#oh and yeah the press is clearly being intervened. it's pathetic really

[talas-starlight]

Scarred Spirits - Zuko x fem! reader (pt.5)

SUMMARY: y/n wakes up in an unfamiliar place and tries to find her way back to her mission (i suck at summaries LOL)

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

WARNINGS: swearing, fighting? kinda?

OTHER PARTS:  pt1   /   pt2 /   pt3 /   pt4 /   pt6

MASTERLIST: Here!

A/N: anddddd we’re back!!! hehe thank you to everyone who has been so so patient with me i am so greatful && hopefully youre just as excited as i am for this series heheh

Bricks. You felt as though you were just hit with a tonne of bricks. The idea of even opening your eyes to the harsh sunlight, which you could feel through your eyelids felt like the worst idea in the world. Your dry throat didn’t help at all either. Maybe if I just lay wherever the fuck I am, I’ll magically gain the energy to move again. Or better yet, maybe the ground will swallow me whole, and I can forget about this mission altogether.

Abruptly interrupting your painful stillness on the ground, there was a small kick into your left side. The sudden shock immediately sent your brain swirling into all the ways you could eliminate whoever disturbed your peace.

“Hey… I think she’s dead.”

Ah, the wonderful sound of an annoying, teenage boy. They’ll be easy to take out.

A second female voice emerged. “She's not dead Sokka! She's literally breathing!" Sokka? As in Hakodas son? Oh Spirits, you never fail to amaze me with how you choose to dictate my life. Hmmm, then that means the girl is Katara. Yay.

"Yeah?! Then why the hell hasn't she even moved a single inch since we found her!"

"Well, maybe she's protesting against your annoying poking!" Spirits they're annoying and loud.

A third voice attempted to intervene, "Guys…. Stop, she's fine. Trust me." Hmm, that's considerably younger. 10 years old perhaps? Or a bit older? 12 maybe? Male?

"Oh yeah? How can you be so sure Aang."

"Well Katara is right, she is breathing for one. But…. There's something else about her, I can feel it."

"What? Like an avatar thingy?"

"Yeah."

Wait the Avatar? Wasn't he on that dragon from when I was-

"Hmmm right, well what are we going to do with her?" At that statement, the annoying boy who seemed to be so confident that you were dead, kicked you again. Sick of his irritable presence, with as much strength you could muster, you took your right hand quickly snatching his ankle, and yanking it towards you, causing him to lose balance and ultimately backwards. Letting out a high-pitched yelp as he thudded onto the hard ground, you quickly rose to your knees. Taking the hand gripped around his ankle to tug him closer to you, you moved between his legs until you were able to straddle his waist, placing all of your weight on top of him. Finally, you grabbed both his arms, holding them above his head, completely hindering him from moving.

"If you kick me one more time, or even trying anything like that again, I WILL chop your legs off. Got it?"

Staring at you with pure horror in his eyes, he visibly gulped, nodding. "Yes! Yes! Hear it loud and clear. Totally got it! Just call me Sokka, the guy with perfect understanding."

Moving your right hand from his wrists, you firmly gripped his jaw, forcing him to keep eye contact with you. Taking in his scared features, you smirked even though he couldn't see it. "You sure about that, water boy?"

"YES! YES!", frantically nodding, you could tell that if you kept pressing on, he'd probably burst into tears soon. Bringing his voice down to a pathetic whimper, he let out, "please don't hurt me."

Finally lifting yourself off him, you let out a dry laugh, satisfied with his compliance. "Uh-huh. Right."

Turning your head to the people that belonged to the other two voices, you took in their stunned and weakly defensive stances. Chest heaving at your sudden physical movements, you nodded, acknowledging them. "Hey, Avatar. Katara. So, where am I?"

After a few moments of silence, the Avatar spoke up first. “You’re just outside of Omashu.”

Katara elbowed Aang, instantly alarmed at his calm nature towards you. “Aang! You can’t just say that. We don’t know who this person is or how she even knows my name! She could be with the Fire Nation for all we know!”

“Katara it’s alright! Calm down.”

“Calm down?! She just attacked Sokka! I mean, rightfully so- but it’s a little suspicious. We don’t know who she is or her intentions.”

Sighing, you looked around, taking in your surroundings. It seemed that rocky mountains surrounded you with a small group of tents in the distance. Interesting… why are they all Earth Kingdom people, when Omashu is so close by?

Shifting your attention back towards the three, you decided against telling them who you were. “It doesn’t matter how I know any of your names. What matters is that I need to get back to my original mission.”

Sokka scoffed, moving to stand beside his sister. “Your mission? Let me guess; you’re here to kill Aang too.”

Raising an eyebrow, his eyes immediately widened in fear. “Trust me, water boy, if I wanted him dead, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. I’m here on… other confidential business.” Met with silence from all three of them you moved on, “so let me guess, you found Omashu invaded by the Fire Nation, and you three were the ones that helped that tiny camp of people over there escape from their rule. Interesting choice considering there are bigger things you should be worrying about. Yet, why are all of you still here? Surely the Avatar and his friends don’t need to train them in how to look after themselves.”

“We’re going back into Omashu. To make a trade for King Bumi and to give the governor his son back.” Why does he keep willingly give me information? Now that’s interesting. I can barely feel any fire within him either, it’s almost as if it's not there at all…

“Okay. I’ll accompany you all into Omashu, and once we arrive within the city, we’ll go our separate ways.”

“Sure!”

“NO!”

“NO!”

Bursting out into a fit of laughter, you shook your head at the water tribe siblings. “Naw, it’s sweet how you think you all have a choice in this. Don’t worry, nothing will happen to any of you, I’m just hitching a ride and you’ll never have to see me again. Regardless, Aang said yes, and considering he’s the Avatar and all, I think his choice overrules yours.”

Katara didn’t seem to like your suggestion that her and Sokka’s opinion didn’t matter. “No, it doesn’t work like that! We’re a family, and we make these decisions together! You can’t just wake up after who knows how long you were laying there for, and expect us to trust you immediately! For one, you attacked Sokka a little too easily without any bending, and you literally said that you were on a mission! If I’m honest, you sound like trouble, especially since we don’t even know your name! Or what you even look like!”

“Just as I said before, it doesn’t matter. It’s sweet you all care enough about each other’s safety, but I’m not here to cause any of you ‘trouble’. Get me inside Omashu, and we’ll never have to speak or interact ever again. If it means so much to you, I’ll let water boy tie me up, and watch me the entire journey there as reparations for my small attack against him. How does that sound?”

Aang more than satisfied with your offer let out a quick, “Yes!”.

Grumbling under her breath Katara shook her head, clearly understanding that this was as good as it was going it get. “Fine. But he ties you up now. If I see you even move an inch out of line, don’t think I’ll go easy on you. I am a waterbender after all.”

As if you being a waterbender would have stopped me. Holding your arms out and casting your attention towards the ground, you were ready for Sokka to bind your wrists together with some cloth, he tore off his clothing. Unknown to you, he seemed to notice that despite how tough you were, you were weak. All of the sudden movements and the argument with his sister clearly drained you physically.

“Hey… I don’t really like you since you threatened to kill me, but are you sure you’re ready to be travelling so soon? You’re breathing really heavily. You need some water and food.” Gently wrapping your wrists together, he tried and failed to make eye contact with you.

At the mention of water, you throat physically constricted in pain. “Nah, I’ll be alright. Just need to get to Omashu.”

“Doubt it. Let’s get you on Appa and I’ll nag Katara for something.”

Silently following him to the Sky Bison, you were grateful that your mask covered the wide smile that broke out onto your face. It’s beautiful.

Finally, parting ways with them, you let out a breath of relief. That was the most silent journey I have ever been on and I travel by myself… Spirits, I hope I never have to run into them again. I think I’m going to lose my mind if I ever do. What was Hakoda thinking?! I’d be an awful big sister to them, they already hate me! It didn’t help how much they kept bickering either. Argh, what a mess. Aang kept looking at me funny the entire time too! What was up with that? Do his Avatar powers allow him to see into my soul or something? Spirits, he’d probably wants to unleash his Avatar state on me for all of the lives I’ve taken. Yikes.

Before setting off to find Azula, you needed to take precautions to blend into the small kingdom. Stealing some clothes, you found you chose to duplicate you last disguise with the only main difference being that it was in green cloth instead of pink.

After securing your final blade underneath your robes, you knew there was no more time to waste and you needed to find Azula quick. You weren’t sure how much she has progressed in her mission to find Iroh and Zuko and the guilt of not helping them when they ran off the Fire Nation ship was already nagging you like an itch you couldn’t scratch.

This city is too big to wander around aimlessly.

Closing your eyes and letting out a deep breath, you chose to look for her the quickest way you knew how. By sensing her fire.

Come on y/n; you can do it. Unsure of how far your abilities would work, you grew worried that she may be too far away for you to even feel her.

After a few minutes, you started to feel irritated. Of course, you could sense fire, you felt so much of it. The city was crawling with Fire Nation after all, but it wasn’t hers. You emitted a few more deep breaths, trying to clear your head.

Suddenly a deep, familiar voice entered your mind. Inner peace. You need to find your inner peace y/n. That’s why you keep losing control; you need to find it.

Is this that dragon again? As if you didn’t have a random voice inside your head, you were met with silence.

Look you can’t just randomly enter my mind you know, and who in Spirits name transports me to some random mountainside?! I don’t know who you are, but I’ve been doing fine all of these years on my own. So kindly, get out of my head.

Letting out a small scream into your hands as the voice never came back, you closed your eyes again.

Stupid voice.

Stupid inner peace.

Breathing in and out, you wracked your brain for something that made you feel at peace. Come on, you can do it. Then after a few moments, it hit you. Not your inner peace, no. You’d have to find that another day. What did hit you was Azula’s fire, you felt it.

Immediately following the tugging feeling, you ran as fast as you could until you came to a tall piece of scaffolding. Even though you were so far below, you could still hear the fight that was occurring many levels up. Can’t she keep herself out of a battle for at least a day?! I bet it’s not even Zuko up there. Scowling, knowing that you can’t ignore her completely, you climbed up until you reached the fight but still remaining hidden.

By the time you reached the platform, you felt that Azula had already moved from this part of the fight. That didn’t mean that there weren’t pressing matters right in front of you, though.

“How are you going to fight without your bending?” A Fire Nation girl before you brought out her blades ready to attack Katara. Holding back a verbal groan, you knew you were going to have to help her.  

Quickly jumping in, you deflect Mai’s knife with your arm while simultaneously catching a boomerang that you spotted in the corner of your eye. As the flying bison approached your quickly dodged its tail as it sent the two fire nation girls flying back. Seeing a distraction between all parties, you threw the boomerang back to Sokka while running for the scaffolding, making your way into the shadows. So much for never having to see them again.

When you ran away from the scene, you knew your disguise was too recognisable considering the two girls saw you when you intervened. This left you to painstakingly have to find a new set of clothes, just to make babysitting Azula and her friends so much easier. Despite finally being back on track with your mission, it didn’t make it any less tedious as you followed from a distance in the shadows. “So, we’re tracking down your brother and uncle, huh?”

“It’ll be interesting seeing Zuko again, won’t it Mai?” Huh? Is that coal brains girlfriend or something?

Azula spoke up at that comment, “It’s not just Zuko and Iroh anymore. We have a third target now.” You have got to be fucking joking. I guess I better start finding my inner peace after all, you know, so I don’t blow her FUCKING BRAINS OUT!

a/n: hehe thank you so much for reading!!! what did you think?? hehe i know its been a while so im kinda rusty so pls let me know your thoughts or any feedback!! hehe i know this wasnt that juicy and kinda short but ive got a lot planned so dw hehe we’ll get there ;)

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[woah-were-halfway-there]

How would y/n react to finding out about Auston’s dog while still stuck in Toronto during the quarantine series

A/N: the quarantine series™️ I’m YELLING lmao welp here are the other two parts if anyone feels like reading them but here we go. (this was kind of rushed pls bear with me)

Word Count: 1.3k

It wasn't even two full weeks into May, on a random Tuesday night (you thought, the days just seemed blended together by that point) as you were sitting on the couch in yours and Auston's condo reading a book, that you got a random yet somewhat concerning text from Freddie.

All he asked was if you had talked to Auston lately. After explaining that you had FaceTimed your boyfriend earlier that day but hadn't really spoken since you just shrugged to yourself because you hadn't thought that much about it. But then Fred replied, saying you should probably call him, and you started getting anxious.

Did something happen? Was everyone ok? You weren't sure, but you wasted no time in bringing up Auston's contact in your phone and pressing the call button.

After three rings, his voice eventually sounded from the other end.

"Hey, babe."

"Hey," you replied and let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" He asked, making you feel even more confused than before.

"Well, Freddie just messaged me saying I should call you, and I got worried, so I-," you cut yourself off and let out a breath, feeling a little pathetic about getting stressed so easily when clearly it was nothing. "Nevermind, uh, how was your day?"

He didn't respond. Instead, what sounded like a sarcastic laugh of sorts left his mouth, and you just didn't know how to react. "He was trying to rat me out."

"What?"

"Freddie," Auston called out, obviously trying to get the goalie to come to the same room he was in.

"Aus, what is going on?"

"Fred!"

You didn't know what to do. Something was happening, and you had no doubts that Auston was going to tell you eventually, but damn did it suck being in the dark.

Eventually, Freddie's voice sounded, and you hated that you couldn't see your boyfriend to at least try to read his body language while talking to his friend. You listened to the two banter about how Fred tattled, while Auston insisted that he was going to tell you.

"Tell me what Auston?" You finally intervened, getting really fed up with the whole situation. "I just want to know what the hell is going on. You're stressing me out."

"I-," he started before sighing. "I'm sorry. Give me a second and I'll FaceTime you."

"Please…"

Before anything else could be said, your phone started buzzing with an incoming FaceTime call. You quickly pressed the answer button and were soon met by your boyfriend's smiling face.

"Hi," he greeted cheekily, and you just knew that he was up to something.

"Hi. Are you good to tell me now?"

You watched as he bit down on his bottom lip nervously and glanced to the side, assumingly at Freddie, before looking back at you and nodding.

"Yeah, well, I'm going to show you."

A small pout formed on your lips, but still, you waited patiently as he leaned his phone against something on the counter, and you were suddenly able to see the kitchen much better. He then exited the frame, and you took a second to look at the scenery outside the large windows you were facing. The sun was setting, and it looked stunning. A small sigh left your mouth as you thought about Auston telling you how warm it had been in Scottsdale as of late, while you were stuck in rainy, cold Toronto. There was one sunny day in the city that gave you hope for beautiful weather, but then it was snowing just a week later.

You hated it. But, you still trudged your way through it.

Before you could get too caught up in your thoughts, you heard Auston's voice from offscreen as he talked to someone and started whistling. Still confused, you furrowed your eyebrows and waited until you could finally see your boyfriend again as he stopped in front of the phone.

"Ready?" He asked and looked at you pointedly.

You nodded, and he let out a breath before bending down to pick something up. A moment later, he stood up straight again; but this time holding a black and white, extremely fluffy looking puppy.

"Oh my gosh," you gasped as you covered your mouth and took in just how cute this dog was. "Look at him!"

"This is Felix," he stated while rubbing between the dog's ears and smiling widely towards you.

"Hi Felix," you replied happily before looking back at Auston. "Oh wow, I can already tell he's one of the best boys. Who does he belong to?"

"Well, us," he told you sheepishly, and fell silent as he waited for a response from you. "I picked him up a couple of hours ago."

However, you were too shocked to answer, and it took you a minute to speak up again. "Wait. What?"

"Surprise!"

"Auston."

"I was going to tell you," he started. "You know how badly I've wanted to get a dog. We've talked about this."

"I know," you replied. "But I wasn't expecting you to get one during quarantine while we're in separate countries."

"The opportunity came up, and I just wasn't able to say no to this little guy," he told you before looking back down at the puppy. "That's your new mom, bud. You'll get to see her in person soon, hopefully."

You wanted to be mad, you really did, but you just couldn't be. Auston was a grown man and was more than capable of making decisions like getting a dog on his own, and the two of you had already agreed to get a pet someday soon as well, so there was no reason to be. Plus, Felix was freaking adorable.

"I'm sorry. Are you mad I picked him without you?" Auston's voice snapped you out of the little daze you'd fallen into as he set Felix back down.

"No, of course not," you replied with a tiny grin. "You did good, babe."

He smiled widely at that response.

"He's the breed we talked about getting. I went and saw him a week ago, and we just clicked, or else I would've waited. He's helped a lot with the boredom, though."

"I'm glad," you told him honestly and just couldn't stop smiling. "Auston, I love him already and can't wait to meet him once the border opens."

"I can't wait for you to meet him either," he stated. "Or for us to be in the same place."

"I know, soon."

"Soon," he repeated and let out a breath as he picked the phone back up and started walking out of the kitchen. "Well, we're about to eat dinner. Can I call you back after? Want to hear about your day."

"I'd love that," you said and started feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. "But now that I know about Felix, I expect all the pictures and videos."

"See, told you she wouldn't be mad," a voice spoke up from offscreen. You knew it was Freddie, and couldn't help but laugh as you watched Auston roll his eyes at his friend.

"Whatever," your boyfriend scoffed. "I was going to tell her eventually."

"Yeah, when you weren't being a chicken shit and could finally man up."

"Or when I got pictures from Alex or Bre because we all know they wouldn't be able to keep it from me," you spoke up, making both men chuckle.

"True," Auston said and shook his head. "Anyways, I'm going to go. I love you, and I'll talk to you in a bit."

"Sounds good. I love you too and go pet Felix for me."

"Oh, you know I will," he replied and winked at you before ending the call. After that, you scrambled to text Steph so you could plan an outing with Felix and Zeus once quarantine was over, and then Auston's sister's to gush over the new edition to the family.

Although it sucked still being separated from Auston and your loved ones, you then had another thing to look forward to for once the lockdown was all said and done. It made you feel hopeful and helped you remember how there could still be light during those dark times, especially in the form of a new four-legged friend who you simply could not wait to meet.

I have some requests to write a piece of them finally being able to quarentine together, maybe I’ll work on that next hmmm

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[ilikecowsnstuff]

Chapter 6!!!

SUMMARY:  UA Hero Course - Third Year. Shigaraki Tomura and Dabi have been classmates and rivals since their very first day at UA. But with new feelings developing how will they cope given their history of fragile and often violent encounters? Their dance begins after a partnered training exam goes wrong, leaving Shigaraki wounded and Dabi feeling guilty. AU. 

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CHAPTER SIX – CONFRONTATION!

 Thirty minutes into first period, it sounded like the bell had gone off prematurely. Only, in addition to the usual shrill sound, emergency lights began to blink and flash out in the hallway.

 Ten seconds later, it was still going off.

 FIRE ALARM!

 Each of the classroom doors slammed open and teachers moved to direct the flow of students pouring into the hallway.

 “All right, everyone outside.” Mr. Aizawa instructed with a lazy gesture of his hand, but not one of the students in the hero course seemed interested in getting up or making it out in a hurry. “Now, please.” All the students did eventually gravitate in the right direction, however, to join the entire student body that was gathered en masse on the lawn outside the UA building.

 Shigaraki hid under his hoodie, leaning heavily into the first tree he came across to save him from being bumped into and pushed about by the other students milling around. The scene was chaotic to say the least, disorderly, with no one really knowing what was going on. Was it a real fire or just a drill? The gossip had already begun - too much excitement for some people so early in the morning.

 “Free period, total win.” Kurogiri stated, taking up a post next to Shigaraki.

 “Hopefully the school is actually on fire and we can get the rest of the year off.” Shigaraki added, a yawn quickly followed. Unfortunately, he spoke just as Mr. Aizawa passed by them and he was visibly irritated, none too impressed by the boy’s banter about the school burning down.

 “Come see me after class, Mr. Tomura.”

 “I was kidding.” Shigaraki grumbled and folded his arms over his chest with a huff. Great. Just what he needed.

 Kurogiri snickered.

In front of them, the crowd seemed to part like the red sea, someone was pushing their way through, and from out of the sea came Takami with the new transfer student in tow. Of all the people, how did he manage to find Shigaraki? And why was the better question?

 “Oi, fuckhands!” He called out, heading straight for the two boys. “I was looking for you!” 

 Shigaraki scowled and pushed away from the tree.

 “Have you met Kai yet?” He asked introducing the dark-haired boy who looked equally as exhausted by Takami as Shigaraki usually was. The blond never shut up. “You know, you’re going to have some competition now. He’s got some sweet hand...”

 Shigaraki didn’t wait for the blond to finish his sentence. He grabbed the front of Takami’s shirt and twisted his fingers in the material. “What did you just call me?” He yanked him in close, snarling. 

 “Geez, relax!” Takami suggested with an anxious laugh. He knew he was in trouble and struggled, trying to dislodge Shigaraki’s knotted fingers.

 “What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?” Shigaraki repeated. 

 “Let go of me!”

 Shigaraki had heard the nickname, oh did he, loud and clear, but he was baiting the boy to say it again, almost as if it were a dare. But he also wasn’t going to wait around for an answer either, he had no patience where Takami was concerned, and especially with that level of disrespect. It was staggering.

 Shigaraki lashed out with his fist, knuckles connecting with the other boy’s face. Takami grunted as his head snapped to the side, and then he was falling backwards, knocked off balance from the force of the punch.

 “You broke my fucking nose!” He howled. Long-fingered hands came up to cover his face as long tendrils of blood began to trickle down his cheeks leaving a pattern of sadistic like markings over his face.

 Shigaraki stormed over and stamped his right foot down onto the center of Takami’s chest, pressing his weight into the other boy so he couldn’t escape. He leaned over, close to the fallen body, lip curled. “You think that name is funny?”

 “What? No!” Takami mumbled through his bloodied hands, “It was just a joke!”

 “Jokes are funny.” Shigaraki returned without budging.

 “Get off me!”

 Someone laughed.

 Kurogiri lifted his arm, pointing firmly at Kai, who was the source of the laughter, “You! Don’t move.”

 The new kid lifted his hands, palms up in submission before folding them neatly over his chest. Clearly, he had no interest in getting involved but was thoroughly amused by the show, “Not my fight, not my problem.”

 “Shigaraki. Careful.” Kurogiri cautioned, turning his head from one side to the next, to see who, if anyone, had noticed the action. He wouldn’t intervene unless there was a chance of more trouble, and usually, wherever Takami was, Dabi and the remainder of their troupe of misfits would be close behind. This could turn real ugly, real quick.

 “I’m just going to teach this little bird a lesson in respect.” Shigaraki hissed without taking his eyes off Takami. He ground his rubber-soled sneaker into the other boy, the sounds of his distress fuelling Shigaraki’s malevolence, and admittedly, his excitement. 

 “HEY! What’s going on?”

 Without hesitating, Kurogiri stepped out to act as a shield for Shigaraki while he did whatever he wanted and needed to do to Takami.

 “Get out of the way!” Dabi barked in warning.

 Shigaraki whipped his head around, lip twitching with a vicious smile. It seemed Takami’s support had finally arrived. Too bad he was out-numbered. “Stay out of it!”

 “I can’t do that, Shigaraki. Back off.” Dabi appealed, his mouth a hard line, “I don’t want to fight with you. Come on.”

 “Tch,” Shiagaraki sneered. He didn’t want to fight with Dabi either, and that realization really bothered him. A week ago, he wouldn’t have hesitated, neither of them would have. He was becoming soft! Fuck!

 Turning back to Takami, Shigaraki reached down to drag the other boy up, gripping his school tie until his shoulders were lifted just off the ground. “Call me that name again and you’ll lose one of your precious wings.” He threatened, letting go, and allowing Takami’s back to hit the ground once more.

 “Asshole.” The blond boy muttered.

 With a firm push, one that was a lot rougher than it needed to be, Shigaraki removed his foot from Takami’s chest and straightened out to his full height. “Peasant.” He spat at the shaken bird boy who was trembling on the ground and then whipped his head back to Dabi. “Tell your friend to watch his mouth.”

 Dabi’s brow furrowed, he was smart enough to keep his trap shut.

 “Let’s go.” Shigaraki mumbled to Kurogiri. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and headed directly into the thickest part of the crowd. He wasn’t running, and it wasn’t as if he cared about being caught, or blamed, for the assault, he just couldn’t stand being in the presence of the pseudo-perfect golden hero any longer. He was already tempted to decay one of those wings just for the fun of it.

 Briefly, he glanced back over his shoulder, eyeing Dabi before disappearing into the bevy of UA uniforms.

 Dabi watched Shigaraki leave, his heart heavy and beating rapidly. He wanted to say… something, anything, but couldn’t find the right words. Not in front of Takami, or Kurogiri. Or the new kid who was idling by, unphased by the sudden conflict. He took a calming breath, just grateful that their brief confrontation didn’t end in a physical fight.

 “By the way, good job having my back,” Takami mumbled sarcastically, lifting himself up into a sitting position, “You’re supposed to be my bestfriend and you just let him walk away. What’s got into you?”

 “What did you say to him?” Dabi asked, ignoring his moody friend and holding out his hand, offering to help him up.

 “What did I…?!? He’s got a short fuse, Dabi. You know that.” Even if wasn’t ready to stand, Takami didn’t want to look more pathetic than he already did so he took the hand and bit back a groan as he was lifted to his feet. 

 Dabi couldn’t disagree with Takami, he knew very well that it didn’t take much for Shigaraki to snap, but he also knew that Shigaraki wouldn’t attack Takami unprovoked. He wasn’t stupid and there were teachers and other students everywhere around them. He wasn’t a complete dick either, as Takami was implying.

 “You said something to him.” Dabi mumbled under his breath, not wanting to aggravate Takami any further.

 Then Kai was there. Standing in front of the two boys, smirking like something real funny was going on. “Your friend has a smart mouth, Dabi. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have the balls to back it up.” He snickered.

 “What's that supposed to mean?” Dabi said, his head tilting slightly.

 “Takami, what was it you called Shigaraki? Hmm.” Kai scrubbed his hand over his chin just below his mask, pretending to have trouble recalling the nickname the blond boy had used, and then he snapped his fingers, like it was a sudden revelation. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Fuckhands.” He said matter-of-factly. “He called him fuckhands.”

 “Jesus.” Dabi pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead, shaking his head in astonishment.

 “It was just a fucking joke! How’d I know he would overreact like that?” Takami explained, lifting his arm and pressing his shirt sleeve against his bleeding nose to stop the flow of blood, “You know, you could have stepped in to help too.” He said, chewing the new kid out.

 The other boy scoffed, “Like I said, it wasn’t my fight. Who was I to stop it?” He retorted, eyes narrowed, going very serious suddenly, “And that jab you took at Shigaraki, I also found it a little offensive to be honest. So, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy watching him mess up that pretty face.” He wiggled his fingers, reminding Takami that he had a similar quirk to the boy he had just insulted.

 “Nice job, idiot. Made another enemy today.” Dabi muttered to his friend. “Bravo.”

 “Shut up.” Takami returned, trying to turn his head and shoot Dabi a look, but it didn’t come across half as angry as he’d hoped.

 “Anyways, it’s been real fun but i’m out… of this.” Kai gave a casual two-fingered salute and then retreated backwards into the crowd of students. He wanted to catch up to Shigaraki before he lost him in the muddle of people. Considering what he had witnessed, he thought they’d get along well, they could be friends, that was if he could actually get Shigaraki to talk to him.

 “ALL RIGHT, STUDENTS!” The voice of Present Mic filled the air, “BACK INSIDE!”

 “Let’s go. Stragglers will be spending their afternoons with me.” Mr. Aizawa mumbled, ambling slowly beside the students. He stopped when he came to Takami and Dabi, his lazy gaze taking in the picture of 1-A’s class president with a bloody nose and his best friend looking more than a little pissed off.

 Neither of the boys said anything.

 “Takami. Dabi.” He raised a curious brow, “Either of you care to explain what happened here?”

 Takami opened his mouth to speak but Dabi immediately interjected, shoving his friend aside, “Idiot walked into a tree. You know, pretty crowded out here.” Dabi laughed awkwardly, and then grabbed at Takami’s forearm, “I’m going to take him to see the nurse.”

 It was pretty obvious that Mr. Aizawa didn’t believe a single word of Dabi’s stumbling explanation, but he also didn’t question them further. He probably didn’t care, as long as no one was currently fighting, “I expect to see you in class next period. Both of you.”

 “Yes, sir.” Dabi muttered, dragging Takami forward and along with the flow of students.

 “Seriously?” Takami grumbled, “You’re going to cover for that piece of trash?”

 “Looks like it.” Dabi affirmed, tossing his friends arm away.

 “Dude.” He couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing, “Not cool.”

 “Neither is calling someone fuckhands, but you did it. You reap what you sow.”

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Chapter One – Accidental Attraction 

Chapter Two – After Care 

Chapter Three – Dazed and Confused 

Chapter Four – I Like You 

Chapter Five - Friends and Enemies

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[timeoutforthee]

Like It or Not-Chapter 10

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Summary: Logan, Patton, Roman, and Virgil are all struggling in their recovery. Their doctors, Thomas Sanders and Emile Picani think they can help each other out.

Aka Group Therapy AU

Trigger Warnings: mentions of disordered eating habits, self deprecating thoughts

Read it on AO3!

“What the fuck, Dr. Picani?”

“Hi to you too, Roman,” Emile smiles at his client as he sits down, “I’m going to take a wild guess and say this is about gym class.”

“I think you mean my lack of gym class,” Roman says, “Are you the one who wrote a note saying I couldn’t participate?”

“Yep.”

He is slightly taken aback by how flippant his therapist’s response was. “But why?”

“I’ve told you before, Roman, we need to work on your exercising addiction. Putting you in a situation where you are encouraged to indulge in unhealthy habits wouldn’t be beneficial, to you or your recovery.”

“Can you even really be addicted to exercise?”

“Yes,” Dr. Picani says, firmly, “You can be addicted to exercise. You can be addicted to starving, bingeing, or purging.”

“But exercise is good for you.”

“In moderation, and as long as your body is fueled properly. But you were letting your exercise regimen control your life, and you were denying it fuel.”

“Thanks, I remember,” Roman groans, “But it would be controlled in gym!”

“Mmm, so your coaches wouldn’t push you because they’re used to you going the extra mile? They wouldn’t expect more from you or ask why you’re “slacking off”? You wouldn’t feel pressured from them?”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” he pauses, “What if I’m just, like, really careful?”

“Let me ask you this. If I had an alcoholic patient, and they wanted to go to the bar, but said they would be “really careful”-they would even pinky promise, should I let them go?”

“....yes.”

“Wow, that was really unconvincing. C’mon, you’re an actor.”

“Hey, I’ve been off for three months, give me a while.”

“Are you planning on getting back into it?”

Roman bites his lip. He has a passion for theater, he always has. But lately, he can’t stand the idea of having all those eyes on him, judging him, and the people in the department weren’t exactly supportive.

“I...don’t know. I have the class, still, so I know what shows are coming up,” Roman wrinkles his nose, “They’re doing Beauty and the Beast.”

“Ah, is that a favorite of yours?”

“No, that’s more along the lines of Aladdin. But honestly? I don’t like doing all the Disney musicals in general. We had so many options this year-Seussical, Charlie Brown, Heathers-”

“You really think they’d let a high school do Heathers?”

“Let me dream!”

“Okay, okay, sorry. So, interesting shows, but instead they went with…”

“The classic fairytale. And every classic fairytale needs a classic prince, and the closest thing they have is this Prince.”

“Is that a problem?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just-” Roman frowns, “I got into Theater to step outside of who I am, to break a sort of mold my family made for me, but lately...they just put me into a new mold. And, yeah, this one fits better, but it’s still a mold.”

“I see. So you think your friends from the theater department have trouble differentiating who you are from who you play?”

“I mean...basically. You wouldn’t believe how many girls have a crush on me, even though they know I’m gay.”

“That must be hard for you.”

“Hard?”

“Well sure,” Dr. Picani says, “Having such a big part of your identity, one that took you some time to accept, denied, it can be really troubling.”

“I, uh,” Roman pauses, looking at the floor, “I guess I never really thought of it. I just figured I was making a big deal out of nothing.”

“Really? Why would you think that?”

“Because that’s what my dad said-” he pauses as Dr. Picani frowns, “It’s not a big deal, really.”

“Sure,” his therapist says as he writes. Roman continues to brush things off as “not a big deal” when they are A Very Big Deal.

“Did your dad say this in direct relation to your theater friends not accepting you? Or about something else?”

“If you haven’t noticed, Picani, I tend to be a dramatic guy. My family just gets a little tired of it sometimes.” His therapist quirks an eyebrow, and Roman sighs. “Okay, so when I came out? Back in middle school? My dad was very...quiet about it. Like, he didn’t respond much at all. And because he was so quiet, I assumed he was mad at me. So I spent the entire week working myself up and internally freaking out, and I finally work up the courage to go up to him and ask him if he’s mad at me, and he told me I was being stupid, that not everything is as big a deal as I make it out to be.”

Picani frowns, “How’d that make you feel?”

Roman frowns, concentrating on the ground, “Good...I...guess? Like just because he didn’t respond the way I wanted him too doesn’t mean he didn’t care, and he wasn’t mad at me, so that’s good,” Roman pauses, “What?”

“We haven’t talked at length about your family,” his therapist says, “But if you, as his child, go to him and ask for a more expressive sign of acceptance, he should be willing, as your father, to do that.”

“Oh, he’s willing to, he just doesn’t want to,” Roman pauses, realizing how that sounds, “But it’s fine! I-I don’t need him to. I’m fine, really.”

Dr. Picani smiles, and Roman smiles back, relieved that the conversation is over.

“So, tell me about the rest of your week,” Picani says, tilting his notebook to him so he can write monitor Roman’s relationship to family.

^

“Happy first week of schooooool!” Picani sings out as he enters the room for group therapy. He sits down and pulls a mini confetti popper from his pocket. He pulls the string and a clump of confetti flies into the center of the circle.

Logan sighs. Someday, maybe, he will understand this man. Virgil looks at him from the corner of his eye and smirks.

“While school is rather exciting,” Logan says, “It is no reason for unnecessary celebration.”

“But it’s the little things we should remember to celebrate!” Dr. Picani says, excitedly, “And that makes it completely necessary!”

“...sure. I guess,” Logan replies.

“So, first week of school! New classes, new adventures, so is it starting off like a new Stevenbomb, full of excitement, or like the new season of Spongebob, where you just wish it would end already?”

“I always wish school would end,” Virgil says.

“Aw, being at the new school isn’t helping?” Dr. Picani asks him.

“No,” Virgil responds automatically, but then he thinks about lunch time, about teachers who actually know his name, about material he’s actually interested in, “...maybe a little.”

“Oh?”

Virgil just nods, not bringing anything else up.

“So, what about everyone else? Roman, did you want to tell everyone about the Theater department?”

“Oh, they already know, doc.”

Dr. Picani pauses and looks up from his notebook.

“We’ve been eating lunch together,” Roman says, “That’s...okay, right?”

“Well, yes, as long as you guys are eating together. Sometimes when two people who are suffering are around each other, they influence each other negatively. As in, instead of encouraging recovery, you would encourage unhealthy eating habits in each other.”

Patton’s eyes go wide. Encourage…? But he wanted his friends to get better! He may have deserved everything he was going through, but they sure didn’t!

Looking around, it seemed like everyone else had similar thoughts.

“I think I speak for everyone when I say that’s not going to happen,” Logan says, clearing his throat.

“Besides, we have a babysitter, don’t worry,” Virgil tells Picani.

“A teacher allows us to eat in her room, as long as we actually eat,” Roman clarifies.

“Oh good!” their therapist chirps, “But if we see an increase in behaviors, we will intervene.”

They all hum, seeming to agree that’s fair. Patton hunches in on himself, just slightly, hoping no one notices.

“So I guess you two have to catch me up,” Dr. Picani says, referring to Logan and Patton, “How are your weeks going?”

“Good!” Patton responds automatically, and Virgil is giving him that look again. Inside, he panics. He’s always been so good at brushing off suspicion, why does it not work for Virgil?

It’s clearly also not working for Dr. Picani either, because he smiles and presses on, “And why’s that Patton?”

“Oh, my classes are pretty great! All my teachers are really nice!” Okay, now Picani is giving him that look. Dammit, why was he so bad at this all of sudden? Brushing it off, he sighs, “And...I guess I’m just glad I don’t have to eat lunch alone anymore. It’s a...brighter spot in my day than it used to be.”

“You ate lunch alone?” Virgil asks.

Patton nods. “I mean, I was at a table with some yearbook people, but they never talked to me. It was just them being nice.” Because they couldn’t stand to look at how pathetic you were. “And sometimes I used to eat in the library.”

“I was in a similar situation,” Logan speaks up, “Except I would go around the school offering to do some of the teacher’s errands. They were typically so grateful they wouldn’t question my lack of lunch.”

“Guess you never ran into Mrs. Spencer during that,” Roman says, “that would not fly with her.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

They look at Virgil, who sighs. “I used to eat with my friend, Elliott, but they had this real douchebag of a boyfriend who I hated. And near the end…,” he shakes his head, “Anyway, I used to sneak out the back and hide behind the school during lunch.”

“The end of what?” Emile asks.

“The end of...I don’t know, it. The end of me going to that school, of me living with my dad, the end of-” He stops himself.

“Virgil?”

“The end of our friendship.”

“Whoa,” Roman says, “They must have really pissed you off.”

“They did,” Virgil doesn’t want to say it, but before he can stop himself, he continues, “It’s their fault I’m here in the first place. They broke my trust,” he winces, “Or whatever.”

The question hangs in the air. What did they do? But none of the boys want to ask, and Emile knows Virgil’s not ready to say.

“Anyway,” Virgil shakes his head, “Shouldn’t you say something about your week, Logan?”

“I am simply satisfactory,” Logan says, shrugging, “My classes seem to be enough of a challenge to be intellectually stimulating, but are not too much pressure. I do not have any obnoxious classmates that come to mind immediately. As previously stated, my lunch is better,” Logan lists off.

“That’s great!” Dr. Picani says, “I think one thing you need to remember, Logan, is that we are here to not only deal with any problems, but to celebrate our victories as well.”

“Victories?” Logan says, then adds, “In that case, there is a small…I mean, I have actually started adding jelly to my sandwiches again.” It’s half a tablespoon for half a sandwich, which his taste buds tell him is not enough meanwhile his eating disorder is saying it’s too much. But still. It’s a start.

“That’s fantastic!” Dr. Picani says, and the other three are smiling at him. He suddenly shrinks under the attention. He’s not used to people being so...proud, especially over something so minor.

Because Roman, Patton, and Virgil have seen it. They’ve seen how Logan can only eat half of a sandwich, and then he eats two celery sticks, and he has to break them into quarters before they’re okay to eat. Granted, they don’t say anything, but they must think it’s weird.

Because it is weird, you’re weird, why can’t you just-

“How are you doing about your lack of gym class?” Dr. Picani asks, jerking him back to reality.

“It’s fine,” Logan says. He doesn’t talk about how the numbers are still constantly in his head. The numbers he ate at lunch, the ones that are then sitting in his stomach, as he watches his peers run around on the track, already knowing the exact number they’re burning, how much they would burn if they altered it slowly.

Dr. Picani puts a little star by that. These boys are not as good at lying as they think they are.

#sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #like it or not #group therapy au

[thirstyfortom]

High School Band AU: Ch. 22

Was it supposed to be this awkward?

Of course not. Saeran can’t be the most versed when it comes to social interactions, but… a celebration is a celebration, no matter what. Yeah, a party is filled with people laughing loudly, dancing in a pathetic way and… being silly and happy. Especially when it’s a party to celebrate the victory in the winter festival. A party at Yoosung’s basement, as a simbology on where everything has started…

But it doesn’t feel like a party. And though he hates to admit it, it’s easy to tell why: she isn’t here.

She’s not here. She’s not taking his calls or texts, or anybody else’s. And now it doesn’t feel like a party because the reason of the celebration didn’t show up. Because she’s a drama queen, she’s too sensitive and can’t handle his mature and brutal honesty, and though Saeran saw right through her from the moment she showed up, he let himself get involved, he promised his honesty to her, he saved her, opened up to her, made out with her, fought with her and almost let her… hell, he even wrote songs about her…

He fell for her. And this isn’t a party without her.

“She’s not coming, huh?” Zen asks, clearly annoyed.

“It seems so…” Jaehee sighs.

“Hey, Jumin, can’t you send your driver to her house and pick her up?” Yoosung suggests.

“If she wanted to be here, she would be here.” He answers plainly, crossing his arms. “I think she didn’t even see the trophy properly.”

“She didn’t. She ran away a little after the announcement.” Zen says.

Yes, she ran away. She escaped the agitation of the crowd with him. If Saeran really focus, he can feel the sensations of her hand holding his tightly as he guided themselves through the crowd. She looked so beautiful, she was so beautiful… well, she still is, it’s not like she’s dead or anything.

Though maybe he is dead for her. Whatever, she’s so dramatic, anyway…

“This party sucks!” Zen finally says what everybody is thinking.

“Zen…”

“Come on, Jaehee! Somebody has to talk! We just won because of her voice, her charisma, her charm. This isn’t to celebrate our victory, it’s to celebrate her presence, and she isn’t here, so this is a waste of booze and food!”

“I’m forced to agree with him.” Jumin sighs. “So… what happened right after she left?”

Silence.

Saeran looks at Saeyoung… he’s been strangely and disturbingly quiet ever since he got here…

“You guys should ask Saeran.” Then he speaks and… WHAT THE HELL, SAEYOUNG? When he finally opens his mouth, it is to snitch his brother out?

“Saeran…?” Yoosung asks, looking directly at him. “Oh right… you and MC left together…”

“Oh god… no…” Jaehee says in a concerned tone.

“There’s nothing for you to get worried. We just left together…” now it’s his time to speak, though his statement doesn’t add much to the conversation.

“And you left to where?”

“To… paradise.”

“Romantic, dude…” Zen nods in approval.

“I think it’s an euphemism for…” Jumin sounds like he’s analyzing something.

“It’s just the abandoned warehouse behind the baseball pitch in school. Don’t get weird, you guys.” Saeyoung intervenes grumpily.

“Oh… and then what?” Yoosung asks curiously.

“Uhm…” he looks away, avoiding all the pairs of eyes longing for an answer.

“I think I know what happened…” Jaehee says.

***

“Something started crazy, sweet and unknown. Something you keep in a box on the street now it’s longing for a home…” the pink and blue lights of the impromptu tent shine against her skin. She looks like an alien, no… but an alien wouldn’t look that… magical…

“And who can say what dreams are?” he sings with you, coming closer.

“Wake me in time to be lonely and sad” she avoids his gaze, he can almost hear her heartbeat exhilarating.

“And who can say what we are?” he grabs her chin, making her look at him.

“And now our bodies are the guilty ones who touch and color the hours. Night won't breathe... Oh how we... fall into silence from the sky…”he presses his body against hers, delving in her warmth. How can she be so warm when it’s so cold outside?

“Pulse is gone and racing. All fits and starts. Window by window you try and look into the brave new that you are…” he sings, whispering in her ear, she shivers, he hopes it’s from him being close, not from the coldness of his body.

“And who can say what dreams are? Wake me in time to be out in the cold… And who can say what we are? This is the reason for dreaming…” he brushes his hair out of her face, and she smiles shyly.

“And now our bodies are the guilty ones. Our touch will fill every hour. Huge and dark, oh our hearts will murmur the blues from on high.” She kisses him shyly. Saeran feels an electric wave running down his spine. Her eyes sparkle and he looks like… well, her. There’s nothing more beautiful and magical than her, anyway…

“Then whisper some silver reply...” and the rest felt like a dream…

***

“So… that’s what happened, right?” Jaehee asks.

“Well, something like this… it wasn’t that poetic and… much… messier.”

“Yeah, Jaehee, what the hell was that?” Saeyoung asks, looking at her as if he just watched a confusing movie.

“I… I don’t know, I guess I’ve been reading a lot of Girls’ Generation fanfics lately… and uhm… I was watching Spring Awakening a few days ago… you do the math…” awkward silence. Well, no that awkward, Saeran would rather stay like this before the real interrogatory starts.

“I don’t get it… so you and MC… sang?” everybody groans. Oh my God, Yoosung…

“It’s a euphemism, Yoosung.” Jumin states.

“Oh… a euphemism…” Yoosung turns to Zen and nudges him. “What’s a euphemism?”

“Like I would know…” everybody groans again.

“Look, none of it matters. The problem is what happened later, right bro?” Saeyoung asks.

“What the hell, Saeyoung? Why do you keep bringing that up?”

“Because maybe you will realize you were the one who screwed everything with her!”

“I didn’t screw anything! She was the one overreacting as usual!”

“Uh oh…” Zen says “You fought again, didn’t you?”

“No, it wasn’t like that, what happened was…”

He was quiet, so was her… looking at the wall like it’s the most interesting thing to be seen.

“So, uhm… do you think it will snow more?”

“Yeah, I think so…” she spoke softly, covering herself with his jacket. “So uhm… white hair, huh?”

“Yeah, with some pink tips, see?” he leans towards her to show his hair.

“Did you go to a hairstylist or…?”

“No, I did by myself.” She nods and avoids his gaze.

“I liked your hair before.”

“Th-thanks.” He fumbles his legs, trying not to look too much at hers, isn’t she cold with thm bare like this? “I just… I just wanted to change a little…”

“Why?”

“I don’t know… I just felt like. The few days were crazy as shit…”

“Yes, they were… so… uhm… thanks for not leaving the band, Saeran.”

“Well, yeah… the hell I would let Saeyoung touch my drums! And… it wouldn’t be that great without me.”

“It really wouldn’t.” she smiles, ahhh… she’s so good to look at when she genuinely smiles. Not that smug bitchy smirk, just… a smile… and she’s smiling to him. “Anyway… everybody was there…”

“Everybody?”

“Yeah, including my mother. Did you know my mom is in town? She, uhm… she left 3 years ago, but Jumin and Zen brought her here to see me perform.”

“Convenient, huh?” he scoffs.

“How… how so?”

“Well, it’s convenient she would come to see you doing something good. Do you think she would show up if you were a delinquent or a snorter or… I don’t know, if you were doing bad things with your life? She wouldn’t want to take responsibility, would she?”

“Well, I don’t know, I didn-“

“It’s easy for her to come here and feel proud for you on something she didn’t even help on.”

“Well, I… I’m glad to see my mom, you know?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” his eyes lock with hers. Is she mad? No…

“And maybe… you shouldn’t jump in conclusions about someone you haven’t even meet and just… taking your own experiences with your mom as if they happen to everybody.”

“This has nothing to do with me and my mother. This is about you getting all worked up about someone who abandoned you.”

“And came back to apologize when I really needed…”

“This is stupid.” He shrugs.

“What is stupid, Saeran?”

“Well, you and… you know…”

“So you’re saying I’m stupid?” Uh oh… this glare… it’s the glare she always shoots at him…

“No! Don’t twist my words! I know you’re not dumb, do don’t play it dumb, MC!”

“I’m not, I’m asking you to explain what you just said! Or am I too stupid to get it?”

“Aaarrrgh, you’re not dumb or stupid, you’re just… naïve! Yes, that’s right, you’re naïve!”

“I’m naïve?”

“Yes, you’re naïve. You thought you could handle Rika’s situation with a lip sync performance? And then you get all happy and excited when someone that left you comes back when it’s convenient for her?” he scoffs again. “I’m just saying you don’t look like, but you’re innocent.”

“Well, I… I’m sorry if I’m not what I look like…” oh my God, is she pouting now?

“Ah, come on, you don’t have to get angry. I’m just being honest with you, like I said I would always be.”

“And I told you before that there’s a huge difference between being honest and being a dick!”

“Are you seriously mad at me right now after we just…?”

“Yes, Saeran, I am mad at you for going out of line. You don’t know my mom, you don’t know anything about my relationship with he, and you don’t know anything about me!”

“I know that you probably didn’t yell at V like this…” she widens her eyes and inhales sharply.

“So that’s it, huh? You just wanted to shove in my face what I did wrong and make me feel even guiltier…”

“It’s not like this, I…”

“Goodbye, Saeran.” She gets up, angrily putting her underwear back on.

“MC, you’re totally overreacting right now… there’s no need for you to leave in the night with this cold.”

“And there was no need for you to go back to your usual dick self, but you can’t help it, can you?” “And you know what? Maybe you’re right, and I am that stupid, I was about to confess that I love you!” she what? “But I’m so glad I didn’t!” she adjusts the dress and leaves paradise. “So… fuck you, Saeran!” he listens her voice from outside.

“Well, uhm… fuck you too!”

Awkward silence at Yoosung’s basement. Everybody looks at him as if he just missed the chance to make the breaking point on a match or something.

“Saeran, you’re just… a moron.” Zen says.

“That’s exactly what I said when he told me…” Saeyoung crosses his arms. He looks genuinely disappointed and mad. Saeran never saw his brother like this…

“What? What did I do? I was just being honest with her!”

“You talked about her mom, dude…” Zen says.

“And called her stupid.” Jumin adds.

“I never said MC was stupid!”

“Right after you guys did a euphemism…” Yoosung mutters… what?

“Saeran, you hurt her…” Jaehee says patiently.

“No, I didn’t! I… I would never hurt her! I mean, she looked shocked and… upset in a way I’ve never seen, but… no, she was just…”

Fuck, he hurt her.

“Do you see now that you’re the stupid one her?” Saeyoung asks.

“I… yeah, I do.”

“And you know what the worst part is, bro? Maybe you could have fixed that right then by saying you love her back, and what did you do?”

“She told her to go fuck herself.” Yoosung mutters. Wow… even Yoosung seems furious at him right now. So that’s how much he screwed things up, huh?

“Exactly… so, do you get it now? Do you get why I’m mad at you? Why I feel so tired of putting up with this bullshit?” Saeyoung clenches his fist as he comes close.

“I think he gets it, Saeyoung…” Jaehee says in a warning tone.

“Oh, does he? Does he know how lucky he is for having the girl he likes to say she loves him? And then he’ll just tell her to go fuck herself? Seriously, you can be denser than her in not seeing other people’s feelings here, this is just so f-“

“That’s enough, Saeyoung.” Jumin says. “She’s here.”

“She’s what?” everybody asks at the same time.

“She texted me. ‘Dropping by in 15 minutes. You guys can stop calling now.’ And she sent this… 15 minutes ago…”

The doorbell rings upstairs. Yoosung promptly runs to open the door. A few seconds later, he brings her with him. Is it wrong that, to Saeran’s eyes, she still looks as beautiful as she was last night?

“Good to see you, MC.” Jaehee runs to hug her.

“You too, Jaehee.”

“Right on time, MC. We ordered all kinds of snacks to please everybody’s tastes and… oh, here’s the trophy…” Jumin smiles softly.

“It’s really beautiful… oh, and… Jumin, I need to thank you for finding my mom and bringing her to Korea to see me.”

“There’s no need to thank me, MC. I just did what I have to do…. So did Zen, by the way…”

“Yes, I should thank you all since everybody did their best in trying to snap me out of doing something very wrong, so… thank you, I don’t know what I would do without your ‘MC is about to do something stupid’ radar on me.” Everybody chuckles as she laughs a little. “Actually, I… don’t know what I’ll do without you…”

“What do you mean, babe?” Zen asks.

“Well, uhm… that’s why I came, I just wanted to let you know personally, I was late for the party because I was packing some stuff back at home.”

“Packing?” Yoosung and Saeyoung ask together.

“Yeah, I... my mom is going back to America and… I’m going with her.” Her eyes quickly find Saeran’s before she looks away and motions to grab a soda can.

And there is no awkward silence, everybody goes to her and they soon start having fun like they were supposed to on a party. Well, except for Saeran, he’s the only one in an awkward silence… and he’s the only one who doesn’t see like he could have fun right now.

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