades are fine!”

Once Deuce left, Ace stalled, playing a game on his phone.

“Ima leave too,” Trey said, “I have to find Riddle. See you guys later.”

“Bye Trey,” Mirai waved.

“Later dude,” Ace waved.

Now that the table’s members were dwindling, it was getting quieter and quieter.

The bell rang overhead, signaling that lunch was over.

Everyone got up, gathering their things, except Ace who continued to scroll away on his phone.

“You coming?” Cater asked.

“Yeah in a minute,” Ace waved off, “I’m looking up somethin’.”

“Just don’t be late. You know Riddle will find out.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

When Mirai left, he left Grim, who was messing with Jack. Ace realized this and his veins ran cold. Ace shot up and raced after Mirai, and when he got down the hall, nothing.

Panic began to rise in Ace’s chest, as he searched the halls for the Prefect. He ran down the halls, pushing and shoving students in his path.

“This is bad, this is bad,” Ace huffed as he ran.

Ace needed to get Deuce.

Ace ran to Professor Trein’s classroom, shoving the door open to find Deuce.

“Were you that scared of being late?”

Ace looked up at their usual seat and there Mirai was, sitting next to Deuce. When he looked at Deuce, he shook his head.

“Ace?” Mirai called.

“Uh, uh, yeah.” Ace stammered, taking his seat.

Not long after Grim scurried in and took his seat, and then the bell rang, starting class.

Ace and Deuce met after class to discuss how to find Mirai’s bully.

“Maybe, Maybe he knows we’re looking for him,” Deuce suggested.

“Maybe. But that means we definitely need to look out for this guy,” Ace said determinedly, “We need to make sure he doesn’t get a leg up in this.”

Deuce nodded. “Okay let’s enter phase two.”

Phase two entailed that Ace and Deuce would follow Mirai to every class, and even back to his dorm. They had been doing it for a couple of days, they even got Grim and Jack in on their plan.

This time it was Jack’s turn to follow the Ramshackle Prefect.

Ace and Deuce pointedly left first, then Trey and Cater, their reason being the Queen of Hearts Rule No. 271, and that left Jack, Mirai, and Grim. And once again, Mirai was acting funny. The prefect was looking around the room a little too much, as if he was a little anxious. The first bell was going to ring in about five minutes.

“You can head out without me Grim, I gotta use the bathroom.” Mirai said getting up from the lunch table.

“Whatever, human,” Grim said, purposely talking his time with the cookie he was eating.

Mirai gave a small wave to Jack, and Jack waved back just as the Prefect left the lunch room.

The pair waited a couple of seconds to make sure.

“Okay, let’s go,” Jack said, picking up Grim.

They left the same way the Magicless Prefect did, but when they entered the long hallway, he was nowhere to be seen.

Jack growled, “I gotta text the others.”

It wasn’t long before Ace and Deuce came running out into the hall.

“Was he in the classroom?” Jack asked.

“No, he never came in,” Deuce said.

“Shoot,” Ace hissed.

“Okay, new plan, find Mirai,” Deuce said.

“How are we gonna find him before class starts?” Grim asked.

“What we really need to worry about is the bell that ends lunch,” Jack said. “We won’t be able to find him when hundreds of students are switching classes.”

“That makes sense,” Ace sighed. “But he could be anywhere at this point.”

“Maybe I can sniff him out?” Jack thought aloud.

“You can do that?” Ace asked.

“Yeah,” Jack nodded. “My sense of smell is quite strong.”

“Well what does he smell like?” Grim asked.

“For starters, he doesn’t smell like magic, and yes that has a smell,” Jack explained, “But he always smells like lavender.”

“He always sprays this lavender stuff on his pillow before bed. It makes my nose itch,” Grim grumbled.

“Okay, can you smell lavender now?” Ace asked.

Jack began sniffing the air. He moved to the left hallway sniffing, then the right.

“I smell it,” Jack shouted. “But just fairly. Let’s go!”

“Let’s just hope it’s him,” Ace sighed, following the other two.

They followed Jack down the hall, he stopped a couple of times, but soon they were led to a stairwell. Jack put his hand out, stopping the group.

“Here?” Deuce whispered.

“I’m sure. It’s strong here.” Jack said sniffing. “Wait. I smell someone else.”

The four students creeped up the stairs, trying to find the Prefect. And as they got closer, they could hear mumbling.

“C-Cater,” Mirai stuttered.

“Cater?” Deuce mouthed at the other three, but they all looked as surprised as he did.

“You hiding from me?” Cater chuckled quietly.

The four whipped their heads around, thinking they were caught, but they found Cater closing in on the Prefect, then with a bang, Cater was slamming his hand next to Mirai’s head.

Ace and Deuce had to hold Jack back, as he almost blew their cover.

“Look at me,” Cater said, grabbing Mirai’s chin.

“St-Stop it,” Mirai whimpered, “So-”

The bell rang, singling lunch was over, and the four jumped up from their hiding spot and ran out the stairwell. The four had found their culprit, and now it was time to put a stop to it all.

After classes were over, the four bought up the topic once more, and of course Mirai wasn’t fond of that at all.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys that I’m not being bullied,” Mirai reasoned, getting a little annoyed.

“You’ve been hiding something from us,” Ace shot back.

“I don’t have to tell you guys everything!”

“No you don’t,” Deuce cut in, “But when your attitude changed, that's when things changed.”

“It’s nothing,” Mirai groaned, running a hand across his face.

“If it was nothing, then you’d tell us,” Ace said.

Mirai was silent.

“Are you being threatened to keep quiet?” Jack asked, “Are you scared?”

“I don’t know what you guys are even talking about,” Mirai reasoned.

“Then what is it, Mirai?” Ace asked exasperated, “What is it that you can’t tell us why you get so flustered, rushing out of class? That you leave earlier and later than usual? What aren’t you at least taking Grim with you?”

Mirai looked taken aback.

“I-I, it’s not-,”

“Fine don’t tell me,” Ace huffed, walking off, “Last time I worry about you.”

“Ace!” Deuce and Jack yelled.

Mirai looked down, hurt by Ace’s words.

Ace stomped out of the classroom, fists balled up with rage. Why couldn't Mirai just trust them? Why couldn’t he just tell them? Ace’s thoughts were jumbled, as he grumbled angrily. Not looking where he was going, seething in rage, Ace ran into someone, falling backwards onto the floor.

“Watch where you’re going,” Ace shouted angrily.

“Whoa! What’s got little Acey in a twist?”

Ace was surprised, finding out Cater was the one he had run into.

“S-Sorry,” Ace apologized, standing, “What are you doing out Cater? Don’t you have alchemy last?”

“Just going for a walk,” Cater answered nonchalantly.

“Oh, well, see ya.”

After a while, Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Grim all met up in the courtyard.

“We gotta go confront him,” Deuce said, cracking his knuckles. “I’m not going to let him get away with this! Even if he is our upperclassmen.”

Ace, Jack, and Grim nodded.

“Yeah, he’s done this for far too long,” Ace growled.

Ace led them to the Heartslabyul Dorm, and luckily when they entered, Cater was sitting in the lounge, chatting with Trey and Riddle.

“Oi Cater,” Ace yelled, drawing everyone's attention to him, “You got something you wanna tell us, before I spill it here and now?”

The lounge went silent, everyone’s attention on Ace and Cater.

“What’s going on?” Riddle demanded, surprise crossing Riddle’s face as he saw Deuce, Jack, and Grim enter the lounge as well.

“I’m sorry Riddle, but I got a problem with Cater, and I’m settling it now!”

“What problem exactly are we talking about?” Cater asked, eyes narrowing.

“You already know why we are here, so you better just confess now,” Deuce spat.

“What are they talking about Cater?” Riddle asked, getting angrier by the second.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cater shouted.

“Why are you bullying Mirai?!” Deuce yelled, hurt and angry, “I thought you were friends!”

The room went silent.

“You did what?!” Riddle screamed.

“Now, now Riddle,” Trey soothed, “Calm do-”

“I’m not bullying Mirai,” Cater yelled, standing up, “Why would I be?!”

“Don’t play dumb,” Ace yelled.

“When di-”

“We saw you! We saw you slam him against the wall,” Jack yelled.

Cater looked stunned, a little guilty even. Trey was just as surprised as Riddle, who stood there wide eyed, mouth agape.

“Everyday Mirai races out of the room, scared,” Ace accused. “And only ever since we started protecting Mirai, we’ve found you outside the classroom each time!”

“That doesn’t mean I’m bullying him,” Cater yelled.

“Enough of this,” Riddle scolded.

“I gotta second that,” Jack chimed in. “You’re the only person who’s ever on scene every time Mirai acts like this.”

“That means nothing,” Cater yelled, “Do you know how many people walk the same halls everyday?!”

“So how do you explain being in the hallway, next to Professor Treins classroom, when you have Alchemy across campus?” Grim accused.

Cater was silent.

“Looking kinda guilty there Cater,” Ace sneered.

“But I’m not,” Cater growled.

“So if I called Mirai here, and exposed you then and there, would you then confess?”

“No, because I’m not guilty of anything!”

“Off with your head,” Riddle roared, collaring the five arguing students.

All five of them gasped, hands flying to the collar around their necks.

“Trey! Call the Perfect over,” Riddle commanded. “I will not tolerate this any longer! Everyone else, out!”

“Yes, Housewarden Riddle,” Trey said, leaving to make the call.

The rest of the Heartslabyul students scurried out of the lounge, not wanting to incur anymore Riddle’s wrath.

“I expected more from you all, especially you Cater,” Riddle scolded.

“I’m telling you,” Cater whined, “I’m not guilty of anything.”

“Hush! The sentence comes first, verdict afterwards.” Riddle chided, “And you're lucky I’m willing to sort this out after the commotion you five have caused.”

“I’m sorry, Housewarden Riddle,” Jack said, hanging his head, ears falling flat on his head.

“Since you don’t usually cause trouble, I’ll let you off without telling your Housewarden.”

“Thank you, Housewarden Riddle.”

Riddled huffed, walking over to his chair and sitting in it.

It wasn’t long before the Ramshackle Prefect was running through the archway of the lounge.

“What did you do?” Mirai seethed, pointing at a Grim.

“I ain’t do nothin’,” Grim spat back.

“Sorry,” Trey apologized, “But I had a feeling you wouldn't have come if I told you the real reason why.”

“And that is?” Mirai asked.

“Your bully is Cater isn’t it?” Ace yelled.

“What?”

“It’s been Cater hasn’t it! He’s been picking on you! We found him hiding after our classes!”

“That’s, that’s not-”

“See! He’s scared,” Deuce pointed out.

“Mirai?” Riddle asked firmly, “Are you being bullied by Cater?”

“I, n-no,” Mirai stuttered.

“Mirai.”

“This is all Ace’s fault,” Mirai shouted.

“Mirai,” Cater called.

“My fault?! My fault?!” Ace screamed, standing to get in Mirai's face. “All I’ve done for the past week is worry about you!”

“I told you I was fine!”

“No, you’re not! Or you wouldn’t be acting like this!”

“That’s not the reason!”

“Then why?” Ace muttered, “Why can’t you tell me? Why can’t you trust me? We’re friends aren't we?”

“Be-Because I didn't want you guys to know,” Mirai cried.

“Know what?” Deuce asked, “What could be worse than what’s happening now?”

Mirai bit his lip looking at Cater.

“Don’t look at him,” Ace chided, turning Mirai’s face to look at him instead. “What could be worse?!”

Mirai looked down.

“Mirai!”

“We’re dating okay?!” Cater yelled.

The room went silent.

“What?” Ace asked, letting go of Mirai.

“We’re dating. And we didn’t want anyone to know, because we weren’t sure how to bring it up, or how you guys would take it, but I guess we know now.”

“Cater,” Riddle gasped.

“I-I-I thought, I thought you,” Deuce stammered, “Then why-”

“I was walking him to class,” Cater mumbled, blushing.

There was a long silence, realization washing over everyone. It was tense and no one could look anyone in the eye.

Ace groaned loudly with a sigh, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Because I was ready to lose my friends,” Mirai mumbled.

“Mirai,” Riddle sighed.

“Why wouldn’t we be friends, Dude?” Ace asked.

Mirai just smiled bitterly, “Experience.”

“Mirai,” Cater sighed sadly.

Mirai remembers the reactions from his cousins, his Aunt, his Uncle. He remembers the teens from his high school and their distasteful words and judging stares. And he remembers the broken heart and the boy who broke it.

“I’m sorry,” Ace sighed, “I just, I don’t know, I feel like a jerk.”

“I am too,” Mirai smiled, “I was the one who was dismissing your concerns when you guys were only trying to help. It was wrong of me.”

“I was a jerk to you and Cater and I’m sorry. But I was just worried and upset that I wasn't being a good friend to you when you needed it most.”

Mirai was speechless. There was a moment before he pulled the Heartslabyul freshmen into a tight hug.

Ace startled before opening his arms and accepting the hug the best he could with that absurd collar around his neck.

Mirai looked up when he felt another set of arms around him. It was Deuce.

“I’m sorry,” Deuce sighed.

“I’m sorry as well,” Jack said, joining the hug.

“Sorry human,” Grim muttered, crawling up Mirai to hug the top of Mirai’s head.

“We good?” Ace asked, putting up a fist when they all broke apart.

Mirai smiled, bumping his fist against Ace’s, “We’re good.”

“I think you owe someone else an apology as well,” Riddle remarked.

The four freshmen turned to Cater and shouted, “I’m sorry Cater!”

“No worries,” Cater sighed, “I wasn’t all too honest either.”

“But you had a reason to, and we should’ve accepted that,” Deuce sighed.

“And we kinda indirectly stalked you as well,” Jack muttered, scratching the back of his head.

“Now that all of that is sorted out,” Riddle spoke, “You do know you have to be punished right?”

“Yes, Housewarden Riddle,” they all sighed.

“But,” Riddle said, and with a flash, the collars were removed, “I’ll let you pick your punishments.”

Everyone looked surprised.

“Really?” Deuce asked.

“Is this actually Riddle?” Ace asked, “Like ya sure you’re not sick or somethin’?”

“You still wanna test me?” Riddle asked, an evil smile etched onto his face, “Because I can take back what I just said.”

“No, no,” Ace stammered. “No complaints from me.”

Deuce snickered, and Ace nudged him with an elbow, before laughing as well.

“Glad everything sorted itself out,” Trey commented, sipping his tea from the archway.

“Wait a minute,” Cater muttered before yelling, incredulous look on his face, “Trey! You knew! Why didn’t you cover for me?!”

Trey chuckled.

“You’re a traitor Trey, you know that? A Trey-tor!”

Everyone looked at the bespectacled Vice Housewarden.

“Trey knew?!” Ace yelled, surprised.

“Yeah,” Trey said. “Why did you think Cater made all that food a while back?”

Even Riddle looked surprised.

“Wait,” Ace muttered. “You weren’t kidding when you asked Mirai out in front of the whole class?!”

“Nope. But I knew you’d brush it off when I did.” Cater smiled.

“So you two actually went on a date?” Deuce asked.

“Mn,” Mirai nodded.

“You didn’t tell me all that,” Jack yelled, “That’s a no brainer!”

“No it wasn’t,” Ace shouted.

The three began to fight with each other, and Mirai looked at Cater. Cater always seemed to have a sense of when Mirai was looking at him, and looked back, with a smile on his face. Cater made little grabby hands at Mirai, and Mirai giggled as he walked over.

“You okay, hon?” Cater asked softly, embracing the shorter male.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Mirai answered.

“Alright, alright,” Trey laughed, “Break it up. Stop fighting.”

“I shall see to your punishments tomorrow,” Riddle said, “but as of right now, it’s late.”

“I should be getting back before Housewarden Leona gets in one of his moods,” Jack sighed, “But I’ll be back for my punishment tomorrow.”

“N-No, no,” Riddle stammered, “There’s no need. You weren’t fully at fault.”

“No. It’s not right for me to leave things as is. There has to be something.”

Riddle was silent for a moment, before he sighed in defeat, “I’ll see, but I cannot make any promises.”

Jack nodded happily.

“But wait,” Deuce gasped. “Why did you slam him into the wall?”

Cater and Mirai flushed, Trey cackled, and Riddle snickered from his seat.

“See! That’s why I told you to stop doing that,” Mirai yelled, flustered, smacking Cater on the arm repeatedly.

“#SorryNotSorry,” Cater snickered, not sorry, not one bit.

“Mirai, will you be staying? You could always bunk with Cater,” Trey teased.

“I-I, no, no, I-” Mirai stammered, face going red.

“Trey,” Cater shouted, glaring at Trey.

Trey laughed loudly, “I’m messing, but you are in fact allowed to stay.”

“No, I’ll be going back to Ramshackle, but I'm thankful for the offer.” Mirai declined.

“I’ll walk you,” Cater volunteered.

“No, It’s fine. I have Grim with me.��

“But-”

Mirai shook his head.

“I’ll text you all when I get there, sound good?”

Cater looked like he wanted to argue more, but he deflated.

“Fine,” Cater pouted, “But you call me when you get there.”

“Deal,” Mirai nodded.

Mirai picked up Grim and stuck him on his shoulder.

“Ready Grim?” Mirai asked.

Grim nodded.

“Bye guys! See you tomorrow,” Mirai waved.

“Bye,” Riddle said.

“See you,” Jack waved, getting up to leave as well.

“See ya, dude,” Ace said.

“Bye Mirai,” Deuce waved.

“Bye Prefect,” Trey waved.

“Bye Cater,” Mirai waved.

“Mi-Mi.”

Mirai gasped as Cater pulled him to his chest, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Goodnight, Hon,” Cater whispered affectionately.

Mirai was speechless.

The room broke out in a fit of laughter.

“C-C-Cater,” Mirai shouted, face turning beet red.

Cater cackled.

“Yuck,” Grim gagged.

Mirai pouted, hiding his face in Cater’s chest, “Bastard.”

“But seriously though,” Ace said, “If anyone has something to say about you two, or even looks at you funny, I’m beating them up.”

“I can second that,” Deuce said with a smirk, cracking his knuckles.

“As I,” Jack agreed.

“Lemme teach ‘em a lesson,” Grim chimed in, little blue flames flickering from his maw.

Mirai flushed at their words, and for the first time, he felt comfortable about who he was, and once again, it was the occupants of NRC that made him realize it.

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Moonlight re-watch Part 16 of 16

Season 1 episode 16 Sonota

We’re at the endgame now 😭

Sarah is mentioned again

Mick and Beth date night

A little bit of Josef’s back story is revealed and he helped found Hearst College

Beth getting jealous over Freshies

“I guess this won’t be our Fourth date after all” No unfortunately

Beth needs more human friends who know about vampires. It’s a shame Simone and her weren’t able to become friends

You know what I just realized that after Josh died we never see detective Carl again

I wonder how Emma was able to navigate being a vampire after being abandoned by her sire

Guillermo being so gentle and delicate with Dominic’s dead body is a little cute and a funny. He ties a bow so delicately for that body tag thing

Josef has good moments and then he acts like a bit of a Dick. Like was that necessary to do that to Simone

“We were not making out. I only want to make out with you” he says this a little too defensively

“Yeah but you don’t want to drink my blood” Beth say’s annoyed

“You want me to drink your blood?” 🤨 Mick is so confused

“No” I think Beth does want Mick to drink her blood. At least just a little bit

Mick gets whacked with a “sacred ass paddle”

Poor Jackson had no idea his wife was cheating on him

You know what’s weird the vampires in twilight, at least the Cullen family stay in High School forever when college would be a much better place for them and their whole schedule wouldn’t be all that abnormal there.

Like Lisa (vampire cheerleader) says nobody pays attention when you sleep all day and are out all night.

Also Lisa is a bit of a freak (no judgement) “that’s not the artery I go for” you do you girl

Emma’s little freak out only sealed the deal that she was crazy and dangerous

It’s what 150 years of marriage thrown down the drain looks like as well

I think it’s interesting that Beth and Mick are somewhat parallel of Emma/Jackson.

Mick/Emma were turned against their will

While Jackson (and maybe Beth in the future?) had the choice to be turned into a vampire

But Beth is being framed with Emma during this scene and Mick with Jackson. I’m probably just over analyzing it but I think Mick/Beth were going to be like Emma/Jackson but with a happy ending

I’ll chalk it up to Emma being stressed and hungry but she really didn’t think things through with her threats like did she not think Mick will let the Cleaners know what she was planning?

How did Simone get Beth’s address

Beth/Simone conversation and Mick/Josef conversation parallel

“Mick’s an anti-vampire vampire”

I get where the cleaner is coming from but like killing two police officers and D.A agent will definitely get the attention of like everybody so like there wasn’t a lot of good options because a manhunt definitely would have happened if Mick just let Emma kill everyone. Taking her into custody was the best option not to raise any alarms

Prison Break but with vampires

I wonder how Logan would react to/feel about the sequel Star Wars trilogy

Blood withdrawal seems to be like extreme dehydration. I wonder what the longest time a vampire can go without drinking blood. Jackson said it’s been a few hours but I think humans can go 24 hrs without water

Jackson loved Emma so much

Another annoying thing, we never get to see the fallout of Emma/Jackson’s death and how that affects Josef. He was clearly distraught at their execution

And we never see what happens with the stupid list. I took pictures of the list best i could my dvd player is kind of old and doesn’t respond to the remote sometimes

Mick and Beth briefly ending things and being so devastated made me worried this was how the series was going to end but I’m glad they ended it with the two making up (and making out)

Mick remembering what Beth was wearing when they re-met is so 😭 like he’s so 😩

A morbid thought but what would Beth have done if Mick didn’t remember?

I’m still pissed off the show ending but at least they us Mick/Beth quickly getting back together

Like imagine how awful it would have been if they ended it with the two ending things and crying and that’s how the episode and series ends ??

I give this episode 10 out of 10 flame throwers.I love it so much

#mick st. john #moonlight cbs #alex o'loughlin #cbs moonlight #beth turner #moonlight #moonlight tv #sophia myles #mick st john #tv show #josef kostan #jason dohring #moonlight: tv show #Season 1 episode 16 Sonota

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piggy bank.

summary: an examination on want, hunger, and Ruggie’s relationships.

notes: 2k words, mentions of blood/violence, spoilers for ruggie’s b-day card, mostly a character study for my favorite little guy

To be hungry is to be alive. To be alive is to want. To want is to be hungry.

All Ruggie needs is just one more chance. One more day. One more meal. That’s how he teaches himself to survive.

There’s an ache deep in him, something that he has always tried desperately to fill. He wants more. He wants something the world tells him he doesn’t deserve. Ruggie is the worst of the worst, the lowest of the low: just another filthy thief from the slums, one who’ll never amount to anything.

But if he’s nothing more than a dirty hyena, then he should just take what he wants, shouldn’t he? Ruggie doesn’t have to be worthy. He just needs to be desperate enough to want it more.

(What does he want? To never have to worry about another meal? A dad who left him? A mom who died so soon he doesn’t know how to miss her? His hunger leaves its filthy prints on everything he touches).

ii.

There’s a rule that every starving boy knows: if you want a place in this world, you need to fight for it.

The day Ruggie receives the acceptance letter from Night Raven College, he can barely read it. He sounds out the words carefully, trying to piece together the few letters he’s been able to teach himself. It doesn’t matter, though. He knows what this is: a glimpse into a world forbidden to him. A chance to leave. A way to take even more.

The odds are stacked against him, but haven’t they always been? Nothing has ever been in his favor. At Savanaclaw, he’s the runt again. Too skinny to be good in a fight, and too poor to afford a proper uniform. But he’s clever, and wily, and he can make a name for himself on the spelldrive team. It’s easy enough to pickpocket the odd student here and there, and the school always needs menial labor, so he can scrap by, as he’s always done.

(These pampered brats are nothing compared to him. They’ve never gone hungry a day in their lives. They don’t know what it’s like to lay bleeding in the streets. No one has ever wanted as much as him).

And then he meets Leona, and everything changes.

He’s just another potential mark, Ruggie thinks. The spoiled second prince of Sunset Savannah. If anything goes wrong, he always has his signature spell to get him out of a tight spot.

So he does his usual routine; in some crowded corner of the hallway, he bumps into Leona, reaches for his wallet– Ruggie can almost taste how good a pricey sandwich from the cafeteria will taste– and a gloved hand wraps around his wrist tightly before he can pull the wallet out.

Leona’s smirk is so sharp it hurts Ruggie to look. “Ah? What’s this? It looks like some hyena is putting his hands where he shouldn’t.”

“Me?” Ruggie says innocently. “No, no. Your wallet was falling out, so I was helping you by putting it back.”

“Oh, yeah? I bet my watch was falling off, too, right?”

Tch. He noticed that? “It was,” Ruggie says, slowly pulling out the watch from his pocket. “Sorry for the trouble.”

“Don’t think I’m going to let you get away so easily. You tried to steal from me…” Leona pauses, and looks at Ruggie’s face more closely. “Ah, aren’t you that freshie on the spelldrive team? Raggie, or something.”

“It’s Ruggie.”

“Whatever. Now, Ruggie. I’ve seen how fast you can move. If you do me a favor, I can forget the stunt you just tried to pull.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“You want to bargain with me, hyena?” Leona loosens his grip, but Ruggie knows it’s a taunt for him to try to escape. “Aside from not tearing you into pieces, if you keep helping me out, I might be inclined to do something for you, too.”

Leona carelessly holds out the same hand that has just bruised Ruggie’s wrist, waiting for him to take it, as if he has a real choice in the matter. Well, he wouldn’t get a better deal anywhere else, would he?

“What do you need me to do?”

iii.

The first time he sees you, all he can think about is how soft and weak you are.

A pitiful, magicless student with no way home and no one to trust. You’re even worse off than him, living on the charity of a flighty headmage. You’re a future victim waiting to happen.

And then you disrupt his plans, mess up everything he and Leona have been working for, and have the audacity to save the both of them, on top of it.

Maybe you aren’t as weak as he thought.

Resourceful, and a little too kind for your own good, and more smart than anyone gave you credit for: Ruggie doesn’t understand you at all. He can’t help but watch as you stumble your way in and out of trouble.

The world is one of give and take, and he’d be a fool to act like it’s anything different. If he does something for you, then you’ll do something for him, right? There’s no other way he can interact with you. Your sandwich for his drink. Your detergent for his shampoo. Your laughter for his jokes.

Still…

“Surprise!” you say, and hand him a lollipop. “I had some extra, and I thought you’d like it, Ruggie.”

“Shihi, what’s the catch? Do you want me to do something for you?”

“There’s no catch. I’m giving it to you without any sort of ulterior motivation,” you say, stressing the last two words.

“I’m not going to give you something in return, though?”

“That’s okay. I’ll be happy as long as you like it.”

The lollipop, he finds, melts in his mouth, a strong citrus flavor that lingers for the rest of the day.

You’re weird. So, so weird.

Something in Ruggie wants to bite into the nape of your neck when he sees you pass by him in the halls, laughing at one of Ace’s jokes.

To scrape against bone, to taste blood, leaving a mark that won’t disappear.

This is a sort of hunger too.

iv.

Ruggie dreams about dying.

Leona’s hands on his throat. Sand in his mouth. His skin cracking.

How do you like that, Ruggie? Does it hurt? Is your mouth too dry to keep licking my boots? That was your finest talent, too.

Mercifully, the Savanaclaw commons are empty, so no one sees when his shaking hands spill the water he tries to drink. One drink, then another, and it’s still not enough.

The glass clatters to the floor and Ruggie holds his throat; it’s too soft, too warm. He can feel the blood pumping underneath, and presses a thumb against his carotid artery. He’s alive. He’s alive. He’s alive.

Leona gave him an old uniform, gave him a place in Savanaclaw, and never comments on the extra sandwiches Ruggie bought with his money.

Leona, overcome by black ink.

Leona taught him how to read, gave him old history notes, swished his tail lazily as he put a hand on Ruggie’s head when Ruggie finally got above 50% on a test.

Leona destroying everything they worked for.

Leona’s hand shaking his, the day Ruggie tried to pickpocket from him.

Leona’s hand around his neck.

Ruggie collapses to the floor, pressing the palm of his hands into his eyes so all he can see are stars.

One day at a time, he thinks. One day at a time.

Because he is still alive, and he still wants, and he is still so, so hungry.

“Leonaaaa. It’s time to wake up.”

A growl greets him, and Ruggie sighs.

“You’re going to be held back for another year if you keep this up, you know? I don’t want to be stuck running errands for you until I graduate.”

“Hah? Would you prefer not to graduate at all, then?”

The threat rolls over Ruggie’s shoulders like water. Leona sinks deeper into the pillows, and Ruggie starts his Saturday morning routine. Pick up Leona’s laundry, collect the trash, organize the drawers. If there’s time, he’d even dust the whole place down, and sort Leona’s textbooks in order of which ones he’s going to need the most throughout the week.

Ruggie likes it this way. This is familiar. He doesn’t have time to think about his nightmares if he keeps his hands busy.

(What does he expect from Leona, anyways? Apologies? Tears? As long as you can move, you can still survive, if only for one more day).

It’s while he’s rummaging around in Leona's desk (he makes a mental note to look up the price of the opal ring he finds in the corner) that he stumbles onto something strange. There’s a pack of sleep medicine tucked between Leona’s silk shirts. It’s one of the most expensive brands on the market; the only time he’s seen it is when he was cleaning some rich brat’s apartment, and he saw it shoved in the back of a cabinet.

“Leona. Why is there medicine in your drawer?”

Leona waves a lazy hand. “What? How do you expect me to remember everything I have? Do whatever you want with it.”

Ruggie decides not to comment on the fact that the receipt, stuck under a shirt sleeve, reveals the medicine was bought yesterday.

vi.

Your hands are covered in bandages and little cat band-aids. Did you really think that he wouldn’t notice that you spent a week running around the school, taking up odd jobs, to make enough money for his birthday present? That you skipped on meals to save money? Seriously, you wouldn’t last a day in Sunset Savannah with that sort of foolish attitude.

“You’re so dumb,” Ruggie snickers, but there’s no malice in his voice. He sounds almost gentle, and it surprises him more than it surprises you.

Something about your hands annoys him. His fingers alight on your palm. You flinch, and he stops.

“Sorry, it’s still sort of sore,” you say.

“How hard were you working?”

You shake your head, ignoring the question. “Do you want your gift or not?”

“Shihihi, do you expect me to turn down something you’re giving to me? For free, no less?”

“Of course not.” With a roll of your eyes, you reach for the present you had left on the table, but he grabs your wrist before you can touch it. “Ruggie?”

“I want to get it,” he says as a way of explanation.

“Right, of course.”

Ruggie can tell that you tried your best to wrap the gift; there’s tape holding every stray piece of orange wrapping paper down. It’s clumsy, and sort of endearing. He tears the paper off in one long peel. Inside of the box underneath is… a meerkat piggy bank.

“Surprise,” you say nervously, shifting from foot to foot. “Jack told me that you had a warthog piggy bank, and it was a series, and that you were looking for the meerkat one. Er, maybe you wanted to buy it on your own. I wasn’t sure if we were close enough for this to be–”

Your words cut off in a startled choke as Ruggie flings his arms around you. It’s an uncharacteristic move, he knows, but he feels like he can’t control himself anymore.

“Seriously. You’re so weird,” Ruggie mumbles against your shoulder. “Why do you try so hard to take care of me?”

“Because I like you,” you say, and pat his shoulder. His arms tighten around you as flowers bloom inside his chest.

Birthdays were strange holidays. They were just an inconsequential mark of the time, proof he’s survived for another year, and needs to make it for another. But his grandma would try to make him doughnuts on this day. And his classmates, even the stingy ones like Azul, give him presents. And Leona and Jack have been planning a party for him all week, as if he couldn’t overhear them discussing what sort of food to order.

Ruggie is alive, and he is hungry, and he wants so, so much. But the ache in him doesn’t hurt as much as it did before. Maybe it would be okay to enjoy what he has now.

#liya writes #twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi x reader #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst ruggie #ruggie x reader #RUGGIE MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!!#I had to do a chara study for him. i had to #i snuck some of my personal hcs in here lol #I love ruggie and leona's dynamic a lot i think they do care for each other #but also like. the numbe one person they have to look out for is themselves

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sugawarassoulmate · 3 years

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I read all your loser! kuroo posts (or at least the ones this broken site lets me see 🥲) and I love it so much!!! Then I had a thought like what if a new kid comes to town and reader is bullying them cause ofc she is. This isnt anything new but this time, the new kid likes it too! And kuroo is just??? Wtf bro?? There is only room for 1 loser and its me??? Extra drama when it seems like reader is ignoring kuroo for this new toy but really its a coincidence and reader is just a dumbass

the idea of kuroo only getting jealous when you’re mean to someone else is sending me

words: 602

cw: fem!reader, bullying, name-calling, jealousy, bully!reader, college au, like one line of smut but youngsters stay tf away, minors dni

the two of you are doing work in one of the study rooms in the library and you’re complaining about this kid that your professor partnered you with for a project

“he’s so snively and whiney, it’s annoying” you bemoan, feet stretched across kuroo’s lap while he’s writing notes

kuroo doesn’t think anything of it, you’re always complaining about someone: your classmates, the people who live on your floor, the barista at the coffee shop who messed up your order. kuroo doesn’t mind listening to all of it, he loves hearing your voice 🥺

but when you say “i swear this kid is worse than you,” kuroo gets all 🤨 but he chooses to ignore it. you must have been really annoyed and needed to vent

the thing we love about kuroo is how perceptive he is, yeah?

he notices something’s up when you’re suddenly not texting him

you’re always bombarding kuroo with text messages, telling him that you’re bored and want his attention but now it’s the middle of the day and you’ve barely sent him anything

at first he thinks maybe you’re busy with work but you do all your studying with him. then he remembers that you’re partnered up with that boy you’ve been complaining about

after that kuroo finds himself laughing. what’s he so worried about? you’re just out with some kid doing classwork

but then…..

he’s not hearing from you for days and when he finally sees you, that kid is shuffling beside you. holding your books....

that’s my job… kuroo thinks, now noticing how the boy is staring at you—wide eyed with a pleasing smile, one that kuroo knows all too well

the boy begins to ask you multiple questions at once and kuroo can see the fire behind your eyes. rookie mistake, he thinks before you’re shoulder checking the poor kid, knocking him to the ground

“do you ever stop babbling, you fucking dork?”

and god kuroo wishes that were him

kuroo’s fine, everything’s fine… *narrator voice* everything was, in fact, not fine.

you haven’t forgotten about him, have you? he hasn’t outlived his usefulness? no, he means more to you than that. but this shiny new toy is occupying all your attention… you haven’t even talked to him other than a good morning text (if he’s lucky)

poor boy doesn’t realize that you’re not really trying to ignore him. you really have been busy working on this stupid project. thankfully you have this stupid freshman at your beck and call.

you probably don’t even notice that this child (yes, college freshman are children to me sksks) has a fat crush on you. you’ve never really interested in anyone beside kuroo (but you’d rather die than admit that you’re in love with him again)

after nearly two weeks, kuroo can’t take it anymore and corners the little shit @ god help this poor lil freshie who’s got the captain of the volleyball team towering over him on some abandoned part of campus

kuroo’s always a sweetheart—he helps old ladies cross the street and saves stray kittens from the rain :( he’d never hurt a fly but the thought of you spending time with this boy when he’s got feelings for you doesn’t sit right with him

he doesn’t threaten him….kuroo just kindly tells him that you’re already with someone and to keep your time together spent strictly working on the project 😌

this poor kid is shitting bricks and you don’t even notice it the next day sksksks

soon enough the project is done and kuroo’s celebrating your perfect grade by eating his smart girl out :(

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsuro smut #kuroo #kuroo imagine #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro x reader #loser!kuroo #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut #haikyu headcanons #🥀#🥀kuroo

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This Week in BL

May 2021 Wk 4

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Close Friend Ep 6 fin: (Imagine You/KimmonCopter) - Fan gets a VR of his idol, they fall in love, but does it transfer to reality? A unique story and great casting of Kim & Cop into roles that stretched both actors. My favorite of the series and a good closer. Close Friend as a whole is so uneven I can’t recommend it, but individual episodes (3 MaxNat, 5 JimmyTommy, 6 KimCop) are okay.

Top Secret Together Ep 3 - no subs as yet but I still found it enjoyable. I like this series, it’s quiet. Sure, the only really unique touches are the office setting and the gay advice dads, but honestly I’LL TAKE IT. Of course my favorite couple is the hazer + freshie back at uni. What can I say? I’m a sucker for the old OLD tropes. (Should I just do a SOTUS+S rewatch this weekend to get it out of my system?)

Y-Destiny Ep 9 - Look, I’m just not a fan of the rake archetype BUT my favorite combo for this is another player, and BL almost never does that. But ta da! Y-D wins with f-buds + high heat pulp (well I suppose this is university-set Cheewin). I don’t love honest-gay messy in a long haul series (Friendzone... shudder) but I don’t mind it in short form. So I think this may be my favorite installment in this series so far.

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 8 - *big fat sigh* I thought they were going to redeem Pi by having him be genuinely nice to Meen, but no it was all to do with a dumb pin. Even though he suffers from crazy stalking in this ep, I still don’t like Pi but I’m TOTALLY on his side. Is FUTS taking us on a light weight The Effect journey? Because at this juncture I think I’d prefer that.

Nitiman Ep 4 - honestly it’s like Nitiman is vested in showing FOTS exactly what it’s doing wrong. Both shows introduced faen fatales this week. But Nitiman did theirs with a sympathetic character, genuine interest on both sides, bisexual confusion, and sweetness. In every way the opposite of (and superior to) FOTS. Even claiming, outing, and stalker characters are happening but treated differently. It’s like parallel universes. Not sure how I feel about the ending kiss though. Still, this is my favorite currently airing show. I look forward to @heretherebedork explaining to me my own feelings and why I want to forgive Bbomb the kiss but not Mork for anything. Since I’m evidently morally hypocritically confused.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Love is Science? (Taiwan) Ep 10 (BL subplot) - Taiwan is experiencing a C19 surge right now so this series will be delayed at least 20 days.

Be Loved in House: I Do (Taiwan) Ep 3 - dropped with subs thank heavens, all the usual tropes when you pair grumpy + tsundere: challenges, bets, crashing into beds, veiled threats... oh my! Gay boys in stripped sweaters giving advice in cafes is my new favorite thing. It’s the BL version of the “bartender is my psyche” trope. Still finding the boss character creepy. About Hank Wang (plays Shi Lei) anyone else obsessed with his sanpaku eyes? Just me? Fair. Also he keeps reminding me of Pluem Purim, I have no idea why. Something in the mannerisms, I think. They don’t really look alike. (This show may also be delayed.)

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 8 - continues to be good, we now have 2 faen fatales, blackmail, worried friends, and the secret identity slowly devolving. Looks like we get at least two more episodes and could be as many as 12? Very much enjoying this show.

Most Peaceful Place 2 (Vietnam) Ep 3 (AKA 6) fin - it was fine, they always rush the ending a bit in Vietnamese BL. I found the first season much stronger than this second one over all. But since they aired in the same year and there’s only six total I feel like they should be judged as a whole. So I guess I’ll say, RECOMMENDED with serious pacing issues and some plot drag particularly in the second half.

Gossip

The cast of Until We Meet Again met together, ostensibly for their own amusement but speculation is that it has something to do with Between Us AKA Hemp Rope.

Breaking News

Singto’s next starring role BL got announced Paint With Love. Between him and Ohm, they seem to be attempting to corner the market. I’m in favor. Singto plays Met, a wedding organizer, who hires Phap, a poor artist, to work on a wedding painting. Phap messes something up and ends up having to work for Med on a more permanent basis. Yet another office set BL from Thailand, following in Japan and Taiwan’s well suited footsteps... we hope. Phap is played by Tae (the original Forth in 2 Moons). No side dishes announced as yet.

Pornographer Playback is airing, the third in the series from Japan (first 2 = The Pornographer AKA The Novelist & Mood Indigo). Not recommended unless you want non-BL gay cinema with high heat, and don’t mind the mess Japan always doles out to go with it. Such as: morally flexible characters, crass manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, seduction of a minor, so much smoking, het porn, and ambiguous, sad, or depressing endings. Part one of this final installment has dropped, part two is not yet available. No subs (even if they say they have them, they’re autiogen nonsense.)

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Things are looking dire. What will we do with our lives?

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

#asian bl #thaibl #thai bl #Top Secret Together #Y-Destiny #close friend the series #Close Friend #Fish Upon The Sky #Nitiman #taiwanese bl #taiwanese drama #Be Loved in House: I Do #Love is Science?#vietnamese bl #Most Peaceful Place 2 #My Lascivious Boss #this week in bl #epiode recaps #Paint With Love

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cause im havin a good time~ havin a good time~

and soon you wont jk idk what yall feel after this

since my last keatlejuice fic ive seen the movie and joined a discord server and made sm friends and now im getting sappy~~

ive been awake since 1155pm and as i type this intro it is 910am

anyway to the fic, my OC Niphera smokes like an old steamer train and has what is probably an unhealthy relationship with keatlejuice but OGjuice having a healthy relationship with anyone seems pretty far fetched

also tw: a man unable to deal with an emotions so he lashes out and allusions to suicide nothing said explicitly but i figured its a good thing to warn about

other oc’s mentioned

Ivan- @jeuchrit

Zia- @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice

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Smoke break, smoke break, time for my smoke break~

Niphera’s patting their pockets looking for their pack.

“Swear to god, I put ‘em in my pocket before I left...”

They push open the back door, growling at themselves and whatever cosmic force exists to keep them from enjoying their cigarettes.

“I didn’t die before thirty for this bullshit!” They announce to no one.

Their foot is jammed between the door and the frame just in case they can’t find their cancer pack. Useless though it may be.

They give up, slouching and letting out a frustrated breath. Throwing their head back, they’re ready to run back in when a flash of moving white catches their eye.

Stopping and leaning further into the alley, they look for whatever it was that moved. Holding still they stare at where the movement came from and wait.

Worst case, it’s some newly dead who panicked and bolted from the waiting room.

Don’t be some poor freshie, please, nothing kills the night like the feds...

They’re ready to shout out to whoever/whatever is down there when it moves again.

It’s not just white. It’s black and white.

There’s only one person they know who would wear something that ridiculous.

“BJ?” They lean closer. “That you?”

There’s no response, but the subtle movements seem to have stilled.

Taking their foot from the door they actually start walking towards (who they believe to be) Beetlejuice.

Ready to throw a punch in case it isn’t the ostentatious con man, they lighten their steps.

Finally coming around the pile of trash, they drop their shoulders and let out a sigh.

“BJ...” it’s the cheap bastard himself.

“The fuck, man?” He’s sitting on a crate slouched over with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and a slight scowl on his face.

He doesn’t say anything.

Niphera furrows their brow.

Okay... that’s weird...

Quickly they perk up. “Ya got a cigarette? I swear something is determined to deny me nicotine.”

He sits up and pulls a cigarette case from his inner pocket.

He cracks the small silver box open and extends his arm. Again he says nothing.

“Thanks...”

This is weird. Beetlejuice is someone who they’ve never known to willingly shut up, even when his mouth was otherwise, occupied.

They light up.

“No asking for something in return?” They take a drag. “No saying there’s something better I could put in my mouth?”

He grunts.

Okay, so nothing is (drastically) physically wrong.

“Not gonna ask how long I’ll be out here?”

“‘M not in the mood.”

What?

“What?”

“I’m not in the mood.”

He’s not in the mood?

“Who are you and what have you done with Beetlejuice?” They’re joking. Mostly.

He glares up at them, he even growls. And not the sexy sort.

“Okay, okay...” They put their hands up in surrender. “Can I sit down? Or are ya gonna bite?”

He looks down and grunts again.

They’ll take that as a yes.

They walk around and sit next to him on the crate.

So for a few minutes, the two of them just sit there and smoke.

Finally the worry pushes them to talk again. “Ya wanna talk about it?” They scrunch up their face. Smooth.

“What?” He sounds offended.

“I said, do you want to talk about it?” They haven’t turned to face him. It’s easier to talk when no one can see their face, so until told otherwise, Beetlejuice gets the same courtesy.

“What’d you care?” Now he sounds defensive.

They put the cigarette in their mouth and breathe in.

“Because contrary to every rational thought, warning, and general sense of self preservation I have, I care just enough about you to be worried.”

Maybe more than that. But let’s not dwell on it.

He doesn’t answer.

They’re not gonna push it, Beetlejuice is a lot of things, but level headed isn’t usually one of them.

He inhales. “Ain’t important”

They press their lips into a thin line then let out a huff.

“For fear of sounding like an after school special,” They pull another drag. “If it’s bothering you this much it is important.”

Again he doesn’t immediately answer.

After taking another drag he responds.

“Just some breather shit,” there’s a slight snarl to his answer, he probably doesn’t like feeling... things.

He throws the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it under his foot. That’s when Niphera notices the small collection by his feet.

So he’s been out here for a while.

“General breather shit,” they swing their hand around and point up, “like the state of the world topside?”

“Or, your own, uhh, breather shit?” They flip their hand in his general direction.

It’s easy to forget that Beetlejuice used to be alive. Even some of the most acclimated they’ve met have a slight something to them, almost like a self mourning.

But he doesn’t have that, he’s never had that. Maybe that’s not such a good thing.

The silence Beetlejuice leaves is different, less defensive but still sharp.

“Okay, alright, dumb question.” They throw their own cigarette to the ground. “The day you show any kind of empathy is the day I start having a loving relationship with my father.” They extend their hand back for another cig.

“C’mon,” they open and close their fist “I ain’t trying some new wave yoga. Gimme another.”

There’s a noise, almost like a laugh, coming from the general direction of Beetlejuice. So this impulse, no baked plan is working.

They hear the click of the case, and feel as he places a fresh cigarette in their hand.

“Thank you.”

Again he grunts.

“Keep making that noise I’m gonna start thinkin’ you’re crankin’ it.”

He snarls.

Alright, backpedal.

“I know that was a threat, but ‘cha ain’t really helpin’ your case.” They stick the cigarette in their mouth before the rest of their foot can get in there.

“I hate my job.”

Okay that’s a bit out of left field.

Niphera tries to make a joke “You and every other civil servant.”

All he says is “Yeah...”

Their brow furrows in confusion. What about deceased resources —

Oh.

Ohhhhhh

“Oh.”

This is way heavier than they were expecting. Beetlejuice is usually someone with very simple wants, needs, and motivations. (Booze, cash, coke, and a wet hole to stick his dick in) So hearing that something more complicated than blue balls is bothering him...

Niphera has probably bit off more than they can chew.

But, in for a penny...

“Something happen? Or’d it just come up and bitch slap you in the brain.”

You’re poking a bear, and not the one that comes to stare at Ivan’s ass every Tuesday.

“What’re you doing?” He’s angry, and he sounds like he’s trying to make an accusation.

They put up their hands.

“I asked if you wanted to talk about it. And so far you haven’t said no or told me to fuck off. So...” They shrug.

There’s tension in the air. And for the first time, in a long time, they’re not sure if they’re safe around Beetlejuice.

The crate creaks as Beetlejuice leans back and lets out a sigh. Niphera finally decides to turn around.

He’s deflated, not in the cartoony body horror way he did once when they stabbed him, he just looks exhausted.

Beetlejucie speaks “It was stupid.” It’s so soft they almost can’t hear it.

He continues, “Everyone says that and everyone’s right.” He leaves his cigarette in his mouth. “Life’s too short to end it for something like that.” He moves his hand down to his throat and just holds it there.

They knew how he died. It was one of the very, very few nights he didn’t have an overdo tab and enough cash to buy himself some decent liquor.

He got whiskey dick. (The biological functions of the deceased will always be a mystery, because how does that even work?) So instead of spending his money on company, he spent it on booze, a lot of booze.

Niphera doesn’t think they’ve ever seen someone that drunk before, he was babbling nonsense. Stuff about town models and the digestive system of sandworms, it was actually kind of funny.

But as the night wore on, the blabbering started getting dark. He talked about the smell of death and rot in the streets from when he was alive, how he’d wake up in the morning to wheelbarrows filled with still pliant corpses moving as fast as they could to get out of sight. People screaming at the sky and begging an absent god for mercy.

That’s when they cut him off. But he just kept talking.

They wanted to stop listening, but Beetlejuice sober was unpredictable, him tipsy even more so. So leaving him alone while he was up to his ears in alcohol was a no go, if not for the clubs safety than his own.

He was on his third glass of water when he started scratching at his neck.

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“Ni- Ni- phe- feee-fearaaa- pharaoh. Fuck!” He started slurring hours ago, but his attempts were still commendable.

“Yeah, BJ?” The club scene at Dante’s had been winding down for a while now, most of the people still out here were passed out or just too fucked up to go home, they eventually wouldn’t have a choice in the matter but until then, as long as nothing was getting broken Niphera didn’t care.

“C’mere.” He waves his hand in what they assume to be an attempt at a come hither motion, but it just looks like his wrist snapped.

“Ya need more water-!?” As they walk over, with a frightening amount of speed and precision he grabs the collar of their shirt.

He pulls them down to eye level, and with a disturbing amount of clarity he asks.

“Was it worth it?”

They don’t move.

“Was it worth it!?” He’s shouting now.

They can see movement by the door, Ivan’s getting ready in case something happens.

Looking back at Beetlejuice they calmly reply, “BJ, I don’t know what you're talking about.”

He tugs again at their collar.

“Was. It. Worth. It?”

Beetlejuice is shaking.

Slowly, so very slowly, they move their hands to his wrist. Gently they squeeze, and he lets go of their shirt but moves his hand to their throat.

He doesn’t squeeze, he just holds it there rubbing his thumb over the rough and charred strip around their neck.

“Was it worth it?” It’s barely a whisper that comes out, but with the way he’s holding their neck and looking at their throat they finally understand what he’s asking.

“Beetlejuice,” they tighten their hands around his wrist and pull, he lets go without a fight. “I didn’t do this to myself. We’re at Dante’s, I work here remember?”

He seems to be processing what they’re saying, if only barely.

Slowly they continue, “I wouldn’t be working here if I did this to myself.”

“It wasn’t worth it for me.” His eyes are still on their throat, but they’ve gone glassy.

Logically, they knew he sent himself here, that’s why he works in Deceased Resources. But hearing how he did it is still a punch to the gut.

“BJ...” They don’t know what to say.

“Babe,” he tries to focus his gaze “I think I’m gonna vomit.”

As soon as he finishes speaking they push him back.

Luckily for them it doesn’t get on or behind the bar.

Unluckily for Beetlejuice it gets all over him. And unluckily for the four employees still on the floor he was out like a light.

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Shaking their head they bring themselves back to the present.

He’s looking at them with suspicion.

“Ya not gonna ask how? Or why?” The defenses are back up, they were probably giving him a thousand yard stare.

They try to take a drag of their cigarette, but find only the butt of it between their fingers.

How long were they staring?

Again they shake their head and throw the cigarette butt to the ground, grinding it beneath their shoe.

They stretch out their hand for another.

Beetlejuice doesn’t move.

They sigh, “I already know how, but I don’t know why, and frankly neither of those things are my business. Now ya gonna keep helping me disappoint my mother or do I gotta go back inside and start asking around the floor?” They don’t look at his face as they say any of that, they just stare at the hand with the cigarette case.

He doesn’t move, he’s stock still like the dead man he is.

Niphera’s afraid to move.

“How?” Beetlejuice’s voice is raspy but flat. Niphera thinks they would have preferred yelling.

“You told me.” They take in a shaky breath, “It was one of the nights you’d paid off your tab and had more cash to spare,” they decide not to tell him about his, uh, performance issues, “don’t know why you spent it on booze, didn’t care enough to ask.” They press a hand to their face, “Never seen you that sloshed before, first it was kinda funny, you were talkin’ about town models and complaining about sandworms.” They scrunch up their face and pinch the bridge of their nose.

“But as ya kept talking shit started getting dark, and not the fun macabre kinda dark like when ya brag about scaring Breathers. You were talkin’ like you were recounting the apocalypse. Dead bodies in the streets, people screaming for mercy from, and I quote “An absent and uncaring God” that’s when I cut you off.”

They move their hand from their face, but they still don’t look at him.

“Ya bitched about it for a bit, but then I got ya a glass of water and you acted like I gave ya the Blood of Christ or something so I just left you to it.”

They pause and take in another breath.

“It’s your third glass when ya start scratching at your neck, didn’t ask about it, figured you just weren’t used to having water and didn’t know what a properly hydrated throat felt like.” They don’t stop to see if the joke lands.

”Ya call me over, couldn’t say my name, called me “pharaoh,”

“You, uh, shit.” They press the palms of their hands to their eye sockets.

They’re trying to stall now.

“You grabbed my collar and yanked me down to eye level, and, uhhh...”

“Spit it out Niphera.”

God, why can’t he just start yelling?

“You asked me if it was worth it! Okay!”

It seems that the dam broke.

“You asked me if it was worth it, and I had no fucking clue what you were talking about and when I didn’t answer you asked me again yelling that time, Snuff actually had to get outta his seat by the door cause you looked like you were ready to do something. I got your hand off my shirt but then it went to my throat and you asked again if it was worth it!”

“Fucking hell Beetlejuice you were shaking! I was shaking! When I realized what you were asking it felt like I was gonna be sick. I tried telling you where you were, and who I was, cause I figured you were so fucked up that you had no fucking clue, suddenly you said “It wasn’t worth it for me.” Then you passed out.”

He doesn’t need to know he threw up on himself, not right now anyway, there’s too much other shit he has to process.

He doesn’t say anything, and the silence is deafening.

Niphera isn’t looking at him, but they put their hand back out for a cigarette.

Suddenly there’s a click and Niphera has a fresh cigarette in their hand.

“Thank you.” It’s quiet and hoarse compared to the previous word vomit, but anything louder and they feel like something is going to break.

“Does anyone else know?” His voice is still raspy but softer and more emotive than the monotone from before.

“I don’t think so? Snuff was still by the door when you fell and Velvet was at the other end of the bar.” They light up and take a drag of their cigarette.

“And before you ask, no, I didn’t tell anyone. Cause like I said earlier it’s none of my business.” They turn away from Beetlejuice and stare at the opposite wall, trying to read the dull worn out graffiti.

There are several long minutes of silence. In that time Niphera reads the word “tag”, tagged on the wall, some initials, and “for a good time call xxx-xxx-xxxx” which is just ridiculous considering this is the back alley behind a brothel.

Suddenly Beetlejuice breaks the silence. “It was over a woman believe it or not.”

They raise their hand and cut him off. “Don’t.”

They keep their hand up, but wave and flex it for emphasis. “I don’t need to know, and frankly, Beetlejuice, I don’t think I want to know.”

“What if I want you to know?”

At that, they stand up and turn to face him.

“Beetlejuice,”

“Niphera,”

They take a deep, long drag and sigh. “Beetlejuice, I’m, flattered? I guess? That you trust me enough to talk to me, but I really don’t think you’re in the right state of mind to talk about this.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That means I think if you tell me anything more tonight, you’re going to regret it.”

He stands up from the crate and gets in their face.

“You asked if I wanted to talk, and now that I am your tellin’ me to shut up!”

“That’s not what I meant-“

“Certainly sounds like it.”

Niphera closes their eyes and grits their teeth.

They can hear the soft crackle of their hair as they take in a deep breath and let out a cloud of smoke that has nothing to do with the cigarette in their hand.

“Beetlejuice-“

“Doll face you keep saying my name like that I’ll start to think you care.”

He’s back to nicknames.

They take in another deep breathe and answer.

“That’s because I do ca-“

There’s a hand over their mouth.

He’s looking at them.

They’re looking back.

His face goes through some expressions, they’re too fast, and too different from his usual fare that Niphera can’t tell what they are.

He shakes his head.

“Fuck this.”

With that and a puff of smoke he’s gone.

Niphera just stares at where Beetlejuice just was. This is not what they expected when they went out for a smoke.

They breathe out a sigh and let their head drop. Something shiny catches their eye.

It’s BJ’s cigarette case.

They grab it, put it in their shirt pocket and head back inside.

ya know how when you want a fic but you actually gotta write it yourself? thats me with the sequel to this. It feels like the begining of smth not an entire thing but idk where to go from here, but i have been up for 9 hours so who knows~~

#Beetlejuice #keatlejuice #beetlejuice fanfiction #keatlejuice fanfiction #InfernoOC #inferno oc #beetlejuice 1988 #michael keaton #beetlejuice movie #beetlejuice x oc #beetlejuice x self insert #beetlejuice x niphera #i need a writing tag dont i?#nicky writes

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notveryglittery · 4 years

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mistakes are made

summary: maybe don’t prank your boyfriend’s brother, especially if he already doesn’t really like you. ships: romantic roceit, brotherly anxceit, rivalry (?) prinxiety / words: 1,500 warnings: technically, a character gets shot by what is technically gun, but no one is actually hurt. lemme know if anything needs tagging! notes: wrote this to bribe @sher-soc-the-famder into finishing homework >:3 human au, i guess sort of youtuber au, too? it’s kinda plotless, just some good old fashioned fluff!! enjoy!! (i know the tenses are messy lol sorry)

@fandersfic-roceit @fandersfic-anxceit @fandersfic-prinxiety

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Roman thought he was perfectly charming, thank you very much! Why, it was right there in his last name. Roman Prince. Prince Charming. See! He was an absolute gentleman, if he did say so himself. And, well, if you didn’t believe him, you could always ask his big brother! Patton said it all the time! He said that Roman was kind and chivalrous and passionate. He said that Roman cared about the people he loved!

If only all older brothers were as sweet as Patton was.

It hadn’t even been Roman’s idea, first of all! … Mostly. Okay, so it hadn’t been his own original idea but it might have been his idea to give it a try. He’d done plenty of research, though, in making sure that it was safe and that neither of them would get hurt! He was far too attached to Damien to even imagine letting him get injured. It was going to make for a really cool video, okay? Both of their channels had been lacking in content lately, what with being busy with college; this way, they’d each have a video to post! The plan was that they’d be shot from very different point of views with titles that were just enough clickbait without actually being false.

“my boyfriend shoots my brother” was true, technically, even if it was going to put Roman in Virgil’s bad graces for a little while. It wasn’t like it’d be all that big a difference, to be fair, since Virgil definitely still kinda sorta hated Roman on some level. No amount of insisting from Damien would convince Roman otherwise. Despite the fact that they’d been dating for nearly a year now (with even more time as each other’s closest rivals), Virgil still had yet to warm up to Roman. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve the dagger-filled glares, to be honest, but Roman was nothing if not resilient!

(And charming, in case you forgot. He’d worm his way into Virgil’s heart eventually!)

“confetti cannon gone wrong” really didn’t even begin to cover the premise of Roman’s video. Listen, though, you don’t just find a pretty pink confetti cannon slash gun at the thrift store and not buy it. He’d checked online afterwards and found that they ran well over two hundred dollars and this one had only cost him fifty! The best part was that it actually worked. After he and Patton had cleaned up that mess, Roman had video called Damien and… Alright, well, between you and me, this really had all been Roman’s original idea. He wasn’t one to half-ass his vlogs but if asked, surely it had been done before by some other popular Youtuber, and look Virgil, it wasn’t all him, he’d just been inspired!

“What if I shoot Virgil with a confetti cannon? I’ll even get it in purple and black!”

Damien normally had a very good poker face but apparently the idea of messing with his brother had peaked his interest. Roman swooned at the grin that lit up his boyfriend’s face. “That is a terrible idea. Let’s do it and see what happens.”

Which led them here, cameras hidden in Virgil’s room to capture every glorious second. It’d have to be quick, Damien had said, because Virgil was far too aware of his surroundings for them to successfully sneak around for long. Making the executive decisions to skip classes that day, Damien and Roman cleared enough space in Virgil’s closet for Roman to hide in. It was significantly more difficult to make sure there was enough room for the confetti cannon, but they managed. Somehow. Let’s chalk it up to the fact that they’re both dangerously creative.

If Virgil was suspicious of Damien being home on a day he’d normally have rehearsal, he didn’t say anything about it. If anything, it was the fact that Damien was filming in the kitchen. Nothing good ever came from Damien’s vlogs. Virgil shuddered just thinking about the sibling tag video they’d done last year. Sure enough, the moment Virgil was kicking his shoes off in the entryway, Damien was sidling up beside him.

“Oh dearest brother, won’t you tell my darlings what antics you’ve been up to lately?” Damien asked, practically simpering.

Virgil squinted at him before turning the distrustful stare towards the camera. “You know, the usual. Putting the fear of God into freshies, inciting agitation in my professors for being opinionated, hacking Lyft reviews and fixing driver ratings if they got one star just for ‘not smiling enough.’ Nothing new.”

“Truly, a man of the people.”

Virgil rolled his eyes.

“And how’s starboy?”

Damien delighted in the way his brother went red at the simple mention of his crush.

“I’M GOING TO MY ROOM,” he announced loudly, disappearing from the frame so quickly, he might as well have been a cryptid avoiding being caught on tape.

Which… isn’t entirely inaccurate.

“Too easy,” Damien said, laughing under his breath. “Now, darlings, comes the fun part.”

Now imagine with me, if you will, cutting to Roman’s video. Virgil storming into his room, muttering things like “stupid soft hair” and “eyes like glittering constellations.” Throwing his backpack aside and then throwing himself onto his bed and screaming into a pillow.

Roman very nearly lost his composure at the sight of normally so stoic, so edgy Virgil having a meltdown over a cute boy. He would cut this while editing, of course, it wasn’t like he needed Virgil to hate him any more, but like hell he didn’t plan on using it as blackmail in the future.

You might be wondering, “where does the ‘gone wrong’ come in?”

Well, nowhere in their plans had they anticipated Virgil opening the closet doors himself. Roman shooting his boyfriend’s brother was supposed to be from a distance, maybe with him sitting at his computer, or while lounging in bed. He was not supposed to have shot Virgil directly in the chest while screaming half in terror and half in shock. Virgil was not supposed to stumble backwards, trip over his backpack, and fall onto the pile of blankets and pillows he’d shoved off of his bed and onto the floor this morning. This puts him entirely out of shot, by the way, leaving the viewer wondering whether or not he’s alive.

Roman, still screaming as he scrambled out of the closet and grabbed the camera, running out of the room would not ease any worries the viewers might have.

Of course, Roman screaming was not part of the plan either, and so Damien had some concerns. “I wonder if my brother has finally murdered my boyfriend,” he would say, perfectly casual despite the sudden racing of his heart.

“I SHOT HIM,” Roman shouted the moment his eyes landed on Damien. “Oh my GOD, he’s DEAD.”

Before either could say much else, Virgil came stomping into the living room. “I’m not dead but you’re about to be.” (The threat didn’t carry much weight seeing as he was covered in confetti but we won’t tell him that.)

“Now, now,” Damien said, stifling his laughter at the fact that Roman was cowering behind him. Oh, his poor sweet brave prince. “Maybe instead, Roman could do something to make it up to you?”

“Babe!” Roman hissed.

Virgil crossed his arms over his chest. “He could break up with you so I never have to see his stupid face ever again.”

Damien double checked to make sure his camera was still running. He couldn’t wait to use this to humiliate Virgil in front of Logan.

“That’s hardly fair,” Damien responded, pouting. “I love him, you know.”

Roman squeaked.

“He owes me Chipotle for a month.”

“Wh-!”

“Two months.”

“I am a broke college freshman!”

Virgil’s raised eyebrows and his slow lifting of three fingers shuts Roman up.

“I think that’s acceptable,” Damien concurred solemnly. He looked over his shoulder at Roman. “Is that alright with you, dear?”

For a moment, silence followed as Virgil and Roman glared at each other. Damien would interrupt with a loud, over exaggerated sigh if he wasn’t getting such a kick out of this.

“Fine,” Roman said finally, pouting.

“Fine,” Virgil echoed, smirking. “Still don’t like you, though.”

“I’m perfectly likable!” Roman cried as Virgil turned and left, brushing the confetti out of his hair.

“Yes,” Damien hummed, finally turning the camera off. He turned to his boyfriend. “I’m inclined to agree.” Kissing Roman tasted as sweet as it always did, especially when he went and carded his hand through Damien’s hair. However, it could be made better…

“I meant it, by the way,” Damien murmured, brushing his fingers through the curls at the nape of Roman’s neck. “About loving you.”

Ah, yes, there it was. Roman blushed, bright and pretty, stammering through at least five responses before he finally gave up and just pulled Damien back in for another kiss. He had no doubt that Roman would have his own poetic declaration figured out eventually, but for now… Well, Damien had nothing to complain about.

#sanders sides fan fiction #roceit #anxceit #prinxiety #ts deceit #romantic roceit #dani writes

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omilove · 5 years

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Stud-Chapter 1

Hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: Future smut (I mean literal sin)

Co-writer: @livingtheoklife

Chapter One

Brian…

Poor Brian was a freshly out of the closet college student who was friends with the most open homosexual couple at their university. Freddie Mercury an Imperial art student and John Deacon an electronics student at Chelsea College. For the longest time, Brian was just the poodle that trailed behind them both, being the third wheel. Now, Freddie refuses to let Brian third wheel after he came out to Deaky and Freddie. So now on this rainy Thursday evening, Brian was being pushed toward a bar. The bright sign outside the door read “Innuendo”. Brian prayed that this was just a pub, that they were just going to get a few drinks and then go home. Freddie approached the bouncer.

“Welcome back boys. Go on in.” The bouncer said. Freddie and Deaky were making their way in, Brian keeping his head down but the bouncer stopped him.

“Password?” He asked. Brian looked up at Freddie and Deaky who left him behind.

“Eh... I’m with Freddie.” Brian mumbled.

“He didn’t mention you bud so again password?” Brian was shaking like a leaf in autumn. He was about to turn around and call a cab but a familiar blond stepped up next to him. The bouncer opened the door for the stranger but the blond leaned in, “For further reference mate, the password is Misfire.” He shot a quick wink before walking inside the bar. He looked up at the bouncer who was holding the door open.

“I..I didn’t say the password?”

“You don’t need to. If Rogerina talks to you then you are welcomed in.” Brian was slightly confused but he didn’t let the offer drift off into the air. He quickly walked into the bar where he was surrounded by shirtless men galore. He felt his face quickly heat up at the sight. He was glued to the spot until he noticed Freddie, sitting at the bar with his lover. He quickly made his way over, keeping his gaze on the floor.

“There you are Bri! Where did you wander off to?” Deaky asked.

“You guys left me outside.” He mumbled his response.

“What did you say, dear, the music is quite loud?” Brian scuffed, dismissing the question. He ordered a drink before sitting on a stool next to Freddie.

“So why are we here again Fred?” Brian asked.

“You should find someone dear. Get some experience in this new world!” He exclaimed.

“He also wants you to meet one of his friends from school.” Deaky said. Brian just nodded and continued to sip on his mixed drink. Brian used this time to locate the highlighted areas, the bathroom, all the exits, the stage. After a few minutes had gone by he looked over at Freddie and Deaky, both talking to the bartender.

“Freddie, when am I meeting this friend of yours? I’d really like to go home.” Freddie glanced up to the clock, “He has his performance in about 2 minutes. We can sit at the bar or try to go up by the stage?” Freddie asked.

“I’d prefer to just stay where I’m at.” Brian said.

“Ok love.”

With Freddie’s exact timing the lights around the pub dimmed and the pole in the center of the stage was surrounded by bright lights. A figure moved toward the pole but he couldn’t get a good view until they stepped into the light. There was a girl at the pole in a slutty schoolgirl outfit, Brian was confused.

‘Isn’t this a gay bar?’ He asked himself. Both Deaky and Fred turned to look at the stage.

“Fred, I thought this was a gay bar? Why is there a girl dancing at the pole.” Freddie choked on his drink before he started laughing hysterically. Deaky, who was trying to keep his cool was also laughing.

“What? I’m serious!”

“Bri have you ever heard of Drag?” Deaky asked.

“No.”

“Oh, this is going to be an event. That up there is the all famous Ms. Rogerina. Also known as Roger Taylor, a guy.” It finally clicked in Brian’s head.

“Ohh.”

“Just watch the show dear. You may enjoy it.” Freddie winked at him before watching Rogerina. Brian turned his focus on the performance on stage. He watched as she moved around the pole, her skirt flying up in an attempt to tease the crowd. Brian couldn’t deny that it was a very hot performance but the drag part of the performance was still confusing to him.

A few songs and strip teases later her performance was done. Freddie and Deaky both stood whistling and clapping.

“Let’s go meet her backstage!” Freddie exclaimed, grabbing both Deaky and Brian. Both men were quickly dragged through the backstage door to where the blonde was sitting.

“Darling that was an amazing performance!” Freddie grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Great performance.” Deaky added. Brian was stuck in place, he had no idea what to say. Does he introduce himself, tell him about how great his performance was, or tell him how hot and bothered he was during that whole performance. Instead, he didn’t say anything but just stared at her. She faced Brian, walking over to him.

“Now, who's this? Oh, wait...I remember I got you in.” She said twirling a piece of Brian’s hair with her finger, ”What's your name, stud?” Brian looked up at Deaky and Freddie as an escape but both had a shitty smirk on their faces. He looked back down, he glanced into the sharp blue eyes in front of him but couldn’t hold the gaze. He darted his eyes to the floor before responding.

“I..um..I’m Brian.” He whispered his entire face red. She turned to look at Freddie.

“So this is the famous Brian you've been telling me about, you are right though, Fred dear, he is as handsome as you say.” She looked back at Brian, a smirk on her face. “It's nice to meet you, Brian.” She placed a kiss on Brian’s cheek, before turning on her heels making her way back the mirror. Brian felt like he was going to pass out from the amount of blood flowing to his head.

“I'll make sure to put this stud on the all-access list, I would like to see your sexy face more often.” She winked at him.

“This really isn’t my scene.” Brian whispered.

“You learn to love it.” She rested a hand on Freddie’s shoulder, “Closet case or a freshie?” She asked Fred. He had zero clue what she was asking but could only assume it is about him.

“Fresh out, about a week or two now.” Freddie responded, staring at the small blonde next to him.

“That's what I thought.” She giggled, ”Well I have to get back on the floors, drink duty tonight!” She finished touching up her makeup before skipping over to the backstage door.

“See yah later Freddie, Deaky, and it was a pleasure meeting you stud.” And like that she was gone out the door.

“You alright Bri?” Deaky asked.

“Can we go get a drink.” He croaked out. The other two boys giggled before they locked their arms with Brian’s and made there way back out to the bar.

They were back at their spot at the bar. Freddie requested cold water for the three of them. Brian quickly chugged down the water.

“Are you okay Brian?” Freddie said.

“Yeah, just ready to go home.”

“Stay, just for a bit longer!” Deaky demanded. Brian groaned in annoyance.

“Yeah, stay, the pub doesn’t close for another hour yah know.” Brian heard the familiar voice. The blush crept up his neck again, he glanced to his left to see the yellow and pink tie.

“That gives me an hour to get home.” Brian responded.

“Aw, come on.” She begged, ”I like you, please stay.”

Brian whined, “Okay.” He kept his gaze toward the floor. He didn’t want to give any different type of reaction. He heard a glass being set down in front of him and he looked up taking a sip of the water.

“Okay.” She giggled, stepping behind the bar to grab a drink for herself.

“Freddie and I are going to.. Eh.. talk with some friends. Don’t leave without us.” Deaky told Brian as he was being dragged away by Freddie. He sat up to look at his friend.

“That’s ok, I’ll be here.” He said.

“Thanks love!” Deaky responded before taking off with his boyfriend to a different part of the club. He didn’t want to know where and what they were going to do so he turned back to the bar where a set of baby blue eyes met his.

“So,” She blushed, her finger circled around her glass, “what’s your major?”

“Astrophysics, you?” He asked.

“Biology.” She smiled, looking down at her glass.

“I.. eh, I have to say your performance earlier was very,” He paused, unsure what was the best way to respond, “cute?” He didn’t want to come off as rude or pushy. But she clearly did not see it that way, instead she bursted out in laughter.

“You’re so adorable!” She cooed. Brian’s face went red in embarrassment. He took a sip of water and kept his eyes on the counter. He didn’t want to be awkward but her presence and voice were doing things to him.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed stud.”

“Sorry, just not used to this kind of attention. Not from guys or girls.” Brian said.

“Well, a cutie like you deserves more attention.”

“Thank you, Rogerina. You are very kind.”

‘and sexy.’ Brian said to himself.

“What do you do in your free time? Besides getting dragged places by Freddie and Deaky?” She snickered.

“Not really anything, mostly work.” He clarified.

“Mmm, I do pretty much the same, work, work, and more work.” She said, adjusting her hair.

“Yeah, but your job seems more interesting.” Brian laughed and added, “So why this type of job? Not to be offensive! I’m just curious.”

“Don't worry about it love, I get that question a lot, I would come here when I was still in the closet and became friends with Tim, the manager, and the other girls they convinced me to get a job here, it was something I was skeptical about but then when I started performing and dressing up...I felt free for the first time in a long time.” Rogerina said she placed her hand on Brian’s. He wanted to move his hand to intertwine their fingers but he kept his hand offly tense.

“That’s amazing,” He smiled, “Uh, so would you like to meet for lunch tomorrow? I mean if you are busy that is totally fine or if you just don’t want to go.” Brian mumbled the last part.

“I would love to.” She was equally as red as Brian now but Brian had perked up at the response and excitement rushed through his body.

“Really! What time works best for you!” He said, he knew he was being loud but he couldn’t contain his joy.

“Noon works!” She said.

Brian grabbed a napkin and a pen from behind the bar and quickly wrote an address down and his number.

“Meet here and that is my number.” He said, sliding the napkin to her. She quickly looked at it before folding it on sticking it into her bra.

“I’m looking forward to it stud.” She winked at him before walking away. Brian’s eyes followed her until she finally disappeared but his eyes were fixed on his two friends bolting over to him.

“So, you have plans for tomorrow darling?” Freddie was barely containing a laugh.

“It looks like it.” Brian smiled, he couldn’t wait for it.

“Rogerina”

Roger who was making his way towards his night job, parked in the pubs parking lot and made his way towards the front doors. Roger saw a vaguely familiar face, knowing that they went to the same college. Roger walked up to the bouncer who was heckling the boy.

Roger stopped next to the tall boy and the bouncer leaned in towards Brian and whispered, ”For further reference mate, the password is Misfire.” Roger winked before stepping inside.

Roger was backstage now with the others. He sat at a chair facing a mirror covered in lights. Roger brushed out his long blonde hair, styling it with a curling iron. He listened to the other banter or bicker with one another, giggling every once in a while. Tim, the pub manager, whipped the door open.

“Alright ladies, be done in 20 minutes and Rogerina dear you'll be the first one to go, then you're in drink duty.”

“Lovely.” Roger grinned as he started to do his makeup.

Surprisingly, Roger got done just in time, he was in his most iconic look that drove the others crazy. He slipped on his high heels and walked to the side of the stage, seeing the metal pole in the middle of it. The lights in the pub grew dark and a spotlight was directed towards the middle of the stage. That was her cue as she walked out promiscuously towards the pole. Her blonde hair had two black and white Polka dot bows placed perfectly on the sides of her head. He white shirt was unbuttoned rather sexually, her pink and yellow tie tied lazily. Her black skirt barely surpassed her thighs. Rogerina's school girl outfit was a crowd favorite and everyone cheered when seeing her. As she got to the middle of the stage, she gripped it, the music started playing, and she swung herself around it. From the crowd she looked weightless, her feminine body definitely worked in her favor with this crowd.

After her performance was done she slipped backstage to make way for another Queen. She sat done, touching herself up as she heard the door to the backstage open. She smiled when she saw Freddie, Deaky, and their friend.

“Darling that was an amazing performance!” Freddie picked up Rogerina's hand to plant a kiss onto it. Always such a gentleman Fred was.

“Great performance.” Deaky smiled.

“Oh thank you Lovies.” Rogerina breathed, she was such a convincing woman it was scary. She planted a kiss on both Freddie's cheek and John's cheek.

“Now, who's this? Oh, wait...I remember I got you in.” Rogerina sauntered over to Brian, twirling one of his hair coils around her pretty finger, ”What's your name, stud?”

“I..um..I’m Brian.” Rogerina turned to Freddie before making a “tsk” noise with her perfectly glossed lips.

“So this is the famous Brian you've been telling me about, you are right though, Fred dear, he is as handsome as you say.” Rogerina turned back to Brian with a smile as warm as the sun. “It's nice to meet you, Brian.” She said before softly kissing Brian's cheek and walking back to her spot.

“I'll make sure to put this stud on the all-access list, I would like to see your sexy face more often.” Rogerina gave Brian a sultry wink.

“This really isn’t my scene.” Brian whispered meekly, making Rogerina smile great big.

“You learn to love it.” She turned to Freddie, putting a hang on his shoulder. “Closet case or a freshie?” She asked in a lingo that went straight over Brian's head.

“Fresh out, about a week or two now.” Freddie answered as she nodded her head.

“That's what I thought.” She giggled, ”Well I have to get back on the floors, drink duty tonight!” She hopped up at of her seat and glided across the dressing room, she was so graceful.

“See yah later Freddie, Deaky, and it was a pleasure meeting you stud.” And like that she was back to work. Rogerina made her rounds before spotting the trio at the bar, making her way over to them, she overheard a snippet of their conversation.

“Stay, just for a bit longer!” Deaky ordered and she heard Brian groan in irritation. She smirked and leaned up against the bar between Deaky and Brian.

“Yeah, stay, the pub doesn’t close for another hour yah know.”

“That gives me an hour to get home.”

“Aw, come on.” She pouted, ”I like you, please stay.” Rogerina batted her eyelashes in an innocent begging look.

“Okay.” She smiled knowing how flustered she was making Brian, giggling before fetching herself a drink.

“Freddie and I are going to.. Eh.. talk with some friends. Don’t leave without us.” Deaky called as he began to drag Freddie away.

“That’s ok, I’ll be here.”

“Thanks love!” Deaky and Freddie disappeared and Brian turned to look into Rogerina’s eyes.

“So,” Rogerina looked away, a small blush forming on her cheeks. She traced the rim of her glass with her pink varnished finger, ”what’s your major?”

“Astrophysics, you?”

‘God, he’s too cute’ Rogerina thought to herself before she spoke, ”Biology.” She smiled still looking down at her glass.

“I.. eh, I have to say your performance earlier was very,” She looked over at him, her smile turned into a smirk as she cocked her eyebrow. “Cute?” Rogerina instantly burst out into laughter.

“You’re so adorable!” She cooed. Rogerina the sheer embarrassment radiating off of Brian. She placed a soft touch to Brian’s hand.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed stud.” Rogerina reassured.

“Sorry, just not used to this kind of attention. Not from guys or girls.”

“Well, a cutie like you deserve more attention.” She was leaning against the bar and took a swig of her drink.

“Thank you, Rogerina. You are very kind.”

Rogerina blushed more and started swaying her hips to the music. She looked around looking for Freddie and Deaky, when she saw that they were watching them like hawks, a smirk pulled at her lips. Of course, she had picked up on their intentions instantly, but they could at least be subtle about it. She looked up at Brian again.

“What do you do in your free time?” Rogerina giggled before adding, ”Besides getting dragged places by Freddie and Deaky?”

“Not really anything, mostly work.”

“Mmm,” She hummed with a nod, ”I do pretty much the same, work, work, and more work.” Rogerina shook her head, her hair falling perfectly over her shoulders.

“So why this type of job? Not to be offensive! I’m just curious.” Rogerina placed her hand on his.

“That’s amazing,” Brian’s smile made her heart flutter, ”Uh, so would you like to meet for lunch tomorrow? I mean if you are busy that is totally fine or if you just don’t want to go.”

Rogerina’s face turned completely red at this, she fiddled with her hair.

“I would love to.” She swallowed, her brain instantly questioned if it was a date or not.

“Really! What time works best for you!” Rogerina giggled at Brian’s enthusiasm.

“Noon works!” Her blue eyes were wide with excitement now. Brian started scribbling on a napkin and promptly slid it over to her.

“Meet here and that is my number.” She takes it, folds it up, and tucks it in her bra with a wink.

“I’m looking forward to it stud.” Rogerina rubbed his shoulder and walked away, her blonde hair bouncing. She could see Deaky and Freddie freaking out in the background, she snickered and disappeared behind the stage.

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Tagged: @discodeacygotmorerhythm @mayjohnson

#maylor #rogertaylor #brian may #brian may x roger taylor #Maylor fanfiction #Stud

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tk-duveraun · 5 years

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The Tower (Inverted) 20/?

Inquisition fic: Ancient Elf AU

Parts: 1-14 - 15 16 17 18 19

Notes: The Warden contacts are Carver and then Elissa and Nathaniel from Humility.

Both of Thedas’ moons lit the sands in the Western Approach. The bulk of the Inquisition’s forces would be arriving at Adamant Fortress with the siege engines. Kirtida rode ahead to meet with Hawke’s Warden contacts. Leliana had taken only Varric with her when she investigated the aptly-named Ritual Tower and discovered the nature of Corypheus’ demon army.

Cakara snored against Vasili’s back. Kir had questioned why she didn’t have her own mount, but Cakara’s vague claims of still being bad at riding weren’t the real reason. Vasili made a show of scoffing at every particularly loud snore, but out of the corner of her eye, Kir caught him squeezing her wrists.

Varric rode at the back of the party, writing notes and flirting with both Scout Captain Danvers and Scout Harding. Kir thought Harding was a better match. Danvers was too surly and too poor of a shot, despite her rank. Or maybe that’s why she was captain. Better at managing than at actually scouting? It would make sense.

Only Garrett Hawke’s piebald gelding walked with Kir’s hart.

“I read Tale of the Champion - well, most of it - and the only Warden you knew was Anders. How did you end up having contacts with the Wardens?” she asked.

He scratched his beard. “Let me guess: you skipped the expedition?”

A flush warmed Kir’s cheeks. “I don’t really like caves. Especially not after falling in that mine at Haven.”

“Carver got infected by Darkspawn. Anders convinced some Marcher Wardens to Join him, but he’s a prat, my brother.” Garrett chuckled. “Once he was done with his ran training, he skeeved off to work for Commander Cousland.”

Kir’s eyes went wide and she had to rub out the advantageous sand. “The Hero of Ferelden?”

“The one and only.” He laughed from the pit of his belly, waking Cakara for a moment. “Unfortunately for him, she’s an even bigger hardass than Stroud. Drags him around by the ear the way Beth used to.” He leaned back in his saddle and looked up at the moons. “They’re good for him. I can’t imagine Carver as a sailor.”

“You aren’t worried about losing him to Corypheus?” Kir bit her lip, thinking about her clan and how they refused to sit in Skyhold and tend refugees when they could help with scouting and fighting.

“There’s no power in here, the Fade or the Void that could take over that kid. Or if they did, he’d complain so much they begged for freedom from him within a day.”

Even in the low light of the moons, Kir could see the worry pulling at the edges of Garrett’s mouth and creasing his forehead. She pretended not to and forced out a laugh. “I’m surprised the Commander puts up with him. Leliana said she abandoned her responsibilities as soon as she could.”

“Abandoned is such a harsh word. She recruits. I mean, she must have sent back five whole candidates in the last ten years.” Garrett looked over at her and grinned. “Nah, I think she and her husband like having Ferelden company to bitch about Orlais with. They make ‘im wash the mabari and paint the kaddis.”

“Kaddis?”

“The special war paint mabari wear. I think it’s poisonous. Not as much as vitaar, of course, that wouldn’t be good for the dogs, but, you know, enough you want the freshie to handle it.”

“They sound like an interesting group. I wish we’d met under better circumstances.”

“Story of my life, Inquisitor.”

1-18 - 19 20 21 22

#the tower inverted fic #arthiel au #kirtida #cakara companion au #vasili companion au #aquila #aquila and juniper #my writing #vasilixcakara #elissa

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captainlilyuniverseworld · 7 years

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Hot Boyfriend

Anon asked for a prompt based on a post made by @bilesandthesourwolf and I hope they enjoy it :)

Summary: Simon and Jace have to start their college semester away from each other and all of Simon’s roommates think his boyfriend is fake.

Pairing: Jace/Simon

side pairing: Malec

Hot Boyfriend

“Still texting your imaginary boyfriend?” Raphael asked as he walked into the living room.

“He’s not imaginary,” Simon answered. “He is one hundred percent real.”

“And yet we have not seen this one hundred percent real man,” Raphael pointed out. He patted Simon’s head as he walked over to the mini fridge in the common room and grabbed a soda. “Don’t worry, Magnus went through the same phase.”

Simon swatted at his hand and put his phone away. “Magnus made up a fake boyfriend?”

He couldn’t really picture their RA having to make up a fake boyfriend. Maybe in some alternate universe, but in their current universe he highly doubted that.

“Oh yeah, sophomore year of college, he went around talking about having some hot foreign boyfriend, it got really funny when he met Alexander and the poor freshie thought Magnus actually had a boyfriend,” Raphael chuckled.

“Why did he make up a fake boyfriend?” Simon asked.

“Why did you make up a fake boyfriend?” Raphael asked.

“He is not fake,” Simon answered. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at the other. “Asshole.” He picked up his phone as he started vibrating. “Gotta take this.”

Raphael waved him off as Simon stood up and walked outside.

“Hey, thought you fell asleep,” Simon greeted.

There was a yawn on the other end of the line. “Almost, just poured some Redbull and espresso down my throat. Got a test to cram for.”

“You realize that’s counterproductive right? You’re less likely to remember everything you study for.”

“Oh yeah, talk nerdy to me babe.”

Simon rolled his eyes. “You’re a dork Jace.”

“Does a dork get A’s and B’s?” Jace asked.

“There are different types of dorks,” Simon pointed out. “I wish you didn’t have to spend your first term at NYU…”

“That makes two of us, my parents wanted me to help get Clary settled, and Maia is using me as her guinea pig while she gets her mixologist license. I’ve never been so scared to leave my dorm,” Jace told him.

“At least none of your roommates think your boyfriend's fake,” Simon chuckled.

“What about the pictures?” Jace asked.

“Photoshop,” Simon explained. “Not to mention you’re like some photogenic God that looks too good to not be an Abercrombie and Fitch model.”

“Hey, Halloween costume idea thanks.”

Simon could practically see Jace’s grin and he smiled a bit. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Jace told him. “Skype this weekend?”

“Can’t, my RA is taking us to Pandemonium and since my boyfriend’s fake, they’re going to attempt to get me laid,” Simon answered.

Jace snorted. “I wish them luck...took me forever to get in your pants.”

“And I rocked your world,” Simon grinned.

“Yes, yes you did,” Jace chuckled. “Well have fun and if you do happen to get laid, don’t forget to wrap your willy.”

“Tell the girls I said hi,” Simon told him.

“Always...love you,” Jace added.

“Love you too.” Simon blushed a little as he hung up and nearly jumped a foot in their air when he saw Alec leaning in the doorway as he turned around.

“Son of a bitch, you need a cat bell,” Simon huffed. “Where’s Magnus? Aren’t you two attached at the hip?”

“He wanted to change before we left for the movie,” Alec answered. “You know, if you have a boyfriend, why are you agreeing to go out with us on Saturday?”

“You heard that?” Simon asked.

“Only the last part,” Alec answered.

“I am getting you a cat bell,” Simon repeated. He shrugged. “It’s just how Magnus is. He’s just trying to help….you’re dating him, you know how he is about helping people.”

Alec glanced over in the direction of Magnus’s room and smiled a bit. “Yeah, I do.” He looked back at Simon and raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“....You just smiled…” Simon pointed out. “I have never seen you smile…”

Alec rolled his eyes.

“Are you two playing nice?” Magnus asked as he walked over. He wrapped his arms around Alec from behind and rest his chin on Alec’s shoulder.

“You know your boyfriend can smile?” Simon asked.

Magnus grinned. “Alec has a gorgeous smile doesn’t he? He’s even more beautiful when he blushes~”

“We’re gonna miss the movie…” Alec cleared his throat awkwardly and started to turn.

“We’ll be back later, try not to burn down the apartment,” Magnus said as they walked out.

Simon looked down at his phone at the lockscreen picture of himself and Jace taken just before the end of summer. He had convinced Jace to make a heart with him using their fingers. Jace had then of course kissed him as Clary took the picture and the heart came out more like a circle.

“Drink,” Raphael said interrupting his thoughts.

Simon looked up and saw him holding out a bottle of beer to him.

“Isn’t that Magnus’s good beer?” Simon asked.

“Yep,” Raphael smiled as he twisted off the cap.

“He’s going to kill you,” Simon chuckled as they sat back down on the couch.

“Worth it,” Raphael shrugged.

Simon frowned as he stared at his phone. It had been almost three days since he’d heard from Jace and he didn’t know whether to be worried or upset.

“Earth to Simon,” Magnus said. He reached over pinched his arm.

“Ow. What?” he frowned.

“You’ve been staring at your phone for the past hour,” Magnus answered. “You have that kicked puppy look Alec gets when he and I can’t hang out.”

“I do not look like a kicked puppy,” Alec said.

“You do, but it’s cute,” Magnus told him.

Alec sank a little in his seat and drank his coffee.

Simon started to speak when his phone began playing Jace’s personal ringtone. He excused himself from the table and walked outside as he answered.

“Where the hell have you been? I was worried,” Simon answered.

“Sorry, I got finished with finals and Clary needed me for her class and then I just got busy,” Jace told him.

“What’s busier than calling me to let me know you haven’t died of a Red Bull and espresso overdose?” Simon frowned.

“Showing up in person to let you know I haven’t died of a Red Bull and Espresso overdose,” Jace answered. “Turn around.”

“If this is another one of your jokes Jace, I swear to-” Simon cut himself off as he turned around and saw Jace standing a few feet off.

“I swear, if you do that running and jump hug thing they do in the movies I’m going back to NYU,” Jace told him.

Simon rolled his eyes. “No you won’t.”

“Yeah...I won’t,” Jace chuckled. They hung up and Jace made a dramatic show of throwing open his arms, and in doing so managed to smack Magnus in the face as he and Alec walked outside.

Simon winced and hurried over.

“Crap, I am so sorry,” Jace apologized.

“What the hell goldilocks?” Magnus winced and shot him a glare.

“Goldilocks? Who are you calling goldilocks, sparkles,” Jace frowned.

“Magnus let it go, you’re not even bleeding,” Alec tried to calm him down.

“Let it go? He just hit me in the face,” Magnus was still glaring at Jace. “Who does he think he is? Throwing his arms open like some cliche rom-com love interest?”

“Uh...this is Jace….my boyfriend,” Simon answered. “The one from the pictures...Jace this is Magnus, my RA and his boyfriend Alec.”

“You’re dating this heathen?” Magnus asked.

“Who are you calling heathen?” Jace asked.

“The man who hit me in the face,” Magnus answered.

“Well maybe your face shouldn’t have been in the way of my hand,” Jace shrugged.

“How about you put your face in front of my hand, and I’ll return the favor,” Magnus shot back.

Alec sighed and hoisted Magnus over his shoulder fireman style. Simon did not miss the casual once over Alec gave Jace and shot Simon an approving look.

“Enjoy your heartfelt reunion,” Alec said as he turned and carried Magnus away.

“Now where were we-”

“Hey Goldilocks,” Magnus called back.

Simon and Jace turned to see Magnus flipping Jace off.

“Ignore him,” Simon said. “He’s can be a bit of a drama queen. Once he calms down he’ll be cool.”

Simon looked at his phone as it buzzed.

I do not approve-MB

Simon rolled his eyes and put his phone in his pocket. He wrapped his arms around Jace’s neck.

“I believe we were about to have a heartfelt reunion?” Simon asked.

Jace grinned and leaned in to meet him for a kiss.

#the mortal instruments #jimon #Jace Herondale #simon lewis #magnus bane #raphael santiago #alec lightwood

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ashilrak · 7 years

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You’ve locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so I’ll let you into mine (Jamilton)

There were many things running through Thomas’ head when he saw his neighbor standing in front of his apartment door, yelling into his phone. Thomas’ mind was filled with the sweet images of the relaxing evening ahead of him, the first in many weeks. He had fresh ingredients waiting in his fridge, a playlist on his phone, and candles for a bath before bed.

A crack of thunder filled the air before Thomas could unlock his door and he turned to face his neighbor just as the man hung up his phone and kicked the still-closed door. He took in a breath. “Hey, do you need help?”

His neighbor sighed and leaned his forehead against the door. “No, it’s fine. I’m locked out of my apartment. One of my friends knows how to pick locks, so I’m just trying to get a hold of him.”

“Right.” Thomas opened his door. There was another crack of thunder. “There’s a storm rolling in. Do you want to sit down or something while waiting for your friend?”

His neighbor looked at him for a moment and then stood up. “Sure. I’m Alex, by the way. Alexander Hamilton.”

“Thomas Jefferson.” He held the door open and let Alex walk in ahead of him. “I was planning on making dinner. Depending on how long you end up staying, I always make too much for one person.”

Alex toed off his shoes and set his bag down, fiddling with the phone in his hand and looking around the apartment. “Dinner sounds great. I’d say I’d provide drinks, but we might have to save that for another time.”

He hung up his coat. “Of course.”

“What are you making?”

“Some sort of pasta.” Thomas walked into the kitchen and gestured to the breakfast bar for Alex to sit. “I usually let the ingredients guide me.”

Alex snorted. “You let the ingredients guide you? Really?”

He turned toward the fridge. “Hey, I don’t have to let you into my home or offer you food.”

“That’s fair.” Alex’s voice was quieter.

He grabbed the brita pitcher. “Do you want anything to drink? I have water, green juice, coconut water, and some wine if that’s more your speed.”

“Nah, I’m good.” Alex was looking down at his phone. “Thanks though.”

“Not a problem.” He grabbed the tomatoes and spinach from the fridge. “Have you gotten a hold of your friend yet?”

Alex shook his head. “No. He didn’t answer his phone earlier, and Herc said he hadn’t heard from him in a while. He hasn’t read any of my texts so who knows?”

Thomas nodded. “Do you have anyone else you can get a hold of to help?”

“Probably, but I don’t really want to bother them on a Friday night. It’d just end up with me staying at their place while waiting for John.”

He grabbed a pan. “Why don’t you call a locksmith?”

“Why would I pay someone to do what John will do for free?”

“Fair.” He turned on the stove. “Well, I’ve been told my couch is pretty comfortable if you end up not being able to get a hold of your guy.”

Alex smiled, and for the first time Thomas noticed Alex was attractive in that weird way - not conventional by any means, but still managed to catch his eye. “Thanks man, I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t worry about. Just don’t make a habit of it, yeah?”

“Of course.” Alex laughed. “So, Thomas, what do you do?”

“I teach. What about you?”

Alex tapped his fingers on the granite counter top. “I work for Senator George Washington, actually.”

“That’s the guy that twitter is rallying behind, right?”

Alex laughed. “You know it, and you’re looking at the guy responsible.”

“Impressive.”

“I try.”

Before long, Thomas was pouring them both a glass of wine and setting two plates of pasta down. The conversation flowed, each prodding each other for details, and poking holes in opinions that came up. Their voices filled the room, and Thomas couldn’t remember the last time he had been so engaged in a conversation.

“Wait, so you’re telling me you actually had a student send you a dick pic?” Alex’s eyed were bright.

Thomas couldn’t contain the laughter and almost spilled his wine all over himself. “Yes! I assume, and hope, he had meant to send something else - the picture title was random - but oh my god I almost spat my coffee out over the poor freshman I was talking to when I opened it.”

“The freshie probably deserved it.”

“Hey!” Thomas shifted his weight forward. “That’s my student you’re talking about.”

Alex raised his hands. “I’m just saying.”

“Right.”

Alex took another sip of his wine and smirked. “You know, if it had been a dick pic from me it wouldn’t have been an accident.”

Thomas wasn’t successful in stopping himself from spitting the wine all over Alex that time.

#Ask #Nonny #Hamilton #Jamilton #Drabble

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heyhyuck-blog · 7 years

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Help From Hyungs (Jisung Hogwarts!AU)(requested)

Hey guys! So I added SR17G into this (bc I’m legit so excited for their debut my daughters aww)(But it’s really only Hina and then mentions of the others, sorry) and here are their houses: Hina: Slytherin, Koeun: Gryffindor, Yiyang: Ravenclaw, Ningning: Hufflepuff, Hyerin: Gryffindor, Lami will end up as a Hufflepuff. Enjoy!

Genre: Fluff

Tags: none

Characters: Park Jisung, Y/N

Word Count: 1,725

“Look at our baby Jisung, being sorted into Slytherin. I was kinda surprised, actually. I thought you would be a Gryffindor. I’m glad you’re with us, though!” Renjun smiled at the younger boy, nudging him on the shoulder. Jisung just stifled a laugh and looked at the floor.

“I’m just angry that there weren’t that many kids sorted in Slytherin this year. Damn evil people, always making our house look bad.” Donghyuck pouted, walking on the other side of Jisung.

“Not all Slytherins, am I right?” Jisung muttered, embarrassed by his own comment. Donghyuck’s loud laugh stifled a small giggle from behind them.

Saying that Jisung was nervous was quite the understatement. In fact, he was absolutely terrified. Sure, he was a pureblood with parents that had been sorted into Slytherin themselves, but they would never tell him what it was like.

He was terrified that he wouldn’t make friends because of the stigma around Slytherin, even though it had lifted a little bit. He was terrified that he would end up as one of those bad people. However, he was most terrified of other people in his house.

“Hyung, I’m scared.” He suddenly blurted out. Donghyuck let out another laugh, embarrassing Jisung even further.

“Don’t worry, Jisung. It’s not as scary in the dungeons as one might think.” Renjun placed an awkwardly protective arm around Jisung, it was only awkward seeing that Jisung was significantly taller that Renjun.

When the whole house arrived at the common room, the incoming first years were instructed to stay in the common room while the older kids went to bed. Jisung, not knowing where to stand, ended up by himself.

“Hey freshies, I’m your prefect for this year. My name is Yuta, and this is my lovely assistant, Taeyong. He’s cool, I guess.” The upperclassmen addressed the first years very casually, which threw almost all of them off guard.

“Yuta, you’re scaring the kids.” Taeyong shoved Yuta’s shoulder lightly, which made Yuta stumble a little bit. “Sorry about him. I’m Taeyong, and we’re the head prefects for Slytherin this year. If you need anything, you can talk to us.” Taeyong then went on to explain the dormitory system and eating schedules.

Jisung went to bed that night thinking about how his life would play out here.

******

“Okay, you have to meet some of my friends. They’re pretty darn great!” Your long time friend and neighbor back home, Hina, dragged you down to the common room the next morning. It was safe to assume that you weren’t exactly ready to meet people yet- your hair a mess, crust in the corners of your eyes, and pajamas still on your body. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as Hina practically dislocated your shoulder from tugging on your arm.

“Yo, Hina! We’ve got new meat for our cult- I mean friend group!” A male voice called from down in the common room.

“Same, Donghyuck! This is Y/N, they’re my neighbor that Yiyang and I talk about a lot!” You opened your eyes to see three boys in front of you. One had brown hair and a tall nose, a wide grin plastered on his face. You assumed that was Donghyuck. One had dyed orange hair and soft features, you didn’t know who he was. The last one, standing in between the previous two, was very tall and had light brown hair. He seemed surprised and mildly terrified.

“H-hi, I’m Y/N.” You muttered out, your voice not quite ready for the day yet. The one with the dark brown hair, Donghyuck, stuck his hand out.

“I’m Donghyuck. The carrot-head over there is Renjun, this is Jisung. Jisung’s a newbie, like you, I’m assuming.” You shook his hand and nodded in agreement, taking the faces and names into memory.

“Y/N here should probably go get dressed. Go, shoo.” Hina pushed you back towards the dorms and you stumbled in to get dressed.

*****

It had been a couple of months since you had arrived at Hogwarts. You had become close friends with Donghyuck and Renjun, but Jisung never really seemed to talk to you. He spent most of his time with a Ravenclaw first year named Chenle, and he had also gotten close to Mark and a few of Renjun’s friends, Jeno and Jaemin.

You were walking back from Herbology, and it just so happened to be pouring rain outside. You, luckily, had brought an umbrella with you so that you wouldn’t get soaked on your way back from the greenhouse. However, an unlucky soul hadn’t bothered to check the weather report.

You held the umbrella above Jisung’s head as he attempted to shove his herbology notes under his cloak. “Need some help?” You asked, flashing a small smile at him. He looked up at you and stood up straight, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Uh, yeah, thanks.” He smiled back at you. “Do you want me to hold the umbrella? I’m taller, so…” You handed him the umbrella and he easily held it above his head.

“Man, class seemed really long today.” You yawned a bit, the rain making you sleepy.

“Yeah, it seemed like Professor Longbottom would never stop talking.” Jisung laughed a bit. Not knowing what else to say, you two walked in an uncomfortable silence back to the Slytherin common room to prepare for dinner.

“Thank you,” Jisung handed the umbrella back to you when you got back to the common room, “I’ll see you at dinner.” He dashed up the stairs to the dorms at what seemed like the speed of light. A voice cleared her throat from the other side of the common room. You looked over to see Hina and Donghyuck lounging in chairs and attempting to study, smirks on their faces.

“May I inquire as to what just happened?” Hina asked, raising one eyebrow.

“What? I just let him use my umbrella on the way back from Herbology. Not a big deal.” You slightly rolled your eyes, catching onto what the two were insinuating.

“Probably not what he thinks…” Donghyuck muttered, barely loud enough for you to hear. Your face turning a light shade of pink, you made your way up to the dorms to prepare for dinner.

*****

“Hyungs, you have to help me!” Jisung dramatically called, plopping down next to Chenle in the great hall.

“Is this about Y/N? Because, if so, I totally called it.” Donghyuck called, lightly pointing at Jisung.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa- is this the Y/N that I know?” Mark waved his hands, obviously out of the loop on what’s happening.

“Yes- to both of those.” Jisung hid his head in his hands, prepared to face teasing from his hyungs.

“Our Jisungie is in love, how precious. I’m going to get you two together if it’s the last thing I do!” Donghyuck called, probably a lot louder than he thought he did. Mark slapped his hand over Donghyuck’s mouth and shushed him, half of the great hall was staring right at their group.

Jisung could feel the heat rising even further on his cheeks, his embarrassment through the roof.

“Okay, I will admit, it’s really cute. But we gotta give Jisung some space, he looks like he’s about to pass out-” Renjun, placed a calming hand on Jisung’s back before Chenle interrupted him.

“Screw that! Where’s Y/N, we gotta let them know everything-” Chenle was then interrupted by Jeno.

“No way! We gotta be more subtle about it, ya know?” Jeno looked around for approval from the others. Jaemin nodded.

“Jeno’s right. We gotta form a plan.”

“Don’t worry, already got one. It should be pretty easy, all it involves is us, the room of requirement, and those two. Also midnight.” Donghyuck listed off the requirements on his fingers.

“Why do all of your plans have to happen at midnight?” Mark shook his head at Donghyuck.

“Do you have a better plan?”

“…You got me there. Let’s do it.” Mark, the unappointed leader of the group, gave in to Donghyuck’s plan.

Jisung still had his very red face in his hands.

*****

You were shaken awake at some ungodly hour of the night by Hina.

“Hina, it’s late and I have an early morning class tomorrow, come on-”

“Come with me, it’s important.” Hina whispered, casting a light spell on her wand as she dragged you out of the Slytherin common room and through the dungeons.

Maybe it was your fatigue or poor lighting at this time of night, but a door seemed to appear in front of you on the wall. Hina dragged you through the door and you were greeted by bright lights and way too many people for this late at night.

“Okay, good luck. Do your thing, Jisung.” Mark called as he shooed all of the other people to a side room of the large open space. You could tell that all of the others were trying to listen in on your conversation because you could hear clattering and a lot of whisper-shouting.

Jisung didn’t look you in the eyes. He looked behind you, at the ground, at the ceiling, everywhere but your eyes. You began to shiver from the stone cold room, cursing yourself for not grabbing something to cover your arms while Hina dragged you to wherever you were now.

“Okay so there’s something I want to tell you.” Jisung spurted out, eventually.

“Wha-” You started to reach for his hand.

“I really like you.” You immediately retracted your hand, your face turning a bright scarlet color. Jisung had his eyes completely shut, his nose scrunched up. His hair was messy from previous sleep, a too-large sweatshirt covering his shoulders.

“I-um, I don’t know what to say…” You giggled a bit, only as a defense mechanism. You could see his shoulders drop in disappointment. “Actually, I do, I like you too.” You hears a light squeal from Donghyuck, which was promptly silenced, probably by Mark. Jisung’s head snapped up, a look of shock on his face.

“You’re not joking, right?” He asked, his voice small but his eyes big.

“Of course not.” You reached for his hand again, he brought you in for an awkward hug.

“Ah, young love.” Jaemin cooed from the other room. You giggled into Jisung’s warm shoulder, both your and his faces staying a light red.

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