All Might, babysitting Eri alone for the first time: uhh.... what do kids even like.... hmm well Eri likes Aizawa! and young Midoriya! I know! I'll show her where her heroes are! she'll love it!

TOSHINORI NO

Yandere adult trio: college AU These are drabbles for when they lose their mind and kill the people around you... and kidnaps you

These are going to be a little longer than usual but I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it (also im trying out the beta version of the new posting system so lemme know if anything is weird)

Sorry this took me forever bro

CW: murder, blood, physical abuse, alcohol

Hisoka

It's getting quite annoying to be completely honest. He just won't leave you alone, constantly flirting and making passes at you. And yet at the same time he makes fun of you and is actually very mean. It wasn't so bad in the beginning but this is just getting out of hand. You made sure he was aware of this. ---- He's looming over you as he corners you against the wall. You refuse to look up at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

While you aren't looking at him, you can feel him looking at you. You already know he has that annoying grin on his face that makes you want to punch him square in the nose.

He brushes his long fingers against your face, making a quiet humming noise. "Are you ready to give up my pet?"

You ignore his words and slap his hand away from your face. "I need to get to class, move Hisoka."

He frowns though you aren't looking at his face. He opens his mouth to say something when someone from behind him calls out to you. "Hey y/n! Are you okay?"

She walks towards you but before she can get involved you shove the man away and huff. What a nuisance. You turn towards him once you're standing next to your friend and glare at him.

"Leave me alone. It's annoying and it's scaring people. Got it?" Before he can respond you turn on your heels and drag your friend down the hall by her wrist just hoping to put distance between the two of you. ---- You're pretty sure you made it clear that you don't want him near you anymore. But by now you know he doesn't give up so easily. One can only hope that he gets bored of you and finds someone else to bother.

You and your friends went out for brunch earlier, and all was well until Chelsea handed you something. She said that she found it in her bag but it was addressed to you, so you put it in your own bag.

You pour yourself a rum and coke and make yourself comfortable on the couch of your shared apartment. All of your roommates went out for drinks but you were too tired to go out.

After taking a sip of the sweet liquid in your glass, you examine the letter you were given earlier. It's a typical white envelope with your name written in pen. There's no address on it or return address so you assume it was just supposed to be handed to you.

You rip open the letter with your finger and pull out the singular loose leaf paper. It's folded in three sections so you pull it open. The handwriting is messy but in an aesthetic sort of way.

Dear y/n, I strongly suggest that you go to class 406B in the technical building tonight. Don't be late or you'll miss the whole party. 10:45 pm - see you then. I almost forgot, if you don't come I have some revealing pictures of you that I can share with anyone I wish to. XOXO

This is the strangest letter you've ever received. It's probably a prank by one of your roommates or friends. You've never sent nudes to anyone so obviously they're bluffing.

Though perhaps you should entertain your friends and go. Who knows, maybe there will be drinks. But you are tired... Maybe you'll just go to bed. You peek over to the time on your phone, it's 9:12 pm. Yeah, you'll just go to bed after you finish your drink.

'bzz' 'bzzz'

Who is texting you so late at night? You sit up and realize you fell asleep on the couch. You wipe the drool off of your face and grab your phone with distain for whoever woke you up.

It's a blocked number.

ur late

Late? Late for what? Your phone displays the time, 11:27 pm. Are your friends really this committed to their prank? They must be trying to get Tik Tok famous or some shit. Well you're awake now, you might as well head over there.

----

The moment you step into the building something seems off. If all of the lights including the emergency lights wasn't enough, the ground seems sticky. Though you can't bring yourself to use your phone flash light to see what it is.

Eventually you find the room 406B in the darkness. The door is closed and no lights are on in the room. It seems as if no one is inside. As you reach for the handle of the door, you notice something on the window of the door. You can barely make it out, but there's what looks like a hand print. You chuckle, this must be a prank.

Now feeling a little better, you open the door and step inside. It's too dark to see anything but you can make out some figures in the dark. It must be your friends thinking they're being sneaky.

You roll your eyes and look for the light switch, finding it and switching it on. You squint at the sudden light, and your eyes begin to focus. Which you wish they never did.

There is blood everywhere, on the ceiling, the windows, the floor, the tables... But that's not the most jarring part. Your friends are sitting in chairs, one of them sitting on the ground against the wall.

There is your friend Chelsea, sitting in a chair with her head tipped down. You can't even tell what color her clothes originally were, they're covered in red, a dark dark red. Next to her is Derick, he's sitting the same way except his head is tipped backwards. His eyes are wide and his face is left in permanent horror- expressing the brutality of his end. You can't bare to look anymore, you drop to your knees and cover your face with your hands.

You scream and scream until your voice is hoarse and throat is raw. You're left coughing while you are drowned by your own tears.

"Are you ready to give up yet?" A deep voice asks from in front of you.

You can't stop the flow of tears as you look up at this monster. He's also covered in blood, and some is splattered on his face. He wipes a thumb across his face in the blood, and brings it to his lips. Sobs rack your body, you can't even make sense of this.

Hisoka squats down so you're face to face and grips your jaw bone tightly in his hand. You can feel the now cold substance being rubbed against your jaw by his fingers and it makes you want to puke.

"I got tired of waiting for you." His grin is nauseating, forcing you to stop yourself from puking.

His nails dig into your skin, mixing your own blood with that of your friend's. He brings his face close to yours and in a gentle but menacing tone he croaks, "Let's stop this childish game, alright y/n?"

Illumi

It's easy to miss things when you're caught up with the rush of classes and friends and love. All of the parties and hangovers are enough to satisfy your needs for entertainment and drama in this boring life. If you didn't fill up your daily life with these acts, you would probably sleep every day away until you fell into a coma.

To put it short, you're a busy body. And busy bodies don't have time to stop and look around at what is happening. For example, how were you to notice the key under your doormat was missing, or how your dresser drawers were left slightly open when you know you closed them before leaving. Noticing these small things are definitely not on your agenda.

It's 10 am, Saturday, and you don't have any classes or work today. You're sitting at the kitchen bar, drinking coffee and chatting with your roommate. It isn't often that you have a free day, and sometimes it is nice to have even if you want to get moving. The sun is peeking through the curtains and the aroma of espresso beans is a delight. It's a bit chilly so you have a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. What a peaceful morn-

'BANG BANG'

Your roommate eyes you when someone bangs on the front door, already knowing the events that are about to take place. She rolls her eyes and stomps up the stairs to her room, not wanting to get involved. You always feel bad that your roommates have to listen to this but you're really not sure how to end it.

You take your last peaceful sip of coffee and call out, "Come in!"

Before you can even finish your sentence, he storms inside and slams the door behind him. Your boyfriend of course is mad about something you've done. He trudges towards you and moves the stool next to you out of the way, and leans towards you so his face is next to yours.

"Are you kidding me y/n?!" He yells in your ear, but you don't flinch because you're used to this.

He rips his phone from his pocket and shoves it in your face after pulling up a screenshot. It's a conversation between you and his friend.

"Can't you learn to shut your damn mouth? This is our business and you have no right to tell anyone about it!" He's practically seething with rage.

You take a last sip of coffee and set your mug down on the counter. You continue facing forward and not facing him. "It's not our business, it's yours. And I asked him if it was true that you were cheating on me." You turn your head towards him while grimacing and mutter, "Again."

Ah but you've just lighted a bomb with your words.

His face has gone red and he looks like he's about to explode. You begin wondering why you were ever attracted to him.

"Maybe if you weren't such a prude! I can't even kiss my girlfriend whenever I want, it's ridiculous. You know full well that you're so... so... Ugh! You know what? Fuck you!"

As quickly as he came, he runs out of the house, slamming the door once again.

You whisper to yourself, "Fuck you too."

God he's such a child, you don't even want to be with him anymore. But every time you decide to break up with him he suddenly becomes Mr.Perfect. "I'm so sorry." "I love you." "Let me make it up to you." And then he does make it up to you only to tear down all of his hard work.

----

It's been a few days since your big fight with your boyfriend. He hasn't talked to you at all but this isn't uncommon for him. You promised your roommates that you would break up with him, not just for yourself but for the sake of their peace and quiet.

You texted him a few times while you were at work but he left you on read. He's so petty. So you text him one last time.

Come 2 my place at 8 tonight, We need to talk

He answers immediately which surprises you.

Can't, flat tire Come to my place

It doesn't make a difference to you where it is so that's fine. You wonder if maybe he's come to terms with the fact this needs to end. Hopefully so. If there's one thing you want him to be mature about, it's this.

Your shift ends at 6:30pm. You drive home, shower, get dressed, eat something and get ready to leave.

You send one last text,

OMW

It's read immediately but there's no response. Well, it's not like you expected much from him anyway. You drive to his house at 7:45 pm, and arrive around 7:58 pm. All of the lights in his town house are on. He's a few years older than you so he has his own house due to somehow being able to hold down a job. With his anger issues it's hard to believe that he can hold onto anything. Damn, he really is an unattractive person isn't he?

You step out of your car and lock it. Now that you're out of the car you realize that it's very quiet. This is unusual for when you go to his house, normally you can hear music or the sound affects of a shitty video game. But it's silent. Maybe he's waiting for you? He must be taking this well.

You step up the creaky stairs of the house, and knock on the equally as creaky door. No response. Maybe he's sleeping? You peek into the mail box and take out the extra key for the house from it. But when you go to unlock the door, it's already unlocked. This is becoming very strange.

You push open the door and peer into the dark living room. It's not too dark that you can't make out the furniture in the darkness. You step inside and shut the door behind you, it's still quiet. Not quiet, absolutely and undeniably silent. You flick the light on and look around again, nothing seems out of place. It's messy, with empty beer cans and bottles on the ground per usual. The stains on his carpet remain untouched, including the vomit stain in the corner.

"Jay?" You call out into the still atmosphere. Nothing. Is he not home? That can't be, his car is in the driveway.

The sound of his old floor boards being stepped on echoes through the house. What the hell is he trying to pull? You look up the stairs, but it's only darker up there than it was down here. He must be drunk.

Each step you take up the stairs, your heart begins to pound faster. Something feels off, this doesn't feel right. This isn't like your boyfriend, he's simple, he wouldn't try scaring you like this. On the top step, you feel your shoe touch something soft. You lean down and pick it up, and raise it up to your face. A pair of thongs that definitely aren't yours. So that's what's happening. He couldn't even pull himself together for one night.

Your pounding heart is no longer caused by fear but anger. He's cheated too many times to count on your hands, but this time makes you angrier than you've ever been. He's never been in bed with another woman knowing that you were coming over. This is fucking ridiculous.

You stomp towards his room and kick the door open. It's dark but you can tell that there are two people in bed. Your vision has gone red, you've never been this angry in your life.

You don't bother turning the lights on, you storm over to his side of the bed and rip the covers off. Just barely you can make out a woman sleeping next to him. You grab his shoulder tightly and shake him violently to wake him up.

"Get the fuck up Jay! Get! Up!" He doesn't respond, you lean down and yell in his ear like he always does to you. "You're such a childish piece of shit!"

He still doesn't move or speak, for fuck's sake. You stomp back to the entrance of the room and flick on the light. You turn around and begin walking back towards the bed, when you're stopped in your tracks.

Everything is red, but it's not your vision anymore. The bed has been dyed red, and his naked body is covered in it. Your mouths falls open but no screams come out. The woman next to him is splayed out on the bed, naked as well. Covered in red. You look down at the hands that touched your boyfriend, they're also red.

You rush over to the bed and shake your boyfriend again.

"Jay? Jay! Can you hear me?" You put your ear to his chest but you don't hear anything. You put your finger under his nose but don't feel anything.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up! This isn't funny!" Tears stream down your face as you pull him to your chest, cradling him.

Your sobs make it hard to speak and your chest begins to hurt. "J-... Jay... This- isn't-" You gasp between each word, "Funny..."

It's only when you hear a noise coming from behind you that you stop to think about what's going on. It doesn't matter to you though, they could kill you too if they wished.

"People are strange." You turn your head to see where the voice is coming from.

It's someone you don't recognize, he's tall, pale, has long hair, and hypnotizing eyes. Your sobs cease for a moment and you hug your boyfriend tighter to you.

"All of that fighting... You were even coming here to break up with him and yet... You're sad that he's gone?" He makes his way towards you slowly, "I've done you a favor, haven't I?"

He looms over you but all you can do is stand there, frozen by fear.

The man grabs the back of your shirt and pulls you violently from Jay. You try to run back to him, but the man pulls you to him, hugging you tightly. No matter how much you flail in his grasp you can't get away from him. You're left sobbing into his shirt, your body limp in his arms.

"Why?" You manage to whisper.

He holds you to him with one arm and pets your hair with his other hand. "You were miserable. He was making you miserable."

He sighs and kisses the top of your head. What is going on?

"Come on, don't waste your energy on human garbage. I'm here, so it's fine." He states it so 'matter of fact'.

"Who?" Is all you can ask, unable to finish your question.

"I guess I haven't introduced myself yet. Illumi is my name." With ease, he grabs you by your shoulders and lifts your face up to his. "Your future husband."

Chrollo

What more could you ask for? You already have easy college classes, fun parties, a good part time job, great friends, and an amazing best friend. Tonight you're going to hang out with a bunch of friends and have drinks at one of their apartments. It's a pretty normal Thursday night, nothing odd about it.

You're waiting for your best friend to pick you up, he's always there to pick you up on the dot. If he doesn't come early that is. You shove all the essentials into your bag and hear a honk outside. Must be him.

But of course you're always tardy. You lace up your shoes and run out of the dorm room, tripping out of the building. He's watching as you stumble towards the car since one of your shoes is already unlaced. When you finally flop down in the passenger seat he shakes his head with a knowing smile.

"Oh y/n, will you ever be organized?" He asks with amusement.

You click your tongue and straighten out your clothes, "Don't ask such stupid questions."

He turns his body towards you as much as possible and pats his lap. You instinctively know what that means. You hike your foot up above the console and put your foot on his lap. He begins tying your shoe, his smile is unmoving. He's always smiling.

"Chrollo, you don't need to baby me." You roll your eyes and groan.

He laughs and pats your leg, signaling that he's done. "If not me then who?"

You swing your leg back over to your side and buckle up. The two of you hang out a lot. Since you're both going to the hangout tonight, you decided to car pool. But first you're going to go get the alcohol. Everyone has to bring something for everyone, that way you guys can get wasted with no qualms.

You plug your phone into the aux and play your shared playlist. The first song that comes on is "The Cult of Dionysus" by The Orion Experience. Something that he added.

Finally you feel like you can relax, it always feels that way around Chrollo. His presence is just, comforting, in every way. You feel like you can do anything, say anything, ask for anything. He's always there for you with no exceptions and honestly you think you may have feelings for him. But it's a question of are you confusing comfort and friendly affection for romanticism. It's just that he's so perfect, he doesn't have a single flaw. Not one that you've ever seen at least. You probably never will see one of his flaws.

You sink into the seat and sigh.

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, but quickly looks back at the road. "What's the matter?"

"Oh nothing... Just, everything is good."

He knows you better than anyone, so it's an obvious lie when you say this. "But what?"

Anytime he calls you out, you surrender and tell him everything. "Everything is so great you know." He nods with your statement. "I go to a good school, have good friends, have a good job." This has been on your mind for quite some time.

"Something is missing, you know? The excitement, the... the..." You chuckle and turn towards him and put up jazz hands, "The pizzazz!"

He doesn't turn to look at you but you know he saw you when his smile widens. "I get that. Maybe you just need to step outside of your comfort zone. Do something different."

Do something different? Yeah, maybe that is what you need.

----

All eleven of you are sitting in a circle on the ground, drinking and playing never have I ever. You take a long drink of your Mike's hard lemonade, which is just something to get the night going.

Dina wipes hair from her face and smiles, "Okay okay my turn. So never have I ever.... Uhh." She pops up when she thinks of something, "Never have I ever jumped out of a window."

DJ leans forward and raises an eyebrow, "Okay what kind of window we talking? High up? First floor?"

Dina answers, "Any kind, any kind of window." The majority of you put a finger down which makes the group burst out in laughter.

Your friend Zoey finishes off her bottle and slams it down on the floor. "Let's play something else."

"Like what?" One of your friends ask.

Zoey thinks for a moment, "Like... Truth or dare, spin the bottle. Or maybe eleven minutes in heaven."

Dj interjects, "I think it's seven minutes in heaven, not eleven."

"Oh whatever DJ, they rhyme." Zoey spits back.

Lex answers, "Let's play seven minutes in heaven!"

Of course DJ huffs and rolls his eyes, "What are we? Middle schoolers?"

Guac (which is his nickname) speaks up, "Oh come on, are you shy DJ?"

Finally the quiet Chrollo sitting next to you says something, "I'm not really interested. Right y/n?" He looks at you to back him up.

The group coos at the two of you and someone says, "We get it, you got something going on. The game is just for fun, don't be so serious Chrollo."

Chrollo opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off, "Hey, you told me to do something different. Maybe this is the first step."

His face shows betrayal and you feel a squeeze in your heart.

He stands up and glares at the group, "Whatever." He storms out of the apartment, and everyone mumbles to each other. Chrollo has never acted like this so this is quite a shock to everyone.

In order not to kill the mood you speak up, "Alright, let's pull names out of a hat!"

All of you write down your names on a small piece of paper and put it in a baseball cap. Dina pulls two names out of the hat and of course makes it a dramatic event.

"Alright so first we have the most lovely of people..." She looks at the group like a teacher waiting for an answer from her class. "Gracie!" Everyone claps and she stands up in front of all of you, taking a bow.

Dina pats her thighs rapidly, "Drum roll please!" Everyone obeys her, "The next hot piece of ass is y/n!"

You stand up and curtsey, taking Gracie's hand and leading her to the closet. Dina stands in front of the closet once both of you are inside and grins, "Timer starts now kids." She shuts the door on you two and all of your friends cheer from outside.

Here comes the awkward part. It's too dark to see her expression but you already know she's blushing.

You lean towards her and in a low voice so no one else can hear say, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

She shakes her head, and you brush a hand through her dark coils. The both of you giggle when your finger gets stuck in her hair. She leans in for a kiss, but before your lips meet you're interrupted.

The front door is opened and slammed shut, you hear the lock click as well.

"Hey Chrollo, you feeling better?" "What are you doing?" "Holy shit, please, what are you doing?!" "Are you fucking crazy? This isn't funny!"

Something slams against the closet door and Gracie yelps.

"Whoa whoa, we can work something out." They sound desperate "Back up!" You hear a loud thump and then screams. "Grab him guys!" It sounds like people are running around, but soon the screams become not those of only fear but of pain. There are gargled pleas and pathetic whimpers for mercy.

You and Gracie hold each other, gripping onto one another for dear life.

Soon the screams, pleas, thuds, gurgling, all of it ends. The apartment goes quiet and you try to silence your heavy breathing.

There's a loud thud right in front of the closet and then the doors are opened abruptly. There Chrollo is, covered in blood, and you can see the bodies of your friends behind him. Before you can react, he pulls Gracie away from you, slams the doors closed and there's another thud.

Gracie's screams are blood curdling, screeches and cries for help. You try to open the doors but something is blocking it, keeping them closed. As her screams get louder you throw yourself against the doors, trying to push whatever is there out of the way.

Before you can even imagine of getting out, the screams fade out into whimpers, and into nothing.

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

You're given no time to think when the doors fly open and you're face to face with Chrollo. He's blocking out the light and his usually neat clothes are crumpled and bloody. You look down to his hands, a sledge hammer hangs from his fingers, dripping with your friend's blood.

"Ch-Chrollo... Please don't." You whisper.

The sledge hammer drops to the ground and he wraps his arms around you gently. "Oh y/n. I would never hurt you."

He's so gentle with you, so gentle. It almost makes you forget what just happened, because he feels like home. "Why? Why did you do this?"

He steps back and grabs your shoulders, he leans down so he's eye to eye with you. "They crossed a line, a line that should not be crossed."

You begin to speak but he grabs your cheeks with one hand and dawns his usual smile, "You don't need them. You have me." He kisses your squished lips as if it were normal. "Right y/n?"

Slowly you nod, you don't need them. If Chrollo says it, it must be true.

"Good girl."

Aight’ Bet

Hi this is my first time posting on here so I hope whoever is reading this enjoys!! This is a noritoshi kamo x reader where the nori and (Y/N) need a little push from their wonderful Gojo sensei to finally confess~

"Dont you think (Y/N) and noritoshi would make the cutest couple!?" Gojo screamed over the phone to Utahime who sighed in response.

"I can't help but disagree Gojo, Noritoshi doesn't seem ready for a relationship plus is the only reason you rang me really to discuss our students non existent love lives?" Utahime retorted knowing that the couple would in fact be adorable yet refusing to accept that Gojo could actually be right about something.

"No Utahime! I bet if them two were able to spend a few hours together the tension would build up so high that one of them would burst and BAM a couple would be born" the blue eyed male replied, the volume of his voice increasing with each word trying to convince her that they were the highschool sweethearts the jujustu world needed.

“How could you even say that!? I get that its cute whenever they glance at each other and shy away with cute little blushing cheeks but i bet it would take more than a few hours for a whole relationship to-” “OH you bet“ Gojo interrupted an obvious smirk on his face knowing Utahime wouldn’t back down from his advances.

“you know what i meant idiot i wasn’t actually trying to make a bet with you especially after what happened last time” the black haired woman scoffed after hearing a chuckle through the phone.

“Aight’ bet! tomorrow ill bring my second years to kyoto for some training and then lets see if something happens between our precious students“ Gojo proposed excitedly as if he were a child in a sweet shop.

“you know what fine! and im only agreeing cause i know nothings gonna happen tomorrow between them i mean noritoshi is too stiff and (Y/N) always backs out last minute” utahime exclaimed not wanting to prove Gojo right. “GREAT! if i win then you will have to be my slave for 2 whole days and if you win ill be your-” “wait i never agreed to that!” “see ya tomorrow then!” Gojo had quickly rushed his farewells before hanging up relieved he avoided Utahime’s lecture.

"Alright class!" Gojo sensei yelled excitingly as he burst through the doors. This overgrown man child always had something new, it could never be a regular class where his students actually learn then were let out for a break. No Gojo Satorou had to be the most extra male on this earth and for the first time ever it worked in his second year student (Y/N)'s favour.

"What it is now?" Maki groaned with an annoyed expression on her face. No one could blame her though after all the blindfolded man put his beloved students through. "Don't be so sour maki! Be like me a sweet little mochi~ Oh and before I forget I wanted to let you all know that we will meeting with our lovely sister school for some training. Isnt that great!?" Gojo sensei had announced clapping his hands and smiling brightly.

'I wonder if training is all this is' (Y/N) thought to herself realising how sus this situation was before speaking out "wait Gojo sensei weren't we meant to learn a super secret technique today? You said that you were gonna show it us yesterday and that nothing could stop you" (Y/N) questioned as Inumaki gave a little "shake" for support.

"Well my dear (Y/N) something VERY important has come up and we must go to kyoto immediately. You have no right to deny and we will be leaving in 30 minutes so go grab whatever you kids need" Gojo sensei had practically sung before skipping out the door. What an odd man everyone collectively thought before getting up to grab whatever they needed.

30 minutes has passed and in that time panda had gathered his and maki's weapons while you and toge stocked up on cough medicine and basic medical equipment. The journey was short since Gojo had practically teleported you all there and all that was left was to approach the students.

A few figures from the distance were slowly coming into view and (Y/N) could vaguely make out that only utahime, miwa, mai, momo and noritoshi had attended this last minute joint training.

Despite the others reaching and gathering around your small group of second years giving their greetings the only thing your eyes could focus on was noritoshi’s thick black hair as it gently swayed in the breeze. Honestly it was as if the man was in a L'Oréal advert or something.

"(Y/N) stop staring we all know you both have this weird thing going on but we're here to train not flirt dumbass" Maki had whispered into your ear but little did she know that you were in fact here to flirt and not train due to a certain bet between two teachers.

“alright kids listen up! me and the wonderful Utahime sensei have set up this last minute training as its always good to train with new people and techniques. Everyone will be working in pairs“ Gojo announced before Utahime continued.

“The teams we decided on today will be Maki and Miwa, Momo and Imumaki, Panda and Mai then (Y/N) and Noritoshi. Eveyones free to do whatever they want in their sparring matches just don’t severely injure each other, me and Gojo will be watching over the matches and determine the winners“ Utahime informed all the students before they scurried off to in different spaced out areas.

"So Noritoshi how are you? Its been a while since we've last seen eachother" (Y/N) said trying not to let her nervousness show.

"I'm alright just studying and training to be honest. Although I recently started to practice cursive and can even write my own name now" he responded with pride and a small nice.

You laughed causing Noritoshi to cock his head to the side in confusion. "Is there something wrong with cursive?" His deep voice asked with clear offense.

"No no it's just that's so freaking cute and you look so happy about it too" (Y/N) teased with more laughter and ruffled his hair

"Oi don't touch my hair do you know how long it takes to do these wrap bang things?"

"Well how would I know I've never done them nori"

"Well one day I could teach you if you'd like" Noritoshi offered looking to the side trying to hide his red cheeks.

"Aww I'd love that I'm awful at doing hair to be honest so learning some new styles would be great but first we gotta get this dumb sparring match over and done with" (Y/N) moaned as she got into position.

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An hour had flew by and the students were taking a break from their matches happily chatting away while the teachers spoke in private about their progress. “come on look at the way they look at eachother OH (Y/N) touched his shoulder SHES FLIRTIN-” “GOJO SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR SO DAMN LOUD” “sorry but loooook they in love” Gojo cried out with fake tears in his cerulean eyes

“Alright lets just observe look theyre going to the vending machine to get some drinks like FRIENDS DO“ Utahime emphasised on the friends worried she might lose and become this awful mans slave for 2 days.

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“Nori im gonna go get a drink from the vending machine do you want one?” “Actually ill just come with you if you dont mind” “OH sure thats fine does anyone else want anything!?” (Y/N) yelled to the whole group receiving a choir of get me this please or get me that and the single tuna mayo.

The walk to the vending machine was quiet but a comfortable silence had fallen upon the pair. It was always like this when you were around Noritoshi Kamo. Peaceful. She didnt feel the need to go the extra mile to entertain him or ensure he wasn’t bored in your presence as your playful banter and sarcastic remarks towards one another was enough for the both of you. 

“(Y/N) is it me or have Gojo and Utahime sensei been staring at us more than the others?“ Noritoshi questioned unable to shake off the feeling of being watched. “Um i’m not too sure i havent been really paying attention to anything other than yo-“ Embarrasment washed over (Y/N) as the words flew out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

“Is that so?“ Nori smirked slightly as you swore you could drop dead right here in this moment. “No i just meant that” “Meant what?“ Noritoshi interrupted leaning closer as you fumbled through your words

“OH LOOK the vending machine is right there better get those drinks“ You quickly said and scrambled away before Noritoshi could get any closer.

“SEE Nori was too intimidating and (Y/N) ran off despite clearly wanting him! its never gonna happen today“ Utahime whispered to Gojo benhind the bushes as he shook his head. “Trust me i have faith in my wonderful (Y/N) I AINT RAISED NO BITCH“ He exclaimed in response while Utahime facepalmed.

The two young adults had collected all the drinks they needed and were ready to walk back to the group. ‘come on (Y/N) you’ve liked this man forever now and everyone knows he must like you back ITS NOW OR NEVER HOE’ (Y/N) screamed words of encouragement to herself before grabbing Noritoshi’s sleeve.

“Is everything alright (Y/N)?” “I have something ive been meaning to tell you Nori, I um like you a lot and i’d like to take you out if you dont mind” (Y/N) had practically yelled at the poor boy because of her stupid nerves and adrenaline.

The silence was broken by an angelic laughter coming from none other than Noritoshi Kamo. “Well i would’ve liked to be the one to take you out but i guess sometimes its alright for traditions and stereotypes to be broken by the younger generation” Nori responded as he walked closer to (Y/N) wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a sweet kiss. The kiss was messy and clearly new to the both but filled with much love and passion that was finally being expressed by the pair.

As their lips eventually pulled away never wanting this to end, heavy breaths filled the air and cheeks flushed but all that was interrupted by a white haired male clapping in the background screaming “YES I WIN” while the other teacher crouched to the ground tears in her eyes.

Fatgum As a Dad

This was inspired by a conversation I had on a discord server, we all have daddy issues and want Fatgum to adopt us so here’s all the shit we collected.

There are some serious themes in here, mostly regarding the biological parents of the kid, but it’s vague as possible. If anyone wants me to add a trigger warning please let me know.

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It all started when he was a kid, when he learned what an orphanage was. One of the kids in his class mentioned being from one, so when he got home he asked his parents about it. 

“Mom, what’s an orphanage?”

“Well, Taishiro, it’s where children that don’t have parents go. Then people can come and adopt the children. Why do you ask.”

“A kid at school said he’s from one, when d’you think he’s gonna get adopted?”

“He might, not all children get adopted. Some of them stay in the orphanage until they’re adults.”

“BUT THAT’S NOT FAIR!” he shouted. “EVERYONE DESERVES A HAPPY CHILDHOOD!”

“Well, honey, life’s not fair. And not everyone gets a happy life. It’s how most villains are made, actually. They were hurt more than everyone else and couldn’t handle it anymore. Not all villains are like that but many are. I think you should stay away from that kid, Taishiro. He might turn out a villain.”

But he didn’t stay away. And he made it his mission to become a pro hero so he could make a ton of money and help as many people as he could. He’d help even villains, keep them from doing something dangerous and inspire hope in them.

Then, he’d adopt any kid who needed a father. All the orphanages and foster programs would be empty. Homeless children off the street and in his house, being fed and clothed. He’d care for each and every one of them, not wanting a single person to feel like they didn’t belong. 

He finds most of his kids at pride parades. He walks around with a shirt that says ‘FREE DAD HUGS’ and a box full of candy. He remembered one of the kids walking up to him slowly.

“Um.. are you Fatgum?” 

“Yes I am!”

“Can I have a hug?”

“Yes you can, Kiddo!” he got down, and the kid put his arms on his stomach (Fatgum’s too big for anyone to fully hug, the dude’s taller than Allmight!) he wrapped his arms around the kid before he heard sniffles. He looked down and saw that the kid was crying.

“M-my parents never hug me like this!” they exclaimed. “They haven’t since I came out. They want to kick me out when I turn thirteen!” 

“Can I have their number? I’m going to... talk to them.”

He ended up taking the kid’s family to court, and since the parents were going to just kick the kid out anyways, they let Fatgum adopt them, but they kept nagging him about how he was ‘going to be raising a little demon.’

“Then call me Lucifer.” he spat right back. Now, that kid’s grown up, has pride flags all around their walls, and doesn’t ever doubt that they’re loved.

Fatgum probably bakes with his kids. Helping them up onto the counter to mix ingredients and play with the dough. If they mess something up or break a glass, it’s fine. He doesn’t yell at them or sigh and shake his head, he just kissed the kid on the forehead and helps them clean up the mess. 

The food always turns out amazing, and Fatgum always tells the kids that. All of his kids are now Gordon Ramsay level chefs and have probably met Gordon Ramsay. 

No matter what their body type is, Fatgum tells his kids their handsome/beautiful and are model worthy. If anyone comments of one of his kid’s body, whether it be negative or... ‘positive’ in a creepy way, you can expect that they’re getting slammed into the ground. No questions asked.

One of Fatgum’s kids is really good at make-up. Like, really good. So Fatgum did the only thing a rational father would do. 

Ask for a make-up job.

It didn’t end all that well...

“Hold still.. I gotta get the eyeliner on.”

“Gosh, Kiddo it’s making my eyes water.” 

“I know, just hold still... aaaand...... done! Now don’t touch it or it’ll smear!”

“Wow, that looks great! You’re really good at this!”

“Thanks, dad- you smeared it already didn’t you?”

“....Nope.”

Fatgum: I'm not gonna do it, it just seemed like a good option. 

Fatgum not even two seconds later after seeing a trans kid crying: now carrying said child on his shoulders while his spouse is chuckling in a corner after signing adoption papers I did it.

This man would get his kids almost anything they wanted. Especially kids with ADD/ADHD/Autism/Tourettes/Anxiety who need stim toys.

Kid: chewing on their nails.

Fatgum: here take this stim toy, and this one, you chew this one so that might help-

Kid ends up with more stim toys than they can count.

Fatgum: just doing his job 

The Daddy Issues Gang: Hi dad- oh shit wait- Hi- I- fuck- trauma ensues. crying

Fatgum: grabs the daddy issues gang we're going to the nearest courtroom say hello to your new father its me im the father ok lets go.

Kid: um, dad can I talk to you? 

 Fatgum, turning around quickly: yes? 

 Me: ‘he moved so quick, he's mad at me, I'm gonna get yelled at’ Sorry, sorry! 

Fatgum: uh, no. I'm getting you ice cream and a new stuffed animal no questions asked

He'd just know when something's wrong, and he’d be great at comforting.

His usual style of comfort is to let the kid sit on his stomach and tell him what’s wrong. His body is one giant pillow for his kids to lay on, he can fit at least eight of them if they cuddle in closely.

Once filmed a commercial dressed as the Cool-Aid man, and all of his kids were in the commercial.

Fatgum: Busts down wall  “OH YEAH!”

Director: “And CUT! Okay, try a little more aggressive-”

Fatgum, in tears: “I don’t wanna scare my kids.”

As stated before, if anyone makes his kids feel bad he’s punching them to the ground, but sometimes he’s not in a position where he can do that. Like if a Karen mom ever comes over.

"Linda stop bringing lemon squares if you're going to talk about my son that way because they're just as sour as your attitude."

Fatgum but he slaps the toxic members of your family and tells them to do better or he's taking you.

Then takes you anyway because you prefer him.

Fatgum with a sweater that says ‘mr dad guy on it’

Fatgum definitely watches ATLA, and quotes Uncle Iroh daily. When his kids are minding their own business they suddenly hear

“Leaves from the vine... falling so slow...” 

INAUDIBLE CHAOS AND PANIC

Fatgum agency cosplayed ATLA characters on Halloween.

Fatgum was Iroh.

Kirishima was Sokka.

Tamaki was either Momo or Appa.

Maybe get a couple others in on it too, Mirio could be Aang and if Kirishima convinces Todoroki to join for a while he’d totally be Zuko.

Fatgum lets his kids squish his face.

Fatgum used to work with a hero who was hard of hearing, so he learned sign language to help them, and he’s got the skill saved in case one of his kids might be deaf.

So one day, Kirishima invites Bakugou on patrol with him, and we all love that headcanon of Bakugou going deaf, so when he gets pissed at something, he starts insulting everyone around him in SL.

Fatgum notices and starts signing back to him.

YOU’RE ALL MOTHERFUCKERS AND I HATE YOU ALL!

Hey, now, let’s calm down and not call everyone motherfuckers.

FUCK YOU TOO

Bakugou...

Everyone thinks that they’re doing magic, because they’re making all these shapes with their hands and keep looking offended at each other.

Now, Fatgum tries his gosh darn hardest to keep up with the memes, so when his kids come home with good grades, he says “That’s so pog, Kiddo!”

All of his kids are embarrassed.

In the middle of a battle, he throws Kirishima at a villain and they both scream “YEET!” the villain afterwords forever lives in fear of the word ‘yeet’ because he thinks it’ll result in a human rock being thrown at his face.

Fatgum can’t text very well, because his fingers are just too damn big-

sonhsisntextsblooklikehthis'

Translation: so his texts look like this

you learn to understand his texts

Someone better get him a large tablet instead of a phone

If he gets married after he adopts the kids, there’s going to be a huge competition over who does the rings and who does the flowers etc.

If any of his kid’s ever bring home a romantic partner, you can bet your ass he’ll be all over them.

“What’s your average grade?”

“E-eighty percent sir!”

“And do you take sports?”

“No sir, I wish to be a biologist.”

“I see, I see...”

“DAD, YOU AREN”T INTERVIEWING MY PARTNER, ARE YOU? YOU SCARED OFF THE LAST THREE I DON’T WANNA DEAL WITH THAT AGAIN!”

“SORRY, KIDDO! I’LL LET THEM GO NOW! I’ve got my fucking eyes on you. Don’t screw this up.”

Hope y’all enjoy this, if y’all want I can write some headcanons for if Fatgum’s kid becomes a villain-

please talk to us about your Tim's life headcannons? 🥺

- Tim grows up in foster care for as long as he can remember

- this is fun bc adbandonment issues and a tendency to cling to people he meets that show him kindness and convincing himself that maybe if he's very good and nice people will let him stay longer and maybe like him

- maybe they wont leave him

- he's bounced around place to place with no sence of permanence

- from school to school

- (by school i mean like, boarding schools with houses and prefects. Like ww1 type pay for schools. Corporal punishment and all the shit like that)

- Tim made friends with the expectation that he would lose them in a few months

- got shit grades because he has really bad ADHD and isnt medicated at all and doesn't have things like extra time or teachers giving him notes

- he's trying but gave up at a certain point because he cannot focus well and his auditory processing is very bad and he cannot listen to lectures because he misses every 4th word and can't focus during tests

- Tim as an elementary school student was;;;; very fidgety ADHD wandering around.

- a problem child

- eventully he's like 16 and in a maybe a bit more permanent position

- he and Bertie become fast friends

- Tim is... Very very very clingy

- he's never had a friend he viewed as any sort of permanent and Bertie is so good and he's very much pouring everything he can into keeping Bertie his friend and making Bertie like him

- and Bertie does like Tim and does regard Tim his best friend but at a certain point that becomes a bit much

- they talk about ir probably and Tim does back off a bit but... He's still absolutley desperately clingy

- and he still stakes so much on he and Bertie's relationship

- i need to emphasize here that Tim and Bertie are not romantic to me

- Tim is kind of. Unhealthily clingy because of very valid reasons but that doesnt make it a good thing, their relationship isn't perfect

- I do need emphasise that Bertie loves tim as well. Bertie does solidly view Tim as his best friend and cares about him so much.

- but when Tim says things like "youre the only good thing in my life and id rather die than loose you" or  'i probably would have killed myself if i wasnt friends with you'

- that's. Very not good.

- Bertie loves tim and cares about Tim so much and does take care of him in many ways but Tim has alot of issues he's working through that stress Bertie out alot

- but they are best friends

- Tim is not an easy person to love and not an easy person to take care of

- he's a bad of trauma and issues and that doesn't change the fact that Bertie loves him

- but it does mean Bertie is stressed over Tim alot

- and Tim does not mean to do this at all

- alot of the reason why i am uncomfy with shipping them in my writing is because I view their relationship like this.

- With Tim as desperate and clingy and Bertie as caring and loving and concerned

- and a romantic relationship would be very power imbalanced because Tim already bends over backwards to not upset Bertie

- and already doesn't set boundaries well

- and while Bertie woudlnt hurt Tim intentionally i don't think that Tim would set any boundaries he would need

- and I just don't like the idea of that

- and i find this dynamic alot more interesting than romance tbh

- anyway

- Tim and Bertie are seniors together

- i don't know the British equilivant of that

- upperclassmen???

- final grade of highschool together

- anyway Bertie is 18 and Tim is 17

- on another note Tim is chronically Ill

- chronic fatigue and chronic pain because i say so

- so they're young adults

- they also grew up during like;;; a constant threat of war breaking out

- Tim!Earth post set to come out soon for context on the history but basically

- world war 1 never really stopped, moon colonization happened, litterally most of the world is on the edge of war constantly, Espessially England and there was always a war threat

- with like fire drills there was bomb drills and air strike drills and various other drills

- there was always a feeling of not "will another war happen?" But "when and how soon and where?"

- so anyway

- Tim and Bertie are young adults

- they're poor as shit, rooming together, trying to make ends meet

- Tim can work but bc of his chronic illness's it's hard for him to keep a steady job

- Bertie is doing is best

- but y'know

- its hard

- and Tim has alot of internalized ableism bc not only adhd but he was told he was making up his symptoms/being dramatic alot and just. He isn't great

- then the War rolled around

- now both of them fully believed in alot of propaganda, mostly about england being in the right and the queen being good

- history class was very biased for them

- so they're poor

- and the army gives benefits, free college, free housing, free things that they need. Things that could make their lives so much easier

-  so of course Bertie is like: im going

- and Tim is like: then I will too obviously. We're going together.

- this turns into a fight with Tim's adbandonment issues flaring and the entire "you said you woudlnt leave me alone again"

- and Bertie shooting back that he's trying to make things better for them and that he's sick

- "every man woman and child strong enough to hold a gun" Tim could enlist despite being chronically I'll don't @ me

- and Tim ends up winning more through changing his volume and yelling until Bertie got tired of fighting

- and recruiters song

- God recruiters song

- they believe every word.

- they do think they'll be home by Christmas

- they enlist together

- and the war happens

- alot of why Tim broke so badly at Bertie's death is that Bertie was the first permanent thing he had

- he refused to even concider what not having Bertie would be like

- because Bertie was supposed to be permanent

- was supposed to be with him forever because he was old enough to not be controlled anymore

- and he could do what he wanted

- and stay with whoever he wanted

- and that was bertie

But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 12: The Mirror]

A/N: Hi y’all!! Please enjoy, this is a long one. We’re getting into the exciting stuff now, so I’ll be putting all my creative energy into BYCNL and will hopefully finish up the series within the next month. Thank you so much for your love and support! Each and every reblog/message/comment makes me smile and means the absolute world to me! 💜

Chapter summary: John gets a rap sheet, Roger gets defensive, Y/N gets suspicious, News Of The World gets a headline.

This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.

Chapter warnings: Language, drugs, babies, drama, angst.

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You’re not late. You’re never late.

And at first that’s okay, it’s more than okay, it’s a relief; because it was too soon to have a baby anyway, less than a year into a supposedly meaningless marriage, a marriage you and Roger never even speak of, a marriage that might have never happened at all—might only exist as a particularly vivid and pleasant dream—if it wasn’t for your freshly-minted British citizenship. At first you greeted each dark, fruitless stain of blood with a casual ruefulness—oh well, one more month of freedom, you would think, smiling a little, worrying not very much at all—content to let that milestone trophy of womanhood, of life, lay undusted and unclaimed in the cluttered pit of your mental oak trunk with a tarnished gold latch shaped like a lion’s jaw.

After four months, you start to notice things. You notice the way Chrissie’s twins have small willow-green eyes that turn down in the corners, just like Brian does; you notice how John’s children have his downy hair and that innate sort of reticence that some people mistake for banality; you notice all those pretty, anonymous young women pushing strollers through the blossoming summer foliage of Hyde Park. You notice the way Roger grins and waves at babies when you see them in airports or hotel lobbies, dazzles them like he dazzles very nearly everybody, like he still dazzles you. You notice a longing buried in your bones that you hadn’t known existed.

After six months, you are no longer casually rueful. You start ignoring the calendar, as if not noticing you’re due could stop the bleeding from coming at all, like how you’re not supposed to stare at the clock if you want time to pass faster. You start watching what you’re eating, trying to get more sleep, opening all the windows when Roger smokes as he flips through fashion and music magazines with crafty little snickers, flashing those pointy canine teeth you once assumed your children would have.

And now, after nine months—as the world hurtles towards the conclusion of the brisk October of 1977—you have begun to worry; because maybe this thing, this thing that everyone accepts as a guaranteed feature of the all-inclusive package of the human experience, isn’t something you get to have at all. Roger doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask you about it. He is as he always is: sunlight and joy and heat and raw kinetic energy. But sometimes Roger’s huge blue eyes—those eyes you fell in love with, those eyes that convinced you to follow Queen to London, to stardom, to thunderous stadiums all over the world—go vacant as he gazes out into the horizon, as the sun sets over the garden of the Surrey house, as his face is lit up in gold and amber and celestial fury like the wildfire his soul is made of.

And you’ve begun to worry about him, too.

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The phone rings from the nightstand. The shrill clanging, like hail on glass, makes you wince beneath the tangle of blankets. Your hand fumbles out into cool night air, which pours in from the open bedroom window.

Where’s Roger?

Then you remember his hushed voice, his bleached hair tickling your cheek, his lips pressed to your temple: Hey baby. I gotta go jam with some people. Grab a drink or two. You sleep, I’ll be back by morning.

Sure, okay, fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. One of those infinite casualties of fame.

You haul the phone to your ear. “Hello...?”

“Hello darling, are you busy?”

“Well, it’s 2:39 a.m., Fred. So not very.”

“Perfect. I need you to go post bail for John.”

You wrench yourself upright, rubbing your eyes with your free hand. “What?!”

“He was drunk driving and backed into a cop car, pure genius. I’m rather indisposed myself at the moment, and of course Veronica can’t know. And you’re so good with him, dear.”

Your feet have already swung off the bed and onto the plush white carpet. You wonder what Freddie is ‘indisposed’ with; there are so many possibilities these days. “And you know about this...because...?”

“He used his phone call on me, darling. I don’t think he wanted to bother you. I suspect he’s a bit mortified.”

“Yeah, well, he should be.” You sigh and start pawing through the safe in the bedroom closet, the spiraled phone cord pulled taunt. Hundred-pound notes shuffle weightlessly between your fingers. You remember when Queen had no money at all, when you and Roger shared a pitiful—dodgy, you amend—one-bedroom flat, when you had to assemble each bouquet and tie each ribbon for John’s wedding by hand; and you’re shocked by the nostalgia that hits you in the gut like brass knuckles. “Sure, I’ll go get him. Just tell me where he is and how much he’ll owe me.”

John is slumped on the floor of the jail cell, alone and sweated and miserable. His hair is in complete disarray. He peers up at you through the iron bars with red, swollen, unfocused eyes.

“Hey,” you say quietly, smiling although you know you shouldn’t be.

He covers his face with both hands and moans. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“Too late. Freddie asked me to come get you, he was drunk or high or in the middle of an orgy or something. You are the worst drunk driver in the world, just so you’re aware. You are obviously not cut out for a life of crime.”

“So I’ve gathered.” He swipes at the strands of hair stuck to his forehead with the back of his hand, bites his lower lip, shakes his head with that thousand-yard stare that says: How the fuck did I get here?

You drop down to your knees to meet him at his level. The concrete floor is filthy, spotted with grime and dust and crushed insects and smears of what might be blood. “What’s going on, John?” you ask gently.

“I can’t keep doing this,” he murmurs. “It’s okay when we’re on tour. When we’re on tour I’m preoccupied and exhausted and too high on the rush to think about it too much. I’m numb. Mostly. But then I come home and it’s...” He glowers, balls his hands into fists, beats them clumsily against his thighs. “It’s this relentless fucking cycle of feeling dissatisfied and guilty and inadequate. A disappointment of a husband. A failure of a father. And it’s inescapable.”

“Well, the constant pregnancy situation probably doesn’t help.” Veronica is expecting their third child in February.

He waves a hand dismissively, rolls his eyes. “It’s part of the thing. The ‘being a good husband’ thing. I can’t fix that. Birth control is a sin or whatever. Jesus is too busy pissing himself over that to care about starving kids in the Soviet Union, I guess.”

“That’s a cheerful prospect.”

“Sorry.”

“No, please, by all means. Throw off all your baggage, I can take it.”

Now he smirks, just faintly. “That’s what we’ve always done for each other, right?”

“We’ll be back on tour in a few weeks, John.” And that was true; the News Of The World Tour was scheduled to begin on November 11th in Portland, Maine. The band would spend the 12th in Boston and join your parents for dinner at the Queen Anne-style house at the intersection of Apple and Arcadia that you grew up in.

He whispers forlornly: “I can’t run from this forever.”

“You might have to. I’d love to know what Slavic Jesus has to say about divorce.”

John coughs out a surprised laugh. “Thank you. I needed that.”

“Come on. I posted your bail. I won’t tell Roger if you won’t. You can put the extra five thousand pounds in your ‘fake my own death and go live on a tropical island’ fund instead of paying us back.” You’re not serious, and John knows that; he would never abandon his children, even if they weren’t old enough to really remember him yet. But it has the desired effect, which of course is lifting the mood, making John divulge that rare and beautiful smile.

“I’m a wreck. I can’t go home like this. It’d be worse than not coming home at all.”

“I’m happy to offer you one of our five superfluous bedrooms.”

“Okay,” John sighs, clutching the bars of his jail cell and dragging himself to his feet. “I’m so sorry. I owe you for this, I really do.”

“No,” you reply, grinning. “Just find a way to send me the coordinates so I can visit you on your secret tropical island once in a while.”

You drive John home to the Surrey house, get him set up in the spare bedroom with the blue-grey wallpaper and blankets patterned with seahorses, give him a stack of Roger’s clean clothes, lay out fresh towels and a tray of water and cookies—biscuits, you reprimand yourself—for him. He’s mostly sober now, which makes you feel somewhat better; still, you are aware that you hate the thought of leaving him alone, even if he’s only a few walls away.

“Thank you,” he says as you stand in the doorway, his face meditative, his hands in the pockets of his leather coat.

“Of course.”

“You’re a good friend. The best, actually.”

“You’re a good man. You don’t always know it, but you are.”

John just stares at you with an expression you can’t read. Like the ocean: always mysterious, always profound. “Goodnight,” he says after a while.

“Goodnight, John.”

As you pull the bedroom door shut, you hear erratic thumps coming up the staircase. Roger stumbles into the upstairs hallway, singing under his breath and drumming the air with invisible drumsticks, and holds out his arms when he sees you. He’s wearing his dark green suit, an unraveling tie, one sparkling pink Converse, his prescription sunglasses tangled in his hair and forgotten. His eyes are effervescent, flighty, almost manic.

“Hey, love of my life!” he cries, comically loud. “What are you doing up?!”

“Shhhhh! Your bassist partied a little too hard and needed a place to crash that wasn’t overrun with kids. He’s in the blue room.”

“Deaks? Deaks is sleeping over?!” Roger exclaims, beaming. “All my favorite people are here!”

“Yeah, but you shouldn’t bother him. He’s pretty messed up, he needs the rest. I’ll make everyone pancakes in the morning or something. Come over here, let’s get you—” But the words die in your throat as you try to tug off Roger’s suit jacket. Fine white powder sheds off the emerald velvet fabric and onto your palm. You blink at it, at the residue like crushed aspirin, like the salt they scatter on Boston roads the night before a snowfall. “What is this?”

He rips his sleeve away, conjures up a smile to throw you off the trail. To dazzle his way out of this. “Nothing.” But he knows. And he knows you know too.

“You were...snorting coke...?”

“Come on, baby, don’t be like that...” He tries to embrace you; you shove him back.

“Roger, no, this is...this is...” You shake your head, shrugging off the shock, searching for the words. You’re confused, you’re exhausted, your mind is whirling. “We’re home, Roger,” you plead, like it means something.

Has he done this before? When? How often? With who?

You should know the answers. It’s not a good sign that you don’t.

“So?” Now he’s indignant.

“So it’s not like being on tour, you’re supposed to take it easy at home, you’re supposed to be, I don’t know, relaxed and recovering and, and, and content...”

You’re not supposed to have an excuse to do all those things that destroy people.

He laughs bitterly. “What, ‘happy at home’?! When has that ever been me?”

“Rog, please, I’m not saying you can’t work all the time or drink or smoke, I’m not even saying you can’t get wasted, I’m just drawing the line at cocaine and I don’t think that’s a terribly despotic place to draw a line.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I must have missed it, when did you become too moralistic for drugs?”

“Acid is different than coke and you know it. Acid doesn’t kill people.”

He glares at you, savage, almost hateful. “You don’t get to put me in a cage.”

“I’m not being controlling or self-righteous, I’m being concerned—”

“You’re being a fucking cop, that’s what you’re being,” Roger snaps.

“What do you want me to say?! I’m a registered nurse, Roger, I’m a medical professional, it’s literally my job to keep you alive—”

“No, it’s your job to make sure we can record and tour and I need it, I can’t play without it, don’t you get that?! I fucking need it!”

Instantly, John is between you, still fully dressed and sweating Manhattans out of his pores and seething. He’s taller than Roger; surely you must have noticed that before. But if you had, you’ve since forgotten. “Roger,” he threatens in a low, unyielding voice. “Go to bed.”

Roger recoils, disoriented, then opens his mouth to protest.

“Go!” John roars, pointing towards the main bedroom. He wants to say more, you can tell, he has rage burning in him like dragonfire; and if it had been Brian or even Freddie, John would have said it. But this is Roger. And you can’t remember a time John has ever raised his voice to Roger before now.

Roger can’t wrap his brain around it either, particularly in his present condition. His eyelids flutter a few times, then he scoffs—a dismissive, derisive sound, a sound that says I don’t know what to do with this information—and staggers away. He slams the bedroom door behind him as he disappears inside.

You collapse against the nearest wall and hiss in ragged breaths through your teeth, your eyes wet and stinging, your hands trembling as you press your knuckles to your lips.

“I-I-I’m so sorry about that,” you whisper, avoiding John’s eyes.

He’s going to say something, something harsh and terrible but true. He’s finally going to tell me how stupid I was for ever thinking this could work, just like Chrissie and Freddie and Brian. He’s going to tell me I deserve it.

Instead, John offers only this, his words flat and hollow: “Yeah. I’m sorry everyone is disappointing you tonight.”

And then he’s gone.

~~~~~~~~~~

In the morning—early afternoon, really—Roger doesn’t remember; or at least he feigns convincingly that he doesn’t. He props his feet up on the kitchen table and shovels down six pancakes and theatrically relays to you all the scandalous celebrity gossip in the News Of The World magazine with his prescription sunglasses perched bookishly on his nose. He asks you three times if you’re alright, trying to read the hesitance in your eyes, to unearth all those questions that are taking up a permanent residence there. You smile and nod, sip your tea, watch the sharp autumn sunshine as it streams in through the windows and bathes Roger in luminescence that seems so benignly interminable in the light of day. And when you peer into the bedroom with seahorse-patterned blankets and walls the color of cold rain, John has vanished; but the air is heavy with the scent of a litany of cigarettes and there’s a handwritten note left on one pillow.

Thanks for everything. Hang tough, as the Yanks say. An island getaway awaits you.

~ World’s Worst Drunk Driver

At 3 p.m., John calls and asks if the Taylors would be interested in an outing to the park while he gives Veronica a few hours alone to catch up on housework without the kids. His tone is light, casual, harmless; but you suspect he’s checking in on you.

“Of course we’re interested!” Roger says, snatching his ostentatious fur coat off the back of his chair. “Baby, love of my life, go get some cash from the safe so we can buy the kids ice cream.”

Incidentally, there’s not much cash left in the safe; but you find a ten-pound note in your wallet for the ice cream man and make a mental note to run to the bank on Monday.

Hyde Park in October isn’t so different than Boston. The leaves above are a kaleidoscope of sunstone and rubies and jasper and jade, crisping and curling around their serrated edges, drifting listlessly onto pavement paths to be crushed beneath rushing feet; the roots of the trees are centuries deep. Chrissie is walking laps around the pond as she pushes the twins’ stroller; Evelyn is a fairly good sleeper, but Theodore—Teddy to his closest confidants, of which you are one—is an anxious baby and prone to whining. He’s definitely Brian’s son, you often find yourself thinking with an affectionate smirk. John’s ten-month-old daughter Anna is nestled in your arms in a semi-conscious state, having thoroughly exhausted herself by painting her face with chocolate ice cream and thereafter enduring an impromptu bath and wardrobe change in a public restroom.

Laszlo, two years old and with a mop of auburn curls, trots by the edge of the pond as Roger grips his tiny hand, periodically crouches down beside him, grins hugely and points out swans and fish darting through the dark rippling water. Laszlo shrieks with laughter and tries to steal Roger’s sunglasses, which glint in the sunlight like black mirrors.

“So your kid’s a convict too,” you say to John.

“Gotta train them when they’re still small and good for shimmying through dog doors and such.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Extremely hungover, but I’m trying not to show it.”

“You’re doing a good job, I wouldn’t have known.”

“Excellent. I don’t think Veronica noticed. She was very curious about how I ended up in a pair of Roger’s skintight leopard-print pants, though.”

You chuckle, glimpsing down at Anna, rocking her a little as her eyes flitter open and then close again. You and John are on opposite ends of a wooden park bench, your ankles crossed and resting in his lap, your hair rustling in the breeze. John peers over at you periodically, studies you like an ancient statue of Aphrodite or Perseus under a spotlight in an echoing museum, then resumes his sketching. Your smile dies as you watch Roger giggle with Laszlo, lift him high into the cool autumn air, trumpet mock airplane noises in that high, raspy voice.

“Come on,” John prompts, nudging your boots. “I’ll take the baggage if you’ll let me.”

No, I think I’ll keep this one to myself. But you don’t. “It’s my fault,” you say softly. It’s my fault we can’t have children.

John lifts his pencil from the page, his greyish eyes gentle. “You don’t know that.”

“Statistically, it is most likely my fault.”

“It hasn’t been that long, has it? Definitely less than a year. Sometimes these things take time.”

“They didn’t for you and Veronica.”

“Yes, well...” John frowns uneasily. “That’s not always such a blessing.”

“How helpful. You should write newspaper columns for depressed housewives. ‘Don’t worry about that infertility dear, you could have it worse, you could have a life sentence with someone you can’t fucking stand.’”

That was unkind, you think, immediately regretting it. That might have been too far.

But John doesn’t seem offended. His pencil flies over the paper as he glances over at you again. “Is that all? Please continue. I’m riveted to learn more about my alternative career path.”

“No, I think I’m done.”

“Okay. What’s your favorite flower?”

You consider that. “Roger always gets me carnations or roses...and I like them, don’t get me wrong...but I don’t know if I’d call either of those my favorite.”

“It’s not that deep a question, Miss Nightingale.”

“I’ll defer to the artist’s expertise. Surprise me.”

“I’m no artist,” John warns, but he returns to his sketching nonetheless. “I’m really sorry about last night, by the way. I was being stupid and dramatic and immature and self-pitying. ‘Midway on our life's journey, I found myself in dark woods, the right road lost,’ etcetera etcetera.”

You’re no great connoisseur of Italian literature, but you recognize those famous opening lines of the Inferno. “Can I ask you something?”

“Please do.”

“What is this fascination you have with Dante?”

“Truly?”

“Yeah.”

He smiles pensively with his eyes cast out over the pond. “I like that his story has a happy ending. That someone can start in hell and sweat out all their sins in purgatory and end up among the stars.”

You raise your eyebrows, taken back, impressed. “That’s awfully poetic.”

“It’s strange, probably,” John says, scrutinizing his drawing.

“No, really. I love it.”

“Yeah?” He’s doubtful, but he’ll allow himself to believe you if you insist.

“Yeah. And no more drunk driving or other acts of self-destruction, okay? Queen would crumble without you, John. And so would I.”

In reply, he rips the page out of his notebook and hands it over. The image is of you: so infinitely more lovely and at peace than you feel, eyes wise and contented and reflecting halos of sunlight, John’s daughter dozing in your arms.

Tucked behind your ear, etched in graphite shadows, is a calla lily.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Darling, what do I look like?” Freddie bats his eyelashes flirtatiously.

“A raccoon.”

His face screws into a grimace. “I’m supposed to be a cat.”

“Yes, I’m cognizant of that. But you look like a raccoon. Which is why people keep assuming you’re a raccoon, which is why you’re asking me now if you look like one.”

“Bloody hell,” he groans, puffs on a cigarette, fluffs his hair irritably, slurps a drink that is fizzy and sapphire blue.

“The problem is that you went with black and white. You should have dressed as a calico or something. Or a grey cat, oh, I love the chubby grey ones!”

“I’m a musician, darling, not a fucking zoologist.” He exhales a ring of smoke and meanders away.

Queen, the band’s associates, and various music industry figures are all milling around the night-draped mansion. It’s half a Halloween celebration and half a launch party for News Of The World, an album named for the tabloid that Roger both loathes and yet refuses to stop having delivered to the Surrey house. He can’t stand the thought of not being clued into the latest gossip, trends, fashion, awards, of missing any piece of what stardom has to offer. In the spirit of Halloween, Roger is dressed as a tiger, his sleeveless sequined shirt striped with orange and black. You are a veterinarian (not so far a cry from a nurse that you can’t repurpose your old uniform), John a shark (he’s taped a cardboard triangle to his back like a fin), Veronica a sea turtle in a teal dress and with a shell painted over her sizable baby bump, Brian and Chrissie both bright green aliens with antennae bobbing from their headbands. Mary is here as well—outfitted (quite appropriately) like an Enlightenment-era queen—but so is Freddie’s new boyfriend, a shy man named Anthony who is young and handsome and compliant and dressed as a mouse. Mary beams dutifully whenever Freddie is speaking to her, but her expression clouds over when he turns away. She no longer has a gold ring gleaming on her wedding finger, although she did gain an athletic blond date whom she seems largely indifferent to.

As Roger wanders through the crowd shaking hands and howling at jokes, you sip champagne by the snack table and devour an obscene amount of crab puffs. John and Veronica are chatting—unenthusiastically, from what you can tell—nearby with lamb kabobs in their grasps. John passes you a smirk every once in a while, an I’m so over this party and I know you are too smirk of commiseration, and nurses a Manhattan. Chrissie nibbles on disks of cucumber and baby carrots and not much else, which is very unlike her.

“You alright?” you ask worriedly. “You aren’t sick, are you? These crab puff things are incredible, I can’t stop eating them. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve had three dinners so far tonight, I’ve become a monster.”

Chrissie’s lips are a tight, humorless line. “I’m perfectly healthy, I’m just a cow.”

“Chris, honey, don’t!” You pat her shoulder reassuringly with one hand, pop another crab puff into your mouth with the other. “You’re gorgeous, and most women’s bodies change once they have babies, it’s natural!”

“Yeah, well most women aren’t married to men with infinite opportunities to upgrade.”

“Chrissie, no,” you murmur, pained; but you aren’t sure what else to say. She’s not wrong. I wish she was, but she isn’t. And she already knows that.

Dreams by Fleetwood Mac is playing from the reverberating stereo, Stevie Nicks’ sensuous, nasally voice climbing through air choked with strangers and cigarette smoke.

“Now here you go again

You say you want your freedom

Well, who am I to keep you down?”

Brian bids farewell to some record company executive he was talking to across the room and slips out onto the back porch of the house, and after a moment Chrissie follows him. You resist the temptation to eavesdrop until you can clearly hear their voices, raised and combative, through the sliding glass door. You glance to John, apprehensive.

You better go out there, he mouths, and so you do.

“Thunder only happens when it's rainin'

Players only love you when they're playin'

Say women, they will come and they will go

When the rain washes you clean, you'll know...”

Under cold October stars, Chrissie has trapped her horrified-looking husband, backed him into a fountain of a dolphin spewing an endless stream of water from its snout. “Did you think I wouldn’t listen to your own fucking album, Brian?!” She shrieks. “Who is she, huh? Who the fuck is she?!”

You grip her arm and try to lead her away. “Chrissie, babe, not here—”

“It’s Late, Brian? Yeah, it’s real fucking late in your life to still be chasing whores over in America while I’m building your family here, isn’t it?!”

“Love, please, it’s not true,” Brian attempts anemically, reaching for her.

“It is!” Chrissie rages. “It is and it always has been and I was too busy being some blind stupid idiot who loved you to see it!”

She breaks down in tears and you shove Brian away, shoo him back inside. You pitch him a fierce glare as he leaves, retreating like a kicked dog. There’s nothing you can do to fix this, you coward. Because everything she’s saying is true. Chrissie clings to you like a life raft, sobbing into your shoulder, asking what she did wrong.

“I’m sorry,” you tell her, over and over again; because that’s all there is to say.

Eventually Chrissie quiets, goes still and resigned and numb, and you help her fix her makeup and lead her back inside. You stand with her beside the snack table and swear not to leave her side until the party’s over, until the men are done celebrating yet another triumph that will take them further and further from home. Brian is nowhere to be found.

“That goddamn broodmare,” Chrissie hisses, gulping straight vodka, staring venomously at Veronica.

“Why do you hate her so much? I mean she can be dull, yeah. She’s sanctimonious and naïve and dresses like a freaking Mennonite. But she’s not horrible or anything.” And her life isn’t so perfect either.

“It’s not obvious?” Chrissie asks, her voice like a blade.

“No...?”

Chrissie’s eyes are scorching, although you’re not the person she’s furious with. You just happen to be standing in the path of the storm. “Because she’s the only one of us who’s never going to have to find out what this feels like.”

Oh, I don’t like that. I don’t like that at all.

You try to spot Roger in the teeming room. He’s over by a crackling fireplace, telling stories with dramatic sweeps of his hands, bleeding charisma like sweat, and none of that is unusual at all. One of the people he’s talking to is Dominique Beyrand, and that’s not so unusual either; Richard Branson ends up at a lot of industry events, and Dom trails him around like a shadow, nodding politely and contributing little chirps of conversation in that posh French accent.

But here’s the strange part; here’s the part you’ve never seen before.

When Roger flashes that dazzling smile of his, Dominique smiles back.

~~~~~~~~~~

Three days later, you’re steeping in a sweltering bubble bath as the phone rings downstairs. You ignore it at first, because the hot water is unraveling all the tension in your muscles and the lurking shadows in your mind, and also because the calendar is hanging right beside the phone in the kitchen and you’re quite committed to ignoring it this morning. But the phone rings again, and again, and you’re aware that it could be something serious; Roger is working on some non-Queen collaboration at a studio in downtown London, and something could have happened to him.

Especially considering his recreational preferences lately.

You scramble out of the tub, pull on a robe that sticks uncomfortably to your dripping skin, leave a path of bathwater footprints down the hallway and steps—slipping twice and clinging to the banister for dear life—before finally careening into the kitchen to snatch the phone off the wall.

“Hello?” you gasp, winded.

It’s not Roger, nor someone calling to inform you that Roger has overdosed or disappeared or vaulted down a staircase or been hit by a bus. It’s Chrissie.

“Have you seen the News Of The World yet?” she demands.

“Ummm, the album...?” Of course I’ve listened to the album. About a million times. You have a particular affinity for Spread Your Wings.

“No, not the album,” she snaps impatiently, although she kindly leaves out the you idiot addition that her tone implicates. “The magazine. Have you seen it today?”

“I was mid-bubble bath and almost broke my neck sprinting for the phone. So no.”

“Good. Don’t read a word. Don’t talk to anyone. I’m coming over. I’m gonna grab John and come right over.”

“Chris, what—?”

“Do not touch that fucking magazine!” she screams, and hangs up.

Naturally, you don’t listen.

You go to the main door of the Surrey mansion and open it. Sure enough, the new issue of News Of The World is waiting on the porch for you. You pluck it up with damp hands; the whirlpools of your fingerprints stick to the parchment.

On the front page is a photo of Roger, but he’s not alone. He’s scowling at the paparazzo snapping the picture, his face lit up by the flash, painfully and unmistakably stunning. He’s in some sort of alley or side entrance to a restaurant or club. He’s somewhere he’s trying not to be seen, which anyone could tell you is remarkable for Roger Taylor. Beside him is a woman you recognize; and although she’s looking down and trying to hide behind her shock of lustrous black hair, you can see her lips are smiling.

The headline reads: “Queen Drummer Spends Royally on London Love Nest for French Mistress.”

✨childhood storytime✨ (because i do have memories. shut uP i DO.)

backstory for this: i was thinking about taob zuko and his leg and this memory came to mind AND i decided to share it with the entire internet to get it to stop the rent free-ness (content warning for like burns and shit, i don’t think it’s graphic but tell me if i’m wrong)

alright now. picture this. l o n g summer roadtrip (weeks of camping) with one (and i can’t emphasize this point enough) EXTREMELY dysfunctional family. parents are constantly fighting, an three kids and an infant are along for the ride, eldest child was just extremely dumb and lost their phone (who gives an eight year old a fucking phone that was a terrible idea), and they’re in an entirely different fucking state than where they live. (side note: don’t let your future husband drag you along on a camping road trip after you’ve just given birth if he’s not gonna fucking help with your four kids. no i’m not bitter for my mother because she refuses to be what are you talking about)

NOW, shitty fucking car, stage left. it’s already broken down and been towed ONCE this trip, but Parental Units decide that we can make it fucking work. after all, we only have about half of the trip left, it’ll be okay, right? wrong. car breaks down again. tensions are already high and now we’re in fucking fresno, a shitty californian town with the interest factor of the bottom of a boot and the heat of a goddamn oven.

ANYWAYS, we do slightly illegal shit as *fun family bonding* (which is an oxymoron) yadda yadda yadda it entails mostly just riding in the car as it’s being towed, ducking down to keep out of sight, it’s whatever. fast forward to the car dealership. mother is fucking stressed at this point in the trip, constantly taking care of four kids while my father’s off ??? being indecisive and/or a piece of shit probably. and now OH SHIT they have to buy a car because ours is past the point of no return. it’s now good for parts only. we do the whole thing, pick out a flashy and sexy (old and used) minivan, and now it’s time for negotiations because i’m pretty sure we can’t actually afford the price of this car. maybe we can. (money is perpetually tight until we fast forward five years and the Divorce happens and guess who’s making a shit ton more money than we thought?? ding ding it’s Father Dearest!! guess mother and the kids could’ve afforded those new clothes and foods instead of scrounging and saving all that time :)))))) *insert the “it’s free real estate” meme except “it’s financial abuse”*)

SO we’ve got a family of six looking very homeless with all of their luggage in the middle of a car dealership in fresno, hoping we don’t look desperate so we can buy the fucking car and get back to washington before school starts. i don’t remember how it happened that i, an eight year old child, wound up babysitting my six year old brother in an unfamiliar place with no supervision whatsoever, but my best guess is that my mom had a large dose of “I’m So Fucking Tired Of Four Children” juice that particular morning and my dad honestly did not notice and/or give two shits.

scene is set. the eight year old and the six year old, in the little dealership lounge thing-y, strangers milling about, and either ‘ice age’ or ‘kung fu panda’ playing on the tv screen. eight year old me decides, “hey i’m going to go make myself some dealership!hot chocolate!” as one does. i do, and spoiler alert, it’s scalding. my memory is foggy as shit in general so i actually barely remember most of what i’m telling you (*sings nicely* jigsAw puzzle, we’re putting the picture together) anyways, what i think happens next is that i get distracted and spill the pretty much boiling hot chocolate on myself (i just realized this is todoroki vibes as shit except to myself and the burn isn’t as severe. so actually not really nevermind). 

now, MY first (paraphrased) thought, being the fucked up child and product of my environment that i am, was “oh shit. i can’t tell mom and dad or else they’ll be mad at me that i did a bad job at watching my brother.” can you start to see where my unhealthy mindset comes from? i’ve Been this way. my second thought is probably “i’m glad my pants are tan so that the hot chocolate blends in” which like. it did not and im pretty astounded because i don’t think my parents ever noticed lmao.

everything happens, i grab a TON of napkins to clean up the spill, i ignore the pain of burning skin, i don’t remember how bad it hurt or if i cried but the answer is probably yes to both, and i try to do it as sneakily as possible so none of the adults in the room or my brother notice. mission successful, no one has called me on my bullshit, i’m in the clear. i plan on keeping this a Forever Secret so my parents don’t find out how irresponsible i am, and continue to suffer through what im now aware was probably a pretty severe burn, until it heals. i never treated it or anything, so it’s kind of a wonder it didn’t get infected and kill me. wow, so cool.

to end the story, i don’t actually remember ever telling my mother about this, although she knows somehow? i was really surprised that she did, but one day i was wearing shorts and she just randomly brought it up to my aunt. outside of that, i have no memory of discussing it. (probably at one point she saw the massive burn on my leg and asked me where it was from, is my best guess of how she found out) my father, if he knows (doubtful), has never brought it up. the burn now is pretty faded, but it’s also been the better part of a decade so i’d expect that. the only reason i know any of these memories are real is because i have the scar to prove it, so that’s fun for my brain. for all i know, i could’ve blocked out almost the entirety of what really happened so maybe i shouldn’t take my word for it. at least it makes for a fun and interesting story.

OH ALSO I JUST REMEMBERED the burn was pretty brown-ish when it first happened so eight year old me thought i got permanently stained by the hot chocolate for a little while there slfjlsjdfldhfslh

so yeah this was one of like two off the top of my head stories about how i probably could’ve died in worse circumstances from my own inability to seek help but did Not. also, just another example of my capacity of secrets, because i have a Lot and none of them are the fun kind.

sobs while thinking about anyone falling in love with akali... poor souls...

anyway gonna put the rest here bc it was a tag ramble but ??????

seven said smth like she’s here for a good time not a long time yesterday and im like wow ur so right...

akali loves really hard ? but then u question whether or not that’s love because it’s always temporary . it’s never ever permanent because she stops herself at the point where it looks like she’s about to actually commit to someone . she’ll stay for the honeymoon period or like a couple of years but then it gets like 3-4 years in and it’s like ok then what ? are we gonna keep messing around and acting like a new couple forever ? other people have responsibilities and she refuses to take any aside from u know protecting ionia but doing it in her own way . she insists on being independent and settling down and committing to a lifestyle that doesn’t let her disappear into the sunset for weeks scares her honestly ? she’d break her own heart just to continue being free and yeah it’s probably a mistake at times but it’s what she wants and at the end of the day her own number one is always gonna be herself . not only that but she wouldn’t want anyone else to have to ‘deal with her’ for that long anyway ? she’d want someone she cares about deeply to settle down with someone who’s ‘good for them’ because she can’t consistently be there for them in a healthy way . like even her own parents weren’t really that good to her aside from you know giving her encouragement but like... who pushes their kid into shinobi training u know like those kids start so young and barely get a childhood it’s just so much that i can’t see mayym and tahno ever like... being the best parents ? like sure they cared but it was... in their own way so akali is just gonna repeat that pattern tbh . she probably has a better family relationship with shen after she left the kinkou than she ever did her own mother bc like... as a child she was always training and then as a teenager she was a rebellious little dickhead so she never got that chance to grow into an adult and just be on good terms with her mum . but yeah anyway akali never wants children she never wants to expose kids to her lifestyle and that would put off a good few potential partners i guess ? 

anyway case in point akali has commitment issues and most of her relationships with people would last 2-3 years at most

I rewatch Miraculous—The Bubbler

Okay here we go time to dive back into French Sailor Moon aww hell yeee

(J.K. I’ve never sat through a single episode of SM in ma life)

•Tikki’s face when Mari is trying to kiss the Adrien collage wallpaper is low-key funny

•plagg lacks toe beans

•how do you “accidentally” come across your childs emails when cleaning their room? Mari’s mama is devious.

•Adrien is that a cookie keeping your breakfast crescents company? Just like Adrien to have cookies for breakfast.

•Adrien’s pained expression after Nathalie tells him happy birthday😭😭😭poor cinammon roll child

•nino: “You’d think he at least remembers to be young and wanna party a little!”

Adrien: “No Im pretty sure he was a downer back then too.”

LOL roast him, Adrien. Here Gabriel have some ice for that burn.

•Why does Nino’s shirt remind me of Goofy’s Monsters inc. appearance from Kingdom Hearts 3?

• “Am i seeing what I think I’m seeing? Dont tell me its Adriens birthday!” Girl you been his friend since childhood you cant remember it on your own?

• “Dont be a pushover! Literally!” Yeah that goes for Sabrina and Adrien too. You two let Chloe do whatever she wants with you? Yeesh.

• “Ring the doorbell.” Yeah for real ring the doorbell thats what its there for. 🙄🙄🙄

•Mari been forgetting to sign notes since episode one

Facepalms

•Bitch please you cant buy your own son a birthday present instead of bullying Nathalie into stealing Mari’s???

•that fucking painting hanging on the wall right where the staircase in Agreste Mansion forks. Can we just... Can we just burn that painting? Reduce it to fucking ashes. Seriously how can people look at it and not call the French CPS that piece of “art” is the most distubring piece of possessive B.S. i have ever had the displeasure of seeing. My brain hates my eyes for seeing it every time its visible in the show

•Im sorry Nino. Im sorry this dumbass bitch said that to you. (For real tho were you expecting anything different?)

•”Adults ruin everything all the time.” Kiddo your about four-five years from being an adult maybe check yourself

•for real check yourself cuz Gabriel is an ass and said that to you just so he could akumatize you

WORST.

PARENT.

EVER!!!

•i havent played with bubble wands since i was like ten. Are tbey more popular in Paris or is it just Nino’s thing?

•Nino’s akumatized form is so ridiculous, still. First time around it nearly drove me away from this show.

•something else i found ridiculous first time around is bubbling the adults. Its a bit more frightening though when you think about how they only have so much air in their bubble. If LB and CN failed to free them they would have all suffocated to death and Paris would be populated solely by orphans.

•LB you seriously just gonna entrust a couple of kiddos to a stranger? I know you dont really have a lot of options but still. If this were a crime drama or a D.C. movie those kids might not have faired as well.

•”Wow. That was a birthday lunch break to remember. Yaaay.” Kiddo you sound so sarcastic i love it. 🤣🤣🤣

•that little pompom or whatever the hell on top of akumatized Nino’s head jiggles a little every time his head moves and im just. Ugh. Cmon couldnt they have given him a better outfit or at least something less uncomfortable????

•Plagg is literally that little devil Kronk from “The Emperors New Groove” that sits on Kronk’s shoulder and tells him to do bad things. Or in this case, sits on Adrien’s shoulder and tells him to do bad things. “Its fiiiiine shirk your responsibilities for a hot minute and dance with your buddies. Its not like theyre here under suspicious circumstances or anything.”

•Adrien, honey, if you dont want her to kiss you you should say something. I mean i get cheek kisses mean something different in France but Adrien looks really uncomfortable.

•MAAAARRRIIII you just wasted a good deal of transformation time in a fit of jealousy for what i wish i could say was the first and last time 😩😩😩

•Tikki being a good guide and scolding Mari 🙏🙏🙏

•ugh are those storebought cookies? I can practically taste those things. I hope for Tikki’s sake they’re homemade or at least warmed up.

•”You were right Tikki i never should have waited this long.” In other words you shouldve fixed the problem the first time around not wasted your transformation in a fit of jealousy like you did? Correct.

•upon hearing the truth from LB, Adrien immediatley runs off to transform. Good boi didnt know how serious the situation was, is all.

•that look LB gives CN after her yoyo bounces off his head. Giirrrrrl he boyfriend material you knoooowww itttt admit itttt~~~~

• “Kids need adults!” The way Mari says this makes her sound like such a goody two shoes, i really cant stand it for some reason. Oof am i channeling Lila?

wipes my hand on a towel then throws towel away

• LB: “Adults keep children safe and protected! They care for their kids, they love them!”

CN: “Most adults do anyhow.”

Behold the difference between their respective households summed up in two seconds. Poor Kitty boi....😿😿😿😿

•Aww the way LB is hugging her kitty as he tries to kick at it ❤️❤️❤️

• “couldnt you have said that 500 feet ago?” Sarcastic chat noir is wonderful

• LB: “we cant stay stuck in this bubble together forever!”

CN: flirty looks

In other words theres something they could do together in their bubble.

asdfghjkl🤣🤣🤣

•the kids’ bubbles look smaller than the adults bubbles. So they are more cramped and have less air. Unfair much?

• “pound it!” Theres a joke in there but i wont. F.Y.I. In French they say something like “good job” so the joke is lost in that version teehee

•”did my son like his gift?” Again bitch PICK IT OUT YOURSELF

• “hey nice scarf Adrien! Off the chain!” Alya honey where DO you get your phrasing from? The late nineties?

• “can you believe my dad got this for me? Its so awesome he’s given me the same lame pen for three years in a row.” What the hell kinda parent gives their child a flipping pen for his birthday??? F.Y.I. In French Adrien says that his father forgets his birthday every year and gives him nothing.

Annnnnnd that wraps up episode one. Ill do episode two some other time.

My life journey: i was born on May 28,2002 in katalicanan aleosan cotabato,i didnt of mine deep-felt already born in the hospital bacause my home is far away the Road its not easy to facilitate the patient go in the hospital,but im so grateful because im still alive,strong, good health,and happy to this world even theres more problem i encounter to my life as a adult,student,and younger to all siblings,as a young age lived in this world that theres so many problems i encounter Ill fight in order get loose at life,being a student its so hard to adjust this year now cause full of changes and problem like this pandemic now,theres more changes like in my studying now this online class its so hard to adjust cause some lesson we didnt understand but we try our best to understand it cause this is for our better future,and also i miss all memories being a young and student that last year theres no pandemic to come in we lived peace and free theres no distraction like in high school life i never know that im a student cause highschool life it so memorable experiences and memories that i never forget to my life,like go out somewhere its for fun only theres no problem thinking cause they all enjoying life ,like dancing together in different fiestas its so memorable that this is ones in a life time to make is happen in life dancing together with your clasmate and friends,and celebrating a birthday of one of my friend we make specia because we never know now or soon like activities we never happen all the time cause life is short,no matter a little bit food we prepare the most important we are complete to celebrate the all. special day in our life and also i never forget to all may friends who give her trust on me even im so clingy,noisy,and funny sometimes ill still remember when im so happy to face may friends to see all laughing its so memorable and fun but one of my friends theres a deeply problems or secret she didnt tell anyone,but me also i listen her personal problem even there own family didnt know ,that time i see her eyes so sad and scared i dont explained my feeling when i see her,so that i talk to her and i told her that im her for you to listen and help ,when i know all what happen to her im shocking i didnt expect that realy happen in real life,so that im comforting him ill do my best to give advise cause when i see her eyes flow her tears i pitied her conditions she truma some on her circumstancing ,i feel sad because my bestfriend

she forthcome,thats why im willing to help for him already fade her problem im willing to help for him already fade her problem and to start a new journey of life cause i believe strong women is a fighter ,everyone needs friends,friends are an important part of our life without friends,life can be pretty lonely,friends come in all shape and size,you might have a tall friendsl or a fat friends or maybe a hilarious friends or a supportive friends,companionship even stronger than that,a friends is someone who is willing to listen and not listen because they should,a friend is someone who is willing to support you,if they dont like your decisions,they may try to convince you,but support at the end,a friend is someone who will comfort you through the tough times,a friends is someone who will laugh with you at the stupidest thing and even go along with your stupid ideas,a friend is someone who loves you because who you are and they accepted you and your flaws,a friend is someone who will protect you because they cant stand their friend being in any harm,a friend is someone who has your back through whatever the case might be and if they were truly your friend ,i dont think you'll be able to forget them,because friends stay with us for a very long period of time,they hold us together and we hold them together its kind of like a package,the number of friends you have never matters they only matter if they mean so much too and not just for showing off or you can have a lot of friends but the ones you talk to about the deep aren't many that a really good thing i think the special part about friendship is when you are arounshow more life is full of various events and experience,but all of these are not equally important,enjoyable and memorable,all days we come across in our life are not the same ,some my memorable moment,is the funniest and happiest day of our life however memories are not just the ones that make us feel like we are in heaven ,sometimes it is unforgettable because of the joy and fun that has given to us,be it either good or bad,it will still be the part of us,our life,it will remain in us forever,everywhere we walk when we think about this day or memory ,we are very happy and we want to cry,in my opinion,everyone has a special memory that they will never forget,it may be good or bad ,my hand were shaking and heart throbbing,with trembling ears i heard to her,she told me that i have secured ,i thanked God the almighty for the success which he granted me ,then i ran to my parents and gave them the good news they are overwhelmed with joy,my sister and cousin got up and rejoiced,d friend and your having loads of fun whether you are doing something of doing nothing,Athe most memorable experience in our life is when we did something unusual that made us feel ,shy ,happy ,sad or angry,it is composed of mixed emotions we did an unforgettable experience,it mostly occur in the days of our childhood,when we are still young and ignorant ,for example when we accidentally spill a glass of juice on the shirt of our crush !well,thats really unforgettable ,this is my unforgettable memories that they no regrets the most but the truth is,the more that you grow older and remember these memories you will be happy or sad l,but still you will learn to grow ,to change your old habits and start something new ,to always be careful of what you do or say. and always thank God for he has given to you and for the things you experience for that day And Now days there so much changes,so many thing that we cannot do with our friends and relatives cause we need to follow the protocol for being safe even this is so hard this is for our own good to make a better person we need to sacrifice and we always trust in God that theres hope to come in our life if we thingk always positive and pray,cause theres so possible happen uf we have faith this types of problem this is challenge of God to us if where the copiable for our prebelief cause i believe if we are alive we have propect in our life,dont stop dreaming and we always think positive.

After all, books are a man’s best friend, and they’ve been my best friends too. As extremely shy child I always found it hard to make actual “friends.” I was never a talkative kid. In fact, when other kids enjoyed jumping around, having fun, I would wish for some means of enjoying solitude. That is when I befriended my first book; Peter and Jane Book 1a Play with Us. My mother had bought me that book so I would learn to read. Well, I could read alright, or so I thought. Then again, it wasn’t what was inside that piqued my interest to pick up that thin hardback book, sit back on the couch and start reading it.

As far as I can recall, I peered at the vivid, illustrative cover of the book that depicted a boy and a girl peeking out of a tent for several minutes until finally turning the hardcover over. Now that I look back, those words, those sentences seem so simple, but back then, reading that simple transported me to a whole new world. Even though there wasn’t much to read in that book, but plenty of brightly colored images to see, I could almost picture myself there with Peter and Jane, just observing them from a distance. Believe it or not, that somewhat meaningless book is the reason I started reading in the first place, and it is because of that book that I have had the pleasure of reading some of the finest books over the years. That book filled the void of having no friends during my early-childhood years.

The very next day, I started reading the copy of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe I had received as a gift. Although the cover wasn’t as colorful as the books I had previously read, the illustration immediately captivated my attention. I put myself in place of those two children, and I imagined what it would be like to ride on top of a gigantic lion At first, the book itself did not capture my interest because I found it quite similar to the Wizard of Oz, but as I kept reading, I found myself joyfully lost i, i feel sad because my bestfriend

she forthcome,thats why im willing to help for him already fade her problem im willing to help for him already fade her problem and to start a new journey of life cause i believe strong women is a fighter ,everyone needs friends,friends are an important part of our life without friends,life can be pretty lonely,friends come in all shape and size,you might have a tall friendsl or a fat friends or maybe a hilarious friends or a supportive friends,companionship even stronger than that,a friends is someone who is willing to listen and not listen because they should,a friend is someone who is willing to support you,if they dont like your decisions,they may try to convince you,but support at the end,a friend is someone who will comfort you through the tough times,a friends is someone who will laugh with you at the stupidest thing and even go along with your stupid ideas,a friend is someone who loves you because who you are and they accepted you and your flaws,a friend is someone who will protect you because they cant stand their friend being in any harm,a friend is someone who has your back through whatever the case might be and if they were truly your friend ,i dont think you'll be able to forget them,because friends stay with us for a very long period of time,they hold us together and we hold them together its kind of like a package,the number of friends you have never matters they only matter if they mean so much too and not just for showing off or you can have a lot of friends but the ones you talk to about the deep aren't many that a really good thing i think the special part about friendship is when you are arounshow more life is full of various events and experience,but all of these are not equally important,enjoyable and memorable,all days we come across in our life are not the same ,some my memorable moment,is the funniest and happiest day of our life however memories are not just the ones that make us feel like we are in heaven ,sometimes it is unforgettable because of the joy and fun that has given to us,be it either good or bad,it will still be the part of us,our life,it will remain in us forever,everywhere we walk when we think about this day or memory ,we are very happy and we want to cry,in my opinion,everyone has a special memory that they will never forget,it may be good or bad ,my hand were shaking and heart throbbing,with trembling ears i heard to her,she told me that i have secured ,i thanked God the almighty for the success which he granted me ,then i ran to my parents and gave them the good news they are overwhelmed with joy,my sister and cousin got up and rejoiced,d friend and your having loads of fun whether you are doing something of doing nothing,Athe most memorable experience in our life is when we did something unusual that made us feel ,shy ,happy ,sad or angry,it is composed of mixed emotions we did an unforgettable experience,it mostly occur in the days of our childhood,when we are still young and ignorant ,for example when we accidentally spill a glass of juice on the shirt of our crush !well,thats really unforgettable ,this is my unforgettable memories that they no regrets the most but the truth is,the more that you grow older and remember these memories you will be happy or sad l,but still you will learn to grow ,to change your old habits and start something new ,to always be careful of what you do or say. and always thank God for he has given to you and for the things you experience for that day And Now days there so much changes,so many thing that we cannot do with our friends and relatives cause we need to follow the protocol for being safe even this is so hard this is for our own good to make a better person we need to sacrifice and we always trust in God that theres hope to come in our life if we thingk always positive and pray,cause theres so possible happen uf we have faith this types of problem this is challenge of God to us if where the copiable for our prebelief cause i believe if we are alive we have propect in our life,dont stop dreaming and we always think positive.

( KAT MCNAMARA, CIS-FEMALE) - Have you seen AIDEN EVELYN HOLLOWAY? EVIE is in her SENIOR year. The Journalism Major is 24 years old & is a SCORPIO. People say SHE is CARING, COMPASSIONATE, JEALOUS and SARCASTIC. Rumors say they’re a member of WINTHROP SOCIETY. I heard from the gossip blog that EVIE has a two-year old daughter that is back home with her parents and she hasn’t told the dad about the child. She makes money by being a burlesque dancer .  (KT. 21+. PST. She/her.)

Hello! My name is KT, Im 28 and currently awaiting a transplant! Im pretty chill, whenever Im at appointments or anything, Im always lurking on mobile and I also have discord! Which will be a better way of getting a hold of me, because I don’t ever log off out of that thing. Uhmmm, Im getting ready to get a bone marrow transplant but I have my computer with me and will bring it to the hospital once I go in. Also, feel free to message me and hit me up for plots! Here a few things on Aiden <3

Bio:

Aiden Evelyn Holloway was born to Jackie and Hank Holloway, making her the youngest child and made her younger than her twin brother, Adam by five minutes. Their older three brothers Jack, Kinsley and Felix were excited to have a pair of twins in the family.  You can say that the Holloway house was filled with laughter, crying, screaming, cursing and they got hurt a lot. Aiden and Felix were known to be double trouble when they were younger, since Felix was the youngest boy and Aiden was the youngest, the two of them bonded rather quickly. They would chase each other in the yard, while Jack and Adam worked on their cars in the garage while Kinsley worked on his motorcycle and the two youngest sometimes would climb their parent’s apple tree. In which, resulted Aiden getting her hand split opened and the four boys rushed their sister to the hospital, where their mom found out that they were climbing the tree after her and her husband told them not to. All of them ended up grounded, the three oldest brothers had to take the youngest ones to school and picked them up from their after-school activities and had to come straight home.

DEATH TW

You can say that the Holloway family had the perfect life, until one rainy night where their father was coming home from his office when a truck rear-ended his car. Jackie was working twelve nights straight that night and had to see her husband on a stretcher. Throughout the night, they didn’t know if he was going to be able to make it.  That December, they had to bury their father, and nothing was the same again. Aiden noticed that her mom worked overtime a lot more, her older brothers picked up other jobs and her double trouble buddy ended up distant and cold. She knew that Adam was struggling, she was struggling herself. As she grew up, Aiden often turned towards superheroes, skateboarding and anything that would catch her attention more than five seconds.

DRUGS, DEATH TW

About three years after Hank’s death, Aiden started to notice that her mother would wear makeup and bring a duffel bag to work. She started to follow her with her bike, until she saw that her mother was going on secret dates and seeing someone new. She sped home and told her twin brother about what she had seen, and j was asleep in front of the tv. She would go onto the roof to look at the stars, hoping that they would some kind of answers and then she would go on a search for a party, knowing that she can get score some drugs and alcohol. Nothing would help her cope with the loss of her dad, but that didn’t mean she gave up trying. She met a guy named Roman, who you can say is the “bad boy” of the school and had been living with his grandmother. She wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, it was more of a toxic relationship and she was addicted to it. They would often fight for two days and make up like they never said hateful words to each other. However, that all stopped when Aiden spotted Roman with another woman and turned out that he was also dating the girl. So, that kind of made her straighten up a bit, along with her brothers holding an intervention for her to get help to cope with their father’s death.

PREGNANCY TW

Two years later, Aiden graduated from high school with a GPA of 4.0 and full ride (Thanks to George for helping her out a bit) to Yates. Aiden didn’t want to leave without her twin, so she asked Adam to tag along and he got accepted into University of Vermont-Johnson, that way she wouldn’t get home sick. Aiden also got accepted into the Winthrop Society, where she felt that she belonged and called home for the next four or five years. However, one thing that Aiden didn’t plan for, was having a daughter at twenty-one. One night, during a heavy make out session in the parking lot of the Sugar Shack, a burlesque club where she was working, she snuck away with some guy after her shift and ended up having a one night stand. She quickly slipped out of his car when she noticed that he was on the phone and headed straight to her car, with her clothes in her hands. Fast forward nine months later, she welcomed a beautiful baby girl named Odette Evelyn Holloway and promised that she was going to give her a great childhood like she had when she was younger. She never contacted the father, since she doesn’t remember the name and figured that it would be a waste anyway, she accepted that she would be a single mother and knew that she could do it. Especially with the help of her brothers and friends. However, she knows that Yates has a reputation to uphold, she made a deal with her brothers that they act like Odette is their baby sister in public but behind closed doors and to close family & friends, she’s Aiden’s daughter.  Recently, Aiden’s been sending money to her brothers and Odette, to make sure that they’ll keep a roof over their heads while she’s studying Creative Writing. She also thought of a book idea, which can be considered as a Young Adult novel.

 WANTED CONNECTIONS:

sex money feelings dies - a one-night stand but on top of that a frequent hook up. every time they say that they won’t hook up with each other again. it’s not healthy, you both want past the relationship and let it go, but the moment y’all see each other from across the bar or at a party you just know you’ll end up in each other’s bed again. -OPEN

 i saw you in a dream - they were close. so close. thought there would never be a time they wouldn’t talk, but one thing lead to another and Aiden’s left thinking about them when it’s just her and her thoughts. without them in her life really hasn’t been the same, but is it worth getting past what happened to pick up the phone and call them?- OPEN

painkiller  - best friends forever. literally. this person knows Aiden inside out and she can’t see a day without them. they’re essentially her painkiller. She tells them everything and them back to her. they can tell if she’s feeling down just by the way she send her snapchat streaks that morning. She can’t see a day without them.- OPEN

 call your girlfriend - this one is pretty messy. one of them is in a relationship, but there’s a huge flirtationship between the muses. the flirtationship essentially becomes to both of these people attached to each other and maybe... even in love. but there’s still that relationship that’s in the way... YIKES- OPEN?

Looks a lot like a tragedy now- details will come soon <3- Miles

perfect places- party buddies but make it you guys just getting lost in the vibes because you don’t want to deal with life. it’s a good friendship. you guys get the thoughts in your head to go numb, but at a point it’s like what’s the point ?- OPEN

will add more if needed <3

Interesting Facts on Aiden:

Wears a leather jacket, along with sometimes combat boots but she’ll wear tennis shoes.

Has been working as a Burlesque dancer for three and a half years, goes by the name Cherry Bomb. Her parents doesn’t know that she’s been getting her money from there.

Has a two-year old daughter named Odette Evelyn Holloway, born on the 9th of December. She makes sure to Facetime her every night and ends up reading her favorite book to her, which she has a lot of favorite books.

Has a rough time trusting people right away because of past trauma, but has a few people who she trusts with her secret and her life.

Sometimes skateboards to classes or to her brothers’ house, learned how to skateboard back in her middle school days.

Won’t pass up the chance to put someone into their place, though she comes off timid when you first meet her. 

Has a rose tattoo on her right hip, wanting to get a sleeve on her left arm, but isn’t for sure.

Wears wigs when she’s working and covers up her tattoo with makeup. 

that Slytherin au

So remember that post a while back where I had a harry potter au for one piece where all the Strawhats were in slytherin due to their strong ambition present at an early age to achieve their dreams? No? well here it is anyway lol

Check out this post for some more reasoning behind the idea – note that I do headcanon some characters to not be slytherin, but for the sake of this au and the actual technicalities of the Sorting Hat theyre in Slytherin.

Here we go!

AU will start off with Luffy as a first year, and all canon age differences, meaning Usopp is in his grade, Nami’s one year older than them, Sanji and Zoro above her, and the rest Adults!

Save for Chopper – a special case, a mythical creature raised as human by Hiruluk in the northern mountain range. He looks somewhat more human than canon but is definitely a reindeer. When Hiruluk died and he was given to the care of Kureha, she sent him to Hogwarts (after a few years of learning from her) due to his wish to know more. He was accepted as a political ploy as an olive branch to other magical creatures – ‘ we accept you!’. He doesn’t care. He might be furry but he’s here to learn and be the best healer ever!!! Hence, Slytherin, the boys got ambition and needs some powerful families to back him up! He is in Luffy’s grade, even though he’s younger (technically)

The biggest reason for the Strawhats to be in this House is because of their ambition - but there are other reasons too!

Sanji is from a family of Gryffindors – heroes who are anything but. He wants to be the exact opposite of them in any way he can. When Zeff adopts him, he unlearns his family taught prejudices against Slytherins and when he goes to Hogwarts, tells the sorting hat in no uncertain terms that he wants to be in Slytherin.

Nami herself is cunning, and I would place her in Slytherin even if this wasn’t a Slytherin Au. She’s the perfect slytherin down to the T except for one thing – she doesn’t know her magical origin, as she was adopted at a young age. She gets a lot of shit for that, which she gives right back, as well as taking some money along the way! She also doesn’t fall in with the Magic is Superior ideology that many of her peers have – magic didn’t save her town, or Bell-mere, or her orange trees, magic isn’t superior. Magic is a tool to her, not a way of life, and science can help a lot! For instance, she made the Climatact Spell Set, with help from Usopp, which combines her knowledge of weather patterns, the environment, brief weather spells, and heat and cool manipulation spells, to create weather based attacks. For instance – it takes a lot of energy to summon and sustain/direct a storm… but if Nami can create one with use of low power cooling/heating spells and the environment – she can do a lot.

-      More Below!

A zoro that is Cursed to always be lost is something that I’ve seen often and Im HERE FOR IT! If someone could direct me to the original creator of that headcanon I would love to credit them for it! To Be Clear AGAIN this idea is not mine, but I want to credit whoever’s it is because I love it. 

 That aside, Zoro is like Nami in that he doesn’t know his magical heritage. However, as a child he got the misguided idea that more wand equals more power, which he somehow manages to make actually work. Thus, Zoro has three wands, each with powerful beginnings. Im thinking powerful dragon heartstrings core for one wand, Thestral for Kitetsu, and  Rougarou hair for the last sword – Zoro’s a bloodthirsty kid and he needs some bloodthirsty wands :/

 Usopp’s a halfblood! He’s kinda scared of Hogwarts as his magical parent (Yasopp) has kinda been outta the picture for the most part, but he’s ready for this!! As soon as the kid practically vibrating with excitement to his left doesn’t explode. Usopp originally desired to be part of Gryffindor – house of the Brave, right? But after talking to Luffy, he’s not so sure.  He wants to be his own hero – all on his own, not because he part of the hero, brave house. When Luffy is sorted before him into Slytherin, Usopp makes the descsion to follow him, and follow his goal. He’ll show the world he can be the best!!

He grows to be really good at herbology and potions – an odd mix, but you know whats odder? Mixing the two to chuck at people for pranks then turning it into your fighting style. Go Usopp!

Brook’s a cursed ghost – he’s bound to his living body, but the body’s just bones and bones lol. He makes it work – people know him first as the Soul King after all! He can barely remember his school days, but hes vaguely sure he was in slytherin – he remembers many parties held in dungeons, looking out to the lake for sightings of a curious aquatic beast (Laboon!)

Franky’s still a shipwright, but of ~magic~ ships. His brother’s ships are better known, but his are more sought after by… certain people (more on that later.) When he was a kid, he walked straight into Hogwarts, looked for the table that had the people who would buy his stuff, and told the sorting hat he wanted to go there. Later, he runs more with the Gryffindor crowd, regretting his choice, but when he makes friends with a first Year who tells him where to find some Adam Wood in the Forbidden Forest, he stops regretting it so much.

Robin has a very shady past, and she’s only at Hogwarts for a year before disappearing into the world. She has an odd type of magic, somewhat like pareseltoungue, that allows her to read coded and ancient languages with some studying (our girl still puts in a lot of effort though!) She reappears many years later during Luffy’s first (possibly second) year, and becomes the new history teacher (sorry professor Binns!) People find her scary and suspicious, but Luffy likes to talk to her after class, when she tells him history more like a story than a lesson! She’s very good at duplication magic.

 LUFFY. This boy. Where to start – he’s from a pureblood family, not that he cares, and has some serious magic talent – which he plans on using to travel the world and find the mysterious One Piece – a fabled artifact said to have one’s wishes granted. Luffy wants it to be free (his home life with Garp isn’t very good.) He has a couple famous brothers who have been through Hogwarts – Ace and Sabo, both Gryffindors and pretty big shots around Campus. No one knew they were brothers til Luffy busted into Gryfindor Dorms one night and looked for them. Luffy is exetremly good with nonverbal magic (something in this universe that will be elaborated on, as it features into Nami’s magic as well), not so much with verbal as the pronunciation trips him up. Potions is also hard and if it were not a required class he’d have been kicked out.

Will touch on Jimbe later once I figure him out

Now. Perhaps you are wondering – why do a bunch of kids have developed fighting abilities? Well – take a look at the plot.

This takes place not only in a Harry Potter setting, but in Harry’s own world as well. Meaning – Voldemort is rising, Harry’s still the chosen one, yadda yadda yadda. But do you honestly think that Voldemort is the only magical evil? That there isn’t a magical underworld not involved with his horrible schemes?

Cause there is one – and Luffy and crew are neck deep in it. While Harry and co. are off fighting Voldemort, Luffy is ‘sneaking’ around fighting big time criminals.

Imagine – this eleven year old child comes up to you, a big mob boss, and absolutely destroys you. That’s Luffy.

Underage Magic? You think Garp, head of something or other in the Ministry of Magic, is going to stop that from training his criminal grandsons to be the best Aurors they can be? He knows how to undo the spell (there must be something at Hogwarts that blocks the ministry from being informed of spell use during the school year!) and Luffy has been casting magic like it was second nature since he was real young. He’s taught it to his friends too!

 So plotwise, its basically the school reacting to the Straw Hats, who don’t seem to be friends but are, the odd noticings of what their doing while Canon plot goes on, and the inevitable suspicion from Harry.

But oh? What about the ship thing? What’s Franky Doing with that?

 Luffy is forever a pirate – and the sea is one magical thing I have yet to be seen explored in the Harry Potter Universe. Therefore – free realestate!!! Luffy’s going to be a magic pirate when he grows up, he’s been telling everyone this since he first met Shanks,  and maybe no one believes him now but it’ll happen! Magic Pirates!! Yay!!!

That’s all I have for now, so send me questions if you have any! I might make this into (another) drabble series, or maybe just one big one shot. We’ll see!!!

I need headcanons about your human rk900 pronto. He sounds delightful!

i have a lot of asks to reply to but i couldn’t sleep today because i was already answering to this in my head THANK U to give me this opportunity to talk about my bitch™we’ll break him down point by point slowly:he’s the youngest of the trio, born probably after a year or two. he’s a little prince. connor&60 are twins, yes, they experienced some ‘childish rivarly’ but never jealousy. they’re the same. maybe without RK900′s birth they would have hated each other in some weird and difficult way but he’s here, so they form a coalition against this ‘change’ (more connor than 60, he’s the mischievous one when little). connor&60 relationship gets kinda morbid. they tease him a lot because they’re older and because he has all the attention. nothing new in babye’s behaviour, just something that will go away when they all grow up. except it doesn’t. and really it’s not their fault, most of the time kids aren’t inherently evil but adults are. well, if you want to call amanda ‘evil’. because she’s not inherently evil either– she’s just herself. which is a kind of bad self towards connor&60&RK900 but i think, i guess, i hope, she never meant harm to them. anyway. she adopts them at some point. (are their parents dead? is she their aunt? distant relative?) 5 for the twins and 3 / 4 for RK900 would make sense. it’s a trauma of course. connor&60 lash out at any given time, they don’t want to be there. they’re moody, connor is somewhat violent with others, 60 cries a lot. RK900 is…. nothing. at 3 you haven’t even properly started to be a person yet. you’re aware of yourself in the moment but that doesn’t count, since usually ‘memory’ and ‘the awareness of self’ are kinda the same, and at 3 there’s very few things you remember in retrospective. especially at 4, for some reason, it’s difficult to remember when you were 4. (for the records infantile amnesia & false memories are v interesting things!). tho that depends on person and on events (deaths should be well carved in your brain, even at a chemical level). and were RK900 to remember these fragments it is said that the emotional attachment would be very low. (see?? im studying for my kids exam!!! im that bitch!!).amanda cares for them, though her ‘idea’ of caring never includes emotional support. which should never lack to anyone, less to three kids without their parents. she tries to raise them to her best (amanda as a ‘mother’ is a nice comparison to her game’s role imo, there too she acts as someone who watches over connor) but kinda takes connor&60 for ‘lost causes’ pretty soon. they remember their parents, she will never be a replacement for them. they know. she knows. RK900 doesn’t know. he can’t. never got to know them enough. they don’t know. she knows. she focuses much more on RK900, shaping him right from the start into what she thinks is one should be. he doesn’t mind, amanda’s all he gets to call ‘mother’. he feels that he’s doing something wrong, his brothers make him understand that. they don’t want to play with him, don’t want to talk with him, they ignore him. connor blames him for everything as a scapegoat, he says caustic things to him. ‘look at your eyes.’ ‘i don’t have a brother, i don’t know you.’ ‘you’re probably someone else’s and i hate you.’ 60 does too until he realizes that RK900 doesn’t deserve this. he concludes that, were they to hate someone, it should be amanda. but never says so. they grow up. there’s lots of negative feelings. connor hates amanda and RK900, hardly stands 60. 60 would like to adapt and learn to love everyone in this ‘family’ but it’s impossible in this environment. RK900 has self-esteem and guilt problems, he obeys whatever amanda says because he knows no better and gains the only name connor will call him for a long time ‘pet’. amanda is: a rather complicated character here. she’s somewhat neutral, she doesn’t hate connor nor 60 nor RK900, her actions are never dictated by resentment, despite these children were basically dumped in front of her home. but then again she’s not guided by love either. i think her only fault was not picking a side (sloth?). but then again this is not a ‘fault’ at the 100%. can’t force someone to love someone they don’t, especially in such situation. which is why, in some way, even when openly against her, connor&60 still seek her approval. probably, if she recognized their efforts without betting everything on RK900 and comparing him to them they would have been more at peace.during their high-school/college years connor decides to cut off ties. he’s going to be free. leaving everything behind. 60 is torn. he can be with amanda and RK900, accepting his never-ending future of being second. or he can be what he’s always been, connor’s shadow. but at least connor lets him do what he wants. one night connor has a bad argument with amanda (no, she never raises her voice, but he sure does) and storms off into his room. (they have 3 rooms but 60 can’t really sleep when alone so he’s almost always in connor’s, begging him to sleep together, that he will be invisible, that he will put his pillow at the end of the bed and be quiet and rest in the opposite position as connor. connor is lowkey annoyed but he has nightmares often (which get worse after cole) and 60 is a nice presence so he just says ‘you’re a hopeless gay AND if you touch my dick i’ll kill you’) 60 goes to him to talk but sees that he’s putting clean clothes in a bag. 60′s able to convince him to not be so stupid but connor warns him ‘as soon as a i can i’ll leave this place and you’ll have to decide, either you’re with me or you’re with them’. 60 knows he’s not joking. and the day connor’s ready to go away and start college he follows him. they live together for some time. connor has always wanted to be a detective (a child’s dream, pure). he puts everything he’s got. he’s good. 60 is lost. finds himself in clubs and with ‘bad’ people. he earns some easy money. he thinks he can live a carefree life forever. he starts to bring weird guests to his and connor’s apartment. smokes pot few times. connor is slowly back on being a person without problems (in his mind, since amanda&RK900 were the problems) so he doesn’t want to put up with his twin’s antics. he kinda kicks him out. 60 gets a little worse. more lost. gets a place with two sex workers (a drag and a prostitute). they take care of him in some ways. he understands that this is not how he should behave. he attempts to be better. he’s still lost. he realizes how his life has always been ‘connor is selfish but he’s good, so i will protect him’ and how little he knows of himself. he has…. been erasing himself more and more in connor’s favor. he has subconciously been the wall between his rage and amanda’s nothing. he’s still lost. he starts his rapport with connor again. he’s in awe at how good his twin has become. he has friends. he has good grades. 60′s happy that he has finally become the person he should have been. he’s so content he decides he wants to be a detective too. connor’s this close to punch him and probably does at some point since every one of them has a different perception of physical contact (connor’s one is angry, 60′s is sensual, RK900′s nonexistent). but 60′s okay with that. he’s always been someone that gets hurt and smiles. it’s just another of their rocky beginnings. 60 is almost found.RK900 in the meanwhile…. is both alone & lonely. he has a hard understanding of the world; he knows everything– in theory. but practical? none. his hands don’t do much if not writing and typing long essays. he studies a lot. that’s all he’s allowed to do and all he does. eventually he becomes detached. we’ll skip the evangelion part about his sexual needs and sexuality but to make it brief he’s not accustomed to himself. his body is too big, his shoulders too broad, his height too much. he loathes himself. he’s scared of himself. whenever someone compliments him about anything other than his grades he gets disgusted because in his brain is ingrained that that’s a lie. he hates his eyes more than anything. he wonders where he got them from. they’re his own personal curse. always reminding him his isolation. without brother, without twin, without mother. no one has blue in them. he never gets a girlfriend (not that he wouldn’t have a boyfriend, but even if he’s so huge he’s lowkey scared because he has not forgotten the bruises of connor’s fury on him and others) and keeps being a virgin (not even a first kiss) despite having many trying their luck with him, too sure he’s unlovable, too sure he’s somewhat bearing mankind first sin. he contemplated suicide. he’s insecure to the max. he finishes high-school. he could go to the best of colleges. he has a fine scholarship. amanda lets him know that the best option would be a very profitable profession. either politician or lawyer mhh no, no, prosecutor, judge? surgeon? he thinks about it. for a long time. 60, who kinda felt guilty about leaving like this and about not telling connor to stop with bullying him, texts him sometimes. he tells RK900 that connor wants to be a detective. he didn’t know. something happens. it’s a small thing. stupid, even. amanda probably makes a snide comment about connor. or wants to throw away what he left. he snaps. doesn’t say a thing but enrolls in the same cheap college as connor’s&60′s. he never felt anything until that moment. the feeling of being his own person, maker of his destiny; is both thrilling & frightful. amanda discovers when she asks him what he chose. he waits for a slap that never comes. it would have been cathartic. to finally be free, to rebel, and to be disowned and rejected. but amanda’s not stupid. while he closes his eyes she doesn’t hurt him. she only says ‘i’m disappointed’. that…. that doesn’t feel good as a slap would’ve. he’s terrified. but he can’t come back now. can’t rely on her anymore as she tells him he has two days to go away. he has done the wrong thing again. it’s not easy to accept that. he dies a little. he contemplates suicide again. he has his college tuition paid and his slice of his parents’ inheritance. he calls 60 crying. he can’t go to their apartment because connor would kill him. he’s alone. 60 tells him that there’s a cheap place where he can sleep. he goes there for a couple of days, 60 visits him, they have a chat, RK900 cries again and 60′s heart is so sad in seeing his red puffy eyes. he concludes that life’s not been so fair with them but they all made it more difficult by creating fake enemies in themselves. they search for an apartment together. RK900 settles his few things in there, it’s not the best and he has trouble being with other people but it’s okay for now. he starts to build his persona, he tries contacts, fake glasses, hobbies. he sees connor from time to time, but hides as soon as he comes near. he watches him from afar. for this reason he ends up attending a lot of crime-law related courses. he might as well take those exams since he still doesn’t know what to do. he gets good grades. he starts to like it. connor’s center of gravity is so heavy they all…. kinda copy him and become detectives. connor, at some point, gets 60 to spill the bean and acknowledges RK900 existence. he doesn’t care about him anymore. he’s a new person, he’s better, he’s free. RK900 never was his brother from day one. 60 is not okay with the whole situation but doesn’t think it’s a big thing, at least connor’s not livid and RK900 is fine.they all get to the DPD. it irks connor but he has an objective and he’s going to do whatever it takes, he’s going to be something. RK900 is pleased to be nothing. an ordinary detective, a police officer, whatever. he wants to take his time in living. peaceful. years pass & im very ignorant about police things in the usa so may have gotten the timeline wrong but i tried&searched believe me. they become detectives. connor always strives for a higher position. cole happens. cole dies. this happens. they continue their lives. RK900 gets promoted lieutenant instead of him. it’s hell.connor sees red. RK900 never wanted that. connor can’t think straight and in his mind it’s all his fault again, he wanted to ruin even this for him, never leaving him his piece of heaven for god knows why. RK900 tries to refuse, to explain to connor that he only wants to be some low rank and nothing else, he never meant to, to explain that connor’s the one who needs, who deserves this promotion. it’s no use. they get into a fight. well. connor gets into a fight. he punches RK900. RK900 falls to the ground. connor goes on top of him. 60 is distraught. attempts to stop connor the first time of his life because this, this is understandable but this is too much. it’s not his fault this time, it never was, and connor needs to grow the fuck up and forgive whatever has been eating him for decades. RK900 never reacted. but this time. this time he remembers, he knows. this time is not his fault. not the one to blame. sure, fate’s the one. but connor’s too, he too has the blame in his own destruction. these are the fruits. the catharsis that never came with amanda comes with him. RK900 punches connor back. time stops. everyone stop. he know what to do with his hands finally. then. times resumes. and they punch each other until they’re no longer able to stand. 60 cries. they’re kids still. and they’re all grounded. the punishment is: being themselves.RK900 has the habit of eating and spending his lunch break in the old archive. nobody uses it. there’s mostly file cases from long long time ago, still on paper. it’s quiet. and nobody looks at him. one day he’s taken aback because there’s someone else. he’s a bit annoyed he will have to find another place. he gets kindly informed that they’re the new part-timer that’s going to transfer these paper files into computer’s one. an android would have been too pricey. humans are the only thing one’s can afford sometimes. he asks if it’s okay for him to eat his lunch there that day. he’s welcome whenever he wants. he’s shy at first but does so. especially because there’s not another place calm enough. at some point they start to chat, he brings in work to share insights and so on. it’s his first friend. 60 discovers it. he pushes his brother to ditch the ‘i have a friend’ story, of course he’s in love. he isn’t. he doesn’t know what love means and he doesn’t want to know. 60 gives himself the role of cupid. of course he flirts with them. of course he does it only when RK900 is watching. it begins to be annoying. 60 doesn’t stop. RK900 is afraid that his only friend will become his brother’s partner or worse, his brother’s friend. and he knows that they won’t spend time with him again. and he’s sort of mad because he had one thing and everything was going fine. he was handling it alone. and nobody told him what to do for the first time. he doesn’t eat in the archive anymore. he spends his lunch break at the nearby park. nothing feels real. he contemplates suicide. his hands, his eyes, him. everything is wrong with him. he’s unable to ‘look’, just ‘watch’. in his vision things seem just faraway objects. he’s unable to ‘touch’, just ‘feel’. the sensations he gets aren’t his. they go to 60 and asks him if they ever did something bad because RK900 is avoiding them. 60 doesn’t know what to say, really. maybe he was the one to be wrong. 60 stops being 60. says to RK900 that he won’t bother him on this topic and please, please, forget about it and continue having whatever he was having. RK900 ponders about it for a while. his fragile friendship is destroyed. he can’t trust. but the next time he sees them he realizes that yes, he doesn’t think of friendship but something more. is this what 60 was talking about? love? he was jealous the whole time? yes, that, of course. but he was jealous in a romantic way? that shocks him. he’s an awkward mess of a man but they end up together and he’s happy for the first time. he doesn’t really love sex and he’s not used to it but it’s okay, it’s not an important thing in his relationship. probably will write something about him and his s/o and 60 asap. now i’m going to write nsfw and eat chips since this thing’s already 3000 words and tumblr’s crashing.

       hello  loves  ,   what’s  up  !   i’m  super  excited  to  be  here  &  to  finally  play  my  precious girl  ,   jade aka kool kat   .   i’m  LOLA  ,   use  she / her prounouns  ,   i am NINETEEN  ,   &   i  am  currently  in  the  gmt + 1 timezone  which  means  yes  ,  my  ass should’ve  been  awake  for  intro  posting  but  i  don’t  know  what  time  management  is  and  ended  up  swamped  w/  work  ,  so  !   everything   you  need  to  know  about  about  miss  kat  is  under  the  cut  ,   &  i’m  rlly  thrilled  to  be  apart  of  such  a  wonderful  rp  with  such  gorgeous  muses  .  corniness over  ––   if  you’re  looking  to  plot  sumn  out  ,   just  hit  that   ♥︎    &   i’ll  make  my  way  on  over  to  ur  dms  ,  or  feel  free  to  add  me  up   on  discord  which  i’ll  give  in im’s  if  anybody’s  interested  !   ♡♡♡         tw  :   family issues  ,  body image issues  &  drug mention  ( not  explicit ) . 

001 . SYNOPSIS  . FULL     NAME  .      jade        kikuchi . NICKNAMES  .      kool kat    . AGE  .      twenty - one . DATE     OF     BIRTH  .      twenty  -  seventh     of     september   ,     1993      /     libra . PLACE     OF     BIRTH  .      harajuku ,   tokyo ,     japan .         GENDER  .       cisgender     female . SEXUALITY  .     (  closeted  )  pansexual  . NATIONALITY  .      japanese  ,  now  american  too  after  successfully  gaining  citizenship  . ETHNICITY  .      asian  . OCCUPATION  .       fashion designer at katz designz      ,     former  fashion  design  and  journalist  student  back  in  her  original  timeline  . PLAYLIST  .      here  !  (  +  )     charismatic , enthusiastic , warm , energetic , adventurous , compassionate , animated . (  -  )     deceptive ,  independent ,  emotional , territorial , ambitious , impulsive , temperamental , insecure , sarcastic .  

002 . AESTHETIC  .      wheatgrass  smoothies , 90′s  anime  with  subtitles  , chanel  no. 5, speeding  on  a  desert  road  with  the  windows  down ,  painting  your  toenails  on  the  dashboard ,  neon  prints ,  cat  lazing  on  a  balcony  in  the  sun , black  lace ,  japanese  horror  films  ,  sour  cocktails  with  sugar  around  the  rim , half - smoked  cigarettes ,  stacks  of  fashion  magazines , long  hair  hastily  dyed  different  colours in  a  motel  bathroom ,  thrift  stores   .

003. INFORMATION  .

tl;dr : a flighty, inattentive adventurer: a follower of whims; personable and sociable but lacks the skills to maintain relationships because she’s entirely (and perhaps too) career focused, checks her horoscope daily and entirely relies on the stars when concerning relationships, epitome of a britney spears / gwen stefani stan back in the 2000′s, still owns a (bedazzled) flip phone, collector of vintage fashion (chanel, elle, juicy couture etc.) a subscriber to the Leonardo Da Vinci sleeping method; catch her at 2 am making soufflés or buying plane tickets to shiwei so she can really experience the culture: will tell you she loves you ten minutes after first introduction because she’s high: kind of unintentionally insensitive to those she doesn’t know and closed off but in like a cool, lovable way. 

•    heads up im running on like 5 hrs sleep so sry when this inevitably derails ! ok sweet let’s get into this . 

•    so as aforementioned this is jade kukichi, aka, kool kat. she was dubbed that by her friends due to her unique fashion style and sense of dress, and it’s stuck. lbr nobody other than her friends can use that term so if you do, she’s just going to stare at u for a quick sec before saying ‘it’s jade’. 

•    born in harajuku, tokyo to a cardiothoracic surgeon of a father and a politician of a mother, jade grew up traveling the world and becoming flighty af, never thinking she was going to make long - term friends and kinda being okay with that. 

•    her family has never stayed in one place for very long, though her aging parents eventually settled into a permanent residence in the us around the time she turned sixteen, not soon enough for jade to break the habit of wandering, but thankfully quick enough for her to meet the bratz girls who were just as adventurous and fun - loving as she. she's spent much of her teen life jumping from place to place wherever her interests are that moment, collecting people along the way, but to find friends was the only thing she was missing. jade has a brilliant mind, but she lacks patience and follow through. she needs guidance or she'll jump from idea to idea, job to job, whim to whim.

•    ngl, jade pretty much hated her home life. her parents were an overbearing presence in her life, her mother wanting jade to be a proper lady who also went into a profession like theirs (entirely serious and stifling when it came to creativity, doctor, politician, lawyer etc.) while jade herself wanted to check out the latest trends and go to the mall w her friends – so she turned all of her focus and energy into getting good grades in everything she wanted to do in the hopes that she could be the most successful fashion designer, then leaving town forever. 

•    like she spent 7 yrs in high school graduating w honours but she barely knew what was happening in 9/10 of her classes and sometimes she just slept through classes and then wing her exams which she miraculously did well at. it was just not a good idea to send jade to a public school at 11 after being in boarding school for the rest of her life and then never really enforce any rules :~\ she has trouble with that kind of thing.. as in making logical choices instead of saying "YEAH lets go watch american psycho and smoke weed!" skipping chemistry to do just that 

•    she loves fun and values doing what makes her happy over most things. it's hard to pin her down and she spends most of her life chasing after ideas that don't really follow any sort of conscious order, bc she’s really got that ‘i’ve got dreams and i’m gonna do everything in my power to achieve them’ personality. 

•    according to bratz canon she’s worked as literally everything ? she’s one of those insufferable people who r just. good everything ig and that’s just how it is on this bitch of an earth. jade’s been a photographer, a song - writer and bass player in a rock band (shout out to bratz rock angelz the best movie w the best soundtrack ever), a student studying fashion design, a fashion columnist, a quickly fired nanny, and many other things in between. 

•    so when she appears in toonsville she’s kind of out of it that she’s not doing something w her skills and sets up her own business which she loves ? being her own boss suits her fine (for now) because she’s got a Real Job and she's actually trying rly hard so she can fulfill her dreams !! like suck it mom nd dad haha !!!

•    jade has a lot of weird feelings TM about her body and her looks and struggles a lot with her self confidence :~( she had a shit time at school with boys saying she was too thin and she compensated by acting like she didn't like anyone at all for a while and now she thinks she isn't good enough for anyone when rly she is a cinnamon bun too good for this world too pure 

•    best friend ever she is so good at being a friend if u text her at 3am to go out or cry on her shoulder shes ready to go at 3:15 even if she was sleeping w lots of snacks and treats and love!!! she is sooo extroverted around those she’s comfortable w, she gains so much energy from being around people and she loves being nice and being around ppl she likes 

•    she becomes the mom of groups pretty easily (hence why she’s the leader of the bratz) bc she bottles up most of her own problems to help ppl with theirs!! which is toxic yea but she puts people first always so !! plz help her poor repressed soul!! rip kool kat.. 

•    still super into the stuff of her time so like.. she loves the x files and bad reality tv shows (i want to be a hilton) and reads gossip magazines on the reg because she enjoys that stuff! also very into girl groups.. ginger spice / posh spice is an eternal mood.  

•    anyway yes sweet adult-child of 21 (she is in denial about that tho like she doesn't want to be childish) who is v nice v kind v loyal v baked a lot of time, v passionate v silly. idk what i'm doin hope u like it < 3

004. WANTED CONNECTIONS . 

friends / best friends / ride or dies . jade genuinely loves people, loves talking to strangers and getting into intense conversations with people she’s only just met, learning other people’s way of life and bettering herself for getting. she is, however, incredibly blunt and has never once minced words to keep from hurting someone’s feelings or to ease them into a situation. she’d much rather have a one-time conversation with a stranger than make long lasting relationships. she has three very close friends –  to the point of co - dependence –  and honestly, she’d rather spend all of her time doing things she loves such as her hobbies, sticking her nose into the latest vogue, or searching for cute collars and treats for her cat mica w them instead of making new friends. she's also FUN and she'd be happy to go on crazy road trips or buy out a movie theater for a day or anything that she thinks will her buds happy. she's traveled all over, so she’s v well read and cultured. she loves people but she hates complication and won't deal with any sort of emotional labor. she wants to live in the moment and expects everyone in her life to do so as well. just be chill, y'all. 

frenemies / enemies /  rivals  . please be her enemy, she needs people to antagonize shdhshd. she grew up pretty much affluent so she’s pretty spoiled even if she doesn’t want to admit it, and that rebellious side of her hasn’t died down yet. despite the fact that she is wealthy and in good community standing, she has a hard time letting go of childish grudges. in general she’s got a lot of suppressed feelings and ready to fight everyone who hurts her friends – like an irritated cat – so, honestly, come at her ? she is sometimes a little fickle and flighty and a unintentionally stuck up when it comes to art / fashion and she has definitely said the wrong thing at the wrong time and pissed the wrong people off, she can’t stand anyone underestimating her or thinking she’s dumb bc she’s interested in fashion. like gtfo !

ex’s , fwb’s , possible love interests .  jade is fairly fluid romantically and is the type of person who hates labels but also just wants to be cherished and called cute pet names lowkey. she loves a lot and gives a lot to her relationships, but typically doesn't want to commit to anything important. she’s gone from one disastrous relationship to another, ending up with a boyfriend who constantly ridiculed her image that was essentially the catalyst for her cutting off romantic ties, quite a recent wound before she found herself on the island actually. worst thing is tht she’s convinced herself that she’s been the problem in these relationships –  that she turns good people bad or that she is too much for people to deal with, she’s not sure what the issue is and she doesn’t really want to know. so…. fuck everything amirite ? anyway, she’s a strong independent woman who don’t need no (wo)man. 

etc . pls give me people jade can give a makeover to, people she shares an apartment w on the island, people who think fashion is girly and vapid.. creatives who love what she’s doing, anything tbh << 3

Are you bothered by your cosmic insignificance? i'm terribly aware of it, sometimes that can make it difficult to find the point in staying alive. i can hardly imagine anyone who's not bothered by this tbh, doesn't it make everything we do sort of pointless?

Do you mourn for a place or person you’ve never known? i definitely do. i long for something more.

Do you really think there is somebody for everybody? honestly, i don't know. i certainly dont think there is one specific person for everyone but i guess it only makes sense that everybody's got several peopple they feel comfortable with and are a perfect fit. the question is, will they ever meet one of them?

Do you place any value in gender roles? no

Do you have to be related to be family? no, family is so much more than that.

Are your platonic relationships just as valuable as romantic or family ones? definitely. some even more so.

Are you in love? Do you want to be? i am. i'm not sure if i want to be.

Do you think you can put love into categories (family, platonic, romantic, etc.) or is it just one general sensation? i find it difficult to see differences between platonic and romantic love, especially when a romantic relationship went on for a while. ig the feelings are mostly the same, you just choose to express them in different ways.

Would you be happy with a life without romance? idk i guess i'd start longing for it eventually.

Are you always going to be a little in love with somebody? yea

Would you change your appearance if you could? hell yes

Do you have the feeling you’ve lost something you might have had in another life - whether it be a person, a place, a world, a language, etc.? i have never thought of it that way but it makes total sense to me

Do you think you’re special, or just another person amongst billions? Can you be both? just another person

Did you have imaginary friends? Do you still have them? i dont think i ever had any

Are you religious? Do you think your religion is ‘correct’? no

If you aren’t religious, do you wish you were? Why? i sometimes do. i imagine its quite reassuring to believe in some greater power and it might make life seem more meaningful

Do you want a grand adventure? yes please but also i'm scared to leave the house

Do you have somebody, whether it be a friend or stranger, who you think you could have loved if the circumstances were different? yes

Is love about convenience or something more? Can it be about both? I DONT KNOW why would u ask that. ig it is mainly about convenience in the end

Do you think you really understand your gender and sexuality? nah. does anyone ever really understand?

What’s the most life-changing choice you’ve made so far? idk

Are you afraid of growing old? yea. i don't wanna do that, man

Would you want to live forever? How about for a billion years, a million, a millennium, a century? NO

Do you believe in some form of god/s? no

Are your choices fated or of your own free will? free will. however, i really cant shake the feeling that there is some greater scheme behind all of it

Do you have a hunch about how you’re going to die? oh yes

Do you believe in star signs? nah

How old do you have to be to be considered an adult? id sure like to know

Was your childhood happy? i wouldn't say i was a happy child. too much trauma to deal with.

What are you missing from your life? happiness, purpose.

Have you ever met someone who had a very similar personality to your own? Did you get along? yes. we did get along until she stopped talking to me for no apparent reason.

Do opposites attract? thats a tough one.

Is your life what you expected it would be five years ago? dude i never planned this far ahead

Do you know what you want out of life? no. to be happy, i suppose

What makes a person ‘good’? Are you a ‘good person’? caring for others, having their best interest in mind, being honest

What fundamentally matters do you? honesty, trust, friendship, family, relationships

Is freewill an illusion? dude idk

Do you create art? How do you define art? art is anything you want it to be. i used to create art but i don't anymore

How often do you lie? Is all lying inherently bad? Are you generally truthful? id say im generally truthful as i consider lying to be bad. however, i do lie to protect others (or myself in rather irrelevant situations)

Do you want to be remembered after your death? What for? of course i don't want everyone to immediately forget me, i'd love it if sometimes they thought of me when a certain song comes on

Is true world peace ever possible? not as long as humans exists

Are you free? Will you ever be? Can anyone be truly free? No. I am bound by financial, time and space constraints.

Do you hold yourself to higher standards than you hold others? yes, sometimes i do

What do you expect from a friend or partner? honesty, loyalty, communication, being on equal footing, trust

What question could you ask to find out the most about a person? people are not truthful enough for this

Do you justify all your beliefs or have you just inherited/absorbed some? i mean... i do like to have some sort of truth and facts to back up my believes?

Which beliefs do you have that is most likely to be wrong? human beings are inherently good

Can human really understand the complete nature of the universe, space and time? no, under no circumstance

Do you thinks humans are obsessed with escapism (books, video games, movies, etc.)? Are you looking for an escape? Do you think that’s a bad thing? definitely. why wouldnt we be? what else is there to distract us from our cosmic insignificance and how pointless this life actually is? if we didnt try to escape we would have all committed suicide by now lol. that wouldnt be such a bad thing tho i guess

Are we eventually going to ‘run out’ of new combinations for music, art, language, etc.? Is there a limit to human creativity? no, there will always be partially new elements

Do we live in tumultuous times, or do they just seem so strange because we’re living in them? are times ever not strange and tumultuous

Would you want to meet a clone of yourself? Would you like them? hell nah. i even hate seeing only parts of myself in others lol

How confident are you, really? idk not very confident id say

How consistent is your perception of time? dude dont get me started

What age should people be allowed to vote? Should children and teenagers be allowed to vote? i feel like for teenagers age shouldnt matter, it would be more useful to quiz them to assess whether they understand the power they are given by voting

How do you feel about monogamy? i prefer monogamous relationships.

Can you be in love with someone and still fall in love with someone else? yes

What’s the tragedy of your life? i have been given so much but my mind wont let me appreciate any of it

Would your life make a good play? nah

Would you fight for your country? Do you feel a sense of loyalty to your nation? no

Do you believe in gender equality in every aspect? uh, of course i do?

Do we have a moral obligation to care for others? To what extent? i think we do.

Do you crave approval and/or praise? i guess i do to an extent

Are you ever going to be satisfied? dont think so

When you are sad, do you listen to music that conveys your emotions or music that makes you happy? i usually listen to aggressive music to change my mood lol

Is your music organised by mood or sensation or do you just listen to everything at any time? by mood

Would you marry a friend if they needed you to (e.g. for citizenship)? yes

Are you a deep person? i'm shallow even though i don't mean to be

Given the chance to live your life on Mars, with no hope of returning to Earth but with the promise of scientific discovery and glory, would you take it? no

Are you who people think you are? no but i am even a mystery onto myself lmao

Do you think you would be happier if you had been born a different gender, sexuality, race, ethnicity, nationality or religion? no

What’s your toxic trait? Are you trying to improve yourself and fix it? i can be controlling, i'm trying to be better

Do you anger easily? yes

Are you a jealous person? yea tho usually in non-romantic relationships

If you lost all your memories, would you have the same personality? no?

Given the chance to reset your life (with none of the knowledge you currently have), would you take it? whats the point

Is hate as strong as love? Who do you hate? i guess it can be. i have never felt hate like that. only towards ppl i have never met

Do you speak multiple languages? Which do you dream in? What language would you want to learn? i speak english and german. i dream in german, during my time abroad i did start to dream in english occasionally tho lol. if it didnt take any time or effort i would love to learn alll the languages. especially spanish and russian i guess

Do you draw meaning from your dreams, or do you disregard them? usually i overthink them lol

How would you describe yourself when you love? Do you love forcefully, unconditionally, gently, quietly, desperately? unconditionally

Is unrequited love real love? sure? feelings do not become real only if they're reciprocated? lol. of course it probably cannot be as profound as the love you feel for someone you've been with for some time

Is your perception of yourself similar or the same to how others perceive you? no

Are you overly analytical? no

Do you ever feel that you are really a terrible person, and only act good out of societal or some other obligation? not really, no

Do you believe in magic? Are you superstitious? i don't believe in magic. i am a little stitious.

Out of this World [M] | Jaebum

He was left behind, forgotten on Earth a long time ago. Although he’s far from home, he finds himself believing that you might actually be where he truly belongs.

Protagonists: Im Jaebum & you

Words: 11k sorry

Genre: Childhood Friends - Romance - Smut - Alien!au - **Short mention of child abuse**

Snippet: “You let Jaebum fill you, own you, claim you. Let him delight in the thought that you are nothing but his and you do the same; for he belongs to you just as much.”

Lyly’s note: #RIP, I was only doing an Alien Moodboard for my Halloween project and got caught up in a whirlpool of JB feels. He’s my GOT7’s bias after all, ENJOY 😅

|| GOT7 Masterlist || Halloween Project ||

Jaebum knew it the first time he saw you; how annoying you’d be. Even now, as he’s entering the coffee shop with the hopes of sharing a fleeting moment with you, he finds you bothersome.

It’s been hours, he doesn’t know how many. 

Right now Jaebum’s hidden in the slide of a playground, lost and all alone. He’s trying to wipe the tears from his cheeks when a cascade of hair at the opening of the tube catches him off guard.

“Hey,” you say simply, smiling like the sight of him is completely normal. You are sitting on the top of the slide, staring upside down at the strange boy inside. “you scratched your knees.” You point to his legs with your tiny finger and shortly disappear from the hole to get down and make your way inside. Jaebum doesn’t say a word, you are the first human to notice him ever since he got here and he’s very afraid. “Does it hurt?” He isn’t sure how he understands everything you say, but he nods. “Is this why you cried?”

You blink at him, waiting for an answer that never comes; instead you move closer to blow on his friction burns. A gasp escapes his lips when he feels your hot breath on his wounds and you grin at him in triumph. He has no idea why he’s here or where he is, but for the first time since he’s on this planet, Jaebum isn’t so scared anymore.

“I’m y/n, let’s be friends!” You throw your head back, giggling. “Playing alone is boring.”

“P-playing?” The boy stares at you with a blank expression and you laugh even harder.

“Yes, this is a playground, you come here to play!”

“No, I don’t have time.” Jaebum shouldn’t waste his time answering back to the weird girl; he should be doing something instead. The only problem is he has no idea what and he hasn’t been able to read humans down here.

“Why?” You pout and he frowns, he didn’t expect you’d continue to speak to him. You should just leave.

“You are annoying.” He states this to push you away, but even if your expression turns dark, you stay in the slide.

“I know” Your nose crinkle. “dad says that’s why I can’t stay at home today.”

“I’m sorry” For a mysterious reason, your words make him even sadder. Jaebum’s family never told him he was annoying. He suddenly feels like justifying his words. “I- I have to go back home.”

“Oh, where do you live?” You look back at him and cock your head to the side, exactly like you did earlier.

“I- ” Jaebum bites his lips to refrain from crying again. He has no intention of mopping in front of a human. “I don’t know.”

“Uh-oh…” You exhale, a bit shaken. “That’s bad” Slowly, you begin to get out the tube and for a moment, he thinks you are finally leaving him alone. He doesn’t feel relieved though, it only fills his heart with more fear. Jaebum doesn’t really want to be left all alone. 

When you get out of the slide, you turn around and smile again, missing several teeth at the front. “Come on, let’s go ask an adult and find your home!” He stares at the little hand you extended for a long second before making his decision.

15 years later, you have all your teeth. Jaebum mentally notes this when you politely smile to take his order. Maybe that’s why his heart goes crazy whenever he sees you smile. Maybe that’s why coffee here seems to taste better, even if it’s several minutes further away from his work than Starbucks. He probably should blame your dentist for it all, him and your amazing genetics.

“Jaebum?” You say his name to get his attention and it sends dangerous electric shocks down his spine. Even if he briefly sees you every day, he hasn’t heard you call him in a very long time. “Did you just spaced out?” You chuckle and it takes him back to when you were little, you guys used to be more than strangers. “Usual?”

You turn around, not waiting for his answer, and start to work on his morning coffee. There’s nothing Jaebum hates more than looking dumb, but he can’t seem to clear his head when you’re around. It’s been that way since forever, but he didn’t notice it much as a kid. Now that you guys aren’t friends, it’s almost tangible though, how much he’s craving your presence and your warmth. Unconsciously, he lets out a sigh.

“You okay?” You side glance at him and he excessively nods. “Are you still working at your father’s repair sho-”

“Yes.” Jaebum answers too fast and feels his face burn, but you don’t turn around. You don’t usually try small talk, so he’s unprepared.

He’s clumsy when you’re near, it makes him almost human. For a few minutes a day it’s like he can’t see and hear every fly in that coffee shop and smell every client’s neck from afar. Almost human, because he makes sure he takes everything of you in with his enhanced senses; the smell of your shampoo, the sound your eyelashes make when you blink and even the way light catches in your hair. Especially the hair thing; you’re glowing.

Jaebum wants to be human so badly sometimes, just to belong here, but not in the mornings. When he’s getting his coffee, he’s secretly thankful because he knows he’s the only one who can truly see you. No one will ever see you, feel you and love your entirety like he does. No one can. The fact that you never saw him back is another thing that makes you annoying.

Jaebum can’t live without you, or he tells himself that because he never plans to even try. He doesn’t belong, but he’ll always be watching you from afar. Jaebum clears his throat before attempting small talk too.

“Are you still living in our old neighborhood?” Maybe he shouldn’t have asked that because your gaze immediately widens in surprise. He hasn’t accidentally bumped into you at the grocery store for a few weekends now and he’s worried you’re slipping away.

“No,” you slide his cup on the counter and he’s sad he doesn’t have any excuse to stay longer, “I moved around here recently.”

“Oh-” He grabs the coffee, looking at it to avoid holding your gaze. “D-did you move in with your boyfriend?”

“Oh god, no!” Your sudden fit of laughter throws Jaebum off. “It’s just…” You pause a second to think. “My father died a month ago and I got rid of the house.”

“I’m sorry.” His face falls. Jaebum’s father died when you were both still in school, well, his adoptive father. You were around seventeen at the time and even though you two weren’t friends anymore, you showed up to the funeral. He clearly remembers you walking straight to him in you black dress. You hugged him until he calmed down; it was the second and last time you saw him cry. “I really am sorry, I should have known, I wou-”

“Don’t be.” You clear your throat. “You know how he was…He-” Your eyes go dark for a second until you smile again. “It’s all for the best... Oh god, I sound like a horrible daughter!” You cover your mouth with your hand, embarrassed.

“No you don’t!” Jaebum knows. He remembers every single time he saw your father, because he’d always want to shield you. Take you far far away. Instead, he’d just watch as you got nervous and scared around the man, watch you anxiously scratch your palms until it bled. Because, Jaebum is a coward, he is a wimp who doesn’t belong. “You are not a horrible daughter, y/n.” His tone is lower this time and you grin larger.

“Thank you Jae. I hope you have a nice day, see you tomorrow.”

You stare as the door closes behind his back, the tingling sensation at the base of your neck fades. You intensely watch until he turns the street’s corner and disappears without looking back. Every morning you find yourself waiting for him to do it and you’re not quite sure why.

Jaebum isn’t normal. Your father used to say that all the time when you were kids. Usually before a beating, when he was drunk and found out you had been playing with the boy all day.

He was right, Jaebum wasn’t a normal boy. You silently observed him crying for half an hour before talking to him the first time, and when you did… Even just thinking about it makes goosebumps spread on your arms.

You absentmindedly rub the back of your neck, right under your ponytail. That damned eerie sensation. If it wasn’t for it, you’d be like everyone else and believe Jaebum’s just an orphan that someone dropped in town years ago, but it’s always there when he’s around. It’s like a warning that he’s something else. So much more than others.

Once, in high school, you mentioned it to a girlfriend. You just wanted to confirm that everyone was feeling this way around him. She laughed at you and said that was because he was attractive.

Attractive is a void word.

It cannot begin to describe Jaebum’s beauty; everyone is drawn to him before being scared away at some point. He has an uncanny aura, he’s too much to handle. Just being around him is unnerving.

Even as a child you felt it, you never asked, but you know he was always aware. He often used it on adults so you two could get what you wanted; more ice cream or free tickets to the movie theatre. It was like a get out of jail card. Jaebum would stare at people with his deep brown eyes, ask, and they’d eventually just give up resisting. He really only used this ability on you once.

Jaebum exhales as he leaves the coffee shop and begins to walk to his car, fighting the urge to turn back. Every morning he thinks you might be looking at him, but he’s too scared to turn around and discover it isn’t the case.

You called him “Jae”, he smirks unconsciously. You haven’t called him that since you were around sixteen.

Everybody sighs when the substitute teacher reaches for the light and you watch Jaebum’s angry face appear next to you. He’s leaning back with arms crossed and his jaw clenched. The sight makes you chuckle. You aren’t sure why, but you like it when Jaebum gets all feisty.

You’ve known him for almost two years and you’ve grown quite close. Whenever your dad kicks you out, you never have to play alone anymore. Now, you can hide at Jaebum’s. He will always be there.

“Hey” You balance your leg to kick his chair and he turns to you, the same indignation filling his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“This movie is so stupid!” You tilt your head to the side, not getting it. Your teacher is off sick and the class had a free period. Jaebum complaining about not learning enough at school is not new, but you never expected him to whine about movie time. “E.T. is stupid!” The hair on the back of your neck rise at the blind anger in his tone. “Why would he ever want to go home when they abandoned him here?”

“Well, it was an accident…” You frown; E.T. is one of your favourite movies. “It’s not like they wanted to leav-”

“If he was important, they would never have left him behind all alone.” You’re about to add something, but instead, you shut your mouth. Jaebum isn’t talking about the movie.

Somehow, you know this has more to do with him than E.T.’s friends forgetting him on earth. You were 8 years old when you found Jaebum alone on that playground. You heard that even if the police looked everywhere, they couldn’t find his family. He was never declared missing, nor did anybody come to look for him since then. You know somehow he remembers his previous home, but every time you try to ask he shuts you off.

“Besides” He springs up when the bell rings and throws his backpack on one shoulder. “How does he expect to phone a spaceship?” You follow closely behind. “How stupid is he? Also, Aliens don’t look like that!”

“I know,” you shrug, “you are one!” Jaebum comes to a stop and you hit his back at full speed. “Ouch! Dummy!”

“W-why would you even say that?” He turns to stare at you, eyes wide.

“Cause,” you slap his forehead angry he stopped walking so abruptly, “your stupidity is out of this world!”

When you get home after work, you immediately change into your most comfortable clothes to catch up on your favourite TV shows. If you’re honest, your new place isn’t that great. There’s not a lot of natural light that comes in, it’s not very big either and you can always hear the cars on the streets, but it’s your first real home and you love it.

Andrew hated the idea. First, he was excited; he thought you meant living together. However, you had a different vision on the matter. There was no way in hell you’d move in with him. You don’t blame him for being surprised by the news; you were a jerk for dating him this long. Your relationship was never meant to last and you knew that from the very beginning. Still, you waited 7 years of on and off drama to finally call it over. You know it’s a horrible thing to do. Andrew was always a safety net, something you could hold on to or somewhere to hide when your father was acting like… Well, like your father.

Without Andrew or him, you have no one in this world. That’s a fact your ex made sure you were well aware of when he slammed the door one last time. That night, your thoughts went to Jaebum, there once was a time where he was all that mattered to you. When you were best friends, he never felt like a life vest, you didn’t cling to him for security. Jaebum had no one else either, you knew it in your bones the first time you saw him. Even now, you believe that as a child, you adopted him just as much as Mr. Im did. 

Maybe that’s why you felt like talking to him this morning. Actually talk, after you pushed him away all those years ago. The weird thing is, he didn’t seem to mind. He wasn’t angry at you for acting like nothing happened, he seemed… happy. Jaebum is constant. Nothing ever seems to affect him but you know better than that. He just took it when you abandoned him. He never asked, he let it go and stayed away. Away, but always around. You’re very well aware your coffee shop isn’t the closest to his repair shop.

Jaebum probably just expects it; people seeing it and leaving him behind, scared. But that day, you weren’t scared of him, you were just afraid of finding out the limits of his true abilities. If you found out and still didn’t mind, it would have meant something entirely different. Jaebum isn’t normal. You always liked the thrill of knowing something was off, but just how far were you willing to ignore it and what did it mean?

The only thing that really scares you when you think back to that day is how easy it was for you to abandon him behind. Hurt him like that when you knew he had nowhere else to go. By the time his father died, you were just too ashamed to come back into his life, so you stayed away too. Away and unhappy because that’s what you deserved for not being as constant as Jaebum.  

But maybe he’s still there, away and unhappy like you. Maybe he’s actually just waiting for you to come back to him after all these years.

“So… Is the weird one single or what?” Lucy toys with her hair, blinking at you.

“W-what?” You flush. “Jaebum?”

“Of course” She rolls your eyes. “You went on a date with Andrew that means that one’s free, right?” She uses one finger to point at the man in question; he’s waiting in line to get his food. He’s almost a head taller than all of the other kids, so you easily spot his black messy hair and straight eyes. 

“I thought you didn’t like Jae.” You tilt your head to the side, somewhat defensive. Lucy moved into town last year and befriended you, but she always kept away from him. Just like most students usually do, instinct. 

“Well, I’ve never said that!” She feigns to take offence and you can’t help but smile. “He’s kind of a wacko, but he’s got me feeling lik-” She stops when she sees your expression. “So what if I have a thing for nutcases? A thing for loners.” She corrects herself and winces. “You see, we have gym together and the other day he wore that loose tank top and I could see through it… Jeez… It was like my eyes were X-rays... I wanted to shove my hands under it to feel his abs against my fingertips… The guy’s so mysterious, I’m going to rip all his clothes off to discover every single one of his secrets. That’s all I think ab-” You kick her under the table. “OW!”

“SSShh- He’ll hear you!” You hide your face in your hands, mortified when you meet Jaebum’s gaze from afar. You are almost certain he looks amused.

“He’s literally at the other side of the cafeteria!” She states the obvious but you just shrug, uneasy. You don’t really want her to talk about Jaebum like that. It just… feels wrong. “Anyway, if you tell me he’s already yours I’ll move on-”

“That’s not it!” You blush; it feels like you’ve had this conversation a hundred times before. “We’ve been friends since like… forever.” 

“You sure?” You nod even though you’re not sure of anything these days. “HEY!” She rises from her chair to wave at the boy in question who just received his meal. “Come here!” With a frown, he starts to walk your way and you’re suddenly nervous. It’s odd, even though you find his presence unnerving sometimes; Jaebum is the person you’re closest to in the whole universe. Students’ heads all turn your way in surprise; Jaebum usually never eats in here. “Oh my god, he’s really coming…” Of course, he is. She’s calling him!

“Hi y/n,” Andrew clears his throat to your right and sits next to you without waiting. “How was your day so far?” He smiles.

“Uh, nice, thank you…” You stare intensely at your food. You aren’t sure why you went out with him last weekend. Lucy convinced you to say yes and when you asked Jaebum, he shrugged and asked why you were asking him.

“Hey Andrew,” Lucy grins, “Hello Jaebum!” her tone is neatly more excited when she turns towards Jaebum upon his arrival and something about it annoys you to no end. You raise your eyes from your food and see that he’s looking at you, still frowning. “Sit next to me!”

“Am I being summoned at the cool kids’ table?” Jaebum smirks but still sits down next to Lucy, across you. “Did Earth tilt on its axe?” You give him a small kick under the table. 

“There’s no cool table! Besides, you can always sit with us!” You say it, but you know your words mean nothing. It’s not really true. Nobody outside the cheer or basketball teams sits at your table and trying without being invited would be social suicide. Jaebum raises an eyebrow.

“So, to what do I owe this honour?” He turns to Lucy and smiles with all his teeth. You’re pretty sure she shudders at the sight and she stares at him, mind completely blank. It happens a lot when he makes eye contact, girls break.

“Yeah,” Andrew wonders and at the same time two cheerleaders and three players join the table, staring at Jaebum with curiosity, “the man has his usual spot, Lucy. What did you want to ask, we shouldn’t keep his friends waiting.” Your head snaps in the point guard’s direction. Everyone knows Jaebum usually eats alone outside, even though you often join him.

“I-I wanted you to eat with us…” Lucy seemingly recovers her voice and Jaebum takes a bite of his sandwich, ignoring her to glare at Andrew instead. “…Because we’re planning y/n’s sweet sixteen!” She continues and this time he fully turns his attention to her. It isn’t a complete lie; she’s been bothering you about it for a while. “She doesn’t want to do anything special and you’re her…” She must take a short inhale when she meets his dark eyes. “Her b-best friend, so I thought you could help convince her... Doing nothing for your birthday is just plain weird.”

You hate that Jaebum has this effect on people, it’s always the same. You almost forgot about it, since you’re always alone together and he usually avoids talking to others. You grimace and he glances at you. A deadly smile curls the corner of his lips like he’s reading your mind and he winks. Andrew wiggles on his chair, not missing the gesture but you relax a bit. You don’t see why you should be uncomfortable if Jaebum isn’t. 

“She’s already doing something that day, though.” Your eyes widen at his words and silently plead him to not say anything more, but he goes on: “It’s a special tradition.” 

“You planned your birthday with him?” It takes you a few seconds to register that Andrew’s question is directed towards you. Jaebum’s eyes furrow, disappearing almost completely. “Like, you didn’t want to invite us?” 

“It’s Jaebum’s birthday too.” Your nose crinkles, frankly, you have no intention of celebrating your birthday with the whole crew. It’d be awkward. “It’s been a ‘us’ thing ever since we were kids.” 

“You share the same birthday!” Lucy happily claps her hands. “That’s like... Friendship destiny!” Jaebum snorts and you nod in a hurry, it’s not like you’re going to explain why. You just kind of just started to celebrate them together when you found out he didn’t have his own. “Wait, how old are you?” Lucy frowns, studying him. 

You know where this comes from; Jaebum is ageless. Sure, he looks like a young adult, but he also could easily pass for someone in his twenties. He’s tall, has large shoulders; and his face has been the same ever since his growth spurt. 

“I’ll turn sixteen…” He takes another bite of his sandwich with disinterest, but you can tell he’s uncomfortable.

“Really?” Andrew leans in; he seems to have forgotten all about your own birthday. “Do you think you could buy us drinks?” You gasp and turn to him, but he just shrugs. “With a fake I.D. he’d totally look legal!” 

This morning, your head darts in direction of the door even before the bell’s sound. You warmly smile when he walks in and Jaebum notices something has changed. He can’t quite pinpoint it, but the air is different. Your eyes lit up when they meet his, so he must remember to breathe and calm his overwhelming feelings.

Your heartbeat accelerates and your cheeks flush. He hears it. He sees it. It’s like you’re excited to see him. Jaebum needs to keep his head clear, it’s dangerous to interpret your reactions like he’d read other humans. He learned that a long time ago.

“The usual?” He nods and you start to brew his coffee. He always comes in at the exact same time. You probably could have it ready for him, but you only do his order when he’s there. Jaebum wonders about that sometimes, when it’s the weekend and he has no excuses to see you. He overanalyzes your actions and every time, he chooses to believe it’s because you want to prolong this silent moment too. Maybe you enjoy seeing his familiar face, despite what he is and what you know of him. This idea comforts him when he’s feeling lonely.

“You asked me yesterday if I moved in with Andrew…” Jaebum stops breathing, he watches the way you work, shoulders tensed behind the counter. Your pulse is deafening this time, it’s all he can focus on. “I told him I was leaving, I should have a long time ago.”

He doesn’t say anything, because he can’t. Jaebum has no idea what one should say in this situation, sorry? He is not. Years ago, he would’ve told you he hated Andrew, but it probably would be creepy if he said it aloud now. You turn to slide his coffee on the counter, chewing on your bottom lip.

“So I was thinking,” you meet his eyes, hopeful, “maybe you’d like to hang out tomorrow night?”

“Yes” His answer feels foreign, almost just an exhale. He should’ve said no. He should try to keep away and let you live a normal life, he wants to punch himself. Your gaze widens, maybe you didn’t expect him to agree at all.

“Y-you don’t have other plans?” He frowns, he feels like you should know he never has anything planned. This never changed. “Um... Ok, maybe I can come over to your house?” You grin wickedly like you used to as a kid, and he returns it, still our fo his mind. “I’ll bring the cake!”

Right. It’s your birthday. 

Again, Jaebum feels stupid when he leaves the coffee place. He should have remembered, but this celebration isn’t something that makes a lot of sense to him. You turn 23 years old tomorrow. He believes that if human birthdays were logic, the mothers would be celebrated, not the child. It’s a weird idea really when they’re the ones who gave life on that date.

He never got why this day was special but he went along with it. A smile creeps the corner of his lips when he realizes it’s supposed to be his birthday too. To be honest, he hasn’t celebrated anything after your sweet sixteen.

Jaebum hates Andrew so much. He never thought it’d be possible to feel something so negative and intense for someone. The first few weeks you started dating, he pretended that he, at least, could stand the guy. But the more he gets to see him, the more he loathes him. He finds solace in the fact that the feeling is clearly mutual.  Usually, humans are uncomfortable around Jaebum, he noticed it quite young. He likes to believe it’s because they know he’s not like them; faster, smarter and stronger. No one’s ever said anything aloud though. They panic when they are alone with him and even if he acts totally human, they usually avoid him altogether afterwards. He watches their pupils dilate, their cheeks turn red and goosebumps spread on their arms. You’re the only exception. Even if he sees it sometimes in your eyes; doubt, questions, you never avoid him. When he was younger and foolish, he even mesmerized other humans in front of you and you never asked a single question. These days, Jaebum isn’t so thankful about that. He used to be glad you didn’t ask because he didn’t want to lie. But not now, now he’s afraid he’s losing you and he finds himself wanting to tell the truth, anything to keep you away from this Andrew guy. “I’m not from this world.” In reality, he’s not sure what this confession would change. He’d probably lose you. Jaebum sees Andrew. He’s no different than your father. If he could, he would lock you up somewhere, keep you away from people and control you. This idea scares Jaebum the most because he knows he can’t do anything about it. He knows that no matter what he feels, you can’t be his because he doesn’t belong here. Isolation is no better than being locked up. This isn’t how your life should be. There’s also another secret reason why Jaebum loves that your boyfriend clearly hates him, a more devious one. It’s not just because it gives him an excuse to hate him back, it’s because Andrew doesn’t dislike him for being inhuman. He simply hates Jaebum for what he is to you. This thought is more comforting than it should be. It’s amazing how even just the idea of this can send Jaebum’s heart into a frenzy. Then he remembers that it doesn’t matter what he is to you. The only thing that matters is where he’s from and it’s not here. Jaebum doesn’t belong. He can’t be with you, so he watches you fall in love instead of doing something about it. Fall in love with a jerk. Why does it have to be him? It should be a nice human, you deserve one. Not the basketball player whom, whenever you’re not around, pushes people against lockers and looks at other girls.

You aren’t in the cafeteria today, so Jaebum makes sure to avoid Lucy’s scrutiny when he passes the center table with his lunch. She’s annoying. It’s your birthday, so you’re probably by the big oak tree outside, waiting for him at his usual spot. He pushes the door, confident he’ll find you there.

Except you are not.

He doesn’t worry; sure, it’s weird, but you could still be in class. He stretches his legs and takes a bite of his sandwich, he bets you’ll arrive with a cake. You do every year. Jaebum lets his senses loose, he can never let his guard down inside. There’s too many people, it’s way too loud. When he’s outside alone, the rest of the school is nothing but a murmur. Outside he can concentrate on the nature. Here weird creatures live around every corner, but humans don’t mind them.

Jaebum’s from a space station colony. He spent his young days there, where there are no trees, birds nor squirrels. That’s why he has this fascination for them. In the big oak, two furry rodents jump from branches, chasing each other. He smiles hearing their small sounds and watches, amused. He named the quiet one Mark and the loud one Jackson. His brothers back home would probably be annoyed if they knew, but then again why would they care? Jaebum smiles fade. It’s not like they’re thinking about him.

“…Jaebum’s waiting.” He freezes all senses alerted at the mention of his name from somewhere far away. “Who cares. You should spend your birthday with your actual boyfriend.”

There’s no doubt that you are inside the school with Andrew. Jaebum sighs, he hates prying. He really doesn’t want to hear stuff like this, so he tries to not listen but you keep saying his name.

“It’s Jaebum’s birthday too!” He hears you sigh heavily and he gets flustered, imagination running wild, each scenario worse than the previous one. Andrew’s hands on your body, his nose behind your ear, his lips down your neck; Jaebum clenches his fists. “Hey... S-Stop...”

This time he opens his eyes, trying to listen to what’s going on instead of shutting it off. “Andrew, please…”

He stands up on his feet, waiting to hear something that could help him guess where you two are hiding. “I hav- I want to go!” He knows you push Andrew back because he hears the muffled sound of his clothes and the air suddenly leaving his lungs. “I asked you to stop!” This time, Andrew moves and trips on something that makes a hollow sound; a ball? Without thinking, Jaebum’s running to the gym storage. “What is wrong with you? You didn’t mind the other night!” Andrew’s mad now.

What an asshole, Jaebum is seeing red, he knows about the basketball team’s storage reputation. Seconds later, he’s slamming open the door and you scream in surprise. He’s already standing a few centimetres away from your boyfriend’s face. He’s appeared there way too fast, but he doesn’t care. Jaebum doesn’t even try to hide it, he lets you see.

“She asked you to stop.”

You run a hand on the edge of the fireplace and observe the lack of dust on your fingertips, fascinated. Still a neat freak. 

Of course, Jaebum is constant.

“It weird” You laugh “everything’s the same.” Jaebum exits the kitchen to join you and offers you a glass of red wine. “Okay fine, that’s new.” He chuckles, highly tensed. It’s strange being here with the reserved version of him. Everything’s the same, yet he’s so controlled and on edge right now, that it’s totally different.

“My dad isn’t here to send you home after eight anymore.” He curls the side of his lips; a familiar gesture and you’re relieved. Maybe you haven’t ruined him.

“No chaperon then.” You watch Jaebum choke on his sip of wine and burst out laughing. “Don’t be nervous, it’s so not you.”

“T-That’s not what I meant…” He winces. “But I’m always nervous.” He clears his throat as if to support his claim.

“Sorry, you didn’t use to be.” You raise an eyebrow and walk across the living room. The door that is shut intrigues you the most. It always used to be wide open, and you’re aware it’s his bedroom. You both played for hours there; you, drawing constellations and Jaebum little animals. “I don’t want to make you nervous.”

“Trust me”, he nods and keeps staring at you, “you always made me quite nervous.” You tilt your head to the side, amazed.

Maybe he was and you just never knew, that’s a weird thought. It also kind of makes sense, because of that gut feeling you always have when he’s around. That spooky tingling. You probably both had secrets from one another, how strange. Jaebum chuckles and you give him a puzzled look.

“It’s just…” He runs a hand through his hair. “You always do that with your head when you’re thinking.” He tilts his head, mimicking you. 

“Oh,” you laugh too, “no one ever told me that…”

“It’s impossible, you do it over a hundred times a day…” He fidgets before exhaling slowly. “Sorry.”

“Why?” You’re amused by the face he pulls. “For counting?”

“N-No!” You laugh again when he focuses on the ground instead of you.

“I’m teasing you, Jae.” His face twitches when he hears his nickname and once again, you’re filled with guilt. “Why aren’t you mad at me?” You suddenly ask.

“Mad?” He sounds incredulous. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“I shut you off.” You take a step closer and his eyes widen. “I left you alone when I knew you had no one else.”  You’re probably too close now, even if there’s still a lot of space between your bodies.

“It’s not like you had anyone else either.” His words make your pulse accelerate and he briefly glances at your parted lips.

“I had my father,” you shake your head, trying to deny his truth, “Andrew and my friends from school.”

“Good for you then,” his voice is soft and you know he knows you are lying. Jaebum always saw you. You just didn’t realize he still knew everything about you even after all these years. He avoids your gaze again and takes a step back. “It was a mistake, you shouldn’t have come here.” His words send a shudder of pain in your heart and almost instantly, your eyes fill with tears.

“I-I’ll go…” All your confidence vanished. You wanted to come here, walk into his home completely shameless and ask for everything to go back to its original place. You can’t do that, Jaebum might not be mad at you, but he doesn’t want you back either.

“Wait, this isn’t what- I- I…” Jaebum takes a step closer and delicately holds your shoulders. “Shit, I’m sorry.” He bites his lips when the first tear rolls down your cheek. He hates seeing you upset, so it leaves his mouth by reflex, a plea. “Don’t cry...”

Time stops.

When Jaebum realizes what he said, he retreats. Hurt and panic flashing on his face.

You scream in surprise when he bursts through the door, but he doesn’t look at you. You have no idea how he found you. Was he searching? You don’t have time to think, in a fraction of second Jaebum’s on Andrew, holding him by the collar. Inhuman speed.

“She asked you to stop.” You never heard his voice sound like that.

You take a step to the side to touch his forearm, it’s like he doesn’t see you at all. You’re filled with guilt when you see the blind rage on his face. Maybe you wanted a reaction from Jaebum by seeing Andrew, something to tell you it bothered him to see you with someone else. But that’s not it.

“Jae…” You desperately tug at his arm, but he doesn’t budge. “Let’s leave.”

Andrew stays silent the whole time, staring into Jaebum’s eyes. He doesn’t even move, his pupils are completely dilated, eyes dark as night. Terror fills you, you’ve seen people stare at Jaebum like that. The ominous tingling at the base of your neck grows stronger, like warning you to run for your life.

You’ve seen it before, yet you’ve never seen him that enraged. You’re worried about what he’ll do. Without meaning to, you start to cry.

“Please…” It’s your sob that wakes Jaebum from his trance and he eyes you in panic.

“Y/n, are you hurt?” His face is softer now that he’s looking at you, but his brows are still furrow.

“N-No!” You wipe your tears away. “Let’s just go, he didn’t do anything!”

“Didn’t do anything?” Then Jaebum goes dark and turns to the frozen Andrew again. “That’s just it.” He tilts his head and when he continues, his words sound different; slower, warmer, softer but thick like honey. “When a woman asks, you stop and let her go, okay?” Andrew nods, understanding every syllable. “Now, go and never come back in here.”

You’re still crying when Andrew leaves like his life depends on it and Jaebum turns to you.

“Shhh- it’s alright…” He carefully touches your arm, like you are some sort of porcelain doll, worried. You don’t move away and he bites his lips, nervous. Jaebum never knows what to do when you are upset, it makes him feel useless. So, instead of feeling useless, he says it. “Don’t cry.”

It’s like time suddenly doesn’t exist and your eyes dry, his words echoing in your mind. Except you don’t mean to stop crying, you’re not calmed or reassured. You just don’t have the choice anymore, because you can’t resist his will and you are completely awake and aware of it.

You’ve seen him do it many times before, he calms animals or convinces people to do you favors and you’ve always wondered how it worked, how it felt.

It’s the worst feeling in the world. It’s inhuman. Jaebum is the worst feeling in the world. What else can he do?

When he moves to hold you, you shrink unconsciously and he backs away, scared. You see the fear on his face, it’s the same as inside that slide years ago. Then you realize then that it doesn’t matter what else Jaebum can do. You never asked questions even if you always knew he was different because it doesn’t change how you feel. No matter what Jaebum is or can do, you’ll always be his. Jaebum is the only person that’s constant in your life and this fact makes your freak out. Instead of holding him like you want to, you run away. You run fast by him and he just stays still. He just stays there and watches you leave.

“Don’t cry”

Time stops. When he realizes what he said, he retreats. Hurt and panic on his face.

Without really meaning to, you stop crying. Everything’s the same. Only, this time, when you see him afraid, you don’t run away. Instead, when Jaebum shrinks back, you hold onto him.

He’s backed up against the wall and now it’s your turn to hold his shoulders. It’s like you’re afraid he’ll disappear for good if you let go.

“I- I didn’t do anything….” You feel his breath on your cheeks wet with tears. “I swear.” His voice is almost a sob.

“I know.” You lift your head to be able to look at him, and he doesn’t avert his gaze like you thought he might.

“You should go.” There’s fear in his eyes, but you relax at the proximity of his body. He’s just scared you’re going to leave him again.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He frowns, still not getting it.

“You are…” Your hands slide up to cup his face and he looks even more confused. “... not leaving?”

“Never.” You kiss him gently, ghosting over his lips.

It takes a second for Jaebum to react and you start to fear he’ll actually pull away. Luckily, he ends up warping your waist with his arms and pressing you firmly against him. Nobody ever kissed you like that, but then again; Jaebum isn’t like anyone in this world.

When he kisses you back, you know all you’ve ever wanted was in front of you the whole time. How cliché. Your mouth opens against his and moves in perfect unison. It’s like you’re breathing through each other like this kiss is reminding you both that you were never quite alive before. Just when you’re about to lose yourself in him he pulls back, panting.

“A-Are you sure?” He gazes at you through his eyelashes, head resting on the wall behind him to regain some self-control. You almost go mad at the sight but instead, you shake your head in disbelief.

You’re his beyond words, there’s no doubt. Rather than giving an answer, you press yourself on him. There’s a renewed eagerness to your second kiss. Jaebum’s hands get lost on your body; stroking your hair, your cheeks, your waist. You’re both set alight by each other’s touch and your familiar tingling sensation in his presence has become a thrill, a rush, blazing through your veins.

You clumsily tumble backwards bringing him along and make your way to his bedroom door. He stops you when you get there, holding the frame while your lips push and pull relentlessly. It’s as though he’s hesitating, doubting that you are needing this as badly as him. You break the kiss to latch your mouth on his neck, pressing butterfly kisses everywhere. Jaebum nearly gasps when you begin to lightly suck his burning skin. That’s when he decides to turn the doorknob. As soon as the door is yanked open, something furry and fast runs between your legs.

“Cat,” he groans, indifferent and resumes his misdemeanor on your left earlobe. You end up laughing the whole way to his bed. At that point, he has to stop to worriedly ask you what’s wrong.

“Nothing, it’s just…” You smile, stroking his cheek. “It makes too much sense that you have a cat.” Jaebum has always been obsessed with animals but his father was allergic.

“I have three.” He holds your hand to kiss your palm

“Three?!” He nods and leans into you again, only to groan in frustration when you pull back from his kiss to laugh.

“Do you want to stop this to play with them instead of me?” He clicks his tongue, annoyed, just like he used to do when you were kids. You hide your grin and shake your head. “Good.” Then he’s on you once more, nipping and sucking at the skin of your collarbone.

Somewhere between the bed and the living room, you both lost your clothes and Jaebum ends up stopping to hover over you. He breathes deeply, taking his time to memorize your entire body exposed to him. You do the same and slide your fingertips down his torso in adoration, watching his abs contract under the soft touch.

“You’re beautiful.” He rubs his nose against yours, breathing you in deeply. You’ve been told that many times before, but somehow…Because it’s Jaebum that’s saying it now; you finally let yourself believe it.

“You aren’t bad either…” He chuckles and your lips find his again, while you hook your legs on his waist to rub yourself on him. He groans into your mouth, the sound even deeper than before.

Jaebum’s hands that were on your neck and hair slowly slide on your skin to your breasts. You arch against the sheets when his head dip low to capture one of your nipples. His hot tongue circles it to toy with you. Gently sucking and lapping until it’s fully erected and moving on to the other one.

One of your hands gets lost in his black strays and the other explores his back down to his ass. You brush his soft skin and feel a dimple form in his cheek when he contracts under your fingers. Suddenly, Jaebum dips even lower, moving out of touch and kissing along your hipbone. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and starts to kiss the inside of your tights.

His kisses are meticulous, detailed like he has done this a hundred times in his head. And he has. Jaebum is nothing if not a perfectionist; he takes his time, tasting you, building your anticipation. He relishes in the softness of your skin until you reflexively buck your hips higher, begging for his attention elsewhere. Then he gives you want you need.

You deeply sigh when he finally runs his tongue on your slit. Jaebum thinks it’s funny, how you both denied each other for so long, only for everything to come crashing down tonight. He tugs at your clit with his lips, licking you like he used to dream of doing when he couldn’t sleep. You grind against his face and he grunts, satisfied to see you become a mess for him. His names leaves your mouth in repetition, sounding more and more incoherent and you can’t help but bury your fingertips in the skin of his neck to stay in control.

He lets you do it and moans into you at the ache. Your breath hitches when he releases your clit and climbs back, to suck at your neck again. This time, he’s rough. He leaves marks and bites along the way, asking if this is how you want him. There’s so many more ways that you want him and you tell him all that.

You roll your hips against him to feel his hard length rub your core. The sensation makes you curl your toes in anticipation. Feeling you freeze under him, Jaebum shifts his weight to watch your reaction when he rolls on you again. You whimper and he bites his lips, pleased.

“Do you really want this?” His voice is low, throaty and so sexy that you can only gasp in response. “We can wait if you want to…”

“Jaebum…” You growl, frustrated. “I swear to God, if you ask me one more time, it doesn’t matter how bad I want you. I’ll leave you here and go home.” You pout. “Alone.”  His eyes narrow deliciously, you always liked it when he did that. Gazed at you through the tiny slits, usually plotting to get back at something you said.

“Oh…” You watch him smirk and wiggle under him in excitement. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?” He catches your mouth with his in a fiery kiss. You realize a second later that it’s only meant as a distraction, because at the same time, Jaebum slowly sinks into you.

You moan in his mouth and he does the same, sounding so needy and vulnerable in the best way. He stays still a moment for you both to get used to the feel of each other and catch your breaths. He only starts to move again after you whimper. Then he gets out inch by inch, only to bury himself into your heat again and again. Jaebum does this relentlessly and you help him.

Even if you know each other by heart, you’re only discovering yourselves that way for the first time tonight. You let Jaebum fill you, own you, claim you. Let him delight in the thought that you are nothing but his and you do the same; for he belongs to you just as much.

His hands assert your body; explore it as your hips hit each other in rhythm. Even if you wish the moment to lasts forever, you feel yourself come loose when his hand reaches between your legs. Then he teases you at the same time he fills you over and over.

You two become one when your orgasms wash over you. Both of an intensity you’ve never felt before, not with a partner nor alone. You tug at Jaebum’s hair when you come and he quickly follows, shuddering and calling your name as he fills you.

He makes sure not to crush you underneath him when he lies back on the bed, exhausted. Sweat pearls in the crook of his neck; you kiss it delicately to taste him. He recoils by reflex and you laugh, remembering how ticklish he used to be. After a moment, you’re left in the cold when he gets up to get clean, so you wrap yourself in his blankets.

He gets back and sits on the edge bed to observe you. Your eyes are closed peacefully, but he can tell from your breathing and heartbeat that you aren’t sleeping. He wants to know if you’d want to stay the night, but he’s afraid you’ll remember your earlier threat of leaving if he asks. Instead, Jaebum lies down and pulls you into him, hopeful.

You feel his heartbeat in his chest when you nuzzle yourself closer against him. You vaguely wonder if he’s already thinking about round two, so you open your eyes to look at him, but his are filled with doubts again. Deep down, Jaebum’s still scared he’s screwed up somehow.

“Do you-” He starts hesitantly, but you interrupt him.

“I told you, I’m not going anywhere.” You sigh and wiggle to make yourself more comfortable in his arms. “Jeez, what more can I do to convince you? It’s where I was always meant to be, I just got lost.”

He chuckles softly and you open an eye again, curious. He grins at your silent question.

“It’s just…” Jaebum shrugs by reflex and the sudden movement of your warm pillow makes you groan in protest. “All this time, I was thinking that I didn’t belong here…” He glances at you hesitantly. “…On Earth.” You cling tighter to him, not fully getting it but still in the known somehow.

“Oh, Jae…” Being alone, feeling like there’s not a place for you in this world, it’s something you can understand all too well.

“You know, now that I think about it that way...” Jaebum rubs his nose in your hair, whispering, “Maybe I’m here for a reason…” You wait for him to say which one, already feeling your chest getting warmer. “I belong with you.” You smile and bury your head in his shoulder, suddenly embarrassed.

“You’re my home too, Jae.”

“Your boyfriend is late…” Gertrude, a middle-aged woman who spends her days at your coffee shop, shakes her head, disapproving. “You shouldn’t keep him up at night. He’ll end up jobless like Marcel if he gets late to work.”

“He’s his own boss.” Still, you flush at her words. You aren’t taking things slowly with Jaebum. You spend every second outside of work together and ever since your birthday, you almost haven’t been in your own apartment. At first, you kept telling yourself that you needed to rebuild your relationship slowly to move forward, but eventually, you gave up. It already felt like those years of separation never existed anyway.

“It’s 7:40…” Gertrude shakes her head again, disapproving. “He’s always here at 7:35!” You laugh at her pursed lips. “I’ve been telling you for years, the man is in love with you… But no one ever listens to me! The man was there every morning, gawking at you like a lost puppy... I told you.”

“The name’s Jaebum!” The place is empty this morning and since she’s right about him being late, you start to prepare his usual order. You’re sure he’s going to come in anyway, he never misses a weekday.

“… Yeah, Jaebum.” She smiles when the name rolls off her tongue and if she was 30 years younger, maybe you’d be annoyed, but you smirk. “Anyway, as I’ve been saying for years. You guys will have the cutest babies together and I better be the Godmother…”

“I was in a relationship.” You roll your eyes at her emphasis of the word years.

“Yeah-yeah, I saw the way you guys looked at each other. I knew. When you’re my age you know things…” She takes a sip of her tea and you use her pause to add another void explanation.

“Well, we were estranged childhood friends…”

“Oh honey, who cares? It was meant to be.” She nods this time, satisfied. At the same time, you put a lid on his finished latte to-go. “And about your ex? No woman can’t stay true when she has a man with his face coming by just to see her for a minute every day!” You burst out laughing. Jaebum coming in has been Gertrude's favourite time of the day for at least two years now.

She glances at the clock and you do the same. He should be here any second by now.

“Remember I said it from the start.” She repeats for the thousandth time. “I can’t die without at least seeing your weddi-” She stops herself to fix her hair, “Uh-oh here he comes!”

You can see him too, through the shop window. You grab the order and go to him instead of waiting. He may own the Im’s repair shop, but still, he shouldn’t be late.

You don’t notice how weird it is that he’s frozen still in the middle of the parking.

You don’t notice he’s not alone either.

He’s late. He’s never late, that’s so very human of him. Usually, he’s timed like a watch, it’s weird. Maybe all the time he’s been spending with you is changing him again. Jaebum leaves his car in a hurry.

You’re probably expecting him. It’s unnerving how even if you were together two hours ago, he looks forward to seeing you right now. There’s a man standing in the middle of the parking lot, between him and the coffee shop. How could Jaebum miss him? He never misses anything, it’s like he wasn’t there seconds ago. He stops walking altogether.

“Jaebum.”

This can’t be. Not now.

You’re halfway to Jaebum when you notice something is wrong. You brush past another tall man in the parking lot and stop in your tracks at the familiar eerie sensation on your nape. Only this time, it’s a hundred times worse. You observe your boyfriend’s expression a weird mix of astonishment and pure anxiety. You have never seen him that way before.

It’s as though the world is in slow motion when you turn to take in the man behind you. Just like Jaebum, he his disturbingly beautiful. Like him, his hair is as black as night, it falls on each side of his forehead in a perfect calculated mess. His traits are exceptionally defined too, only less sharp. His eyes are larger, rounder as well as his nose, the coffee you were bringing slips from your hand and bursts on the ground.

It’s that sound that makes the man turn to consider you. Although he does this without any interest, like he would observe an ant on the ground, goosebumps spread all over your arms. You stare at him, eyes widening, and he smiles, the gesture completely void. Like he’s used to be gawked at, doesn’t mind, but doesn’t particularly enjoy it either.

“Who are you?” At your words he frowns, startled you actually dared address him.

“Move awa-” The rest of the man’s word dies on his lips, because Jaebum has appeared by your side, partially shielding you from him. He tilts his head to the side, considering you again. “Oh…” This time, his expression is almost human-like, you can guess that he’s curious and smart. “It looks like you’re having fun down here, JB.” He playfully smirks, but when you look at your boyfriend, you see that he’s not sharing the amusement.

“Jinyoung…” He growls, almost a warning. The one named Jinyoung though,  only smiles wider. You open your mouth again, but he sees you and answers before the question can form in your throat.

“I’m his brother.” He waves his hand in the air next to his perfect face, annoyed. “Do they always ask silly questions without thinking?” His gaze darts on you again, cold and analyzing. “It must be exhausting to let them finish.”

You want to tell him that Jaebum doesn’t have a brother, never has, you are his only person. But then you remember that he never talks about his past and you acknowledge: Jaebum may have had a brother. One he doesn’t seem to particularly be fond of. Jinyoung’s eyes narrow at the exact same time you form that thought and he scoffs, angry.

“He doesn’t hate me.” The stranger frowns, insulted, pale brown eyes staring daggers at you.  “What are you, anyway?”

“Jinyoung…” Jaebum warns again and reaches for your hand. “Don’t read her!”

When he sees you two hold hands, his brother’s face relaxes slightly. Understanding paints itself on his traits and he considers you anew, analyzing you for the third time in less than two minutes. His perception of the situation has seemingly shifted again. You meet his mahogany irises stoic, holding your head high under his scrutiny and he turns to Jaebum again.

“Is the human mesmerized?”

“No. It’s not like that.” The other man nods, in awe at the weight of his words.

Mesmerized, that’s what Jaebum called it too, when he explained to you what happened years ago in that closet. Then, reading must be another one of his amazing powers; you turn your head to the stranger, curious.

“Those aren’t powers!” He rolls his eyes, mocking your thoughts and you shiver, startled. There’s no doubt that this man is reading your thoughts somehow. “Those are just senses like your less evolved one-” He stops, apparently amused by you once again. “Honey, I am no man.”

“Jinyoung, shut up!” Jaebum snaps and your grip tightens on your boyfriend’s hand. It’s okay, his difference is nothing new. You never cared. And he’s told you enough by now.

“Why are you so afraid?” Jinyoung questions Jaebum and he stiffens. “The human doesn’t seem to care. Don’t you ever read it?” Shortly after, horror twists his perfect face. “Can you?”

“It’s just that they can’t read back… It’s not fair to her.” But Jinyoung shakes his head, not believing him; he turns to you to explain, aware of your confusion.

“JB was never good at usin- OW!” Your boyfriend hits him and you smile at his insulted expression as he rubs his arm. How odd, he keeps calling him JB.

“I told you to stop saying stuff.” Jaebum isn’t as tensed as earlier, so you allow yourself to relax too. His brother mischievously laughs. By doing so, he becomes breathtaking, but somehow he brings his hand to cover his grin like a shy boy. You wonder why; he’s even more beautiful when he smiles.

“Thank you,” he turns to you and you flush bright red, “at least its eyes seem to work just fine.” Oh God, he can really hear your thoughts. “I don’t hear them, I just know them…” You blush even more and he grins again. “Do they always turn pink like that?” He’s addressing Jaebum this time and he grunts instead of answering the question. 

“It is actually a she.” You correct, knowing Jaebum’s annoyed another man is looking at you. You laugh and at the sound, Jinyoung’s brown eyes catch yours again, narrowing. 

“She is cute. I’m starting to grasp the appeal.”

“YAH!” You twitch but the man in front of you stays unaffected by Jaebum’s sudden outburst. “What are you doing here?” His question is more an accusation and the man’s jaw drops.

“What do you mean?” He takes a step towards his brother. “We looked everywhere for you!”

The earlier playfulness is now gone and Jinyoung stands there confused. He clearly doesn’t understand Jaebum’s attitude. The look on his face is one of hurt, one that reminds you of the small boy you found abandoned alone in that slide years ago. You remember his words when you were young, how angry he was after watching that movie. How he said E.T was stupid for longing for a home that forgot him behind. That if they loved him, if he was important to them, that would never have happened.

Jinyoung face twists as you think this.

“Do you think we send you here on purpose? That you weren’t important?!”  His tone is both sad and angry, like Jaebum simply believing that is a betrayal. “We looked everywhere for you!” He repeats, pleading. “Searched galaxies! We never stopped!” 

Jaebum is stone in front of you, his hand isn’t moving in yours and you tug at it slightly. You smile. This is good, all this time he believed he was alone when he was not. They cared, they searched for him. You want to tell him everything is going to be fine, but you can’t find the words and he’s avoiding looking back at you. All of a sudden, another slim figure is standing next to Jinyoung, you blinked and it appeared out of nowhere. It’s another man, one with long limbs, lilac hair and tanned skin.

“Bambam?” Jaebum’s breath hitches and the man claps and laughs, happy.

“See? I told you I’d get taller than you Hyung!” He slaps a hand on Jinyoung's chest, who winces. “Hey, you’re supposed to tell the others if you found him. That’s protocol.”

“The others?” You tilt your head curious but get ignored.

“Don’t scold me like you ever respect protocol,” Jinyoung scowls, looking and sounding younger than before, “I don’t take any lessons from an annoy-”

“What is that?” The one named Bambam rudely interrupts him to gesture towards you, half-concealed behind Jaebum and still clinging onto him.

“Who is she.” Jinyoung rolls his eyes knowingly, correcting him. “Humans have genders and are capable of reason.” He smiles at you; he doesn’t seem so cold and threatening anymore. “She’s actually not unintelligent.”

Bambam’s eyebrows shoot up, hinting that words like that from Jinyoung are perhaps more of a compliment than an insult. The new man turns to gauge you again and you try to empty your head when you meet his gorgeous black irises. You fail. He laughs loudly following your train of thoughts and like earlier you redden. Are Jaebum’s other family members all so beautiful?

“Ah, don’t be fooled.” The man with pastel hair smirks confidently. “I’m the true visual out of th- OUCH!”

“Tsst- Don’t lie, we all know that’s me!” Another man seemingly materializes next to the other two. He’s slightly smaller with red hair and- you quickly gasps when he smiles your way. Gorgeous. “I’ve missed you so much JB, we all have.” The man turns and takes a step to close the distance between you. This time, your boyfriend slightly moves aside. “Hi, I’m Mark.” He shows his toothy smile again. “Jaebum’s big brother.”

You take the hand he’s holding and shake it in a daze, struggling to keep your face straight at the creepy itch the inhuman contact spreads on your skin. How many more brothers do Jaebum have?

“How odd…” Mark looks at his hand shortly, intrigued and turns to face Jaebum. “Have you been well?”

“Not really.” Everybody freezes at his words and he tugs you forward so you stand next to him this time. “But we are doing fine now.” Mark and Jinyoung nod understanding something unsaid.

“HYUNG!” You jump against Jaebum, startled when a loud voice resonates only a few centimetres away.

Another man appears a bit too close and tugs Jaebum into a forceful hug. He’s short but built and you can’t help the smile on your lips. Without warning, he brings you into a hug too, holding you tight against his large chest. Jaebum is the one who separates you both and you’re surprised when everybody laughs at his possessiveness.

“That’s Jackson.” Mark answers your silent interrogation. “I assume you’ve already met Jinyoung and Bambam…” The men nod when their names are called and Mark goes on. “This is Youngjae and the youngest Yugyeom.” He gestures two other men you haven’t noticed before, one with a soft, reserved expression and the other with a mischievous grin and yellow hair.

“It’s…” Jaebum hesitates and faces you. “My family…” You smile at him and nod; you’ve never seen him look like that.  He’s excited like a small child, but also seems nervous beyond words. You stroke his back to calm him and Jackson makes teasing sounds at the action, earning himself a strong slap on the arm by Jinyoung. “This is y/n…” Most of them nod, but the lasts to arrive stare at you with burning curiosity.

“You have grown up”, Mark smiles.

“We all have”, Jaebum laughs.

“We’ve finally found you now…” Jackson is still rubbing his arm, displeased. “Let’s go home.”

You freeze.

Of course, it makes sense. Jaebum has a family that was looking for him all along. They care for him and they are reunited now. He belongs with them. He belongs home and you know damn well he isn’t from anywhere around here. Slowly, you detach yourself from his side and when your eyes scan the six men in front of you, Jinyoung and Mark turn away to avoid your gaze.

You love Jaebum. In a way, he’s your family too, so you should be happy for him. You know that, so when you meet his inquiring eyes, you force yourself to smile. You pretend everything’s okay and that you can survive losing him. Because that’s what it is, you realize. Losing Jaebum, letting him go like you did years ago, this time for good. He opens his mouth, but you stop him, feeling the tears sting the corners of your eyes.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” He frowns when you smile, so you nod with insistence. You know very well there’s no way you can hold back the tears if this turns into a whole conversation, so you hug him instead. You wrap your arms tightly around him and bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in one last time.

When you tear yourself from him, his lips are curled and he leans into you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. Jaebum’s kiss sends electricity waves through your body and you hold unto his clothes to stay on your two feet. His brothers cheer and laugh, but you don’t mind them. One of Jaebum’s hands drop to your waist while the other grips your hair and presses you strongly against him. His lips push yours apart and his tongue slips into your mouth, tasting and toying with yours. Like he forgot you aren’t alone, he groans in the kiss, needy. You two only pull apart when Jinyoung clears his throat and scratches his nape, awkward. Now all of them are dead silent, you quickly glance at their amazed expression.

“You should go now…” You murmur even though you’re still holding onto him and he rubs your noses together.

“바보야?” Jaebum asks and you frown in incomprehension; somewhere behind, his brothers chuckle. Jaebum’s stare is ardent and you wait for him to go on. He’s holding your face close to his, stroking your cheeks like to ease you. Then he softly exhales, almost a sigh and smirks. 

It’s really annoying that you’re the only one who doesn’t understand it yet. Jaebum knows where he belongs now.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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